fic: the girl is mine
Title: the girl is mine
Author: flipflop555
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Written for this rather lengthy propmt on glee_kink_meme
Jesse sets out to "befriend" Rachel as per his instructions and ends up trying to seduce her instead but what he doesn't know is that he's after Quinn Fabray's girl and that one Quinn Fabray does not take kindly to others sniffing around her girl's skirt. Quinn's possessiveness (and jealously) comes out hard putting Jesse in his place. Quinn's possessiveness turns Rachel on like nothing else and it leads to some of the best sex they have ever had. Quinn used to be the HBIC would love to see that here.
Bonus if Quinn marks her territory in front of Jesse and the other kids are somehow a part of the story
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one involved in this
Of course Quinn had noticed that Jesse was around Rachel a lot. They were friends, or at least that’s what she told herself repeatedly to keep her cool. It was when Jesse joined New Directions and declared he had done it so Rachel could “give herself to him fully” that Quinn decided to take action. Mr. Scheuster ran the rest of the class after the many protests from the other glee clubbers, Quinn glaring at the new boy the entire time. He was imposing in a very big way, and no one imposes on Quinn Fabray unless they want to end up screwed.
That Friday after class, as everyone filed out, Quinn grabbed Jesse by the wrist. He spun around confused as she glared at him, waiting until the room was empty. Rachel shot Quinn a concerned look, but Quinn glared it off, furious with her girlfriend for getting so invested with him. Finally, when the two were left alone, Quinn threw his hand back to him. “The girl is mine. Back. The fuck. Off.” Quinn glared at him once more and began to storm off when she heard a snicker. She turned to see Jesse looking rather amused at Quinn’s words. She marched back to him and slapped him across the face. “You fuckin heard me St. James. Rachel Berry is my girlfriend. Not yours. Stay the fuck away from her or you’ll wish you never came here. Understand?” She didn’t wait for a response, she just left.
After slamming the choir room door shut, the blond walked almost immediately into Rachel, who had been waiting for her outside curiously. She looked very concerned; she had clearly seen Quinn smack Jesse. “Q-Quinn, baby, why did you do that?” she asked softly, though she knew the answer. Quinn just stared down angrily at the brunette. She didn’t want to respond, she just wanted Rachel to know that she was hers and no one else’s, especially not Jesse’s. Finally she looked Rachel in the eyes. “Eight o’clock, my house, don’t be late.” Quinn left in a huff as Rachel watched her leave. Jesse walked out, still stunned from his encounter, saw Rachel, and took off in the other direction, his eyes wide as saucers.
Rachel pulled up in front of the Fabray household at 7:57, not one to be tardy. She walked cautiously up to the door and rang the bell, getting an almost immediate response as the door swung open. Rachel gaped.
Quinn was in a black corset and nothing else. Her hair was down and wavy, like Rachel always liked it, wearing that same glare she had worn in school. Rachel understood and immediately stepped inside as the door shut loudly behind her. She turned to her girlfriend, very concerned but strangely turned on. “Umm, Quinn…you look-you look lovely, but where are your parents?” Rachel asked weakly, transfixed by her girlfriends outfit. “Out. For a while.” Quinn replied coldly. She looked the smaller girl over once, then muttered, “upstairs, now.” She watched as Rachel nodded submissively and walked quickly up the stairs while Quinn took her sweet time and smiled smugly.
When Quinn arrived, Rachel was sitting on the bed, toying with her skirt anxiously. “Did I say you could sit? I don’t think so Rachel,” Quinn growled. Rachel sprung up and put her hands by her sides. Quinn walked over slowly and ran a finger down her girlfriend’s chest. She stopped at the hem of another one of Rachel’s ridiculous skirts and ran her finger over it smoothly.
“Rachel, Rachel, Rachel. You’ve been such a little slut lately.” Rachel opened her mouth to protest but immediately shut it at the sight of Quinn’s harsh glare. “Flirting it up with the enemy, leading him on, making him think you’re some innocent virgin. You’re such a little tease babe. I fuck you senseless regularly. I fucked you so hard last Saturday you didn’t-no…couldn’t leave my bed until Sunday night.” Rachel blushed and looked down, though Quinn just picked her face up by her chin. “How do you think all of this makes me feel baby? That some prick from our rival school thinks he has you in the palm of his fucking hand? And what about me? Have I ever even come up? Have you told him you’re gay and in a very, very committed relationship? Well?” Rachel was trembling, though unbeknownst to Quinn, with horniness not fear. Rachel could feel herself soaking through her panties as she shook her head no to her girlfriend’s questions. Quinn smirked a bit and suddenly grabbed the hem of the skirt and hiked it up so the bottom of the skirt fell just above tan thighs.
