fic: Sneaky sneaky
Title: Sneaky Sneaky
Author: flipflop555
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Quinn and Rachel feel like sneaking around in public....
Disclaimer: This is a total piece of fiction, I own nothing and no one involved
Word Count: 2120
A/N: Still bummeddddd that like no one commented on A Day In The Life, worked reallllllly hard on it but mehh, whatevers, enjoy this little thing before I go on vacation for a few days, comment away =)
The girls were liplocked before they even got to Rachel’s bedroom. Quinn had been teasing the brunette all day-wearing a criminally low cut shirt, gentling stroking Rachel’s tan skin during glee, making quiet whimpering noises whenever she could lean into her girlfriend’s ear. Rachel was hot and bothered by fifth period. She waited as patiently as she could after school as Quinn participated in Cheerios practice, but watching the limber blonde do high kicks didn’t help the situation whatsoever.
Rachel pulled Quinn away just before she could enter the locker room, and forced the blonde into a passionate kiss. After a few minutes, Quinn pulled back, breathless. “Baby, I need to shower, I’m all sweaty,” she whispered through panting.
Rachel grinned wickedly. “Doesn’t matter, sexy. I plan on getting you all sweaty anyways,” she replied before shoving her tongue down Quinn’s throat. Quinn moaned in response, gripping her girlfriend’ hips and pulling her closer. Rachel pushed Quinn into a wall and shoved her leg into the apex of the blonde’s thighs, releasing a strangled moan. “How horny are you baby?”
Quinn could barely talk, too busy with desperately humping Rachel’s thigh. “S-so horny baby, so wet for you,” she groaned. Rachel smirked and started leaving dark red hickeys up and down her girlfriend’s neck. Quinn moaned loudly, and it wasn’t until she heard her moans echoing off the walls that she realized exactly where they were. “B-baby, baby, let’s just go to your place…not in school, Rach,” Quinn mumbled.
Rachel shook her head as she nibbled on the fair skin beneath her. “I want you now, Quinn. I want you to fucking ride my thigh, know why?” Quinn shook her head. She loved when Rachel got into dirty talk, it was possibly her biggest turn on…well, besides doing it in public. “Cause that proves you’re a dirty slut, Quinn. Like a cat in fuckin’ heat, you need to get off right here, right now. Come on baby, riiiiide,” Rachel whispered encouragingly, pushing her thigh roughly into Quinn’s crotch. “I can feel you dripping through your panties baby, tell me how wet you are.”
Quinn just groaned, feeling unable to make a response. Rachel bit hard into one of the already angry looking hickeys. “I asked you a question, you dumb bitch. Now answer me.”
“I’m s-soaking for you, Rachel! My pussy needs you baby, p-pleeeease let me cream for you baby!” Quinn whimpered. Rachel giggled, licking Quinn’s neck soothingly.
“Did you think about me last night?” Quinn was caught off guard by the question. “I said did you think about me, Quinn? Did you play with yourself last night?”
“Y-y-yes, Rachel.”
“What were we doing, sweetheart?” The use of such a loving nickname while Rachel took Quinn roughly made the blonde smile a little; she knew Rachel never meant it when she called Quinn a dumb bitch or a stupid slut, but nonetheless it was nice to be called something more tender.
“I imagined we fucked on your parents bed…with the strap on,” Quinn whispered, ashamed of her love of fucking in taboo places. She pushed herself especially hard into Rachel’s leg at her admission of her fantasy and tightened her grip on the smaller girl’s shoulders.
“Ooooh, someone’s being naughty,” Rachel whispered with a giggle. “How were you touching yourself, hmmm?” Quinn paused, preparing her answer.
“I-I put three fingers in me…and I pinched my clit real hard, baby. Is that good, Rachel?” Rachel smiled proudly that Quinn was asking for approval on her masturbating. The brunette took tremendous pride in being able to dominate Quinn, but when she enforced just how the blonde could fuck herself, she thought she might’ve pushed the envelope too far. She was happily surprised when Quinn blushed and nodded, agreeing to Rachel’s code.
