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“Eyy, look who’s here!” Finn Mccool greeted you, flashing a grin when you approached him. He was hanging around in his usual spot when he was in Bizville- the gas station. You were going there for a little snack run but you abandoned your original goal to talk to Finn.
You’ve known him back in your grade school days. Most of the time you’ve been with him though, he was getting into fights or throwing parties. You guys were always on good terms though, since you aided Finn in his operations occasionally and you joined him in fights if you were in the area.
You smirked, patting his shoulder, “I can say the same for you… where’s the rest of your gang?”
Usually Finn was surrounded by a couple of his goons all the time, so seeing him alone was completely out of the ordinary.
He sighs, leaning back against the gas station window, “Got into a fight with the bastard who crashed one of the parties we threw together, remember?”
You pause for a moment, searching all of your memories of a party with the other mentally.
“Ohhh… wait- was it the asshole who got the cops called on us and stole some of my stash?” You scowl to yourself at the recollection, the weed that was reported was pretty tame compared to the other drugs in your apartment. You swear it was legal in Bizville.
“Yeah, yeah- that guy! Man, they were pretty tough, even though they called on you for the stupidest shit ever,” Mccool nods, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
“You guys ruffled him up good right? Shit, you should’ve gave me a call. Would’ve went to the desert and to your location in record speed,” You huff, crossing your arms.
Finn hesitates, looking away from you. You see a sweat bead from his forehead.
It was then that you noticed the bandages covering his hands that were hidden in his pockets and the scars on his forearms. There was also some purple and swelling on the skin near his left eye.
‘Are you blind?’ you think, annoyed, to yourself. ‘How did you miss that?‘
You were staring at him for a second in disbelief. You haven’t seen him this messed up since that one time he got in a bar fight back then.
You reach your hand out to him. “Cooly, you okay-“
He shoves your hand away, pink sprinkling on his face- presumably at the nickname you haven’t used in a while.
You snicker despite yourself at the reaction.
“I’m fine, man. It’s just that the gang is getting patched up right now and they got it worst,” he grumbles, shifting away from you.
You feel bad, you should’ve been able to help fight. You reach your hand out and pull Finn into a side hug.
He stiffens, gaze darting back and forth from the ground to you.
After a moment, the blond lets go and he almost melts into your touch. He leans into your shoulder and after a second, his arm reaches around to wrap around your side.
You and him stay like this, and you fluster. You’ve known Finn for a while, but you’ve never comforted him like this when you were sober. Usually the deep, personal stuff happened when you were smoking something or drinking during late nights.
But now, you’re hugging one of your homies right in the open and that thought makes you feel kinda weird.
“Er, you wanna go somewhere? Like a party or something?” you murmur to Finn near his ear.
He perks up like a dog that just heard the word ‘walk’.
“Ya know any going on today?!”
“Eh, there’s gonna be one at Telemon’s manor but that place is kinda too fancy for me.” You think for a second, “I can throw one actually, it’s a little out of the blue but we can still get a decent amount of people to come.”
“Yooo, the parties you throw are the best anyways! I swear you always find fire music to bother your neighbors with,” he smirks, nudging your shoulder.
You happily take the compliment. “Mhm. My music taste is so peak.”
You pull out your phone and start texting your contacts about the party.
“Bro, text your friends too, it’s gonna be at like… ten- you already know my address so text that too.”
Finn laughs, fingers tapping on his phone, “Y’know I’m too lazy for that shit. I’m just gonna post about it on my story and tag everyone- including you.”
You roll your eyes, “Yeah whatever, just help me set up at my apartment.”
“‘Was already gonna do that, Man.”
It’s pretty easy to set up a party for people like you who just wanna get wasted and possibly hook up. You and Finn go through the practiced motions of slightly tidying up your place, bringing out the alcohol & snacks, setting up the sound system to blast music, set the mood with dimming the lights, and last but most importantly- lock the door to your room. You grimace at the thought of people causing a… mess on your bed. It’s happened before, and you’re practically traumatized from those events.
‘If anyone wants to do that, they can do it on the balcony or in the bathroom,’ you think to yourself.
You also don’t want anyone finding the shit under your bed and putting you on probation again.
An elbow pokes you out of your thoughts.
“C’mon, ya wanna wait for people by the door with me?” Finn hands you a plastic cup of some beer.
You take the cup, taking a sip and letting the sting of alcohol sit on your tongue. “Yeah, sure.”
