My Little Star
Title: My Little Star
Author: fascination_64
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Santana/Brittany, Santana/Brittany/Rachel, Santana/Brittany/Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Written for Glee_Kink_Meme prompt. Quinn secretly films her and Rachel having sex, and plays the video at a sleepover with Santana and Brittany. Sexy times commence.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Not really as smutty as I'd like.
That night had been fantastic. Rachel was convinced Quinn had taken a leaf out of her book because she sure did seem to be putting on a show. She was everywhere, puppeteering her lady like an established director and playing her part like a veteran actor. Needless to say Rachel Berry naturally matched her enthusiasm. All too willing to take the role of abiding fuck toy.
And fucked she was.
The escapade ran out like a well rehearsed production. Deep kisses and tentative caresses had revealed to Rachel what her girlfriend was planning, and packing. An animalistic groan had been pulled from her throat, as the caresses became gropes and scrabbling to rip away the sinfully tight jeans blocking her from what she’d discovered.
Quinn was quick; she had Rachel’s clothes disposed of and the petite girl sprawled on the bed by the time her perfectly ribbed strap-on was exposed. Ripping her shirt away she pounced atop and attacked Rachel’s neck, leaving marks she hoped, and grinded her appendage against her lower stomach.
She didn’t need evidence, she didn’t need confirmation; she knew her girl would be sopping and so, so ready for her. Grasping both Rachel’s hands with one of her own she used her other to guide her strap-on to the hungry, waiting entrance. It slid in easily, manipulating the girl on the receiving end to arch her back in an attempt to swallow more and deeper. She let out a shaky whimper as the toy was completely buried and she was completely filled.
Pulling her hands free she dug her nails into Quinn’s toned shoulders and clung on. Holding their bodies flush against each other. Her rasping breath evened out as Quinn nuzzled and peppered her neck with kisses. She moved along her jaw, licked the shell of her ear and whispered, “Make me proud,” before pushing up, supporting all her upper body weight with her arms, and pulling almost entirely out. She waited for the impending whine of discontent, before instantly thrusting back in to the hilt, pounding repeatedly and relentlessly.
Rachel grasped the bed sheets with her tensed fingers and Quinn’s hips with her tanned legs. Helplessly muttering incoherent words of encouragement and curling her toes.
That night had been fantastic. Every time Quinn sensed Rachel’s muscles twisting and tensing she halted, manoeuvred Rachel into increasingly adventurous positions and pummeled her with renewed vigour. Rendering Rachel completely subservient and leaving her completely fucked.
In her post-sex state Rachel was convinced she saw her girlfriend stumble over to the desk and fiddle with something,but her mind was hazy and once Quinn’s arms surrounded her all intelligent thought dispersed. She snuggled closer, reveling in her feel of satisfaction and the feel of a tenderly secure embrace.
Quinn stroked her hair back, kissed her forehead and praised her, “My little star, I’m so proud of you.”
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Since both couples were in respective, closeted relationships Quinn and Rachel had become decidedly friendly with Santana and Brittany. Rachel found it surreal that her biggest tormentors had become her closest confidantes but was eternally grateful. Brittany was a doll and extremely brighter than she was given credit for. Santana was unstoppably snappy, but had been growing increasingly softer, probably down to Brittany, that one.
Brittany unabashedly adored Rachel, and, whilst Santana still kept up a string of banter, she undoubtedly admired and treasured the little diva. Consequently it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for them to be spending Friday night tangled up in the Fabray household for a night of movies and snacks. They just weren’t aware that Quinn had a rather different standard of movie in store for them tonight.
“Alright darling ladies,” Quinn chirruped half-jokingly, “let’s get this movie rolling huh?”
She received a grunt of agreement from Santana and a dazzling smile of recognition from her girlfriend, who was sitting between Brittany’s legs, who gave an excited squeal. Oh, how unsuspecting the three were.
Quinn pressed play before settling in a chair away from the three girls, tucking the remote securely behind the cushions. The girls watched unaffectedly as the screen remained black, however, once it kicked into action it displayed an unmistakable view of Quinn’s bedroom.
Brittany gasped in wonderment. “They filmed a movie in your room Quinnie?! Are you in it? Am I in it? Is your room famous?” she rambled, bouncing slightly in her seat.
