fic: Undisclosed Desires
Title: Undisclosed Desires
Author: fading-lines.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn/Santana, est. Rachel/Quinn.
Summary: Rachel wanted to be dominated, Quinn wanted to watch. From this prompt at the glee_kink_meme. 'Est. Rachel/Quinn: Santana fucks Rachel from behind with a strap-on while Quinn watches.'
A/N: So yeah. I felt like writing smut so here it is. Quinntanaberry...or PezFaberry...or Faberrez...I don't know, enjoy! Also, the title is from Muse's 'Undisclosed Desires' for no other reason than I was listening to it while writing.
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“How do you want me?”
Quinn quirked an eyebrow and smirked.
“Bend over the table. Now.”
Rachel, who didn’t need any further instruction; sauntered over to the dining table and bent over slowly, opting to give her girlfriend a bit of a show. When Quinn suggested they try something different, Rachel wholeheartedly agreed and asked what was in store, her girlfriend responded with a smirk and a “you’ll see.”
So far there had been nothing new.
Quinn had been dominating Rachel (as always), she had ripped all of the brunette’s clothes off with a grunt and an “It was ugly anyways” (as always) and she had teased Rachel endlessly before taking out the shiny black strap-on (that was a fairly new instalment to their lovemaking but with the amount of hormones running through Quinn all the time, it had become pretty recurring).
“Well...what are you waiting for?” Rachel asked; her palms flat on the table. She didn’t dare to turn around because Quinn hadn’t allowed her to and if she disobeyed Quinn then she would be punished...Not that Rachel didn’t like being punished.
Soon, the brunette felt warm hands on her shoulders, running over the bare skin and massaging slightly before nails dug into her skin and skimmed down to her lower back. Rachel groaned, she couldn’t stand the teasing anymore; the glee diva pushed back slightly, trying to give Quinn a signal to go on.
When she felt the tip of the strap on push against her clit slightly, she let out a loud, guttural moan. Slowly, the head started moving up and down her slit earning more moans and whimpers from Rachel in addition to the wetness seeping down her thighs.
“Quinnnnnn.....” Rachel whined. She felt like she could die if the teasing went on and pleasing didn’t kick in soon.
Quinn chuckled.
“What do you want, baby? Just tell me what you want and you can have it.”
Rachel whimpered. She knew Quinn got off on talking dirty so she said the words that she knew would drive Quinn insane.
“Fuck me, Quinn. God, I want you to fuck me so hard. I want you deep inside me.”
Quinn bit her lip to suppress a whimper. She hastily tried to regain her composure before saying.
“Turn around, Rachel.”
The brunette did as she was told, turning her head around. The sight before her was probably the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her life.
Santana Lopez was standing behind her, wearing nothing but the strap on which was poised at her entrance. Her brown hair -usually tied up in the neat Cheerios ponytail- was cascading down to her chest, over her hard nipples and tanned skin. Behind Santana, Quinn was sitting in a cleverly placed armchair, completely naked, watching the display in front of her with her hand in between her legs.
Rachel didn’t care about asking how Santana got in or when Quinn arranged this or how Santana agreed to it. All she cared about was being fucked by Santana Lopez whilst Quinn Fabray watched.
“Baby...”Quinn said, getting up from her very comfortable position and walking over next to Santana, “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
The blonde caressed her girlfriend’s cheek in a display of compassion that Rachel only barely got to witness during their lovemaking.
Santana scoffed, “Yeah, right. Berry, if you say ‘no’, I will personally shove this dick somewhere less pleasant then where I intended.”
Rachel couldn’t see the display going on behind her due to the fact that Santana had a firm hand on her shoulder that was keeping her pinned to the table, but she could feel Quinn’s scowl fighting Santana’s. Imagining the two naked Cheerios behind her, Rachel let out a whimper as her legs turned to jelly.
“Santana, you may not be pinned to the table right now but keep in mind that Rachel is not the only one under my command tonight. Do you understand?”
Quinn sent a glare.
Santana received it.
“Yes, Quinn.”
The Quinn that was threatening Santana only a few seconds ago disappeared to be replaced by a nicer, gentler Quinn. “Rachel, baby. Do you want this to go on?”
