Fic: The Feel Good Drag
Title: The Feel Good Drag
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1045
Spoilers: None really
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
A/N: For glee_kink_meme Prompt under the cut. I originally posted this anonymously, but decided that I would put it on my journal. Title from the Anberlin song by the same name.
Prompt: Rachel/Quinn, strap-on. I don't care who wears it or what they do with it otherwise as long as whoever's wearing it gets really turned on by the other "giving her a blowjob." Unexpectedly, or even shyly asking for it?
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Quinn was always good. She had always done what was expected of her, most of the time exceeding the expectations of others. She never did anything that could be considered out of the ordinary. She did nothing that was immoral according to the church. Being a royal bitch to everyone around her didn’t count. The point was, she was a good girl. At night when she lay in bed and those horribly wonderful thoughts would come to her, she clenched her legs tightly together, never touching herself. She did the right things.
Until Rachel.
Now it seemed like everything she did was bad. But it was bad in such a good way that she couldn’t even begin to feel guilt over it. At least not while it was happening.
When Rachel pulled out a package that had come in the mail earlier that day, Quinn looked at the contents with a sudden fascination. She hadn’t ever thought about it before, but when Rachel removed the silicon phallus from the box, Quinn knew she had to wear it.
When she tightened the straps around her thighs, around her waist, Quinn felt a rush of power. She looked at herself in the mirror, nipples already hard, and the pale appendage hanging between her legs. She grinned once, fleetingly, and opened the door back to Rachel’s bedroom.
Rachel was waiting for her, sitting at the edge of the bed, still dressed. Quinn raised an eyebrow at her, wondering why she hadn’t stripped yet, but approached anyway. Rachel looked at her, wide-eyed and slack jawed. Quinn felt a tightening in the pit of her stomach as she saw Rachel look at her new addition. And it was heady, that rush of power, of knowing what she would soon be doing to Rachel with it. She could feel herself heating up as Rachel reached out, almost tentatively. When the brunette ran her finger along its length, Quinn let out a low groan. She blushed bright red, right down to her chest. It was ridiculous, she knew. I mean, it wasn’t like she could feel it, but just, the awe in her girlfriend’s face as she looked at it. She couldn’t help it.
Rachel looked up in alarm, and Quinn tried to avert her gaze, but the brown eyes before her were darker than she’d ever seen, and it was intoxicating. She swallowed hard, Rachel had her-no, the cock-cupped in her hand, and was rubbing her thumb over the tip. Quinn’s hips bucked once in response, and Rachel smirked.
“Do you like that, baby?”
Quinn groaned again, feeling herself growing wetter at the tone in Rachel’s voice. “Yes,” she whimpered.
Rachel, one hand still gripping the length of the fake cock, slid the other hand up Quinn’s taut stomach, pressing lightly low on her abdomen. Quinn lost it. She leaned forward, ripping Rachel’s shirt from her body and quickly undoing her bra, tossing it aside. She groped Rachel’s breasts, pinching the nipples roughly as Rachel gasped. Quinn kissed her, hard, then pulled back with a grimace. She was so turned on she could barely think, but she just wanted so badly.
Rachel looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. Quinn just stared when Rachel’s hands tugged on her hips, pulling her closer. She felt her mouth go dry as Rachel’s eyes started at her own, and then moved down to find herself eye level with the object of Quinn’s current obsession. And it was just so hot to see Rachel look at it, that Quinn didn’t even realize she opened her mouth. “Please.”
The brunette looked up, “Please what, Quinn?”
Quinn whimpered, her hips moving slightly in a hint.
“Do you want my mouth?”
“Oh god, Rach. Please.”
She watched as Rachel opened her mouth, her tongue peeking out. Rachel tilted the cock up, running her tongue from its base to the tip and Quinn nearly came at that sight. But then Rachel took it into her mouth and the pressure from her moving down it pressed the lovely insert against Quinn’s clit, just the slightest bit of friction, but it was enough for Quinn to moan loudly, eyes snapping shut at the feeling. She didn’t keep her eyes closed for long though. She had to see this. With each stroke Rachel made, Quinn’s hips bucked just a little, and she suddenly found her hands fisted in chestnut tresses. She was overloading. Her heart was racing, and everything was just too much. She pulled away from Rachel, dropping to her knees to tug at the girl’s jeans. Why did she choose jeans instead of her regular skirt today?
Her fingers were fumbling, and Rachel’s own covered hers, moving them aside to take care of the pesky buttons on her own. Through a joint effort, the jeans were torn off, along with the underwear and Rachel moved back up the bed. Quinn quickly followed her, and with no pretense she slipped inside of the smaller girl. Rachel’s eyes closed in a mix of pleasure and pain as the phallus stretched her oh so sweetly. Quinn wanted to wait, she really did, but the time that Rachel had spent giving her a blow job was already too long for her to put anything else off. She quickly set a steady rhythm, her hips canting up to thrust into Rachel. Their moans were filling the air around them, their pace frenzied as she buried herself in Rachel over and over again. And then it was-well, Quinn had never understood penis envy-she really hadn’t, but when Rachel, in between thrusts, managed to gasp out, “You’re so big, Quinn.” And then Rachel was coming, and Quinn just couldn’t stop it from happening. Her body shook, shuddered and she came harder than she ever had, hips moving erratically as she imagined Rachel clenching around her.
She collapsed on top of the other girl, gasping for breath, still buried deep inside Rachel.
“That was fun,” Rachel breathed, wincing when Quinn pulled out slowly.
Quinn chuckled, still slightly embarrassed.
“You were hot,” Rachel continued. “And that was fantastic.”
Quinn smiled, because yeah, she was no longer the good girl, but at least her girlfriend thought she was fantastic. And that was good enough for her.