Quinn slowly reached down and cupped Rachel’s wet sex. The smaller girl shuddered eagerly and released a weak whimper. “Oh my baby, you’re soaking. Do you like when I get like this; so possessive over you? Such a fucking slut baby, my slut, got that?” Quinn began stroking her thumb over Rachel’s panty-clad clit. Rachel nodded eagerly, begging Quinn to take her. “Say it Rachel, tell me you’re mine. I want you to know that.” Rachel, whose eyes had clamped shut, weakly opened them to stare into the piercing hazel eyes before her. “I’m y-y-yours Quinn. Aaaall yours baby. Please? P-please fuck me now?” she whined hopefully. She couldn’t wait any more and frankly neither could Quinn.
The blonde dove onto Rachel’s neck and began sucking, determined to leave a mark. This was an understanding between the two girls; this mark would be a message to anyone and everyone who came near Rachel that she was property of Quinn Fabray. Quinn’s hand roughly tugged down on Rachel’s panties as the girl fell backwards onto the bed. Before the blonde went down with the brunette, she admired the underwear she was holding-glistening with Rachel’s want. “All for you, baby, that’s what you do to me Q,” Rachel whined, telling Quinn exactly what she needed to hear. Quinn dove on top, placing both tan legs on her shoulders and dove in for the main course.
Quinn’s tongue glided up and down Rachel’s slit several times, as she enjoying teasing the girl. Rachel was whimpering and thrusting her hips forward desperately before Quinn shoved two fingers easily inside, causing a wail of ecstasy. She pumped furiously, licking Rachel’s folds delicately but refusing to let her girlfriend have release. Rachel was moaning and whimpering incoherent pleas to her girlfriend, near tears with want. Quinn just continued to suck on Rachel’s folds and thrust mercilessly inside of her. Finally, Quinn decided Rachel had suffered enough, and she now understood not to lead people, especially boys, on again. “Ready for the finale Rach?” Quinn growled. Rachel nodded erratically. Just to double check, Quinn looked up, and barked her command, “You never flirt with anyone, you never kiss anyone, you never fucking touch anyone else, got that?” Rachel whined like an animal, nodding and managing to make some moderately coherent “yes baby’s.” Quinn was satisfied and clamped down on Rachel’s clit, sucking it lightly and running her tongue over it with gusto. Rachel screamed and screamed and did something she never had before. She squirted all over Quinn’s fingers and mouth. She wailed, thrusting her hips at whatever would touch her, continuing to soak the sheets and her girlfriend, before falling to the mattress, exhausted. Rachel panted while Quinn cleaned up with her tongue, enjoying what had just conspired. Finally the blonde made her way up to Rachel’s face, kissing a trail up her body, before taking the girl in her arms.
Rachel, whose eyes were now closed gently from exhaustion, turned into her girlfriend cozily. “Quinn…..it was never like that before baby. I never…I never…” Rachel felt wildly embarrassed before managing to squeak out “I never came like that before.” Quinn grinned smugly. “I’m the only one who will ever make you cum like that Rachel. That’s how you cum when you belong to someone.” She expected a response, but only heard heavy breathing. Rachel had fallen asleep. Quinn smiled to herself and held the girl tightly as they fell asleep.
That Monday, as the club came walked into the choir room, Quinn walked to the door and closed it, then walked back to her chair but remained standing. “Where’s Mr. Scheu?” Artie asked confused, looking around to see if he’d missed him. “Mr. Scheu is gonna be a few minutes late, I bribed a football player to ask a question about the homework. I’m making an announcement,” Quinn declared and pulled an unsuspecting Rachel up by the wrist and dragged her to the front of the class. Jesse had an idea of what was coming and broke into a nervous sweat.
Quinn surveyed the room before linking her hand with Rachel’s. “Rachel and I are dating. She is mine. If you so much as look at her funny, there will be serious hell to pay, understand everyone?” The entirety of the club gaped at the blonde, confused at where the punch-line was to this very bizarre joke. Quinn sighed, turned to her girlfriend and pulled her into an overly passionate kiss that lasted a good two minutes before she broke away. The room was still gaping, but now understood that Quinn was being quite serious. “Ummm, we…we understand Quinn……no one will make a move on Rachel ever again” Jesse said weakly. Puck and Finn nodded, stunned. Quinn nodded to reinforce her statement as Mr. Scheuster walked in. “Hey guys, sorry I’m late. Um…what’d I miss?”
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