“Very good, Quinn, I’m very proud.” Quinn smiled bashfully, continuing to thrust herself onto her girlfriend. “Now, how ‘bout I let you cum before one of your Cheerio friends comes out, and then we go home and make your fantasy come true?” Quinn bit her lip and nodded sharply, whining her approval. Rachel jerked her knee up, and pushed Quinn just right. “Let it all out for me, slut,” Rachel husked into the blonde’s ear, nibbling the lobe. Quinn’s face clenched as she bit her lip hard and let out a strangled cry. With one final, loud moan, the taller girl went limp, clutching onto the brunette tightly.
Quinn took slow deep breaths while Rachel peppered her neck with kisses. “Thank you, Rachel.”
“Good girl, you’re learning your manners,” Rachel whispered. “Now let’s get home, I want you in your collar.” Quinn nodded deafly, still collecting herself from what had just ensued. Rachel backed away slowly and held out her for the blonde, who took it weakly and followed as Rachel scurried off with her in tow.
The car ride was filled with normal small talk; discussing the events of the day and the newest assignment in glee. If there was another person in the car, they would have no idea that Rachel wore the pants in the relationship, and they would have less than no idea that Quinn wore the collar.
Once the girls were at the door, Rachel opened it expectantly. Quinn entered the two-story house and stood with her hands behind her back, looking down sheepishly. Rachel nodded approvingly and walked languidly to her room on the second floor, enjoying that Quinn would wait in her spot until they had gone through the necessary procedure.
Rachel dug through her underwear drawer until she came upon the small wooden box. She opened it carefully and withdrew a black leather collar, wearing a huge smile the entire time. She iced her façade and walked downstairs, up to Quinn and put the smooth material around the girl’s neck. Just before putting the pin through the loop, she pulled back to make her usual speech. “You understand in letting me collar you, that you are now my bitch, my personal fuck-toy? And you know the safety word is mango?” Quinn nodded wordlessly. Rachel smiled approvingly as she put the collar on a comfortable loop.
“Go to my parents room and get naked, tease yourself until I tell you to stop, I’ll be in when I get around to it,” Rachel said coolly. Quinn nodded once and walked upstairs to the room adjacent to Rachel’s. Rachel grinned when she heard the door close and pulled out her math homework; she only had a few problems tonight but figured now was as good a time as any to get it done.
Fifteen minutes later, Rachel closed her book neatly and placed it in her backpack. She checked her watch and decided Quinn had waited enough. She walked up the stairs, making a point of being quiet so she could catch Quinn in the act. Rachel swung her dads door open to find Quinn, naked but for the collar, with her legs bent and spread, running two fingers up and down her slit and occasionally dusting over her stiff clit. Rachel grinned at how Quinn had followed her orders to a T.
“Well, look at you, taking directions like an obedient whore. At least we know you’re good for something,” Rachel sighed, admiring as Quinn didn’t miss a beat with Rachel in the room. The blonde whimpered slightly but maintained her pace. “So what was that dream you had, Q? Tell me about it…slowly.”
Quinn swallowed hard. “Y-you were fucking me r-r-right here, Rachel. On your dads bed w-with our biiig strap on, baby,” Quinn whined, her sex visibly twitching as she paid more attention to her clit. Rachel noticed this and slapped her hand away.
“You know better than that, Q. Now I’ll be back, I said tease you fucking bitch, tease that slutty pussy of yours, I’ll come back and fuck it right.” With that, Rachel was across the hall, pulling out the box from under her bed. She stripped her clothes off, and gently slid the harness around her hips snuggly, shuffling it around until the clit attachment was just so. With the dildo strapped in, she made her way down the hall and was met with the same sight of Quinn gently touching herself.
