Title: There Goes My Life Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Finn Rating: G Word Count : ~4,218 Disclaimer: This Glee fanfiction is based upon the television show of the same name. All characters and situations other than my own are sole property of Ryan Murphy Productions and 20th Century…
Author: Neverwonder
Status: unfinished
Rating: M
Chapters: 2
Words: 8k
Summary: When they’re 20 and heading into their junior year of college, Finn and Rachel find out that she’s pregnant. They go through with it and have to figure out how to raise a baby in New York when they barely feel like adults.
A/N: I saw this prompt, and I had to fill it; I just couldn’t say no. Most of the books Finn and Rachel get are made up, and any similarities to actual books are purely coincidental.
[chapter 2]
Author: Littlee0618
Status: complete
Rating: K
Chapters: one-shot
Words: 5k
Summary: Finchel and their first Valentine's Day back together/as new parents.
Finchel AU: Rachel and Finn go on holiday with their new dog. Rachel is superexcited about teaching the dog how to swim, while Finn is more interested in other things.
Prompt: Very slow, sensual and intense lovemaking. The kind of lovemaking that makes your heart flutter and create that weird agreable pain in your chest when you read it.
He has been away for three days and it's just killing her. She knows he loves his job and she likes how it makes him feel like he was born for it, born for the job and born for this life, but that stupid conference about "American Education" was taking him away from her for days, and she just wasn't sure how much longer she could take.
With Cosette - their kitten - cuddled up in her chest and Thor - their puppy - making himself comfortable on her belly, she turns on the television and sighs as The Way We Were starts on her screen again - she loves watching The Way We Were cuddled up in Finn's strong arms.
She groans, scratching the back of Cosette's ears, why does everything remind her of him?
Deciding to get out of this funk, at least for now, she places the kitten and the puppy down on the floor and gets up from the couch, wiping off the fur her baby animals left on her, before walking towards the kitchen, suddenly feeling like she needs some sweets.
Getting on her toes so she can reach for the top shelf, she grabs a small bowl and opens the fridge wide, picking out some strawberries and her Nutella - Finn complains about how she likes to keep the Nutella in the fridge, he likes it when it's soft and warm, but she prefers it when it's cold - and gets them on the counter.
As soon as she opens the Nutella jar though, she feels a pair of strong arms wrap around her, making her let out a surprised yelp and jump against the broad chest that supports her. After a second or two of surprise, she relaxes, feeling that familiar sensation as she leans against the known body.
"You're back early." She murmurs, eyes closed as his lips touch her hair, kissing her softly.
"I wanted to surprise you." He whispers, his hand running up and down her waist while she molds herself against him.
"Well, mission accomplished." She says, finally looking up at him and letting herself drink in his face - his warm, caramel eyes look down at her and see right through her, his gentle smile makes her go weak on her knees and the familiar freckles spawled across his nose makes her smile, just like they always do.
"You know, I've already kissed Cosette and Thor, but I have one kiss left and I think someone here wants it... Or am I wrong?" He grins teasingly. She taps her finger on her chin in a thinking manner before she nods slowly.
"Yeah... Sounds about right." He chuckles before he leans down and kisses her lips, the feeling making the familiar butterflies grow in her stomach. She turns around, her lips still locked with his as she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down and deepening the kiss, her tongue peaking out and licking his lower lip, seeking for entrance. Gladly, he allows it, his own tongue coming out and brushing hers teasingly.
"Missed you so much." He growls before pulling her up to the counter and pressing his lips on her jawline, kissing his way down her neck while she laces her lean legs around his torso, pulling him even closer so that their chests are touching.
"Oh, missed you too, sweetheart." She breathes out, her mouth hanging open as she lets out grunts of pleasure, his teeth digging in her flesh, marking her skin in a way only he can. "So much, you've no idea."
He nods, his tongue coming out to soothe the red mark on her skin as his hands move on her waist, caressing her skin as if they've spent years without touching each other, and this is something that she loves about him, how passionate he is at whatever he does.
"No idea?" He chuckles huskily, and she can feel her excitement drenching her underwear. "Every hour of the days I've been away, I couldn't help but to think what it would be like to get you in my arms again..." He tightens his grip on her waist. "To taste you again..." He murmurs as he makes his way up to her mouth, kissing her passionately. "To bury myself so deep within you, we'd have a hard time finding out who's who." He whispers the last part huskily in her ear, and she doesn't even have time to reply before he's sliding his shirt off himself and she's undoing the buttons of her dress.
A few minutes have passed but it seems like years as he finally buries himself inside of her just like he told her he would. His length enters her easily, the wetness between her legs making his movements smooth and sloppy as he enters and re-enters her, his forehead to hers as he holds onto her hip, everytime he slides into her, her bare ass slaps against the kitchen counter, her hot skin contrasting with the cool wood as they make love in their kitchen, her food forgotten.
