AN: So this was a really old story I had in my head, and I thought what the hell. Warning, this isn't going to be fluffy at the beginning. Expect using.
Quinn was fuming. How dare Rachel say that Shelby was Beth's "true mother"? Like hell she wasn't! She was going to make sure she got some control back over Beth's life, and she was going to do it immediately.
Quinn opened the door to find Shelby sitting in her desk. She cleared her throat, and only after a minute did Shelby look up, staring at Quinn, expecting her to hurry up with whatever she was to say.
"I know you slept with Puck."
Ms. Corcoran looked surprised, and then a worried look grazed her face, and finally, a poker face. She got up from her seat and leaned on her desk, not two feet away from the blonde. She took off her glasses and took a deep breath, only looking up after she was sure she had some power still.
"It was a mistake. I told him that. Did he tell you?"
"Doesn't matter. You still slept with him. And no, of course he didn't tell me, well, certainly not on purpose. He said it while we were making out, he said he loved you. And so I threatened him into telling me everything. He also told me you know about the things we planted in your house, so I'm not going to play any games here anymore. You want to not go to jail…"
"No. You can't have her. That will never be on the table. You can cost me my job and my liberty but she's better off without you, you scheming little…!"
Quinn raised her hand, silencing the brunette, and walked a foot closer. She looked Shelby up and down, sliding a hand under her skirt, between her legs. Shelby gasped. She would be lying if she said she wasn't wet. Quinn had always had that effect on her, but she had never in a million years expected Quinn would notice or answer back.
Quinn grazed Shelby's clit through her black lace panties, which got a moan out of the teacher. Shelby took Quinn's hand and moved it to the side of her underwear, silently pleading for the blonde to touch her.
Quinn shook her head, discarding the brunette's white shirt as she said, "Na na na. You don't touch me or I stop touching" she took Ms. Corcoran's nipple from underneath her bra and twisted it, "you." Shelby's legs gave away to the weight of her body, Quinn quickly managing to catch her, by the ass.
Why was she doing this? Did she want to have even more proof to take to the principal? Or was it that Quinn wanted to have sex with her as blackmail?
Quinn pulled on the brunette's hair roughly, her head going back, leaving her neck vulnerable to Quinn's skilful lips. Her right hand finally stopped its harassment on the ruined underwear and moved to pull it off. With both hands, she slowly dragged it off Shelby's delicious legs, getting stuck in one of her heels, but neither woman could care much.
Quinn's lips worked roughly on the other nipple, making sure to nibble stronger than necessary, while one hand kneaded her other breast and the other ran back and forth to the brunette's slit. Shelby, frustrated and ready to come, whined, which didn't sit well with Quinn. The blonde's answer was two fingers plunging into her twice, and then leaving her, staying still at her entrance, as if daring her to whine again.
Shelby's scream had alerted both women that there were still people around, and a knock in the door almost gave Shelby a heart attack, but Quinn remained relaxed, knowing Santana would only warn her it was time, and wouldn't actually come in. Shelby began to hastily pull her panties up, when Quinn crouched, both hands stopping her movement, taking the garment, much to Shelby's protest, and with a smirk from the blonde, she said, "We'll start with me being part of the Troubletones."
The door closed, leaving a bare-chested, horny Ms. Corcoran to deal with the day ahead and this new "issue" she really didn't know what to make of.
Shelby opened the door to her babysitter, and after exchanging cordialities and $20, the small redhead left. Beth was asleep in her crib, and Shelby thought she could do with a shower. As she stripped and got underneath the spray of hot water, the brunette let her thoughts take over, thinking that she didn't want to lose Beth. But Quinn hadn't exactly said that either. What if all Quinn wanted was to be in the Troubletones and have someone who could get her out of trouble at school? But then why the hell would she do what she did? And who the fuck knocked on the door? And why would Quinn leave her… like that?