“How do you want it? Doggie style like the filthy bitch you are?” Rachel suggested with a hint of mocking in her voice. Quinn whined. “Must you be so insolent and not answer questions? If it wasn’t for the fact that my parents could be home any second, I’d spank you till you couldn’t sit for weeks.” Quinn visibly shuddered when Rachel mentioned her dads arrival; the rush of being caught turned Quinn on greatly. “Oh you like that?” Rachel started walking to the bed. “My daddies walking in and see you taking it from behind?” Quinn nodded, opening her eyes weakly to look into Rachel’s. “Maybe I’ll put it in your ass today. What if my daddies saw you with my big dildo stuffed in your slutty ass, Quinn? And what if I pinched your clit and you came for them? I bet you’d love that you cheap slut, cumming for an audience.” Quinn was panting as she nodded. Rachel smirked. “On your hands and knees, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Rachel swore she saw Quinn smile as she got into the requested position.
“I would put lube on here, but from the looks and,” Rachel swiped her finger over Quinn’s slippery wetness, “feel of things, I won’t really need to.” Before Quinn could respond, she was slammed forward and Rachel ruthlessly pushed all 9 inches in.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeeess,” Quinn hissed. Rachel withdrew until only the bulbous head was inside the blonde.
“I don’t hear begging!”
“Oh Rachel, pleeease, please master, oh Rachel I beg you, give it to me baby, fuck me right-yeeeeees!” The dildo was thrust back in with full force. “Again again again please!” Rachel smiled as she began to get into a nice, steady rhythm, pounding Quinn’s pussy from behind.
“Shit baby, you’re so tight,” Rachel hissed, pressing the front of her body to Quinn’s quivering back. She tugged the back of the collar lightly, pulling Quinn’s head back a bit. “Tell me how it feels inside you.”
“If feels increeeedible Rachel. I l-love you inside me, oh fuck yesss, so good and wet and tight for you, Rach, all for you,” Quinn whined, pushing her hips back to meet Rachel’s thick toy.
“Whose bitch are you?”
“I’m your bitch!”
“Tell me whose bitch you are!!”
“I’m yooooour bitch!!!!!”
Rachel snaked her hand around Quinn’s waist, her fingers dancing over Quinn’s clit tantalizingly.
“Rach!! We’re home!!” Quinn’s face dropped; Rachel’s dads were home.
“Rach, take it oooooooooooh yes!!” Quinn was about to tell Rachel to stop but Rachel pushed down on the girl’s clit forcefully. “B-baby, you need to stoooop.” Rachel rubbed the bundle of nerves in tight circles. She could feel the place where the silicon met Quinn’s entrance and could feel the muscles tightening. Quinn was about to cum.
“Rachy, you home?” One of Rachel’s dads called from downstairs.
“Yea!” Rachel responded, pinching Quinn’s clit roughly. The blonde shook violently, shoving her face into the sheets to muffle her animalistic screams. Rachel chuckled as the girl beneath her collapsed into a panting heap, the dildo still inside her. “If I were you Quinn, I’d go into that bathroom over there,” Rachel whispered playfully, pointing to the master bathroom. Quinn’s eyes shot open as she realized just what had transpired during her orgasm. The blonde sprang up like she had been electrocuted, slid off the dildo and ran into the bathroom as instructed. Rachel tucked herself under the covers just as the door swung open.
“Hey baby girl,” Rachel’s dad Mike said in a whisper.
Rachel rolled over, pretending to be asleep. “Hi daddy, I wasn’t feeling too well,” Rachel replied with a whisper of her own. Mike nodded.
“Yea, I figured when I came in and heard you from my room, you always sleep in here when you’re feeling bad. Want some soup?”
“No, no, I’m really just tired, I was going to nap for a bit, Quinn’s coming over soon, so I’ll get up in like 10 minutes.” Mike nodded approvingly.
“Well, your father and I will be in the kitchen if you need us.” Rachel smiled and rolled over, pretending to be asleep again. With that, Mike was gone and Rachel was sporting a ferocious grin. She slid the strap on off her body and went into the bathroom, where Quinn was cowering in the tub.
“Come on, silly. Now we need to figure out how to get you downstairs through the front door!”
