(Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of their characters. I'm just a fan looking to explore.)
Ok, so I read something lately about exploring new aspects of writing that you're not entirely comfortable with doing and just dive into it. Sooo... I wrote a naughty Quinntana story, and yes I said naughty (it's one of my favorite words lol) Hope it works, and if there are things that you think I should work on, rearrange, or describe differently let me know, I'm poppin my naughty cherry here so tips help! *(Tried a few editing tricks, ie. the dreams/fantasies in italics, hope it helps)*
Quinn tossed her purse on her bed as she closed her eyes and giggled to herself for what felt like the hundredth time since she left Lima. After she refocused, she checked her bag to make sure she still had her paper that was due the next day for her Philosophy class, placed her bag on her desk chair and started to remove her clothes to take a shower. Of course, that only made her recall her lustful night all over again since the last time she took a shower she wasn't alone.
It was the morning after Mr. Schue's non-wedding and she almost slipped in the shower when the sexy Latina snaked her way in behind her and started caressing her breast as her tongue began to trace the lines of her neck. Again, Quinn shook her thoughts away and proceeded into her empty bathroom. Once the temperature was perfect she stepped into the shower and let the water trickle down her face for a few minutes hopping it would snap her back into the present, but once she started washing herself she could feel that same Latina's fingers running up and down the length of her body.
"Santana," was all that fell out of her mouth as Santana made her way down below Quinn's waistline easily sliding two fingers into her. Quinn fell back against her as Santana rotated between Quinn's center then moved up to her clit as her other hand continuously massaged he breast, giving each one their own special time. Santana reached up for Quinn's hand so that she was now playing with her own clit as Santana's fingers began to pump faster inside her. Quinn could barely keep her balance, but Santana assured her that she had her as Quinn released the balled up electricity within her.
Quinn's eyes shot open as she felt every tingling feeling she felt the morning before. She fought back the remaining memories as she finished showering. However, when she stepped out of the shower she saw she had a text and immediately turned red.
Hope you had a safe trip back to Yale. Had an amazing time with you, XO Santana.
Quinn went to text back, but found herself hesitant at what to say. Quickly realizing she was over thinking things, she sent back something simple.
Back safe and sound, thanks for making Mr. Schue's failed wedding memorable.
Quinn bit her lip as she hit send, not sure where she and Santana would actually go from there. It was one thing to make out with a friend when you've had a little too much to drink, but to cross that line, and several times, she thought back, falling on her bed, who knew how they could go back to just being friends.
As Quinn laid on her bed she started to get more flashes of that night, subtle at first, then becoming more clear and intense. First, it was just Santana throwing her arms up in the air as she followed her into the Hotel room, both laughing uncontrollably as they collapsed onto the bed. Next Quinn saw that it was she who had made the first move, kissing Santana briefly, somehow making all the dizziness disappear. When she sat back up she couldn't help back gawk at Santana's glistening skin and without another word found her lips again. The next time she pulled back Santana appeared to be startled by what was happening but as she started to apologize Santana had thrown her back on the bed for an even deeper kiss. Their tongues began to battle with one another at first, both of them pushing away their own loneliness and betrayals by seeking affection in the most unexpected place; each other.
Quinn opened her eyes to catch her breath. Even thinking about Santana evidently worked her up. She stood back up and finished getting ready for bed. Afterwards she stepped out into the hall to talk with a few of her dorm neighbors as she tried to wind down for the night. Thinking she could finally get some much-needed rest, she headed back into her room, but as soon as she closed the door another flash came shooting into her memory.
They were now standing up; dresses tossed in opposite directions, and as Santana guided her back to the bed she leaned in and nibbled at her ear.
"Are you sure?" Quinn's body was already crumbling to her ever touch as her yes came out as a moan, sending a lighting bolt through Santana as she practically lifted her off the ground, and together they fell onto the bed, their mouths never leaving each other. Santana's touch was exhilarating and Quinn found that her body begged for more as Santana traced her body from her arms, to circling her breast, to weaving up and down her waist line, forcing Quinn to whimper at ever location.
"Please Santana," she cried. Santana's face was the most memorable at this moment as she looked up with a large grin. But it wasn't her typical smug grin; it looked more like she was appreciative Quinn not only was ok with her going down on her, but pleaded for her to do so. And then her eyes, fuck her eyes, thickened showing Quinn how much she was craving her, but as soon as Santana made her way down, Quinn's eyes flung open.
Quinn wiped her brow, and took a few deep breaths, thinking there was only one thing to do to stop the flashes from continuing. Quinn made sure her bedroom door was locked, turned off all the lights, and slid back into bed. She closed her eyes and immediately felt Santana's hands now gripping her hips as she enjoyed circling and licking up every part of her center. Quinn ran her hand down her perfectly smooth body, until she found the next spot Santana hit, remembering Santana asking her if she was ok, and after her, "god yes" response Santana inserted one, then two fingers, as her tongue still danced with her clit. The continuous image of the sexy Latina only aroused Quinn more and she started to pump faster and faster. Her head began to jerk back and forth until finally she moaned and prayed to the heavens above to free her.
