fic: Slap
Title: Slap
Author: flipflop555
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Takes place after the slap scene! SPOILERS FOR PROM QUEEN EP! Quick, dirty bathroom sex (where else would faberry have sex lollll)
Disclaimer: This is a total piece of fiction, I own nothing and no one involved
Word Count: 2033
A/N: ok this was supposeddddd to be a quick little sex scene, like 1000 words or less. Became….filthy ;)
The sound of the slap seemed to reverberate in the silence of the bathroom. Rachel stood still, clutching the side of her face, stinging from Quinn’s outburst. The blonde before her looked horrified with herself, her eyes were still wide with emotion. Gently, Rachel turned her head back, looking the would-be Prom Queen in the eyes.
“I-I’m sorry,” she quickly spit out. Quinn didn’t know what to do. Should she run out? Apologize more? Kiss her? Wait-what?! Alarms went off in the blonde’s head. What are you thinking!? Sure, she looks so hot like that, so stunned…like I just pushed three fingers inside-QUINN, SERIOUSLY, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!?
“I…No, i-it’s ok,” Rachel sighed. She cupped the stinging cheek gently. Quinn watched as the smaller girl was taking deep, slow breaths, like she was…calming down? Did that slap get her excited? A wave of realization washed over the taller girl.
“You…you liked that, didn’t’ you?” Rachel’s eyes snapped opened and her jaw was hung loose, her expression nothing short of a deer in headlights. Before she could stop herself, she nodded weakly, fingers still gently running over the slightly stinging skin. Quinn smirked. “Kinky freak.” Rachel clasped her eyes shut at letting it slip that she enjoyed the feeling of Quinn’s palm connecting with her soft cheek. She expected further ridicule, a haughty sneer and a storm out. What she didn’t expect was to feel her back suddenly collide with the wall. She gasped at the rough display and opened her eyes.
The sight made Rachel’s breath catch in her throat; Quinn Fabray was staring at her with hunger and a primal lust. “You liked that too.” Rachel nodded. Her heart felt like it was on the verge of beating out of her chest. “You like it rough, don’t you?” Quinn took slow, calculated steps towards the quivering diva. She was drunk off feeling so powerful. Finally, Quinn wasn’t more than a few inches away. She pushed herself into the smaller girl’s body and leaned her head in. Quinn gently ran her nose alongside Rachel’s. “I bet you’re soaking your panties right now. Am I right?” Rachel weakly nodded again. Her eyes fluttered shut.
Quinn smirked gently and ghosted her lips over Rachel’s. As she felt the diva lean in, she pulled back, earning an almost pained whimper. Again, Quinn leaned in and drew Rachel towards her, only to pull her head back. “Quinn…” Rachel whined. Quinn’s cocky smirk dropped into a serious expression. She leaned forward, waiting for Rachel to respond. When she saw that Rachel was willing herself to wait, the blonde felt a wave of satisfaction and poked her tongue out, then ran it gently over the brunette’s pouty lower lip. The girl gasped.
“Should I fuck you, Rachel?” The singer’s eyes snapped open and looked into Quinn’s steady, hazel orbs. “Should I take you right here against the wall?” Rachel didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know if she was supposed to respond, and if she did, was it supposed to be verbal or just a nod? “When I ask you a question, you give me an answer. Don’t make me slap you again.” Rachel took a shuddered breath. “But I guess that’s not much a threat to a kinky little bitch like you. Now answer the question, Rachel. Do I fuck you right here, quick and dirty at our prom?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what.”
“Yes…please.”
Quinn’s eyes fluttered shut. “Again…say my name.”
“Yes, please, Quinn.”
“Mmmm, my name sounds so good off your lips.” Before Rachel could respond, Quinn leaned down and passionately kissed her. Rachel whimpered with shock before immediately relaxing into the sensations. Her eyes closed again as she let her body be given over to Quinn, who was dominating the kiss with ease. “We don’t have much time,” the blonde panted, gazing down at Rachel’s lithe and shuddering body. “Someone could walk in any second. But I bet you’d like that, freak,” Quinn snarled as she began pulling up the front of Rachel’s dress to skim her hand underneath.
Rachel shook her head desperately, trying to convince herself more than Quinn that she wasn’t an exhibitionist. Unfortunately, she wasn’t fooling anyone. Quinn kept smirking as she gently traced lines along Rachel’s quivering thighs. “Little Miss Gold Star, loves putting on a show, how about you put on a show for me right now, hmm?” Rachel whined when Quinn’s finger skimmed over her panty covered slit which had since dripped precum through the fabric. Quinn gasped at the feeling. “You really do like it rough, you’re fucking soaked,” she husked. Quickly, she ran her nails down Rachel’s thighs with just enough pressure. Rachel hissed at the feeling as Quinn continued to rake her nails up and down her thighs. She knew she would have scratch marks tomorrow.