Quinn merely raised an eyebrow at the outburst, keeping a close eye on her girlfriend, who’s eyebrows were knitted together in clear confusion.
Suddenly a door was heard to slam on the film and a petite brunette came into shot, stalked by a slightly taller blonde. Rachel whipped her head round to face Quinn, her eyes wide and questioning, but she was shot an innocent smile and a growled, “My little star.”
The Rachel and Quinn on the screen came together and started to kiss and caress. Rachel was without a doubt that this was something neither Brittany nor Santana should be seeing, so she hastily attempted to jump and pause it at the box. However, the strong body behind her did not approve and tightened her grip on her waist, dispelling Rachel’s plan of moving.
“Don’t touch it, this is totally hot” whined Brittany, the pout clear in her voice.
“Yeah Berry,” Santana sneered. “you might not be as unappetising as you first appear.”
Rachel looked pleadingly at her girlfriend, hoping her puppy dog eyes would work their magic, but Quinn was looking at her steadily and sternly. It had really been too easy to capture, and Rachel was sure to put on a show. She truly just wanted the other couple to see how damn sexy her girlfriend was, how damn fuckable, and how undeserving she was of ever being underrated. “The movie stays, enjoy your 15 minutes of fame baby,” she snarked.
In time with the on-screen Rachel’s undressing, Brittany apparently got an idea. She slid her hand under Rachel’s sweater, feeling the muscles quiver momentarily, before expertly whisking the offending item over her head and across the room. Rachel panicked outwardly, and took the opportunity of being free from Brittany’s vice like grip to make a leap for the pause button. A move that would have been successful had Santana not intercepted her route. Rachel’s gaze dropped to the floor under Santana’s intense glare and she allowed herself to be tackled back to the her spot between Brittany’s legs, Santana now atop her. Just as on-screen Rachel let out a whimper at being filled, she let out a startled squeal as Santana bit her neck and Brittany groped her bra clad breasts.
Quinn watched with a sense of pride at the desperate onslaught of the couple on her girl. Glad they were finally appreciating such a beauty. She turned her attention to the secret video and caught her own onslaught, as she had initially started pounding her willing prey. A shot that didn’t go unnoticed by a keen spectator.
“Sweet holy cow, Berry can take it huh? Boy I’d love to make you take it baby girl,” she heard Santana grumble, muffled by the tanned, smooth skin she was exploring with her lips.
Rachel instinctively started to wriggle again, embarrassed that it was plain for all to see how easily she’d given herself up, and how greedily she’d participated. She was soothed though, by a soft, tickling whisper in her ear, “Shh, you’re beautiful, nothing to be ashamed of Rachie, we just want to play too.”
Quinn watched from the sidelines as her Rachel seemed to melt into the girls’ embrace and unresistingly let them remove her bra and panties, leaving just the skirt to preserve her modesty.
Brittany slipped her hand under the skirt, whilst Santana’s flew to palm the freshly exposed mounds of squishy loveliness, giving them a swift bite, before kissing her girlfriend fiercely over Rachel’s shoulder. Rachel attached her lips to Santana’s newly accessible neck, sucking, kissing, biting. Her hands intimately gripped her hips as Brittany’s fingers confidently fondled and kneaded the sensitive heaven she’d discovered under the skirt.
As Brittany wrapped her legs possessively around both girls in front of her, she hit a surprisingly sensitive nerve, and, despite herself, the small brunette wedged in the centre threw her head back and let out a strangled moan. The sound mingling with the very same sound echoing from the television.
Shaking and starting to sweat, Rachel took respite in the comfy bodies entrapping her, allowing them to roam their hands over her body as they saw fit. Peeking from her den of arms she saw her girlfriend approaching, strap-on and smirk firmly in position, and she was ready. She was so ready.
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The movie on the screen quieted down, the brunette lay serenely on the rumpled bed, as the blonde gently moved away, approaching the camera, and abruptly all going black. Simultaneously the audience quieted down, Santana and Brittany curling up and muttering anecdotes such as, “Damn Berry, who knew,” “This is so going in my diary, Rachie is so cute San,” and, “maybe next time we’ll all get our asses on camera.”
Rachel snuggled closer to the sofa contentedly. That wasn’t so bad she concluded. Even better, her girlfriend was slipping in behind her as she was slipping off into a light snooze.
Quinn brushed her hair back, kissed her forehead and whispered, “My little star, I’m so proud of you.”
