Midget
Title: Midget
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Faberry
Words: 1000+
Summary: Crack!fic. Rachel is small everywhere. In which Quinn is a dick about Rachel's dick.
Warning: The warning is actually kind of, uh, a twist. So, like, if you really want to see, highlight: Girl!Peen
Quinn was always amused by how authoritative Rachel was in the bedroom. So it was no surprise to her when her girlfriend pushed her up against her bedroom door, lunging up on her toes to thrust her tongue into her mouth. Smiling into the kiss, Quinn laced her fingers through her hair, groaning as Rachel bit down on her bottom lip before laving it with her tongue.
“Can you... I need...” she hissed, and Rachel, as usual, just smirked, fingers skimming under her shirt. Quinn just whimpered as Rachel’s fingers skirted higher, scratching lightly at porcelain skin until they ghosted softly beneath the swells of Quinn’s breasts. Just as Quinn opened her mouth to finally finish vocalizing what she needed, Rachel ground her front into her, fingers sliding under the bra to tweak the nipple just so, causing Quinn’s head to loll forward with a hiss.
“Oh God.”
Quinn reached between them, knuckles scraping on Rachel’s stomach as her fingers fumbled with her own pant’s buttons, in hopes that Rachel would understand her non-verbal cue. She needed the brunette to understand that she just couldn’t wait anymore. They’d been playing the teasing game for months, and Quinn really really needed Rachel to know that she was perfectly fine with losing both the game, her soberginity and her girlginity, if that even made any sense. “I need you inside...”
Rachel pulled back slightly, fingers out and toying with the bra clasp. “Are you sure?” Quinn nodded erratically, biting back her moan when Rachel finally released her breasts from their confines. “In that case, you’re wearing entirely too much clothing.” She took several steps back, sitting down on her mattress. “Strip for me.”
Not even two seconds after Rachel’d said the last syllable, Quinn stood on Rachel’s carpet, in Rachel’s room, with nothing on but Rachel’s underwear (from the last time they’d almost fucked, but Quinn had ended up masturbating for Rachel to see... it’d been a prize of sorts, apparently).
“You’re beautiful.” Quinn really loved how Rachel didn’t mince words in the bedroom, because while she loved her girlfriend’s voice, she wasn’t sure how much verbosity she could take in the bedroom. “Turn for me.” And so Quinn turned, slowly, as it wasn’t the first time Rachel’d asked this of her (the first time had been an unmitigated disaster, what with Quinn turning much too quickly and attempting to cover everything she felt was too embarrassing, like her stretch marks). And then, when Rachel’s eyes seemed to glaze over, Quinn quickly stalked over to Rachel’s computer and hit play.
The strains of some song started up, and Quinn rolled her hips in time with the music, watching as Rachel reached into her pocket with her hand, face turning a little red. “So sexy, babe.”
Quinn would have it, this time. It would happen.
She would get some cock up in her pussy if it was the last thing she did today.
She fully intended for it to be the last thing she did all day, and hopefully it’d be the first thing she did tomorrow too.
Quinn stepped forward slowly, being sure to tease Rachel by inching her panties down, toying with them. She loved getting her girl worked up like this, and she was sure that it would work in her favor this time.
She knew Rachel had a cock, and had absolutely no problem with it. It made their sex lives more exciting. At least, it would have, if they were having sex... and if Rachel would let Quinn see her penis.
Apparently all her de-feminizing comments had wrecked Rachel’s self-image, and while she’d done everything she could to help... Rachel still wouldn’t let her see it.
Quinn decided, this time, to take charge herself. She slowly lowered herself onto the lap of the singer, smirking as Rachel’s breathing hitched. The blonde leaned forward, whispering huskily into Rachel’s ear. “I want you. I want you inside me.” Rachel swallowed before scooting back slightly before the blonde could grind down.
“I-This... isn’t the best idea.” Quinn smirked, slowly crawling forward. Rachel’s eyes widened, scooting back until her hand skipped over the edge of the bed, causing her to fall completely onto her back. Quinn’s smirk intensified as she pinned Rachel with one hand, the other lowering between Rachel’s legs. “Th-this really isn’t a good idea.”
“I think it’s a good idea.” Quinn breathed her words onto Rachel’s lips, causing her to shudder. “Does this turn you on, baby?” Rachel whimpered, squirming. “I bet you’re so hard for me right now.” Rachel closed her eyes tightly, biting her lip to hide her moan as she squirmed under Quinn. The blonde reached between them, cupping Rachel between the legs, before faltering.
