As per requested by many of my lovely readers, Finn and Rachel get caught "wrestling".
May 14th, 2031
Finn stared at the digital numbers telling him it was 5:31 AM. He still had 29 minutes before he was due to wake up to get ready for work but a rather unsettling dream had woken him prematurely.
The dream wasn't particularly frightening or strange. He wasn't that weird Finnicorn creature his subconscious somehow created and decided to bring up at least once a year. It was just…in his dream he was watching himself have sex with Rachel which usually would equal a totally awesome dream, but this time, he was failing miserably.
The entire time he watched himself trying to get Rachel off she was critiquing him and telling him what a horrible job he was doing. He tried going down on her and she laughed at him, when she got on top of him and examined his length she told him he had a 'tiny pencil dick' and flicked it and when he tried to prove to her that he was a very capable lay, she brushed him off and announced that she was leaving him for that asshat Jesse St. James.
Now that was a name he hadn't heard in years. At least it had been until Rachel and he had been out to lunch the other day and Jesse barged into their conversation as if they were old friends. Finn was quite rattled by Jesse's sudden reappearance out of nowhere after twenty years.
The entire time Jesse spoke with Rachel, who as always was courteous and polite, Finn glowered at him and imagined sticking his head in the decorative fountain to his right so he hadn't really caught much of the conversation. Based on what he had heard though and Rachel's filling in the blanks, apparently Jesse had taken over the glee club at his high school alma mater and they were in town for Nationals. They had lost to New Directions, which was still being coached by Mr. Schuester, the last three out of five years and Jesse was determined to bring them down this year. Finn was ecstatic to know that New Directions had continued to do well after the original members had all graduated and that it pissed Jesse off to no end.
Even though Finn had won the battle for Rachel's heart and watched Jesse pack up and leave empty handed, he would never like that guy. Nothing would change the fact that he was a tool who needed a haircut and a serious morality check. He even had the gall to insult Rachel's Tony Award winning performance in Oklahoma! which he had apparently seen when he visited New York during her run. Even twenty years later Jesse St. James still Jesse St. Sucked.
Despite knowing Finn was ace in bed and that Rachel wouldn't be leaving him for anyone else anytime soon, he still felt unnerved by the dream. What did it mean? Why would his brain go there? Did running into Jesse subconsciously mess with Finn's confidence in himself making him feel like that inept teenager who allowed Jesse to make him feel inferior?
Finn mulled it over as Rachel turned in her sleep to cuddle against his side. He held her close, enjoying the feel of her body next to his. Sometimes, even twenty years later, Finn was amazed that he had Rachel. If a fifteen year old Finn could see him now he'd probably be quite surprised at the sight. Rachel wasn't the kind of girl he went for, Quinn was, but Rachel was exactly the kind of girl he needed and wanted. She was stubborn and annoying and still talked too much but she was also passionate and caring and a fantastic wife and mother and gave great head, amongst all the other great things about her.
As his mind went from thoughts of Rachel back to his dream he became even more frustrated. Why couldn't he please Rachel in it? He was an amorous partner in the sack and quite often had to remind Rachel to keep it down to keep from waking the kids. If he wasn't good in bed he and Rachel would most likely not have sex as often as they did and it definitely wouldn't be as loud as it was.
Rachel shifted in her sleep again, her leg riding up Finn's body to rest right on his groin. Finn ran his hand along Rachel's smooth bare thigh all the way up to her firm round backside. His other hand caressed her side under her tank top. Though it was only 5:38 AM now, Finn was getting really turned on. His testosterone levels were up which meant Finn Jr. was making his appearance now. It seemed that it was Finn's turn to give Rachel a wake-up call.
Carefully, Finn rolled Rachel onto her back and lied next to her. He ran his hand over her stomach just above her shorts' waistline before dipping his fingers below it. They crept further south until he could feel the patch of hair underneath then the soft skin below that. Slowly Finn ran his finger along Rachel's slit trying to build her arousal. She whined a little at his touch but she was still very much asleep.
When his fingers were finally coated in a sufficient amount of wetness, Finn started pushing Rachel's shorts and panties down her body. He sat up and tugged them off her legs before removing his own boxers he slept in. Finn spread Rachel's legs slightly to give him some room then he knelt between them. He palmed himself to make sure he was good and ready then teased Rachel's entrance before pushing into her.
