Heartsick Affront || Finchel
Rachel Berry
Anger was running throughout her entire body, keeping her awake after another sleepless night as Rachel made her way down to the studio she knew she'd find him at. How dare he bring up Elias? How dare he? She could hardly see straight as she parked quickly and shut the car off. Rachel was beyond the point of caring what anyone thought; she was beyond the point of anything but complete and absolute rage at what he'd said. With a scowl upon her lips she got out and slammed her car door behind her before hitting the lock button and practically storming into the building. On her way in she noticed more than one person detouring to stay out of her path but she didn't care. Her focus was entirely on finding Finn and ripping his head off. When she got inside, she glanced around for someone to ask for directions. A few people busied themselves when they noticed her, but she caught someone looking and kept their eye contact with a glare, "Finn Hudson's dressing room. Where is it." Her words weren't even coming out as questions, she was just demanding. As soon as the guy got his instructions across she walked in the direction he'd told her and balled her fists. Her hands were shaking with all of the emotions of anger and jealousy – mostly anger in that particular moment – pumping through her. Rachel didn't slow down when she got to his dressing room. She didn't stop to knock or even glance around to check for who might be watching her slip in. Instead she simply opened the door, let herself in, and pushed it shut behind her a little more roughly than was necessary.
"You have a lot of nerve, Finn Hudson," she said as she walked over to him, a fire in her eyes to match the one suddenly lit under her ass. Her fists at her sides shook with anticipation for something she wasn't even sure of. "I can't –" she stopped short, closing her eyes as she took in a deep breath and finally glared back up at him again. For a few seconds she just stood there glaring, wanting nothing more than to make him feel the pain he'd made her feel. When those few seconds passed she wasn't sure what had made her do it, what had given her the courage, but Rachel reached up to slap him across the face and she didn't feel sorry. Instead of coddling him instantly the way that she normally would have, Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at him. To be honest she wasn't waiting for a reaction from him, she just sort of wanted to slap him a second time. The pain and anger that had brought her here were only growing if anything. All she could think as she looked at him was that he hadn't meant any of it. It didn't matter because he hadn't meant any of it, so she was left wondering if anything had ever been sincere. Her hands tightened their grip on her arms from where they were folded and she shook her head, tempted to just kick him.
Finn Hudson
There were a lot of things Finn Hudson was feeling as he ended up on set to shoot scenes for some stupid summer special. His run in with Rachel, the constant flaunting of Jesse and their stupid breakup in his face, and just Quinn in general had Finn completely worked up and on edge. Truthfully he was waiting for some stupid P.A. to screw up so the actor could just let loose and scream at him to cope with all the things in him. Rachel had been so callous in her breakup, naive in thinking that telling Jesse would make them better after having the nerve to turn Finn away. Just thinking of the situation had Finn clenching his fist. Unable to take it any longer, Finn got up from his couch and began pacing around, trying to think of some snarky and biting comment that he could text to Rachel. Hearing the door open, relieved to finally have some to yell at, Finn's entire face fell and then hardened at the sight of the tiny brunette. This was much better than some innocent intern who was going to be unlucky enough to get caught in the wake Hurricane Rachel had left. He now got to deal directly with the source of the problems.
Ill prepared to actually encounter Rachel and he struggled to think of something to retort. When the woman took a second to gather herself, to get her words, a victorious little smirk settled onto Finn's face. That hardly lasted as the swift palm across his cheek stung far greater than the power Rachel had put behind him. Of all the things he was expecting from her, a slap to his face had not been one. Instantly, Finn's right hand came up and cradled his cheek, that doing nothing to take the sting and heat away from it. The blood boiled in Finn, his own anger in danger of being unchecked. What the hell did Rachel have to be upset about anyway? Finn had been the one standing there like an idiot where Rachel talked about choosing Jesse. Clenching his jaw, a low growl coming from Finn as his brow furrowed down, casting an intense glare at Rachel, Finn's instincts took over. Seizing Rachel by the upper arms, he took a few steps and slammed her into the wall, his body roughly pushing against her. This advantage would truly never get old to Finn. "Apologize for slapping me." Finn growled as his hands pried Rachel's arms apart and lifted them above her head, easily getting her hands pinned with just one of his. With her arms out the way, it was so much simpler for Finn to keep Rachel controlled with his hips. If she tried to move or break free, Rachel would just cause more trouble for herself as Finn had his feet planted outside of hers.
Rachel Berry
She would be lying if she tried to say that the look on Finn's face when he realized what she'd done didn't bring her pleasure. The proud smirk that had made itself comfortable on her lips was wiped away when she felt him grab her arms and push her back into the wall. For a second, a split second, Rachel almost enjoyed the new position. It certainly wasn't the first time he'd done it since all of this mess began and she couldn't complain. She didn't enjoy it, though. Instead Rachel felt a new wave of rage wash over her as her eyes narrowed again and she looked up at him. "Screw you!" she said firmly, wanting nothing more than to be out from under him. Even though she was seething with anger she was only human and feeling Finn's body pressed against hers forced it to react. "You are so infuriating," she said through her teeth as she tried to pull her hands free. Without her hands or arms she had no way of pushing him off her, especially with the way his legs were all but caging hers. Finn had truly taken the upper hand and now she was stuck searching for an idea on how to get out amongst all the anger in her mind. As she sifted through her thoughts her eyes fell shut and she tried to maintain composure. If Finn was going to use his body to his advantage Rachel was going to do the same.