Author: flipflop555
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Quinn and Rachel feel like sneaking around in public....
Disclaimer: This is a total piece of fiction, I own nothing and no one involved
Word Count: 2120
A/N: Still bummeddddd that like no one commented on A Day In The Life, worked reallllllly hard on it but mehh, whatevers, enjoy this little thing before I go on vacation for a few days, comment away =)
The girls were liplocked before they even got to Rachel’s bedroom. Quinn had been teasing the brunette all day-wearing a criminally low cut shirt, gentling stroking Rachel’s tan skin during glee, making quiet whimpering noises whenever she could lean into her girlfriend’s ear. Rachel was hot and bothered by fifth period. She waited as patiently as she could after school as Quinn participated in Cheerios practice, but watching the limber blonde do high kicks didn’t help the situation whatsoever.
Rachel pulled Quinn away just before she could enter the locker room, and forced the blonde into a passionate kiss. After a few minutes, Quinn pulled back, breathless. “Baby, I need to shower, I’m all sweaty,” she whispered through panting.
Rachel grinned wickedly. “Doesn’t matter, sexy. I plan on getting you all sweaty anyways,” she replied before shoving her tongue down Quinn’s throat. Quinn moaned in response, gripping her girlfriend’ hips and pulling her closer. Rachel pushed Quinn into a wall and shoved her leg into the apex of the blonde’s thighs, releasing a strangled moan. “How horny are you baby?”
Quinn could barely talk, too busy with desperately humping Rachel’s thigh. “S-so horny baby, so wet for you,” she groaned. Rachel smirked and started leaving dark red hickeys up and down her girlfriend’s neck. Quinn moaned loudly, and it wasn’t until she heard her moans echoing off the walls that she realized exactly where they were. “B-baby, baby, let’s just go to your place…not in school, Rach,” Quinn mumbled.
Rachel shook her head as she nibbled on the fair skin beneath her. “I want you now, Quinn. I want you to fucking ride my thigh, know why?” Quinn shook her head. She loved when Rachel got into dirty talk, it was possibly her biggest turn on…well, besides doing it in public. “Cause that proves you’re a dirty slut, Quinn. Like a cat in fuckin’ heat, you need to get off right here, right now. Come on baby, riiiiide,” Rachel whispered encouragingly, pushing her thigh roughly into Quinn’s crotch. “I can feel you dripping through your panties baby, tell me how wet you are.”
Quinn just groaned, feeling unable to make a response. Rachel bit hard into one of the already angry looking hickeys. “I asked you a question, you dumb bitch. Now answer me.”
“I’m s-soaking for you, Rachel! My pussy needs you baby, p-pleeeease let me cream for you baby!” Quinn whimpered. Rachel giggled, licking Quinn’s neck soothingly.
“Did you think about me last night?” Quinn was caught off guard by the question. “I said did you think about me, Quinn? Did you play with yourself last night?”
“Y-y-yes, Rachel.”
“What were we doing, sweetheart?” The use of such a loving nickname while Rachel took Quinn roughly made the blonde smile a little; she knew Rachel never meant it when she called Quinn a dumb bitch or a stupid slut, but nonetheless it was nice to be called something more tender.
“I imagined we fucked on your parents bed…with the strap on,” Quinn whispered, ashamed of her love of fucking in taboo places. She pushed herself especially hard into Rachel’s leg at her admission of her fantasy and tightened her grip on the smaller girl’s shoulders.
“Ooooh, someone’s being naughty,” Rachel whispered with a giggle. “How were you touching yourself, hmmm?” Quinn paused, preparing her answer.
“I-I put three fingers in me…and I pinched my clit real hard, baby. Is that good, Rachel?” Rachel smiled proudly that Quinn was asking for approval on her masturbating. The brunette took tremendous pride in being able to dominate Quinn, but when she enforced just how the blonde could fuck herself, she thought she might’ve pushed the envelope too far. She was happily surprised when Quinn blushed and nodded, agreeing to Rachel’s code.
