Overall Summary: Rachel and Finn just can't keep their hands off each other. A collection of M-rated oneshots. Finchel.

Individual Summary: Rachel proclaims herself as Finn's official tutor ... in the incredibly fascinating subject of sexual education, otherwise known as sex-ed.


Author's Note: PLEASE READ! Personally, I find this to be a little OOC. Or it could possibly be staged a year or two into their relationship, when they've grown enormously in the sex department. I think you'll see why when you read it. Just a warning: a little more descriptive than the previous oneshots. Please review!


Twisted Symphony

I was only seventeen when she looked at me that way
Seems like yesterday I was only fooling around
But she stole my heart away; I've never been the same

Finn Hudson found the room unusually stuffy and hot. The light blue polo shirt he was wearing felt like it was cutting off his air supply, hugging much too closely to his neck. The sleeves felt as though they were too short and not wide enough for his well-toned arms to squeeze through. His chest felt constricted, and had it not been for the fact that he was completely aware of what was going on around him, he would have thought he was spiralling downward into a panic attack.

However, the sense of his discomfort at the moment was none other than his girlfriend herself, Rachel Berry.

Had it been any other day, Finn would have jumped at the opportunity to spend more time with his girlfriend. She had commented on how she really needed to study for their upcoming exams, and he agreed wholeheartedly; he needed all the help he could get. And, Rachel, being as smart as she was, could definitely help him in math. And chemistry. Okay, fine, and history as well ... okay, maybe she could help him in every subject he had taken over the course of the semester. They decided that day, after school they would meet at Rachel's house and study together for the upcoming exams.

Little did Finn know just what subject Rachel wanted to study...

After dropping her bag by the door, Rachel climbed the stairs, saying she needed to change into something cooler; the hot summer weather had taken its toll on her body. Not that Finn was complaining. Summer meant that Rachel dressed in shorter skirts and much smaller shirts. In fact, when the two had visited the local public pool together, Finn had been stunned by her body in that red bikini.

However, even though Rachel wasn't currently clad in such an outfit, Finn still couldn't help his eyes from running over her voluptuous curves. She was wearing the short pink shorts she'd worn during their funk number. Previously, when he'd first seen them during rehearsal, he had stared; breath taken away by her seriously amazing legs. Now, however, they made his mouth water and – as he had officially made her his – all he could think about was those very legs wrapped around his waist...

Her shirt left little to the imagination; at least to Finn who had memorized every single inch of her body, down to the last tiny freckle. It was a white spaghetti-strap top that dipped slightly, revealing the perfect amount of cleavage. Her long hair was thrown back into a messy ponytail, strands hanging out to frame her face.

Finn breathed in deeply and Rachel looked up at the tiny interruption. She noticed immediately that Finn wasn't even looking at his diagram, but at her. "Finn," she sighed, "Are you even trying to study?"

"Yes, of course," he replied indignantly.

"Really? What, by definition, is the testicle?"

He tensed at her interrogation. "I don't know! I don't care! I know how my own dick functions, thanks." He dismissed her and while he glared, she grabbed his diagram from the floor.

"You have to learn this Finn! It will be on the final and you'll get a horrendous mark if you refuse to try!" Finn shook his head. "This is ridiculous! I've never gotten this type of attitude from you before, even over studying. What's wrong?"

"Nothing Rachel, I just don't feel like talking about the male anatomy with you."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Fine, assuming that you at least know how your own body functions, we'll skip the male..."

"Thank you."

"...And move onto the female."

Finn groaned, "Urgh! Fine, whatever." He leaned back, resting his weight onto his hands behind him and waited for the unstoppable questions about to spill from Rachel's mouth. She picked up the other sheet from the floor and Finn's eyes widened as she placed it on his lap.

"Where are the ovaries located?" Rachel asked with an air of indifference. Finn couldn't even believe his ears; how could she be so calm about this? Rachel smoothed the paper, her hands brushing against his crotch and he inhaled sharply.

"Um, er, somewhere on the outside..?" Finn almost questioned sheepishly. At the look of her face, Finn looked to the floor; admiring the texture of the carpet, but secretly hoping that the floor would just swallow him up.