With a newfound resolve, Rachel's eyes opened and she looked up at him with teasing eyes. Her lips turned up in the slightest of smiles as she took a deep breath. Rachel's eyebrows rose as she lifted her leg ever so slightly, careful not to be too fast about it. A small part of her felt like she was somehow cheating on her morals but she wanted out from under him and this seemed to be her only real option. Since she was still angry Rachel didn't trust her voice not to betray her, so she just looked up at him with daring eyes and a grin that asked him to give in. She wasn't worried about him figuring her out even though she probably should have been. Right now Rachel was focused on getting out from under him and letting out the rest of her anger, if that meant taking advantage of him for a few seconds then so be it. The only thought in her mind was that he'd made a cruel joke about suggesting their baby name to Quinn. Their little boy, their Elias that she had dreamt of so many times she couldn't count. Rachel couldn't stand the thought of anyone else having him, and she hated Finn for even joking that he would suggest the name to Quinn. It only reinforced her insecurities and broke her heart to think of it, so she pushed the thought away and let out a deep breath as she slowly brought her leg back down. As she repeated the action Rachel bit her lower lip, her eyes still glued to his.
Finn Hudson
The look that came across Rachel's face, that little glint in her eye and the smirk tugging near the corners of her lips just screamed out trouble. Finn's eyes narrowed, slightly questioning what the hell she was thinking and doing. And then he felt it, or rather her. Rachel's thigh brushed just ever so slightly, causing his dick to stir at the pass. No, that was just unfair and in that moment, Finn was cursing himself to the high heavens for wearing sweats. Had he been in jeans like he wished he was, then Rachel wouldn't be able to do that, wouldn't be able to get his blood coursing and his body tingling with an unfathomable heat. The whole sex and body thing was Finn's move and there was no point in lying and saying that Rachel was not having an effect on him. Damn it, this was supposed to be about anger, about blaming her for her own stupid breakup and holding her accountable for how miserable he felt. The whole being miserable thing was far too difficult as his body was eager to respond to Rachel's too light but too heavy touch. Maybe this was the punishment and the slap was just the warm up round.
Slowly, Finn's mind focused again, trying to ignore the urge that was starting to grow down in his underwear. Rachel was not getting the goddamn satisfaction of getting to him, and more importantly, getting away from him. Finn was bigger, more controlled now and he could handle this…this thing that Rachel was doing to him. Growling again, Finn shifted legs back just slightly, breaking contact with Rachel for only a second before his hips slammed into her again, his own thigh pressing right into her sex as his leg now stood trapped between hers while doing the same to hers. Anger and lust were such a dangerous combination for this two. With Rachel so trapped by him, Finn could get his answers, spit out his feelings and just take it all out on Rachel, in every which way. Finn's free hand came up and grabbed Rachel's face, his thumb pulling the brunette's lip from her teeth. "Knock that off." He demanded, his thumb still on her lip as he looked down at her, his teeth clenched as well. "Now apologize for slapping me."
Rachel Berry
Rachel watched him carefully and grinned as he reacted to her. Of course he reacted to her. If she wasn't so angry at him she'd probably have herself worked up just from seeing what she could do to him, what such a subtle touch could do to him. She hadn't realized it but her chest was slowly rising and falling in sync with her leg's movements. As her teeth bit down just a little harder on her bottom lip she rethought the situation and just how dangerous it was. Anger was only going to get her so far, so she needed to tread carefully. Just as she was beginning to lose sight of the line between anger and just downright desire, she heard Finn growl. The sudden shift made her eyes narrow again and she looked up at him with only anger all over again just in time for him to press his leg between hers. If she wasn't so determined she was sure she would've let out a loud moan at the contact, that fire in the pit of her stomach that she'd been so desperately ignoring suddenly consuming her attention. She scowled when she felt his hand on her face, his thumb pulling her lip out from between her teeth. Who did he think he was telling her what to do? She glared up at him with an empty smile, one that she hoped ripped into him as much as she wanted to in that moment.
"Never." She said quietly with a firm voice. Her breathing was the only thing betraying her as she attempted to ignore his thigh pressed into her. The urge to just quickly pick her leg up roughly, causing him pain rather than pressure, seeped into her but she ignored it. Instead she kept her eyes on him and bit her lip again. Rachel's focus was more on her hands beneath his now, trying to determine how she'd be able to get one free. The seconds passing felt like ages as she worked on pulling a hand free, so when she finally got one out her lips curved up in a proud smile. Without wasting a second, Rachel brought her hand down and swallowed hard as she brought it down between them to cup him gently through his sweats. "Let me go." She demanded as she slowly began massaging him through the fabric, daring him to keep this up with her eyes. Her breathing was rapidly growing shakier but she didn't care, all she cared about was making him let her go. The longer she stood there pinned to the wall by him with him doing what he was doing the more she felt her anger mixing with her desire and she couldn't stand it. She wanted to be angry, she wanted to hate him. Hating him was easier than losing him to Quinn all over again.
Finn Hudson
What the hell was Rachel playing at right now? Five minutes ago the girl had come storming in here and slapped him and now, now she was…she was acting like him. Using sex as the distraction, skipping the talking and going straight for the good part was Finn's move and since it had never been pulled on him, he wasn't exactly doing a good job of resisting. The worst part was how turned on Finn was by the anger in Rachel. She never fought back, never resisted giving into what he wanted and while it was pissing Finn off at the moment, it was also pretty exciting. As Rachel's hand cupped him though, instantly causing his dick to harden to a point where Finn knew she could feel it, he scowled at her. What did his body have to react so obviously and not hers? The lack of moans coming from Rachel, the glares and demands causing Finn to stoop to new levels of crazy. The only indication Finn had about Rachel at the moment was the shaky breathing and that didn't tell him much either. Swallowing, his eyes fluttering at the touch of Rachel that just wasn't enough for him, Finn inhaled deeply. His hand gave Rachel's wrist a tight squeeze, fighting off the urge to tangle his fingers with her. No, this was not some sweet, cute moment for them. This was Rachel pissed, Finn pissed and a whole lot of danger.
