Fic: I Really Wish You Hadn't Said That (Part 3)
Title: I Really Wish You Hadn't Said That (I keep saying it, but the next part will be the end)
Author: SuchSights
Pairings/Characters: Will/Finn
Rating: M? NC17? Never quite understood the difference - either way there is sex.
Spoilers: Set during 'Bad Reputation', so potential spoilers for anything up to and including that point - though to be honest this chapter is pretty much just smut.
Summary: Will can't get Finn out of his mind, Finn's poor choice of words only makes things worse. Enjoyable punishment ensues. Will's PTOV
Author's Notes: Here's the next bit - hope you guys like it!
Warning: Spanking fun ahead
I Really Wish You Hadn't Said That
Part 3
He's standing up. Why is Finn standing up? He's still smiling at you - is this a good or a bad thing? Wait, he looks nervous - you've made him nervous. Good job Will.
“Well, um yeah... I mean, I guess... maybe you should... you know...”
Okay...Okay... clearly that doesn't mean what you think it means. There is no way that Finn just suggested you spank him. You just need to work out what it is that he thinks you should do, and the respond accordingly.
“So... should I like... just bend over the desk?”
Fuck... fuck... fuck... okay... Maybe it's not a brain tumour. Maybe you're in a coma right now. That's it - this is all just a crazy coma dream... a really, really good coma dream.
“Yeah Finn, bend over for me.”
You know, if this weren't a coma induced fantasy saying that would have been so, so wrong... Is it normal for your throat to feel so dry in a coma dream?
“Okay Mr Shue.”
Oh sweet Jesus. He is actually doing it... And the way he's looking at you... He wants this to happen(!) Brain tumour, coma dream, just really fucked up choices - do you really care at this point? Fuck it Will, you are doing this, screw the consequences.
That's it, just get up and walk round the desk. Touch him.
“Stand up a moment Finn. Take off the sweatshirt... okay good, the T-shirt too...”
God... that's it Will, massage his shoulders, run your hands down his sides.
“Finn, don't you think you should lose the jeans too?”
“Do you... do you want me to Mr. Shue?”
He sounds breathless, and his whole damn body seems flushed. He is so fucking hot. Lean in and kiss his neck... Oh God!... Was that moan you or him?
“Yeah Finn, I want you to.”
“Okay then.”
His big hands seem clumsy on his belt, you could help him - but that would mean you'd have to stop caressing his back... Ah, he's got it...
“So you're a boxers man Finn? Well nice as they are... I think they have to go too.”
God, you can actually hear him swallow as you slide your hands down to his hips and start edging them down.
“Tell me to stop Finn, tell me to stop and I will.”
His boxers are only half down, just the top of that cute butt showing. Your hands on his hips feels so hot, so fucking hot, but it's not enough. You have to taste his skin, kiss the spot between his shoulder blades, lick at his neck.
“I mean it Finn, tell me to stop and I will.”
He moans, moves his hands away from his sides for the first time and grips yours, pulling them up. Over his stomach, over his hard pecs, till you're hugging him from behind, pressed tight against him.
You've never, never, been this hard - it's pressing through the demin of yourjeans against Finn Hudson's half bare ass. Jesus...
He's so damn tall, but he's pressing back against you now, his head leaning against your shoulder - giving you perfect access to carry on licking, kissing, sucking at his neck.
“No Mr. Shue... don't stop... please...”
Just hearing his voice like that, low and panting, ragged with need - it's almost enough to make you come then and there. But no, no Will - if you're going to do this you are damn well going to do it right.
“Okay baby, I won't stop. I promise.”
Mmmm, he likes it when you nibble his earlobe - that moan is like music... Wait, did you just call him baby? Baby? Really? Isn't that a bit creepy when he's only sixteen? Yeah, right Will, of all the things that are screwed up about this situation calling him 'baby' is the one to focus on. Besides you've gone this far - no point starting to worry again. Might as well just go with it.
“Bend back over the desk for me Finn, you still need a spanking.”
He gives your hands a last squeeze before leaning down again, putting his own hands flat against the surface of your desk - Fuck! Your desk! You are doing this in you office! Lock the door Will! LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR!
Okay... door locked, you can breath again - shit(!) Maybe not... Look at him, chest flat against the desk, his jeans spooled around his ankles.
“Alright Finn, why don't we get rid of those boxers?”
You're doing this. You are actually doing this, you're stripping Finn naked. He looks even better than you thought he would - what an ass.
“God, Finn... you look so good...”
Did he moan because of what you said or because you grabbed his ass? Does it matter? Just focus on the feel of him, squeeze him.
“Mmmmm(!)”
You or Finn? Don't care - just keep going.
“Are you ready Finn?”
“I'm ready Mr. Shue...”
You should probably tell him to call you Will, but it's kind of hot hearing him call you 'Mr. Shue' when he's naked with your hands on his ass. You can deal with the fact you're going to hell later.
“Then why don't we get started?”
SMACK
Damn... the way he arches his back is so fucking hot, and look at that hand print so red on his skin.
“Tell me this is what you want Finn.”
SMACK
“Ung... oh, oh god... Mr. Shue...”
SMACK
“Tell me Finn, tell me you want this.”
SMACK
“Ahh! I want this...Mr. Shue... I want this(!)”
SMACK
“Good boy Finn.”
SMACK
His butt is getting so red, so fucking hot.
SMACK
“Spread your legs for me Finn, that's it baby, just kick the jeans off. Mmm, damn Finn...”
SMACK
Do it Will, spread those red cheeks apart... Fuck... fuck... fuck...look at that tight little pink hole. No, screw that - don't just look at it - taste it.
“OH! Oh god! Uh... oh... oh! Oh Mr.Shue! Uh.. uh.. if you don't... if you don't stop I'm gonna...”
He's even more turned on than you are - that is so hot, so, so hot.
“We're not done yet Finn. Why don't you stand up and turn around?”
“Mr. Shue?”
“Well I helped you out of your clothes, don't you want to do the same for me?”