This time there was no noise from Santana, just nervous anticipation from both Cheerios until Rachel nodded and let out a small ‘yes please’.
Santana smirked as Quinn leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Rachel’s cheek before resigning back to her armchair. Rachel moaned again as she felt the tip of the cock pushing against her folds, she felt like she could kill the person who thought up ‘It’s all about the teasing’.
“Quinn...Santana...whoever. Please fuck me, already.”
Santana felt her knees weaken at that. She wouldn’t admit it but she did secretly think about fucking Berry. Hell; if the diva kept her mouth shut long enough, she would be pretty damn hot. She turned her neck to see the blonde sitting back in the chair. Santana raised an eyebrow, her way of asking to begin, Quinn nodded.
With that, the Latina thrust the entire cock into Rachel, her thighs slapping Rachel’s ass causing Rachel to let out a high pitched shriek. Santana groaned, Quinn moaned and Rachel screamed. Santana began rocking the strap on back and forth inside Rachel, who could only try not to come right away.
“Fuck her, S.” Quinn rasped out before shoving two fingers inside herself and moaning. Rachel only wished that she could turn around and see her girlfriend pleasuring herself before Santana pulled out and roughly pushed back in.
The rhythm was hard and fast, just like Santana had wanted. Fuck that ‘making love’ shit, she wanted to fuck Rachel senseless and hearing the choked moans coming from the girl in front of her, she was doing a damn good job.
Quinn was in heaven. She contemplated taking a photo of the sight in front of her because, fuck, she had never seen anything so damn hot in her life. Santana was pushing in and pulling out in an insane rate that caused her entire body to glow from the sheen of sweat coating it. Whilst Rachel was letting out the most obscene, delicious noises that Quinn had ever heard in her entire life.
The fact that Rachel never let out sounds like that when they had sex sent a tinge of jealousy through Quinn. Sure, Santana was rougher than she was and fine, Quinn didn’t have the endurance to keep up at the pace that Santana had set anymore; but Santana didn’t have a friggin beach ball protruding from her belly.
“Stop.”
Quinn commanded, although she herself kind of wanted them to continue.
Santana stopped mid thrust, the cock only half in Rachel who could only let out a frustrated groan and try to push back into Santana; however the hand on her shoulders, firmly keeping her pinned to the table caused her to stay immobile much to the tiny brunettes’ frustration.
“S. Tell Rachel what you told me last week.”
Santana was panting, sweat dripping down her chest as she pulled out of Rachel, much to the chagrin of the glee diva.
“I said that I...”
Rachel couldn’t catch the end of the sentence although it seemed like Santana just mumbled off without an answer.
“Louder, S. Or I’ll send you home right now.”
Both Santana and Rachel let out a whimper at the idea of being left this close from the edge.
“I said...that I secretly think that the only reason I pick on you so much is cos you’re fucking hot when you’re angry, Berry. Happy, Quinn? Can I continue now?”
Quinn smirked, a tiny part of her jealously of Santana faded with the Latina’s plea.
“Slowly” Quinn emphasized.
Rachel let out a sigh of relief before it was cut off but a groan as the dildo slowly reinterred her.
“Now, tell Rachel the rest of what you said.”
Santana slowly canted her hips back as she eyed the luscious head of hair in front of her.
“I said...that I walked in on you going on down Quinn in the choir room and I was horny as fuck, Rachel. I wanted a piece.”
Rachel moaned, remembering that day when Quinn couldn’t even go two steps without being aroused by something and dragging Rachel to the nearest empty room.
Quinn slowed down the speed of her fingers as Santana slowed down her thrusts, hearing Rachel’s moans of pleasure intermixed with frustration as well as Santana’s incoherent mumblings of ‘so tight, so hot, so...fuck’
Deciding to take some semblance of charge, Santana leaned over Rachel, holding her mouth just above the diva’s ear. Rachel groaned at the gradual stopping of movement but ceased to make any more sound when she felt the Latina’s breasts pressed up against her back.
“Fuck...Berry. You’re so fucking hot like this. Seriously, if I knew that bending you over the table and fucking you senseless would cause you to shut up, I’d have fucked you so long ago.”
