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What's the Consensus

Pairing: Finnegan x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Period Sex

Summary: “Finn, seriously, now is not the time!” You hiss.

“I beg to differ sweetheart! Don’t you know that orgasms can help cramps.” He grins, tucking his head into your neck and dropping a kiss to the corner of your jaw.

Notes: This is a repost because my old blog (winterrebel04) I deleted on accident while trying to delete another account. Yes, this is the worst day of my life. Anyways, I'm tagging everyone who I tagged last time because the way that I crave validation from y'all is borderline unhealthy and they are some of the best writers on here... anyways...

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He had spotted you as soon as he turned the corner, hustling away from the rest of the team so that he could talk to you without their stupid comments in his ear.

“There she is!”

He didn’t miss the way you tensed up at the sound of his voice, hunching your shoulders inwards as if making yourself smaller would make him miss you. It didn’t, and you refused to look at him as he leaned on the shelf next to you. Eyes forward, focused on the item in front of you.

“Go away Finn!” You spat.

“C’mon sweetheart, why you gotta do me like that. First you ditched me last night, and now this. You could really hurt a man’s ego like that!”

“Mm, I think your ego could use some bruising Finnegan.” Reaching out for a bottle on the shelf, Finn moved quickly, snatching it up before you could.

“Painkillers huh, you go out and party with someone else last night doll?” He asked, angling his body more towards you as you reached to grab another bottle from the shelf, before turning on your heel and walking away.

He was quick to push himself off the wall, following you. “I’m just going to take your silence as a yes. Y’know, I looked for you last night, after the game.”

“Well, I was busy.” You spat, not slowing your stride as you turned onto another isle.

“Doing what!”

“Homework, if you must now. Sorry I wasn’t around for you to stick your dick in, but I’m sure you made a groupie very happy last night, so I’m sure it wasn’t a total bust.”

“Well, she was actually easier to get into bed then you were.” He joked, once again taking a step towards you only for you to step back from him again.

“Cool, I really don’t care though Finn.” You said it calmly, no underlying anger in your voice that surely would have been there if you were any other girl. The two of you had struck up a friends with benefits type sitch at the beginning of the year, and it was some of the best sex Finn had ever had. It didn’t hurt that you were smart as a whip, someone who could understand the rants that Finn would start, and be an active participant in them. Lately though, as baseball had started and school had gotten busier, the two of you had been more friends then benefits, and it was barely even friends as the two of you saw so little of the other.

But Finn did a double take at the statement anyways. You weren’t clingy, you didn’t care that he had been sleeping with other people. But normally, when he made jokes like that, you had some sort of snappy comeback about not being so easy, never missing a chance to make fun of him. So he took a second to really look at you. The arm not holding the basket was wrapped around your stomach, dark circles under your eyes, and your shoulders were hunched over. You didn’t look like you were hungover, you looked like you were in pain.

“Ok, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Sweetheart, there are a thousand ways in which you could have just called me a slut, manwhore, etcetera, and you didn’t. Something is clearly wrong here!”

You turned to glare at him. “Nothing is wrong, I’m fine!”

“Hah!” He shouts, that stupid smile spreading over his face. “When girls say it’s fine, that means somethings wrong. And you know, you guys really shouldn’t…”

“Oh my god Finn, fine, I’m on my period and in extreme pain. Now can you please leave me alone so I can go buy some goddamned tampons and go home!” You whisper shouted, eyes burning with anger and shiny with pain.

“Oh, well why didn’t you just say that. A period is a perfectly justifiable reason to be grumpy!” He raised his hands in the air, taking a step back as you whipped your head around.

“I am not grumpy. I am in pain, and you aren’t helping!” You hissed, stomping into the next aisle.

Finn could do nothing but follow, having missed the banter with you a little more then he cared to admit. But by the time he turned the corner, you already had what you needed, and were moving to the checkout line where all of his friends stood.

Oh, he was going to get so much shit for what he was about to do.

Their backs were to the two of you, looking at one of the trashy magazines on display, and he was quiet as he sidled up next to you, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

The cashier told you the amount owed, and Finn was right there, handing the bills over and grabbing your bags, hoping that the magazine would hold their attention for a few more seconds.

