girls
Title: Girls
Author: kalexico
Pairing/Characters: Naya Rivera/Dianna Agron
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1819
Summary: An eventful concert.
______________
A/N: I took events from various concerts and put them into this one. This is a work of fiction, so none of this ever happened. I haven't met Dianna or Naya either, so I have no idea what they're like IRL. And yes, I too wonder how they'd ever have the energy for all of this. As in, I know that it is highly unrealistic to have that many orgasms at such a short time, but who cares? Maybe they have orgasm super powers.
______________
Dianna doesn’t waste any time tonight. She starts at Don’t Stop Believin’. They have their set choreography, but of course she still finds numerous ways to ‘innocently’ touch Naya, wink at her or lick her lips in a more than inviting way. Naya pretends to keep her cool, the big smile never leaving her face. She gets back at Dianna once, playfully tapping her (magnificent, in Naya’s humble opinion) ass, but making sure to let her hand linger that one second too long.
During Dog Days Are Over, Dianna breaks the seating arrangement and plops down next to Naya on the stage. As if they’re not performing in front of a full concert hall, Dianna gives her that look several times; her eyes oozing with suggestive yet unspoken words. And then that smirk. Naya nearly misses her cue when Dianna slowly trails her lips with her tongue.
Naya gets her back in Sing. Dianna thinks she’s got the bedroom eyes down? Naya doesn’t do too bad a job on them either. She adds a saucy wink to the mix and she knows that she’s got Dianna where she wants her when she bites her lip. Dianna groans and Naya is pretty sure she would flip a finger if it weren’t for the audience. She tauntingly makes a licking motion with her tongue as payback.
Dianna corners Naya backstage during I’m a Slave 4 U. They don’t exchange words, but crash their lips together. Their hands are franctically pulling at the other’s clothes. Dianna wins when she manages to slip her hand inside Naya’s panties. She smirks at the wetness she finds there. She latches her mouth onto Naya’s neck as her fingers quickly bring Naya to a much-needed orgasm. Her fingers are buried deep inside her when Naya comes with a loud moan. They barely manage to change into their next outfits in time.
When they go out for I Want to Hold Your Hand, Naya tries to get a hold of Dianna, but Chord is faster. Naya rolls her eyes - he still hasn’t gathered that Dianna and Naya don’t exactly sleep when they share a bed. Dianna, ever polite, walks down the stage with him and Naya resigns to joining Kevin. He gives her a knowing look. Kevin is more perceptive than Chord and knows what that grin on Naya’s face means.
Luckily, Chord and Dianna have to split as they reach the front of the stage. Naya immediately moves to stand next to Dianna. After some obligatory waves, Dianna turns to Naya and takes her hand. Naya’s arm finds its way around Dianna’s shoulder for a second and they’re about to hug when they remember what this is all about - the fans.
They hurry back to the backstage area and by the time that Amber hit the first notes of Ain’t No Way, Naya’s fingers are buried deep inside Dianna already. Naya is pumping her fingers inside at an agonizingly slow pace, the palm of her hand working over Dianna’s clit, her lips and tongue exploring her strong jawline. She positions her legs right behind her hand so she can trust forward with more strength. Dianna is breathing rapidly and profanities are leaving her mouth. By the time Kevin has reached the middle if P.Y.T., Dianna comes for a second time. Naya really wants to keep going because there’s just so much sexy about being inside Dianna, but they really have to change into their Born This Way costumes.
Naya is entirely sure that it’s really not necessary for Dianna to lick her lips that much and she knows that she’s just being a big, gigantic tease. Naya makes sure to pop that booty of hers right when Dianna can see it, just to get her going.
They don’t hear Lea singing Firework and they sure as hell don’t notice Darren and the Warblers going through Teenage Dream, Silly Love Songs and Raise Your Glass. They’re working each other simultaneously and Naya is the first to come - she swears it’s the tongue. Sweat is dripping down their bodies and they’re breathing heavily by the time they change into another costume. A costume Dianna very much approves of.
In that green dress, Naya doesn’t even have to move to get Dianna so worked up she gets momentarily scared people will smell her. Dianna really has to stop herself from trying to catch a glimpse of that delicious cleavage - because come on now, she’s sitting in the chair above Naya and just has a perfect view. It’s a good thing they’ve performed this show so many times already or she’d never get through Lucky. Chord continuously tries to draw her attention by doing what he thinks are cute and what she thinks are a bit too hopelessly wannabe moves. But it keeps her focused. She gets through the song, puts on a show.
Naya puts on a show for Dianna as well during River Deep, Mountain High. Never before has she shaked her ass like that, knowing that Dianna is behind her. And shaking her tits that are nearly popping out of the dress when her back is turned to the audience. Dianna nearly forgets how to move or breathe. Her eyes are fixed and she wouldn’t be surprised if someone told her that drool was slipping down her chin.
