Take One for the Team
Quinn/Rachel's first experience with dry humping. Set just after Rachel's big football game in 2x11, no spoilers, no angst, no plot. This is basically fully clothed smut. Enjoy!
Obligatory A/N: Written for anon prompt I received in my tumblr ask, which I drunkenly accepted. "Quinn/Rachel's first experience with dry humping, because so many fics have them jump right into sex, but they're horny teenagers! Of course they'd get off with good old fashioned grinding during a makeout session." As always, feed me back!
Quinn pulled Rachel through the front door, tossed her keys on the table. Her fingers were laced into thick brown hair before the door slammed closed.
"Rachel," she murmured against hot, wet lips.
Rachel's hands snaked beneath Quinn's Cheerios jacket, tugged at Quinn's uniform in response, pulling her closer. Always closer. She pushed herself up on her toes, one hand flying to Quinn's neck and scrambling for purchase against soft skin. She scratched and Quinn growled into her mouth.
"God, Rach, do that again."
Rachel complied and Quinn's arms flexed, jerking Rachel's body hard into her.
Coats came off in a flurry, strewn on the floor. Rachel moved to pull her football jersey over her head, but Quinn seized her hands and held them frozen against her stomach.
"Leave it on," Quinn commanded softly, and Rachel's mouth went dry.
Before she knew it, she was pushing forward, pinning Quinn against the front door, Quinn's breath puffing out against Rachel's lips in a soft "oomph."
Quinn's hands traveled south and alternated squeezing and pulling at Rachel's hips. When she felt Rachel's mouth on her neck, her eyes rolled back and her tongue loosened, her words pouring out softly against Rachel's hair.
"God, Rachel, that feels... Oh. Oh! See-seeing you tonight in that jersey on the field... Fuck." Quinn was clawing desperately at Rachel's waist now, her head dropping back against the door. "I've never seen anything so sexy in my life. Ungh, that feels amazing." Rachel sucked, hard, and Quinn's hips shot off the door, slammed into her. She pushed back roughly and growled into Quinn's neck.
"I was worried you'd get hurt," Quinn continued, "but you didn't and now you look... God, you look so hot in a football uniform."
Quinn couldn't help it; she took control. She pushed against Rachel, walking her backwards through the living room, kissing and sucking Rachel's neck. When Rachel felt couch dig into the backs of her knees, she sat down and Quinn followed, straddling her, pushing Rachel's shoulders. Laying Rachel down and covering her with her own body.
Rachel's eyes were wide. They'd been dating for months and kissed whenever they could, but they'd never actually been lying down before. "Quinn?"
Quinn kissed Rachel's neck, her knees on either side of Rachel's hips. She couldn't help but remember the last time she'd kissed someone on this couch.
Finn.
Rachel was so much smaller than Finn. So much more perfect. She fit between Quinn's knees perfectly.
When she'd made out with Finn the last time, she'd pulled away when she felt his hands snake down her body and massage her ass. She'd pulled away and made a show of praying in front of him. It was the easiest way to kill the mood she could think of. When Finn touched her, it was easy to stop, easy to kill the mood; it was easy because she didn't feel anything. She wondered hazily as she sucked on Rachel's neck if it were Rachel squeezing her ass, if she would feel something then.
Before she could stop herself, she was moving her hands to Rachel's, guiding them behind her. She settled Rachel's hands on her ass and left them, pushing her own hands back into the couch on either side of Rachel's head, supporting her weight and refocusing her attention on Rachel's neck.
Rachel rolled her head, groaned. She was panting now, and Quinn could feel her chest rising and falling beneath her.
When Rachel finally squeezed, Quinn's eyes shot open and her mouth stilled on Rachel's skin.
Oh god.
Rachel rubbed in light circles and then squeezed again, pulling Quinn hard down into her. Quinn was soaked already, and Rachel's motion had her rubbing hard down into Rachel's zipper. The material there bulged just so and rubbed against Quinn in the best way.
She gasped against Rachel, and Rachel repeated the motion. "Feel good?" she asked, and Quinn nodded wildly against her.
When she squeezed again, Quinn rocked down on her own. "Oh my god."
"Quinn," Rachel breathed. And then again, "Quinn."
Before it registered what she was doing, Quinn was supporting herself completely on her hands and knees and working herself against the seam in Rachel Berry's jeans.
"Is this... Is this okay?"
This time, the wild nod came from Rachel.
"It feels unbelievable."
Her eyes were wide and trained on Quinn's movements. It was like Quinn was working on some sort of invisible hinge; rocking back and forth, front and back. Every time she got to the front, her hips would roll inward and Rachel could feel her contracting against her through her spankies.
Rachel could feel heat and wetness coming off of Quinn, and it made her shudder.
"God, you feel so good," she panted into Quinn's mouth. "Harder."
Quinn jerked forward, grinding down hard and Rachel arched up to meet her for the first time. The noise that Quinn made in the back of her throat sent a jolt between Rachel's legs and pooled hotly in her panties.
"Quinn," she moaned.
Quinn's arms rippled by Rachel's head, the insides of her elbows jutting at odd angles as she writhed above Rachel.
"This is amazing," Quinn breathed into Rachel's ear, her breath hot and wet. "I love the way you feel between my legs."
Rachel's eyes rolled back. "Oh my god, Quinn."