People slowly pour in with plus ones. You know most of them from college and high school but some other people… you’ve never seen before, but Finn still welcomes them with open arms and bottle of booze as if you’ve got an infinite supply. They probably came from his social media casually just dropping your address and a time like it’s nothing.
You’re kinda pissed at Finn as he greets yet another person. Around twenty minutes have passed, and your apartment is flooded with people by now. You suspect that you’ll have to pull out more tequila and beer than you expected.
“So… what’s someone like you doing here? Anyone you’re looking for, or are you just looking for a fun night out?” Finn winks at a girl as she comes in.
…Whatever, you peel yourself away from Finn as he’s chatting up that chick at the door. You crank up the volume of the music in the living room, drowning out whatever jealousy you had and start chugging your drink.
A few cups in and you feel yourself already loosen up. You saunter around the room, making small talk with whomever, laughing at stupid jokes and making stupid jokes. You remember why you like partying so much again. What you did for most of the night is a bit blurry- but you think it involved a dance circle, kissing a couple strangers, a lot of cheering, doing beer pong (with you obviously winning), and some shitty karaoke. Yeah that sounds like that would happen.
You’re making out with someone on the corner of your couch- sinking into the cushions as you cage the person underneath with your body further. You don’t even know their name, but they’re warm, compliant- and that’s all that really matters to you.
And in the middle of grinding onto their body and slipping your tongue deeper in the stranger’s mouth- suddenly, your brain is actually processing stuff again. You experience a moment of sober clarity.
The music bleeding into your ears isn’t even on your specially curated playlist- instead playing random music on the queue. It seems like everyone is too buzzed out of their minds to compliment or even care about the music anymore anyways.
You open your eyes to look down at the stranger you’re kissing and find them to be one of your exes. The relationship ended pretty badly, with her being toxic and manipulative. Disgust fills your thoughts, and you almost wanna puke in her mouth for a split second.
Of course, you don’t. You swallow the tiny bit of bile you taste in your mouth and take it. You have the courtesy to do so. What you don’t have the decorum to do, is reject her advances politely. You decide to pull back, shove her into the couch and stand up. She’s surprised, eyes widening and looking like she got splashed in the face with water. Her mouth moves, but you tell her that she’s a bitch and to fuck off before she could get a word in. You glare at her before snatching your half-empty drink from the coffee table behind you before storming off.
You wash away the acidic taste in your mouth with sips of alcohol, almost swishing the liquid in your mouth mindlessly as you walk away. Quite frankly, you’re pissed. Some of the frustration is directed at your exe, sure. Most of it is directed at Finn, as he probably is the whole reason she found out about the party, with him practically announcing to the whole block you’re hosting it. You knew you shouldn’t have let him post that, especially with his large following and him not having any of your exes and enemies blocked. It slipped your mind, and now you’re pissed at yourself too. You just know your place is getting trashed in the morning. It’s inevitable with this many people here.
Now all you can think of is the dreaded aftermath and you loathe it. SFOTH swords, you hate having sober thoughts when you’re drunk.
You itch for a hit of your blunt or maybe even a snort of some of the drugs you have left. There’s only a few or so grams remaining, but you could stretch it out.
You head straight to your room to go ransack your stash. You turn the doorknob before your brain even wonders why it isn’t locked.
The door is swung open to the scene of a pants-less man and a nude woman in your bed… you don’t need to think twice to know what they’re doing.
…and the man is none other than fucking Finn Mccool.
Your mouth is agape. There is an indent in the floor from your unhinged jaw. There is twenty whole seconds of you just standing in the doorway, speechless and they don’t even notice. Squelching and moans fill the room, and for the second time tonight you feel like throwing up. You recognize the woman to be the girl Finn was buttering up at the door earlier at the start of the party.
After those twenty seconds, you manage to collect your thoughts.
“Get. The. Fuck. OUT,” you yell. “GET SOME CLOTHES ON, YOU FLITHY FREAKS.”
The animals in your bed are startled out of their sex-drunk stupor. They’re mortified, and Finn pulls out of the girl. Both of them are bright red and silent as they get dressed. You watch them with disdain as the rustling of clothes becomes the only sound in the previously loud room.
Finn is the first to make his way to the door when he’s done looking decent, but you stop him from exiting.
“I wasn’t talking to you, Finn- stay,” you scowl. You glance towards the girl when she’s clothed, “You can go.”