This woman is simply unreal.
Dianna’s one hand is on Naya’s chest and the other on her ass before Cory has even started singing Jessie’s Girl. To her regret, Naya has to ward off Dianna a bit because she can’t afford missing her cue for Valerie. She quickly changes and gives Dianna a deep, fierce kiss instead.
They try to focus during Loser Like Me, but Dianna has decided to take revenge on Naya for first arousing her like that during River Deep, Mountain High and then not rewarding her. She makes sure to move her body in ways that she knows will drive Naya crazy with desire.
Dianna fully intends on not allowing Naya to touch her, or touching Naya, during Single Ladies and Friday, but she fails. Before she knows what’s what, Naya has her pinned against a wall and is moving in a way that she’s pretty sure should be illegal.
When they’re changing for Empire State of Mind, Amber gives them a quirked eyebrows and a disbelieving shake of the head.
“You two are unbelievable,” she frowns. “Have you actually sat down between numbers?”
They don’t even do so much as blush. Instead, Dianna goes to the sound booth to join Lea watching The Safety Dance. Naya quickly changes her underwear and joins them. She presses her body against Dianna’s, tugging at her earlobe with her teeth, eliciting a gasp. Dianna throws her arm around Naya, unable to resist a quick grab of her fabulous ass.
They go out for Empire State of Mind and award the crowd with all the swag they’ve got (and that’s a lot of swag). They have more eyes for each other than anything else during Somebody to Love and are the first to leave the stage.
They barely acknowlege the others as they’re getting ready to go to the hotel, but Naya is still surprised when Dianna drags her in an unexpected direction. She’s even more surprised when they leave the venue and Naya realizes that that Limo waiting is for them.
“How did you manage to do that?” Naya asks as they get inside.
Dianna smirks and shrugs. “Oh, you know. I looked someone deep in the eyes. It always seems to work.”
“Not with me. I’ve grown completely immune,” Naya says with faux arrogance.
With elegance that Naya could have expected, Dianna straddles Naya and cups her face. She grins, looks into her eyes and licks her lips slowly. “Are you sure?”
“I - you - fuck,” Naya breathes out when just a second later, Dianna’s nimble fingers are working on the buttons of her jeans.
With force, Dianna yanks them off, taking Naya’s underwear with them. She takes in the scent of Naya’s arousal and when she looks up, the resemblance with the Cheshire cat is eerie. She moves her nose over Naya’s slit. Naya’s legs are trembling.
Dianna licks her slit, then dips her tongue inside. She opens her mouth as wide as she can and cups as much of Naya’s sex as possible. Naya lifts her hips into the touch and throws her head back when Dianna simultaneously pulls her up and traces a path from right above her entrance to her clit and back, making sure to apply enough pressure to drive Naya crazy. Naya’s hands find their way into Dianna’s (sexpot) hair, pressing her face down in her need for more.
Dianna moves on hand up, sliding it under Naya’s shirt and bra, rolling her erect nipple between her fingers. She draws a figure eight around Naya’s clit and entrance until she can’t take it anymore and grumbles: “Inside, Di. Now.”
And Dianna is only so strong, so her tongue finds its way inside Naya and starts pumping in and out as if her life depends on it. The taste is simply exquisite. Every time she reaches out, she flicks her tongue around her entrance and then plunges back in. The muscle is starting to sore, but she couldn’t care less. Naya’s pants, moans and thrusts are so worth it. The next time she pulls out, she moves her mouth up and starts sucking on Naya’s clit, keeping it inside her mouth and licking it with long strokes. When she looks up, she nearly swears that she can see a tear trickling down Naya’s flushed cheeks as she throws her head around, trying to contain herself. She slips her fingers inside and Naya really doesn’t need much more.
Her hot walls start clamping down on Dianna’s fingers, effectively trapping them inside of her. She comes with a long string of curses. A few seconds later, they arrive at the hotel already. Dianna smirks, removes her fingers and is for a moment torn - help Naya or suck her fingers off? She decided to pull up Naya’s pants up first because there’s no way Naya has that kind of strength right now. She opens the door with her clean hand and leads Naya out.
They go straight to their room, but Dianna’s already sucking her fingers off vigorously in the elevator. Naya, who has by now regained her composure, smirks and grabs Dianna’s hand. She starts licking her fingers slowly, smirking at the look of complete arousal evident in Dianna’s widened eyes. Her pupils darken and dilate as Naya’s tongue cleans off every last drop.
“My turn,” Naya says, her voice an octave lower than it normally is, before opening the door to their room and throwing Dianna on the bed. She smirks as she gets an idea - where did she pack those scarves again?
