FIC: In the Backseat of My Car [Quinn/Rachel, NC17]
Title: In the Backseat of My Car
Author: letsjuststayin
Rating: NC17
Summary: Rachel convinces Quinn to take her to the movies, but once they're there, she has other ideas.
A/N: G!P. Written for this prompt at the glee_kink_meme
When Rachel asks you to take her to a showing of some old musical at the theatre across town, you protest. She says something about how there are only a few reels left in the entire country and it's amazing that it's even made it to Lima. She says it will be there for one weekend only and you tell her there are much better ways to spend your time together, but when she looks up at your through her long lashes - sad doe eyes and bottom lip jutting out in that perfect Rachel Berry pout - you can't say no any longer.
"Fine," you huff, settling your hands on Rachel's waist. "But you owe me."
Rachel leans up on her tiptoes and presses her lips against your ear. "I'll make it worth your while."
You shudder and feel your cock twitch at Rachel's seductive words. Since it had appeared the summer of your thirteenth year (after pre-Cheerios Summer Camp was over, thank God), you had reacted strongly to Rachel's presence. After a few unfornately timed boners, you learned how to control it by employing a bevy of uncomfortable images to loop in your mind's eye. Lately, though - and by lately you mean since you had sex for the first time two weeks ago - your reactions have become even worse. The slightest flirtations make you hot and bothered, your cock throbbing uncomfortably, bordering on half erect within the confines of your pants. Rachel, unfortunately, has discovered this and now takes any opportunity to make you squirm.
***
When you arrive at the theatre, it's near deserted. Rachel pays for your tickets and you buy a soda for the two of you to split before you make your way into the theatre. The only other people in there are a group of old ladies sitting in the very front row and you realize they probably saw this when it first came out in theatres. Rachel grabs your hand, leading you back to the last row, and you smile, knowing she only does this when she wants to make out.
Maybe it won't be so bad after all.
***
You're lost and bored so you focus your attention on Rachel, tuning everything else out; the movie's got to be about over anyway. You smile as you watch her mouth along the words to a song you've never heard. After a few seconds your concentration breaks when you realize that Rachel has moved her hand from it's position on top of yours to your thigh. She's still focused on the screen when she brushes over your crotch.
"Rachel," you hiss through gritted teeth, trying to surpress the surprised moan hanging in the back of your throat. She doesn't listen, just strokes again, creating the slightest friction between your underwear and cock. You feel it twitching again against her ministrations and tighten your grip on the arm rests. "Rachel, stop."
Rachel leans over and licks a trail up your neck, tugging at your earlobe. "We're practically alone, Quinn," she whispers. "I told you I'd make it worth your while."
This time, you can't hold back your moan, but thankfully Rachel's free hand shoots across your mouth to muffle it.
"Now now, Quinn. You're still going to have to be quiet," she says as she kisses just behind your ear and squeezes once again. You can feel yourself getting hard, your pants already uncomfortable with the swelling.
She turns back to the film but her hand moves, this time to your belt, and she quietly undoes that, not allowing the metal to clank together and give you away. Next is the button and zipper of your jeans and when they're free, you sigh in relief at the loss of pressure. Thankfully the movie is a little loud - probably for all those old women in the front, you think in the back of your mind - because you can't hold back your low moan when she strokes your through your black boyshorts. She pumps a few times, making sure you're fully erect, and then licks her palm before sliding it inside your underwear.
Your hips immediately cant against her hand, delicate fingers wrapped perfectly around your cock, and you bite down on you lip so hard you taste the slightest hint of blood. Rachel turns from the movie again and nuzzles your neck as she continues to slowly stroke your cock. Her hand twists and squeezes at the perfect times and you wonder - not for the first time - if she researched how to give hand jobs because fuck, she's really good at them. (Not that you really have any comparison other than your own hand, but Rachel's feel so much better.)
Rachel bites down on your neck and your hand flies up to muffle the yelp that escapes your lips. You bite down on your knuckle while she sucks and sucks and you know there's going to be a dark purple bruise there, but you don't care because her teeth feel good scraping against your skin and her hand feels amazing against your cock.
"So hard," she husks, biting and licking all over your neck. Your head rolls back against the seat, allowing her more access which she gladly takes. "I'm so wet for you right now, Quinn," she whispers.
The whimper that escapes is quiet but audible and you feel her smile. She knows exactly how much it turns you on when she talks dirty, especially when she drops her voice to that sexy growl.
