Laundry Day
Title: Laundry Day
Author: manictympanic (manictympanic )
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~2,500
Spoilers: None
Summary: Rachel and Quinn live together in an apartment. Rachel made a chore chart when they first moved in. Quinn doesn't stick to Rachel's plan (uh oh!) and a fight ends with them having angry!sexytimes in the laundry room.
A/N: This is the first fic I've written in a long time. Wasn't sure if I had enough confidence to start again, but thanks to some encouragement, I'm giving it another go. So please be gentle. Reviews much appreciated. I hope you enjoy it.
A/N2:also unedited, b/c I don't have time and I did this on my iPhone. Please forgive any grammar and spelling mistakes. :)
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When they first moved in together, Rachel had made a chore list outlining the duties that each of them were responsible for.
Quinn didn't see the need for one, but her girlfriend was adamant about distributing the chores clearly and equally.
Dishwashing, bathroom cleaning, and trash duties alternated between the two every week. And different laundry days were assigned so the two wouldn't have to fight over the one small laundry machine they had. Rachel picked Thursdays because she liked folding her clothes while watching The Big Bang Theory. Quinn picked Monday because she liked starting the week off with super clean clothes.
Everything seemed to work out perfectly, until Quinn's new semester schedule changed and the only night she had free was Thursday.
The first time Quinn takes over the laundry room on her night, Rachel lets it slide…because maybe, just maybe, Quinn forgot to do hers on her day and it would be terribly unhygienic to make Quinn wear weeks old dirty clothes.
The second time it happens, she's annoyed because this is the second time she's had to adjust her weekly schedule to accommodate her missed laundry day.
The next Thursday night, Rachel comes home to find Quinn in the laundry room, sorting her dirty clothes. This time, Rachel's had enough and decides to confront Quinn about it because nobody messes with Rachel Berry's routine. She heads to the living room where her incredibly decorated and detailed chore chart is hanging, rips it off the wall and makes her way back to the laundry room. She knocks on the slightly opened door just as Quinn finished loading all of her clothes into the machine.
The blonde looks up and sees the pint sized diva with one hand on her hip and a chart in the other. This can't be good.
"Quinn. It's Thursday."
"And?" Quinn replied, giving Rachel her trademark eyebrow raise.
"Thursday is MY day to do laundry." Rachel huffed while pointing to the chart. "See? There's a gold star under Thursday and Laundry."
Quinn just stands there with an incredulous look, completely entertained by how much this is bothering the pint sized diva. "Look, it's not a big deal Rach, just do your laundry tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?! I can't do laundry tomorrow."
"Why not?" Quinn asked.
Rachel looked at her in disbelief. "Quinn, do you not understand the importance of maintaining a set schedule? Every minute of your day should be planned out, to ensure maximum productivity and efficiency. If I do laundry tomorrow, then I'll have to take time out of my nightly vocal practices. If I don't have enough time to practice, my voice won't be in top condition. Which could potentially jeopardize my chances of getting a part on a Broadway musical. And if that happens, I'll be relegated to doing off-Broadway shows and wasting all my talent and potential to be a star!"
"You can't be serious."
"I am ALWAYS serious." Rachel fired back.
"Well, as you can see, my clothes are already in the washer, so too bad." Quinn said, smirking, obviously thinking she's won this little tiff. But oh was she wrong.
Rachel moved to remove Quinn's clothes from the machine. "Then take them out."
"What?! No way!" Quinn yelled, grabbing onto Rachel's wrist and pulling it back. "Stop being so stubborn! It's just laundry!"
"If it's just laundry, then why don't you wait until I'm done and then you can do yours?!" Rachel shouted back, pushing Quinn away.
The blonde retaliated by grabbing the chart out of Rachel's hand and ripping the gold star off its respective spot.
“Oh look, Thursday is free. I think I'll do my laundry.” Quinn said cooly.
"I SPENT 2 HOURS ON THAT!" Rachel screamed, grabbing hold of Quinn by her shoulders trying to move her away from the washer. Quinn tried to push against her but even though Rachel may have looked diminutive and weak, she was surprisingly strong and Quinn struggled against her.
The two of them continued this altercation until Quinn finally managed to pin Rachel against the wall, keeping her hands in place on either side of her head.
They were both panting heavily from all the exertion. Beads of sweat broke out and they both suddenly found it very hot in this small, cramped room.