She shuffles out of the room in a hurry.
You shut the door behind her with a slam, making sure to lock the door from the inside, and turn around to look at Finn, who’s right behind you.
He has his usual smug smirk on, but you spot the twitch in his eyebrows and a bead of sweat dribble down his neck. You know he knows he isn’t convincing you of his confidence and that somehow makes you more mad.
“Finn, WHAT THE FUCK. YOU DIRTY PERVERT,” you advance towards him slowly while talking, and he steps back in response, “YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE AND PIMP.”
You continue, anger boiling over, “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS SHIT IN MY BED!? DO YOU GET OFF TO THIS…? Matter of fact, how did you even get your ass in here?”
You pause for a moment, rummaging around your pockets to find nothing but wad up tissues.
You look up at him, “…did you pickpocket me?”
Finn looks away, whistling. “I think it fell out of your pocket or something. I dunno, it wasn’t my fault.”
Absolute bullshit.
You step closer to him, voice lowering, “whose bright idea was it to fuck a random girl in your friend’s bed who would punch your lights out for this right now?”
Finn says nothing.
You say nothing, until Finn steps back and falls onto your bed. It’s a free-for-all for you now. You climb on top of him, socking him in the jaw. He thrashes, grasping and clawing at you while you swing at him. You throw punches at him wildly- blows focused on his face but some land on his chest.
Even more bruises bloom from your hits than the ones Finn got earlier from that gang fight. There’s blood on your knuckles and the tips of your fingers, but you can’t find it inside yourself to care.
You don’t know how much time has passed, but you finally pause to look down at your work and see the results of your beating. Finn’s glasses are askew, yet still covering his eyes. His nose is bleeding and the bruises on his face are turning all sorts of colors. His mouth is agape, a thin line of blood dribbling out.
You heave, staring at Finn, who stares back.
“Keep punching me.”
He manages to smirk at your gaze. And that made you want to wipe it off all the more.
“Are you a FUCKING masochist?” You yell, teeth gritting as you lean closer to Finn, hand yanking on his shirt collar.
He moves his hands above him on the bed, as if to raise his hands in surrender.
“Maybe. Are you a sadist?”
You don’t answer. You’re nose-to-nose with Finn, and you shift on top of him- to feel his half-hard dick in his pants.
“…so you’re a masochist AND a faggot, huh?” you growl.
That gets his facade to peel away a little, as he’s speechless for a moment, flushing. Finn sputters, probably to say something about how you’re the fag instead because you’re on top of him.
You wouldn’t know, though.
You kiss him before he could say anything coherent, and you hear a pathetic whimper pried from him. Teeth scraping, chapped lips sucking aggressively- the kiss is anything but gentle.
Finn just tastes like straight up booze, but you also taste notes of fruity sweetness. Your mind flashes back to the girl he was fucking. The taste was probably from her. Somehow, that makes you kiss him harder.
You thrust into Finn’s crotch, which results in a moan from him, and you take that opportunity to shove your tongue in his mouth.
You fight in his mouth, clawing at each other animalistically in the process. ‘It’s kinda like playing thumb war‘, you think, half out of it, ‘Except it’s with tongues.’ You feel around his teeth and his gums, mapping it all out. The kiss makes you all lightheaded, it’s like you’re high. The warmth of Finn’s mouth is just so inviting, it almost makes you forget why you were mad at him.
‘If kisses like this with Finn are this good, I would go sober,’ you think drunkenly.
Eventually, you have to pull away for air. You sit up on top of him, observing his face without his sunglasses. A long rope of saliva connects you two, and Finn is out of it. His pupils are blown wide, his cheeks red- the color showing through the bruises, and his mouth is slightly parted. He stares at you without the shades, which are now discarded somewhere else on the bed alongside his cap. You very rarely get to see his amethyst eyes, that sparkle even in the darkness of your room. Finn’s blond hair cascades around his head on the bed sheets, framing his beat-up face. He looks like an angel in the slit of moonlight that graces on his figure from your window next to the nightstand. He looks like a saint that was unjustly hurt in this moment… even though you know he’s exactly the opposite.
His eyebrows furrow, “Look, I’m not fucking gay, dude.” He looks away.
You bristle a little at that. “Me neither.”
…we can both agree that we’re not gay, right Finn?”
“Yeah. We’re not fags,” he spits out almost immediately.
