for my anon on tumblr who asked me if i did prompts, and thus giving me shit ton. thanks! also, a present for my friend, dare121. just because i can. that, and i love her :)! see this as a thank you for your lovely morning messages, Mr. Bubbles! also! title is from that hilarious Ludacris song, 'Sexting'.
Quinn fiddled with her new keyboard phone in between her thumb and her forefinger with a smile. The sleek design was very classy and she admired how well the phone fit in her palm. She slid the keyboard up, then down, relishing the snapping noises it made as it lit up. She loved her new phone, but like any teenager, she's bound to get bored of it in a week or two.
She had her old phone in her other hand and was just finished transposing all of her contacts from it to her new one when her eyes landed on the pixelated representation of someone's name. A smirk spread across her lips and once she registered the number, she opened up the 'Create Message' window and was about to type a message when the bell rang for first period. She grabbed her bag from the ground and made her way to Advanced Functions with her new phone tucked safely in the pocket of her jeans.
/
Mr. Atkins, a tall, beady-eyed man, was well-liked enough if only he didn't go off in a tangent while talking about quadratic equations and inequalities; the things they were supposed to be studying. Quinn twirled her pen in between fingers, her palm grazing against her thigh to ensure that her new prized possession was still there. Slipping it out of her pocket, she opened the 'Create Message' window with a reserved smile on her lips.
Me:
Hey baby ;)! What are you wearing?
Quinn can picture the shocked expression of one Miss Berry, sitting front row and center during University History, taking detailed notes with colour-coded annotations, as her phone made a low buzzing noise in the pocket of her skirt. The blonde girl looked up at the board while Mr. Atkins talked about schnitzel with noodles when really, he should be talking about logarithms.
From Rachel:
…my favourite ninja badger sweater and a black skirt. Who is this? How did you get my number?
The smirk that spread across Quinn's face was delirious and amused. She didn't think Rachel would reply so soon. Taking the opportunity to troll the girl she once loathed—but not so much anymore—she typed in another message.
Me:
I have my ways, that's for sure. Mmm, your legs in those skirts have always been my fave. I wish you're here with me, on my lap, instead of having to listen to Mr. Atkins drone on about trigonometric functions.
The reply was almost instantaneous.
From Rachel:
You didn't answer my question! Are you texting during class?
Me:
Are you ;)?
First period soon ended without another reply from Rachel, but Quinn didn't sweat over it too much. After all, it was Rachel Berry, the most uptight girl on the face of the earth. She was actually surprised that she didn't receive a three-thousand character message about the implications of texting in class and how it could affect one's career. Quinn didn't think much about texting Rachel until lunch.
They were sitting in the same lunch room. Rachel was with Tina, Kurt, and Mercedes while Quinn was with Santana and Brittany on opposite ends of the cafeteria. Quinn whipped out her phone and began tapping a new message for Rachel.
Me:
Remember that black skirt you told me you were wearing?
Santana finished peeling the oranges for Brittany when she glanced up at Quinn. "New phone, Tubbers?"
"Yeah," Quinn muttered absently. "I'll text you my new number."
"Who're you texting, Q?" Brittany asked, bending forward to peek at Quinn's screen, but she immediately snapped it shut with a blush.
"No one, B." Quinn said in a rush. "My cousin! Y-yeah, my cousin who lives in Tallahassee!"
"I thought most of your family lives in Texas?"
"I—err…"
"Forget Quinn, Britt." Santana smirked at the stuttering blonde in front of them. "She just doesn't want you to know who she's sexting."
"I'm not—!"
But her phone vibrated before she finished her sentence, and so her train of thought vanished when she read what Rachel said.
From Rachel:
What about it?
Quinn bit her lip and glanced around the lunchroom as if looking for something, when really, she just wanted to pass her eyes across Rachel, who had a fork in her hand, and her phone in the other. She was looking at it with a small upturn of her lips, and Quinn knew she wasn't freaked out or anything. Which was good.
Me:
I'm picturing it on the floor right now. And that sweater? Long gone.
"See?" Santana whispered over to Brittany when Quinn was bent over her phone, tapping away with a delighted grin on her face. "She's totally sexting someone."
"Oh!" Brittany beamed at Quinn. "Do you think she's sexting her cousin?"
"Umm, I hope not."
From Rachel:
R-right now? We're in school! And you never told me what you're wearing.
Me:
I just want to run my hands all over you. Your legs, your thighs, your hips. Can you imagine that?