Brown eyes locked onto hazel ones and it's then that they realized their proximity to one another. For a moment, neither of them moved. The sexual tension between the two of them mounting…until Quinn broke the connection as her eyes followed a lone bead of sweat dripped from Rachel's forehead, down her cheek before continuing down her neck and disappearing into her cleavage.
Rachel started to squirm under Quinn's hungry gaze. She knew this look very well. This was how Quinn looked when she was about to completely devour her. And when Quinn's eyes met hers again, her pupils were blown and darkened with lust.
It might have been because their bodies were so close together or maybe all that fighting really turned her on, but all of a sudden Quinn had this uncontrollable urge to kiss her because it had been hours since she last tasted Rachel on her lips.
She leaned in and pressed her lips firmly against Rachel's hoping to quench a little of her desire. Rachel moaned into the kiss, loving the way the blonde's lips felt against hers. The kisses started off slow, gentle, and loving, before growing deeper and more passionate as their tongues mingled.
Quinn loosened her grip on Rachel's wrists and her hands slowly drifted down to caress Rachel's breasts over her sweater.
Rachel moaned softly, arching into Quinn's touch. She could feel her nipples slowly hardening under her sweater and her arousal was becoming more evident as she found herself getting wetter by the second.
After a little teasing, Quinn moved lower, her fingers playing with the hem of Rachel's garment. "It's a little hot to be wearing a sweater, don't you think?" Quinn whispered huskily.
The feeling of Quinn's breath on her skin sent shivers through her.
"God, yes." Rachel moaned, "I'm burning up."
"Let's get this off then."
Quinn pulled the sweater over Rachel's head before settling her hands on Rachel's hips.
She takes a moment to look at the brunette, surprised by the absence of an undergarment. "Figures you wouldn't wear a bra."
"If it bothers you that much, I can go put one on…" Rachel playfully replied with a mischievous grin.
"You're not going anywhere." Quinn said as she leaned back down and captured Rachel's lips into another searing kiss. She moved to her neck, gently suckling and kissing on that pulse point causing Rachel to whimper and tangle her fingers in Quinn's long blonde tresses.
Rachel turned her head, allowing Quinn more access as she continued to place open mouth kisses to the sensitive spot on her neck. She trailed her tongue down past Rachel's collarbone and took a hardened nipple into her mouth, gently biting down and flicking, causing Rachel to cry out in pleasure. Quinn smiled as she turned her attention to the other nipple, loving the way Rachel was writhing under her touch. She continued kissing down Rachel's taut abs, feeling her muscles twitching every time her lips made contact with skin. She paused when she reached top of Rachel's jeans.
In three swift moves, Rachel's jeans were undone and were being pulled down towards her ankles.
Quinn ran her hands up towards Rachel's center and started rubbing slow teasing circles on her inner thigh.
Rachel could feel herself shivering with anticipation. She was absolutely soaked now and was growing impatient with Quinn's slow and deliberate teasing. She moved her hips forward, hoping that Quinn would get the hint and touch her where she was yearning to be touched.
Normally, Quinn would have dragged this out for as long as possible, bringing Rachel dangerously close to the edge several times before she let her fall. But tonight, Quinn wanted to show Rachel that she wasn't going to be pushed around.
"You want this?" Quinn asked as her fingers dance tantalizingly close to Rachel's pleasure point.
"Mmmmhmm." Rachel whimpered in response.
Quinn giggled, leaned closer and whispered in Rachel's ear, "Use your words, baby."
Rachel bit down on her bottom lip, all of Quinn's teasing was torturing her and she was trying her hardest to hold it all together.
"Quinn…Please…I…."
"Please, what?" Quinn growled, tracing Rachel's slit through her dampened panties. “God, you're so wet, Rach. You want this don't you, baby? Tell me what you want”
“I want...”
“Want what, Rachel? More teasing?” Quinn cooed, wanting to hear Rachel vocalize what she wanted...what she needed.
"Please Quinn, just…just fuuuuuuck me." And that was all the encouragement Quinn needed.
She slid Rachel's panties aside and entered her with one firm thrust. Pushing two fingers in knuckle deep.
“Ohhhhhh fuuuccck yessssssss!” Rachel cried out. Her head thrown back as she grabbed onto Quinn, one hand fisted in her hair and the other pulling hard on the back of her shirt.
Quinn started working up to steady rhythm thrusting her fingers in and out, slowly at first, then harder and faster until all Rachel could feel were those powerful strokes.