It was a fight for Finn to keep his eyes narrowed and focused on Rachel, the need to let out a moan, shut his eyes and give in so great. "Say you're sorry I will." Finn said with a bit of a cocky tone, his thigh lifting up to press into Rachel's sex again. It probably wouldn't have the same effect as her hand on his dick was having but if she wanted to go tit for tat, Finn would give it to her. "You don't get to come in here, slap me and not expect to get punished for it." He added, the words so uncharacteristic for Finn but so extremely hot to him. Truthfully Finn didn't know if he was more angry at Rachel or more turned on by her at the moment. Smirking darkly, knowing that anything he did would piss Rachel off more as well, Finn tilted his head to the side, his thumb still roughly pulling and brushing along Rachel's bottom lip. Right next to the brunette's ear, the cocky smirk still there, Finn just leaned a little closer. "If you're a good girl and apologize I might even reward you." Finn whispered darkly into Rachel's ears moments before he leaned in, taking the lobe between his teeth and roughly biting her.
Rachel Berry
Her teeth sunk into her lower lip so deep she was sure she'd be drawing blood in no time. She could feel him hard through his pants and the knowledge made the heat between her thighs grow. The sound of his voice made her hand move slower, more determined to slowly drive insane. When his thigh lifted she let her head fall back against the wall for a few seconds and attempted to swallow the moan that was building up, threatening to escape. Rachel hated what he was saying to her, she hated the way he made her feel and she hated the way nobody could ever get her so worked up so quickly without any actual contact being made. Just the way his thumb was still on her lip was sending electricity through her, setting every nerve on fire. She scowled when he leaned in closer and took in a deep breath at his words, struggling to keep control as he bit her and she felt her knees threatening to buckle. "I don't apologize for things I'm not sorry for," she said, her voice just barely above a whisper as she fought with herself to keep hold of the anger and deny the desire. "In fact, I only wish I could do it again." She added before slowly dragging her hand that was on his bulge up. She stopped when she reached his waistband before tugging on it gently.
As though a new fire had been lit inside of her she turned her face slighty towards his, her lips brushing over his jaw as she let out a hot breath. "Let. Me. Go." She said the words individually, moving her hand just a little further below his waistband with each one. "Now." The last word came out almost as more of a breath as she wrapped her hand around his length and slowly began pumping him. Rachel refused to let him see it but she was enjoying this. She hated herself for it but she was enjoying making him react this way. Normally she wouldn't act this way – her anger with his words was to blame. Even now as she stood there with his cock in her hand Rachel thought of what he'd said to her and she felt the urge to slap him again building up once more. Only Finn Hudson could make her so absolutely infuriated and aroused at the same time. She let her eyes fall shut as she rolled her hips into his thigh, unable to control the aching anymore. Her body was reacting to him without her control. All Rachel wanted to do was make him hurt; she wanted to make him suffer. Her body was on fire, blood boiling, and all she could think about was making Finn feel the way he made her feel.
Finn Hudson
Rachel's words did little to quell whatever was raging and battling inside of Finn. Her smart ass comments, challenging him and snapping back just made the man want to unleash everything that was caged inside of him. The only thing that actually stopped him from doing that, from letting loose on her was her hand. When the waistband snapped, Finn sucked in a deep breath, unprepared for that. It barely registered to Finn that Rachel was speaking as his eyes had shut suddenly, his mind only concerned about the hand that was sneaking it's way downwards towards him. Every last ounce of strength and control was keeping from Finn letting out a deep groan of pleasure as Rachel grasped him. It brought pleasure as he grew to his full length in her palm but more so it brought more fury to Finn. She was teasing him now, toying with his emotions and pulling the upper hand here. That was not something that Finn was okay with right now and even if his body wanted the brunette right now, his mind struggled to stay in control of this. This was a game Finn knew so well and could play just as good as Rachel was playing at the moment.
Forcing his eyes open once more, that dangerous and dark smirk came back to his lips. "Make me Rachel." Finn whispered with difficulty, keeping his voice as even as he could, the moan he wanted to release getting caught in his throat. Finn squeezed the wrist he still had in his grasp roughly as he pulled his hand away from her lips. Just below Rachel's ear, right where her jaw reached her neck, Finn attached his lips, sucking much harder than he normally would, biting first and then soothing with his tongue. The hand that was on the brunette's lips was quickly undoing the button on her pants and pulling the zipper down. In a heartbeat, Finn had his fingers in her underwear, two of them slipping between her folds and straight inside of her. "Oh, you are so fucking wet for me." Finn teased roughly as his lips pulled back from her neck just for that comment. With a subtle shift, Finn moved and now spread his legs wider, his hips thrusting forward to try and force Rachel to stroke him faster. Losing to Rachel, letting out the building moan or admitting to how turned on he was at the moment. Finn buried his anger by driving two fingers knuckle deep into Rachel, pressing against her walls roughly trying to emit something from her.
Rachel Berry
As soon as she felt him grow fully erect in her hand Rachel felt a sudden rush of superiority. By this point she was drunk on her anger, driven by pain, and drowning in lust. All three emotions fought for dominance as she slowly slid her fist up and down his length, refusing to give in to what he wanted. Her eyes avoided his because she knew he would see it all if she met his gaze. Finn would be able to see right through her and know that even though she was far angrier than she had been when she entered the room she was enjoying this deep down. Enjoying the way they always happened to fall into this familiar position, this situation. Rachel tasted copper as her teeth sank further into her lower lip causing her to bleed lightly. Later she'd be paying for all of this physically. The sound of Finn's voice tore her away from her thoughts, away from the ways she wondered if she could escape from him. He was having just as much trouble keeping his cool as she was, she could tell, and that knowledge brought the proud grin back to her lips as they fell slightly apart, letting out short but heavy breaths. Rachel wanted to say something cruel. She wanted to hurt him the way he hurt her with his words. A part of her wanted to make him beg for forgiveness, but even that didn't seem like it would ease her pain.
