Titel: You don't need balls to play
Rating: M, it's PWP, but could get more if my muse hits me
Spoilers: none, it's au-ish
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: the prompt from my friend Tristan was "Quinn as soccer player", and that here is what I thought of. I have a dirty mind.
Author's note: The same warning as every time. English is not my first language, but I gave my best. Thanks to my 2 amazing friends, who are very supportive. Enjoy!
You don't need balls to play
On sunny days like this Rachel loved to go outside and do her homework. On this particular afternoon the sun was standing high above her and a light breeze was surrounding her. After she left the school building, she quickly decided where to go. It was not her favorite place, but there was a little distraction, if the homework was boring or she needed a break. Boys. She smiled, when she thought about the big goofy grin of her friend Finn.
Rachel had no idea, that on this weekday, the football team had no practice, but another team of the McKinley High School. The brunette girl walked to the bleachers, without looking to the field. In her side eye she saw red uniforms and thought they were football players. On one of the middle rows, she took a seat, grabbed her book and began to write and read. She didn't look up, because 'the boys' were like a reward to watch.
15 minutes later, she didn't want to see any more numbers. 'I hate math' she thought and laid her head in her hands. A headache was forming right behind her eyes. 'I should get a tutor for this, when will I need this anyway? Mhhm, maybe when I have to count my money, when I'm a big star on Broadway…' she rambled in her head. At the thought of Broadway, a smile was forming and she looked up again. She focused on the field. People in red uniforms and… 'This doesn't look like football. What the…?'
Her vision wandered over the field and stopped right on the girl with the shoulder length blonde hair. Rachel's jaw dropped. 'This can't be' Her eyes wandered from the bottom to the top of the girl.
She wore black shoes, white knee socks and under them her shin guards. Rachel's eyes wandered more north over creamy thighs. They ended under red shorts, which were really short. They didn't leave anything to imagination.
But one thing let the brunette singer really drool. A shiny sweaty abs. It was flat and really well toned. A white sports-bra covered her firm breasts. Erect nipples begged for attention.
Rachel let her eyes wander even more north and met hazel eyes, who were watching her. She gulped. 'Busted!' screamed the voice in her head. She averted her eyes quickly and tried to concentrate on her math-question once more. 'Was that Quinn? Oh my god it was Quinn! Quinn my tormentor? Oh my god oh my god oh my god' Rachel slapped herself internally. 'why have I looked at her like that? That abs looked delicious. No stop it' she bantered against herself in her mind and the next time she looked up to catch a glimpse of sweaty Quinn Fabray, Number 1 of the schools most winning team, the field was empty. She face palmed.
'I am so stupid.', she thought and packed her things. 'I can forget studying today.'
There were quiet a few things Rachel Berry, talented singer and school-known drama queen, had to learn the hard way about Quinn Fabray, striker of the McKinley Pumas. First thing was never stand in her way. Since day one, when Rachel didn't move away from the soda machine, Quinn hated her and picked on her every free minute when they were crossing paths. The Pumas knew of this, so they bullied her too. Slushie-facials were a daily occurrence, things from her stuff disappeared and there were explicit pictures drawn of her in the bathrooms.
The second thing was the importance to stay away from Quinn's boyfriend. She never started anything, but after Finn, the quarterback of the losing football-team, wanted to be friends with her, she noticed even more, how much the blonde soccer player disliked her. But inspite all of this, Rachel became friends with the slightly dumb jock, they hung out, practiced together for glee club and she went to his football-games. But she wasn't really interested in him and she always said to herself: 'When they are in a relationship, keep your hands from them!' They were just friends. After Quinn joined the glee club too, she had a eye on them and let them be friends. Quinn and Rachel never became friends. You could always cut the tension with a knife if they were alone together.
Rachel's mind was wandering back to Quinn's amazing toned stomach. Without really thinking about it she was back in the school-building and stood in front of the girls locker room. When she recognized where she was, all she could say was: "What am I doing here?"