Quinn's hand fell to her side as she let out an exhausted laugh while trying to regain her focus. She slowly sat up in bed and concentrated on her breathing for few minutes before getting up to clean herself up.
"That should do it," she said with a large smirk at her own reflection. When she climbed back into bed she snuggled up to her extra pillow and smiled.
It didn't take long for Quinn to fall asleep. She had a long trip back to Yale, and after giving herself a treat, she felt as if she was one with the clouds. However, her flashes of her lustful night of passion refused to leave her. As Quinn contently tossed and turned she could see and feel Santana as if she was still right next to her. She could feel Santana nuzzle and softly kiss her inner thighs after her first release. She trembled as Santana gently crawled up her body, tasting her hot, wet skin as she found her way back to her mouth. Quinn invited Santana in and they playfully teased the tips of their tongues, before fully taking each other in predicting one another's movements like a perfectly rehearsed play.
Quinn opened her eyes, and although it was the middle of the night, she didn't feel tired or groggy, she felt content and relaxed. This dream or fantasy she couldn't shake seemed to be helping her and she willingly closed her eyes again.
Now she was on top of Santana, again the self-satisfying Latina wanted to make sure she was ok.
"You don't have to, you know."
"I want to," she assured her as Quinn began to trace her way down Santana's ridiculously silky body. Quinn was mesmerized by how smooth and intoxicating Santana's skin was, wondering for a moment how she could ever go back to a man. As she reached Santana's belly she glanced up and became even more aroused by Santana's excited nipples. She moved up and rounded the areola before flicking her one tit with her tongue while massaging the other breast. Santana's body quivered as she moaned filling Quinn up with an unbreakable confidence.
Quinn replicated Santana's earlier movements, grazing her inner thighs first, getting a few small convulsions and slowly opening her up. Quinn then took her finger and browsed up and down her center, when she looked up Santana was staring down at her biting her lower lip, which in turn caused Quinn to lick her own chops before lowering herself to the Latina's desirables.
Quinn felt another boost of motivation as Santana let out another encouraging moan, giving her the confidence to now stick two fingers deep inside her, moving up along her inner walls, to the iniquitous g-spot. She attempted to circle her clit with her tongue, but found herself hypnotized by Santana's motions as her fingers pleased her rough patch inside her.
"A little faster," Santana whimpered as Quinn tried to keep up with her body. All of a sudden, Santana's muscles tightened around Quinn's fingers, forcing her eyes to widen. She glanced up at the brown skin beauty as her head jerked back and her mouth opened speechless at first. Quinn's fingers were throbbing as she came down, finally releasing a satisfying scream; Quinn's mouth froze opened watching everything she did in amazement. Again, Quinn made sure to repeat the tenderness Santana showed her, before moving back up. They both fell on opposite sides of the bed, satisfied; however, Quinn yearned for more. She decided to play it cool and pretended it was just a one-time thing until Santana gave her the green light for another round. Not caring how eager she came across Quinn placed the water bottle down and made a B-line to Santana's lips.
Quinn sat up in bed a second time, partly out of breath, partly laughing. She wasn't sure if she physically handle going back to sleep, but it was only five in the morning and her first class wasn't until noon. She glanced back down at the bed and smirked.
"I could go for one more round," she snagged her pillow; holding it against her body tightly, before closing her eyes and floating back down to the bed.
Santana couldn't help but laugh after being tackled by Quinn's lips.
"Maybe sleeping with me wasn't a good idea after all." Quinn immediately slammed down on top of Santana silencing her before anymore sarcastic remarks slipped out of her mouth, loving the control she had over her, but Santana wasn't about to renounce all power, flipping Quinn back over, and throwing her arms over her head. Quinn's breathing was heavy and was showing more than enough eagerness, only adding to Santana's ego, but for once Quinn didn't care how vulnerable or exposed she was to Santana. As feisty as they both were, they were actually on equal grounds, exchanging their power at different times. Quinn went to move her hands, but Santana slapped them back down, forcing a gasp of excitement out of her. Round two was going to be a little different.
Again, Quinn tried to flinch, but was given a forceful, "No." Santana held her wrist tightly together with one hand and with the other delicately traced the inner part of Quinn's arm, causing instant shivers throughout her body. Santana then lunged at her neck, hitting her pulse point, and immediately shooting Quinn's pelvis up. Santana lost her grip, and Quinn clutched Santana's back, running her nails down and forcing an exciting moan out of her. They both drew back, staring at one another for a moment and smiled. As much fun as the fight to control the intense foreplay was, there was no need for it and Quinn started to sweep away her claw marks on Santana's back with one hand as she brushed a few of her hairs that were blocking her view from Santana's breath-taking face with the other.