The Latina’s hot breath hit Rachel’s ear intermixed with her slow deep breaths and panting. Santana sealed her sentence with a small bite to Rachel’s earlobe that made the small brunette shudder and moan.
Quinn watched as her best friend whispered the dirtiest things she knew into her girlfriends’ ear. Rachel was quite visibly shaking, so close to the edge but just needing that one last push and Santana was panting and groaning with each movement Rachel made showing that it was quite obvious that this was taking quite a toll on her.
“Rachel, baby. Are you close?”
Quinn asked, her fingers still moving at a glacial pace.
“S-so close, Quinn,” Rachel moaned before adding, “please.”
“Please what, baby?” Quinn answered, feigning innocence.
“Please make me come...” Rachel’s voice was small and shaky as Quinn smirked and responded.
“Well baby. I’m not the one fucking you now, am I? Ask S.”
“Santana...please.”
The Latina smirked and turned to Quinn who only gave her a small nod and added another finger before she pulled the whole cock out of Rachel, pausing for a few moments to make the brunette squirm; before pushing the entire length of the cock in and pinching the girl’s clit.
Rachel screamed and shuddered, her hands trying to find something to grab onto as she came. Shudders wracked the girl’s body as she screamed a mix of ‘Santana...Quinn...God’ as Santana kept her pace, letting the girl milk every bit of her orgasm before she went limp, completely spent.
Even after the small brunette came, Santana kept up her pace, deciding that she needed to hear the brunette scream her name one more time. The Latina pushed in and pulled out roughly fucking the girl below her whilst rubbing her clit rapidly.
As Santana’s thrusts got more erratic and her moaning became louder, Rachel was gaining her second wind and before she knew it the Latina above her stopped moving as her eyes rolled back into her head and she came with a moan and a ‘fuck...Rachel’ before collapsing on the girl causing Rachel to shudder and scream again, her second orgasm at the hands of the Latina.
While this was all happening, Quinn Fabray decided that she was not getting enough satisfaction of just watching. She pulled her fingers out of herself and sauntered over the Santana, pulling her up and off her girlfriend and pushing her shaky legs back to the couch.
The Latina was still panting and quite dazed from her first orgasm. So when Quinn Fabray, head bitch in charge got down on her knees and took the cock that was coated with Rachel into her mouth, all the Latina could do was moan again.
Quinn bobbed her head up and down the cock, licking up all of Rachel’s juices and making pleasured moans as she smelled Santana’s arousal. Rachel, exhausted and crumpled on the table, took this time to turn back and see her girlfriend on her knees in between Santana, giving her a blow job on a fake cock.
The sight itself caused Rachel to slump down, leaning against the legs of the table and watch the scene in front of her.
Quinn pulled away from the cock before standing up and positioning it erect right underneath her. Slowly, the blonde sheathed herself on the cock with her hands on Santana’s shoulders and her legs straddling the brunette.
Santana, mouth open and gaping at the beautiful girl in front of her, grabbed the blonde’s hips and followed the rhythm she set. Quinn rocked forwards and backwards on the cock, her eyes closed and her mouth gaping, letting out small moans of pleasure.
Soon, her pace got faster and she began bouncing up and down on the cock, Santana’s hands guiding her hips as the brunette thrust upwards into the blonde. Taking one of her hands of Santana’s shoulder, Quinn grabbed one of the Latina’s hands and placed in directly over her clit, giving out a non-direct order.
Santana obliged, rubbing the girl’s clit fast, pinching it until the blonde let out a loud moan and shuddered as she tumbled over the edge. Santana kept rocking her hips, allowing the girl to ride out her orgasm before the blonde collapsed forward onto her.
They stayed like that for a few moments until Quinn got off Santana and grabbed a blanket that hung on the couch. She pulled her girlfriend up off the floor, kissing her gently and guiding her to the chair that Santana was sitting on, before squeezing herself onto the couch with her girlfriend on her right and her best friend on her left and draping the blanket over them.
Quinn turned to her left and gave her best friend a gentle kiss on the lips and muttered thanks before turning to her right and giving her girlfriend a lasting kiss and a muttered you’re welcome. Lying there, the three girls enjoyed each other’s company, too spent to talk, before drifting off to sleep.