“Okay. So this isn’t gay,” you conclude- though it’s more you’re trying to reason with yourself. It isn’t gay if you’d rather be fucking a girl. It isn’t gay if you’d rather be groping boobs than pecs.
It is gay if you get a sick enjoyment from feeling how hard Finn is under his pants. It is gay to get harder at the thought of him desperately stroking his pathetic dick to you.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’d rather not be thinking about this.
You yank on his hair towards you, hard- earning a yelp from Finn.
“Shit!” He exhales with a hiss, before being dragged into another smothering kiss.
It’s harder, more primal. The heat in his mouth has seemed to have raised exponentially since you kissed him a moment ago. It’s addictive, even with the fleeting canines that lightly pierce flesh and gums. Who’s the one biting and who is the one bleeding? You don’t know. The sensations just blend into pleasure, making all the pain negligible.
Your hand roams around Finn, fingers grazing sharply on triceps and biceps while making out. Your palm glides down his torso, steadily traveling to the hem of his shirt. The other grips on his hair, slipping through light locks and roughly brushing through knots.
Eventually, you slip under his purple tee without much resistance. You trace his hard abs, earning a hitch in Finn’s breath as he almost retreats from the kiss. Spurred on by the reaction, you press on his muscles and go on to outline the inside of his belly button. The sound of a stifled whine is made in your mouth, before he breaks away.
“The hell are you doing down there?” Finn groans, breathless.
You smirk up at him, enjoying the view of his blush from below. “I dunno, man” you repeat, feigning ignorance.
You watch him, as you feel his body under his shirt- your hand that was on his hair joining the other on his bare abdomen. You advance your hands upwards, digging your fingertips in the bones of his ribcage that jut out of Finn’s body.
“Mm-“ he hums, cutting himself off.
You couldn’t help but exhale a laugh in amusement. You feel around his sides, massaging it mindlessly.
“Off,” you demand, while your hands are moving on auto pilot.
Finn pauses. “Huh?”
You glance up at him like he’s dense. You take the fabric between your teeth and tug on it with your mouth for emphasis.
“O-oh. Yeah- yeah,” He stutters, flushing. If you weren’t focused on other parts of his body, you would spot his red ears even in the dark.
You let go of the shirt and let Finn shrug the tee off on the bed. You watch with your hands still moving on his stomach. It’s hypnotizing, seeing his muscles flex and contract, shoulder blades moving, collar bones rotating up and then down, stomach folding in slightly, arms stretching out, back curving upwards.
He finally gets the shirt off and discards it somewhere off the bed. Finn throws it as if he’s just rolled up a paper into a sphere and has attempted to land it in the trashcan. It’s a bit comedic.
Though, a burning ball of jealousy starts to ignite as you stare at the expanse of the blond’s bare upper body. His muscles are just too toned- too perfect. If you didn’t know him any better, you might've deluded yourself into saying that Finn just used steroids for his gains. But you’ve gone to the gym with him on numerous occasions. You’ve gone to pool parties and locker rooms seeing his stupidly athletic body with him since high school.
Everything just makes you hate him even more, especially remembering that girl that was in your bed and-
You crawl further on top of him and open your mouth, meaning to bite his trapezius, but–
“Fuck-!” you exclaim.
His hand pushes you away, right on your forehead.
“The fuck was that for, asshole?” You bite back, eye twitching.
He glances away, biting his lip in silence.
“You also gotta take off your shirt,” Finn slurs slowly, it’s almost endearing how hesitantly he said it.
You roll your eyes. “C’mon…like you have anything to be insecure about, you lucky little bas-”
You’re cut off with a yank on your collar towards his face and a kiss that swallows the rest of your words. His teeth bite at your lips for a moment before pulling away,
“Take. It. Off,” he punctuates each word with another wrench on your shirt.
You’re slightly pissed that he’s used your own move back on you with that kiss, but you have no choice but to comply. You sit up on top of Finn and then take your shirt off, discarding it beside you on the bed.
“There. Happy now?” you ask, half rhetorical as you lean in front of Finn’s face.
“...have you still been working out even without me?” He asks back, managing to muster a grin, and avoiding the question as he runs a finger down your torso.
“Er, yeah? Why would I stop?” you say rather awkwardly, heat rising to your face.
“I mean, it shows.”
You fluster, glancing away. Fuck. All of this is just solidifying it further that you’re actually doing this with Finn, a guy. Admins, this is so gay.