Quinn pulled her down for a luscious kiss, staying together for a while both their hands searching for the others lower regions. Quinn rolled them over to their sides so she could bend her leg up making it easier to open herself. Santana easily located Quinn's center and with each knew swirling motion of Santana's fingers inside her, she tugged at Santana's hair. Although thrilled she could enjoy each others touch while twisting their tongues around each other, Quinn became more excited when Santana pushed her down and submerged her mouth deep between her legs. As Santana's thumb flickered her clit, her entire body became numb as she repeated, "Yes," more times than she could remember, part of her wanted Santana to stop, because she was unable to feel any part of her of her hands, but her mind begged Santana to keep going until she released herself again. Quinn had never experienced such an exhilarating orgasm, she was practically at a sitting position as she came and Santana glanced up, of course, understandably pleased with herself. Quinn fell back on the bed utterly exhausted and doing everything she could to catch her breath as Santana crawled up next to her.
"Now that was amazing," Quinn somehow manged to say and Santana grinned as she gave her a quick peck on the lips. Quinn wanted to return the favor, but all Santana could do was laugh at her as she tried to lift herself up and Santana pushed her back down on the bed.
"Relax Fabray, "I'm not going anywhere."
With that in mind, Quinn opened her eyes as she softly panted. Santana was right, whether or not they ever slept together again, at least she had that night plastered into her memory and she was exceptionally grateful it was. Quinn got up to wash her face and brush her teeth as she giggled at her own flushed face. She did everything she could to stash away her necessary fantasy material for when she was alone and concentrated on her studies throughout the day.
Quinn wasn't in the mood for any social gatherings after class, mostly because whenever someone would say or do something that reminded her of her blissful night of passion with the sexy Latina she couldn't help but blush. She headed to the library to try to get some work done since that was probably the safest place for her to not get distracted by anything, and quickly went through her assignments. After getting her work done though, she decided to grab some dinner on the go and headed back to her dorm room.
Although grateful that her night with Santana was clearly lodged in her memory, Quinn felt a little uneasy how powerful they were over her mind once she was alone. But as she thought about it some more she laughed at herself, of course they were, she never finished the end of their time together. Quinn's mouth opened as she closed her eyes seeing the last flash easily appear.
Santana propped herself up on her elbow and Quinn's glanced over as she watched Santana admire her body, carefully running her hand up and down the lengths of her. She couldn't believe how affectionate Santana was being, in fact, this was the first time she saw such so much warmth in her eyes, but soon her notorious smirk emerged.
"Can I show you something?" Quinn was hesitant as first, but her curiosity out won her timidity.
"Sure." Santana leaned in and kissed her slowly tasting every inch of her tongue as she began to move up to straddle her. Santana sat up, opened her mouth, and seductively began to suck on her own pointer and middle finger. She then traced her hand down her own body, circling her clit for a brief moment, before entering herself. Quinn's mouth slowly dropped as she looked on with desire and anticipation. Santana teased herself as she went in and out, then moved back over to her clit as they both grew with excitement. Santana stayed on her clit as her eyes remained focus on Quinn.
"Can I cum on top of you?" She let out in between breaths. Quinn was so mesmerized she could barely form words, but somehow she slipped something out.
"Yeah," Santana lowered her area on top of Quinn's and she jerked back from being so aroused as their areas connected.
"Are you ok?" Santana asked, she nodded as she griped onto Santana's back and arched her hips so Santana could feel more of her. It didn't take long, but Quinn couldn't believe that she was also about to cum again as Santana begun to grind up and down on her. Their faces mimicked each others simultaneously, as they reached their climax. Although dizzy, Quinn couldn't help but laugh a little as Santana fell on her chest.
"That was…" But there were no words to describe what she had just experienced over and over again. It was mind-blowing to say the least. Santana went to roll over, but Quinn shook her head and cradled her in her arms instead. Santana glanced up for a moment and smiled, still unable to stop herself from running her hand up and down Quinn's side. Together they laid there, too exhausted to do or say much, but both fully satisfied.
Quinn sighed as she fell back against her door.
"Will I ever feel that again?" she whispered. As she started to walk away, there was a knock on her door. Quinn jumped, "be right there." She hurried over to her mirror to make sure her glow wasn't obvious and ran her hand through her hair a few times, before going over to open the door.
Quinn's jaw dropped again as she looked over the person standing in front of her, revealing her own unmistakable grin as she crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame.
"I thought you said you weren't going to show up with a U-haul." Santana smirked back at her.
"What U-haul, this is just a day bag." Santana didn't even wait for Quinn to invite her in and walked right by her tossing her bag by the closet before falling on Quinn's bed with her fingers criss-crossed behind her head. Quinn closed her eyes and shook her head as she closed the door, wondering what new fantasies was about to infringe upon her mind.