fanfic: Stressed - Part 2, NC-17 (Artie/Quinn)
Title: Stressed - Part 2
Author: ipickquinn & backitup_baby
Pairings/Characters: Artie/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6,449 (12,950 total)
Spoilers: none
Summary: Midterms are stressful. And apparently sex can be too.
A/N: This fic was written by ipickquinn (as Quinn) and backitup_baby (as Artie)!
Stressed - Part 1 | ( Artie/Quinn 'verse masterlist)
Stressed - Part 2
Dinner had mostly consisted of Quinn talking to Artie’s parents about the econ classes she was taking and the econ classes they had taken and how they were applying the general principles that she was learning in their business and Artie eating a lot of bread because he didn’t really have much to contribute to the conversation. He was actually beginning to get kind of stressed again because he hadn’t actually gotten that much done before dinner and he was going to have to take care of Quinn’s sexual needs or something afterwards, but he tried to just push that aside for now and just tell himself to make more of an effort the next day.
He was not at all surprised when Quinn basically launched herself at him once they were back in his room and away from his parents. They had insisted on coming in because they’d brought him some food and Artie had panicked a little, silently, trying to remember the state in which they’d left his room and hoping it wasn’t too incriminating. And then they had stayed for a long time (just twenty minutes, really, but twenty minutes too long). So he could understand why she was impatient. That didn’t mean he didn’t have to not find it funny. “Sorry,” he said, once he realized he was laughing more than kissing her.
“It’s not funny. I’ve been going crazy all evening. At least you got to get off before we went,” Quinn said, pouting heavily at him. “And then your dad kept talking about ‘finishing it off’ and all I wanted you to do was finish me off and then I realized just how inappropriate it was to be thinking about that while we were with your parents and...” She let out a frustrated groan, and fell silent for a while trying to get control of herself. “Will you please just kiss me?” She finally asked, though she sounded a lot more pathetic than she meant to.
Artie knew that he was failing miserably at not smirking at her all throughout that small ramble, but oh well. “Yeah, of course,” he said, still smirking, and moved one of his hands up into her hair as he kissed her, doing his best to not start laughing again.
Quinn had been a little over eager once Artie’s parents finally left so she had attacked him while he was still in his chair. After kissing him a few more moments she pulled back and bit her lip. “Bed now?”
“Can you wait that long?” Artie asked, probably with more amusement than was necessary. Just to be annoying, he placed his other hand on the crotch of her jeans and pressed up.
“I really don’t like you sometimes,” Quinn said as she ground down into his hand. It was hard to pull away from him when he was doing that because it felt so good, but she knew it would be better when they were both on the bed so she reluctantly got off his lap. “Should I strip now or do you want to do it?” She wasn’t eager at all... nope...
“I’ll do it,” Artie said, then lifted himself out of his chair and onto his bed. “Really slowly. Painfully slow, actually.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” Quinn whined, though stood in front of him, waiting anxiously for him to start taking her clothes off.
“Because you’re really cute when you’re impatient,” Artie said, reaching out to undo the button and zip on her jeans before taking her shirt off instead.
Quinn took another step closer to the bed and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up since they no longer had to look presentable for adults. “You know I am so going to get you back for this.”
“I’ll probably deserve it,” Artie acknowledged, hooking his fingers in the belt loops of her jeans and pulling her closer. “But that doesn’t mean that I won’t enjoy myself right now.”
“Will you please just touch me somewhere?” Quinn asked impatiently as she looked at him. Knowing that he would eventually take his glasses off for this, she decided to speed up the process and gently slid them off his face. She considered a few moments before putting them on, biting her lip. “Your eyes aren’t too bad,” she commented lightly.
Artie ignored her first question. “Yeah, they really aren’t,” he said, though he was still blinking a little to adjust to the change in vision. He smirked then and tugged her jeans down. “You look really good in those. By the way.”
“Like in a sexy secretary kind of way or in the endearingly nerdy kind of way?” Quinn asked, adjusting the glasses on her nose. Once they were settled in place she stepped the rest of the way out of her jeans then leaned against the bed. “So now what?”
“I think my glasses are more the nerdy kind and not the sexy kind,” Artie said, reaching out so he could run his hands slowly up and down the back of her thighs. “But you’re definitely the sexy kind. So I’m a little torn. I might need you to keep them on for a little longer.”
“Well I always think you’re sexy, so I think your glasses are just fine,” Quinn said, giggling slightly then moved onto the bed. “Okay, I’ll keep them on, but what are you going to do for me?” She asked, starting to get anxious again.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Artie said, leaning in and bending down a little to kiss the skin right above her underwear. “It’ll be fun, though.”
“Are you trying to kill me?” Quinn whined as she moved her hips up slightly, hoping to get more of anything at this point.