‘Hate these sober thoughts when I’m s’posed to be blackout drunk,’ you think to yourself, annoyed.
You decide to silence everything in your head with a chaste peck on Finn’s lips before shoving your index and middle finger in his parted mouth. He gags around your fingers and you poke around his mouth. You focus on the warm wetness of his tongue and the inside of the gums on his lower teeth. You let him adjust to your fingers, enjoying the sounds he makes, and you decide to take this chance to finally get to bite his trapezius. He makes a strained ‘ack-’ when you do so, which blends into a whine as you gnaw on the bite mark, then lick the blood. It’s the closest he’ll get as an apology when that lasts a week as a nasty bruise. You pepper kisses and bites in the general area of where Finn’s neck is. You take another notable bite on the upper part of his neck. It’s just for the hell of it, to make sure he can’t hide it- to embarrass him. You ignore that this action implicates you in this fagotty shit.
You add your ring finger to the mix, marking 3 digits in his mouth. And you let Finn adjust again, before finger fucking his mouth. The gasps and struggle that come from his mouth is satisfying. It tempts you to a fantasy of choking Finn. It remains a fantasy- perhaps for another time, as you pull out of his mouth when you’ve decided enough time has passed.
“So good for me,” you murmur in his ear, responding to you with a hoarse moan now that Finn’s throat is finally free. The bed dips as you get off the bed and stand up in between his legs that hang off.
Your other hand snakes downwards to the belt loops of his pants and hastily unbutton it- tearing open the zipper.
“Hey! At least-” Finn starts, but quickly dissolves into a groan as you pull his pants down and palm his hard dick through his boxers.
You snicker, before hoisting up both of his legs onto your shoulders and slipping your other hand, slick with his spit into his hole. For now, you only do the index finger and allow him the privilege to adjust. For now, you just admire the view of a disheveled Finn. For now, he also does the same for you- looking up at you with drunken eyes.
“Feels uh, ah, weird as hell,” he murmurs as you insert the second finger.
“You know what those girls feel like now,” you comment off-handly. You let the digits ruminate for a bit, humming as you gently drag the fingers in and out of him.
Suddenly- just for the fun of it- you scissor him open, wide.
“Gh! Mmm…” Finn exhales with a whine, humming in pain and pleasure. “Hah, gimme a warning first ah-,” he catches on his words, as your fingers make those teasing arcs of motion on each syllable Finn speaks.
“What if I didn’t?” you ask with a particularly sharp thrust that earns a choked out moan.
“I’d- I’m going to k-kill…” He attempts to stutter out a remark, but you continue to abuse his hole by setting a torturous pace with your digits, “fuck!”
Cut-off sounds spill out of Finn uncontrollably as you finger him, prying him open. You watch every move in his face.You take so much pleasure in just watching him like this. It might even be better than jerking off high as fuck. You just can’t take your eyes off him. It’s like, if you look away, you’ll find out this is some dream. A sick, and twisted dream if it is, even for your alcohol-addled brain. The worst and yet the best wet dream you will ever have. It’s wrong. Why would you want this to be reality? You can’t be thinking about one of your best friends like this. You can’t be doing this to one of your friends.
You think all of this, and press the third finger in him without hesitation.
Your mind and body are separate at this moment, but ultimately have the same desires.
“Ah- ah, ah, uh, hmm...” his mouth parts slightly for every noise he makes, at every jerk you make inside him.
If you were in a more sober state of mind, you would wonder if you’re hurting him. But you find yourself in reckless abandon as the pathetic man underneath you falls apart.
He pickpocketed you for keys to fuck a girl in your bed in your room. That’s pretty messed up, right? So this is tame compared to the karma he actually deserves. He deserves everything and nothing.
Finn reaches downwards towards his groin in an almost desperate, twitching motion for his leaking dick in the midst of you fingering him. It’s shameless, how he thinks you wouldn’t notice. You get a hard nipple in between the fingers of your free hand and pinch.
“Shit!” he exclaims, his body jumping and hand freezing above his dick.
“Be patient,” you reprimand, by also ceasing movement in Finn’s hole, “you’ll get to cum soon.”
He bites his lip, eyebrows furrowed as if he was going to talk back. He glances up at you, before slowly putting his hand down.
“Good boy,” you praise, before continuing to move your fingers in him- in which the blonde responds positively with a thankful moan that has no business being that hot. He’s like those guys in cringy pornos you’ve watched of dominant girls cockblocking men or doing whatever to degrade them. You briefly wonder what Finn would look and sound like when you say that to him as you’re destroying him inside out.