Quinn chanced another look towards Rachel, now biting her lip while strangling her argyle Klean Kanteen and her phone. Kurt wrapped an arm around her while they spoke in light tones, probably asking what was wrong. Quinn turned to Brittany and Santana who were playing SOS on one of Quinn's notebooks.
"Done sexting?" Santana grinned. "I can give you tips if you want."
"For now. And I think I can manage on my own, thanks San." Quinn laughed, picking up a pen and going for a turn.
From Rachel:
I… I definitely can. Your hands feel marvellous.
Quinn was ready to type in another barrage of descriptive actions she wanted to do to Rachel when the lunch period ended. It wasn't until after school that Quinn managed to pull out her phone to text Rachel again. She lay on her bed, her back propped up against pillows. She changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a loose McKinley gym shirt before taking out her phone.
Me:
Close your eyes and imagine me sliding against your body, along your tan legs. Oh god, your legs.
From Rachel:
Y-you never told me what you're wearing.
Me:
Shorts and a shirt, but don't worry about that. This is about you. All for you babe.
Quinn sighed and imagined Rachel on her bed with pink floral sheets, wearing nothing but her panties, her tanned hands—that were not at all mannish—roaming over her delectable curves, while she pictured Quinn doing all these erotic and sensual thing to her.
Me:
I love your legs, did I tell you that? I reach your thighs and I bite down on it. You make the sweetest noises I've ever heard and I can't believe I'm causing them.
From Rachel:
O-oh…
Me:
Yeah, you like that? Me biting you, leaving marks in places only I can see?
From Rachel:
O-oh, fuck mmh!
Hazel eyes were slammed shut as she heard Rachel crying out in pleasure, even if it was only in her mind. Quinn licked her lips and tried to focus on the screen, but found it difficult to do so.
Me:
I cup your gorgeous breasts. They fit so perfectly in my hands baby. I pinch your tiny nipples. They're so stiff and pointy. All for me.
From Rachel:
Oh yes. All for you.
Me:
Naughty girl ;). If I knew it was this easy to turn you on, I'd be on my knees in front of your pussy right now. Is that where you want me baby?
From Rachel:
I want you everywhere. Please touch me.
Me:
Touch you where, Angel? You use all these big words all the time, and I want you to use them now.
Quinn let out a deep breath that seemed to have stuck to her lungs for the duration of her sexts with Rachel. Her hand snuck into her shorts and groaned at the wetness she was met with. She scrolled through the past texts and whimpered as she pictured Rachel below her, shivering and trembling and calling out her name.
From Rachel:
I want your tongue gliding and dipping into my pussy, please!
It frightened Quinn just how vivid she can imagine and hear Rachel crying out for more. She rubbed against her soaked clit before reaching lower to put two of her fingers inside of herself.
Me:
Ooh, you taste so good. Sweet and amazing. Do you feel my tongue inside you?
From Rachel:
Uefdsyes!
Quinn smirked at Rachel's keyboard smashing, knowing that the little diva was starting to lose control over herself. Quinn's wrist moved faster, her pussy starting to clench around her fingers. Her breathing ran deep, her stomach trembled, and she did the best she could in texting with just one hand.
Me:
Yeah, you gonna come soon, Rach? Tell me how close you are, how much you want to come for me. I love feeling your pussy around my tongue.
Me:
I can't wait for you to fill my mouth with your come, baby.
Quinn tried her hardest to hold out until her phone bleeped. Her hazel eyes shot open.
From Rachel:
aaah shti im cmingg!
"Oh fuck," Quinn cried out, as the muscles in her abdomen burned and waves upon waves of her come surged through her, like a metaphorical blade against her gut. She pumped her fingers for a few moments, twitching every now and then when the aftershocks got the best of her. "Ah!"
Me:
Mmm so good, Angel. I kiss your lips, sharing your taste against your tongue. You're so yummy; I can't wait to have you again ;)!
From Rachel:
Oh, that was so amazing. I can't wait!
Me:
Whose name did you scream when you came?
From Rachel:
It's a secret ;)!
Me:
Better be my name, doll! Good night, and sweet dreams.
From Rachel:
Oh I will. Have a good night :)!
/
Quinn made it through the next day without succumbing to the temptation of initiating another bout of sexting with the resident diva. She realized that it was a smart move, seeing as they shared three classes during Day Two, so texting something and Rachel receiving it would totally be suspicious. When Glee rolled about, however… Quinn couldn't take it anymore. She snuck her phone out of her pocket and tapped out a message.
Me:
Hey baby! How was your day?
