Fic: Breath Me
Title: Breathe Me
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brittany/Quinn/Rachel/Santana, Quinn/Rachel, Quinn/Brittany, Quinn/Santana (lol I know it's a lot.)
Prompt(s): This one is from anomalousalanna.
Summary: This is the evolution of an OT4.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: I wanted to do a simple Rachel/Quinn, iTunes meme and anomalousalanna was demanding and wanted porn. Specifically this particular group of pairings. So, this is what happened. This isn't my Thanksgiving fic. Expect that later today, but for now I hope you enjoy.
Sunday Morning - Maroon 5
The sound of rain beating gently against her window caused Quinn to stir. The room had chilled considerably and she turned to her right, cuddling into the warm body next to her. Hazel eyes reluctantly parted and she sighed happily, burying her nose into the sleep warmed skin of a delicate neck. Dark curls tickled her nose. They smelled of sweat and herbal shampoo and her lips pressed lightly against the sensitive skin just below the tanned earlobe of Santana Lopez. The brunette cheerleader whimpered softly, her dark eyes fluttering open to meet Quinn's. She smiled lazily and tilted her head, giving Quinn more access.
Quinn's fingers reached out as her lips made their way over the slender column of Santana's neck, down to her clavicle, stroking up the longer arm that was wrapped securely along the Latina's hip. They didn't stop until they brushed over tiny pink nipples that hardened instantly. They teased and pulled as Quinn's mouth marred otherwise perfect tan skin and Santana's soft moans were matched with Brittany's. Groaning, the ex-cheerleader brought her lips to first Santana's and then the other blonde's. Not enjoying the sudden lack of attention, Santana joined in the kiss and it was hard to tell which tongue belonged to whom.
A hand snaked between her legs and soft, full lips traveled over shoulder and to her neck. Quinn moaned as long fingers found their way into her long,blonde locks, tugging her backward, so that Rachel Berry's teeth could sink into the juncture between where Quinn's neck and shoulder met. She cried out, shiver as the singer's fingers slipped through her wetness and deep inside.
The rain grew heavier against the window, drowning out the sighs and moans of their passion. As Quinn felt herself climbing higher and higher, egged on by the sights and sounds of the girls around her, her mind drifted a little, remembering how they'd ended up in this place.
Bandages - Cherry Monroe
Santana's fingers dug almost painfully into her scalp as hips bucked against her seeking tongue. It was getting harder and harder for the girl to muffle her guttural moans, signaling that she was close. Quinn's teeth bit down on the tiny bundle of nerves ruthlessly, and Santana let out an inaudible gasp and she shivered and came undone. Quinn licked greedily that the wetness, attempting to clean it up, but enjoying the fact that it only seemed to make the girl gush more.
"Enough!" Santana said, shoving Quinn away almost roughly. She turned to the mirror, fixing her appearance as the blonde rose from her knees. She grabbed a discarded shirt from the floor and wiped her mouth. "I'm glad that thing hasn't prevented you from dropping to your knees. Though if you had just done that in the first place, you wouldn't be in this mess."
Quinn refused to speak, instead opting to glare at the girl as their eyes met in the mirror. She and Santana had been "dating" since long before Finn and Puck had ever come into her sights. In fact, it had been Santana's idea that they should take up with them. The perfect cover up. Until Quinn had dared to step outside of the other girl's perfect little plan. She still didn't know why she'd done it. She guessed it was the sick part of her that hoped that Santana would get jealous, make some grand gesture of her feelings for theblonde. And it had worked, Santana had certainly been jealous, but there had been no grand gesture. Only contempt.
Because even though Santana cared for Quinn more than she had anyone else in the world, Quinn knew she'd never say the words.
Halo/Walking on Sunshine - Cast of Glee
Quinn's breath hitched as the long, thick silicon pressed forward and Brittany's hips fitted against her backside. "Faster," she growled out, her knees spreading slightly so that the blonde had more room to work with. Brittany was only too happy to oblige. Her hips canted forward, causing the phallus to press against the spot that made stars appear behind Quinn's eyes. Brittany's fingers held on to her slightly expanded hips, thrusting deeper and harder, just the way Quinn liked it. Two more thrusts and Quinn leaned forward, burying her face in Brittany's pillow, crying out her release.
Brittany was careful as she pulled away from Quinn, taking the time to discard the strap-on before climbing back onto the bed. She smiled brightly at Quinn, brushing the wet,blonde strands away from the ex-cheerleader's face before leaning forward and kissing her forehead and then her cheeks and finally her lips. Their kiss wasunrushed and full of subtle meanings that made Quinn feel warm inside.
This had been born after a particularly heated fight with Santana that had had Quinn thinking it would just be easy to hate her. She had to admit that at first she'd just been using Brittany, taking the comfort and love that the blue-eyed girl gave with such abandon that she'd been helpless against it. It felt so good to be loved by someone like that. Especially when the person you loved refused to love you in return. And Quinn knew that she was selfish because she didn't love Brittany the way the girl seemed to guilelessly love her, but she care for the girl far more than she ever thought she would. How could she not? Brittany was rainbows and butterflies and sunshine.