“Fuck! Ohhhhh god you feel sooooo goood”
Quinn curled her fingers making sure to hit that sensitive spot that drove Rachel absolutely crazy.
“Mm-mmooore, I want more. God fill me up baby”
Quinn pulled out and added a third finger on the next thrust, stretching the brunette and filling her deep.
Rachel could feel her orgasm building and canted her hips to meet Quinn's thrusts over and over again.
“Plleaseee, F..fff.fffaster, Quinn!” Rachel begged, desperate for release.
Quinn increased her pace, her palm hitting against Rachel's swollen and sensitive clit each time she slammed into her.
Rachel grabbed Quinn's face with both hands and whimpered, “I'm getting close....sooo close.”
Quinn watched Rachel's face as she pleasured her. Rachel's eyes were closed, mouth slightly open; her lips swollen and red.
“Open your eyes, Rachel..I want you to watch me make you come.”
And just as Rachel's eyes fluttered open, Quinn felt Rachel's walls clench down around her fingers as Rachel came hard, holding on to the blonde as her knees threatened to give out.
Quinn continued to coax her through her climax, bringing her back down slowly.
“You. Are. Sooo. Good.” Rachel panted, her body still jerking occasionally from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“I know.” Quinn said with a smile as she wiped her fingers on her jeans.
“Now, it's my turn.” Rachel growled before she pushed against Quinn and guided her backwards until she was flush with the washer.
“Up!” Rachel commanded. Quinn wanted to protest (because nobody bosses Quinn Fabray around) but upon seeing the lustful look in Rachel's eyes, she decided it was best to do what Rachel wanted. Besides, seeing Rachel come only fueled her arousal and she wasn't about to ruin her chances at getting some.
She pushed herself onto the washer and Rachel quickly settled in between her legs. Her hands made quick work of Quinn's shirt and bra, discarding them on the floor. Quinn pulled Rachel in for a kiss gently biting down on her bottom lip.
Rachel nudged Quinn back, leaving a trail of kisses from Quinn's neck, and all the way down her body. Quinn was getting worked up quickly as she felt the warm dampness spread between her legs; her body throbbing with need.
Rachel undid Quinn's jeans with as much skill and ease and Quinn did with hers, and roughly pulled them off and throwing them behind her. Her panties followed seconds later and now Rachel had Quinn completely naked, her pussy on display.
She nudged Quinn's legs apart and slowly started nibbling her inner thigh moving closer and closer to Quinn's pussy.
Quinn moved her hips forward, hoping to for any sort of contact, but Rachel pulled back deliberately putting space between them.
Rachel hooked both arms under Quinn's legs and pulled her closer until she was eye level with Quinn's dripping sex.
“Somebody's excited.” Rachel quipped as her finger lightly stroked Quinn's hips.
Quinn knew how wet she was, and she only hoped that Rachel would grant her release as eagerly as she did for Rachel.
But she wasn't that lucky. Rachel wasn't about to let her get off that easily.
She leaned in and softly licked Quinn's slit, eliciting a sharp gasp from the blonde. Rachel's tongue teased Quinn's entrance, barely slipping inside before pulling out and moving up to swirl slow circles around her clit.
A loud long moan escaped from the blonde's lips. She ran her fingers through Rachel's hair, as Rachel flicked, licked, and sucked on the bundle of nerves.
Rachel continued to work her up until Quinn felt her orgasm fast approaching. Sensing Quinn was about to come, Rachel pulled back, leaving her teetering on the edge.
“FUCK!! Don't stop, god just keep going...” She begged.
But as badly as she wanted to take Quinn right then and there, she wanted to try something new.
Rachel ran her hands up and down Quinn's body, silently willing the blonde to calm and settle down.
“Don't worry baby, you're going to love this.”
Rachel gave her a devilish smirk reached around Quinn to turn on the washer. The machine kicked to life and started to move, jolting and vibrating underneath Quinn.
“Oh my God!” Quinn cried out, gripping the edge of the washer, completely taken aback by the sensations she was suddenly feeling.
“Feel good, baby?” Rachel cooed innocently.
Quinn nodded, babbling incoherentlly, her brain unable to form words because it was still trying to figure out what was going on.
Rachel took that as her cue to get back to work, so she buried her face into Quinn's pussy, running her tongue over Quinn's slit before plunging it into her.
Quinn arched her back, her hands fisted in Rachel's hair pushing her, trying to bring her closer...deeper.
