Finn’s eyebrows creased, and his hands curled around the material of her shirt. “I know,” he spat back at her, sliding his tongue into her mouth to shut her up afterwards. He was an idiot for having sex out of resentment, he was an idiot for falling for someone way out of his league, and he was an idiot to think she had any kind of feeling like love towards him. Of course she had to throw it right back in his face as he was buried inside of her. He wouldn’t allow himself to enjoy what they were doing. All he wanted now was to pleasure her, to make her come undone before he did. Though he was still a guy, and what they were doing had an effect on him. It would be hard not to make any noise since the last time he had sex, it was awkward, quick, and almost kind of rushed. This was co-ordinated, a turn on, and a lot slower. But now he was determined.
He had his arms wrapped around her waist, so he carefully lowered her down on him and pulled out. The rhythm was slow until he got the pattern down pact, it was still only his second time having sex after all, then he sped up a little more. His eyes never opened once to look at her, otherwise he would cave and tell her he was sorry before running out. The darkness behind his eyelids would have to do, then he could at least imagine what he was doing wasn’t a mistake. It felt too forced and too unnatural. It broke his heart, and now he truly saw how much of an idiot he was. It was too late for that now. It actually angered him that she didn’t appreciate what he was doing for her. He was giving her one last fuck before she never saw him again, while she was handing out insults. “But at least I put other people’s feelings first.” He said through gritted teeth against her mouth.
Santana rolled her eyes and was about to retort before she suddenly felt Finn’s tongue inside her mouth again, tangling with hers. She didn’t close her eyes this time though, she studied his face as they kissed. The way his eyes screwed up and his eyebrows knitted together made it seem like he would rather be doing anything but her, and it made her wish this hadn’t happened. That he’d never been seen going into penthouse six and she’d never told him to come to hers. That was a first for her, regret was not really something she was used to feeling. This was all his fault. He just waltzed into her life, made her fall for him and then broke her heart. And it honestly made her wonder if his innocent act was just that, an act. Maybe she had completely fallen for someone who was just pretending to be someone else.
As before she was holding back moans, biting down on her bottom lip as she continued to scan his face. Feeling worse and worse about herself, and somewhat disgusted at herself for actually getting pleasure from this. A low noise, almost like a grunt, escaped her when he quickened his pace, and she was forced to run her other hand up so she was tightly gripping onto both of his shoulders. His words, however, really hit home. She pulled back, so that her lips were nowhere near his any more. She frowned at him, lessening her grip on him. “Why are you doing this, Finn? If you really think that little of my then why the hell are you still here? If you really think I don’t have feelings for you then you can just fuck off.”