She leans against him and buries her face in his neck, trying to support herself as he slams into her, murmuring sweet words in her ear and grunting her name while she whimpers with need.
His sweat is mixed with hers, her lips leeching on his skin as if she's sucking the life out of him, while his nose stays buried in her hair and his hands search frantically for hers, their fingers lacing together, finally.
He rests her hands on top of her head and leans her against the wall, his eyes locked on hers while she throws her head back and moans, and by her expression and her walls tightening around his length, he knows she's about to reach her peak, so with a demanding yet sweet tone, he tells her.
"Sweetheart..." She doesn't hear him. "Baby, look at me. Look at me, Rach." He pleads, his lips brushing hers softly as her knees shake and she opens her eyes with difficulty, the need of letting them fall shut as she reaches her orgasm taking over her body.
"I... F-oh-Finn." She breathes shakily, her legs tightening around him, her stomach clenching and her lungs burning as she tries to search for words, but doesn't find any.
"I need you to look at me when you come, Rach. I wanna see you when you get there." He says, kissing her face all over and fastening his pace. "Come with me, baby."
The feeling of him buried deep inside of her, his words ringing in her ears and his mouth on hers, she can't help herself, wrapping her arms tight around his neck, her eyes locked with his and her thighs shaking as she reaches her orgasm, only to feel him spilling his seed inside of her as well, their moans and pleas are the only sounds heard in the apartment.
Breathing hard as he finally comes down from his high, he brushes her wet hair off her sweaty forehead and brushes his nose against hers, grinning as he kisses her lips sweetly.
"Hello, Ms. Hudson."
She giggles like a silly girl - still isn't used to be called Ms. Hudson, it feels like it was just yesterday when they finally got married, no car accidents or no trains, just Finn and Rachel exchanging loving vows in front of their friends and family. They have been married for almost a year now, and for months they've been trying to have a baby.
"Well, Mr. Hudson, hello. If that wasn't enough to get a baby in my belly, I don't know what will be."
He laughs, helping her off the counter before he sweeps her off her feet, taking her in his arms and pressing her to his chest as he leads her to their bathroom, claiming they're both sweaty and need a shower, only to press her up against the shower wall and take her again, a few minutes later.
And as some weeks go by, they find out that Rachel is carying their baby in her stomach, and nine months later, Olivia Carole Hudson is born.
Prompt: Rachel wears Finn's clothes and he finds out he likes that a little more than he should (image here). A/N: This is for the anon who asked me another drabble in the style of "The Claws Come Out".
As he walks through the front door, he smiles at the smell that enters his nostrils: Rachel is making dinner. He walks towards the kitchen and just leans against the doorframe while he watches her prepare their dinner: she's got a small smile on her lips as she sways her hips along to the song that's playing on the radio while she chops the tomatoes neatly. Her hair is tied in a messy ponytail and she's wearing- Woah.
She's wearing his shirt. And crap, she looks so good it should be illegal.
Okay, he likes it when she dresses up whenever they go out with Kurt, Blaine and Santana, but this? This is her being herself, and the real, natural Rachel is the most beautiful side of her - he tells her that all the time, and she always giggles and calls him a "cutie" before kissing his face all over. He loves that.
Not wanting to waste another precious moment, Finn walks towards her and wraps his arms around her waist, pressing a wet kiss to the curve of her neck. She squeals in surprise, but relaxes against his chest as she recognizes his kisses.
"Finn, don't do that, you scared me!" She squeaks half-heartedly, but he knows that a few more kisses and she'll forget about it in no time.
"Sorry." He mumbles into her skin, brushing some of her hair off her shoulder and sucking on her neck, his tongue brushing against her overheated skin.
"Ohh, it-it's okay." She sighs, curling her fingers into his hair while her other hand drops the knife she was using on the counter. "I-it's not like you meant to scare me, right?"
"Right."
"Oh..." She purrs when he finds that spot behind her ear and kisses it, making her arch against him. "I-I was just m-making dinner before you got here." She explains, grounding her backside against the tent that rests in his pants, grinding against him.
"I can see that." His fingers come up to her hips, holding her in place while he grinds against her as well, his mouth now on her earlobe, nipping on the skin of it.
"I-it's la-lasagna... Your f-favorite." Rachel lets out a low moan before continuing. "I know you've been so - hmm, right there - busy with everything lately, so I really w-wanted to - oh, yes - cheer you up."
"That's really nice of you, Rach." He tells her while he snakes his hand underneath her (his?) shirt, caressing her flat stomach and feeling it contract under his touch. "You're very nice for doing that."
"W-would you... Say that I'm a..." He can see her cheeks turning into a hot shade of pink as she opens her mouth. "A good girl?" He smirks into her skin and nods silently. Ever since they've moved out from Kurt's apartment, they've been exploring their sexual desires as much as they can, having sex in places they'd have never thought they could have before: shower sex, balcony sex, on-the-table sex... To name a few, and if there is one thing he knows Rachel loves is dirty talk - and after the first two times he didn't succeed on it (he was so embarassed for not knowing what she wanted him to say), he managed to get the hang of it just fine.
