TITLE: To Mark Its Territory
Author: Ladyfun9
Fill for the glee kink meme:Quinn/Rachel Insecurity, Jealousy, Rough Possessive Sex
(Anonymous)2012-10-18 04:11 pm (UTC). When Quinn first visits Rachel she meets Brody. At first she feels completely out of her league cause he looks like a fucking model, but that soon turns to a deep jealousy and when she finally gets some alone time she can't help but mark what's hers. Cue, completely consensual, rough possessive sex (maybe with a strap-on)
Characters: Quinn, Rachel (Damn it, I caved to the requests…yes. Faberry. Make no mistake, I still loves me some Pezberry)
Rating: M, NC-17
Kinks: Rough sex, bad language
Perfunctory Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. Characters. The Electric Slide, etc.
Chapter 7: The High Road Is Overrated
XOXOXOX
She wasn't thinking.
She was just…feeling.
And right now, Quinn was now officially "feeling" enraged. Or bipolar. Or a smidge of both. Mostly, however, she felt charged with an arousal that she thought was going to suffocate her …perhaps fatally.
She wanted so much in this moment.
She hated her right now.
Sheloved her right now.
She wanted to…love her…touch her…and right now, definitely, fuck her. Maybe kill her…
Quinn didn't know yet which it would be.
How DARE she. How fucking DARE she!…Quinn thought. I was trying to be…gallant. I'm NOT a coward, not really; I wasn't withholding for my own protection…I was withholding for RACHEL's protection. Quinn thought of her callous accusation, and how little Rachel must think of her.
It pissed her off to no end.
Fine.
The gloves are off.
Quinn set her jaw, and slapped Rachel right back across the face, but harder. Rachel looked shocked, but only for a moment. Like a flash of lightening, she barreled into Quinn, dropping her right shoulder to plow into her, nearly knocking her off the bed. Rachel, despite her years of ballet, however, was no match for the pure athleticism and cortisol burst that is Quinn Fabray, when she's off the chain. Quinn quickly shifted, pinning Rachel face down on the foot of her bed, obviously startled at this turn of events.
Quinn gripped her neck, thrusting her head down into the mattress. Rachel's struggle was futile. Quinn, with her set jaw, and blazing hot hazel eyes, was using her unencumbered hand to feel Rachel up roughly, underneath her skirt. She thought she heard Rachel's voice hitch when her hand crossed the hemline of the bottom of her skirt..
"No fucking panties, Rachel?" Quinn hissed.
Rachel's response was lost as a mumbled jumble, as her face was forced down harder via face planting the mattress. Quinn tugged the skirt itself down off the diva' midsection, and with deft skill, ripped it all the way off the length of her body. Quinn quickly dispatched her offending hot pants and boy shorts, without a thought, until she realized that …they were….
Bare.
Oh Goddddd….her ass. She's so. Fucking. Beautiful.
Quinn stopped her thoughts from Running away and getting off the topic at hand: fucking Rachel Berry and teaching the pipsqueak some social etiquette. If Rachel thinks so little of me, well, then, I can certainly deliver. Fuck trying to protect her.
Quinn leaned into her arm across Broadway's shoulders while reaching her hand underneath her hip, yanking her pelvis upward.
She was finally going to get what she wanted. She would fuck her. Fuck Rachel. Fuck that Little histrionic bitch…I wasn't self-protecting! I was protecting her. … that ungrateful piece of work…ugh!
She flung her own top off , then set about removing Rachel's halter. Rachel feebly struggled, and Quinn – with lightening quick speed – had a circumferential hold of both wrists of Rachel Berry, in her death grip. She bore her weight down when she felt Rachel squirm.
"Oh no, you don't…"
Quinn pinned both arms over Rachel's head, and contained them with one hand. Pressing down, she felt the tips of her nipples graze across Rachel's bare back. They both gasped.
Without thinking, without feeling, in almost a fugue like state, Quinn started grinding her body down on Rachels' backside. She wasn't in control…she was just…doing. She felt herself getting wet…so wet. Oh, god. She could feel Rachel…her wetness…down her leg as she was grinding across her.
Quinn's clit hardened. Her mouth went dry.
Putting all her weight on Rachel, she grabbed the diva's asscheeks and spread them… holding them apart. Rachel gasped. Quinn looked at the little pink forchette below her, the perfect pucker of Rachel Berry…and she wanted it. She wanted it all. Quinn teased her own nub, coaxing it out of its hardened shell..further exposing her own swollen clit, and rested it in between Rachel's cheeks. She groaned as she felt the skin-to-skin, and the, as she ground down hard, on Rachel's ass, the delicious friction made her start to come undone.