Rachel moaned long and loud, but then Quinn sat back a little, groping Rachel’s crotch a little harder, a little more searchingly. Rachel threw her head back over the edge of the bed, biting her lips hard enough to draw blood.
“You are hard for me, right baby?”
“Oh God, Quinn, yes. Yes, so hard.” Rachel was so out of it, so aroused, that she missed the tremor in Quinn’s voice.
“It doesn’t feel like it...” Quinn narrowed her eyes, and in one swift motion, Rachel was suddenly devoid of clothing on her bottom half. Quinn sat there, on Rachel’s calves (her delicious, delicious calves), staring between Rachel’s legs.
Rachel tried to force herself into a sitting position, eyes wide in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“That’s it?” Rachel’s brow met in confusion. “That’s... that’s your penis.” Quinn’s shoulder shook slightly. Rachel’s eyes widened understandingly.
“Oh, well, I know it’s a little small, bu-”
Quinn barked out a laugh. “A little small?” Rachel wilted. “Finn’s fingers are longer than your dick!” Quinn ran her fingers through her hair, completely amused.
“This is why I didn’t want to show you!” Rachel moved to cover her nether regions, but was stopped by Quinn’s hands.
“Wait. I wanna see it more.” Rachel thrashed as Quinn leaned forward to inspect it. “Wow...” Rachel groaned as Quinn’s breath caressed her, soft and warm. “Even Mike Chang’s bigger than you!”
Rachel glared, mildly irritated. “How do you know that?” Quinn waved her off, as if it didn’t matter. “No, seriously, Quinn...”
“Girls talk in the locker room, you know.” Quinn’s finger trailed up Rachel’s shaft, slowly, and Rachel groaned, not sure if the heat on her cheeks was from arousal or humiliation, at this point. “Do you think I’d feel it?”
“Feel what, babe?”
“Your cock. If it was in me.” Rachel whimpered, and Quinn laughed as her cock twitched. “This is actually hilarious!” Rachel shook her head to indicate the negative, attempting to wriggle out from under Quinn. “You’re small everywhere!”
“You’re deplorable.”
“And you love it.” Quinn smirked, watching as the glistening bead of precum grew before slowly tracking a trail down the side of Rachel’s penis. Quinn caught the drop with her finger and brought it to her lips. Rachel groaned, dropping back down onto the bed, as Quinn’s tongue snaked out, snapping up the salty droplet. Quinn smirked down at her before shifting forward, grinding down slightly on Rachel’s crotch.
Rachel didn’t know what was going on. Quinn was simultaneously tearing her down and making her hard, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. So when she felt Quinn’s fingers return, gripping hard on her admittedly small dick, she summoned all her willpower, and pushed Quinn off of her.
“No.”
Quinn raised an eyebrow. “No?”
Rachel took a deep breath. “No. We’re not having sex.” Quinn pouted. “Not if you’re going to be acting like this.”
“You were enjoying yourself though, if your midget’s got anything to say about it!”
“You were insulting me!” Rachel clenched her jaw, looking at the door behind Quinn. “You’re still insulting me. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t laugh at something I’m quite insecure about.”
Quinn quirked a weak smile. “I’m sorry, babe... it’s just...”
“I know, okay? It’s small.” Quinn was surprised by the slight sheen gathering by Rachel’s eyes. “I’m sorry it’s not enough for you.”
Quinn’s heart clenched, and she moved to gather the singer into her arms, only to have the girl shrug her off. “I’m sorry.” Rachel nodded her acquiescence. “You’re enough for me, I promise.” A shrug.
“At least let me help you get rid of...”
Rachel smiled softly, self deprecatingly. “I’ve got it covered... can you just...”
“You know I adore you, right? Even if you’re a tiny little midget.” Rachel rolled her eyes as Quinn kissed her fingers, pressing them to Rachel’s cheek before getting up.
Rachel barked out a short laugh. “See if I ever make out with you again.”
Quinn bent over, reaching for her bra on the floor. She smirked when she heard Rachel’s gasp... she’d ensured her girlfriend would get the best view, after all. “Good luck with that one, shortie.”
Fin
Note: This wasn't meant to be making fun of G!P, persay, but more the fact that, in every G!P, they're immensely hung. So... I thought a little about that, and what if they were insecure about having a small dick? And this happened. So....... yes.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Faberry
Words: 1000+
Summary: Crack!fic. Rachel is small everywhere. In which Quinn is a dick about Rachel's dick.