“I bet you wish we were in a bed so I could properly fuck you. Ties, blindfolds, I bet that’s all up your alley.” Rachel lost any remaining self-awareness and nodded, willing to agree to anything if it meant Quinn would make her cum. Quinn leaned in to the tan girl’s neck and nipped at it several times. Each bite earned a strangled gasp. “I wonder how you’d feel about nipple clamps,” Quinn mused and instantly pinched one of Rachel’s nipples. The singer had been so lost in feelings, she hadn’t even realized the blonde’s hand was resting on her chest, and was now causing delicious pain to her sensitive nipples. Rachel’s jaw hung loose as horny whimpers escaped her mouth. “If this is any indication,” another rough pinch, “I bet you’d like ‘em a whole lot.”
“Quiiiiin,” Rachel whined. “P-please?”
“Mmmmm, beg me for it, my little whore.”
“Pleeease give me fingers!”
“Where, Rachel? Tell me where you want fingers,” Quinn urged, leaving yet another dark bruise on Rachel’s silky smooth neck.
“Inside…inside my pussy, please Quinn!”
“There’s a good bitch.” Quinn cupped Rachel’s sex possessively, growling softly as Rachel humped her hand with abandon. The blonde glanced down at the show and grimaced. “Surely you don’t want to get off this way.” Rachel stopped immediately.
“Please?” She whined again.
“Only because I want to, this has nothing to do with you.” With that, Quinn slid two fingers easily into Rachel’s tight sex. Quinn had only ever done this to herself, and had never used more than two fingers, so she hoped this was ok. As Rachel let out a guttural moan, she knew it was fine. The ex-cheerleader pushed her fingers in and out with ease, sighing into Rachel’s neck, as the only sound permeating in the bathroom was the sound of Rachel’s breathy pants and wet skin hitting skin.
Rachel whined something incoherent. “What was that?” Quinn asked with amusement. She loved watching someone fall apart so completely before her eyes when it was her own doing; with nothing more than a few fingers she reduced Rachel to a trembling mess.
“Titties,” Rachel gasped, this time far more understandable.
“Aw, the kink fiend wants her titties pinched again? Is that it? This isn’t rough enough for you?” Rachel bit her lip tightly and shook her head. Quinn grinned wickedly and with one quick motion, yanked the top of Rachel’s prom dress down past her chest, taking the strapless bra with it, and ripping the pink fabric noticeably in the process. Rachel gasped, but Quinn couldn’t tell if it was from the rip or from the eroticism. She preferred to think it was the latter, and didn’t care enough to find out.
Rachel’s nipples were small and brown, completely erect with need, begging for teeth or rough hands, which Quinn was happy to provide. The blonde was transfixed with the sight of Rachel’s chest bouncing up and down with each thrust, and before she knew it, Quinn had leaned in and taken one of the brown buds in her mouth, sucking and nipping at it with gusto. Rachel moaned wantonly and shoved her chest forward, trying to get more of her tits into Quinn’s very eager mouth. The blonde quickly occupied her other hand with Rachel’s other breast, palming it roughly, rolling the soft nipple between her fingers with ease.
Rachel was moaning out “please’s” and “yes’s” and “thank you’s” and “more, Quinn, right there, fuck!” She completely gave herself over to Quinn, she just wanted release, she wanted to cum for Quinn and only for Quinn, a goal that she knew wouldn’t be hard to accomplish. The taller girl was pounding into her mercilessly, curling her fingers and scissoring them inside her, stretching out her hot, tight hole. Rachel thrashed wildly, pushing out her chest while her lower half was vibrating with need. She had lost all control of her hips, which were thrusting faster than she knew they could.
Suddenly Quinn slid her fingers out, but before Rachel could protest, she felt the soaking digits rubbing furiously at her clitoris. “OOOOOH QUINN!” Rachel wailed and tossed her head back, colliding with the wall. The brunette didn’t care, she barely even noticed, the only thing she registered was the treatment her clit was getting.
“Fuck, it’s so stiff,” Quinn breathed weakly, at this point humping Rachel’s leg just to cool the itch brewing in her own sex. Rachel nodded.
“You get me so hot,” the smaller girl gasped. Quinn let loose a whine at hearing Rachel’s words and rubbed faster, up and down, flicking the little bud from the safety of its hood. She could literally feel the nub stiffening under her touch, making her wetter. “Quinn, I-I’m about to cum!” Rachel moaned.