Fin.
Author: kalexico
Pairing/Characters: Naya Rivera/Dianna Agron
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1819
Summary: An eventful concert.
______________
A/N: I took events from various concerts and put them into this one. This is a work of fiction, so none of this ever happened. I haven't met Dianna or Naya either, so I have no idea what they're like IRL. And yes, I too wonder how they'd ever have the energy for all of this. As in, I know that it is highly unrealistic to have that many orgasms at such a short time, but who cares? Maybe they have orgasm super powers.
______________
Dianna doesn’t waste any time tonight. She starts at Don’t Stop Believin’. They have their set choreography, but of course she still finds numerous ways to ‘innocently’ touch Naya, wink at her or lick her lips in a more than inviting way. Naya pretends to keep her cool, the big smile never leaving her face. She gets back at Dianna once, playfully tapping her (magnificent, in Naya’s humble opinion) ass, but making sure to let her hand linger that one second too long.
During Dog Days Are Over, Dianna breaks the seating arrangement and plops down next to Naya on the stage. As if they’re not performing in front of a full concert hall, Dianna gives her that look several times; her eyes oozing with suggestive yet unspoken words. And then that smirk. Naya nearly misses her cue when Dianna slowly trails her lips with her tongue.
Naya gets her back in Sing. Dianna thinks she’s got the bedroom eyes down? Naya doesn’t do too bad a job on them either. She adds a saucy wink to the mix and she knows that she’s got Dianna where she wants her when she bites her lip. Dianna groans and Naya is pretty sure she would flip a finger if it weren’t for the audience. She tauntingly makes a licking motion with her tongue as payback.
Dianna corners Naya backstage during I’m a Slave 4 U. They don’t exchange words, but crash their lips together. Their hands are franctically pulling at the other’s clothes. Dianna wins when she manages to slip her hand inside Naya’s panties. She smirks at the wetness she finds there. She latches her mouth onto Naya’s neck as her fingers quickly bring Naya to a much-needed orgasm. Her fingers are buried deep inside her when Naya comes with a loud moan. They barely manage to change into their next outfits in time.
When they go out for I Want to Hold Your Hand, Naya tries to get a hold of Dianna, but Chord is faster. Naya rolls her eyes - he still hasn’t gathered that Dianna and Naya don’t exactly sleep when they share a bed. Dianna, ever polite, walks down the stage with him and Naya resigns to joining Kevin. He gives her a knowing look. Kevin is more perceptive than Chord and knows what that grin on Naya’s face means.
Luckily, Chord and Dianna have to split as they reach the front of the stage. Naya immediately moves to stand next to Dianna. After some obligatory waves, Dianna turns to Naya and takes her hand. Naya’s arm finds its way around Dianna’s shoulder for a second and they’re about to hug when they remember what this is all about - the fans.
They hurry back to the backstage area and by the time that Amber hit the first notes of Ain’t No Way, Naya’s fingers are buried deep inside Dianna already. Naya is pumping her fingers inside at an agonizingly slow pace, the palm of her hand working over Dianna’s clit, her lips and tongue exploring her strong jawline. She positions her legs right behind her hand so she can trust forward with more strength. Dianna is breathing rapidly and profanities are leaving her mouth. By the time Kevin has reached the middle if P.Y.T., Dianna comes for a second time. Naya really wants to keep going because there’s just so much sexy about being inside Dianna, but they really have to change into their Born This Way costumes.
Naya is entirely sure that it’s really not necessary for Dianna to lick her lips that much and she knows that she’s just being a big, gigantic tease. Naya makes sure to pop that booty of hers right when Dianna can see it, just to get her going.
They don’t hear Lea singing Firework and they sure as hell don’t notice Darren and the Warblers going through Teenage Dream, Silly Love Songs and Raise Your Glass. They’re working each other simultaneously and Naya is the first to come - she swears it’s the tongue. Sweat is dripping down their bodies and they’re breathing heavily by the time they change into another costume. A costume Dianna very much approves of.
In that green dress, Naya doesn’t even have to move to get Dianna so worked up she gets momentarily scared people will smell her. Dianna really has to stop herself from trying to catch a glimpse of that delicious cleavage - because come on now, she’s sitting in the chair above Naya and just has a perfect view. It’s a good thing they’ve performed this show so many times already or she’d never get through Lucky. Chord continuously tries to draw her attention by doing what he thinks are cute and what she thinks are a bit too hopelessly wannabe moves. But it keeps her focused. She gets through the song, puts on a show.
Naya puts on a show for Dianna as well during River Deep, Mountain High. Never before has she shaked her ass like that, knowing that Dianna is behind her. And shaking her tits that are nearly popping out of the dress when her back is turned to the audience. Dianna nearly forgets how to move or breathe. Her eyes are fixed and she wouldn’t be surprised if someone told her that drool was slipping down her chin.