Finn's lips on her neck elicited a silent whimper, more of a deep and heavy breath than anything. She was almost so distracted by the feeling that she didn't notice his hand working on the button of her pants. With his other hand still pinning hers to the wall Rachel had no way of stopping him so she tried to prepare herself, tried to ready herself for what she knew was about to happen, but just as they always would her attempts failed. The very second Finn's fingers slipped down into her panties she let her head fall back against the wall but it wasn't until he pushed two fingers into her dripping core that her mouth fell open and she swallowed a load moan. His name sat on the tip of her tongue but she refused to let it out. Finn would not get the better of her, she refused. It took every ounce of strength she possessed to look up again, finally meeting his gaze. Her eyes were filled with fire, with complete rage as he thrust his hips into her after telling her she was wet for him. Rachel knew exactly what he wanted and she wasn't going to give it to him. Slowly, she continued stroking him. Her mouth practically watered as she thought about how bad he must want her in that moment, how even though he was just as mad as she was he wanted her. "Let. Me. Go." She repeated, deciding to ignore his comment. With each word she stroked him just a little slower than the last, dragging them out. Rachel wanted him to hurt.
Finn Hudson
Why the hell was Rachel's hand moving so slowly? Was that his imagination or was the brunette really dragging this out, her curled fingers and tugs hardly doing enough to get Finn to his much wanted release. The man could feel it as the blood rushed through his dick but the things that Rachel was doing to him were not making things better. Was this what anger sex really felt like? Punishment and pain instead of release and pleasure. The fact that Rachel was literally drawing all of this out and not giving up on her own anger to indulge in them was what was really pissing Finn off now. To him, the right course of action would to let whatever the hell had spurred Rachel into this fury and just fucked until neither of them could breathe or more. As the strokes from Rachel's hands slowed to the time of her command to let her free, Finn let out the low, angry growl again. That shit was simply not fair. In retaliation, Finn curled his fingers inside of Rachel as he dragged them out, apply as much pressure to her as he could. The second only his fingertips remained inside of Rachel, he slammed his fingers back up into her, curling again and once more repeating the action. If he was going to hurt, so was she.
The only real problem beside Finn's boiling rage was the fact that he would be the one to finish before Rachel. The biggest lesson that Finn had learned over the years was that the little stimulation could send a man flying into his orgasm but with women, there was a certain skill and tact required. However, losing to Rachel in this moment was not an option. As all this dawned on Finn, he swallowed back a moan and pulled his fingers from Rachel, bringing them straight to his lips to lick them clean. "Taste better fresh." Finn said as he tried to ignore the feeling of Rachel wrapped around him. Reaching down, he covered the brunette's small hand with his and with great difficulty and a betraying groan, Finn pulled her hand back and pried his eyes back open. "You want your hands." He growled as he brought both her wrist chest level. "Take them." The moment that he released his grip on her wrists, freeing her hands, Finn was down on his knees, his hands tugging down the waistband of her pants and the panties. The movements were hurried and messy, full of rough rage. His hand came up around her, squeezing her ass rather hard, nails digging into the tender flesh. Leaning forward, Finn's mouth latched right onto Rachel's sex, his tongue instantly coming out, slipping between her folds and flicked her clit repeated. Lifting his eyes, his mouth still full of her, his hand swiftly coming to slap her ass, Finn just glared up at Rachel as he ate her out.
Rachel Berry
Rachel scowled when he curled his fingers. The change of speed and everything he was doing with his fingers made the fire in her rush through every inch of her body and threw her head back against the wall yet again. Finn obviously knew just what buttons to push and he was using his knowledge to his advantage. Rachel hated him for that. When suddenly she didn't feel his fingers anymore she fought back the whimper of protest and looked at him through narrow eyes. For the umpteenth time she bit her lower lip as he brought his fingers to his mouth and she felt her knees buckle as he licked them click. Words were beyond her at that point and she was just trying to figure out what it was that he was doing. As soon as she felt his hand on hers, pulling her hand away from him, she glared at him. Part of her thought that she might be winning, but if Rachel knew Finn as well as she thought she did she wasn't going to be winning just yet. When he released her wrists she was frozen, not sure what he was trying to do but knowing that it wasn't going to be beneficial to her. Her heart stilled as she felt him tugging down her pants and suddenly she knew what he was doing. Her head was screaming for her to get away from him but the rest of her body remained frozen. The contact of his mouth with her wet, hot core made her mouth fall open and her eyes fall shut. Almost instinctively her hands tangled themselves in his hair and she struggled not to buck her hips.
When she felt Finn slap her ass her eyes quickly opened and she looked down at him just as an involuntary moan fell from her lips. Did he really just do that? She ached with confliction. Should she let him finish her off? Maybe if she let him satisfy her and simply left when it was over he might suffer worse than if she made him come quick and hard. Another moan escaped her as she struggled to stay standing. Rachel wouldn't say his name. She wouldn't let him have that pleasure. "No –" she whimpered out and shook her head. Rachel wasn't going to let him have the pleasure of her sex, either. He didn't get to eat her out while he looked at her with those defiant eyes. She glared at him before moving her hands to his shoulders and pushing with all of her strength to get his face out from between her thighs. "You need to pay for what you said." She said through her teeth as she pulled her pants back up hastily, leaving them unbuttoned. "Move. Now." She demanded and pointed to the couch across the room. Now that she was worked up there was no way she was leaving any time soon, but she was going to make this happen on her terms. This time Finn was going to let her have the upper hand and she wouldn't take no for an answer.