“Fuck, do it Rach,” Quinn urged, rubbing even faster.
“Life my dress,” Rachel panted hurriedly.
“What, why?”
“S-Squirt, mess!” Rachel wailed out. She could barely speak. Quinn’s eyes widened as she understood.
“You’re a squirter?” Rachel nodded frantically. She was just about to tumble off the edge but Quinn needed to see it for herself. She instantly dropped to her knees and began tonguing Rachel’s clit, lavishing the beet red bundle of nerves aggressively. When she introduced her teeth, and soon after a rough but careful bite to the bud, she heard Rachel squeak a higher pitch than she knew the girl capable of. She pulled back, quickly replacing her mouth with her fingers and watched the show as Rachel tumbled over the edge. It was breathtaking.
Rachel’s clit was twitching as cum shot from her fuckhole. With each flick to Rachel’s clit, a new, steady stream of cum squirted out. Quinn quickly moved her mouth to the hole and tongued it wildly while her fingers continued to work over Rachel’s clit. Quinn drank Rachel’s cum eagerly as it shot forward and down her throat, each stream accompanied by a sharp wail. Quinn felt Rachel slump forward as her orgasm finished, but continued to shove her tongue inside Rachel’s pussy and flick her clit, causing pleasurable pain which she knew the singer would love. When it finally became too much, Rachel took hold of Quinn’s head beneath her dress and held it still.
Quinn sighed and leaned against Rachel’s thigh, staring at the brunette’s pussy. It simply looked exhausted. Her fingers, which were still resting on Rachel’s clit, could feel the girl’s pulse, quick and erratic. She stayed there for several seconds, inhaling the strong smell of sex before she finally got too hot an pulled her head out from the pink, poofy fabric.
She glanced up at Rachel, who was covered in sweat with her eyes half closed. “My pussy’s so sore. No one’s ever been so rough with me before,” Rachel said with a blush between labored breaths. Quinn just stared at Rachel heatedly and hungrily as she got to her feet. She wanted to take the disheveled girl again, make her make those sounds again, feel her pussy cream so hard again. But there was a prom on just the other side of the door, and they needed to get back. Quinn leaned in and kissed Rachel heatedly.
“Good. When this is done, you’re coming to my house. Don’t think I forgot what you said: ties and blindfolds in a bed. My bed.” With a sultry wink, Quinn was gone.
Author: flipflop555
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Takes place after the slap scene! SPOILERS FOR PROM QUEEN EP! Quick, dirty bathroom sex (where else would faberry have sex lollll)
Disclaimer: This is a total piece of fiction, I own nothing and no one involved
Word Count: 2033
A/N: ok this was supposeddddd to be a quick little sex scene, like 1000 words or less. Became….filthy ;)
The sound of the slap seemed to reverberate in the silence of the bathroom. Rachel stood still, clutching the side of her face, stinging from Quinn’s outburst. The blonde before her looked horrified with herself, her eyes were still wide with emotion. Gently, Rachel turned her head back, looking the would-be Prom Queen in the eyes.
“I-I’m sorry,” she quickly spit out. Quinn didn’t know what to do. Should she run out? Apologize more? Kiss her? Wait-what?! Alarms went off in the blonde’s head. What are you thinking!? Sure, she looks so hot like that, so stunned…like I just pushed three fingers inside-QUINN, SERIOUSLY, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!?
“I…No, i-it’s ok,” Rachel sighed. She cupped the stinging cheek gently. Quinn watched as the smaller girl was taking deep, slow breaths, like she was…calming down? Did that slap get her excited? A wave of realization washed over the taller girl.
“You…you liked that, didn’t’ you?” Rachel’s eyes snapped opened and her jaw was hung loose, her expression nothing short of a deer in headlights. Before she could stop herself, she nodded weakly, fingers still gently running over the slightly stinging skin. Quinn smirked. “Kinky freak.” Rachel clasped her eyes shut at letting it slip that she enjoyed the feeling of Quinn’s palm connecting with her soft cheek. She expected further ridicule, a haughty sneer and a storm out. What she didn’t expect was to feel her back suddenly collide with the wall. She gasped at the rough display and opened her eyes.
The sight made Rachel’s breath catch in her throat; Quinn Fabray was staring at her with hunger and a primal lust. “You liked that too.” Rachel nodded. Her heart felt like it was on the verge of beating out of her chest. “You like it rough, don’t you?” Quinn took slow, calculated steps towards the quivering diva. She was drunk off feeling so powerful. Finally, Quinn wasn’t more than a few inches away. She pushed herself into the smaller girl’s body and leaned her head in. Quinn gently ran her nose alongside Rachel’s. “I bet you’re soaking your panties right now. Am I right?” Rachel weakly nodded again. Her eyes fluttered shut.