This woman is simply unreal.
Dianna’s one hand is on Naya’s chest and the other on her ass before Cory has even started singing Jessie’s Girl. To her regret, Naya has to ward off Dianna a bit because she can’t afford missing her cue for Valerie. She quickly changes and gives Dianna a deep, fierce kiss instead.
They try to focus during Loser Like Me, but Dianna has decided to take revenge on Naya for first arousing her like that during River Deep, Mountain High and then not rewarding her. She makes sure to move her body in ways that she knows will drive Naya crazy with desire.
Dianna fully intends on not allowing Naya to touch her, or touching Naya, during Single Ladies and Friday, but she fails. Before she knows what’s what, Naya has her pinned against a wall and is moving in a way that she’s pretty sure should be illegal.
When they’re changing for Empire State of Mind, Amber gives them a quirked eyebrows and a disbelieving shake of the head.
“You two are unbelievable,” she frowns. “Have you actually sat down between numbers?”
They don’t even do so much as blush. Instead, Dianna goes to the sound booth to join Lea watching The Safety Dance. Naya quickly changes her underwear and joins them. She presses her body against Dianna’s, tugging at her earlobe with her teeth, eliciting a gasp. Dianna throws her arm around Naya, unable to resist a quick grab of her fabulous ass.
They go out for Empire State of Mind and award the crowd with all the swag they’ve got (and that’s a lot of swag). They have more eyes for each other than anything else during Somebody to Love and are the first to leave the stage.
They barely acknowlege the others as they’re getting ready to go to the hotel, but Naya is still surprised when Dianna drags her in an unexpected direction. She’s even more surprised when they leave the venue and Naya realizes that that Limo waiting is for them.
“How did you manage to do that?” Naya asks as they get inside.
Dianna smirks and shrugs. “Oh, you know. I looked someone deep in the eyes. It always seems to work.”
“Not with me. I’ve grown completely immune,” Naya says with faux arrogance.
With elegance that Naya could have expected, Dianna straddles Naya and cups her face. She grins, looks into her eyes and licks her lips slowly. “Are you sure?”
“I - you - fuck,” Naya breathes out when just a second later, Dianna’s nimble fingers are working on the buttons of her jeans.
With force, Dianna yanks them off, taking Naya’s underwear with them. She takes in the scent of Naya’s arousal and when she looks up, the resemblance with the Cheshire cat is eerie. She moves her nose over Naya’s slit. Naya’s legs are trembling.
Dianna licks her slit, then dips her tongue inside. She opens her mouth as wide as she can and cups as much of Naya’s sex as possible. Naya lifts her hips into the touch and throws her head back when Dianna simultaneously pulls her up and traces a path from right above her entrance to her clit and back, making sure to apply enough pressure to drive Naya crazy. Naya’s hands find their way into Dianna’s (sexpot) hair, pressing her face down in her need for more.
Dianna moves on hand up, sliding it under Naya’s shirt and bra, rolling her erect nipple between her fingers. She draws a figure eight around Naya’s clit and entrance until she can’t take it anymore and grumbles: “Inside, Di. Now.”
And Dianna is only so strong, so her tongue finds its way inside Naya and starts pumping in and out as if her life depends on it. The taste is simply exquisite. Every time she reaches out, she flicks her tongue around her entrance and then plunges back in. The muscle is starting to sore, but she couldn’t care less. Naya’s pants, moans and thrusts are so worth it. The next time she pulls out, she moves her mouth up and starts sucking on Naya’s clit, keeping it inside her mouth and licking it with long strokes. When she looks up, she nearly swears that she can see a tear trickling down Naya’s flushed cheeks as she throws her head around, trying to contain herself. She slips her fingers inside and Naya really doesn’t need much more.
Her hot walls start clamping down on Dianna’s fingers, effectively trapping them inside of her. She comes with a long string of curses. A few seconds later, they arrive at the hotel already. Dianna smirks, removes her fingers and is for a moment torn - help Naya or suck her fingers off? She decided to pull up Naya’s pants up first because there’s no way Naya has that kind of strength right now. She opens the door with her clean hand and leads Naya out.
They go straight to their room, but Dianna’s already sucking her fingers off vigorously in the elevator. Naya, who has by now regained her composure, smirks and grabs Dianna’s hand. She starts licking her fingers slowly, smirking at the look of complete arousal evident in Dianna’s widened eyes. Her pupils darken and dilate as Naya’s tongue cleans off every last drop.
“My turn,” Naya says, her voice an octave lower than it normally is, before opening the door to their room and throwing Dianna on the bed. She smirks as she gets an idea - where did she pack those scarves again?
Fin.