"Rachel," you moan softly, hand coming up to tangle in her hair. "I..."
"Come for me, Quinn," she half-moans against the corner of your mouth before kissing you deeply. Her hand tightens ever so slightly and she pumps again, once... twice... and you feel your orgasm hit, warm spilling out against your underwear and Rachel's hand. You moan into her mouth, hungry for more than just her hand, and your eyes slip shut. Your hand tangles in the hair at the nape of her neck as she works her tongue against yours roughtly. When she sucks against it, your hips jerk with the last wave of your orgasm, imagining it's your cock in her mouth.
When your breathing has mostly regulated, you open your eyes to find her licking your cum from her fingers, gaze fixed on you.
"Leaving. Now," you demand, taking her hand and nearly flying down the theatre stairs, not bothering to find out if she's protesting. You'll take her to see every showing tomorrow if that's what it takes, but if you don't get to have her in the next few minutes, you're fairly certain you'll spontaneously combust.
***
You don't stop running until you reach your car, intent on getting her home, naked, and in your bed in record time. When you reach your car, though, you formulate a different plan; having your mom's SUV actually works out perfectly. You climb in the back seat and fold them down, not missing the sparkle in Rachel's eye when she realizes what you're doing. You lean up to the front to turn on the music as she climbs in and you grab her, pushing her down on your makeshift bed. Your lips immediately find hers and you attack them hungrily, hands roaming everywhere.
"Fuck, Rachel," you moan as your hips grind in to hers. "Do you know how fucking sexy that was?"
She responds with a moan as your mouth moves to her neck, returning all the nips and licks she'd graced your neck with earlier in the theatre. Her hips rise to meet yours and you can tell you're already half erect again as you slide your hand underneath her shirt.
"Quinn," she gasps, tugging at your hair to move your mouth back to hers. She grinds against you desparately as you palm her breast, teasing her nipples through her bra.
"Rachel."
Somehow she manages to flip you over so she's straddling your legs, her already short skirt riding higher on her thighs. You move your hands to her ass and squeeze, lifting your hips in search of contact, but she moves away, hands falling to your zipper.
She works the zipper down tooth by tooth, teasing. You can feel each movement against your cock, already strainging against your jeans, and you whimper in anticipation. "Ms. Pillsbury said I'd be grateful for my lack of reflex. I think maybe we should test that out."
Your whimpers form into moans as you think about her mouth on you, but you quickly refocus. "No," you say, and before she can turn on her Rachel Berry pout, you lean up to kiss her sweetly. "Not right now. I just... I really want to be inside you."
You feel her smile against your mouth and then she moves off of you to reach for the condoms in your purse. You unzip your pants the rest of the way and tug your jeans and underwear down just enough to free your cock. You wrap your hand around it, pumping gently to make it fully erect, and Rachel turns around, sadness etched on her face.
"We're out, Quinn," she says dejectedly, and your face falls as well, briefly.
"We don't need them," you say, pulling her back to you.
"But Quinn," she replies, pushing away. "Over 400,000 teenage girls in the US alone get pregnant every year, I can..."
You silence her with a finger to her lips. "And how many of those girls got pregnant by their girlfriend?"
Rachel's mouth opens and closes slowly. "I... I don't know."
"Rachel please," you beg, kissing along her clavicle. "You know I got tested. There's no way I can get your pregnant."
"Condoms aren't just for pregnancy, Quinn," she says, but you can tell she's faltering by the way her hips move against you.
"Rach," you whisper against her ear, tilting your hips so your cock is touching the wet spot of her underwear, brushing against her sensitive clit. The thought of her being so wet for you is overwhelming and causes you to shiver with pleasure before you continue. "You were my first, baby."
"I know," she replies quietly. At first you're not sure if that's a yes or not, but then she's shifting and sliding off her underwear. "I love you, Quinn."
You smile and lean over to kiss her. "I love you, too, Rachel," you tell her as you stare directly in her eyes, trying to convey just how much. She moves to straddle your lap again but you shake your head. "Let me do this."
Rachel lays down and you're immediately on top of her, kissing her hard. A hand slips underneath her skirt, and you run your fingers through her soaking folds, pressing down on her clit.
"Quinn," Rachel pants, pulling back slightly. "Fuck me. Please. No teasing."