"Yeah, you're a really good girl." His hand slides down between her legs and cups her womanhood through her panties, making her let out a breathless squeal and buck into his hands.
"O-oh, Finn..." He slides a finger into her wet folds and she leans against the counter, gripping onto it to steady herself as her knees begin to shake.
"How does that feel, Rachel?" He smirks as he finds her swollen clit and flicks it with his thumb.
"Oh, oh!" She grunts, bucking into his hands. "S'good, s' really good."
Without warning her, he turns her around, making her face him and press her ass to the counter, and begins to undo the buttons on the shirt - why did she have to wear the only plaid shirt he owns that has buttons on it, really? - but after the third button, he gets pissed off and rips the shirt of her, not caring if he has just ruined one of his favorite shirts. She squeals in protest but he doesn't even acknowledge it, leaning down to take a stiff nipple into his mouth and rolling his tongue around it. He feels her fingers thread through his hair and tug on it, which means she wants more, so, not wanting to make her wait for it any longer, he gets on his knees and throws one of her legs over his shoulder, pressing her back to the counter while she looks down at him, eyes dark as she massages his scalp.
"Trust me," He tells her. "You're gonna want to hold on to it." And then tugs her panties off her body without another word. She leans against the counter, totally relaxed, while he plants soft kisses all over her thighs and inner thighs, sucking on the soft skin of it. Finally, he spreads her wet folds open with his thick fingers and leans in, licking her slit up to her clit, making her let out a moan of satisfaction, bucking widly into his face, begging for more. He buries his face into her folds and rubs his thumb on her clit while eating her pussy like it's his last meal, making her grip onto his hair so tightly that he swears she pulls some of it off.
She finally reaches her orgasm, gushing her wetness all over his face while screaming out his name and "oh fuck!" again and again, bucking against his mouth until she begins to feel her body cooling off. He licks her clean and places wet kisses all the way up until he has reached her throat, nipping on the skin there while she shakes and shivers in his arms, burying her nose in his neck.
"Hi." He murmurs into her throat, making her giggle while she runs her hands all over his back.
"Hi, yourself." She kisses his neck. "You should really attack me like that more often."
He smirks at her words, wiggling his eyebrows at her. "Wear that shirt again and I will."
Rachel has always been one to take care of her body, since she believes that whenever your body is healthy, then so is your mind; and like the rest of her, her hair is awesome.
Like, sometimes, when they are both too lazy to go out - yeah, Rachel Berry can be lazy sometimes, who’d have known, right? - they just decide to cuddle on their couch, her head on his shoulder, his arms around her waist and her leg thrown over his, and not to sound like a pussy or anything, but cuddling is one of his favorite things to do with her - he likes the way her hair tickles his face and how he can feel her heart beating against him, it soothes him.
Also, when she laughs, her head falls back and her hair bounces with the rest of her body, her giggles are loud and pretty at the same time - just like her.
His love for her hair makes an appearence whenever they're having sex as well - sometimes, when she's on top of him, bouncing on his lap like her life depended on it, her hair slides to the back of her shoulders, exposing her naked chest to him; and sometimes, when she's with her head between his legs, her tongue running up and down his swollen length while her nails tease the skin of his stomach, he feels her hair tickling his thighs, and that always makes his hips buck - he is very ticklish - and, consequently, his member slides further into her mouth, which is always awesome - he is so lucky to have a girl who doesn't have a gag reflex.
When they were younger, they used to babysit for Rachel's neighbours, the Johnsons, and Rachel always had to wear her hair in a braid because Aimee - the youngest Johnson in the family, a one year old baby girl - loved to tug on Rachel's hair, because it was so long and smooth, and by the end of the night, when Aimee was already asleep, she'd undo her hair and let Jessie, Aimee's six year old sister, do another braid on her hair, just because she loved her hair so much.
Whenever they were rehearsing a new choreography for Glee club and it got too warm, Rachel always tied her hair in a ponytail, that would always get messy after a few minutes - and since her hair didn't hide her neck anymore, Finn could see the perfect skin of her neck, exposed to him - and sometimes, when she wore tank tops, he could see some of her back, and all the lovebites he had left there on all their previous make out sessions - he had never told her, of course, or else, she'd never tie her hair again and he couldn't have that.
But his very favorite is whenever he wakes up and she is still asleep - something that doesn't happen as often, since Rachel is a very morning person - and he just takes his time examining her - her hair thrown everywhere on the pillows and sheets, her mouth twisted into a small smile and her hands gripping tightly onto his shirt, whenever he wears a shirt, that is. Somehow, she always notices when he wakes up, because just as he is about to move, she rolls over and buries her face in his neck, her side fitting perfectly into his as she kisses his neck sleepily and tells him no, sleep.
He really loves her hair - but he loves her a lot more, too.