And maybe one day Quinn would fall madly in love with her, but for now she was willing to take what she could get.
Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne
When Rachel Berry had confronted her about knowledge of her relationship with Santana, she'd expected their to be angry words and threats of destruction to issued. She expected to have the girl trembling in fear, afraid to turn even the street corner for fear that Quinn would be there.
And there had been.
For a full five minutes before Rachel had shoved her back against the piano in the practice room and told Quinn in no uncertain terms that Santana wasn't good enough for her. She stated that she knew that Quinn had been watching her during practice with a growing interest and that they were far better suited for one another.
Quinn had denied it. She'd told her she was crazy. But then lips were swallowing her words and she couldn't deny the whimper that escaped as a tongue moved against her own, proving that Rachel's mouth was more than just an instrument for music. Nor could she deny the gasp that came as the brunette's thigh slipped between her own, or the shameless way she grabbed Rachel's hips, pulling her close and grinding down against her leg.
She'd gone off like a rocket, shaking and shivering as she came. Her fingers had by-passed that blue skirt and soft, satin panties, seeking wet heat long before Quinn knew what she was doing. She held on to Rachel, her digits curling ruthlessly inside of the girl as the singer's moans filling her mouth as they kissed. They didn't stop until she'd managed to get Rachel pinned against the piano and she was coming for a third time.
She wasn't sure if Rachel was better than Santana, but she would certainly give her a run for her money.
Explode - Uh Huh Her
Quinn had managed to keep them all apart for two months and was somehow still going out with Finn, but her luck soon ran out. Her first mistake had been to break up with the dumb jock. After that Santana had been pressing her to find a new "guy" and Rachel was pressuring her to make her the new "guy" officially. And while Brittany never asked for anything, Quinn had started to feel bad. Yet, try as she might, she couldn't pick just one because she wasn't willing to let another go.
And that was what she told them when they'd confronted her.
None of them had been pleased with that decision, but none of them seemed to want to back down either. So, they let Quinn distract them with kisses, neither willing to leave before another. And it didn't take much pushing on her part, because it seemed like Rachel and Brittany really wanted to kiss one another, for them all to climb onto her bed and remove their clothes.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brittany/Quinn/Rachel/Santana, Quinn/Rachel, Quinn/Brittany, Quinn/Santana (lol I know it's a lot.)
Prompt(s): This one is from anomalousalanna.
Summary: This is the evolution of an OT4.
Disclaimer: haha...please. If I owned them, they'd so do it every chance they got.
A/N: I wanted to do a simple Rachel/Quinn, iTunes meme and anomalousalanna was demanding and wanted porn. Specifically this particular group of pairings. So, this is what happened. This isn't my Thanksgiving fic. Expect that later today, but for now I hope you enjoy.
Sunday Morning - Maroon 5
The sound of rain beating gently against her window caused Quinn to stir. The room had chilled considerably and she turned to her right, cuddling into the warm body next to her. Hazel eyes reluctantly parted and she sighed happily, burying her nose into the sleep warmed skin of a delicate neck. Dark curls tickled her nose. They smelled of sweat and herbal shampoo and her lips pressed lightly against the sensitive skin just below the tanned earlobe of Santana Lopez. The brunette cheerleader whimpered softly, her dark eyes fluttering open to meet Quinn's. She smiled lazily and tilted her head, giving Quinn more access.
Quinn's fingers reached out as her lips made their way over the slender column of Santana's neck, down to her clavicle, stroking up the longer arm that was wrapped securely along the Latina's hip. They didn't stop until they brushed over tiny pink nipples that hardened instantly. They teased and pulled as Quinn's mouth marred otherwise perfect tan skin and Santana's soft moans were matched with Brittany's. Groaning, the ex-cheerleader brought her lips to first Santana's and then the other blonde's. Not enjoying the sudden lack of attention, Santana joined in the kiss and it was hard to tell which tongue belonged to whom.
A hand snaked between her legs and soft, full lips traveled over shoulder and to her neck. Quinn moaned as long fingers found their way into her long,blonde locks, tugging her backward, so that Rachel Berry's teeth could sink into the juncture between where Quinn's neck and shoulder met. She cried out, shiver as the singer's fingers slipped through her wetness and deep inside.
The rain grew heavier against the window, drowning out the sighs and moans of their passion. As Quinn felt herself climbing higher and higher, egged on by the sights and sounds of the girls around her, her mind drifted a little, remembering how they'd ended up in this place.