She squeezed her knees together against Rachel's hips and raked over her for another pass, grinding her clit against the rough material and moaning.
"You've been driving me crazy all night, Rachel. I wanted you so badly since you strutted out onto that field."
Rachel squeezed Quinn's ass harder, and Quinn bucked into her.
"Quinn, you look so..." Amazing. Breathtaking. Sexy. "Can you... Doing what you're doing, do you think you can... come?"
Hazel eyes shot open but Quinn's rhythm never faltered.
She chewed her lip, eyes locked with Rachel's. "I don't know. I've never..."
Dark brows shot up. "Never? Not, not even on your own?"
Quinn's rocking slowed and Rachel raked fingers up creamy thighs. Quinn shuddered, chewed her lip harder. A slow shake of the head.
"Never," she whispered.
Rachel ran hands up smooth arms, tucked a loose golden strand behind a perfect ear. "I haven't either. Not with another person, I mean. I don't want to rush you," she said softly.
Quinn kissed her softly, gently.
"I've never felt like this with anyone, Rach." Another kiss, more tender than the last, and then, "I don't want to stop."
The blush beneath those satin cheeks was unmistakable, but Quinn steadily held Rachel's gaze.
"I want to make you feel good," Rachel whispered, and Quinn nodded.
"Can I...?" Quinn looked between their bodies and Rachel smiled.
"I want you to."
Slowly, Quinn started rocking again, and Rachel's hands found their way back to Quinn's ass. She scooped them up beneath Quinn's pleats, felt smooth skin and spankies. Quinn's eyes fluttered shut and she groaned.
"I love your hands on me there," she said, and it made Rachel's breath burn in her lungs.
Rachel was squeezing, pulling, rocking Quinn into her harder and faster, and Quinn was panting, grinding down harder and harder. Her brow furrowed in concentration as her hips ground down, Rachel's rising up to meet her.
Something was happening; she could feel it, and it made her rock just a little faster, gaze a little harder into Rachel's eyes.
"Rach," she whispered, and then it was breaking over her, shattering her from the inside out and tearing from her throat in a strangled cry. She tensed, fisted Rachel's jersey so tightly and arched back so violently that she pulled Rachel up off the couch and into a sitting position. Rachel wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist, supporting her, and pressed her face into Quinn's chest.
Quinn shook and jerked in Rachel's arms and Rachel held her tightly, her breath trapped in her throat at the feeling of Quinn Fabray coming in her arms for the first time.
"My god, Quinn, that was unbelievably sexy," she murmured when Quinn finally stilled.
Quinn slumped forward, pressed Rachel back into the couch, kissed her sloppily. "No one's ever done that to me before," she said softly.
"You looked beautiful," Rachel told her, toying with her hair.
"Your hands," Quinn mumbled into Rachel's neck. "Urging me on like that. God, Rach."
"Hmmm," Rachel hummed. "I'm glad you liked that. I definitely did."
Suddenly, Quinn pushed herself up on one arm, searching Rachel's face. Slowly, she shifted her weight on top of Rachel's body, nudged Rachel's legs apart with her own.
"Quinn... what are you doing?"
Quinn pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Rachel's neck and pressed her bare thigh into the crease of Rachel's jeans.
"I want to make you feel good too," she whispered and kissed her again. Rachel's hands gripped Quinn's shoulders and dug deep when Quinn started rocking against her.
Rachel's head fell back, her mouth open in a silent gasp, her eyes screwed shut as she worked her own hips up and down against Quinn's thigh.
"Fuck, Rach, I can smell you."
Rachel jerked at Quinn's words, gripped tighter. "Quinn," she mewled. "Please. Please, Quinn."
Quinn watched Rachel's face in awe, felt the rough material of Rachel's jeans scratching against her thigh. Rachel bucked beneath her, dark hair flying as Rachel's head thrashed back and forth. Quinn bit her lip and drove her thigh harder into Rachel. She'd just come herself a few minutes ago, but watching Rachel, feeling Rachel, she found herself grinding once more on Rachel's thigh as she steadily rubbed her own against her girlfriend's crotch.
When she felt Rachel's leg hook around her hip, Rachel's heel hitting the back of her thigh, spurring her on, she dropped her head to Rachel's neck and let out a low groan.
Quinn had never lost control before; had never used the word hump to describe anything she'd ever done. Yet here she was, hips working furiously against Rachel like some kind of animal. And Rachel's were working back, her back coming up off the couch, her fingers digging hard enough into Quinn's skin to leave marks.
She stretched once, twice below Quinn and shuddered, lifting her hips violently off the couch and thrashing against Quinn's thigh as incoherent words and muddled sounds poured from her mouth into Quinn's ear.
When Rachel finally fell still, Quinn paused, kissed her neck.
"Did you...? Again?" Rachel panted and Quinn shook her head. "God, what are you waiting for? Come against me, Quinn."
And when Rachel clutched at her ass again, that was all she needed to push hard against Rachel's leg, bow up like someone was drawing her back, and thrust herself into Rachel's heat. She came apart again in seconds and when she fell once more, Rachel caught her with strong, steady arms.
She felt Rachel press a kiss to her temple as she fell slowly back to earth.
"If I'd known that being on the football would get me that, I would've tried out a long time ago," Rachel said, and Quinn laughed into her neck.
"I'd keep the uniform, if I were you," Quinn mumbled as she settled into Rachel and let her girl wrap her up.