you can call me charlie - part five (end)
Title: You Can Call Me Charlie
Author:
kalexico
Pairing, Character(s): Naya Rivera/Dianna Agron
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 3006
Summary: Dianna likes to be called Charlie sometimes... Taken from this prompt at
glee_kink_meme.
Warnings: genderplay, strap-on
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part one, part two, part three, part four
A/N: Well, this is the last chapter. It’s been awesome writing this, but I felt like writing more would be dragging it out a bit. I also ran out of ideas and I think I included all the kinks the OP wanted.
This chapter was hard to write because I’ve never written anal before, so I hope it was not too shabby.
Thanks for reading and commenting! My ask box is still open. I also hope you will stick around for the sequel, “Turning the Tables”, where Naya takes charge. It’ll also be a short one, if not a one-off. It might take some time as I’m going to focus on my upcoming exams now, I’ve put it off long enough.
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It’s a hot summer day and Dianna is glad to spend it in the seclusion of the manse. She’s wearing bermuda swimshorts and a tight shirt she knows her girlfriend likes. A pair of aviators perched on her nose doesn’t stop her from leering at Naya, who has just decided to forego the bikini top. That toned back, those legs, that ass. She licks her lips without even realizing it.
She’s surprised when Telly holds a tissue in front of her. She takes her glasses off, looking at him questioningly.
He shrugs. “I thought you might need help catching your drool,” he explains nonchalantly.
She rolls her eyes and punches him playfully. “Honestly, look at her - can you blame me?"
Naya shifts in the lounge chair, providing Dianna with an even better view and making her grunt. “It’s fucking ridiculous,” she adds. “I feel like such a teenager when she gets like this.”
“She’s not even doing anything,” Telly points out.
Dianna throws her hands up. “I know! That’s my entire point. She’s not doing anything and I still feel like I could just -” she stops herself before she gives her friend too detailed information.
They’re silent for a while, Telly enjoying his magazine and Dianna enjoying the sight of her girlfriend. She’s not even pretending to be interested in The Lovely Bones anymore. She throws her head back and squints her eyes shut when Naya turns around and lies on her back. Her mind is clouded with one word: boobs.
“So, Charlie, huh?” Telly smirks after a while.
Dianna perks up at his words, a panic-stricken look on her face. She feels the blood rush to her cheeks and tries to splutter out an acceptable explanation, but finding herself unable to find one. “I… uh… we… how?”
“Naya is quite… vocal,” Telly winks.
“Fuck,” Dianna mutters. “Shit! Patrick and Courtney-”
“Went out, so they didn’t hear a thing,” he reassures her. “But really, Di. That and the clothes - you two got something going on?”
“No.” She tries to sound convincing, but fails miserably. “Look, it’s just… it’s just a thing between Naya and I, okay?”
“Sure,” he shrugs. “Whatever floats your boat.”
“Don’t you dare tweet about it!” she warns him, suddenly thinking of the possibility. He looks genuinely offended at that accusation and she feels a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry,” she offers. “I just… want to make sure. I swear to God, every word we utter gets analyzed over and over again and this is just not something I want the fandom to know. I mean, of course they know about the Charlie thing, but they don’t need to know the details.”
“It’s fine,” Telly smiles. “Why don’t you go and talk to her? I’m pretty sure you’re about to choke on your drool.”
She scoffs, but follows his advice and makes her way over to Naya.
When she sits down beside her, Naya looks up at her and smiles, leaning in for a kiss. Dianna mentally pouts that she can’t kiss Naya the way she really wants to, because that would be kind of awkward with Courtney lying next to her girlfriend. She decides a small nibble on her ear will do no harm and Naya giggles at the sensation.
Dianna leans back. “Can you lie on your stomach, please?”
“Why?” Naya asks, quirking an eyebrow, much like Quinn Fabray would do.
“Your body is incredibly distracting and through extensive research I have found that even though both sides are very counterproductive in case one needs work done, the option of your naked back is more desirable since any signs of arousal on your part that would result from my staring would not be as evident.”
“You’re a dork, Dianna,” Courtney lazily smiles.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Naya grins and licks her lips in excitement. She pulls out her phone and hands it to Dianna. “Why don’t you take a picture?”
“Why?” Dianna asks.
Naya turns her head so that she can look Dianna in the eye. She bats her eyelashes exaggeratedly. “Please?”
“Alright,” Dianna shrugs, taking the phone and selecting the camera. She takes a picture of Naya’s body, Courtney partially on there as well, and hands the phone back, wondering what Naya is planning.
Naya taps away at her phone and then tosses it on a nearby table, a smirk on her face.
“What did you do?” Dianna asks suspiciously.
“I just sent a good part of my fans in a frenzy. Thought I’d entertain them in the hiatus.”
Dianna rolls her eyes. Typical.
When Courtney retreats to the house to get some drinks, Dianna lies down next to Naya and pulls her in for a searing kiss. Naya reaches for Dianna’s center and is almost disappointed at the lack of hardness there.
“I didn’t want to wear it in case any of them noticed,” Dianna explains. “But hey, since this is a holiday… can I get a special treat?”
“What special treat would that be, Charlie?” Naya winks.
Dianna says nothing and instead lets her hand roam over Naya’s back until she reaches her very fine ass, tapping and then rubbing it. She gives it a final squeeze before asking: “What do you think?”
Naya shrugs. “Sure.”
“Awesome!”
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“So, I got Telly to join Patrick and Courtney on a night out…” Dianna trails off.
“I’m all yours tonight, then,” Naya winks.
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Dianna growls at the sight in front of her.
Naya.
Completely naked.
Chest heaving, nipples still rock hard and wet from the mind-numbing treatment Dianna has just given them.
