Fic: Mirror, Mirror RPF Dianna/Lea Dianna/Quinn
Title: Mirror, Mirror
Author: meremortal2k5
Rating: NC17 (smut)
Word Count: 1000+
Pairing: Dianna/Lea, Dianna/Quinn (kind of)
Spoilers: None
Summary: What Dianna craved was a physical impossibility, but something that Lea had mentioned earlier that morning, made her think that her vivid imagination and a mirror would help her achieve a little of that which turned her on the most.
Dianna met the reflection of her hazel eyes as she adjusted the mirror of her vanity. She couldn’t help but blush at her own reflection. This was so silly, but she couldn’t think of any other way that she could get what she wanted.
What she craved was a physical impossibility, but something that Lea had mentioned earlier that morning, made her think that her vivid imagination and a mirror would help her achieve a little of that which turned her on the most.
Dianna saw how dark Lea’s eyes got every time their characters got into an altercation. She knew first hand just how turned on her diminutive girlfriend got after those scenes and it got Dianna wondering what it would be like to be on the receiving end of a HBIC’s attention. Specifically, on the receiving end of the angry rant of one Quinn Fabray. Now, just the thought of being berated by the bitchy cheerleader made her soak through her panties.
Lea had found it entirely too amusing that her extremely sweet girlfriend wanted to be subjugated to the fictional characters attitude, and she suggested that maybe she should dress up as a cheerleader for the blonde. That evening had been fun and so had the spanking Lea had given Dianna, but to Dianna, it still lacked something that Lea was unable to give her. Quinn Fabray.
Dianna took a deep breath as she pulled at the strands of her ponytail and curled her lips into a smirk. She ran her hands over the vest of the WMHS Cheerio’s cheerleading uniform that she was currently wearing and twisted the red pleated skirt until it was perfectly in place.
Dianna blinked as she studied the girl standing in front of her, looking down on her with distaste.
“What makes you think you can have me?” A fine golden brow arched. “I’m head Cheerio and you’re … just a wanna be me.”
Dianna felt her chest tighten at the other girl’s snarky comment. The flush of heat coloured her face and her breathing quickened as she continued to stare.
“Look at you.” Hazel eyes narrowed. “Wanting something you’ll never have.”
The blonde actress swallowed. “Quinn?”
Quinn nipped at the corner of her lip before dampening the bite with a swipe of her tongue as she once more looked the other blonde up and down. She placed her hands on her hips. “It’s all about the teasing and not about the pleasing, but I might make an exception for you.”
Dianna took a step backwards towards her bed, watching as the Cheerleader first took a step backwards too but then seemed to change her mind. She stepped forward so that she was following Dianna until her calves bumped against the edge of her bed.
“I wouldn’t normally do this.” Quinn pressed herself against Dianna and breathed the words against her lips.
Dianna watched as Quinn’s eyes seemed to darken and go hazy as she rubbed her nose along side hers, but then the other girl’s full bottom lip tripped against hers and Dianna’s eyelids fluttered shut. She felt the puff of air against her mouth as Quinn exhaled, but she had yet to kiss her.
Dianna reached out for Quinn’s hips. She curled her hands and pulled the cheerleader closer until they were pelvis to pelvis. She tilted her head slightly as she slanted her lips onto Quinn’s and the other girl gasped.
“You’re so pretty.” Dianna murmured as she trailed her hand from Quinn’s waist until she could loosen the band holding her hair back. She buried her fingers in golden hair and she kissed Quinn with abandon.
Quinn chuckled as she pulled her mouth away from the hungry kisses. She pressed a hand against Dianna’s chest just to separate them a little. “This is my play, Agron.” Quinn smirked. “You’ll do what I want,” She turned around and brushed her ass against Dianna’s crotch, hearing the blonde gasp. “If you want more of this.”
“Quinn.” Dianna moaned as Quinn pressed her ass harder into her. She wrapped her arms around the cheerleader, palming the blonde’s small breasts as she pressed kisses into her hair and onto her shoulder. “Is this okay?”
Quinn reached behind her, holding onto Dianna as she continued to grind into her. “Yes.” She hissed as sharp teeth nipped at the skin exposed by her vest.
“How about this?” Dianna’s eyelids fluttered as she tugged up the short red skirt of the cheerleader lying on top of her and slipped her slender fingers between the other girl’s legs.
“God, yes.” Quinn panted. She straddled Dianna’s hips and started to rock against her hand.
Hazel eyes watched the small frown appear between fine brows as Dianna ran her fingertips over the slick and swollen crease of Quinn’s pussy. Quinn was concentrating so hard on the feel of Dianna touching her and Dianna thought it was one of the sexist things she had ever seen. She surged upwards, capturing Quinn’s lips with her own, kissing the girl as she pushed her fingers between the lips of Quinn’s soaking wet pussy.
Quinn moaned into Dianna’s mouth and Dianna moaned in response to having her fingers buried inside of the blonde cheerleader. She curled her fingers as she thrust in and out, making sure to rub the heel of her hand against Quinn’s clit.