Finn Hudson
Now this was the kind of situation that Finn preferred. There was no denying that the man was still raging inside over everything from Rachel's attitude to the slap but getting to be in control, getting to have her against the door with him down on his knees, his tongue flicking, swirling and twisting against Rachel was how he liked things. His hand kept smacking her ass roughly before rubbing the spot in an attempt to soothe it moments before he smacked it again. Everything about Rachel fighting him, fighting what he knew she was enjoying and didn't want to be enjoying, brought that cocky smirk to Finn's face, even with his mouth full of her. The thing that Finn had no been expecting after hearing Rachel's whimper of a no was for her hands to be on his shoulders pushing him away. Finn tried fighting off course, his mouth sucking hard on her sex but with no power to hold him there, Rachel succeeded in shoving him away. Looking up at her still, his mouth glistening with her juices, Finn smirked as his tongue greedily ran over his lips, still tasting the sweetness of her. This anger in Rachel, the fire and rage that made her both turned on and bossy was exhilarating to Finn. It was just downright sexy and hot how she was acting and momentarily made Finn forget that they were in a power struggle at the moment.
Swallowing hard, Finn stood defiantly and pulling his shirt from his body, tossing it aside quickly. The tent that had inflated with his sweatpants looked stupid as well so Finn pushed the pants from his body, leaving him only in his black underwear, his huge bulge clearly noticeable. His hand reached out, groping Rachel's hip as he stumbled back towards the couch. As his knees hit the front of it, they buckled and Finn sat, his legs spread wide to give some breathing room to his pounding cock. His hand guided Rachel between his knees, and lifting her shirt, his lips now went to work on kissing and sucking her flat stomach, occasionally biting at her hip bone. "You can't deny how much you to fuck me Rachel." Finn mumbled as his rolled against her soft skin. "I know how wet you are. It'd so fucking easy to get inside of you right now."
Rachel Berry
The look on his face after she pushed him away made her anger grow, it made her glare as he ran his tongue over his lips to taste her. Rachel wanted to make him pay for all of it. She wanted him to hurt for what he'd said, for making her feel the way she did, for having a baby with Quinn and marrying her, she wanted him to pay for everything that made her ache. The fire in her abdomen turned into a pain but one that she could manage as he finally stood. Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side. She gently bit down on her lower lip, sucking it in as she watched his pants get pushed down. Her minded chanted the word 'focus' as she followed him, burning at the feel of his hand on her hip. Through narrowed eyes, heavy with lust and anger, she looked down at him. She took in a deep breath when he lifted her shirt and swallowed the building moans, refusing to allow her breath to catch. "Stop." She said firmly at his words. Rachel shook her head and glared at him before quickly putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him back into the couch. As she pushed him she bent and stopped only when her face was inches from him. Inside Rachel was struggling greatly against the want to just strip down and take him but she wouldn't let him see that. Not after everything. Finn needed to feel remorse for what he'd said to her. He needed to beg. Rachel wanted to make him beg.
"Do not tell me what I do and do not want, Finn Hudson. You don't get to tell me anything." As she spoke Rachel's lips just barely brushed against his, her eyes glued to his. With a proud smirk, she slowly moved down so that she was on her knees before him. Finn Hudson was going to be sorry he'd ever caused her pain. With steady hands Rachel took hold of the waistband of his boxers and looked directly into his eyes as she pulled them down angrily, not caring about anything but the need to make him ache for her. As she leaned forward once more, Rachel licked her lips and slid her hands up his bare thighs. Her movements were slow and careful. Finn wanted fast but she wasn't going to give it to him, she was going to move at her own pace. When she was close enough Rachel let out a cool breath against his cock and glanced up at him. Her eyes stayed on him until she leaned in just a little more and closed the distance. Still, though, Rachel refused to move quickly for him. Her lips barely ghosted over the tip of his erection and she slowly dragged her fingers down his thighs with the intention of pain, of bruising and almost claiming. Rachel just barely ran her tongue over the tip before whimpering at the thought that in just moments she'd have a mouthful of the man she loved. "Are you going to apologize, Finn?" she whispered before tilting her head and slowly running her tongue up his length.
Finn Hudson
The part of Finn that had found this bossy and demanding Rachel hot was slowly evaporating. No, now annoyance and pure frustration were setting in as he was literally being forced to stop touching her each and every chance he got. What the hell was with this? If Rachel had come to slap him and just talk, then in Finn's mind, she should have kept her hands out of his pants and off his dick. Despite being quite angry with her over a slew of things, when the sexual tension had spilled over so quickly, Finn had become more focused on their mutual releases. Rachel however didn't even seem to have that on her mind as was rather using sex as the means of punishment for Finn for whatever of the many offences he had incurred against her. Swallowing hard, fighting to keep his eyes open as Rachel sank down to her knees and pulled his boxer briefs off, Finn silently let out a curse word under his breath. This kind of behavior, these ghost touches and slowed movements were far too much for Finn. Still, it wasn't as though just giving into the brunette was the other option on the table. In fact, any way it was sliced, Finn was extremely fucked over in the situation. Part of Finn just want to submit to Rachel but the moment that the thought crossed into his mind, all the anger came snapping back to Finn. No, no freaking way did Rachel get to act like this and expect for Finn to give in, for him to be the one begging for more or whatever the fuck she seemed to want.
It didn't help that as Finn glared down at Rachel as her tongue danced along his dick he thought of Quinn. It had been exactly one week since the last time Finn had sex, his own guilt stopping him from making any sort of a move on his fiancé. In fact, it just dawned on Finn that while he still had a significant other patiently waiting on him at home, truly believing that he was a good, honest man, Rachel did not. Jesse knew the truth, knew about them and had in turn left Rachel for it like he knew Quinn would leave him upon the truth. That should have been a sad dawning; a painful reminder of how terrible he was and forced him to stop but rather, it just angered Finn more to the point where red flashed across his eyes. This whole damn thing was Rachel's fault. She came back, she made him feel all the things he had buried and then had the gall to get upset at him for trying to make a life with Quinn. There was no way in hell she'd get the pleasure of beating him now. "I've got nothing to apologize for." Finn said through gritted teeth, his gaze hard and set on Rachel. "You on the other hand are now being a tease and I hate teases." His voice was dangerously low again; eyes flickering to the unlocked door which caused a rush of excitement that he knew made his dick twitch. His right hand came around and cupped the back of Rachel's neck forcefully as he angled his body, pressing his hips up with enough force to pry Rachel's lip open so his dick could slip in there. Knowing she'd fight back, Finn bucked his hips up and down a few times keeping a firm hold on Rachel's neck as he did. "I know you want me Rach." He grunted as he grasped himself with his free hand, pulling his hips back down so quickly a little pop filled the room. "Just say it and I'll let you suck my dick."