Quinn smirked gently and ghosted her lips over Rachel’s. As she felt the diva lean in, she pulled back, earning an almost pained whimper. Again, Quinn leaned in and drew Rachel towards her, only to pull her head back. “Quinn…” Rachel whined. Quinn’s cocky smirk dropped into a serious expression. She leaned forward, waiting for Rachel to respond. When she saw that Rachel was willing herself to wait, the blonde felt a wave of satisfaction and poked her tongue out, then ran it gently over the brunette’s pouty lower lip. The girl gasped.
“Should I fuck you, Rachel?” The singer’s eyes snapped open and looked into Quinn’s steady, hazel orbs. “Should I take you right here against the wall?” Rachel didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know if she was supposed to respond, and if she did, was it supposed to be verbal or just a nod? “When I ask you a question, you give me an answer. Don’t make me slap you again.” Rachel took a shuddered breath. “But I guess that’s not much a threat to a kinky little bitch like you. Now answer the question, Rachel. Do I fuck you right here, quick and dirty at our prom?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what.”
“Yes…please.”
Quinn’s eyes fluttered shut. “Again…say my name.”
“Yes, please, Quinn.”
“Mmmm, my name sounds so good off your lips.” Before Rachel could respond, Quinn leaned down and passionately kissed her. Rachel whimpered with shock before immediately relaxing into the sensations. Her eyes closed again as she let her body be given over to Quinn, who was dominating the kiss with ease. “We don’t have much time,” the blonde panted, gazing down at Rachel’s lithe and shuddering body. “Someone could walk in any second. But I bet you’d like that, freak,” Quinn snarled as she began pulling up the front of Rachel’s dress to skim her hand underneath.
Rachel shook her head desperately, trying to convince herself more than Quinn that she wasn’t an exhibitionist. Unfortunately, she wasn’t fooling anyone. Quinn kept smirking as she gently traced lines along Rachel’s quivering thighs. “Little Miss Gold Star, loves putting on a show, how about you put on a show for me right now, hmm?” Rachel whined when Quinn’s finger skimmed over her panty covered slit which had since dripped precum through the fabric. Quinn gasped at the feeling. “You really do like it rough, you’re fucking soaked,” she husked. Quickly, she ran her nails down Rachel’s thighs with just enough pressure. Rachel hissed at the feeling as Quinn continued to rake her nails up and down her thighs. She knew she would have scratch marks tomorrow.
“I bet you wish we were in a bed so I could properly fuck you. Ties, blindfolds, I bet that’s all up your alley.” Rachel lost any remaining self-awareness and nodded, willing to agree to anything if it meant Quinn would make her cum. Quinn leaned in to the tan girl’s neck and nipped at it several times. Each bite earned a strangled gasp. “I wonder how you’d feel about nipple clamps,” Quinn mused and instantly pinched one of Rachel’s nipples. The singer had been so lost in feelings, she hadn’t even realized the blonde’s hand was resting on her chest, and was now causing delicious pain to her sensitive nipples. Rachel’s jaw hung loose as horny whimpers escaped her mouth. “If this is any indication,” another rough pinch, “I bet you’d like ‘em a whole lot.”
“Quiiiiin,” Rachel whined. “P-please?”
“Mmmmm, beg me for it, my little whore.”
“Pleeease give me fingers!”
“Where, Rachel? Tell me where you want fingers,” Quinn urged, leaving yet another dark bruise on Rachel’s silky smooth neck.
“Inside…inside my pussy, please Quinn!”
“There’s a good bitch.” Quinn cupped Rachel’s sex possessively, growling softly as Rachel humped her hand with abandon. The blonde glanced down at the show and grimaced. “Surely you don’t want to get off this way.” Rachel stopped immediately.
“Please?” She whined again.
“Only because I want to, this has nothing to do with you.” With that, Quinn slid two fingers easily into Rachel’s tight sex. Quinn had only ever done this to herself, and had never used more than two fingers, so she hoped this was ok. As Rachel let out a guttural moan, she knew it was fine. The ex-cheerleader pushed her fingers in and out with ease, sighing into Rachel’s neck, as the only sound permeating in the bathroom was the sound of Rachel’s breathy pants and wet skin hitting skin.
Rachel whined something incoherent. “What was that?” Quinn asked with amusement. She loved watching someone fall apart so completely before her eyes when it was her own doing; with nothing more than a few fingers she reduced Rachel to a trembling mess.
“Titties,” Rachel gasped, this time far more understandable.