“Yeah,” he said, smirking again. “But in the good way. The one that doesn’t actually involve death.” He pulled back then and brought one of his hands up and around so he could get it between her legs, still smirking.
“Well I literally might die if you don’t do something soon,” Quinn said. “So stop looking at me like that and just do it,” she whined.
“You’re not going to literally die,” Artie said dismissively, adjusting his hand a little before pressing up with his fingers. “Don’t worry.”
“You’re not the one being tortured like this,” Quinn said as she reached down to put her hand over Artie’s and force him to press up more.
“You do this to me all the time,” Artie said as he let her move his hand. “I’m pretty sure you’re kind of a tease.” He got an idea then and stopped actively moving his hand while hers was still on his.
Quinn continued moving her hand for a few moments before realizing that Artie’s hand wasn’t even there anymore. She stopped her movement though didn’t move her hand completely away as she looked at Artie. “Why did you do that?”
“To see what you’d do,” Artie said, pulling her onto his lap finally. “Are you going to be really mad at me if I keep doing this?”
“Well the more you tease me the more I am going to expect out of this. So it just depends if you’re ready to give out multiple orgasms,” she said, slightly smirking now.
“Yeah, I think so,” Artie said, finally moving his hand into her underwear. “Wow. You really have been ridiculously turned on for the last, I don’t know, three hours, right?”
Quinn nodded pathetically and moved her hips up into his hand. “I think I deserve some relief,” she pouted.
Artie shifted his hand a little, trying to get his bearings, then found her clit with his fingers and started rubbing, slowly. "Is this a good start?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse now.
Quinn let out a sigh of relief, though it sort of sounded like she had simultaneously said “finally” on her exhale. Instead of consciously saying that though, she nodded. “Underwear off?”
"Yeah, I guess," Artie said, pushing it down with his free hand as much as he could with her still on his lap. "You don't need to get up. I just needed it out of the way." He leaned in then and slowly started kissing his way up her stomach to her breasts.
“Have I told you that I love you?” Quinn asked, gasping out slightly as she wound her hand through his hair again. “Because I do. A lot,” she added, starting to feel breathless already.
"You can tell me again," Artie said against her skin, still moving his hand slowly. He kind of wanted to see if he could get her close just by doing this, so he made himself resist taking it to the next level.
“I love you,” she repeated, then let out a slightly frustrated moan. “And I know you’re really on a teasing kick but I would really appreciate it if you would go a little faster.”
"I can do that," Artie replied, immediately obliging her. Right now he was just holding off from actually getting his fingers inside her, so her request was pretty doable. Speaking of doable, he was starting to feel like he'd be up for a second round, but they hadn't ever done that before so he wasn't sure if it would be successful. And what if it wasn't? Then he'd just be embarrassed. So he didn't mention it but he knew she could probably tell, anyway.
Quinn let out another moan, though it was an appreciative moan now. It was a lot easier than talking, though she figured she had to do that too because she could tell he was getting hard again and she had some ground rules to lay down. But for now she just let him focus on her because it felt pretty damn good. “You’re really good at this.”
"Well, I had a pretty good teacher and definitely some incentives to learn how to do this, like getting to hear you make those noises," Artie said, his head and mouth up at her breasts now. He got rid of her bra with his free hand then and pulled away to make eye contact. "I kind of want to. Be a little rough. Is that okay?"
"That's unfair," Quinn pouted, "that you make me make noises when I am supposed to be quiet." She wound her hands through his hair encouragingly though. "But do it. You can be rough. Thanks for the warning," she continued, smirking slightly then arched her back to push her chest closer to Artie.
"Okay," Artie said, probably too immediately and eagerly, leaning in and moving his mouth around one of her nipples. He waited for a moment to give her a bit to get used to it before experimentally (and lightly) scraping his teeth against her skin, moving two of his fingers inside her afterwards.
"Oh God," Quinn moaned out almost immediately. She had been waiting for hours and now it was finally happening and it was amazing. And she wasn't sure which one she wanted more at the moment. His fingers felt amazing but this new thing he was doing with his teeth on her nipples was surprisingly awesome and she sort of just wanted more of that. With that in mind she tightened her grip in his hair, going between grabbing and massaging lightly.
Usually, Artie would have told Quinn to be quiet but he figured the guys in his hall were out partying or something by this point and, besides, her noises were really hot, so he let it happen this time. He settled his free hand onto her hip, holding on a little tightly, and started to slowly pick up a faster rhythm.
Quinn bit her lip and rocked her hips up gently, seeking more. "Do you want to have sex again? Because you have to get me off first if you do. So that we're even," she moaned.
"And... you can be rougher if you want," she added, her voice soft and shy now.
"I don't think I can come again if we have sex," he said, doubtfully, "But I'm up for having it. And, okay, um, I don't want to hurt you or anything, but if you have anything in mind specifically I'll do it..."
