V-DAY EXCHANGE FIC! Cherries and Oranges, for the community
Title: Cherries and Oranges
Characters: Quinn/Rachel/Brittany/Santana
Word Count: 1,018
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, work of fiction is.
Summary: Santana and Brittany convince Rachel and Quinn to have a more!some.
Beta: wickedrent1013
Author's Notes: Hope you enjoy it, giftee!
Rachel was sitting across from Santana and Brittany at the lunch table. They had accepted her as a friend and usually invited her to have lunch with them. Plus she never said much or questioned their relationship. The Cheerios were rubbing their bare legs together and Brittany was giggling at whatever Santana was whispering in her ear. Santana dipped her fingers into the vanilla yogurt and Rachel watched with squinted eyes as the blonde girl sucked the Latina girl’s fingers clean.
“What if someone sees?” Rachel whispered. Santana rolled her eyes and Brittany blushed through her giggles.
“I think you’re the only one that saw,” Santana pointed out with an arched brow.
“Well I don’t think you want people spreading rumors about you. I know first hand how cruel rumors can be,” Rachel said.
“People already think you’re a lesbian. They think you’re in love with Quinn,” Brittany said.
Rachel’s eyes went wide. “What!? I’m not a lesbo, or anything,” Rachel hissed.
“Neither am I. Just because you have sex or think about having sex with another girl, doesn’t make you a lesbo. Sex is sex,” Santana shrugged and Brittany nodded in agreement. “And I don’t believe for one second that you don’t want to bang Quinn Fabray.”
Rachel blushed and almost jumped out her seat when Quinn approached their table.
“Hi, mind if I sit with you?” Quinn asked.
“Sure,” Santana smirked and Quinn slid into a chair next to Rachel.
While Quinn was preoccupied with getting her lunch situated, eyes cast down at her tray, Santana made eye contact with Rachel. The Latina grinned and made a V with two fingers before wiggling her tongue between the crack. Rachel’s face was practically crimson now.
“Are you ok?” Quinn asked Rachel, noticing how flushed she looked.
“Y…yeah, just a little warm…is all,” Rachel stammered.
_
“She totally wants to sleep with Quinn,” Brittany smiled as she traced the curve of Santana’s hip.
“Mmm, I know babe,” Santana purred, lazily drawing her fingers through Brittany’s white blonde hair.
“We should convince them to sleep with us, have a more some,” Brittany smiled.
“A more some,” Santana mused, “that’s a really good idea, babe.”
Brittany was moving her hips in time with the movement. Santana couldn’t take her eyes on the blonde’s gyrating hips. Rachel was already starting to feel the effects of the wine cooler, a warm pit formed in her stomach. The short skirt showed off Brittany’s long, lean legs and Rachel’s eyes traveled up the blonde girl’s body. She was beautiful in a way that contrasted with Rachel so drastically that Rachel wasn't sure if she was beautiful at all.
“Do you wanna kiss her?” Santana asked, having noticed the look on Rachel’s face.
“Yes,” Rachel whispered.
“Britt, come here,” Santana said, crooking her finger.
Brittany smiled and flopped down in the spot between Rachel and Santana.
“I wanna kiss you,” Rachel whispered.
“I like kissing, Santana says I’m good at it,” Brittany smiled proudly before she pressed their lips together. Rachel tasted like oranges and pineapples. Their tongues tangled together and Santana pressed her lips to the back of Brittany’s neck. Brittany broke the kiss.
“We should wait for Quinn, we don’t want her to be left out,” she announced, not wanting to hurt her friend’s feelings.
“Good idea, Britt,” Santana smiled.
“Quinn’s coming?” Rachel squeaked, her lips red and engorged from the kiss. She had discussed this probability with Santana, but she had never thought that the other girl would go through with it.
“You’re welcome,” Santana smirked.
-
Rachel found herself crouched in the Lopez’s bathroom, her head between her knees. The room had finally stopped spinning and the wine coolers were making her stomach feel queasy. There was a knock at the door.
“Yeah?” Rachel whispered in a hoarse voice.
“Are you ok?” Quinn replied.
“Y…yeah, I’m fine,” Rachel pushed out.
“Can I come in?” Quinn asked and the door knob twisted before Rachel had time to answer.
“Did you drink too much?” Quinn asked and Rachel just nodded.
The blonde wet a washcloth and pressed it against Rachel’s forehead. “You’ll live,” Quinn teased, her fingers playing with the soft strands of hair around Rachel’s face. Rachel titled her face up and found herself gazing at Quinn’s angelic face.
Quinn’s head ducked down and their lips were pressed together. Quinn tasted like cherries.
“Santana wants us to have a foursome,” Rachel breathed over Quinn’s plush lips.