She stood there a few minutes. The school was empty and silent. Some doors were shut closed and she heard it in the distance. Rachel held her ear against the door and tried to hear if anyone was still there. She couldn't hear anything. Slowly she opened the door and peeked inside.
The shorthaired girl stood there still in her training clothes. She had her back to Rachel and couldn't see her. Long muscular legs, the shorts in the school-colors, Rachel couldn't take her eyes from that amazing body. The skin on Quinn's back was shining from sweat and Rachel had to suppress a groan. Rachel didn't notice Quinn watching her in a mirror, while taking the sight in front of her in.
"Manhands, what are you doing in here? This is no free peepshow!", she said loud and brought Rachel out of her fantasy.
"I-I-…I wanted to talk t-to you." she could barely say and her brown orbs had the deer-in-the-headlights-look. 'Busted! Again!' it screamed in her head. 'Need an excuse'
"What the hell, do you want to talk about with me, here of all places?" Quinn had turned and walked over to the brunette. Rachel backed away.
"I-"
"You what?"
They stood nose to nose. Hazel eyes were burning into chocolate brown ones.
"I wanted to…" Rachel gulped. Her mouth was dry and she tried not to sink to far in those mesmerizing orbs with the golden freckles. "ask if you could tutor me in math"
Quinn took her head back a bit. "But I see it's a stupid time now, maybe you could think about it. I go" The singer turned to the door, but the hand on her shoulder held her back.
"Stay"
Rachel was confused. "Why?" she said and turned back to her enemy. There was fire in the other girls eyes. Her pupils were almost black.
What Rachel didn't know was the reason, why Quinn didn't want a friendship between her and Finn. Not from jealousy, well not really. Quinn wanted Rachel for herself. Everything she did or said was like a defense, against her own feelings and the judging of others. The truth was, she liked Rachel. A lot. When Rachel was wearing those short skirts and was flaunting her legs like a model, it was like a test for Quinn. Everyday a test of her willpower, but she didn't want to fight against herself anymore. The other reason was the adrenaline and endorphins, which were coursing through her body right in this moment and she was plain and simple horny.
Quinn couldn't stand it any longer and grabbed Rachel by her shoulders. Their lips crushed together and it hurt. Quinn didn't care. She wanted the feeling of Rachel's lips for so long against hers. She moved them and tried to get a reaction from the surprised girl. Rachel had her hands against the blondes chest, nails pressed into the delicate skin of the blondes shoulders. As Quinn's lips started moving against hers, she relaxed a bit.
'What the fuck am I doing here?' she thought, but her body had a mind on its own. Her arms wandered around the blonds middle and behind her back. Quinn's hands were behind her head in the brown locks. They were now close together, bodies flush against each other. The blondes lips sucked and licked against the brunettes. As she bit in her bottom lip, their tongues met.
There was moaning. They didn't know which one of them let it out, but it was irrelevant, they could have moaned both. Tongues were stroking against each other and it tingled along Quinn's spine. She noticed the starting wetness between her legs.
Between breaths she muttered "I want you" and they both stared at each other. Rachel took the initiative and guided them forward, till Quinn was pressed roughly against the cold surface of a locker.
They never looked away, they just stared with blown eyes. "How do you want it?" whispered Rachel between teasing and bruising kisses.
"Hard … fast" pressed Quinn out. Her sports bra was gone in seconds, as was Rachel's skirt and shirt.
Breasts were pressed against breasts. The singers hands were touching Quinn's bare ones, pinching nipples and teasing. Little shocks were send right through Quinn's body. Moans and groans were coming out of the blondes mouth. "More- I need more!" she growled out as Rachel sucked on her neck. She wanted to mark her. One of her hands trailed right down in the blondes shorts and inside her panties. There was wetness. The cotton panties were soaked. She teased the clit and Quinn's hips pushed against her.