‘Well, no use fantasizing if it’s going to happen soon,’ you remark to yourself, as you pull your digits out of Finn’s ass with a whine from him. You adjust the legs on your shoulders further, hoisting him up more for a better angle. You pull down your pants and reach in your boxers slowly and deliberately- Finn watches in a hypnotized haze.
“Huh,” he breathes out, eyes widening, upon seeing your dick. You choose to interpret it as a sound of being impressed. As far as you can tell, your’s is longer than Finn’s as you slowly line it up near his hole.
You bend down towards his face. “Beg for it,” you murmur, smirking right to his ear.
“Oh come on!” Finn groans, hips shifting towards you. “Just, ah, put it in already.”
You stare at him, holding your dick in your hands and tracing his rim, it doesn’t enter.
There’s a pause of heated silence.
“I’m waiting,” you grin at him, cocking an eyebrow,
“...man, fuck off,” he bites back. He gives you a weak middle finger.
“I’m doing that to you right now.”
“Shut up.”
“Well, at this rate, I might not get to it, actually.”
“Just stop.”
“If you insist,” you say, your smile slightly more upturned on one side. You let go of your penis to grab onto his legs to get them off your shoulders. Your hands are clasped around both his ankles, legs half-lowered before Finn opens his mouth.
“Please,” he says just above a whisper, a tinge of desperation bleeding into his voice.
“What? I couldn’t hear you,” you tease with a wider grin, raising your eyebrows.
He sighs with a twitch in his eye, exasperated.
“...please. Please, please, please, please, please. I want this so bad,” Finn begs, the last sentence turning into a desperate whine.
Shit. You just felt your dick leak more. You hook his legs back around your shoulders and bring your penis towards his hole, rubbing against him enticingly.
“Tell me you want it inside you,” you demand with a wanting rasp in your voice.
You didn’t even know his face could get even more redder, but the blond blushes more.
“...I want it. I want it inside me,” He moans, hips twitching. Finn babbles on, “I want you to pound me senseless. I wanna feel every big inch and vein. I want it all inside me. I wanna feel your hard, thick, cock inside me, Da-!”
His words dissolve into a choked out whimper as you breach his entrance before Finn can finish with his babbling. If he finished talking, especially with calling you “Daddy”- you probably would’ve cummed. You swear you don’t usually have that kink, but if it’s him saying it- then it’s different. Where did he learn to sound so pathetically hot? He sounded like such a whore. You figure he probably learned it from all those girls.
Despite that, you store his words of begging in your repertoire of mental jerk-off material.
You both moan in unison as your dick slowly slides in. The long awaited warmth and friction that wraps around you so slowly is mind-boggling. Finn’s like a vice that won’t let go.
“You’re e-even more tighter than all those girls who said they were virgins, Finn,” you groan, glancing at his face before looking back down to see the view of your dick enter slowly but surely.
“You feel so good.”
“Ah, I can t-take more. I’ll be good. Just gimme me it-” he begs, sounding half-insane and high.
You oblige, and when you bottom out, hip-to-ass, Finn whines. Your hands land on his sides, and you knead the flesh there mindlessly as you both adjust.
“Admins, I feel so full,” he moans, strained. He covers his face with both of his arms with the remaining bit of shame he has left.
You would make a sly remark at that lewd line, drive that stupid sentence into your mind until you bleed- but you’re trying your best to not let loose and just fuck like there’s no tomorrow.
Your hips twitch, your legs shake ever-so-slightly, but you stay still because you’re just so generous.
Your nails dig into Finn as all that fills the room is the sound of stillness covered by heavy panting.
“You’re so hot like this,” you murmur, breaking the silence after a few moments pass. He makes an endearing noise at the comment. You spot him biting his lip underneath his arms that obscure his full expression.
“Please just fuck me already,” he groans, words bordering between desperate and annoyed.
“Just because you asked me so nicely,” you smirk, before you begin to thrust inside of Finn shallowly, and slowly- allowing him to adjust more. It’s slow but the inside of him is so smooth and hot it makes up for the slow stimulation.
He clenches around you and tries to move his hips up for a better angle as he whines for more. “You’re such a cockblocker. Move faster.”
You increase your speed a tiny bit, just to tease Finn, even though it takes all your self-control. You smile when you can see his mouth pout in dissatisfaction.
