Releasing Some Tension || Fuinn
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It was a high to hear that Finn had thought about being with her sexually; it wasn’t like Quinn hadn’t imagined it either, and the smirk dressing her lips between their fiery, dirty bantering developed into a full blown smile at the confession. “I don’t like liars, so yeah, you’re going to have to prove it,” she quipped back playfully, breath catching gently with the connection of his lips to her skin. Quinn was obviously enjoying the soft, sweet kisses rained along her neck and shoulder; it was nice to know that even if he was here for a hook-up, Finn wasn’t going to just make her feel dirty about it all. He clearly didn’t mind taking his time to explore her, just like she wanted to with him. His hands skating down to her ass had the blonde gasping and mewling in approval as strong palms squeezed firm cheeks while he inquired about her fantasies. Quinn wanted to ensure that she sated some of Finn’s as well, but confessed that the urge to have him take her in the kitchen was a strong one, and that she really didn’t care what surface. Her breath again was stolen as this time Finn’s mouth covered her own; the initiation was fierce and searing, and Quinn moaned softly against his lips before their tongues sought one another. She nodded, humming positively at Finn’s quest for getting her both places in her kitchen fantasy. “I would Mr. Hudson,” she finally husked as they parted for a breath, her teeth gingerly sinking into Finn’s lower lip as a whine escaped her with the way his body melded to hers. “Then take me anywhere you want and make it count,” she shuddered at the idea of always feeling him whenever she stepped into that room. “I’m going to hold you to that promise too.” Quinn swallowed heavily as Finn began stripping her from her leggings; the expression on his face and darkening of his eyes secured that Finn liked what he saw. She giggled a little tipsily as he insisted she spin around to show off her form, but the clutch and then smack of his hand to her lace covered ass left the young teacher groaning desperately as she arched into his touch.
Quinn could already feel her knees growing weak and like jelly as her center ached for him, so she was grateful when Finn carried her to the table without making her walk. She was hoping to play it cool and keep a little control, but the wetness pooling within her panties and the way her thighs clenched to calm herself completely gave her away. “You’re going to have me screaming your name, huh?” she taunted softly as she sat on the edge of the table, watching Finn work himself out of his jeans. “What about you screaming mine? Which of us do you think is louder… hmm?” Hazel eyes turned a shade darker too once she helped Finn out of his jeans, her thighs simply spreading even wider by instinct. He began grinding against her, which flipped the smirk on Quinn’s face into an expression of pleasure, her lips parting to allow his tongue to curl around hers, wet panties rubbing against bulging boxers as her legs slightly cinched about Finn’s waist. His fingers dipping into her lingerie caused Quinn to whimper against his lips, her hips bucking a little to gain more friction, but in an instant his touch was gone. She whined as his hand left her center, body still trembling from his ministrations. She loved teasing and being teased, but the demand for more was growing strong, and when Finn started slipping down his boxers, Quinn’s digits curled beneath the waistband of his underwear to help. “Oh god,” she moaned at the reveal of his throbbing thickness. Again her panties were becoming soaked, sticking to her folds which were practically showing through thin material now. “Mm, good. But don’t pretend like you haven’t wanted to fuck me just as much,” she hissed back; almost hastily Quinn lifted her sweater over her head, exposing her own taut, tight abdomen and a matching lacy bra, nipples at full attention, and she tossed the blouse aside. Again a smirk took shape on her kiss swollen lips as the blonde feathered her fingertips over Finn’s length, teasing it and grinning almost wickedly with the way it twitched in reaction.
“It’s going to be a tight fit,” she mused, returning to their banter. Leaning up to capture his lips with hers in a firm kiss, Quinn’s hand gently wrapped around Finn’s cock, her wrist slowly jerking back and forth to rile him up a bit more while her thumb lightly rubbed circles over the tip, she more eager than ever now to have him inside of her. With her free hand Quinn grabbed Finn’s, guiding it to her panties as she lifted her ass to help wriggle them off, all the while she started stroking his shaft at a more steady speed.
The rather antagonistic relationship the two had at work may well just have been sexual chemistry that neither had dared to approach before tonight. But now that all things were off the table, and Quinn herself was about to be on top of it everything seemed a lot clearer to them both. Slapping the blonde teacher on the ass had her mewling and as Finn stripped layer after layer of clothing from her Quinn seemed to get more and more into it. As was Finn, with every new inch of skin he saw of hers his throat ran dryer, and licking his lips became instinctive as he soon carried her over to the edge of her kitchen table. Having been told of her fantasies within this room in particular Finn intended to make every one of them come true now. “Oh we’ll both be screaming, and I don’t think it matters who’s louder. All that really matters is that it’s gonna get real noisy in here,” he husked back before pressing against the half-naked Quinn. His jeans having been added to the pile of clothes, he briefly teased her with a soft touch of her folds, running his finger along her before stopping to pull off his boxers too; the way she reached to help him strip down fully was as alluring as it was intoxicating in itself, and as he sprang free her reaction had him throbbing anew. He couldn’t wait to prove to her how tight a fit it would be, and when she used the very same words running in his head he smirked heavily, then groaned as her hand began to softly touch him. “Oh I have, I’ve wanted to every damn day since we met. Especially all those times you yelled at me for being too noisy... and you may have to yell at me again for it,” he promised. A gasp escaped him as her motions became more deliberate, stroking him as she pulled him into a heated kiss and causing him to practically gasp for air. Off came her own blouse now too, leaving her seated on the table in her lingerie and looking rapturously delicious.
“Oh jesus,” he muttered as the kiss broke, her hand still building him up now and threatening to get an eruption from him already. Reaching out to grasp her by the waist, he pulled her straighter to the edge of the table and swept aside her panties to reveal glistening wet core. Smirking again as he bit her gently on the lip, together they guided him towards her arousal and ran the tip through wet folds, causing each to shudder at first direct contact. Both clearly needed more and fast, as Finn slipped quickly inside of Quinn a little bit at a time, allowing her a chance to get used to his girth. “God,” he whined, pressing even closer to her and soon laid her back onto the table, hovering over her as he introduced his full length inside of her only after she continued to assure him it was okay. For a few moments he just enjoyed the feel of being fully sheathed within her, and stole another fiery kiss as he lay on top of Quinn. The hard table beneath them held them up, and slowly he began to pump his hips as he began to fuck Quinn, sliding in and out of her slowly as his tongue rolled and pressed against her own, the warmth of her mouth just as amazing as the warmth of her core. Groaning began to spill from his mouth into her own, all of it muffled as slow movements became more deliberate and more sharp, Finn raising up only to slam back down into Quinn. Lifting himself back up slightly, Finn’s darkened pupils stared down at the twin pools of hazel staring back up, golden tresses splayed on the tabletop around her face. With a free hand he tugged at her bra, letting her breasts spill out of the lace cups and soon used both hands to cover them, groping at her as he managed to regain his footing and stood up at the edge of the table, still pushing in and out of her as he used her chest for leverage. Fingers rubbed over sensitive nipples as he tweaked and pawed at them, having his way with Finn’s co-worker. “JESUS!” he cried out, followed by a string of moans as her walls squeezed against his length.
“I told you you’re gonna be screaming my name, and I’m gonna be screaming yours too, babe!” He huffed as he stared down at her, eyes burning with passion and driving harder into her as the table moved slightly, rocking back and forth under their weight.