Dianna turned her head to the side as Quinn trailed wet kisses along her jaw and then down along her neck. She looked over into the mirror, seeing the girl, now only wearing the tiny red uniform skirt, roll her hips against her fingers and Dianna briefly wondered as to when she had helped the other girl remove her top and underwear, but those thoughts quickly disappeared when Quinn started to suck on her neck and push her own fingers in and out of Dianna.
Dianna arched as a hand found her breast and a third finger curled inside of her wet pussy. The squelches, groans and whimpers, noises that they were making as they fucked, were obscene and Dianna didn’t believe that she could get anymore turned on by the sights, sounds and smell of sex surrounding her.
“Oh God.”
Quinn gasped against Dianna’s long throat and Dianna shuddered. “Fuck.” She arched her back, thrusting her hips against slender fingers.
“Quiiinnn.” Dianna keened as slick fingers slipped out of her. She was so close, but Quinn had stopped fucking her and was now just lazily rubbing her three fingers around Dianna’s clit. She opened her eyes, looking up into the flushed features and cruel smirk of Quinn Fabray.
“It’s all about the teasing.” Quinn sneered down. “Not about the pleasing.”
Dianna blinked rapidly as she clenched hard. Her whole body tensed and she bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the throaty groan of Quinn’s name as she came apart, just as Quinn was shuddering above her.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she panted for air. She could feel the strong rhythmic pulsing in her pussy beginning to fade out, but she held onto her orgasm as long as she could by picturing that sneer curling the lips of her fantasy girl and rubbing her fingers slowly over her sensitive flesh, splitting the cream covered lips to gentle coax any remaining tremors from her body.
“That’s my girl.”
Dianna’s eyes opened at the words spoken to her from across the room. She stared up at the white ceiling, feeling her smile tug at her lips as she still imagined that the half naked cheerleader was now kneeling besides her, catching her breath too. She rolled her head to the side, blowing at strands of unruly blonde hair that obstructed her view of her girlfriend.
“Did you … enjoy that as much as I did?” Dianna released a shuddery breath as her eyes took in Lea as she sat on a chair by the door, her right leg bent tightly to her body so that the heel of her foot was perched on the wooden frame of the stool.
Lea licked at her full lips as she continued to stroke her sopping wet pussy. “Watching you was amazing, Di.” She swallowed hard as Dianna crooked her finger at her, beckoning her to the bed.
Dianna smiled, watching the small brunette eagerly cross the room. “I’ve had my fun, baby.” She could feel the heat emanating from her naked girlfriend as Lea looked up at her through dark lashes. “Now it’s your turn.”
Author: meremortal2k5
Rating: NC17 (smut)
Word Count: 1000+
Pairing: Dianna/Lea, Dianna/Quinn (kind of)
Spoilers: None
Summary: What Dianna craved was a physical impossibility, but something that Lea had mentioned earlier that morning, made her think that her vivid imagination and a mirror would help her achieve a little of that which turned her on the most.
Dianna met the reflection of her hazel eyes as she adjusted the mirror of her vanity. She couldn’t help but blush at her own reflection. This was so silly, but she couldn’t think of any other way that she could get what she wanted.
What she craved was a physical impossibility, but something that Lea had mentioned earlier that morning, made her think that her vivid imagination and a mirror would help her achieve a little of that which turned her on the most.
Dianna saw how dark Lea’s eyes got every time their characters got into an altercation. She knew first hand just how turned on her diminutive girlfriend got after those scenes and it got Dianna wondering what it would be like to be on the receiving end of a HBIC’s attention. Specifically, on the receiving end of the angry rant of one Quinn Fabray. Now, just the thought of being berated by the bitchy cheerleader made her soak through her panties.
Lea had found it entirely too amusing that her extremely sweet girlfriend wanted to be subjugated to the fictional characters attitude, and she suggested that maybe she should dress up as a cheerleader for the blonde. That evening had been fun and so had the spanking Lea had given Dianna, but to Dianna, it still lacked something that Lea was unable to give her. Quinn Fabray.
Dianna took a deep breath as she pulled at the strands of her ponytail and curled her lips into a smirk. She ran her hands over the vest of the WMHS Cheerio’s cheerleading uniform that she was currently wearing and twisted the red pleated skirt until it was perfectly in place.
Dianna blinked as she studied the girl standing in front of her, looking down on her with distaste.
“What makes you think you can have me?” A fine golden brow arched. “I’m head Cheerio and you’re … just a wanna be me.”
Dianna felt her chest tighten at the other girl’s snarky comment. The flush of heat coloured her face and her breathing quickened as she continued to stare.
“Look at you.” Hazel eyes narrowed. “Wanting something you’ll never have.”
The blonde actress swallowed. “Quinn?”
Quinn nipped at the corner of her lip before dampening the bite with a swipe of her tongue as she once more looked the other blonde up and down. She placed her hands on her hips. “It’s all about the teasing and not about the pleasing, but I might make an exception for you.”