He unexpectedly opens his mouth and begs nonsensically again, “just rail me already. I can take it. Don’t go slow, I want you to destroy me, I want you to let go. I wanna feel like I’m being’ split in half. I’m stronger than you so it doesn’t matter. Just go hard and fast, please. Please, please, pleaseee.”
Your body and penis twitches. “Are you sure?” you manage to breathe out.
“Fuck yes.”
“Don’t cover your face then,” you state, watching Finn as he hesitates.
He slowly takes his hands off, and holds the bed sheets in between his fingers as replacement. FInn’s face is flushed and pretty. A thin line of drool dibbles out of his lips and his eyes are half-lidded and dilated. You make sure to keep your eyes locked on his.
“So good for me,” you groan. It’s the only thing you say before you pull out your dick all out except for the tip that remains inside. Then you suddenly ram back into him, earning a loud moan from him as you repeat the process tortuously.
“Admins!”
You abandon all logic as you pound him animalistically. He’s velvety and the smoldering heat that comes from him is so addictive- you can’t just get enough.
“Ngh-! Ah, shittt… uh, feels s-so, good,” he rambles with a whimper in between the brutal thrusts. You never would’ve expected Finn to be so vocal in bed, but he continues to whine words and sounds as if his life depended on it.
Not only that, but seeing the surprised expression from him dissolving into his mouth being agape and his eyes being unfocused and fucked out- yeah, you’re not lasting long. The sound of slapping skin and flesh hitting each other with a bang every time you both come into contact becomes background noise as you catch Finn staring, captured at where your dick slides in and out of him, being so fast it's a blur.
“Y-ou’re taking it so well. You’re, hngh, such a good boy,” you praise, growling at the end of the sentence.
He moans loudly at the praise. Finn tries to form words but ends up as stuttered, intelligible syllables.
You would ruminate on how faggoty and cringy you sound, but you can’t. Not when he’s squeezing you so well and not when he’s making all that noise. If you were able to, you would bend down and capture Finn’s lips to swallow all the sounds he’s made. Bottle it all up inside you for only your’s to keep. But you can’t, not when you don’t have the self restraint to cease your movement and do it. Because all that will stop you from moving inside of him is if someone kills you right now or when you cum.
“I, I won’t last longer n-now,” you grit out with a moan as you hammer in him, your rhythm becoming frantic and faster.
“Me, fuck, t-too,” he whimpers. Finn manages to unhook his legs from your shoulders, trembling, as he shakes from every thrust, and wraps his legs around your waist, and presses you closer.
You do your best to keep moving, but you feel your dick twitching and the pressure building up in your gut.
“Shit, shit, shit, sorry- I’m gonna, m’ gonna,” Finn slurs, he doesn’t finish his thoughts coherently, but you know what he’s saying.
“Just, just let go. You b-been good,” You attempt to reassure, but your words end in a pathetic whimper. Despite it all, you punctuate your sentence with a few strong, deep thrusts that you
know hit his sweet spot because his moans are so loud, you swear he’ll wake the neighbor..
And Finn’s pushed over the edge. He clenches around you, tighter than he was when you didn’t spread him open. His legs grasp around you even more suffocating and his toes are curled as he cums with a shout. His dick sprays shots of milky white all over yours and his stomach. It keeps coming, neverending.
“Finnnn,” you groan.
And you give a few final jerks inside him that become increasingly weaker before you cum.
He’s still clenching around you and sprays of his semen are surprisingly still spurting out when you do, and you feel your cum flooding his hole as the wetness drenches your penis. When he finally stops cumming, so do you. You pull out slowly because Finn’s walls are gripping you tightly, milking out all he can get from you.
When cool air meets your softening dick, you spot your cum leaking out of Finn, and you collapse on top of him.
“Fuck, I already feel so sore,” he murmurs with a whine.
“Hnghh…” You respond with a tired nod and a sigh.
Stickiness coats all the lower half of both your torsos, and you’ve probably stained all your sheets and boxer, and you’re gonna probably catch something- but you don’t care right now. You shove those worries and all of your conflicting thoughts about Finn and being gay to the back of your mind. It’s a problem for tomorrow, sober you. Tonight is drunk, boozed up you.
Because, Admins,
‘I hate having these sober thoughts when I’m s’posed to be blackout drunk’.
You conk out with your limbs entangled with Finn’s.