“I know. She’s been trying to convince me for days to say yes.”
“And do you…say yes?”
“Yes.”
-
Brittany and Santana were already naked with Santana’s head buried between Brittany’s thighs. The pale cheerleaders light pink nipples were erect and her head was tossed back. Quinn let go of Rachel’s hand and walked over to the couch. Rachel watched as Quinn kneaded one of Brittany’s hard nipples back and forth with two fingers. Brittany was moaning in pleasure and Rachel could tell from the high pitch that she was coming.
“Take off your clothes,” Santana half growled at Quinn and Rachel, wiping her mouth and peering out from between Brittany’s thighs.
Rachel peeled away her clothes with shaking hands and watched Quinn shimmy out of her dress with expert ease. Quinn’s body was warm and soft, perfect for nibbling. Rachel’s teeth scraped over the blonde’s shoulders and Santana’s fingers began to explore Rachel’s curves. Brittany was pressed against Quinn’s back, her hard nipples rubbing over the soft flesh.
Somehow Rachel ended up on the floor, on her back with Santana’s fingers pressed deep inside her. Quinn was straddling Rachel’s face, her hot, dripping pussy rubbing over the brunette’s eager lips. Brittany was teasing Santana with a vibrator while rubbing between her legs with her free hand.
“Oh!” Quinn moaned happily as she grinded her hips hard while perched on Rachel’s face.
Santana’s thumb slid lightly over Rachel’s clit. The Latina’s body trembled as Brittany switched the vibrator on high as her own fingers bought her to orgasm. The room smelled like sex and alcohol after they were finished. A faint fragrance of oranges and cherries.
About the fic you request: I'm looking for a fic that's all about Santana and Brittany working together to convince Quinn to have a more!some with Rachel. Rachel's already agreed. Jealous!Santana Overexcited!Rachel are my favorite!!
Rating(s) requested (G-NC-17): NC-17 (sorry, I'm a perv!)
Character(s) or pairing(s): Santana/Brittany/Rachel/Quinn
Prompts (minimum of 3, no maximum!):
1. More!some
2. "She was beautiful in a way that contrasted with [name] so drastically that [name] wasn't sure if she was beautiful at all."
3. Obscene gestures in the cafeteria
4. "I'm not a lesbo, or anything"
Things you DON’T want in your story (squicks, triggers, genres you dislike, characters you hate, etc.): Keep Puck out of this. I'm not a big fan. And keeping Brittany in character is very, very important to me.
Characters: Quinn/Rachel/Brittany/Santana
Word Count: 1,018
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, work of fiction is.
Summary: Santana and Brittany convince Rachel and Quinn to have a more!some.
Beta: wickedrent1013
Author's Notes: Hope you enjoy it, giftee!
Rachel was sitting across from Santana and Brittany at the lunch table. They had accepted her as a friend and usually invited her to have lunch with them. Plus she never said much or questioned their relationship. The Cheerios were rubbing their bare legs together and Brittany was giggling at whatever Santana was whispering in her ear. Santana dipped her fingers into the vanilla yogurt and Rachel watched with squinted eyes as the blonde girl sucked the Latina girl’s fingers clean.
“What if someone sees?” Rachel whispered. Santana rolled her eyes and Brittany blushed through her giggles.
“I think you’re the only one that saw,” Santana pointed out with an arched brow.
“Well I don’t think you want people spreading rumors about you. I know first hand how cruel rumors can be,” Rachel said.
“People already think you’re a lesbian. They think you’re in love with Quinn,” Brittany said.
Rachel’s eyes went wide. “What!? I’m not a lesbo, or anything,” Rachel hissed.
“Neither am I. Just because you have sex or think about having sex with another girl, doesn’t make you a lesbo. Sex is sex,” Santana shrugged and Brittany nodded in agreement. “And I don’t believe for one second that you don’t want to bang Quinn Fabray.”
Rachel blushed and almost jumped out her seat when Quinn approached their table.
“Hi, mind if I sit with you?” Quinn asked.
“Sure,” Santana smirked and Quinn slid into a chair next to Rachel.
While Quinn was preoccupied with getting her lunch situated, eyes cast down at her tray, Santana made eye contact with Rachel. The Latina grinned and made a V with two fingers before wiggling her tongue between the crack. Rachel’s face was practically crimson now.
“Are you ok?” Quinn asked Rachel, noticing how flushed she looked.
“Y…yeah, just a little warm…is all,” Rachel stammered.
_
“She totally wants to sleep with Quinn,” Brittany smiled as she traced the curve of Santana’s hip.
“Mmm, I know babe,” Santana purred, lazily drawing her fingers through Brittany’s white blonde hair.
“We should convince them to sleep with us, have a more some,” Brittany smiled.