You however, weren’t on the same page, whirling around to glare at him.

“What are you doing? I’m perfectly capable of buying my own tampons!”

And he didn’t even have to look to know that every single one of the guys would have whipped their heads around to see what was going on. And the smirk painted on your face told him that you knew it too.

“Well, have fun with that Finny!”And then you were gone and the rest of them crowding around him.

“Wasn’t that?” Roper started, staring at you ask you pushed open the door.

“Yep!” Dale said, nodding at Roper. “I cannot believe you just bought her fucking tampons bro! And Finny!”

“’Scuse me more being a gentleman. And don’t even with the name thing. What did that one girl from freshman year call you? Would you like to bring that back up?” He defended himself, reaching for three of the snickers bars and handing them to the cashier as Ropers face went pale.

“Hey, at least we know she ain’t pregnant now!” Coma chuckles, Roper staring daggers at him.

“Fuck off Coma!”

“But, that’s so… gross!” Plummer shutters, ignoring the other comments about Roper.

Dale groans, smacking Plumber in the stomach. “Oh, you’ve done it now!” He had been on the receiving ends of Finns rants about periods one to many times, and knew exactly what was about to happen.

“I’ll have you know!” Finn starts, and Dale groans, wishing he would have just stayed at the house

Ten minutes later, there is a traumatized Plummer left behind as Finn makes a beeline for your place.

“I come in peace, and with offerings!” He says before you can protest, handing you the chocolate and squeezing inside your room. A movie is playing on the tv, and you had changed into shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Finn somehow managed to hold back the comment about you having clearly ditched your bra.

“Finn, I’m really tired, and I’m on my period, as we established already, not today, okay?” But he ignores you, throwing himself down onto your bed, patting the space next to him.

“Is this Diehard?” You nod, eyes narrowed at him as you slowly move over to the bed, tugging the heating pad out from under him. “You aren’t going to leave me alone, are you?” He smiles and shakes his head, once again patting the bed.

“My friend is in pain. It would be rude of me to let her suffer alone!” He protests, hand darting out to grab your wrist, pulling you down onto the bed.

He can practically see you debating on whether it’s worth it to fight to get him to leave. You glance down at the candy bars, before looking at him, then the tv and the bed again, before sighing and peeling open the candy bar.

“Fine. You can stay, but you can’t be annoying!” He just chuckles, taking the victory and not willing to risk your wrath with a response. After a few minutes, you have finished the candy bar, but have made no move to lie down.

He moves quickly so you don’t have time to dodge him, scooting forward and wrap his hands around your waist so he can pull you down onto the bed, your back to his chest. Then he grabs the heating pad, bringing it to rest against your stomach.

“Uhh…” But he hushes you.

“Just watch the movie!” He gestures towards the television, even though you can’t see him doing it.

And then its quiet for a minute, the two of you watching the movie before he speaks up. “Do they hurt?”

“I thought we were watching the movie!” You snark, shifting against him to find a more comfortable position.

He sucks in a breath when your ass brushes against his crotch, but then you’re settling again, hand gesturing to the bag on your desk. “I took some meds, they helped a little.”

“Good.” He nods as the two of you turn your attention back to the movie.

He decides its nice, being here with you. He can’t quite remember if this is what he had come over with the intention of doing, he doesn’t think that it was. But when he looks down at you, only to find you asleep against his chest, he isn’t mad as he follows you into dreamland.

The first thing he notices is that he’s warm. Not the hot kind of warm, but the I want to stay under the covers and in bed forever because I’m so damn comfy kind of warm.

The second thing he notices is that you’re grinding against him. A quick glance down confirms that your still asleep.

The third thing, he is painfully hard.

Then he hears a whimper. And being as intimately familiar with your sounds as he is, he realizes that your aren’t grinding on him, your shifting to try and find a more comfortable position, because you are in pain.

Sitting halfway up, you slide off of his chest, and he misses the warmth as he wakes you up.