Shelby thought it all seemed so unreal. Maybe it was all a fantasy of hers. God knows she had had many of those concerning Quinn, but they always got what they wanted, and, if Shelby had to admit, Fantasy-Quinn was gentler. She spread her outer lips, running two fingers from her clit to her opening, finding herself very very wet. If it had been a fantasy, it had been the hottest one so far, but it didn't explain the missing underwear. Shelby kept her hand there, gently circling her clit, making herself just a little hornier.
Shelby shook her head and turned the warm water on, placing both hands flat against the wall in front of her, refusing to let Quinn Fabray make Shelby Corcoran pleasure herself. That would never happen. The water hit her breasts first, and Shelby willed her body to gain control and cool off. When that didn't happen, she turned off the shower and slid a towel around her and another around her hair. Her cellphone rang, and Shelby found it in her purse, on her bed. She clicked the green key and laid on the bed.
"Yes?"
"Did you already make yourself come?"
"Who gave you this number, Quinn?"
Shelby took off both towels, drying her hair a little more.
"Puck, who else? Answer my question."
"No, if you must know, though it's none of your business."
"Oh, got your spine back, didn't you, Ms. Corcoran? I guess when I'm not there to… distract you, you get feisty. I like that. Is Beth asleep?"
"Yeah, she's down for the night. I-"
"What are you wearing?"
"We're so not doing phone sex, Quinn."
"Mmmm, well I guess if you want to keep your job we will. Or I can just come in."
A knock was heard on the door. Shelby almost had a heart attack. She hung up, grabbing her black and red robe from the bed and wrapping it around herself, willing her nipples not to harden at either the cold or the person in the other side of the door. Another knock got her walking, and she opened it to find a very beautiful blonde, the mother of her child.
Quinn smiled, going inside without much of and invitation, straight for the bedroom. She didn't want to start something close to Beth, not to wake her. Shelby sighed and walked back to her bedroom, where Quinn was already checking her drawers, pulling out a pink dildo, much to Shelby's embarrassment.
"Get out, Quinn. You shouldn't be here. I don't get it, you threaten to rat me out for sleeping with a student and threaten me into sleeping with you. How does that work, Quinn?"
Quinn rolled the dildo in her fingers, and left it by her side, crawling up to the foot of the King sized bed, to the older woman.
As she pulled on the strings of the robe, she whispered in Shelby's ear, "Don't be such a hypocrite yourself. I wouldn't threaten you into sleeping with me, you know you want to. Puck told me you asked about me during sex, what I liked and did, and he told me how hot it got you. Don't pretend you don't want to."
Shelby's hands fell to her sides, Quinn finally pulling the robe apart enough to get a good look at good sized breasts and a great abdomen.
"I-I can't believe he told you that. Did he tell you anything more than who I've slept with and my phone number and how I came?"
"Well, I can tell you one thing he didn't tell me, and that you just did. I didn't know you came talking about me. Now, what did he tell you about me?"
Quinn pulled the robe roughly off of her, Shelby's cheeks and ckest tinting with embarrassment from Quinn's new discovery. She looked to the floor, thinking of a way to get out of telling the younger woman.
Quinn grabbed Shelby's ass and squeezed, taking a nipple into her mouth. The brunette moaned and her lips buckled, as she remembered what Puck had told her.
"Go on, tell me. He told me you asked if I was loud, is that true?"
"Uhh yesss, Yeah. You are quiet."
"And that I have lesbian tendencies, because of Santana and Rachel."
"Yes mmm."
"Isn't that wrong? I fucked your daughter, and now" Quinn spread Shelby's lips, legs spread invitingly wide, and pumped two fingers inside of the brunette, "Now I fuck you, her mother. Do you plan on fucking every lover your daughter has?"
Shelby moaned loudly at the intrusion, holding on to Quinn's shoulders for support, her hips unable to find a rhythm for Quinn's frantic fucking. When she didn't answer, the blonde stopped, and Shelby wanted to die for being so weak.
"Maybe, if they're all as hot."
That didn't seem to be the answer the blonde wanted, because she stared at the brunette, an angry look on her face, her fingers still. Suddenly, with that same look, Quinn pushed a third finger and started an even crazier rhythm, the brunette screaming, while the blonde pulled her down to bed.
