Caught
Author: t8kmybreathaway/LadyHawke69
Fandom: Glee
Title: Caught
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC17
Summary: Quinn gets caught doing a little somethin’ somethin’.
Disclaimer: Not mine nor will they ever be, I just like to play with them. I promise to return them when I’m finished, no profit made.
A/N: Just a little something for ya'll. I do hope you enjoy it. Definitely a sequel coming as some point (pun intended). Also the song I'm currently enjoying is giving me ideas. Plot bunnies away!
I walk around the halls with my head held high, despite having been pregnant out of wedlock, quitting cheerios, and now being a flaming homosexual (Okay not quite flaming, nothing much has changed, I just kiss girls now). People know, but they don’t say anything to my face. I’ve made out with Aubrey Myers, the captain of the girls’ soccer team, under the bleachers. She is a fantastic kisser; however, she lacks the proper physical features I seem to be looking for. She’s a redhead for one, and she’s taller than me for two. She also cannot sing to save her life; nope she can’t even carry a tune.
The one girl in this damned school who can is Rachel Berry. Just thinking about her voice gets me wet. It’s beautiful, and one day when I heard her sing “Set Fire to the Rain” while she played the piano, my God, I think I could have come right then. I never thought her voice could go that low. I mean I know she’s got range, but damn. In all honesty it made me want to take her on top of the stage right there.
So here’s my dilemma, she’s still Berry! She’s still the lowest person in status! But she makes me want to say fuck it. I don’t think she saw me that day; otherwise she would have seen me drooling and quite possibly have taken out a restraining order on me. It scares me how much I want her. And I’m scared she’d laugh in my face that is until I walk into the auditorium. Today she’s singing “Mercy” and she catches my eyes and Oh. My. Fucking. God. she’s practically eye fucking me. It is hot. That is also the day I find out that Berry’s got moves. Those hips swaying back and forth as she sings, there’s no music, but she doesn’t need it.
I vow not to ever set foot in the auditorium during lunch ever again. And instead of going to the next class which Rachel and I have together I head towards the bathroom to take care of a little something between my legs. I rush into the last stall not bothering to lock the door because this bathroom is rarely used. I drop my stuff with a loud thud and lean against the wall. God her voice. I moan running my hands over my body. I fling my cardigan to where my things landed and unbutton my shirt so I can feel my breasts. Her hips, I bite my bottom lip, how they sway, oh God. My fingers deftly pop the button on my jeans and tug the zipper down. Smoldering sultry eyes staring back at me. My hand delving into my panties. I gasp at the wetness I find. Jesus Christ, another moan escapes my throat.
My finger tips draw the wetness up to my sensitive clit and encircle it. My hips buck involuntarily. I tease myself, press harder then softer, pinch here rub there. “Oh God,” I breathe out. “Fuck,” I moan and hear the door open, but I can’t stop. Not now. Not when I’m so close. “Rachel,” I moan out breathy.
A gasp and then the door opens. I look up slightly startled and now utterly embarrassed seeing the object of my sexual desires standing there. “Quinn,” she licks her lips. That tongue and I moan again my fingers moving once more. “Quinn,” she says again a little more forcefully and she grabs my wrist. I look up at her, her eyes darker, almost black. She wants me.
She leans in and peppers kisses along the column of my neck, biting, sucking, and nipping before she soothes it with her tongue. I use my free hand to latch onto her hair as she makes her way to my breast. She laves around my nipple before taking it into her mouth. “Jesus,” I gasp when she bites down gently. She moves back up and mashes our lips together hungrily but then pulls away. She grins at me mischievously brings my hand that was buried within my pants to her lips and her tongue slides out along my fingers. “Holy shit,” my head falls back as her tongue envelopes my fingers. Then her mouth is back on mine and her dexterous fingers are teasing me. “Rachel,” I groan and force my hips into her hand.
She flicks my clit and I scream out. “You like that?” she asks and I meet her eyes. She’s wanted to do this for a while now. I can tell by the way she moves her hand against me.
And then two fingers are inside me. “Fuck, Rachel!” my hips buck into her and she puts her thigh between my legs to add pressure with each thrust. I want to wrap my legs around her tiny waist and let her pound me into the wall like there’s no tomorrow. The palm of her hand slaps my clit furiously with each upward motion. I grip her shoulders to hold on. Once she finds that spongy spot I scream her name like a fucking yeti. I yank her towards my lips and kiss her as hard as I can as my hips buck uncontrollably.
She backs up after I’m finished with the biggest shit eating grin I have ever seen here wear and that’s saying something. The fact that she looks so smug right now half makes me want to slap her (which is really when all this sexual tension between us started) and half turn her around and take her against the same wall. “Meet me at mine, four o’clock. My dads are away for the weekend. Bring clothes,” is all she says before she walks out. I’m still trying to catch my breath when the bell rings. Damn is she good, who the hell would have thought?