Rachel took her time probing and exploring the deep recesses of Quinn's sex. Savoring the taste of her girlfriend's juices and the feel of Quinn's body moving against hers. Quinn's grip tightened as she ground herself onto Rachel's face. The brunette was hitting all the right places and she found herself once again starting to unravel.
Quinn could feel the vibrations coursing through her body. The movement of washing machine only amplified the sensations Rachel was giving her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt; every part of her was practically humming with pleasure. It was almost overwhelming and Quinn didn't know how much longer she would last.
This time, when Rachel pulled back, it was only to give Quinn's slit one more loving lick before latching her lips around Quinn's clit, sucking and flicking her tongue over it...lavishing it with attention. She felt Quinn's thighs clamp around her head every time her tongue forcefully moved over the swollen nub.
“I want to feel you inside me, baby.” Quinn whined.
Rachel brought her fingers to Quinn's entrance, stroking it gently before thrusting two fingers into her. Her mouth and fingers moved in a steady and fast pace, each thrust pushing Quinn towards her orgasm.
Rachel could tell Quinn was getting closer and closer as the blonde's movements became more erratic and her moans became increasingly louder.
She felt Quinn's body tense, bracing itself for the forceful orgasm that was coming.
With one last flick and one last thrust, Quinn came undone, crying out Rachel's name as her body shuddered from her climax. Her body continued to twitch as each aftershock pulsed through her.
She fell back onto the washer- flushed, sweaty, and completely spent.
Rachel pulled out and brought her fingers to her lips, slowly sucking Quinn's cum off of them. Quinn blindly reached behind her and stopped the washer, which was still running and sending tingling sensations throughout her body which was still overly-sensitive after her orgasm.
When Quinn finally found enough strength to prop herself up, she reached for Rachel and pulled her in for a deep kiss. They held each other for a moment before Quinn broke the silence.
“I'm thinking we should start doing laundry together. You know, put this washing machine to good use.”
“Hmm...I might be amenable to that proposal.”
Quinn smiled at the prospect of future repeats of tonight's sexcapades. “Is that a yes?”
Rachel bent down to pick up the gold star sticker Quinn had ripped off and stuck it on the tip of her nose.
“I'll put it on the chore chart!”
Author: manictympanic (manictympanic )
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~2,500
Spoilers: None
Summary: Rachel and Quinn live together in an apartment. Rachel made a chore chart when they first moved in. Quinn doesn't stick to Rachel's plan (uh oh!) and a fight ends with them having angry!sexytimes in the laundry room.
A/N: This is the first fic I've written in a long time. Wasn't sure if I had enough confidence to start again, but thanks to some encouragement, I'm giving it another go. So please be gentle. Reviews much appreciated. I hope you enjoy it.
A/N2:also unedited, b/c I don't have time and I did this on my iPhone. Please forgive any grammar and spelling mistakes. :)
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When they first moved in together, Rachel had made a chore list outlining the duties that each of them were responsible for.
Quinn didn't see the need for one, but her girlfriend was adamant about distributing the chores clearly and equally.
Dishwashing, bathroom cleaning, and trash duties alternated between the two every week. And different laundry days were assigned so the two wouldn't have to fight over the one small laundry machine they had. Rachel picked Thursdays because she liked folding her clothes while watching The Big Bang Theory. Quinn picked Monday because she liked starting the week off with super clean clothes.
Everything seemed to work out perfectly, until Quinn's new semester schedule changed and the only night she had free was Thursday.
The first time Quinn takes over the laundry room on her night, Rachel lets it slide…because maybe, just maybe, Quinn forgot to do hers on her day and it would be terribly unhygienic to make Quinn wear weeks old dirty clothes.
The second time it happens, she's annoyed because this is the second time she's had to adjust her weekly schedule to accommodate her missed laundry day.
The next Thursday night, Rachel comes home to find Quinn in the laundry room, sorting her dirty clothes. This time, Rachel's had enough and decides to confront Quinn about it because nobody messes with Rachel Berry's routine. She heads to the living room where her incredibly decorated and detailed chore chart is hanging, rips it off the wall and makes her way back to the laundry room. She knocks on the slightly opened door just as Quinn finished loading all of her clothes into the machine.
The blonde looks up and sees the pint sized diva with one hand on her hip and a chart in the other. This can't be good.
"Quinn. It's Thursday."
"And?" Quinn replied, giving Rachel her trademark eyebrow raise.