Warning: The warning is actually kind of, uh, a twist. So, like, if you really want to see, highlight: Girl!Peen
Quinn was always amused by how authoritative Rachel was in the bedroom. So it was no surprise to her when her girlfriend pushed her up against her bedroom door, lunging up on her toes to thrust her tongue into her mouth. Smiling into the kiss, Quinn laced her fingers through her hair, groaning as Rachel bit down on her bottom lip before laving it with her tongue.
“Can you... I need...” she hissed, and Rachel, as usual, just smirked, fingers skimming under her shirt. Quinn just whimpered as Rachel’s fingers skirted higher, scratching lightly at porcelain skin until they ghosted softly beneath the swells of Quinn’s breasts. Just as Quinn opened her mouth to finally finish vocalizing what she needed, Rachel ground her front into her, fingers sliding under the bra to tweak the nipple just so, causing Quinn’s head to loll forward with a hiss.
“Oh God.”
Quinn reached between them, knuckles scraping on Rachel’s stomach as her fingers fumbled with her own pant’s buttons, in hopes that Rachel would understand her non-verbal cue. She needed the brunette to understand that she just couldn’t wait anymore. They’d been playing the teasing game for months, and Quinn really really needed Rachel to know that she was perfectly fine with losing both the game, her soberginity and her girlginity, if that even made any sense. “I need you inside...”
Rachel pulled back slightly, fingers out and toying with the bra clasp. “Are you sure?” Quinn nodded erratically, biting back her moan when Rachel finally released her breasts from their confines. “In that case, you’re wearing entirely too much clothing.” She took several steps back, sitting down on her mattress. “Strip for me.”
Not even two seconds after Rachel’d said the last syllable, Quinn stood on Rachel’s carpet, in Rachel’s room, with nothing on but Rachel’s underwear (from the last time they’d almost fucked, but Quinn had ended up masturbating for Rachel to see... it’d been a prize of sorts, apparently).
“You’re beautiful.” Quinn really loved how Rachel didn’t mince words in the bedroom, because while she loved her girlfriend’s voice, she wasn’t sure how much verbosity she could take in the bedroom. “Turn for me.” And so Quinn turned, slowly, as it wasn’t the first time Rachel’d asked this of her (the first time had been an unmitigated disaster, what with Quinn turning much too quickly and attempting to cover everything she felt was too embarrassing, like her stretch marks). And then, when Rachel’s eyes seemed to glaze over, Quinn quickly stalked over to Rachel’s computer and hit play.
The strains of some song started up, and Quinn rolled her hips in time with the music, watching as Rachel reached into her pocket with her hand, face turning a little red. “So sexy, babe.”
Quinn would have it, this time. It would happen.
She would get some cock up in her pussy if it was the last thing she did today.
She fully intended for it to be the last thing she did all day, and hopefully it’d be the first thing she did tomorrow too.
Quinn stepped forward slowly, being sure to tease Rachel by inching her panties down, toying with them. She loved getting her girl worked up like this, and she was sure that it would work in her favor this time.
She knew Rachel had a cock, and had absolutely no problem with it. It made their sex lives more exciting. At least, it would have, if they were having sex... and if Rachel would let Quinn see her penis.
Apparently all her de-feminizing comments had wrecked Rachel’s self-image, and while she’d done everything she could to help... Rachel still wouldn’t let her see it.
Quinn decided, this time, to take charge herself. She slowly lowered herself onto the lap of the singer, smirking as Rachel’s breathing hitched. The blonde leaned forward, whispering huskily into Rachel’s ear. “I want you. I want you inside me.” Rachel swallowed before scooting back slightly before the blonde could grind down.
“I-This... isn’t the best idea.” Quinn smirked, slowly crawling forward. Rachel’s eyes widened, scooting back until her hand skipped over the edge of the bed, causing her to fall completely onto her back. Quinn’s smirk intensified as she pinned Rachel with one hand, the other lowering between Rachel’s legs. “Th-this really isn’t a good idea.”
“I think it’s a good idea.” Quinn breathed her words onto Rachel’s lips, causing her to shudder. “Does this turn you on, baby?” Rachel whimpered, squirming. “I bet you’re so hard for me right now.” Rachel closed her eyes tightly, biting her lip to hide her moan as she squirmed under Quinn. The blonde reached between them, cupping Rachel between the legs, before faltering.