Fandom: Glee
Title: Caught
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC17
Summary: Quinn gets caught doing a little somethin’ somethin’.
Disclaimer: Not mine nor will they ever be, I just like to play with them. I promise to return them when I’m finished, no profit made.
A/N: Just a little something for ya'll. I do hope you enjoy it. Definitely a sequel coming as some point (pun intended). Also the song I'm currently enjoying is giving me ideas. Plot bunnies away!
I walk around the halls with my head held high, despite having been pregnant out of wedlock, quitting cheerios, and now being a flaming homosexual (Okay not quite flaming, nothing much has changed, I just kiss girls now). People know, but they don’t say anything to my face. I’ve made out with Aubrey Myers, the captain of the girls’ soccer team, under the bleachers. She is a fantastic kisser; however, she lacks the proper physical features I seem to be looking for. She’s a redhead for one, and she’s taller than me for two. She also cannot sing to save her life; nope she can’t even carry a tune.
The one girl in this damned school who can is Rachel Berry. Just thinking about her voice gets me wet. It’s beautiful, and one day when I heard her sing “Set Fire to the Rain” while she played the piano, my God, I think I could have come right then. I never thought her voice could go that low. I mean I know she’s got range, but damn. In all honesty it made me want to take her on top of the stage right there.
So here’s my dilemma, she’s still Berry! She’s still the lowest person in status! But she makes me want to say fuck it. I don’t think she saw me that day; otherwise she would have seen me drooling and quite possibly have taken out a restraining order on me. It scares me how much I want her. And I’m scared she’d laugh in my face that is until I walk into the auditorium. Today she’s singing “Mercy” and she catches my eyes and Oh. My. Fucking. God. she’s practically eye fucking me. It is hot. That is also the day I find out that Berry’s got moves. Those hips swaying back and forth as she sings, there’s no music, but she doesn’t need it.
I vow not to ever set foot in the auditorium during lunch ever again. And instead of going to the next class which Rachel and I have together I head towards the bathroom to take care of a little something between my legs. I rush into the last stall not bothering to lock the door because this bathroom is rarely used. I drop my stuff with a loud thud and lean against the wall. God her voice. I moan running my hands over my body. I fling my cardigan to where my things landed and unbutton my shirt so I can feel my breasts. Her hips, I bite my bottom lip, how they sway, oh God. My fingers deftly pop the button on my jeans and tug the zipper down. Smoldering sultry eyes staring back at me. My hand delving into my panties. I gasp at the wetness I find. Jesus Christ, another moan escapes my throat.
My finger tips draw the wetness up to my sensitive clit and encircle it. My hips buck involuntarily. I tease myself, press harder then softer, pinch here rub there. “Oh God,” I breathe out. “Fuck,” I moan and hear the door open, but I can’t stop. Not now. Not when I’m so close. “Rachel,” I moan out breathy.
A gasp and then the door opens. I look up slightly startled and now utterly embarrassed seeing the object of my sexual desires standing there. “Quinn,” she licks her lips. That tongue and I moan again my fingers moving once more. “Quinn,” she says again a little more forcefully and she grabs my wrist. I look up at her, her eyes darker, almost black. She wants me.
She leans in and peppers kisses along the column of my neck, biting, sucking, and nipping before she soothes it with her tongue. I use my free hand to latch onto her hair as she makes her way to my breast. She laves around my nipple before taking it into her mouth. “Jesus,” I gasp when she bites down gently. She moves back up and mashes our lips together hungrily but then pulls away. She grins at me mischievously brings my hand that was buried within my pants to her lips and her tongue slides out along my fingers. “Holy shit,” my head falls back as her tongue envelopes my fingers. Then her mouth is back on mine and her dexterous fingers are teasing me. “Rachel,” I groan and force my hips into her hand.
She flicks my clit and I scream out. “You like that?” she asks and I meet her eyes. She’s wanted to do this for a while now. I can tell by the way she moves her hand against me.
And then two fingers are inside me. “Fuck, Rachel!” my hips buck into her and she puts her thigh between my legs to add pressure with each thrust. I want to wrap my legs around her tiny waist and let her pound me into the wall like there’s no tomorrow. The palm of her hand slaps my clit furiously with each upward motion. I grip her shoulders to hold on. Once she finds that spongy spot I scream her name like a fucking yeti. I yank her towards my lips and kiss her as hard as I can as my hips buck uncontrollably.
She backs up after I’m finished with the biggest shit eating grin I have ever seen here wear and that’s saying something. The fact that she looks so smug right now half makes me want to slap her (which is really when all this sexual tension between us started) and half turn her around and take her against the same wall. “Meet me at mine, four o’clock. My dads are away for the weekend. Bring clothes,” is all she says before she walks out. I’m still trying to catch my breath when the bell rings. Damn is she good, who the hell would have thought?