Rachel moaned at the contact but still didn't wake. Easily, Finn slipped in and out of Rachel repeatedly getting into a good rhythm before placing his hands on either side of her body to hold himself up over her as he thrust his hips back and forth. While he did this, he grazed his lips along her collarbone before lightly nipping at her shoulder. He sucked on the skin and moved his hand to cup Rachel's breast. Wanting to feel her pebbling nipples pressed against his bare skin, Finn pulled the straps of the tank top down and pushed the fabric to the middle of Rachel's stomach. He pressed his chest against Rachel and moaned when he could feel her boobs against him.
Finn looked at Rachel to see if she had become conscious yet but she was still surprisingly out of it. Damn it! It was just like his dream. She wasn't critiquing him or laughing at him but she wasn't engaging in it either! Was he losing his touch that he couldn't even wake his wife up with hot sex anymore?
"Finn," Rachel mewled out just then, her eyes still closed but a smile creeping onto her face. "Go deeper."
He looked into her face and saw her eyes squeezing shut more as he hitched her leg over his hip to push himself deeper inside her. She ran her hands down his back to cup his ass to get him as close to her as possible.
Now that Rachel was conscious Finn was ready to really get things going. His hips slammed into hers hard forcing a loud squeal from her. Finn got faster and faster until he stopped completely buried in her to draw it out longer. He sat up then to stare down at Rachel's naked form lying in front of him. Her eyes had opened finally and she was looking up at him biting her lip as she tweaked her nipple between her fingertips.
"Good morning to you too, Finn," Rachel said lustfully, breaking the silence that had fallen over them. Before she could speak again, Finn slid his arms under Rachel's back and lifted her so she was sitting on him. She slowly started rolling her hips against his, taking him in and out of her. He sucked on her neck and scratched down her back making her call out his name loudly in pleasure. It wasn't too long after that when Rachel was screaming his name as she came on top of him, clawing at his head for support before falling backwards off of him to rest on the bed.
Oh yeah, I still got it Finn thought to himself as he crawled on top of Rachel with a smirk to hover over her and kiss her until the blaring of the alarm broke them apart. Finn rolled off Rachel, turned off the alarm and turned on the bedside lamp before glancing back over at his wife who was pulling her tank top off her body completely.
"You need to start getting ready for work," Rachel reminded when Finn pulled her against him. He kissed her deeply trying to convey he wasn't quite ready to leave the bed just yet.
"I can skip breakfast," he murmured in response before lifting Rachel to sit on top of him. He looked at her seriously. "You still like having sex with me right?"
Rachel laughed. "What kind of question is that? Of course I do. You still like having sex with me right? Even after all those kids you got me pregnant with?"
"If I didn't I wouldn't have woken you up that way. And for the record, if I could get you pregnant again, I would. You're a wild woman with all those pregnancy hormones."
She laughed heartily at him before leaning down to peck his lips. Rachel noticed that something still seemed to be on his mind though. "What are you thinking?"
The corner of Finn's mouth twitched as he looked away. He knew he was being silly and paranoid but hearing her affirm her love and devotion to him would just make him feel a whole heck of a lot better.
"You still love me and want to be married to me right? You aren't going to leave me?" Rachel just stared at him blankly.
"Where are these questions coming from Finn? Do you think I'm going to ask for a divorce or something? Because I promise you I'm not. I love you Finn, I always have, and I'm never leaving you. In all seriousness though, why are you asking me this?"
Finn glanced away timidly. "I had a dream that you didn't like having sex with me anymore and then left me for Jesse St. James…and you said I had a 'tiny pencil dick'."
"That's absurd! I would never go back to Jesse St. James. There's only one man for me and I'm currently sitting on his lap ready to show him how much I love his very large, very non-pencil like dick. So tell your subconscious to stop worrying because I'm yours and yours alone."
With her reassurances over, Rachel went to work on showing Finn just how much she loved him and their mutual favorite part of his anatomy. Unfortunately, in the room next door their nine year old was being roused from her peaceful sleep.
A few times a week, Roxy could hear strange noises coming from her parents' room but generally she ignored them assuming it was just the television. She always had better things to focus her attention on than the sounds of whatever it was her parents liked to watch. Except this time it was freaking 6:10 AM and Roxy still had nearly an hour of sleep she could get before having to get up for school.
She tossed and turned trying to fall back asleep after the noises had woken her but it was no use. The noises were too loud and just seemed to be getting louder. She pounded on the wall a few times hoping that might make them realize they needed to turn their program down but that didn't work at all. After a particularly loud wail Roxy grumbled to herself about never having a moment of quiet in that house and got out of bed. She exited her room and walked the few paces over to her parents' door. Without bothering to knock as they probably wouldn't hear it anyway, Roxy opened the door and froze at what she saw.
