GLEE ANONYMOUS KINK MEME! - PART 5
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Rachel blushed and nodded.
Inwardly Quinn felt her stomach clench, her ego stroked with the knowledge that post-pregnancy she still had this type of power over people, her specifically.
“Tell me what you were thinking of.” She spoke softer now.
Rachel whimpered when that same finger trailed up the length of her thigh, her arousal coming back with a vengeance. “Y-you and I.” she pushed out trying to keep her tone level.
Completely releasing her hold on her hip Quinn trailed her other hand up her back, before winding her fingers through the thick brown hair and roughly pulling her head backwards, exposing her neck.
“Specifics Berry.” She growled.
“Fuck.” Rachel arched, the movement and vibration in her ear causing her hands to grip into Quinn’s thighs, it was then that she heard the faintest of moans fall from Quinn’s lips. And suddenly everything clicked into place, this wasn’t about Quinn making her feel embarrassed, or finding more to use against her, this was about Quinn.
“Tell me.” Quinn husked and tugged again, and this time Rachel didn’t stifle her groan.
“I was fucking you.” She whispered, then shook when Quinn grazed her teeth along the column of her throat.
“Have you thought of that before?”
“Yes.” She sighed when Quinn’s hand left her thigh but moaned when she felt the back of her knuckles against her ass, it meant only one thing, Quinn was touching herself. Although her fantasies always included it being her fingers she would take this as a victory, if she could get Quinn off with her words.
Quinn clamped her eyes shut as she cupped her sex, feeling the dampness through the thin material of her shorts. “How do I feel? When you think of me?” She breathed into the skin of her neck, exhaling then inhaling her scent.
“Warm.” Rachel whispered, “Wet.” Rachel increased her boldness, the damage had already been done, she might as well go down in flames. Her fingers gripped more firmly into Quinn’s thighs and she rolled her hips up, effectively pushing Quinn’s hand more firmly against her, then smiling when she heard her groan.
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“Sometimes.” Rachel whispered.
“Do you come for me?” Quinn bit into her shoulder and dipped her hand beneath the waistband of her gym shorts, gasping at just how wet she was.
“Always.” She husked and rolled her hips again. Her head was still thrown back against Quinn’s shoulder, and a fresh flow of moisture ran between her legs as she closed her eyes, rehashing old fantasies.
Slowly Quinn trailed her hand to meet with Rachel’s peeling her fingers from her thigh and moving it her own leg. “Do it now.” She commanded, moving Rachel hand to touch herself.
“Oh god.” Rachel’s head rolled forward and she opened her eyes, her stomach clenching seeing Quinn’s hand holding hers own against her soaked panties. She could not believe this was actually happening. “Fuck, Quinn.” She whined when Quinn quickly added more pressure before trailing her hand away to grip her trembling thigh, spreading them further. Slowly she raised her hand and slipped it beneath the thin material.
Quinn’s eyes widened and she exhaled shakily. She had never been more turned on in her entire life, her fingers started slowly stroking along her slit, gasping as they came to rest on her clit.
“Fuck yourself Rachel.”
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“Yes.” Quinn husked, mesmerized at the sight of that small hand moving in the confined space, the panties pulling from her body giving her the briefest of glimpses at what lay inside. Her hips jerked as she began circling her clit, her senses bathing in the feel of the small body pressed against her, the smell of arousal, the sound of her whimpers, “Talk to me.”
“I can feel you.” Rachel moaned, adding another finger to her endeavors, stretching and going deeper, “Touching yourself.”
“Do you wish it was your fingers?”
“God, yes.” Rachel breathed. “I’d make you feel so good.”
Quinn moaned at that, and didn’t doubt it’s truthfulness for a second. “What would you do to me?”
“Everything.” Rachel rasped, the heel of her palm hitting her clit with every thrust of her hand, “Fuck you, taste you, make you come.”
“Jesus Rachel.” Those dirty words coming from her full pouty lips shot heat to her center. Her fingers began making frantic motions circular patterns, pushing, pulling, toying, pinching, her orgasm building with each movement.
Rachel released her hold on Quinn’s thigh and reached backwards to wrap her fingers in Quinn’s hair, pulling her head further over her shoulder. “Watch,” She husked, her hand pumping more furiously. She could feel Quinn’s breasts pressed into her back, feel her hand moving quickly against her tailbone, hear her shallow breath in her ear, “Watch what you do to me.” She paused briefly, her breath catching in her throat, “What I could do to you.”
“Fuck.” Quinn whimpered. She could hear and see how wet she was and her clit pulsed erratically beneath her fingers.
“Yes.” Rachel growled, her hips beginning to quake knowing she was moments away from climaxing in front of Quinn for the second time.
“You want to come for me Rachel?” Quinn whispered.
“Oh god yes…” Rachel’s bucked into her hand, and tugged harder on Quinn’s hair making her cry out.
“Come.” Quinn growled.
“F-fuck, Quinn, fuck.” Rachel’s back arched to an impossible angle, her head falling back to Quinn’s shoulder as her hips shot from the bench, her entire being spasming and convulsing around her fingers, drenching her hand and seeping down her thigh.
Quinn immediately felt herself clench, hearing and seeing Rachel come apart robbing her of sound and breath. She came silently, shuddering and clamping her thighs together over her hand, only to spread them back apart as Rachel collapsed back down. She closed her eyes when Rachel fell lifeless against her body, breathing heavily. Her mind still couldn’t comprehend what just took place but her body continued to convulse in pleasure and as her hips jerked again Rachel sighed delightedly.
Taking a moment to compose herself Quinn searched for words, searched for an explanation, searched for anything to break the silence that Rachel seemed so content to stay in.
“That was.....unexpected.” She finally spoke then inwardly cringed when she felt Rachel shake lightly with laughter.
“Maybe for you.” With weak limbs she pushed herself up to look at her, the tousled hair, the flush cheeks, and all because of her, it was literally a dream come true.
------I'm considering continuing this...I can't seem to find an ending I enjoy. Idk....but this is all for now.
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Oh freaking hell. This part right here broke my brain. I don't know why I find the thought of Quinn looking over Rachel's shoulder so hot, but... goddamn.
Seriously, SERIOUSLY hot.
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you're one of my favourite faberry smut writers ever
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