Legs spread, offering a delicious view that sends Dianna’s hormones all over the place. Her nostrils flare when the scent of Naya’s arousal hits her. She licks her lips.
“Get on with it already, Charlie,” Naya whines.
Dianna leans forward and rests her hands on Naya’s knees pulling her legs even further apart. She dives in, her tongue meeting Naya’s entrance. She traces it, then drags the wet muscle upwards to her clit and down again, making a figure eight. She repeats the motion, applying more pressure each time. Naya grunts and twists her body on the bed. Dianna moves her hands to her girlfriend’s hips, steadying her.
“Yes!” Naya gasps as Dianna nibbles on her clit, raking her teeth over it every now and then. “Yes, yes, yes.”
When Dianna rests the flat of her tongue on Naya’s clit, Naya’s hips cant upwards into the touch. With one final lick, Dianna replaces her tongue with her thumb and moves southwards. She licks Naya’s inner lips, suckles on them, licks them again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Naya whines. “So good. So fucking good.”
“Say my name,” Dianna whispers, causing a vibration against Naya’s lips which is more than she can stand.
“Charlie,” Naya immediately says. “Stop fucking around and use that tongue more wisely. Fuck me, now!”
Dianna is never very good at saying ‘no’ to Naya. That explains those scarves, for instance. So Dianna plunges her tongue inside Naya and immediately sets a pleasurable rhythm, pumping in and out of her deftly, making sure to curl her tongue just the way Naya likes it. Naya nearly loses it when Dianna adds a finger under her tongue, pushing the muscle upwards and at the same time causing a nail to lightly scrape her walls.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Naya screams as she comes. Dianna can’t help but think that Telly is right, come to think of it, Naya is loud.
With a long drag, she removes her tongue and kisses her clit one last time before moving upwards so that she can snuggle into Naya’s spent body.
“How was that?” Dianna asks softly.
“Amazing,” Naya grins, an I just got fucked look plastered all over her face.
When they both regain their composure, Naya reaches for the bedside table and grabs the lube. She scoots up to sit against the headboard and invites Dianna to sit on her knees in front of her. Dianna happily obliges as Naya pours some of it on the palm of her hand, then rubs her hands to spread the lube. Dianna watches in amazement as Naya expertly moves her hands over the strap-on, coating it in the liquid. When she’s done, Naya looks up at Dianna and smiles reassuringly.
Dianna leans in for a soft, but deep kiss. “Are you ready?” she asks.
Naya nods and turns around. Dianna moves backwards to allow Naya to sit on all fours. Dianna groans at the sight of that magnificent ass and immediately kisses it. She moves her lips and licks her entrance before moving up to her asshole. She licks around it, enters it with the tip of her tongue and immediately moves out again. She can see the goosebumps on Naya’s skin.
Dianna takes the bottle of lube, pours some on her fingers and slowly slips them inside Naya’s puckered asshole. Naya gasps sharply at the sensation of Dianna’s slender fingers moving inside of her, but Dianna is careful enough not to hurt her girlfriend.
Dianna moves her fingers around a bit, stretching Naya and coating her with the liquid.
She takes a deep breath and brings her body closer, sitting up on her knees. She leans in to kiss Naya’s neck. “Are you sure? You don’t have to do it?”
Naya looks at her and smiles. “It’s fine, really. I promise. I wouldn’t let you do it if I didn’t feel comfortable. I know you’re not going to hurt me, Charlie.”
“Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop immediately.”
“Deal. Now get on with it.”
Dianna smiles at Naya’s enthusiasm and grabs the dildo, leading it to Naya’s ass. She rests it against her hole, glad that she let Naya pick the dildo (not that they have a collection, but at moments like these they are glad to have a choice). She moves the tip inside, allowing Naya to adjust.
Over the next few minutes, she shoves the shaft inside inch by inch, ears perked at any indication that it’s too much or too fast for Naya. Naya gasps for breath sometimes, but doesn’t complain. Dianna marvels at the sight in front of her, her eyes devouring Naya’s tan ass. She’s surprised when Naya moves it up a bit, taking more of the dildo in.
When she’s fully inside, she waits a little bit, again allowing Naya to adjust. She then slowly pulls it out, only to push it in again - still at a slow pace, but faster than last time.
Dianna repeats this, going inside fast and faster. She reaches her hand over Naya’s hips to her inner thighs and finally to her clit, rubbing it and circling it. Naya bucks her hips into Dianna and that’s when Dianna knows that Naya is ready. The careful strokes become long and hard.
She groans as she feels the insert of the dildo rubbing her clit and grins when she hears Naya’s ragged breath. Gripping her hip tightly with the other hand, she pushes the shaft into Naya’s ass, delighted at the sight of it moving inside Naya. That ass is just out of this world and even though they don’t do it very often, she sure as hell loves fucking it.
Naya squeezes her ass cheeks tight and beings to push back onto the dildo, causing the insert to rub even harder. It’s no surprise that Dianna comes first, her hands jerking so violently that it increases the pressure on Naya’s clit, sending the latter flying over the edge as well.
Dianna needs every ounce of strength she has in her body to keep her position and carefully pull out of Naya. They both fall down on the bed and into each other’s arms. Once they’ve both caught their breath, they share a few lazy, slow kisses.
“Thank you,” Dianna smiles. “That was amazing.”
Naya says nothing, but turns around and snuggles into Dianna’s arms.
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They spend the rest of their holiday in much the same fashion - sunbathing during the day, taking a dive in the pool every now and then, reading magazines and books, having cocktails - relaxing, really.
At night, they sometimes go out for a long walk. As soon as they’re secluded enough, they hold hands. Dianna goes to visit some museums, leaving Naya behind, who doesn’t much feel like it at that time.
They’re both sad to see the holiday end, but they’re not bitter about going home. After all, they’ll go home together.
Fin.