Bandages - Cherry Monroe
Santana's fingers dug almost painfully into her scalp as hips bucked against her seeking tongue. It was getting harder and harder for the girl to muffle her guttural moans, signaling that she was close. Quinn's teeth bit down on the tiny bundle of nerves ruthlessly, and Santana let out an inaudible gasp and she shivered and came undone. Quinn licked greedily that the wetness, attempting to clean it up, but enjoying the fact that it only seemed to make the girl gush more.
"Enough!" Santana said, shoving Quinn away almost roughly. She turned to the mirror, fixing her appearance as the blonde rose from her knees. She grabbed a discarded shirt from the floor and wiped her mouth. "I'm glad that thing hasn't prevented you from dropping to your knees. Though if you had just done that in the first place, you wouldn't be in this mess."
Quinn refused to speak, instead opting to glare at the girl as their eyes met in the mirror. She and Santana had been "dating" since long before Finn and Puck had ever come into her sights. In fact, it had been Santana's idea that they should take up with them. The perfect cover up. Until Quinn had dared to step outside of the other girl's perfect little plan. She still didn't know why she'd done it. She guessed it was the sick part of her that hoped that Santana would get jealous, make some grand gesture of her feelings for theblonde. And it had worked, Santana had certainly been jealous, but there had been no grand gesture. Only contempt.
Because even though Santana cared for Quinn more than she had anyone else in the world, Quinn knew she'd never say the words.
Halo/Walking on Sunshine - Cast of Glee
Quinn's breath hitched as the long, thick silicon pressed forward and Brittany's hips fitted against her backside. "Faster," she growled out, her knees spreading slightly so that the blonde had more room to work with. Brittany was only too happy to oblige. Her hips canted forward, causing the phallus to press against the spot that made stars appear behind Quinn's eyes. Brittany's fingers held on to her slightly expanded hips, thrusting deeper and harder, just the way Quinn liked it. Two more thrusts and Quinn leaned forward, burying her face in Brittany's pillow, crying out her release.
Brittany was careful as she pulled away from Quinn, taking the time to discard the strap-on before climbing back onto the bed. She smiled brightly at Quinn, brushing the wet,blonde strands away from the ex-cheerleader's face before leaning forward and kissing her forehead and then her cheeks and finally her lips. Their kiss wasunrushed and full of subtle meanings that made Quinn feel warm inside.
This had been born after a particularly heated fight with Santana that had had Quinn thinking it would just be easy to hate her. She had to admit that at first she'd just been using Brittany, taking the comfort and love that the blue-eyed girl gave with such abandon that she'd been helpless against it. It felt so good to be loved by someone like that. Especially when the person you loved refused to love you in return. And Quinn knew that she was selfish because she didn't love Brittany the way the girl seemed to guilelessly love her, but she care for the girl far more than she ever thought she would. How could she not? Brittany was rainbows and butterflies and sunshine.
And maybe one day Quinn would fall madly in love with her, but for now she was willing to take what she could get.
Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne
When Rachel Berry had confronted her about knowledge of her relationship with Santana, she'd expected their to be angry words and threats of destruction to issued. She expected to have the girl trembling in fear, afraid to turn even the street corner for fear that Quinn would be there.
And there had been.
For a full five minutes before Rachel had shoved her back against the piano in the practice room and told Quinn in no uncertain terms that Santana wasn't good enough for her. She stated that she knew that Quinn had been watching her during practice with a growing interest and that they were far better suited for one another.
Quinn had denied it. She'd told her she was crazy. But then lips were swallowing her words and she couldn't deny the whimper that escaped as a tongue moved against her own, proving that Rachel's mouth was more than just an instrument for music. Nor could she deny the gasp that came as the brunette's thigh slipped between her own, or the shameless way she grabbed Rachel's hips, pulling her close and grinding down against her leg.
She'd gone off like a rocket, shaking and shivering as she came. Her fingers had by-passed that blue skirt and soft, satin panties, seeking wet heat long before Quinn knew what she was doing. She held on to Rachel, her digits curling ruthlessly inside of the girl as the singer's moans filling her mouth as they kissed. They didn't stop until she'd managed to get Rachel pinned against the piano and she was coming for a third time.
She wasn't sure if Rachel was better than Santana, but she would certainly give her a run for her money.
Explode - Uh Huh Her
Quinn had managed to keep them all apart for two months and was somehow still going out with Finn, but her luck soon ran out. Her first mistake had been to break up with the dumb jock. After that Santana had been pressing her to find a new "guy" and Rachel was pressuring her to make her the new "guy" officially. And while Brittany never asked for anything, Quinn had started to feel bad. Yet, try as she might, she couldn't pick just one because she wasn't willing to let another go.
And that was what she told them when they'd confronted her.
None of them had been pleased with that decision, but none of them seemed to want to back down either. So, they let Quinn distract them with kisses, neither willing to leave before another. And it didn't take much pushing on her part, because it seemed like Rachel and Brittany really wanted to kiss one another, for them all to climb onto her bed and remove their clothes.