"Thursday is MY day to do laundry." Rachel huffed while pointing to the chart. "See? There's a gold star under Thursday and Laundry."
Quinn just stands there with an incredulous look, completely entertained by how much this is bothering the pint sized diva. "Look, it's not a big deal Rach, just do your laundry tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?! I can't do laundry tomorrow."
"Why not?" Quinn asked.
Rachel looked at her in disbelief. "Quinn, do you not understand the importance of maintaining a set schedule? Every minute of your day should be planned out, to ensure maximum productivity and efficiency. If I do laundry tomorrow, then I'll have to take time out of my nightly vocal practices. If I don't have enough time to practice, my voice won't be in top condition. Which could potentially jeopardize my chances of getting a part on a Broadway musical. And if that happens, I'll be relegated to doing off-Broadway shows and wasting all my talent and potential to be a star!"
"You can't be serious."
"I am ALWAYS serious." Rachel fired back.
"Well, as you can see, my clothes are already in the washer, so too bad." Quinn said, smirking, obviously thinking she's won this little tiff. But oh was she wrong.
Rachel moved to remove Quinn's clothes from the machine. "Then take them out."
"What?! No way!" Quinn yelled, grabbing onto Rachel's wrist and pulling it back. "Stop being so stubborn! It's just laundry!"
"If it's just laundry, then why don't you wait until I'm done and then you can do yours?!" Rachel shouted back, pushing Quinn away.
The blonde retaliated by grabbing the chart out of Rachel's hand and ripping the gold star off its respective spot.
“Oh look, Thursday is free. I think I'll do my laundry.” Quinn said cooly.
"I SPENT 2 HOURS ON THAT!" Rachel screamed, grabbing hold of Quinn by her shoulders trying to move her away from the washer. Quinn tried to push against her but even though Rachel may have looked diminutive and weak, she was surprisingly strong and Quinn struggled against her.
The two of them continued this altercation until Quinn finally managed to pin Rachel against the wall, keeping her hands in place on either side of her head.
They were both panting heavily from all the exertion. Beads of sweat broke out and they both suddenly found it very hot in this small, cramped room.
Brown eyes locked onto hazel ones and it's then that they realized their proximity to one another. For a moment, neither of them moved. The sexual tension between the two of them mounting…until Quinn broke the connection as her eyes followed a lone bead of sweat dripped from Rachel's forehead, down her cheek before continuing down her neck and disappearing into her cleavage.
Rachel started to squirm under Quinn's hungry gaze. She knew this look very well. This was how Quinn looked when she was about to completely devour her. And when Quinn's eyes met hers again, her pupils were blown and darkened with lust.
It might have been because their bodies were so close together or maybe all that fighting really turned her on, but all of a sudden Quinn had this uncontrollable urge to kiss her because it had been hours since she last tasted Rachel on her lips.
She leaned in and pressed her lips firmly against Rachel's hoping to quench a little of her desire. Rachel moaned into the kiss, loving the way the blonde's lips felt against hers. The kisses started off slow, gentle, and loving, before growing deeper and more passionate as their tongues mingled.
Quinn loosened her grip on Rachel's wrists and her hands slowly drifted down to caress Rachel's breasts over her sweater.
Rachel moaned softly, arching into Quinn's touch. She could feel her nipples slowly hardening under her sweater and her arousal was becoming more evident as she found herself getting wetter by the second.
After a little teasing, Quinn moved lower, her fingers playing with the hem of Rachel's garment. "It's a little hot to be wearing a sweater, don't you think?" Quinn whispered huskily.
The feeling of Quinn's breath on her skin sent shivers through her.
"God, yes." Rachel moaned, "I'm burning up."
"Let's get this off then."
Quinn pulled the sweater over Rachel's head before settling her hands on Rachel's hips.
She takes a moment to look at the brunette, surprised by the absence of an undergarment. "Figures you wouldn't wear a bra."
"If it bothers you that much, I can go put one on…" Rachel playfully replied with a mischievous grin.
"You're not going anywhere." Quinn said as she leaned back down and captured Rachel's lips into another searing kiss. She moved to her neck, gently suckling and kissing on that pulse point causing Rachel to whimper and tangle her fingers in Quinn's long blonde tresses.