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1045
Spoilers: None really
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
A/N: For glee_kink_meme Prompt under the cut. I originally posted this anonymously, but decided that I would put it on my journal. Title from the Anberlin song by the same name.
Prompt: Rachel/Quinn, strap-on. I don't care who wears it or what they do with it otherwise as long as whoever's wearing it gets really turned on by the other "giving her a blowjob." Unexpectedly, or even shyly asking for it?
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Quinn was always good. She had always done what was expected of her, most of the time exceeding the expectations of others. She never did anything that could be considered out of the ordinary. She did nothing that was immoral according to the church. Being a royal bitch to everyone around her didn’t count. The point was, she was a good girl. At night when she lay in bed and those horribly wonderful thoughts would come to her, she clenched her legs tightly together, never touching herself. She did the right things.
Until Rachel.
Now it seemed like everything she did was bad. But it was bad in such a good way that she couldn’t even begin to feel guilt over it. At least not while it was happening.
When Rachel pulled out a package that had come in the mail earlier that day, Quinn looked at the contents with a sudden fascination. She hadn’t ever thought about it before, but when Rachel removed the silicon phallus from the box, Quinn knew she had to wear it.
When she tightened the straps around her thighs, around her waist, Quinn felt a rush of power. She looked at herself in the mirror, nipples already hard, and the pale appendage hanging between her legs. She grinned once, fleetingly, and opened the door back to Rachel’s bedroom.
Rachel was waiting for her, sitting at the edge of the bed, still dressed. Quinn raised an eyebrow at her, wondering why she hadn’t stripped yet, but approached anyway. Rachel looked at her, wide-eyed and slack jawed. Quinn felt a tightening in the pit of her stomach as she saw Rachel look at her new addition. And it was heady, that rush of power, of knowing what she would soon be doing to Rachel with it. She could feel herself heating up as Rachel reached out, almost tentatively. When the brunette ran her finger along its length, Quinn let out a low groan. She blushed bright red, right down to her chest. It was ridiculous, she knew. I mean, it wasn’t like she could feel it, but just, the awe in her girlfriend’s face as she looked at it. She couldn’t help it.
Rachel looked up in alarm, and Quinn tried to avert her gaze, but the brown eyes before her were darker than she’d ever seen, and it was intoxicating. She swallowed hard, Rachel had her-no, the cock-cupped in her hand, and was rubbing her thumb over the tip. Quinn’s hips bucked once in response, and Rachel smirked.
“Do you like that, baby?”
Quinn groaned again, feeling herself growing wetter at the tone in Rachel’s voice. “Yes,” she whimpered.
Rachel, one hand still gripping the length of the fake cock, slid the other hand up Quinn’s taut stomach, pressing lightly low on her abdomen. Quinn lost it. She leaned forward, ripping Rachel’s shirt from her body and quickly undoing her bra, tossing it aside. She groped Rachel’s breasts, pinching the nipples roughly as Rachel gasped. Quinn kissed her, hard, then pulled back with a grimace. She was so turned on she could barely think, but she just wanted so badly.
Rachel looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. Quinn just stared when Rachel’s hands tugged on her hips, pulling her closer. She felt her mouth go dry as Rachel’s eyes started at her own, and then moved down to find herself eye level with the object of Quinn’s current obsession. And it was just so hot to see Rachel look at it, that Quinn didn’t even realize she opened her mouth. “Please.”
The brunette looked up, “Please what, Quinn?”
Quinn whimpered, her hips moving slightly in a hint.
“Do you want my mouth?”
“Oh god, Rach. Please.”
She watched as Rachel opened her mouth, her tongue peeking out. Rachel tilted the cock up, running her tongue from its base to the tip and Quinn nearly came at that sight. But then Rachel took it into her mouth and the pressure from her moving down it pressed the lovely insert against Quinn’s clit, just the slightest bit of friction, but it was enough for Quinn to moan loudly, eyes snapping shut at the feeling. She didn’t keep her eyes closed for long though. She had to see this. With each stroke Rachel made, Quinn’s hips bucked just a little, and she suddenly found her hands fisted in chestnut tresses. She was overloading. Her heart was racing, and everything was just too much. She pulled away from Rachel, dropping to her knees to tug at the girl’s jeans. Why did she choose jeans instead of her regular skirt today?
Her fingers were fumbling, and Rachel’s own covered hers, moving them aside to take care of the pesky buttons on her own. Through a joint effort, the jeans were torn off, along with the underwear and Rachel moved back up the bed. Quinn quickly followed her, and with no pretense she slipped inside of the smaller girl. Rachel’s eyes closed in a mix of pleasure and pain as the phallus stretched her oh so sweetly. Quinn wanted to wait, she really did, but the time that Rachel had spent giving her a blow job was already too long for her to put anything else off. She quickly set a steady rhythm, her hips canting up to thrust into Rachel. Their moans were filling the air around them, their pace frenzied as she buried herself in Rachel over and over again. And then it was-well, Quinn had never understood penis envy-she really hadn’t, but when Rachel, in between thrusts, managed to gasp out, “You’re so big, Quinn.” And then Rachel was coming, and Quinn just couldn’t stop it from happening. Her body shook, shuddered and she came harder than she ever had, hips moving erratically as she imagined Rachel clenching around her.
She collapsed on top of the other girl, gasping for breath, still buried deep inside Rachel.
“That was fun,” Rachel breathed, wincing when Quinn pulled out slowly.
Quinn chuckled, still slightly embarrassed.
“You were hot,” Rachel continued. “And that was fantastic.”
Quinn smiled, because yeah, she was no longer the good girl, but at least her girlfriend thought she was fantastic. And that was good enough for her.