Dianna took a step backwards towards her bed, watching as the Cheerleader first took a step backwards too but then seemed to change her mind. She stepped forward so that she was following Dianna until her calves bumped against the edge of her bed.
“I wouldn’t normally do this.” Quinn pressed herself against Dianna and breathed the words against her lips.
Dianna watched as Quinn’s eyes seemed to darken and go hazy as she rubbed her nose along side hers, but then the other girl’s full bottom lip tripped against hers and Dianna’s eyelids fluttered shut. She felt the puff of air against her mouth as Quinn exhaled, but she had yet to kiss her.
Dianna reached out for Quinn’s hips. She curled her hands and pulled the cheerleader closer until they were pelvis to pelvis. She tilted her head slightly as she slanted her lips onto Quinn’s and the other girl gasped.
“You’re so pretty.” Dianna murmured as she trailed her hand from Quinn’s waist until she could loosen the band holding her hair back. She buried her fingers in golden hair and she kissed Quinn with abandon.
Quinn chuckled as she pulled her mouth away from the hungry kisses. She pressed a hand against Dianna’s chest just to separate them a little. “This is my play, Agron.” Quinn smirked. “You’ll do what I want,” She turned around and brushed her ass against Dianna’s crotch, hearing the blonde gasp. “If you want more of this.”
“Quinn.” Dianna moaned as Quinn pressed her ass harder into her. She wrapped her arms around the cheerleader, palming the blonde’s small breasts as she pressed kisses into her hair and onto her shoulder. “Is this okay?”
Quinn reached behind her, holding onto Dianna as she continued to grind into her. “Yes.” She hissed as sharp teeth nipped at the skin exposed by her vest.
“How about this?” Dianna’s eyelids fluttered as she tugged up the short red skirt of the cheerleader lying on top of her and slipped her slender fingers between the other girl’s legs.
“God, yes.” Quinn panted. She straddled Dianna’s hips and started to rock against her hand.
Hazel eyes watched the small frown appear between fine brows as Dianna ran her fingertips over the slick and swollen crease of Quinn’s pussy. Quinn was concentrating so hard on the feel of Dianna touching her and Dianna thought it was one of the sexist things she had ever seen. She surged upwards, capturing Quinn’s lips with her own, kissing the girl as she pushed her fingers between the lips of Quinn’s soaking wet pussy.
Quinn moaned into Dianna’s mouth and Dianna moaned in response to having her fingers buried inside of the blonde cheerleader. She curled her fingers as she thrust in and out, making sure to rub the heel of her hand against Quinn’s clit.
Dianna turned her head to the side as Quinn trailed wet kisses along her jaw and then down along her neck. She looked over into the mirror, seeing the girl, now only wearing the tiny red uniform skirt, roll her hips against her fingers and Dianna briefly wondered as to when she had helped the other girl remove her top and underwear, but those thoughts quickly disappeared when Quinn started to suck on her neck and push her own fingers in and out of Dianna.
Dianna arched as a hand found her breast and a third finger curled inside of her wet pussy. The squelches, groans and whimpers, noises that they were making as they fucked, were obscene and Dianna didn’t believe that she could get anymore turned on by the sights, sounds and smell of sex surrounding her.
“Oh God.”
Quinn gasped against Dianna’s long throat and Dianna shuddered. “Fuck.” She arched her back, thrusting her hips against slender fingers.
“Quiiinnn.” Dianna keened as slick fingers slipped out of her. She was so close, but Quinn had stopped fucking her and was now just lazily rubbing her three fingers around Dianna’s clit. She opened her eyes, looking up into the flushed features and cruel smirk of Quinn Fabray.
“It’s all about the teasing.” Quinn sneered down. “Not about the pleasing.”
Dianna blinked rapidly as she clenched hard. Her whole body tensed and she bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the throaty groan of Quinn’s name as she came apart, just as Quinn was shuddering above her.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she panted for air. She could feel the strong rhythmic pulsing in her pussy beginning to fade out, but she held onto her orgasm as long as she could by picturing that sneer curling the lips of her fantasy girl and rubbing her fingers slowly over her sensitive flesh, splitting the cream covered lips to gentle coax any remaining tremors from her body.
“That’s my girl.”
Dianna’s eyes opened at the words spoken to her from across the room. She stared up at the white ceiling, feeling her smile tug at her lips as she still imagined that the half naked cheerleader was now kneeling besides her, catching her breath too. She rolled her head to the side, blowing at strands of unruly blonde hair that obstructed her view of her girlfriend.
“Did you … enjoy that as much as I did?” Dianna released a shuddery breath as her eyes took in Lea as she sat on a chair by the door, her right leg bent tightly to her body so that the heel of her foot was perched on the wooden frame of the stool.
Lea licked at her full lips as she continued to stroke her sopping wet pussy. “Watching you was amazing, Di.” She swallowed hard as Dianna crooked her finger at her, beckoning her to the bed.
Dianna smiled, watching the small brunette eagerly cross the room. “I’ve had my fun, baby.” She could feel the heat emanating from her naked girlfriend as Lea looked up at her through dark lashes. “Now it’s your turn.”