Timebomb || Quinn
Santana gave a small nod and low hum and acknowledgment as Quinn told her it hurt. Of course it hurt. In the Latina’s opinion, penises really weren’t the way to go for losing one’s virginity. Stupid teenaged boys always got too wrapped up in their own pleasures to care about what the girl was going through. At least, that was Santana’s theory. Girls took their time. Girls knew what girls liked, knew how it felt to be filled and stretched and broken. Girls were the way to go, in Santana’s opinion. Maybe she’d be able to get Quinn to believe it, too.
Despite the girl’s negating words, Santana could see that she at least physically wanted this. Her fingers slid through Quinn’s wetness, teasing her clit just briefly before traveling slowly back down to circle her entrance. Nothing but light strokes, for now, as Santana was having way too much fun watching Quinn fight with herself on how she should react to what was happening to her. “I know it c-can’t be worth it, giving into temptation.” The mere fact that the blonde’s words were followed by a stifled sound of pleasure had Santana laughing lowly. Oh, this girl had so much to learn.
“Oh Q, trust me,” the Latina spoke quietly, her lips still turned up in a smirk. “You have no idea how worth it it is.” She could see the struggle happening just behind Quinn’s gorgeous hazel eyes, and Santana was happily about to put her out of her misery. She leaned in a little closer between the blonde’s spread knees, her thumb settling against the girl’s clit, tracing tight circles over it as her fingertips teased Quinn’s entrance. “I can give it to you, Quinn,” she breathed, two fingertips just barely dipping inside the girl’s wetness, watching her face for every reaction. “In fact, I bet I can have you begging for it in no time at all.” This was only speculation, of course, but Santana thought it would be fun to play anyway. She moved her fingers back and forth slowly, never slipping in passed her first knuckle. It was be tantalizing, no doubt, but Santana was beyond the point of intrigue to see how the innocent human would react.
“Oh Q, trust me.” Despite the hated smirk, Santana’s voice sounded almost like a purr. Dangerous in a way that Quinn found kind of hot. Although she could think of very little that wouldn’t have sounded hot to her just then. “You have no idea how worth it it is.” The dark brown eyes were sizzling hot, but happily Quinn was in no danger of falling into them as she almost had with Blaine earlier - she was too busy struggling with the assault on her senses Santana was conducting down below. The Latina’s fingers seemed to find that spot again so easily and this time they didn’t let up. She wasn’t just teasing anymore, but rather pulling the blonde with ever-increasing speed towards the edge. The sound it elicited was something between a sob and a moan.
Oh God, she’d never even imagined that being touched could feel this good. It wasn’t fair. Quinn’s every nerve ending was electrified, short-circuiting… and the injustice made her eyes sting with tears. She gave another moan as two cool fingers slipped inside her, giving the friction that her body so desperately craved. “I - God,” she whimpered, tears spilling over and trickling down her cheeks. “Please.” She swallowed to clear her throat as her body began to tense in anticipation of the release that was so close she could almost taste it. Purgatory instead of this glorious hell. “I’ll beg or whatever I have to do, just give it to me already.” She looked Santana in the eyes, her voice was desperate, all her pride forfeited. She’d give up her pride if Santana would only set her free.
New followers.
No, I mean…yes, of course this is a family get-together, but Mon Maitre has brought the entertainment.
Okay, please tell me you do not mean what I think you mean. Your “Maitre” is some kind of freak who goes around kidnapping people?
New followers.
Yes, but Mon Maitre is not part of Blaine’s family. He is only…a friend.
Huh. I thought this was some kind of family get-together. Whatever.
“But I can assure you,” she added, “that Lizzy does not lose much by not suiting his fancy; for he is a most disagreeable, horrid man, not at all worth pleasing. So high and so conceited that there was no enduring him! He walked here, and he walked there, fancying himself so very great!”
- Mrs. Bennett, Pride and Prejudice
New followers.
Ah. My Master. My Master has received an invitation and so, here we are.
Oh, so you’ve been dragged into this crazy family reunion thing too. Yaaaaaaay.
New followers.
Do not worry, I am just here with Mon Maitre. He likes to ensure that Blaine approves of his shipments.
Mon…? Yeah, I didn’t take French in high school. Care to share with the rest of the class?
New followers.
This place sure is busy. Talk about a house party.
Good. ‘Cause I don’t want to talk about it.