Rachel moaned long and loud, but then Quinn sat back a little, groping Rachel’s crotch a little harder, a little more searchingly. Rachel threw her head back over the edge of the bed, biting her lips hard enough to draw blood.
“You are hard for me, right baby?”
“Oh God, Quinn, yes. Yes, so hard.” Rachel was so out of it, so aroused, that she missed the tremor in Quinn’s voice.
“It doesn’t feel like it...” Quinn narrowed her eyes, and in one swift motion, Rachel was suddenly devoid of clothing on her bottom half. Quinn sat there, on Rachel’s calves (her delicious, delicious calves), staring between Rachel’s legs.
Rachel tried to force herself into a sitting position, eyes wide in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“That’s it?” Rachel’s brow met in confusion. “That’s... that’s your penis.” Quinn’s shoulder shook slightly. Rachel’s eyes widened understandingly.
“Oh, well, I know it’s a little small, bu-”
Quinn barked out a laugh. “A little small?” Rachel wilted. “Finn’s fingers are longer than your dick!” Quinn ran her fingers through her hair, completely amused.
“This is why I didn’t want to show you!” Rachel moved to cover her nether regions, but was stopped by Quinn’s hands.
“Wait. I wanna see it more.” Rachel thrashed as Quinn leaned forward to inspect it. “Wow...” Rachel groaned as Quinn’s breath caressed her, soft and warm. “Even Mike Chang’s bigger than you!”
Rachel glared, mildly irritated. “How do you know that?” Quinn waved her off, as if it didn’t matter. “No, seriously, Quinn...”
“Girls talk in the locker room, you know.” Quinn’s finger trailed up Rachel’s shaft, slowly, and Rachel groaned, not sure if the heat on her cheeks was from arousal or humiliation, at this point. “Do you think I’d feel it?”
“Feel what, babe?”
“Your cock. If it was in me.” Rachel whimpered, and Quinn laughed as her cock twitched. “This is actually hilarious!” Rachel shook her head to indicate the negative, attempting to wriggle out from under Quinn. “You’re small everywhere!”
“You’re deplorable.”
“And you love it.” Quinn smirked, watching as the glistening bead of precum grew before slowly tracking a trail down the side of Rachel’s penis. Quinn caught the drop with her finger and brought it to her lips. Rachel groaned, dropping back down onto the bed, as Quinn’s tongue snaked out, snapping up the salty droplet. Quinn smirked down at her before shifting forward, grinding down slightly on Rachel’s crotch.
Rachel didn’t know what was going on. Quinn was simultaneously tearing her down and making her hard, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. So when she felt Quinn’s fingers return, gripping hard on her admittedly small dick, she summoned all her willpower, and pushed Quinn off of her.
“No.”
Quinn raised an eyebrow. “No?”
Rachel took a deep breath. “No. We’re not having sex.” Quinn pouted. “Not if you’re going to be acting like this.”
“You were enjoying yourself though, if your midget’s got anything to say about it!”
“You were insulting me!” Rachel clenched her jaw, looking at the door behind Quinn. “You’re still insulting me. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t laugh at something I’m quite insecure about.”
Quinn quirked a weak smile. “I’m sorry, babe... it’s just...”
“I know, okay? It’s small.” Quinn was surprised by the slight sheen gathering by Rachel’s eyes. “I’m sorry it’s not enough for you.”
Quinn’s heart clenched, and she moved to gather the singer into her arms, only to have the girl shrug her off. “I’m sorry.” Rachel nodded her acquiescence. “You’re enough for me, I promise.” A shrug.
“At least let me help you get rid of...”
Rachel smiled softly, self deprecatingly. “I’ve got it covered... can you just...”
“You know I adore you, right? Even if you’re a tiny little midget.” Rachel rolled her eyes as Quinn kissed her fingers, pressing them to Rachel’s cheek before getting up.
Rachel barked out a short laugh. “See if I ever make out with you again.”
Quinn bent over, reaching for her bra on the floor. She smirked when she heard Rachel’s gasp... she’d ensured her girlfriend would get the best view, after all. “Good luck with that one, shortie.”
Fin
Note: This wasn't meant to be making fun of G!P, persay, but more the fact that, in every G!P, they're immensely hung. So... I thought a little about that, and what if they were insecure about having a small dick? And this happened. So....... yes.