"On the outside? Finn, it's like you're not even trying." Rachel paused, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear in exasperation. "When and where did you hear that ovaries were located on the outside of the body?"

Finn continued to stare at the carpet, gently plucking at a loose fibre. His eyes shot up to hers, offended. "It was Puck!" He defended stubbornly.

"Noah? Why would you believe one word that comes out of his big, obnoxious mouth?"

"I don't know..." He muttered, staring at nowhere but the floor. "Rach, it was just mentioned in passing; I wasn't really paying attention anyway." At the pointed look on her face, he was forced to continue. "It was during that celibacy meeting you came to, remember? Before we came into the room with you girls ... we were just talking..."

"It's a celibacy club, Finn! Main word: celibacy; meaning to abstain from sexual relations." She gave him another look as if to say, why were you talking about that at a celibacy club meeting? But then suddenly a smile grew rapidly on her smooth features. "See, I told you! If we refuse to acknowledge the fact that we're curious about sex, and that we want to experience the joys of sexual pleasure, we act out. I was right; even though you guys were attending a meeting based on the idea of abstinence, you still couldn't drag your mind off of sex!" Rachel looked extremely thrilled that she was proven right once again. "But still, I'm going to have a long and detailed chat with Puck about, not only the female anatomy, but also about manners..."

Finn groaned at the idea and just managed to utter one of his many protests before Rachel continued with her testing game.

"Well, I see we have our work cut out for us ... we'll have to start from the very beginning; just to make sure you're familiar with everything." Finn shivered, for the only thing occupying his mind at the present moment was the picture of Rachel beneath him, screaming his name in a true passion as his dick flew into her pussy.

He felt himself grow hard, and he suspected Rachel knew because of the smile that graced her lips. Not only that, but her hand was also still situated on his lap. "Rach, I know enough!"

"Really, Finn? Are you sure? How could you possibly know everything?"

Finn tensed as her hand traced along the female reproductive system; her fingers gently, knowingly or not, sending shockwaves from the tip of his lengthening penis to the nerve-endings throughout his entire body. "I didn't say I know everything! But I sure as hell know enough to get you off!" Finn's eyes grew wide as he realized what words had spilled from his mouth.

Just as he was about to splutter an apology, an excuse ... or something that he really didn't know, Rachel gave him a sultry smile, "Prove it."

She sat up onto her knees and made her way over to Finn. His legs were stretched out far in front of him and she came to kneel in front of him. Her arms crossed, making her breasts become larger and more pronounced and causing Finn's eyes, in turn, to gloss over. He felt the tips of her fingers on his chin. "Finn, babe, my eyes are up here."

"I know." His right hand went to the back of her neck and lowered her mouth to his lips. He kissed her gently and pulled away. He opened his eyes and when he saw hers were still closed and she licked at her lips, he pulled her back to him, connecting their lips again. Rachel's hands came up to his shoulders and she inched closer to him.

Finn began to lower them towards the ground. He wrapped his hands around her waist and without a second thought, pulled her to him. He felt his body collapse onto the floor; his back coming into full contact with the carpet. Rachel allowed herself to be dragged down with him. He let out a grunt when Rachel's legs spit around his hips and she bent to connect their lips. His hands gripped her tightly; Rachel's hands resting on the floor on either side of his head.

His tongue pushed at her lips and Rachel opened her mouth with absolutely no hesitation. Finn saw stars behind his eyelids as Rachel's hips dropped and their crotches pressed together. He could feel her extreme warmth pour from her center and he groaned deeply when she ground herself into his growing length. Rachel felt herself grow wet as she pressed herself against Finn's jean-clad penis.

"Mghh Rachel," Finn grunted, pulling her shirt over her head, exposing the pale rose bra she wore. Rachel braced her hands on his chest and pressed herself eagerly into his dick. She made a high pitched squeal from the back of her throat at the sensation of his penis prodding at her nub through the fabric of their clothes. Finn's hips thrust upward; Rachel's eye lids fluttering closed at the movement.