“Very good, Quinn, I’m very proud.” Quinn smiled bashfully, continuing to thrust herself onto her girlfriend. “Now, how ‘bout I let you cum before one of your Cheerio friends comes out, and then we go home and make your fantasy come true?” Quinn bit her lip and nodded sharply, whining her approval. Rachel jerked her knee up, and pushed Quinn just right. “Let it all out for me, slut,” Rachel husked into the blonde’s ear, nibbling the lobe. Quinn’s face clenched as she bit her lip hard and let out a strangled cry. With one final, loud moan, the taller girl went limp, clutching onto the brunette tightly.
Quinn took slow deep breaths while Rachel peppered her neck with kisses. “Thank you, Rachel.”
“Good girl, you’re learning your manners,” Rachel whispered. “Now let’s get home, I want you in your collar.” Quinn nodded deafly, still collecting herself from what had just ensued. Rachel backed away slowly and held out her for the blonde, who took it weakly and followed as Rachel scurried off with her in tow.
The car ride was filled with normal small talk; discussing the events of the day and the newest assignment in glee. If there was another person in the car, they would have no idea that Rachel wore the pants in the relationship, and they would have less than no idea that Quinn wore the collar.
Once the girls were at the door, Rachel opened it expectantly. Quinn entered the two-story house and stood with her hands behind her back, looking down sheepishly. Rachel nodded approvingly and walked languidly to her room on the second floor, enjoying that Quinn would wait in her spot until they had gone through the necessary procedure.
Rachel dug through her underwear drawer until she came upon the small wooden box. She opened it carefully and withdrew a black leather collar, wearing a huge smile the entire time. She iced her façade and walked downstairs, up to Quinn and put the smooth material around the girl’s neck. Just before putting the pin through the loop, she pulled back to make her usual speech. “You understand in letting me collar you, that you are now my bitch, my personal fuck-toy? And you know the safety word is mango?” Quinn nodded wordlessly. Rachel smiled approvingly as she put the collar on a comfortable loop.
“Go to my parents room and get naked, tease yourself until I tell you to stop, I’ll be in when I get around to it,” Rachel said coolly. Quinn nodded once and walked upstairs to the room adjacent to Rachel’s. Rachel grinned when she heard the door close and pulled out her math homework; she only had a few problems tonight but figured now was as good a time as any to get it done.
Fifteen minutes later, Rachel closed her book neatly and placed it in her backpack. She checked her watch and decided Quinn had waited enough. She walked up the stairs, making a point of being quiet so she could catch Quinn in the act. Rachel swung her dads door open to find Quinn, naked but for the collar, with her legs bent and spread, running two fingers up and down her slit and occasionally dusting over her stiff clit. Rachel grinned at how Quinn had followed her orders to a T.
“Well, look at you, taking directions like an obedient whore. At least we know you’re good for something,” Rachel sighed, admiring as Quinn didn’t miss a beat with Rachel in the room. The blonde whimpered slightly but maintained her pace. “So what was that dream you had, Q? Tell me about it…slowly.”
Quinn swallowed hard. “Y-you were fucking me r-r-right here, Rachel. On your dads bed w-with our biiig strap on, baby,” Quinn whined, her sex visibly twitching as she paid more attention to her clit. Rachel noticed this and slapped her hand away.
“You know better than that, Q. Now I’ll be back, I said tease you fucking bitch, tease that slutty pussy of yours, I’ll come back and fuck it right.” With that, Rachel was across the hall, pulling out the box from under her bed. She stripped her clothes off, and gently slid the harness around her hips snuggly, shuffling it around until the clit attachment was just so. With the dildo strapped in, she made her way down the hall and was met with the same sight of Quinn gently touching herself.