“A more some,” Santana mused, “that’s a really good idea, babe.”
Brittany was moving her hips in time with the movement. Santana couldn’t take her eyes on the blonde’s gyrating hips. Rachel was already starting to feel the effects of the wine cooler, a warm pit formed in her stomach. The short skirt showed off Brittany’s long, lean legs and Rachel’s eyes traveled up the blonde girl’s body. She was beautiful in a way that contrasted with Rachel so drastically that Rachel wasn't sure if she was beautiful at all.
“Do you wanna kiss her?” Santana asked, having noticed the look on Rachel’s face.
“Yes,” Rachel whispered.
“Britt, come here,” Santana said, crooking her finger.
Brittany smiled and flopped down in the spot between Rachel and Santana.
“I wanna kiss you,” Rachel whispered.
“I like kissing, Santana says I’m good at it,” Brittany smiled proudly before she pressed their lips together. Rachel tasted like oranges and pineapples. Their tongues tangled together and Santana pressed her lips to the back of Brittany’s neck. Brittany broke the kiss.
“We should wait for Quinn, we don’t want her to be left out,” she announced, not wanting to hurt her friend’s feelings.
“Good idea, Britt,” Santana smiled.
“Quinn’s coming?” Rachel squeaked, her lips red and engorged from the kiss. She had discussed this probability with Santana, but she had never thought that the other girl would go through with it.
“You’re welcome,” Santana smirked.
-
Rachel found herself crouched in the Lopez’s bathroom, her head between her knees. The room had finally stopped spinning and the wine coolers were making her stomach feel queasy. There was a knock at the door.
“Yeah?” Rachel whispered in a hoarse voice.
“Are you ok?” Quinn replied.
“Y…yeah, I’m fine,” Rachel pushed out.
“Can I come in?” Quinn asked and the door knob twisted before Rachel had time to answer.
“Did you drink too much?” Quinn asked and Rachel just nodded.
The blonde wet a washcloth and pressed it against Rachel’s forehead. “You’ll live,” Quinn teased, her fingers playing with the soft strands of hair around Rachel’s face. Rachel titled her face up and found herself gazing at Quinn’s angelic face.
Quinn’s head ducked down and their lips were pressed together. Quinn tasted like cherries.
“Santana wants us to have a foursome,” Rachel breathed over Quinn’s plush lips.
“I know. She’s been trying to convince me for days to say yes.”
“And do you…say yes?”
“Yes.”
-
Brittany and Santana were already naked with Santana’s head buried between Brittany’s thighs. The pale cheerleaders light pink nipples were erect and her head was tossed back. Quinn let go of Rachel’s hand and walked over to the couch. Rachel watched as Quinn kneaded one of Brittany’s hard nipples back and forth with two fingers. Brittany was moaning in pleasure and Rachel could tell from the high pitch that she was coming.
“Take off your clothes,” Santana half growled at Quinn and Rachel, wiping her mouth and peering out from between Brittany’s thighs.
Rachel peeled away her clothes with shaking hands and watched Quinn shimmy out of her dress with expert ease. Quinn’s body was warm and soft, perfect for nibbling. Rachel’s teeth scraped over the blonde’s shoulders and Santana’s fingers began to explore Rachel’s curves. Brittany was pressed against Quinn’s back, her hard nipples rubbing over the soft flesh.
Somehow Rachel ended up on the floor, on her back with Santana’s fingers pressed deep inside her. Quinn was straddling Rachel’s face, her hot, dripping pussy rubbing over the brunette’s eager lips. Brittany was teasing Santana with a vibrator while rubbing between her legs with her free hand.
“Oh!” Quinn moaned happily as she grinded her hips hard while perched on Rachel’s face.
Santana’s thumb slid lightly over Rachel’s clit. The Latina’s body trembled as Brittany switched the vibrator on high as her own fingers bought her to orgasm. The room smelled like sex and alcohol after they were finished. A faint fragrance of oranges and cherries.
About the fic you request: I'm looking for a fic that's all about Santana and Brittany working together to convince Quinn to have a more!some with Rachel. Rachel's already agreed. Jealous!Santana Overexcited!Rachel are my favorite!!
Rating(s) requested (G-NC-17): NC-17 (sorry, I'm a perv!)
Character(s) or pairing(s): Santana/Brittany/Rachel/Quinn
Prompts (minimum of 3, no maximum!):
1. More!some
2. "She was beautiful in a way that contrasted with [name] so drastically that [name] wasn't sure if she was beautiful at all."
3. Obscene gestures in the cafeteria
4. "I'm not a lesbo, or anything"
Things you DON’T want in your story (squicks, triggers, genres you dislike, characters you hate, etc.): Keep Puck out of this. I'm not a big fan. And keeping Brittany in character is very, very important to me.