Lying on the bed was her father completely naked with her mother sitting on top of him backwards just as naked as her dad. It took a few seconds for Finn and Rachel to register that they had an unwanted audience and in that time Roxy got an eyeful of things she never wanted to see. Though it was horrid and she felt like she needed to scrub her eyes out of her head to remove the images, as with a train wreck, she couldn't look away until finally Finn noticed the door was open and pulled Rachel off him and ripping the blanket over them.
"Roxanne, what are you doing?" he yelled at his daughter mortified at having been caught.
Rachel finally noticed what was happening and her heart fell into her stomach at knowing Roxy had just seen something no child ever wants to see their parents do.
"Um," Roxy began her face red all over.
Rachel cut her off. "Baby, I know what you just saw is probably confusing for you and I'm so sorry it happened."
"Were you and Dad…?" Roxy knew about sex but she didn't know the gross details. Was that what all the strange noises came from?
"Wrestling. We were wrestling," Finn practically shouted trying to keep his daughter from actually saying the word sex. He could not handle that yet.
"Wrestling?" Roxy and Rachel said at the same time with two totally different tones. Rachel couldn't believe that was how he chose to explain their actions while Roxy sounded skeptical.
"Yep, Mom and I like to wrestle sometimes…to…start the…day right," Finn replied extremely awkwardly.
Rachel stared at him wide eyed with a fake smile plastered on her face. "Please stop talking."
"Okay." Finn snapped his mouth shut and let Rachel handle the situation.
"Was there something you needed sweetie?" Rachel asking in a motherly voice trying to turn the conversation in any other direction it could go in.
Roxy just stared at the floor super embarrassed to even look her parents in the eye. "I was just going to ask you to turn the volume down. You woke me up with your wrestling," she answered emphasizing 'wrestling'. Clearly she knew they weren't really wrestling.
"Okay," Rachel replied in a small voice. "We will do that. How about you go back to bed now? You still have a little while before you need to get ready for school."
Roxy shook her head then turned to exit the room pulling the door shut behind her. When she made it back into her bed and tried to close her eyes to get a little more sleep she couldn't. Every time her eyes shut she could just see her mom and dad in their bed and it was freaking her out. There was no way she was ever going to be able to sleep again.
At the same time back in Finn and Rachel's room, the pair was sitting on the bed silently staring at the door. Six years, six years they had gone without being walked in on! Ruined. All because Rachel couldn't control her mouth when Finn brought her to ecstasy their daughter was now scarred for life at having watched Rachel ride Finn reverse cowgirl. Why couldn't people ever barge in on them while they were asleep fully clothed or reading a book quietly or simply watching TV? It always had to be at the most compromising and intimate moments.
"Wrestling?" Rachel finally spoke as the shock cleared away and frustration took its place.
"It was the first thing I could think of! Did you really want to explain to our nine year old how Mommy and Daddy were having sex?"
"Finn, she's not stupid. She knows we weren't wrestling!" Rachel got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Finn continued to sit in bed with his head in his hands.
"I just think she's still a little too young for us to openly talk about sex with her yet, especially our sex life."
Rachel poked her head around the doorframe. "And I'm not disagreeing with you Finn, but wrestling? Really? No wonder you thought a woman could get pregnant via hot tub. It's the lack of communication parents and kids have when it comes to this kind of stuff. Rather than brushing it aside and calling it something it's not we should maturely discuss this with her."
Finn rolled his eyes at her. "Rachel, she's nine. Can we at least wait until she's in the double digits for 'the birds and the bees' talk?"
"Fine. But I honestly think the sooner we start discussing things of this nature with her, the better. Kids grow up so much faster now and are learning these things from places they shouldn't. If we want her to be prepared we need to be the ones to explain it all to her in an open and comfortable environment. You can't be overprotective daddy and go on about waiting until thirty and being married and 'just say no'. Look how well that kind of attitude turned out for Quinn? She needs to understand so she can be prepared. Plus that would be rather hypocritical of you considering when we started having sex."
Finn sat there wondering how hot morning sex turned into a lecture on not being too overprotective. This was a mess. If he just could have kept it in his pants and gotten over feeling so insecure about himself he could have kept from having to worry about his daughter's mental health and discussing physical intimacy with a child. Being a parent was hard.
"Now come on Finn. You need to get ready for work." Rachel walked out of the bathroom in her robe and exited the bedroom.
Finn stared after her before getting out of bed finally. He had a feeling it was going to be a long day.
I hope this helps with some of the lust for Finchel smut. :)