Author: fascination_64
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Santana/Brittany, Santana/Brittany/Rachel, Santana/Brittany/Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Written for Glee_Kink_Meme prompt. Quinn secretly films her and Rachel having sex, and plays the video at a sleepover with Santana and Brittany. Sexy times commence.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Not really as smutty as I'd like.
That night had been fantastic. Rachel was convinced Quinn had taken a leaf out of her book because she sure did seem to be putting on a show. She was everywhere, puppeteering her lady like an established director and playing her part like a veteran actor. Needless to say Rachel Berry naturally matched her enthusiasm. All too willing to take the role of abiding fuck toy.
And fucked she was.
The escapade ran out like a well rehearsed production. Deep kisses and tentative caresses had revealed to Rachel what her girlfriend was planning, and packing. An animalistic groan had been pulled from her throat, as the caresses became gropes and scrabbling to rip away the sinfully tight jeans blocking her from what she’d discovered.
Quinn was quick; she had Rachel’s clothes disposed of and the petite girl sprawled on the bed by the time her perfectly ribbed strap-on was exposed. Ripping her shirt away she pounced atop and attacked Rachel’s neck, leaving marks she hoped, and grinded her appendage against her lower stomach.
She didn’t need evidence, she didn’t need confirmation; she knew her girl would be sopping and so, so ready for her. Grasping both Rachel’s hands with one of her own she used her other to guide her strap-on to the hungry, waiting entrance. It slid in easily, manipulating the girl on the receiving end to arch her back in an attempt to swallow more and deeper. She let out a shaky whimper as the toy was completely buried and she was completely filled.
Pulling her hands free she dug her nails into Quinn’s toned shoulders and clung on. Holding their bodies flush against each other. Her rasping breath evened out as Quinn nuzzled and peppered her neck with kisses. She moved along her jaw, licked the shell of her ear and whispered, “Make me proud,” before pushing up, supporting all her upper body weight with her arms, and pulling almost entirely out. She waited for the impending whine of discontent, before instantly thrusting back in to the hilt, pounding repeatedly and relentlessly.
Rachel grasped the bed sheets with her tensed fingers and Quinn’s hips with her tanned legs. Helplessly muttering incoherent words of encouragement and curling her toes.
That night had been fantastic. Every time Quinn sensed Rachel’s muscles twisting and tensing she halted, manoeuvred Rachel into increasingly adventurous positions and pummeled her with renewed vigour. Rendering Rachel completely subservient and leaving her completely fucked.
In her post-sex state Rachel was convinced she saw her girlfriend stumble over to the desk and fiddle with something,but her mind was hazy and once Quinn’s arms surrounded her all intelligent thought dispersed. She snuggled closer, reveling in her feel of satisfaction and the feel of a tenderly secure embrace.
Quinn stroked her hair back, kissed her forehead and praised her, “My little star, I’m so proud of you.”
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Since both couples were in respective, closeted relationships Quinn and Rachel had become decidedly friendly with Santana and Brittany. Rachel found it surreal that her biggest tormentors had become her closest confidantes but was eternally grateful. Brittany was a doll and extremely brighter than she was given credit for. Santana was unstoppably snappy, but had been growing increasingly softer, probably down to Brittany, that one.
Brittany unabashedly adored Rachel, and, whilst Santana still kept up a string of banter, she undoubtedly admired and treasured the little diva. Consequently it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for them to be spending Friday night tangled up in the Fabray household for a night of movies and snacks. They just weren’t aware that Quinn had a rather different standard of movie in store for them tonight.
“Alright darling ladies,” Quinn chirruped half-jokingly, “let’s get this movie rolling huh?”
She received a grunt of agreement from Santana and a dazzling smile of recognition from her girlfriend, who was sitting between Brittany’s legs, who gave an excited squeal. Oh, how unsuspecting the three were.
Quinn pressed play before settling in a chair away from the three girls, tucking the remote securely behind the cushions. The girls watched unaffectedly as the screen remained black, however, once it kicked into action it displayed an unmistakable view of Quinn’s bedroom.
Brittany gasped in wonderment. “They filmed a movie in your room Quinnie?! Are you in it? Am I in it? Is your room famous?” she rambled, bouncing slightly in her seat.
Quinn merely raised an eyebrow at the outburst, keeping a close eye on her girlfriend, who’s eyebrows were knitted together in clear confusion.
