Rachel Berry and the Victimizing yet Erotic Gazes of Quentin Fabray
Alice Inamorata
She sits there, her nose deep within the pages of a book, highlighter in hand. It's past midnight; she knows Filtch will be looking through the halls and the library soon, but the paper is due in three weeks and she needs to finish it immediately.
Eyes squinted, she highlights another phrase, picking up her florescent pink quill and writing a note. She places it beside the heavy book once more, lifting it up into her lap. It's heavier than she expects so she squeaks, heaving it back up onto the desk with a heavy thud. Alarmed, she looks around with her brown eyes opened wide before finally relaxing.
Rachel Berry's shoulders slump, growing more tired as the seconds tick by. She hears the clock above her head get louder and louder, her ears becoming more sensitive to it each time. Her classes began in eight hours, breakfast in seven; she can't bear to be awake any longer.
"The first…wizarding revolution…" she sighs, dipping her formal writing quill (complete with pink feathers and golden streaks) into the black ink. She scribbles the words down, mouthing each one with her pouted pink lips before reading over each sentence with a second glance. Fatigue washes over her as she sighs, leaning her head back. Her brown eyes flutter shut before a large door slams shut, making her jump. Standing up quickly, Rachel gathers her items and shoves them into her book bag, zipping up the bag before she hears an all-too-familiar laugh.
"What's up, Berry? Too cool for the party?"
Rachel turns around, sighing a deep sigh of relief. It's just Quentin and not Filtch or any other Professor. Though she and Quentin had their differences, she knew that he wouldn't get her in trouble.
Quentin Fabray, though older than her, acts years beneath his age and looks years above it. He has a beautifully sculpted jaw with blonde stubble around it. The way he smirks makes him look and feel superior; he always has to have the first couple buttons of his shirt undone but his tie tied correctly with the green stripes. Blonde hair a mess, the top somewhat falling into his golden flecked eyes but the sides trimmed short. His haircut annoys Rachel: it's not even and symmetrical.
"I refuse to engage in such teenage get-togethers, Quentin." Rachel crosses her arms over her chest, her shirt buttoned up all the way to the top. The blue flecks of her uniform made her deep brown eyes stand out more to Quentin as he steps forward, brushing a hand against her dark locks.
Rachel pulls away.
"What are you doing?"
She smells the alcohol on his breath and flinches, biting her bottom lip. Pulling away, she sighs, "You should get back to the party."
"Hey, hey, Berry…" Quentin reaches forward, his cold hand surrounding Rachel's warm one. It's somewhat red from writing and reading; she flinches at Quentin's cold touch. "Come on, I'm not going to do anything stupid. I just wanna taaaaaaaaalk."
"About what, Quentin?" She snaps, leaning her hip against the desk against the book case. Quentin sits upon the desk next to it, leaning back on his arms.
"So there's this giiiiirl," he drags on, holding out his hand to an imaginary figure, "And she's kiiiiiinda hot."
"Why should I care about what girl you want to be intimate with?" She scoffs, sighing, "You're like a cat in the heat, Quentin."
"Pussaaaay in the heat!" he smirks, hopping off of the desk and walking towards the innocent Berry. "Have you had sex, Rachel?"
Her mouth opens as her eyes widen, she sighs and looks down.
"Hm…virgin…" he smirks, "Finn has lied then."
Rachel raises an eyebrow, "Finn?"
"Yeaaaaaah. That hunk of a man you got? He keeps saying he's gettin' into those white virginal panties of yours."
She feels her heart fall into the pit of her stomach as she rests her bottom on a padded chair. He's done this to me, she thinks, resting her perfectly sculpted chin within the palms of her hands, he's said he's violated me. I'm withdrawing my trust from Finn as of right now.
"You okay?"
Rachel raises an eyebrow, "Okay, one second ago you were acting like a drunken loser and now you suddenly care about me?"
"What can I say," Quentin smirks, sitting in front of Rachel and looking into her eyes, "I'm a messy drunk."
She can't help but smile at that remark. Rachel suddenly feels at ease with the boy across from her, but she knows this is only happening because of the alcohol running through his blood. Normally Quentin is ruthless, making fun of the petite girl and throwing eggs at her as she walks into the Great Hall. His Slytherin friends all cheer as Rachel cups her face in her hands, running away with tears running down her cheeks. Tina is the first to rush after her, wrapping her arm around the yolk-covered vegan.
He also took a liking to setting her hair on fire in second year. He hasn't done it since because he burnt her scalp…that, and she looked horrible with a pixie cut.
"Why are you being nice to me?" She asks, her voice soft, barely a whisper. Quentin reaches forward, taking her hands in his, rubbing them gently.
"You're a beautiful person." He says, his eyes flecking with gold happiness. "And you can do better."
"My relationships are none of your business, Quentin." She stands up, wrapping her book bag around her shoulders, her back straight. "And if I recall, you're the one who made my relationship, my private relationship, the business of the whole school."
"And I'm sorry, just…Rachel wait."