That's all the encouragement you need, so you push her skirt up around her waist and slip inside her, a duet of moans filling the inside of the car. You don't move at first despite the overwhelming urge - you want to give her time to adjust - but she grabs your ass and pulls you in closer so you start thrusting.
"Shirt up," you grunt and she does so slowly, teasingly. You lean in, still propped up on one arm, and kiss up her stomach, over toned muscles to the ridges of her ribcage and finally stop at her lace covered breasts. You use your other hand to roughly push her bra aside, sucking at her nipples as she writhes below you. You move from one breast to the other, working your tongue around puckered skin that you can never seem to get enough of. "So fucking gorgeous," you mumble.
"Quinn, harder," Rachel pants, arching up as she grabs at you.
Your hair.
Your shoulders.
Your ass.
Anything she can get ahold of.
"Such a little slut," you breathe out as you acquiese to her. It breifly crosses your mind how funny it is that you've always done as she's asked, even before you started dating, but the sensations coursing through your body are too much for you to focus on the thought too long. You can feel her walls start to tighten and grab her left leg, pushing it up to fuck her at a better angle.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck," she cries at the slight change in position. "I'm so close, Quinn. Please."
"Please what?" you tease, thrusts slowing slightly.
"Nononononono. Don't stop," she begs, her own hips undulating harder, searching for more contact. "Make me come, Quinn. I want you to come inside me."
She's desperate and you grin, loving the fact that you're the only one who can give her what she wants. Your arm is trembling as you pick up the pace again; it's about to give out, but you push through it. If you can survive Sue Sylvester's practices, you can certainly fuck your girlfriend without giving in. Her moans increase as you fuck her harder, and you can't help but smile at the keening coming from her. When you feel that familiar coiling in your belly, you lean down and kiss her.
"I'm so close," you say, lips brushing over hers. "Come for me, beautiful." And with a swipe of your thumb over her clit, she does. She's clinging on to you and you're both crying out in pleasure, unintelligible words and promises of love as her walls contract around you, dragging your orgasm out. You finally let your arm give as you collapse on top of her, chests heaving.
The two of you are silent, content to listen to each other breathe, until she breaks the silence. "Now that wasn't such a waste of time was it?" she asks.
"No, Rach," you say with a smile, propping your chin on her chest to look at her. "Definitely not."
Author: letsjuststayin
Rating: NC17
Summary: Rachel convinces Quinn to take her to the movies, but once they're there, she has other ideas.
A/N: G!P. Written for this prompt at the glee_kink_meme
When Rachel asks you to take her to a showing of some old musical at the theatre across town, you protest. She says something about how there are only a few reels left in the entire country and it's amazing that it's even made it to Lima. She says it will be there for one weekend only and you tell her there are much better ways to spend your time together, but when she looks up at your through her long lashes - sad doe eyes and bottom lip jutting out in that perfect Rachel Berry pout - you can't say no any longer.
"Fine," you huff, settling your hands on Rachel's waist. "But you owe me."
Rachel leans up on her tiptoes and presses her lips against your ear. "I'll make it worth your while."
You shudder and feel your cock twitch at Rachel's seductive words. Since it had appeared the summer of your thirteenth year (after pre-Cheerios Summer Camp was over, thank God), you had reacted strongly to Rachel's presence. After a few unfornately timed boners, you learned how to control it by employing a bevy of uncomfortable images to loop in your mind's eye. Lately, though - and by lately you mean since you had sex for the first time two weeks ago - your reactions have become even worse. The slightest flirtations make you hot and bothered, your cock throbbing uncomfortably, bordering on half erect within the confines of your pants. Rachel, unfortunately, has discovered this and now takes any opportunity to make you squirm.
***
When you arrive at the theatre, it's near deserted. Rachel pays for your tickets and you buy a soda for the two of you to split before you make your way into the theatre. The only other people in there are a group of old ladies sitting in the very front row and you realize they probably saw this when it first came out in theatres. Rachel grabs your hand, leading you back to the last row, and you smile, knowing she only does this when she wants to make out.
Maybe it won't be so bad after all.
***
You're lost and bored so you focus your attention on Rachel, tuning everything else out; the movie's got to be about over anyway. You smile as you watch her mouth along the words to a song you've never heard. After a few seconds your concentration breaks when you realize that Rachel has moved her hand from it's position on top of yours to your thigh. She's still focused on the screen when she brushes over your crotch.