“Aw, the kink fiend wants her titties pinched again? Is that it? This isn’t rough enough for you?” Rachel bit her lip tightly and shook her head. Quinn grinned wickedly and with one quick motion, yanked the top of Rachel’s prom dress down past her chest, taking the strapless bra with it, and ripping the pink fabric noticeably in the process. Rachel gasped, but Quinn couldn’t tell if it was from the rip or from the eroticism. She preferred to think it was the latter, and didn’t care enough to find out.
Rachel’s nipples were small and brown, completely erect with need, begging for teeth or rough hands, which Quinn was happy to provide. The blonde was transfixed with the sight of Rachel’s chest bouncing up and down with each thrust, and before she knew it, Quinn had leaned in and taken one of the brown buds in her mouth, sucking and nipping at it with gusto. Rachel moaned wantonly and shoved her chest forward, trying to get more of her tits into Quinn’s very eager mouth. The blonde quickly occupied her other hand with Rachel’s other breast, palming it roughly, rolling the soft nipple between her fingers with ease.
Rachel was moaning out “please’s” and “yes’s” and “thank you’s” and “more, Quinn, right there, fuck!” She completely gave herself over to Quinn, she just wanted release, she wanted to cum for Quinn and only for Quinn, a goal that she knew wouldn’t be hard to accomplish. The taller girl was pounding into her mercilessly, curling her fingers and scissoring them inside her, stretching out her hot, tight hole. Rachel thrashed wildly, pushing out her chest while her lower half was vibrating with need. She had lost all control of her hips, which were thrusting faster than she knew they could.
Suddenly Quinn slid her fingers out, but before Rachel could protest, she felt the soaking digits rubbing furiously at her clitoris. “OOOOOH QUINN!” Rachel wailed and tossed her head back, colliding with the wall. The brunette didn’t care, she barely even noticed, the only thing she registered was the treatment her clit was getting.
“Fuck, it’s so stiff,” Quinn breathed weakly, at this point humping Rachel’s leg just to cool the itch brewing in her own sex. Rachel nodded.
“You get me so hot,” the smaller girl gasped. Quinn let loose a whine at hearing Rachel’s words and rubbed faster, up and down, flicking the little bud from the safety of its hood. She could literally feel the nub stiffening under her touch, making her wetter. “Quinn, I-I’m about to cum!” Rachel moaned.
“Fuck, do it Rach,” Quinn urged, rubbing even faster.
“Life my dress,” Rachel panted hurriedly.
“What, why?”
“S-Squirt, mess!” Rachel wailed out. She could barely speak. Quinn’s eyes widened as she understood.
“You’re a squirter?” Rachel nodded frantically. She was just about to tumble off the edge but Quinn needed to see it for herself. She instantly dropped to her knees and began tonguing Rachel’s clit, lavishing the beet red bundle of nerves aggressively. When she introduced her teeth, and soon after a rough but careful bite to the bud, she heard Rachel squeak a higher pitch than she knew the girl capable of. She pulled back, quickly replacing her mouth with her fingers and watched the show as Rachel tumbled over the edge. It was breathtaking.
Rachel’s clit was twitching as cum shot from her fuckhole. With each flick to Rachel’s clit, a new, steady stream of cum squirted out. Quinn quickly moved her mouth to the hole and tongued it wildly while her fingers continued to work over Rachel’s clit. Quinn drank Rachel’s cum eagerly as it shot forward and down her throat, each stream accompanied by a sharp wail. Quinn felt Rachel slump forward as her orgasm finished, but continued to shove her tongue inside Rachel’s pussy and flick her clit, causing pleasurable pain which she knew the singer would love. When it finally became too much, Rachel took hold of Quinn’s head beneath her dress and held it still.
Quinn sighed and leaned against Rachel’s thigh, staring at the brunette’s pussy. It simply looked exhausted. Her fingers, which were still resting on Rachel’s clit, could feel the girl’s pulse, quick and erratic. She stayed there for several seconds, inhaling the strong smell of sex before she finally got too hot an pulled her head out from the pink, poofy fabric.
She glanced up at Rachel, who was covered in sweat with her eyes half closed. “My pussy’s so sore. No one’s ever been so rough with me before,” Rachel said with a blush between labored breaths. Quinn just stared at Rachel heatedly and hungrily as she got to her feet. She wanted to take the disheveled girl again, make her make those sounds again, feel her pussy cream so hard again. But there was a prom on just the other side of the door, and they needed to get back. Quinn leaned in and kissed Rachel heatedly.
“Good. When this is done, you’re coming to my house. Don’t think I forgot what you said: ties and blindfolds in a bed. My bed.” With a sultry wink, Quinn was gone.