Rachel turned her head, allowing Quinn more access as she continued to place open mouth kisses to the sensitive spot on her neck. She trailed her tongue down past Rachel's collarbone and took a hardened nipple into her mouth, gently biting down and flicking, causing Rachel to cry out in pleasure. Quinn smiled as she turned her attention to the other nipple, loving the way Rachel was writhing under her touch. She continued kissing down Rachel's taut abs, feeling her muscles twitching every time her lips made contact with skin. She paused when she reached top of Rachel's jeans.
In three swift moves, Rachel's jeans were undone and were being pulled down towards her ankles.
Quinn ran her hands up towards Rachel's center and started rubbing slow teasing circles on her inner thigh.
Rachel could feel herself shivering with anticipation. She was absolutely soaked now and was growing impatient with Quinn's slow and deliberate teasing. She moved her hips forward, hoping that Quinn would get the hint and touch her where she was yearning to be touched.
Normally, Quinn would have dragged this out for as long as possible, bringing Rachel dangerously close to the edge several times before she let her fall. But tonight, Quinn wanted to show Rachel that she wasn't going to be pushed around.
"You want this?" Quinn asked as her fingers dance tantalizingly close to Rachel's pleasure point.
"Mmmmhmm." Rachel whimpered in response.
Quinn giggled, leaned closer and whispered in Rachel's ear, "Use your words, baby."
Rachel bit down on her bottom lip, all of Quinn's teasing was torturing her and she was trying her hardest to hold it all together.
"Quinn…Please…I…."
"Please, what?" Quinn growled, tracing Rachel's slit through her dampened panties. “God, you're so wet, Rach. You want this don't you, baby? Tell me what you want”
“I want...”
“Want what, Rachel? More teasing?” Quinn cooed, wanting to hear Rachel vocalize what she wanted...what she needed.
"Please Quinn, just…just fuuuuuuck me." And that was all the encouragement Quinn needed.
She slid Rachel's panties aside and entered her with one firm thrust. Pushing two fingers in knuckle deep.
“Ohhhhhh fuuuccck yessssssss!” Rachel cried out. Her head thrown back as she grabbed onto Quinn, one hand fisted in her hair and the other pulling hard on the back of her shirt.
Quinn started working up to steady rhythm thrusting her fingers in and out, slowly at first, then harder and faster until all Rachel could feel were those powerful strokes.
“Fuck! Ohhhhh god you feel sooooo goood”
Quinn curled her fingers making sure to hit that sensitive spot that drove Rachel absolutely crazy.
“Mm-mmooore, I want more. God fill me up baby”
Quinn pulled out and added a third finger on the next thrust, stretching the brunette and filling her deep.
Rachel could feel her orgasm building and canted her hips to meet Quinn's thrusts over and over again.
“Plleaseee, F..fff.fffaster, Quinn!” Rachel begged, desperate for release.
Quinn increased her pace, her palm hitting against Rachel's swollen and sensitive clit each time she slammed into her.
Rachel grabbed Quinn's face with both hands and whimpered, “I'm getting close....sooo close.”
Quinn watched Rachel's face as she pleasured her. Rachel's eyes were closed, mouth slightly open; her lips swollen and red.
“Open your eyes, Rachel..I want you to watch me make you come.”
And just as Rachel's eyes fluttered open, Quinn felt Rachel's walls clench down around her fingers as Rachel came hard, holding on to the blonde as her knees threatened to give out.
Quinn continued to coax her through her climax, bringing her back down slowly.
“You. Are. Sooo. Good.” Rachel panted, her body still jerking occasionally from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“I know.” Quinn said with a smile as she wiped her fingers on her jeans.
“Now, it's my turn.” Rachel growled before she pushed against Quinn and guided her backwards until she was flush with the washer.
“Up!” Rachel commanded. Quinn wanted to protest (because nobody bosses Quinn Fabray around) but upon seeing the lustful look in Rachel's eyes, she decided it was best to do what Rachel wanted. Besides, seeing Rachel come only fueled her arousal and she wasn't about to ruin her chances at getting some.
She pushed herself onto the washer and Rachel quickly settled in between her legs. Her hands made quick work of Quinn's shirt and bra, discarding them on the floor. Quinn pulled Rachel in for a kiss gently biting down on her bottom lip.
Rachel nudged Quinn back, leaving a trail of kisses from Quinn's neck, and all the way down her body. Quinn was getting worked up quickly as she felt the warm dampness spread between her legs; her body throbbing with need.