"Rachel," you hiss through gritted teeth, trying to surpress the surprised moan hanging in the back of your throat. She doesn't listen, just strokes again, creating the slightest friction between your underwear and cock. You feel it twitching again against her ministrations and tighten your grip on the arm rests. "Rachel, stop."
Rachel leans over and licks a trail up your neck, tugging at your earlobe. "We're practically alone, Quinn," she whispers. "I told you I'd make it worth your while."
This time, you can't hold back your moan, but thankfully Rachel's free hand shoots across your mouth to muffle it.
"Now now, Quinn. You're still going to have to be quiet," she says as she kisses just behind your ear and squeezes once again. You can feel yourself getting hard, your pants already uncomfortable with the swelling.
She turns back to the film but her hand moves, this time to your belt, and she quietly undoes that, not allowing the metal to clank together and give you away. Next is the button and zipper of your jeans and when they're free, you sigh in relief at the loss of pressure. Thankfully the movie is a little loud - probably for all those old women in the front, you think in the back of your mind - because you can't hold back your low moan when she strokes your through your black boyshorts. She pumps a few times, making sure you're fully erect, and then licks her palm before sliding it inside your underwear.
Your hips immediately cant against her hand, delicate fingers wrapped perfectly around your cock, and you bite down on you lip so hard you taste the slightest hint of blood. Rachel turns from the movie again and nuzzles your neck as she continues to slowly stroke your cock. Her hand twists and squeezes at the perfect times and you wonder - not for the first time - if she researched how to give hand jobs because fuck, she's really good at them. (Not that you really have any comparison other than your own hand, but Rachel's feel so much better.)
Rachel bites down on your neck and your hand flies up to muffle the yelp that escapes your lips. You bite down on your knuckle while she sucks and sucks and you know there's going to be a dark purple bruise there, but you don't care because her teeth feel good scraping against your skin and her hand feels amazing against your cock.
"So hard," she husks, biting and licking all over your neck. Your head rolls back against the seat, allowing her more access which she gladly takes. "I'm so wet for you right now, Quinn," she whispers.
The whimper that escapes is quiet but audible and you feel her smile. She knows exactly how much it turns you on when she talks dirty, especially when she drops her voice to that sexy growl.
"Rachel," you moan softly, hand coming up to tangle in her hair. "I..."
"Come for me, Quinn," she half-moans against the corner of your mouth before kissing you deeply. Her hand tightens ever so slightly and she pumps again, once... twice... and you feel your orgasm hit, warm spilling out against your underwear and Rachel's hand. You moan into her mouth, hungry for more than just her hand, and your eyes slip shut. Your hand tangles in the hair at the nape of her neck as she works her tongue against yours roughtly. When she sucks against it, your hips jerk with the last wave of your orgasm, imagining it's your cock in her mouth.
When your breathing has mostly regulated, you open your eyes to find her licking your cum from her fingers, gaze fixed on you.
"Leaving. Now," you demand, taking her hand and nearly flying down the theatre stairs, not bothering to find out if she's protesting. You'll take her to see every showing tomorrow if that's what it takes, but if you don't get to have her in the next few minutes, you're fairly certain you'll spontaneously combust.
***
You don't stop running until you reach your car, intent on getting her home, naked, and in your bed in record time. When you reach your car, though, you formulate a different plan; having your mom's SUV actually works out perfectly. You climb in the back seat and fold them down, not missing the sparkle in Rachel's eye when she realizes what you're doing. You lean up to the front to turn on the music as she climbs in and you grab her, pushing her down on your makeshift bed. Your lips immediately find hers and you attack them hungrily, hands roaming everywhere.
"Fuck, Rachel," you moan as your hips grind in to hers. "Do you know how fucking sexy that was?"
She responds with a moan as your mouth moves to her neck, returning all the nips and licks she'd graced your neck with earlier in the theatre. Her hips rise to meet yours and you can tell you're already half erect again as you slide your hand underneath her shirt.
"Quinn," she gasps, tugging at your hair to move your mouth back to hers. She grinds against you desparately as you palm her breast, teasing her nipples through her bra.
"Rachel."
Somehow she manages to flip you over so she's straddling your legs, her already short skirt riding higher on her thighs. You move your hands to her ass and squeeze, lifting your hips in search of contact, but she moves away, hands falling to your zipper.