Rachel Berry
Finn's voice made her take in a slow, deep breath before lightly letting out the cool air directly where her tongue had just been. Rachel didn't care what he hated as long as what she was trying to do was working. Daring was the last word she would ever use to describe herself when it came to things like sex, but right now she was certainly ready to use it. Toying with Finn the way she was as she once more ran her tongue over the tip of his cock was not the way she'd planned on taking her anger out but she was happy that it was more enjoyable for her than it was for him. When she suddenly felt his hand at the back of her neck her lips turned up for a few seconds. Rachel parted her lips for him when he lifted his hips and gladly took his dick into her mouth. By this point she wasn't even worried about teasing him, she was just ecstatic to have him in her mouth again after all this time. The happiness was short lived, though, as Finn opened his mouth again and reminded her just what she was trying to do here. Maybe he was right and she did want him, but she was willing to set her own want aside in favor of making him understand how she felt – how much she hated him for what he'd said. A part of her felt like it might be foolish to be so upset over a single comment made in anger but Rachel couldn't let it go. She hated the idea of Quinn carrying his child enough without him getting back at her by using their baby name. With a scowl she took hold of his wrist and pulled his hand away from her neck before leaning back and quickly getting herself back up on her feet. "Shut up." She said firmly as she pulled her shirt off quickly and let it fall to her feet.
A single hand unhooked her bra and she pulled it off before dropping it with her shirt. Luckily, she'd worn pants loose enough in the legs that she wouldn't need to stop to take her shoes off as she quickly pushed them down and off of her legs, stepping out carefully and towards him. Rachel looked at him with a wicked smile as she slowly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and carefully pushed them down, bending at her waist as she went. When they were at her ankles she slowly straightened herself out and took a step toward the couch before sinking down into his lap so that she was straddling him, holding herself up with one of her hands on his shoulders while the other reached down between them, wrapped around his hard cock, and directed it straight into her core as she sunk down the rest of the way and threw her head back with a moan, "Oh, god I hate you…" she whimpered as she gathered herself and looked down at him when she began quickly riding his dick. Rachel's movements were rough and fast as her hand on his shoulder squeezed with the pain of not letting herself adjust. Her back arched as she roughly rolled her hips and allowed herself one slow, excruciating thrust. As her eyes fell shut she let out a loud moan and bit her lower lip. Rachel's mind was on a different time, a time when things were simple between them. She remembered making love, slow and passionate, and how it used to make her proud to call out his name during sex. Now the last thing she wanted to fall from her lips was his name.
Finn Hudson
This had to be a freaking dream. There was no way Finn Hudson was sitting on the couch in his dressing room, stark naked with his dick in a 21 gun salute while Rachel Berry stripped down to nothing but her heels. His eyes were wide, running over Rachel's perfect frame that they could not do last time they were in this situation. The years had been great to Rachel, there was no chance in denying that. Even still being small, Rachel had filled out perfectly into all of her curves and all Finn wanted to do was touch and feel them all. It barely registered in his mind that Rachel was moving until the brunette was straddling him. The groan finally escaped from deep in his throat as Rachel had grasped him so fully and guided herself and him into her dripping center. Even in Finn's wildest fantasies, he had never imagined that he would be fucking Rachel Berry like this. There was nothing gentle or careful about her actions, anger and lust mixing so perfectly in her face. It wasn't possible but Finn could swear that Rachel was tighter than he could ever recall but that could have been by the fact this was a position that neither had ever dreamed of trying.
It didn't take much for Finn to snap out of his stunned stupor. When Rachel started to ride his dick, Finn groaned again, the blood pounding through his stiff member. Finn's arm wrapped around as he sat up a little, pressing deeper inside of Rachel as he did. There was little for his hips to do so pulling his hands back, they grasped at Rachel's hips, guiding her up and down on his cock. This was the unimaginable mind blowing sex that Finn had always heard guys speak of but never experienced for himself. There was slight pain in his shoulders where he knew her nails would be drawing blood from soon. Moaning, Finn turned his head slightly, angling his neck at a slightly awkward and painful level but gave no care. Parting his lips, his tongue flicked out and over Rachel's hardened nipples. In an instant, his mouth was completely latched on and his teeth were biting down on her nipple. One hand came up to palm Rachel's other breast, roughly squeezing her before twirling her nipple between a finger and thumb, tugging in time with each time she slammed down onto him. Everything was fucking unbearable now. From the heat to the pain, the anger to the pleasure and even to the fact that Rachel was not yet coming and he was not coming inside of her, Finn was groaning and moaning as his lips, tongue and teeth kept toying with Rachel's nipples.
Rachel Berry
As soon as Rachel felt Finn sit up a loud moan fell from her lips and she clenched her jaw in an attempt to suppress the sound. Anger and absolute desire were fueling the fire as she kept steady with her quick pace. When she felt Finn's tongue on her nipple she hissed and then when he bit down the hand that wasn't digging into his shoulder moved up to lace through his hair and hold his head there while she arched her back into him. Rachel had never hated someone and loved them so completely at the same time. It was deep rooted and she just wanted to rid herself of all of it. As she felt his mumbled groaning and moaning against her chest Rachel sped up her movements, using all her force to slam back down onto him before quickly repeating to motion. With her eyes closed the world simply seemed to spin. Rachel wasn't truly aware of it, though, she was lost in the way her body and Finn's seemed to just fit together. It wasn't the first time she'd come to that realization – it was permanently burned into her mind that he was her missing puzzle piece – but Rachel never felt less amazed by it when they were together. Her heart seemed to be slowing down instead of speeding up and her breath was coming out in short, hot pants as she whimpered and moaned for him. Her hand in his hair tugged gently in attempt to show him what he was doing to her. She wanted him to know what he did to her, to see the aching inside of her. Rachel opened her eyes and looked down at him with heavy eyes and moved her hand from his hair to his chin to tilt his head back so she could force him to look her in the eyes. Her anger wasn't gone, but it was slowly melting and merging with the realization that with him was always where she would end up.