Rachel undid Quinn's jeans with as much skill and ease and Quinn did with hers, and roughly pulled them off and throwing them behind her. Her panties followed seconds later and now Rachel had Quinn completely naked, her pussy on display.
She nudged Quinn's legs apart and slowly started nibbling her inner thigh moving closer and closer to Quinn's pussy.
Quinn moved her hips forward, hoping to for any sort of contact, but Rachel pulled back deliberately putting space between them.
Rachel hooked both arms under Quinn's legs and pulled her closer until she was eye level with Quinn's dripping sex.
“Somebody's excited.” Rachel quipped as her finger lightly stroked Quinn's hips.
Quinn knew how wet she was, and she only hoped that Rachel would grant her release as eagerly as she did for Rachel.
But she wasn't that lucky. Rachel wasn't about to let her get off that easily.
She leaned in and softly licked Quinn's slit, eliciting a sharp gasp from the blonde. Rachel's tongue teased Quinn's entrance, barely slipping inside before pulling out and moving up to swirl slow circles around her clit.
A loud long moan escaped from the blonde's lips. She ran her fingers through Rachel's hair, as Rachel flicked, licked, and sucked on the bundle of nerves.
Rachel continued to work her up until Quinn felt her orgasm fast approaching. Sensing Quinn was about to come, Rachel pulled back, leaving her teetering on the edge.
“FUCK!! Don't stop, god just keep going...” She begged.
But as badly as she wanted to take Quinn right then and there, she wanted to try something new.
Rachel ran her hands up and down Quinn's body, silently willing the blonde to calm and settle down.
“Don't worry baby, you're going to love this.”
Rachel gave her a devilish smirk reached around Quinn to turn on the washer. The machine kicked to life and started to move, jolting and vibrating underneath Quinn.
“Oh my God!” Quinn cried out, gripping the edge of the washer, completely taken aback by the sensations she was suddenly feeling.
“Feel good, baby?” Rachel cooed innocently.
Quinn nodded, babbling incoherentlly, her brain unable to form words because it was still trying to figure out what was going on.
Rachel took that as her cue to get back to work, so she buried her face into Quinn's pussy, running her tongue over Quinn's slit before plunging it into her.
Quinn arched her back, her hands fisted in Rachel's hair pushing her, trying to bring her closer...deeper.
Rachel took her time probing and exploring the deep recesses of Quinn's sex. Savoring the taste of her girlfriend's juices and the feel of Quinn's body moving against hers. Quinn's grip tightened as she ground herself onto Rachel's face. The brunette was hitting all the right places and she found herself once again starting to unravel.
Quinn could feel the vibrations coursing through her body. The movement of washing machine only amplified the sensations Rachel was giving her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt; every part of her was practically humming with pleasure. It was almost overwhelming and Quinn didn't know how much longer she would last.
This time, when Rachel pulled back, it was only to give Quinn's slit one more loving lick before latching her lips around Quinn's clit, sucking and flicking her tongue over it...lavishing it with attention. She felt Quinn's thighs clamp around her head every time her tongue forcefully moved over the swollen nub.
“I want to feel you inside me, baby.” Quinn whined.
Rachel brought her fingers to Quinn's entrance, stroking it gently before thrusting two fingers into her. Her mouth and fingers moved in a steady and fast pace, each thrust pushing Quinn towards her orgasm.
Rachel could tell Quinn was getting closer and closer as the blonde's movements became more erratic and her moans became increasingly louder.
She felt Quinn's body tense, bracing itself for the forceful orgasm that was coming.
With one last flick and one last thrust, Quinn came undone, crying out Rachel's name as her body shuddered from her climax. Her body continued to twitch as each aftershock pulsed through her.
She fell back onto the washer- flushed, sweaty, and completely spent.
Rachel pulled out and brought her fingers to her lips, slowly sucking Quinn's cum off of them. Quinn blindly reached behind her and stopped the washer, which was still running and sending tingling sensations throughout her body which was still overly-sensitive after her orgasm.
When Quinn finally found enough strength to prop herself up, she reached for Rachel and pulled her in for a deep kiss. They held each other for a moment before Quinn broke the silence.
“I'm thinking we should start doing laundry together. You know, put this washing machine to good use.”
“Hmm...I might be amenable to that proposal.”
Quinn smiled at the prospect of future repeats of tonight's sexcapades. “Is that a yes?”
Rachel bent down to pick up the gold star sticker Quinn had ripped off and stuck it on the tip of her nose.
“I'll put it on the chore chart!”