Quentin sighs heavily, groaning as he reaches forward, grabbing Rachel by the shoulders and slamming her against the heavy bookcase. In the background, the moon rises fully - the night at its darkest as the stars flicker with curiosity. It's then Quentin presses his lips against Rachels, Rachel sighing at his touch.
It's surprising; how sweet and gentle his lips are, how much he cares about how she feels. How his hands simply stay on her hips, gently toying with the shirt that fell out of the hem of her skirt. Finn's hands always roamed, but Quentin's begs for permission.
She pulls away, worried at how she begins to feel. Quentin pulls the book bag off of her shoulder, hearing it crash to the floor. They just look at the bag before their eyes meet, and when Quentin leans in, she turns her head to the side. "Finn…"
"Rachel…you deserve more." He cups her face in his hands, "I love you."
Her eyes water as their lips press together once more, in fiery passion as his arms lift her up, her back pressing against the multitude of books. She feels each book press into the small of her back, every thickness, Quentin's arms wrapping around her protectively.
Their lips move in a beautiful rhythm, Quentin's tongue gently brushing against her bottom lip. He is tentative to her, touching her soft skin beneath the blouse. Rachel wraps her strong legs around Quentin's hips, holding herself firm and high.
His lips move to her neck, gently raking his teeth against the sensitive skin. Rachel responds with a deep breath, her head leaning back on the Encyclopedia of Mystical Creatures. He rakes his fingertips across her abdomen, feeling her stomach contract and rivet beneath his touch. It mesmerized her – his warm fingertips, and when he feels his hand slide beneath her skirt, she can't help but tense.
"Quentin…" She whispers, looking down into his eyes. He looks up at her, his eyes turning a sweet light brown, darker flecks of green envy began to show throw, their eyes never breaking as he pushes her panties to the side, teasing her slit.
She's never felt such euphoria and she moans in delight. Biting her bottom lip, she wonders if she's been too loud but Quentin smirks, urging her on. He rubs her clit in gentle circular motions, watching as she breathes heavily and whines for more. Her legs open slightly and she almost falls, but with a strong arm he catches her. Holding the tiny girl up, he gently switches fingers, rubbing with his thumb and teasing her entrance with a finger.
"Have you ever..?" he sweetly asks. Rachel nods.
"Tell me."
"Huh..?" she whines, feeling him rub slightly faster.
"Tell me how you touch yourself, Rachel. Tell me all about it."
She's never partaken in something so raunchy, so blood-boiling hot, but she gives in. She opens her mouth and begins to spill the details.
"I use my fingers.." she breathes, biting her bottom lip, "and rub them inside of me…sometimes I'll lay on my stomach and grind my hips into the mattress…with my fingers still inside of me."
"Do you like how deep your fingers penetrate you when you do that, Rachel?"
Rachel nods, "They go…so deep…"
"Does it feel good?" he questions, slowly slipping his finger elegantly inside of her. Rachel moans softly, feeling herself tighten around his finger before he slips another in, pulling her folds apart.
"…Y-Yeah…" Rachel looks down into his eyes once more as he begins to pump slowly inside of her. He pushes against the spongy button, making her clench in desire each second. She becomes wet, so his fingers slide easily, coated in her sweet juice.
Quentin can smell her and his mouth waters; in a desperate act, he clenches her ass and sits her down on the long desk, pushing her skirt up to her waist and pushing her legs apart. Rachel doesn't give a fuck because it feels too damn good.
Besides, a good girl like her has never even thought of being fucked by the most badass guy in school in the school library.
She feels his lips around her and she screams in pleasure, electric volts in the millions pound their way through her body as Goosebumps arise on her tanned skin. His hot mouth surrounds her clit, sucking like the small piece of flesh was hard candy. His fingers going faster, he too moaned in delight at her sweet taste. Rachel's hips moved against his soft lips, her muscles tightening as she came closer with each tick of the clock.
"Q-Quen…Quentin…"
He pulls his fingers out of her and lets her suck on them. Her doe-eyes gaze at him while she sucks, making his eyes grow wide.
How could something so innocent be so sexy?
He pushes her legs apart and runs his hot tongue over her pussy, licking her g-spot before pushing the muscle inside of her.
After all, the tongue is the strongest muscle of the body.
She screams the loudest she's ever screamed in her life. Louder than any melody she's belted, and louder than the time she found…
Her eyes widen as she thinks of the memory, but it's immediately removed as he rubs her clit quickly with three fingers.
Her muscles clench, tighten, and finally relax as her hot come releases over Quentin's tongue. It drips from his pink lips as her body shakes, eyes gazing at the ceiling.
"I'm a cheater…" she whispers, feeling his hands run up her thighs. Fixing her panties and skirt, the door slams open and the two scramble to make themselves presentable. Rachel runs behind the bookcase and disappears. Quentin is left standing in front of Argus Filtch, smirking, with lantern in hand.
"My, my…aren't we in trouble."
Quentin tries to catch his breath, looking behind the bookcase. Rachel is gone, but her bookcase still remains.
Thank God we stopped then…it would have been hard to explain, he thinks.
His mind becomes hazy. And that was when he hit the floor.