"Again," she ordered as her hands moved to slide his shirt over his torso. Throwing it aside, she continued to rub her pussy over the bulge in his jeans. She felt her panties grow steadily wetter and Finn was amazed when her juices leaked through her shorts as well.

"How the hell can you get so fucking wet, baby?" Rachel moaned as he pushed against her. He grasped her hips. He growled as she continued to rub her dripping vagina into him. "Rachel you're all mine. You'll never do this for anyone else. You will never drip for anyone else. This is all for me. You're pussy is mine."

Rachel nodded, immensely turned on by Finn's words. "All yours," she whimpered. "I only get like this for you..."

"All mine," he repeated. Finn moved his hands to the button of his pants. It had gotten quite painful for his erection in the confines of the denim surrounding his length. Rachel helped him get his pants down his legs, his blue plaid boxers going down with them. Rachel whined softly when Finn's long fingers began to stroke her through her shorts. She aided him in sliding them down her legs. Once she was rid of all clothing, Finn's fingers moved down to her pulsating organ again; pushing one lone finger into her warmth.

Finn grunted. "Rachel you're so wet," he pumped his finger into her, adding another. Rachel's eyes rolled into the back of her head when he added a third; her hips thrust into his hand and her fingers clutched frantically at his built shoulders.

"Finn!" Rachel yelped the word as his thumb prodded at her clitoris; his fingers continuously pumping into her.

"C'mon baby. Cum for me."

Rachel arched her back at the command, squirting against his fingers as they pumped in as her orgasm continued. She collapsed, heaving, on his body. Kissing her shoulder gently, he removed his fingers; Rachel whining at the loss of friction between her legs. She manoeuvred her body and his thick penis slid easily into her wetness.

Rachel smiled briefly at the union. This, she decided, was where Finn was meant to be; buried deeply within her. She grasped his shoulders and as his hips bucked into her, she thrust up into him fiercely, rolling them over, never losing the pleasurable connection created by their sweating bodies.

Finn bent his head and kissed her fiercely before moving to her neck and sucking roughly at her collarbone. Rachel felt herself grow steadily wetter around his aching length. His penis slid in and out with amazing speed. Rachel's hips grew spastic, "Finn!" her voice rang out loudly, reaching into Finn's jumbled mind. He grunted in response.

"Rachel... Baby, fuck, you're so tight." His fingers gripped at her hips, pulling her to him, her body coming off the ground momentarily. "F-fuck, you're amazing, so fucking tight."

"Mm, Finn harder." He obeyed the command. "Fa-faster ... unghh harder!" Rachel's body arched into his hold, Finn pumping his rock-hard penis harshly into her, and screamed as he stroked her g-spot. "Finn!"

"Again."

Rachel rolled her hips, craving every inch of him. "Fi-" he gave a particularly hard thrust and Rachel was unable to get anything out of her mouth. "Fi-"

"Rach say my name. C'mon, scream my name when you cum for me." His dick pounded into her and Rachel shrieked as her mind went fuzzy, her body coming apart from limb to limb as her juices flowed around his penis, dripping out past the barrier of his hardness.

"Finn!"

Finn let his load go and his seed spilled into her as he let his head fall into her shoulder. She panted harshly and let her hand come to the back of his head, her fingers splaying over the sweat-drenched locks.

"Rachel Berry, I love you. So much, you have no idea," Finn muttered into her shoulder and she smiled.

"I love you too Finn Hudson." She felt his own smile graze his lips. "So I guess you proved me wrong..."

Finn was confused, "About what?" he questioned.

"You absolutely for sure know how get me off." Finn laughed, pulling his now flaccid penis from her. He rolled off her and made a move to get to his feet, but Rachel pulled at his arm and to her naked body.

"Are you sure you don't wanna get up?"

She shook her head, "Mm-mm." She snuggled into his chest and felt his body curve to enable the closeness they both craved. He reached to her bed to grab the duvet. Pulling it over their nude bodies, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and let himself relax.

Screw the written response, Finn thought dazedly, succumbing to the much-needed slumber his mind was leaning towards; he'd get a perfect score on the practical.

And I wondered was I destined to spend my life alone
Oh girl you answered my question,
This time it's working; you've given me new hope.