"Is that why you fucked him? Did you find him hot? Did he make you come?"
"NO!" Shelby said, wanting Quinn to keep on fucking her like that, even if it started hurting a little bit. Quinn started biting her neck, collarbone and nipples, causing the brunette to get really close to coming.
Quinn stopped all movement once again, and Shelby whimpered again. The same look on Quinn's face told the brunette she didn't believe her.
"If he could make me come, then I wouldn't have had to talk about you, would I?"
That gained a smirk from Quinn, who took her hands away from the brunette and laid them on both sides of her head. Only then did Shelby notice Quinn was still completely dressed. She reached for the blonde's white sweater, but her hands were smacked away, and the blonde got off her and off the bed.
"I told you, if you touch me then I don't touch you. Game over Shelby. See you Monday."
The brunette grabbed Quinn as she was walking through the living room, hoping to change her mind.
"Please, I need to come really bad, Quinn!"
Quinn slipped away from her and said, "Use your toys then. I told you the rules."
Shelby put her hand on the door in front of Quinn as the younger woman was pulling it open, effectively causing it to close. She pulled the blonde into an embrace, her face hiding into the crook of Quinn's neck.
"Fine. But here's the deal. We go back in there and I don't touch you. You can touch me but not with your hands. Only until you come. And if I say stop, you stop, or I leave, Got it?"
"Yeah. Got it!"
They both walked back to the bedroom, where Quinn got on the bed, on her back, her hand reaching to uncover a creamy and muscled thigh. Shelby put her hands on both sides of Quinn's head, far enough so that she was safe, and wrapped her thighs around Quinn's, making herself groan.
Shelby began to go back and forth on the blonde's legs, and after a minute consequently soaked it. She pulled on her right nipple roughly, as her tempo increased, and her moans grew.
"Look at yourself. How the mighty have fallen. You're fucking yourself on my thigh, like a dog," This caused the brunette to moan, her cheeks gaining color in shame, her movements speeding up. She couldn't say it didn't hurt, but it also made her really hot.
"Stop."
Shelby immediately stopped, afraid to lose the thigh between her legs, pressing deliciously into her.
"Pull on both your nipples. Pinch them. Harder." Shelby groaned loudly, hips bucking at the pain and pleasure. "Look down." Shelby did. "Look at my leg. It's drenched. You're gonna lick it clean when we're done, ok?"
Shelby nodded, groaning, her hips bucking slightly. Quinn grabbed both of her nipples, pulling them, causing Shelby to come closer. "If you move again, when I told you to stop, I leave, ok?"
"Ye-yess sorry."
"You can move now."
Shelby frantically fucked herself on the blonde's thigh, her nipples still being pulled and pinched by Quinn.
"Tell me when you're gonna come." Shelby nodded, embarrassing noises echoing off the walls as Quinn's leg got wetter and wetter.
"I… I'm gonna come!"
"Stop."
Shelby stopped, her eyes getting moist from frustration. She stayed as still as possible, hoping the blonde could let her finish.
"I tell you if you can come, you hear me? I can leave right now, but I won't. Instead, the only times you come are when I tell you to. Not by yourself or others. Are we clear?"
"Yyes."
"You can move."
Shelby moved so fast the bed started making noises, and if she weren't so horny she would be embarrassed. Quinn twisted her nipples so much it hurt, and finally, she came, fucking herself hastily on Quinn's leg, her come staining the sheets, as Quinn twisted impossibly harder, a scream filling Shelby's throat. Finally, when it was over, Quinn let go of her nipples, and pointed to her thight. The brunette diligently began to clean the younger woman's thigh, not noticing how much pleasure it caused a certain blonde.
When Shelby was done, she didn't get a kiss, which hurt her. After the blonde left, the brunette had a million questions in her mind. She had had her share of dirty talkers and rough fucks, but no one refused to kiss her. She knew it wasn't because of what she had licked off the blonde's leg, because she knew from Puck that she loved to taste girls. Was she mad? Did she feel jealous about her and Puck? Was that why she was being so rough and unfeeling, why she wouldn't let her touch her?