“Hey sweetheart, you remember what time you took the meds?”

“Two!” You whine, shifting again and brushing up against his dick. He tries to scoot backwards to give the both of you more room, only to find the wall behind him.

“Still got a few more hours than before you can take another one.” And the whine you let out at that takes him from a semi to rock hard in seconds.

He shouldn’t be like this, not when your clearly in a lot of pain. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then it hits him.

He tightens his grip on your waist and pulls you back towards him. He knows the second that you realize, as you tense up, immediately stopping all movement.

“Finn, seriously, now is not the time!” You hiss.

“I beg to differ sweetheart! Don’t you know that orgasms can help cramps.” He grins, tucking his head into your neck and dropping a kiss to the corner of your jaw.

“Don’t you fucking tease me right now Finn!” You hiss, turning around so that you can face him. As you meet his eyes, you realize that he isn’t joking, and that his offer was serious.

“You got any towels honey, cause I’m not real keen on fucking you in the shower. Those things are gross!” He mumbles into your shoulder.

You stay silent, still not quite comprehending that he is being serious. At this, Finn pulls back, eyes meeting yours.

“But we totally don’t have to if you don’t want to. Just thought I’d offer!”

You shake your head, finally getting with the program, and push yourself out of bed. Behind you, Finns face falls as you move to the dresser before you pull out a towel, ignoring the pain that comes with standing up.

Elation fills him as you pull out a towel, only for him to pout as you begin moving towards the door.

“Don’t fucking look at me like the Finnegan!” You snark as you throw the towel at him. “I’m coming back, just gotta take my tampon out!” And then the door slams shut, leaving Finn scrambling off the bed to get it set up.

You aren’t gone for long, and when you open the door, you can’t help but laugh when you find Finn completely naked on your bed, towels spread out underneath him. The moment is killed when a cramp pulses, and you wince.

“Get over here!” He says, once again patting the bed. “Nothing a good ole Finnegasm can’t fix.”

“I know that you didn’t just say…” But he cuts you off, tugging you down onto the bed and rolling so that he’s on top, bringing his lips to yours.

He takes it slow, letting you set the pace until he feels that you’ve grown more comfortable with the idea of what the two of you are about to do.

This is new territory for Finn. He had read about it, done his research, as he always does, but had never had a chance to put the knowledge to the test. And he figures it can’t be any different from regular sex in general.

He was wrong.

You were more sensitive. Shivering as he ran his hands up and down your sides, arching into his palms when he went to cup your breasts, damn near coming out of your skin when he closed his mouth around your nipple.

When he pushed his knee in between your legs, you were immediately moving, grinding yourself onto his thigh while panting into his mouth.

But the second his hand swept lower, playing with the band of your shorts, you froze up. He looked up at you, pleased to find that he could barely see the color of your eyes, only the black of your pupil.

“What’s wrong?” His hands began sweeping motions up and down your side, only meant to comfort, but you melted back into him anyways, placing your head on his neck as you mumbled out your answer.

“What was that? Couldn’t quite hear you” He teased, gently tugging your hair to get you to look back up at him. Instead, you bit down on his neck, moaning as his fingers hair tightened in your hair. He smirked, pulling it again, your body jolting up into his and your pussy rubbing against his thigh.

But he refused to be distracted by your pretty sounds, shifting his leg and moving so that he was hovering and not touching you at all.

“What was wrong? Did I do something?” He asked, ducking his head down to meet your eyes and holding the eye contact.

“I just, you’ll get blood on your hands if you…” You trailed off, eyes darting around his face, looking anywhere but back in his eyes.

“Sweetheart, you’re on your period. I know that there’s gonna be blood.”

She scoffed. “I know there will be blood, I just kinda figured we’d, I don’t know, mess around a little bit and you’d just, stick it in.”

He laughed, “stick it in, really?” She slapped his chest, face still serious, and he sobered.

“Baby, first of all, I don’t mind the blood. I knew what I was getting into when I suggested this, but if you don’t want to do it, we can put on another movie and that’s fine. But if you still want to do this, because I genuinely think that this will help, then I need to get you ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you anymore then you are already hurting!” He said, sliding his fingers under her chin so that she was looking at him.