Suddenly a door was heard to slam on the film and a petite brunette came into shot, stalked by a slightly taller blonde. Rachel whipped her head round to face Quinn, her eyes wide and questioning, but she was shot an innocent smile and a growled, “My little star.”
The Rachel and Quinn on the screen came together and started to kiss and caress. Rachel was without a doubt that this was something neither Brittany nor Santana should be seeing, so she hastily attempted to jump and pause it at the box. However, the strong body behind her did not approve and tightened her grip on her waist, dispelling Rachel’s plan of moving.
“Don’t touch it, this is totally hot” whined Brittany, the pout clear in her voice.
“Yeah Berry,” Santana sneered. “you might not be as unappetising as you first appear.”
Rachel looked pleadingly at her girlfriend, hoping her puppy dog eyes would work their magic, but Quinn was looking at her steadily and sternly. It had really been too easy to capture, and Rachel was sure to put on a show. She truly just wanted the other couple to see how damn sexy her girlfriend was, how damn fuckable, and how undeserving she was of ever being underrated. “The movie stays, enjoy your 15 minutes of fame baby,” she snarked.
In time with the on-screen Rachel’s undressing, Brittany apparently got an idea. She slid her hand under Rachel’s sweater, feeling the muscles quiver momentarily, before expertly whisking the offending item over her head and across the room. Rachel panicked outwardly, and took the opportunity of being free from Brittany’s vice like grip to make a leap for the pause button. A move that would have been successful had Santana not intercepted her route. Rachel’s gaze dropped to the floor under Santana’s intense glare and she allowed herself to be tackled back to the her spot between Brittany’s legs, Santana now atop her. Just as on-screen Rachel let out a whimper at being filled, she let out a startled squeal as Santana bit her neck and Brittany groped her bra clad breasts.
Quinn watched with a sense of pride at the desperate onslaught of the couple on her girl. Glad they were finally appreciating such a beauty. She turned her attention to the secret video and caught her own onslaught, as she had initially started pounding her willing prey. A shot that didn’t go unnoticed by a keen spectator.
“Sweet holy cow, Berry can take it huh? Boy I’d love to make you take it baby girl,” she heard Santana grumble, muffled by the tanned, smooth skin she was exploring with her lips.
Rachel instinctively started to wriggle again, embarrassed that it was plain for all to see how easily she’d given herself up, and how greedily she’d participated. She was soothed though, by a soft, tickling whisper in her ear, “Shh, you’re beautiful, nothing to be ashamed of Rachie, we just want to play too.”
Quinn watched from the sidelines as her Rachel seemed to melt into the girls’ embrace and unresistingly let them remove her bra and panties, leaving just the skirt to preserve her modesty.
Brittany slipped her hand under the skirt, whilst Santana’s flew to palm the freshly exposed mounds of squishy loveliness, giving them a swift bite, before kissing her girlfriend fiercely over Rachel’s shoulder. Rachel attached her lips to Santana’s newly accessible neck, sucking, kissing, biting. Her hands intimately gripped her hips as Brittany’s fingers confidently fondled and kneaded the sensitive heaven she’d discovered under the skirt.
As Brittany wrapped her legs possessively around both girls in front of her, she hit a surprisingly sensitive nerve, and, despite herself, the small brunette wedged in the centre threw her head back and let out a strangled moan. The sound mingling with the very same sound echoing from the television.
Shaking and starting to sweat, Rachel took respite in the comfy bodies entrapping her, allowing them to roam their hands over her body as they saw fit. Peeking from her den of arms she saw her girlfriend approaching, strap-on and smirk firmly in position, and she was ready. She was so ready.
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The movie on the screen quieted down, the brunette lay serenely on the rumpled bed, as the blonde gently moved away, approaching the camera, and abruptly all going black. Simultaneously the audience quieted down, Santana and Brittany curling up and muttering anecdotes such as, “Damn Berry, who knew,” “This is so going in my diary, Rachie is so cute San,” and, “maybe next time we’ll all get our asses on camera.”
Rachel snuggled closer to the sofa contentedly. That wasn’t so bad she concluded. Even better, her girlfriend was slipping in behind her as she was slipping off into a light snooze.
Quinn brushed her hair back, kissed her forehead and whispered, “My little star, I’m so proud of you.”