A frustrated growl was heard, when she left them again a few seconds later. She smiled against the skin. "I need better access" she breathed in Quinn's right ear, got on her knees and took off the annoying pieces. "You are wearing way to much to say something like this" said the soccer player and had her hands already behind the singers back to remove the rest of the underwear. Seconds later both were completely naked, flush against each other. Hands were roaming over bodies and finding finally their destinations.
Rachel's fingers moved between Quinn's legs and reached immediately the goal. She grinned at the bucking hips and the groan which escaped the blondes mouth. She circled the clit, teased it. "God Rachel!" Moaned Quinn breathless "Do it! Fuck me!"
Three fingers were buried deep in the tight wet channel and pumped in and out fiercely. Quinn almost blacked out. Not from pain, but from the stars she was seeing. Blindly she grabbed Rachel's hips and shoved a hand between her legs. Wet heat met her hand. The bundle of nerves was begging for attention and she gave it. She circled it slowly, teased it and drove Rachel crazy.
She pumped still her fingers in a frantic pace, had her eyes closed and tried not to lose the rhythm. "Get in me Quiiiinn!" she moaned. Rachel was not scared of the penetration, because of her masturbation habits. "Get your fucking two fingers in me Quinn!" she screamed almost and then she found her release. Both were panting against each other. Fingers buried deep in another. Breathing heavily. As Rachel thumb brushed against Quinn's swollen clit, the stars became a firework and she collapsed against the locker. "Ooooohhh myyy gooood" she let out and relaxed. She lost her control of her fingers shortly, but as her conscious came back, she curled them and let Rachel see stars. Both got their breath back on the tiled floor.
"That was…" Rachel breathed.
"Yeah..." Quinn looked at the girl, that has given her this amazing feeling. "Wanna go again?" she asked with a smirk. Soccer made her horny, she couldn't help it.
With glazed eyes the singer searched the blondes face, if she was joking.
"Yes" she whispered. She wanted to have this feeling again. Both crushed their lips again together. Between breaths, pressed Quinn out with a naughty wink: "Shower, we are clean afterwards"
Both crawled on all fours to the shower stalls. Quinn stood up and tuned in the right temperature. The water spray got over them, Rachel sitting still on the floor and Quinn standing above her.
"I want to ride your face, Rachel" said the blonde loud enough for Rachel to hear. Her eyes got instantly darker. She nodded and Quinn sat down, both kissed first. It was more soft and sweet. "Ready?" Quinn hushed in Rachel's ear.
Rachel pecked her lips again and laid down. Her lower body half was under the water and Quinn turned around facing Rachel's long and smooth legs. She wanted to make her feel good too.
She put one leg over Rachel and got lower. The brunette adjusted her a bit and then she dove in. Her tongue, which was very talented because of her singing lessons since age 3, licked over the whole slit once. Tasted the sweetness of Quinn's juices. The blonde had to keep herself together not to crush Rachel under her. "Oh gooodd" she moaned as Rachel met her bundle of nerves. She stayed there. Licking over it and sucking on it, made Quinn an incoherent mess.
Rachel had her arms around Quinn's thighs to control her a bit and the blonde was massaging Rachel's breasts, touching her sensitive sides over her ribs and dipped lower sometimes to swirl her fingers in the dripping wetness between her legs.
Rachel got faster and Quinn moved her hips to the rhythm. The moaning got louder and Quinn came again. The sticky juices flowed freely and covered Rachel's mouth, who licked it right up. Quinn got off her and they shared a sweet kiss. She moaned as she tasted herself on the singers lips.
Then the awkwardness kicked in, as they realized where they were and what they have done. "I should go, my dads…" Rachel got slowly up and looked around.
She blushed a crimson red. "Do you maybe have a spare towel?"
Quinn blushed too and nodded. Without a word she got up, opened her locker, gave her the towel and grabbed one for herself.
In minutes they were dressed. They haven't dared to look at each other. It was an awkward silence.
"Bye" Rachel said softly as she left the changing room with a almost desperate look back.
"Bye" said Quinn moments later as she stared blankly to the closed door.