Her eyes were shiny with tears as she looked back at him.

“Do you understand?” She nodded, fingers coming up to trace the hand that was still on her chin.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” You shifted again, although Finn thought this time it was more from pain then from pleasure, before nodding.

“I want you to fuck me Finn. Please!” He smiled, ducking back down to kiss her. He had a million comebacks on the tip of his tounge, but bit them back. He could recognize what a momentous thing this was, how much trust you were putting in him to allow him to do this with you.

But he couldn’t resist one last joke. “Well since you asked so nicely…” And then you were dragging his mouth down to yours, fingers tangling his his hair and tongue asking for entry.

The sounds you were making under him, all soft whimpers and breathy moans as the two of you grinded together had him painfully hard and desperate to finally be inside of you again.

When he sat up, you whined, hands clawing down his back in an effort to get him back to you.

“Shh pretty girl, m’right here!” His hands undoing the button on his shorts and throwing them somewhere into the room. His shirt was long gone, having been tossed in order to give you more access to him.

Once all of his clothes were gone, he paused, looking down at you. Gently, he slid his hands around you, sitting you up and sliding your shirt up and over your head, his hands leaving goosebumps in the places that he grazed. But he paused at your shorts, meeting your eyes with a question in his own.

You were silent for a second, before taking his hands and bringing them to the band of your shorts, lifting your hips so that he could slide them off of you.

“There you are pretty girl!” He praised as he gently pushed you back down, hovering on one arm over you as the other swept down to gently cup your pussy.

“God sweetheart, so fucking wet for me!” His fingers already slick as he traced gentle circles around your clit that had you arching up off of the bed. “So fucking sensitive tonight!” He teased as you whined his name.

“Finn, come on, stop teasing me and…” And then he slid a finger in, cutting you off.

“S’not teasing. Gotta get you ready for me. Want you nice and fucked out before I slide in. I want you feeling me, and only me, ‘kay pretty girl!” He had slipped another finger in during his little speech, grinning when you nodded and started to move your hips so that you were riding his hand.

“Can I…”

“’nother one, please Finn!” You both spoke at the same time. And who was he to deny you anything. Slipping the third finger inside, his other hand coming up to rub at your clit, you shattered, clenching down on his fingers, chest arched into his own. He fucked you through it, sliding his hand out and wiping it on the towel as soon as you had calmed down a little. It was an attempt to try and save you from the embarrassment he knew you would feel when you saw the mixture of blood and cum coating his hand.

He couldn’t have cared less about it, not when it had you so pretty beneath him like this.

You were smiling as you opened your eyes, reaching to place a kiss on his lips.

“How you feeling pretty girl?”

“Real good.” And then you were reaching out to palm him before wrapping your hand completely around him. His hips jerked into your hand, and you smile turned into a smirk as you nudged his nose with yours.

“I’d feel even better if you fucked me right now. Bet you would…”

“Don’t even have to ask sweetheart!” And he was batting your hand away to replace it with his own. Rolling the condom that he had grabbed when you were in the bathroom onto himself before he was sliding into you.

And slide he did, the mixture of cum and blood gave him no resistance, bottoming out in seconds. He stilled, trying to stave off him impending orgasm, only to have you clench around him.

“Finn!”

“You, you feel really good sweetheart!” Then with one last deep breath he was moving, one hand drawing your lips back to his own as the other palmed at your breasts.

Your nails raked down his back as he hit your spot, your hips moving with his.

The two of you had always been good together, but this, this was something else.

“Finn, I’m…” You stuttered as he hit his stride, arching up into him.

“Mm, come for me!” His thumb circling around your clit.

And you did, clenching down around him as you bit down hard on his neck. He wasn’t far behind, his hips stuttering as he worked the two of you through your releases.

He collapsed down onto your chest, your hand coming up to rake through his hair.

After the two of you had caught your breath, he tilted his head, smiling up at you from his place on your chest.

“So, what’s the consensus. Do orgasms help with the cramps?”

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