She was on her way to the choir room, stopping by her locker to store her heavy books in it. Quinn assumed that Rachel was already warmed up in the choir room, sitting in the front row, as always.
From Rachel:
Better, now I've heard from you :)!
The blonde made her way to Glee, her assumptions only to be confirmed. Rachel sat beside Finn, her focus trained on her phone instead of the tall boy beside her. Kurt and Mercedes were sitting in the back row, perusing a fashion magazine. Puck was strumming the guitar, and Artie was playing with his Nintendo 3DS. Quinn waved at them before taking refuge on the back seats behind Rachel.
Me:
You're horny for me, aren't you? Sitting front row and center during Glee when all you really want to do is spread your legs and wrap them around my face.
At this message, Rachel's neck turned towards them, her eyes wide. At the same time, Quinn slipped her phone into the long sleeves of her shirt and pretended to read a book. After a few seconds and since her phone was silent, Quinn checked for any messages. Sure enough, it was from Rachel.
From Rachel:
Are you from Glee?
Me:
Who knows ;)?
From Rachel:
You made me feel so good last night, when I woke up I had to touch myself while reading those sexts.
Quinn bit her lip and flipped the page so she wouldn't appear suspicious. More members walked in, and Brittany made her way beside Quinn, Santana in tow. She tucked her phone into her sleeve again and held a short conversation with them until Santana got bored of her and started playing with Brittany's hands instead.
Me:
Yeah? Damn babe, now I want to know what you did to that glorious body of yours while thinking of me pleasuring you…
Quinn has never seen Rachel type so fast before. Her back was hunched as she tapped away, ignoring the confused look from the boy beside her.
From Rachel:
I picture you on top of me, kissing me all over. You're so rough, biting me everywhere. When you reach my pussy, you were such a tease.
Quinn shuddered at the thought of Rachel touching herself, pinching her unblemished skin to replicate the sensation of being bitten. She forced her thighs together, smirking when she noticed Rachel do the same.
Me:
Shit, my baby likes it rough?
Rachel opened her phone and cleared her throat. Quinn squinted at them when Finn leaned in to whisper into the brunette's ear. "Who're you texting, babe?" This caused the singer to jump in shock, her eyes wide and her palms clutching at her phone and her heart. She stuttered out an answer that Quinn didn't quite hear, but she texted Rachel as soon as Mr. Schue walked in.
Me:
We'll continue this later, okay doll? Unless you want the whole club to find out just how dirty you are for me ;)?
From Rachel:
I'll be waiting ;).
/
A few more days passed and Quinn found it weird to enjoy sexting Rachel. The girl was hot, even if she did talk a lot. After all, it can be useful in bed, right? Quinn wondered just how good Rachel could be with dirty talk, and she found out that she would probably enjoy it. There wasn't even an ounce of gay panic in her body. After all, her best friends are Brittany and Santana. One can't be homophobic around those two, who never seemed to be too afraid to let their gay flag fly.
It was already Thursday. Quinn finished all of her homework and was lounging on her bed when her phone appeared to taunt her wordlessly. She reached for the phone—it was almost second instinct now—and selected Rachel's name.
Me:
You better be alone, naked, and sprawled spread eagle on your bed right now.
The reply came through in an instant and Quinn smirked.
From Rachel:
You know it ;)!
Me:
Fuck baby. You're so eager, I like it! I bet you're all warmed up for me, aren't you? Tell me how wet you are.
From Rachel:
My whole had is soaking and sticky, and I haven't even put a finger in me.
Quinn groaned and curled her toes together, if only to distract her from the distinct throbbing between her legs.
Me:
Oh, mmm. Can't wait to eat you up and drink you down, Rach.
From Rachel:
I can feel your tongue gliding against my—oh!
"That's it…" Quinn muttered as she impatiently shoved her shorts down to her knees. She propped her legs up and dipped two fingers into her wet heat, while her free hand typed out the most desperate message.
Me:
Oh god, tell me everything.
From Rachel:
Your fingers are inside me now and you're curling and sucking my clit into your mouth. So hard, so rough… Oooh, so gooooood.
Her thumb flicked against her pulsating clit, causing her to jerk. Quinn closed her eyes and pictured Rachel shivering against her, their skin slipping and sliding because of their combined sweat. She could feel Rachel's ragged breathing against her nipples as the brunette rubbed herself against Quinn's sculptured thigh.
Me:
O-oh shit. You feel so amazing too, baby. Are you coming soon?
From Rachel:
So close… So, so close!
Me:
Fuck! Fucking hell, Rach. Come for me. Squirt all over my hand, scream my name. Feel me for fucking weeks.