She'd wanted that ass for soooo long .
Quinn watched what her pelvis was doing, with fascination, realizing that she was grinding her hips and her clit was dragging between Rachel's' ass cheeks; the friction sent a jolt of electricity from her clit to her pelvis to her brain; and just like that, she was hooked. She worked her pelvis harder… frantically… grinding against the petite woman below.
So good. So soft…and hard. And as she drug her pelvis across Rachel's needy backside, she felt the beginning vestiges of something warm fill her insides. She felt her pussy tingle, as her clit continued to drag across Rachel's backside.
She started grinding down, harder. She pumped her pelvis into the diva more forcefully, never breaking surface contact between her clit and Rachel's ass…
Her breathing sped up.
And just like that, she clenched her lower lip, and set her jaw as a small explosion of electricity wracked across her midsection…
"Oh! Fucking God. Ohhhh." Quinn exhaled.
Rachel let out a small squeak, and Quinn grabbed a hold of her shoulders , pumping her clit furiously into Rachel's ass, and grinding hard and rubbing wildily. Quinn moaned in finality, and then collapsed, and laid her entire weight on RB beneath her. Quinn was momentarily still. And then, it happened.
Rachel Berry turned her head around.
The subtle motion , detected immediately by the always hyperaware Quinn Fabry, caused Quinn to jut upwards to look up, in that moment as well.. There, she saw them.
Those eyes.
Those soulful, full brown eyes, filled with..what? So much…pain? Longing?
Quinn swallowed hard. She felt like an awful person, like she almost always did around the brunette for one reason or another. At this particular moment, it was for taking something from Rachel, possibly without her full consent. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping that image of those eyes would evaporate.
"I….um. I …" Quinn stammered, shakily. "Um. Just a minute, Berry."
She pushed off the bed, off the beautifully toned woman underneath her, and rocketed into the bathroom. She was nearly hyperventilating.
Despite her guilt that was gnawing at her from the inside out, it took every fiber of her being to walk away. To be good. Because she wanted something radically different, despite her guilt, than that. She wanted more than to grind against Rachel, to come like a 7th grade boy. She wanted to feel her, to be inside her. She wanted to commit lavicious acts…crimes against nature…she wanted to be bad, so, so bad…
She wanted that with Rachel.
Rachel did those things to her, tore her up almost daily. But this was simply without mercy, the overwhelming feeling of needing to commit sin that she had for Rachel Berry. She had stepped away from the bed, and was in the bathroom splashing water on her face, and yet, it had done anything BUT clear her mind. She disjointedly felt her phone buzzing at her, and she glanced at the text.
Well, WTF? Did you find Smurfette? Please say you did. There's been no sighting.-Santana
The Eagle Has Landed. –LQF
Again, WTF?-SFL
Quinn looked at herself in the reflection in the mirror. What did she want, anyway? What did Lucy Quinn Fabray actually want in this moment? NOT what Russell and the old Judy had ingrained into her, not what the school expected of her, and not what her church mandated one should want….what did SHE, Quinn Fabry, actually want in this moment in time?
Resolutely, she looked at her phone again and tapped in a response to her best friend.
Meaning….LQF
She paused. Her eyes, had anyone been there to see, had a very far away look to them. Quinn, she thought to herself, Meaning what?
Determined, Quinn finished.
…Meaning I'm going to FUCK her so hard that she won't remember what her name is, or anyone else's for that matter, beginning roughly 5 minutes from now. I'm going to fuck her senseless, pound her body, and fuck her, hard…in my bed , at my home, right now. Ergo, don't call or text anymore. If you want to bring her an ice pack for her nether regions for in the morning and drive her home since youre so concerned, I'm sure you can stop by then. I'm sure she won't be walking well. Otherwise, don't fucking bother me anymore. Tonight, anyway. Night Night. I'm off to do some damage–LQF
Santana let out a low whistle, shaking her head, slightly. That visual was almost too much for even her! Almost.
When Brit-Brit cocked her head quizzically, Santana mused, "I actually feel sorry for Rachel Berry for the first time in my life."
"Oh wow."
"Yep."
"Wow."
XOXOXO
TBC…we're gettin' there.