“How do you want it? Doggie style like the filthy bitch you are?” Rachel suggested with a hint of mocking in her voice. Quinn whined. “Must you be so insolent and not answer questions? If it wasn’t for the fact that my parents could be home any second, I’d spank you till you couldn’t sit for weeks.” Quinn visibly shuddered when Rachel mentioned her dads arrival; the rush of being caught turned Quinn on greatly. “Oh you like that?” Rachel started walking to the bed. “My daddies walking in and see you taking it from behind?” Quinn nodded, opening her eyes weakly to look into Rachel’s. “Maybe I’ll put it in your ass today. What if my daddies saw you with my big dildo stuffed in your slutty ass, Quinn? And what if I pinched your clit and you came for them? I bet you’d love that you cheap slut, cumming for an audience.” Quinn was panting as she nodded. Rachel smirked. “On your hands and knees, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Rachel swore she saw Quinn smile as she got into the requested position.
“I would put lube on here, but from the looks and,” Rachel swiped her finger over Quinn’s slippery wetness, “feel of things, I won’t really need to.” Before Quinn could respond, she was slammed forward and Rachel ruthlessly pushed all 9 inches in.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeeess,” Quinn hissed. Rachel withdrew until only the bulbous head was inside the blonde.
“I don’t hear begging!”
“Oh Rachel, pleeease, please master, oh Rachel I beg you, give it to me baby, fuck me right-yeeeeees!” The dildo was thrust back in with full force. “Again again again please!” Rachel smiled as she began to get into a nice, steady rhythm, pounding Quinn’s pussy from behind.
“Shit baby, you’re so tight,” Rachel hissed, pressing the front of her body to Quinn’s quivering back. She tugged the back of the collar lightly, pulling Quinn’s head back a bit. “Tell me how it feels inside you.”
“If feels increeeedible Rachel. I l-love you inside me, oh fuck yesss, so good and wet and tight for you, Rach, all for you,” Quinn whined, pushing her hips back to meet Rachel’s thick toy.
“Whose bitch are you?”
“I’m your bitch!”
“Tell me whose bitch you are!!”
“I’m yooooour bitch!!!!!”
Rachel snaked her hand around Quinn’s waist, her fingers dancing over Quinn’s clit tantalizingly.
“Rach!! We’re home!!” Quinn’s face dropped; Rachel’s dads were home.
“Rach, take it oooooooooooh yes!!” Quinn was about to tell Rachel to stop but Rachel pushed down on the girl’s clit forcefully. “B-baby, you need to stoooop.” Rachel rubbed the bundle of nerves in tight circles. She could feel the place where the silicon met Quinn’s entrance and could feel the muscles tightening. Quinn was about to cum.
“Rachy, you home?” One of Rachel’s dads called from downstairs.
“Yea!” Rachel responded, pinching Quinn’s clit roughly. The blonde shook violently, shoving her face into the sheets to muffle her animalistic screams. Rachel chuckled as the girl beneath her collapsed into a panting heap, the dildo still inside her. “If I were you Quinn, I’d go into that bathroom over there,” Rachel whispered playfully, pointing to the master bathroom. Quinn’s eyes shot open as she realized just what had transpired during her orgasm. The blonde sprang up like she had been electrocuted, slid off the dildo and ran into the bathroom as instructed. Rachel tucked herself under the covers just as the door swung open.
“Hey baby girl,” Rachel’s dad Mike said in a whisper.
Rachel rolled over, pretending to be asleep. “Hi daddy, I wasn’t feeling too well,” Rachel replied with a whisper of her own. Mike nodded.
“Yea, I figured when I came in and heard you from my room, you always sleep in here when you’re feeling bad. Want some soup?”
“No, no, I’m really just tired, I was going to nap for a bit, Quinn’s coming over soon, so I’ll get up in like 10 minutes.” Mike nodded approvingly.
“Well, your father and I will be in the kitchen if you need us.” Rachel smiled and rolled over, pretending to be asleep again. With that, Mike was gone and Rachel was sporting a ferocious grin. She slid the strap on off her body and went into the bathroom, where Quinn was cowering in the tub.
“Come on, silly. Now we need to figure out how to get you downstairs through the front door!”