From Rachel:
ejwnfdgsdjgnmcv oh fuck ysess!
/
Mr. Schuester walked into Glee while brandishing a stack of sheet music and one sheet of paper in between his fingertips. "Okay guys, I'm going to have to ask for your phone numbers to keep contact in case of emergencies since Sectionals will be in three days."
"Why didn't you do this when we were sophomores?" Santana scoffed, taking the sheet of paper from the curly-haired man.
"No idea," Mr. Schue chuckled. "But I want you to list your emails and your cell phone numbers. Mine is up top, if you didn't have it already." He watched his students write down their phone numbers for a short moment before clapping his hands. "So, who has a song today? Rachel?" To his surprise, the diva merely shook her head, yet there was a content smile on her face. Must be all the orgasms I've been giving her, Quinn thought. "No one? Come on guys, don't make me rap and dance again!"
Quinn gets the paper from Mike and she scribbled down her number as well. She handed the sheet to the person next to her, attention focused on the squabbling between Puck and Artie on who gets to sing the Chris Brown part or the Ludacris part in 'Wet the Bed'. It wasn't until the sensation of a gaze made the sparse hairs on the back of her neck erupt did Quinn chanced a look to the person she handed the paper to.
Rachel.
They stared at one another, neither daring to utter a word for fear of embarrassing themselves. It wasn't until Mr. Schue dismissed them that Rachel looked away, whispering softly to Finn and waving her farewells to Kurt, Tina, and Mercedes.
"Quinn, may we speak for a moment?"
Quinn swallowed a boulder in her throat. She caught Santana's glance, and she shrugged in response as the Latina left with her blonde girlfriend. Slowly, the Glee club members trickled out of the room, wishing the pair a good weekend. Quinn remained planted on her seat, clutching on to her phone for dear life. She contemplated erasing all the memory, erasing all the sexts, but a niggling bit in her head denied her. She didn't want to lose Rachel's moans, even if only in text.
Rachel stood in the middle of the choir room, hands on hips; her famous combating stance.
"Did you or did you not initiate sexting me earlier this week?"
"Straight to the point, aren't we, Berry?"
"Yes, well…" The brunette shrugged. "Unless you have somewhere else to be, we could dilly-dally if you so wish."
"Yes, I started sexting you on Monday, Rachel." Quinn sighed, rubbing her forehead to calm her thoughts down. "You're going to ask why, so I'm telling you now. I was bored. I wanted to see how you'd react." Hurt surged through Rachel's expression, and Quinn immediately began to babble. "No! It wasn't about hurting your feelings or making fun of you! I was just… Curious, I guess. I swear I didn't tell anyone or laughed at anything you said!"
Relief replaced hurt, and Quinn visibly relaxed. "Then why did you continue?"
"You got so into it!" Quinn almost screamed, ready to blame Rachel for her distinct lack of control. "A-and it got really hot, okay? I couldn't help but about what I would say next that would have you hot and bothered so we can keep on sexting." Her hazel eyes locked with effervescent brown marbles. "Doesn't matter anyway," Quinn shrugged. "You never imagined me sexting you. I bet you imagined Finn."
"Never," Rachel replied promptly. "Finn has a… distinct way of texting. He adores text speak. And the fact that you didn't mention male genitalia had me disregarding any member of the opposite sex, Quinn." She took a step forward so that a hand's breadth separated them. "At first I thought it was Santana, but I kept on having visions of her strangling me during intercourse. So I picture you instead."
Quinn was surprised, indeed she was. But more than so, she was pleased. "Good," she hissed.
Rachel winked at Quinn before taking another step closer so that her thighs met Quinn's knees. The blonde's knees parted and she pulled the diva closer to her, her forehead resting against Rachel's sternum. Quinn craned her neck and pecked the underside of Rachel's chin, then the bend of her jaw, her cheek, her ear, and then her lips.
Both moaned into the kiss, Quinn relishing the softness she only imagined lots of times before. Her hold tightened against Rachel's hip, whimpering when the muscled tongue pried the seam of her lips apart to dip into the crevice of her mouth.
"Rach," Quinn pulled away just enough to utter her words. "Rach, what do you want?"
The flash of straight white teeth momentarily blinded Quinn as Rachel ran her hands through the blonde hair before her. "You, of course."
Quinn groaned and hugged the lithe girl to her body. "I'm taking you home."
A kiss on her forehead, and then to her lips. "And willingly I follow."
to be continued, i would think! first time 'sexting'. tell me how it is!