Author: fading-lines.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn/Santana, est. Rachel/Quinn.
Summary: Rachel wanted to be dominated, Quinn wanted to watch. From this prompt at the glee_kink_meme. 'Est. Rachel/Quinn: Santana fucks Rachel from behind with a strap-on while Quinn watches.'
A/N: So yeah. I felt like writing smut so here it is. Quinntanaberry...or PezFaberry...or Faberrez...I don't know, enjoy! Also, the title is from Muse's 'Undisclosed Desires' for no other reason than I was listening to it while writing.
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“How do you want me?”
Quinn quirked an eyebrow and smirked.
“Bend over the table. Now.”
Rachel, who didn’t need any further instruction; sauntered over to the dining table and bent over slowly, opting to give her girlfriend a bit of a show. When Quinn suggested they try something different, Rachel wholeheartedly agreed and asked what was in store, her girlfriend responded with a smirk and a “you’ll see.”
So far there had been nothing new.
Quinn had been dominating Rachel (as always), she had ripped all of the brunette’s clothes off with a grunt and an “It was ugly anyways” (as always) and she had teased Rachel endlessly before taking out the shiny black strap-on (that was a fairly new instalment to their lovemaking but with the amount of hormones running through Quinn all the time, it had become pretty recurring).
“Well...what are you waiting for?” Rachel asked; her palms flat on the table. She didn’t dare to turn around because Quinn hadn’t allowed her to and if she disobeyed Quinn then she would be punished...Not that Rachel didn’t like being punished.
Soon, the brunette felt warm hands on her shoulders, running over the bare skin and massaging slightly before nails dug into her skin and skimmed down to her lower back. Rachel groaned, she couldn’t stand the teasing anymore; the glee diva pushed back slightly, trying to give Quinn a signal to go on.
When she felt the tip of the strap on push against her clit slightly, she let out a loud, guttural moan. Slowly, the head started moving up and down her slit earning more moans and whimpers from Rachel in addition to the wetness seeping down her thighs.
“Quinnnnnn.....” Rachel whined. She felt like she could die if the teasing went on and pleasing didn’t kick in soon.
Quinn chuckled.
“What do you want, baby? Just tell me what you want and you can have it.”
Rachel whimpered. She knew Quinn got off on talking dirty so she said the words that she knew would drive Quinn insane.
“Fuck me, Quinn. God, I want you to fuck me so hard. I want you deep inside me.”
Quinn bit her lip to suppress a whimper. She hastily tried to regain her composure before saying.
“Turn around, Rachel.”
The brunette did as she was told, turning her head around. The sight before her was probably the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her life.
Santana Lopez was standing behind her, wearing nothing but the strap on which was poised at her entrance. Her brown hair -usually tied up in the neat Cheerios ponytail- was cascading down to her chest, over her hard nipples and tanned skin. Behind Santana, Quinn was sitting in a cleverly placed armchair, completely naked, watching the display in front of her with her hand in between her legs.
Rachel didn’t care about asking how Santana got in or when Quinn arranged this or how Santana agreed to it. All she cared about was being fucked by Santana Lopez whilst Quinn Fabray watched.
“Baby...”Quinn said, getting up from her very comfortable position and walking over next to Santana, “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
The blonde caressed her girlfriend’s cheek in a display of compassion that Rachel only barely got to witness during their lovemaking.
Santana scoffed, “Yeah, right. Berry, if you say ‘no’, I will personally shove this dick somewhere less pleasant then where I intended.”
Rachel couldn’t see the display going on behind her due to the fact that Santana had a firm hand on her shoulder that was keeping her pinned to the table, but she could feel Quinn’s scowl fighting Santana’s. Imagining the two naked Cheerios behind her, Rachel let out a whimper as her legs turned to jelly.
“Santana, you may not be pinned to the table right now but keep in mind that Rachel is not the only one under my command tonight. Do you understand?”
Quinn sent a glare.
Santana received it.
“Yes, Quinn.”
The Quinn that was threatening Santana only a few seconds ago disappeared to be replaced by a nicer, gentler Quinn. “Rachel, baby. Do you want this to go on?”