Just after a muffled moan Rachel parted her lips and tilted her head down to rest her forehead against his, "I hate you." She said with a shaky breath as she felt tears stinging her eyes. The tears were fighting to spill so she tilted her head back again and moved her hand to his other shoulder. Rachel's hips continued roughly rolling down and she took in a deep breath as a tear began rolling down her cheek. Her eyes fell shut and she tried to swallow the feelings, tried to trap them all away all over again, but her attempts were useless. Everything just felt right and she hated herself for it but she couldn't shake the happiness. Her heart had never been so painfully split by emotions and she didn't know how to handle it, so she just kept riding Finn so hard that she was sure she might explode. "I HATE YOU," she moaned louder than she meant to and shook her head, knowing that she didn't mean it. Her heart was his for the taking and it always had been. No matter how much she loved Jesse she would never be able to love him the way she loved Finn. He was just it for her, she'd never be able to escape that. One of her hands moved down to wrap around his wrist as she ached for release, hoping that maybe if she could finish she could let go of everything once and for all, let go of Finn. With a firm hand she guided his down between them until she could press his hand into her clit. Rachel moaned just at the nearness and slammed down onto him a little harder than she already had been but this time she didn't come back up. This time she just began grinding her hips down into his and arched her back, yearning for him to be deeper inside of her.
Finn Hudson
Everything was heightened in Finn as a response to Rachel's body and movements at the moment. He had been naive enough to think that the sex they had in high school was passionate but being wrapped up, and inside of, Rachel right now was making him redefine what passionate was. There was just something about the way her nails were digging into his skin, how rough she was being while in control and how intense the noises she uttered were. Had Finn never have been angry, never said the countless stupid things he did, this kind of sex would not be happening. As Rachel muttered how she hated him, Finn could not agree more. What kind of sadist was he to enjoy that he caused Rachel this much pain and pleasure? As the brunette's fingers wrapped around his wrist and guided him down, his body registered what she wanted before his mind did. In quick succession, Finn's fingers stroked Rachel's clit, the tight angle of having his hand trapped between their bodies while she bobbed up and down making it difficult but only just. If there was one thing that Finn knew he could give to Rachel right now it was an orgasm and if she needed that, well by hell he was going to make it happen. "Look at me." Finn mumbled as his fingers kept working on her clit while his own legs and back tensed. "Look at me when you come Rachel." He panted. Taking his hand from her hip for only a moment, his palm cupped the back of Rachel's neck and tilted her head forward. Instantly Finn could see the glistening tear stains on her cheek and knew that all the anger she had was still there, raging towards the surface as she wrestled with something he could not understand. What Finn could understand that in moment his own orgasm was going to be rushing over his body and with a groan, his fingers still massaging and stroking, his other arm wrapped tight around Rachel's back, holding her as close as he could. "Rachel…" Finn whimpered as he felt his cock trembling inside of her as he was coming inside of her, his hot cum filling the woman as he held her in place, not letting her move until he had completely cum in her. From just the heat radiating between them, the connection of something far deeper than just sex, Finn knew Rachel's body was coming alongside of his right then, the two of them just being one for a moment in time.
The comedown from sex was washing over Finn quickly, his mind returning from the cloudy sex haze it had been in. This was the part where he'd have to hurry off, making some excuse to ease his guilt and pain but as his eyes had been open the whole time, thinking of how those tears were his fault, Finn didn't want to just run off. Pulling his arm from around Rachel's back, Finn lifted his hand to her face, brushing the wet spots with his thumb, trying to dry them off. Swallowing hard, Finn lifted Rachel, sliding out of her with his cock dripping of himself and her and adjusted quickly, setting the brunette on the couch before he fell to ground on his knees between her legs. The sex was a gift for them both; a way to deal with the tension and anger but the tears had struck a chord in Finn. He had to give Rachel something, show her in some way that he wanted her to be okay, to give her a release. It probably didn't make sense but if Finn could make Rachel come, really come without the anger and frustration at him, then maybe they could start to heal. His hands pressed flat against her thighs, spreading her legs wide. Quickly Finn leaned in, his mouth latching onto Rachel's sex again. His tongue came out, rolling against her sex, trailing up to massage her clit. There was nothing rough or fast about how Finn was eating her out right then. His eyes open, lifting up to look at the brunettes face while his hands reached out for hers, sliding his fingers through the spaces between hers, and squeezing her hands while his tongue began to swirl around.
Rachel Berry
Rachel whimpered as he began working her clit, suddenly nearing her climax much faster than before. She didn't want to look at him, she didn't want him to see her so bare, but she didn't have a choice when she felt his hand on the back of her neck tilting her head down so that her eyes would meet his. Every ounce of anger in her body poured into the look. She wanted him to feel her rage as he finished, to know how messed up she really felt. As soon as she felt him reach his orgasm she bit her lower lip and shut her eyes when he said her name. Everything about the moment was heated and rough, it wasn't like her. Still, though, Rachel couldn't fight off her orgasm as she felt it taking over her. She opened her eyes and just glared at him through all of the moaning, the whimpering, and the ache. Even then Rachel refused to say his name, even when it was threatening to roll off of her tongue she didn't let it slip out. Saying his name would've made it truly intimate and she didn't want it to be intimate, she wanted to let go of everything truly intimate between them. Maybe then she wouldn't constantly feel that dull pain in her chest. After they'd both finished riding out their orgasms Rachel just sat there with her eyes closed. Her chest rose and fell slowly, rhythmically with the deep breaths she was taking. Tears were still streaming down her face, though few and far between, and she didn't feel any better than she had when she'd first come storming in. Her eyes opened when she felt his thumb as she just looked at him, begging for something she wasn't sure what. Rachel did nothing but breathe as he lifted her off of his cock and turned to sit her back on the couch. The sudden absence made her feel a little more empty inside because she was remembering the last time they'd had sex when he'd quickly dressed and left, but this time he wasn't putting his clothes on.