She works the zipper down tooth by tooth, teasing. You can feel each movement against your cock, already strainging against your jeans, and you whimper in anticipation. "Ms. Pillsbury said I'd be grateful for my lack of reflex. I think maybe we should test that out."
Your whimpers form into moans as you think about her mouth on you, but you quickly refocus. "No," you say, and before she can turn on her Rachel Berry pout, you lean up to kiss her sweetly. "Not right now. I just... I really want to be inside you."
You feel her smile against your mouth and then she moves off of you to reach for the condoms in your purse. You unzip your pants the rest of the way and tug your jeans and underwear down just enough to free your cock. You wrap your hand around it, pumping gently to make it fully erect, and Rachel turns around, sadness etched on her face.
"We're out, Quinn," she says dejectedly, and your face falls as well, briefly.
"We don't need them," you say, pulling her back to you.
"But Quinn," she replies, pushing away. "Over 400,000 teenage girls in the US alone get pregnant every year, I can..."
You silence her with a finger to her lips. "And how many of those girls got pregnant by their girlfriend?"
Rachel's mouth opens and closes slowly. "I... I don't know."
"Rachel please," you beg, kissing along her clavicle. "You know I got tested. There's no way I can get your pregnant."
"Condoms aren't just for pregnancy, Quinn," she says, but you can tell she's faltering by the way her hips move against you.
"Rach," you whisper against her ear, tilting your hips so your cock is touching the wet spot of her underwear, brushing against her sensitive clit. The thought of her being so wet for you is overwhelming and causes you to shiver with pleasure before you continue. "You were my first, baby."
"I know," she replies quietly. At first you're not sure if that's a yes or not, but then she's shifting and sliding off her underwear. "I love you, Quinn."
You smile and lean over to kiss her. "I love you, too, Rachel," you tell her as you stare directly in her eyes, trying to convey just how much. She moves to straddle your lap again but you shake your head. "Let me do this."
Rachel lays down and you're immediately on top of her, kissing her hard. A hand slips underneath her skirt, and you run your fingers through her soaking folds, pressing down on her clit.
"Quinn," Rachel pants, pulling back slightly. "Fuck me. Please. No teasing."
That's all the encouragement you need, so you push her skirt up around her waist and slip inside her, a duet of moans filling the inside of the car. You don't move at first despite the overwhelming urge - you want to give her time to adjust - but she grabs your ass and pulls you in closer so you start thrusting.
"Shirt up," you grunt and she does so slowly, teasingly. You lean in, still propped up on one arm, and kiss up her stomach, over toned muscles to the ridges of her ribcage and finally stop at her lace covered breasts. You use your other hand to roughly push her bra aside, sucking at her nipples as she writhes below you. You move from one breast to the other, working your tongue around puckered skin that you can never seem to get enough of. "So fucking gorgeous," you mumble.
"Quinn, harder," Rachel pants, arching up as she grabs at you.
Your hair.
Your shoulders.
Your ass.
Anything she can get ahold of.
"Such a little slut," you breathe out as you acquiese to her. It breifly crosses your mind how funny it is that you've always done as she's asked, even before you started dating, but the sensations coursing through your body are too much for you to focus on the thought too long. You can feel her walls start to tighten and grab her left leg, pushing it up to fuck her at a better angle.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck," she cries at the slight change in position. "I'm so close, Quinn. Please."
"Please what?" you tease, thrusts slowing slightly.
"Nononononono. Don't stop," she begs, her own hips undulating harder, searching for more contact. "Make me come, Quinn. I want you to come inside me."
She's desperate and you grin, loving the fact that you're the only one who can give her what she wants. Your arm is trembling as you pick up the pace again; it's about to give out, but you push through it. If you can survive Sue Sylvester's practices, you can certainly fuck your girlfriend without giving in. Her moans increase as you fuck her harder, and you can't help but smile at the keening coming from her. When you feel that familiar coiling in your belly, you lean down and kiss her.
"I'm so close," you say, lips brushing over hers. "Come for me, beautiful." And with a swipe of your thumb over her clit, she does. She's clinging on to you and you're both crying out in pleasure, unintelligible words and promises of love as her walls contract around you, dragging your orgasm out. You finally let your arm give as you collapse on top of her, chests heaving.
The two of you are silent, content to listen to each other breathe, until she breaks the silence. "Now that wasn't such a waste of time was it?" she asks.
"No, Rach," you say with a smile, propping your chin on her chest to look at her. "Definitely not."