This time there was no noise from Santana, just nervous anticipation from both Cheerios until Rachel nodded and let out a small ‘yes please’.
Santana smirked as Quinn leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Rachel’s cheek before resigning back to her armchair. Rachel moaned again as she felt the tip of the cock pushing against her folds, she felt like she could kill the person who thought up ‘It’s all about the teasing’.
“Quinn...Santana...whoever. Please fuck me, already.”
Santana felt her knees weaken at that. She wouldn’t admit it but she did secretly think about fucking Berry. Hell; if the diva kept her mouth shut long enough, she would be pretty damn hot. She turned her neck to see the blonde sitting back in the chair. Santana raised an eyebrow, her way of asking to begin, Quinn nodded.
With that, the Latina thrust the entire cock into Rachel, her thighs slapping Rachel’s ass causing Rachel to let out a high pitched shriek. Santana groaned, Quinn moaned and Rachel screamed. Santana began rocking the strap on back and forth inside Rachel, who could only try not to come right away.
“Fuck her, S.” Quinn rasped out before shoving two fingers inside herself and moaning. Rachel only wished that she could turn around and see her girlfriend pleasuring herself before Santana pulled out and roughly pushed back in.
The rhythm was hard and fast, just like Santana had wanted. Fuck that ‘making love’ shit, she wanted to fuck Rachel senseless and hearing the choked moans coming from the girl in front of her, she was doing a damn good job.
Quinn was in heaven. She contemplated taking a photo of the sight in front of her because, fuck, she had never seen anything so damn hot in her life. Santana was pushing in and pulling out in an insane rate that caused her entire body to glow from the sheen of sweat coating it. Whilst Rachel was letting out the most obscene, delicious noises that Quinn had ever heard in her entire life.
The fact that Rachel never let out sounds like that when they had sex sent a tinge of jealousy through Quinn. Sure, Santana was rougher than she was and fine, Quinn didn’t have the endurance to keep up at the pace that Santana had set anymore; but Santana didn’t have a friggin beach ball protruding from her belly.
“Stop.”
Quinn commanded, although she herself kind of wanted them to continue.
Santana stopped mid thrust, the cock only half in Rachel who could only let out a frustrated groan and try to push back into Santana; however the hand on her shoulders, firmly keeping her pinned to the table caused her to stay immobile much to the tiny brunettes’ frustration.
“S. Tell Rachel what you told me last week.”
Santana was panting, sweat dripping down her chest as she pulled out of Rachel, much to the chagrin of the glee diva.
“I said that I...”
Rachel couldn’t catch the end of the sentence although it seemed like Santana just mumbled off without an answer.
“Louder, S. Or I’ll send you home right now.”
Both Santana and Rachel let out a whimper at the idea of being left this close from the edge.
“I said...that I secretly think that the only reason I pick on you so much is cos you’re fucking hot when you’re angry, Berry. Happy, Quinn? Can I continue now?”
Quinn smirked, a tiny part of her jealously of Santana faded with the Latina’s plea.
“Slowly” Quinn emphasized.
Rachel let out a sigh of relief before it was cut off but a groan as the dildo slowly reinterred her.
“Now, tell Rachel the rest of what you said.”
Santana slowly canted her hips back as she eyed the luscious head of hair in front of her.
“I said...that I walked in on you going on down Quinn in the choir room and I was horny as fuck, Rachel. I wanted a piece.”
Rachel moaned, remembering that day when Quinn couldn’t even go two steps without being aroused by something and dragging Rachel to the nearest empty room.
Quinn slowed down the speed of her fingers as Santana slowed down her thrusts, hearing Rachel’s moans of pleasure intermixed with frustration as well as Santana’s incoherent mumblings of ‘so tight, so hot, so...fuck’
Deciding to take some semblance of charge, Santana leaned over Rachel, holding her mouth just above the diva’s ear. Rachel groaned at the gradual stopping of movement but ceased to make any more sound when she felt the Latina’s breasts pressed up against her back.
“Fuck...Berry. You’re so fucking hot like this. Seriously, if I knew that bending you over the table and fucking you senseless would cause you to shut up, I’d have fucked you so long ago.”
