This is my first ever attempt at femslash.
I figured I should branch out a little bit instead of only writing smut about two guys, so here we are.
I really love Quinn/Rachel, but this turned out way more angst-ridden and depressing then I thought it would.
It's set kind of before Glee, back when Quinn was head Cheerio and President of the Celibacy Club and Head Bitch In Charge.
And I have a feeling that you're probably not going to like her much by the end of this...
Anyway, review like it's going out of fashion, Humble Readers.
It's the only way I'll learn.
And, in case it isn't already blindingly obvious, I don't own Glee. Shocking, I know.
Untitled Faberry Fic
Quinn pushed me into my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us as she kissed me fiercely. She roughly pulled my sweater over my head and threw it aside, before her lips her were hard against mine again, her tongue exploring my mouth and her hands squeezing my breasts and making me moan. I reached over to pull the red scrunchie out of her hair and ran my fingers through those long blond waves, before going lower to unzip her Cheerios top.
It was vicious and animal, the way that we undressed each other. Well, actually Quinn did most of the work. She could be so impatient when she as horny. I would have liked it better if we took things slow and sensual, really explored each other's bodies, covered each other's skin in soft kisses instead of the bites that she preferred.
I never let on how much her bites and scratches hurt. It was what got her off, and that was the most important thing. The majority of the time, my orgasm wasn't even important. We only got to have sex when she said so, so I tried to make it as amazing as possible for her. If it was good for her, then she'd come back to me sooner.
Quinn was on top of me on my bed, biting and sucking on my neck, my chest, my breasts, her lips and teeth and tongue around my nipples making me cry out. It was pain and pleasure. She was leaving her mark on me. I wasn't even allowed to talk to her at school, and all she ever did was insult me with the other Cheerios and laugh when the jocks threw slushies in my face when I was walking down the hall. But those marks on my skin were proof that she wanted me, that I was hers, that she broke her vow just for me.
I flipped us over so she was underneath me, her hair sprawled beautifully across the pillow and a look of pure, feral lust in her eyes. I kissed my way down her body, sucking and pinching her sensitive nipples before making my way down. Her pussy was already soaking wet, the gorgeous smell of her sex filling my lungs as I took my first tentative lick. She moaned deeply as my tongue delved deeper, lapping at her warm juices, my fingers rubbing her clit.
"Oh God, Rachel..." she cried with her hand in my hair, pushing my head down. "Ohh... so good... don't you dare fucking stop!"
I pushed two fingers inside her and sucked hard on her clit, causing her moans to be even louder. I fucked her with my tongue and my fingers as hard as I possibly could, revelling in the sounds she was making, the way she was writhing on the bed, her thighs squeezing my head, the taste of her as she got wetter and wetter. I wanted it to go on forever.
I could feel her body trembling and her breathe getting quicker and shallower, so I knew she was close to the edge. My fingers quickened their pace, my tongue licked faster. And soon my work was rewarded with her scream, her fingers pulling hard at my hair as her delicious wetness covered my mouth and my fingers.
As she lay breathlessly on the bed, I licked my fingers clean, and her inner thighs where her essence had dripped down a little. It was so great to see how hard I'd made her come this time. I just loved the way she tasted.
Suddenly she flipped us over so she was straddling me. Her tongue was in my mouth again, her hands squeezing my breasts, the thumbs rubbing my nipples. I sighed into her kiss, the feeling of her on me being more wonderful than I could describe.
As upShe sat up and moved my leg so that it was up on her shoulder. She scissored our legs together so our pussies were touching and began to move her hips. We both moaned as our clits rubbed together, our moans only getting louder and she moved faster. I began moving my hips in time with hers, feeling the pleasure building up inside me. I cried out her name as she thrust her hips even faster, her fingernails digging painfully into my thigh. She looked so beautiful as she threw her head back in pleasure that it would have gotten me soaking wet without her even touching me.
But she was touching me. Her clit was rubbing hard against mine and I could feel her wetness coating my thigh. It was all tearing me apart, clouding my mind of everything. I clung onto the headboard as I felt my release finally hit me, the waves of my orgasm rippling through my body and making my back arch, her name on my lips as it was pretty much every time I came, be it caused by myself or her. She came about a second after me, throwing her head back with a deep growling moan.
She fell beside me, both of us sweaty and breathless. I wrapped my arms around her, planting desperate kisses on her face and neck, words spilling from my mouth without me realising.
"Oh my God, Quinn," I babbled. "You're incredible... you're so amazing... I love you so much..."
I shouldn't have said that. Suddenly I felt her shove me away. She sat up and began quickly getting dressed.
"Why did you have to say that?" she said angrily. "Why do you always have to ruin it?"
"I... I'm sorry," I said nervously. "I didn't mean it. I mean, I shouldn't have said it... I'm so sorry."
She got up and started putting her Cheerios uniform back on, refusing to look at me.
"Just because I have sex with you does not mean I love you," she said, her voice sounding cold. "I don't even like you. You just happen to be really good in bed and that is all that matters to me. I am captain of the Cheerios, president of the Celibacy Club, and I am not going to let you ruin that for me, got it?"
I nodded, sitting naked on my bed and feeling small and stupid and vulnerable. She glared at me, putting her hair back into a tight ponytail. I tried to reach out to her but she slapped my hand away.
"Now you know the drill, Stubbles," she said, folding her arms. "What are you not going to do?"
"I'm not going to tell anyone about this," I said quietly. "Not a living soul."
"Or else...?" she prompted, narrowing her eyes.
"Or else," I continued, my voice getting smaller. "You'll tell everyone in school that I'm a creepy lesbian stalker that tried to feel you up in the girls' bathroom."
"That's my girl," she said with a smirk, patting my head like I was a dog.
I tried to hold back my tears as best I could. Crying wouldn't help me.
"Now," she said. "I'm leaving. I've got a date with Finn."
She walked out of my room. Out of my life. I sat there on my bed, the parts of my skin that she'd bitten and scratched feeling sore, tears pouring down my cheeks that I could no longer hold back. I felt so used. Why did I keep letting her do this to me? Why did I allow her to treat me so horribly?
I knew the answer, but I hated to admit it because it made me seem so stupid. I let her do this to me time and time again because I loved her so much. I loved her so much that I'd let her treat me like garbage just so that I could be with her, touch her, taste her. I let her control me, hurt me, use me whenever she felt like it. Only ever when she felt like it. I had no choice. She made the rules and I had to stick to them. She could make my life a living hell if I didn't do as she said. Not that what we had now was any better. But I needed her so much that I let her treat me like shit and never did anything about.
I kept on telling myself that it was better to have her in my life, hurting me and making me hate myself, than to not have her in my life at all. And there was always that small, fleeting, ultimately pointless hope that she'd forget herself just once and say she loved me back.
Told you it was angsty...
Anways, REVIEWS ARE LOVE.
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