With confusion evident in her face Rachel watched him until it sunk it what he was doing. She sunk down into the couch a little, spreading her legs easily for him when she felt his hands on her thighs. As soon as his mouth made contact with her core she let her head fall back against the couch but she looked down at him through desire filled eyes. The anger was slowly seeping out and being replaced love and desire. When she felt his fingers lacing through hers she closed her eyes for a second to take a deep breath before a loud moan escaped her. Now that it wasn't about anger Rachel was able to really enjoy all of it, she was able to enjoy the closeness with him. A small part of her still hated him, still wanted him to pay, but as she looked down at him she couldn't stop herself from finally whimpering his name. Her back arched slightly and she squeezed his hands, struggling not to buck her hips. "Oh, Finn…" she practically whined his name. The slow pace was the exact opposite of what they'd just done. It was almost as painful because it was so slow, but she loved it. She loved everything about it. Rachel bit her lower lip as she slowly rolled her hips, longing for more of him. Finn knew exactly what she wanted without having to be told and that was something that she would always love about him. It didn't even need to be sexual. He just knew her the same way she knew him. "Yes, god ,Finn…" she moaned as her hips rolled slowly once more, her back arching just a little more. Her toes were curling and she could swear she was going to explode as she watched him, panting and moaning for him.
Finn Hudson
The only thing that Finn Hudson knew for sure as his face was buried deep between Rachel's legs, his eyes cast up at hers in the most gentle way possible was that any kind of spark between them would always unravel into a fire. Moments before when they had been roughly engaged in their sport of who can hurt who more, Finn didn't care how Rachel felt or what she wanted, only that she realize how he was the only one who could make her uncurl like she had. Now though, those ill will feelings had vanished and Finn was desperate to make Rachel feel whole and loved once more. It wasn't until his name fell from her lips in the whine, in the moans of desperation that Finn knew he was doing this right. His eyes closed as he pulled her sex as far into his mouth as he could, his tongue gentle as it rolled and massaged against her, brushing her clit in a slow but forceful pattern. The taste of Rachel, so salty and sweet, was quickly filling Finn up with a taste he knew he'd crave for the rest of his time. Squeezing her hands tightly, Finn shut his eyes as his tongue pressed into her until she was screaming and coming into his mouth.
There was no feeling of pride in Finn this time around, no cocky little attitude washing over him but rather relief. That was so long overdue and perhaps now they could take stock of what the hell was going on with them and attempt to move on. Finn had chosen Quinn, Rachel had chosen Jesse. That was the only absolute. Yet as Finn pulled his face back, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as subtly as he could, he almost wished differently for their absolute and once again allowed the guilt and shame to sweep over him. His feet screamed run but his mind and heart were set on waiting for Rachel. Silently, he got up and sat next to her on the couch, his arm swooping over her shoulder and his hand reached for hers, their fingers entwined. Sighing, Finn turned his head to Rachel, his lips kissing the top of her head. This was a far cry from the lack of intimacy that wasn't there less than ten minutes ago. How they managed to change this often Finn was unsure of but sometimes, like now, he didn't so much mind. "You don't have to apologize for slapping me." Finn whispered, all those walls of defense and defiance tumbling down so quickly. "I deserved it for being such an asshole to you."
Rachel Berry
As Rachel struggled to stay as quiet as she possibly could her eyes fell shut and she found herself throwing her head back against the couch. Finn's tongue against her clit was moving just the right way and she felt herself quickly approaching her climax. Maybe it was because they'd only finished having sex before, or maybe it was because Finn was everything that she had ever needed, but whatever it was she knew she wouldn't be lasting long. As her chest quickly rose and feel with short, desperate breaths Rachel tried to find composure but the more she thought about what he was doing, the longer he went on, the more her head spun. Her heart ached for him and she let his name fall from her lips one last time before she gave in to the orgasm crashing down on her. After she'd finished Rachel left her eyes closed, waiting for the emptiness again. She waited for him to get dressed and tell her to do the same and leave. Really she was waiting for the heartbreak all over again, but instead she felt his arm around her shoulders and his fingers lacing through his. Slowly she opened her eyes, terrified that he wouldn't really be there, but he was. When he kissed the top of her head she felt tears sting her eyes but she blinked them away, refusing to give in to them again.
Her lips turned up in a sheepish smile as she was suddenly hit with the memory of slapping him. "I'm not sorry that I hit you." She finally said, turning her head up so that she could look at him as she gently squeezed his hand. "I am sorry for hurting you, though…" her voice grew softer when she continued as she tried to convey how much she meant what she was saying through her gaze. Rachel couldn't explain how much she hated the situation they were stuck in. She hated that no matter what everything led to pain for them but even with that knowledge they both just kept coming back. For a few seconds she just looked at him, trying to commit the sight to memory. In the back of her mind she knew this wasn't going to last, but for the moment she enjoyed it. "You just make me so crazy sometimes, Finn…" she said and shook her head as she turned to hide her face in his chest. It was true. Finn had the ability to make her completely lose her mind, sometimes in the worst possible way. She couldn't explain it and she couldn't change it. Rachel took a deep breath and moved her legs up onto the cushion she was sitting on.