The Latina’s hot breath hit Rachel’s ear intermixed with her slow deep breaths and panting. Santana sealed her sentence with a small bite to Rachel’s earlobe that made the small brunette shudder and moan.
Quinn watched as her best friend whispered the dirtiest things she knew into her girlfriends’ ear. Rachel was quite visibly shaking, so close to the edge but just needing that one last push and Santana was panting and groaning with each movement Rachel made showing that it was quite obvious that this was taking quite a toll on her.
“Rachel, baby. Are you close?”
Quinn asked, her fingers still moving at a glacial pace.
“S-so close, Quinn,” Rachel moaned before adding, “please.”
“Please what, baby?” Quinn answered, feigning innocence.
“Please make me come...” Rachel’s voice was small and shaky as Quinn smirked and responded.
“Well baby. I’m not the one fucking you now, am I? Ask S.”
“Santana...please.”
The Latina smirked and turned to Quinn who only gave her a small nod and added another finger before she pulled the whole cock out of Rachel, pausing for a few moments to make the brunette squirm; before pushing the entire length of the cock in and pinching the girl’s clit.
Rachel screamed and shuddered, her hands trying to find something to grab onto as she came. Shudders wracked the girl’s body as she screamed a mix of ‘Santana...Quinn...God’ as Santana kept her pace, letting the girl milk every bit of her orgasm before she went limp, completely spent.
Even after the small brunette came, Santana kept up her pace, deciding that she needed to hear the brunette scream her name one more time. The Latina pushed in and pulled out roughly fucking the girl below her whilst rubbing her clit rapidly.
As Santana’s thrusts got more erratic and her moaning became louder, Rachel was gaining her second wind and before she knew it the Latina above her stopped moving as her eyes rolled back into her head and she came with a moan and a ‘fuck...Rachel’ before collapsing on the girl causing Rachel to shudder and scream again, her second orgasm at the hands of the Latina.
While this was all happening, Quinn Fabray decided that she was not getting enough satisfaction of just watching. She pulled her fingers out of herself and sauntered over the Santana, pulling her up and off her girlfriend and pushing her shaky legs back to the couch.
The Latina was still panting and quite dazed from her first orgasm. So when Quinn Fabray, head bitch in charge got down on her knees and took the cock that was coated with Rachel into her mouth, all the Latina could do was moan again.
Quinn bobbed her head up and down the cock, licking up all of Rachel’s juices and making pleasured moans as she smelled Santana’s arousal. Rachel, exhausted and crumpled on the table, took this time to turn back and see her girlfriend on her knees in between Santana, giving her a blow job on a fake cock.
The sight itself caused Rachel to slump down, leaning against the legs of the table and watch the scene in front of her.
Quinn pulled away from the cock before standing up and positioning it erect right underneath her. Slowly, the blonde sheathed herself on the cock with her hands on Santana’s shoulders and her legs straddling the brunette.
Santana, mouth open and gaping at the beautiful girl in front of her, grabbed the blonde’s hips and followed the rhythm she set. Quinn rocked forwards and backwards on the cock, her eyes closed and her mouth gaping, letting out small moans of pleasure.
Soon, her pace got faster and she began bouncing up and down on the cock, Santana’s hands guiding her hips as the brunette thrust upwards into the blonde. Taking one of her hands of Santana’s shoulder, Quinn grabbed one of the Latina’s hands and placed in directly over her clit, giving out a non-direct order.
Santana obliged, rubbing the girl’s clit fast, pinching it until the blonde let out a loud moan and shuddered as she tumbled over the edge. Santana kept rocking her hips, allowing the girl to ride out her orgasm before the blonde collapsed forward onto her.
They stayed like that for a few moments until Quinn got off Santana and grabbed a blanket that hung on the couch. She pulled her girlfriend up off the floor, kissing her gently and guiding her to the chair that Santana was sitting on, before squeezing herself onto the couch with her girlfriend on her right and her best friend on her left and draping the blanket over them.
Quinn turned to her left and gave her best friend a gentle kiss on the lips and muttered thanks before turning to her right and giving her girlfriend a lasting kiss and a muttered you’re welcome. Lying there, the three girls enjoyed each other’s company, too spent to talk, before drifting off to sleep.