"We won't know unless we try. I mean I can feel you..." Quinn said, grinding down on him to prove her point. She momentarily got distracted with that, tilting his face up to meet hers in a kiss. Eventually though she pulled back and looked at him.
"You don't have to be afraid of that. I know you won't hurt me. I, um, liked what you were doing before though. To my... nipples," she said, feeling shy again.
Artie groaned as Quinn moved down onto him, then nodded a little. "Yeah, let's re-do it," he said, after she'd pulled away from kissing him. "What if I do accidentally hurt you?" Artie was legitimately concerned but if he was being entirely honest he'd definitely had some fantasies about this.
"You won't," Quinn said, "I trust you, and you know I'll tell you if you are... So, just do it. I know you want to," she said before lightly grinding down on him again.
Artie moved his hand away so she could better move on him, his eyes closing. “Okay,” he said, before moving both of his hands onto her ass, squeezing one and experimentally giving her a tap with the other.
Quinn had definitely wanted to try this and kissed up along his neck until she reached below his ear. “You call that a spank?” She asked, challengingly.
"I'm starting off easy, okay?" he said, before hitting harder. He was definitely getting into this. "God, Quinn, maybe we will need to have sex again..."
“Remember what I said though, you have to get me off first if you want to have sex again,” Quinn said after biting back a moan. “Why haven’t we done this before? This is really... hot.”
"Stop moving so much so I can do it," he said.
Quinn couldn’t help but giggle slightly. “Are you going to punish me for being so wiggly?” She asked, moving purposefully this time just to be obnoxious, but also out of curiosity of what he would do.
"You're kind of asking for it," he said, hitting a little harder and simultaneously getting his hand between them and finding her clit again. "Plus you're kind of soaking my jeans..."
“Then you should take them off,” Quinn moaned out as she ground into Artie’s finger. “And maybe I want to ask for it,” she said, dropping her head to his shoulder.
"Then you should come so we can do this," he said, pausing to undo his jeans before moving three fingers back inside her and digging his other hand into her hip. "You really want this, don't you? I can feel it. What ever happened to my ex celibacy president girlfriend?"
Quinn gasped out suddenly when Artie’s fingers entered her then bit down on his shoulder. Once she was sure she wasn’t going to yell anything she pulled back to look Artie in the eyes and nod. “I do want this. Make me come. Please,” she whined.
“And that girlfriend left when she realized how amazing sex with her boyfriend is... I don’t really want her to come back, do you?” She asked as she went back to kissing along his neck.
"I want to," he said, moving his hand a little bit more roughly and giving her ass another smack. "I love doing this. I feel like it's the only time I'm actually getting you off. Usually it's like you getting yourself off on me. But I love making you feel good."
“That’s not true,” Quinn said immediately, pulling back once again to look at him. Even though all she wanted to do right now was let Artie get her off, she couldn’t let him think it wasn’t become of him that sex was so amazing.
“I know we don’t, um, talk about it,” she started. It was pretty hard to concentrate with him three fingers deep but this was important. “But when I had sex with Puck, he didn’t make me come. It sucked. And he’s supposed to be a stud or whatever. But you can make me and it’s not just because I do the moving work. I love you and you don’t have to be able to do that to turn me on. You’re just that good,” she finished with a small smirk.
"Okay," Artie said, feeling a little more reassured now and also kind of proud of himself. "That's, uh, good to know. I'm clearly just more of a stud," he added, moving his fingers a little more roughly and bringing his other hand around to get his thumb on her clit. "I love you too, so much."
“I really shouldn’t have fueled your ego like that,” Quinn said as she let out a shaky laugh though that was interrupted with an involuntary moan. After hours of being on edge and all that teasing she could tell she was almost about to come. “Baby... I’m close.”
He shot her a smirk. "You better be. What if I do this again?" he asked then, leaning in and lightly dragging his teeth down from her collarbone down onto one of her breasts and leaving his mouth there as he kept moving his hands.
“Just. Oh God... A little more...” Quinn moaned and dug her nails into his shoulder. She was teetering on the edge and just needed that little push...
Artie experimentally shifted his hand under her and changed the angle, trying to replicate the one Quinn usually settled into while they were having sex. He pulled away then and made eye contact with her, trying to make sure that he'd just made the right choice in changing what he was doing right before her orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck,” Quinn started saying, as if she had no verbal control anymore right before she tensed around Artie’s fingers and came hard. She jerked her hips on his fingers as she rode on her orgasm. After hours of torture this felt like such relief and when it was finally done she settled her head in the crook of his neck, panting.
Artie kept his hands moving on her slowly, wanting to make sure she was still up for more. "I'm sorry, it sounded like you wanted to fuck, just now," he said, grinning a little as he waited for her to calm down.
As her breathing slowed down, Quinn began nipping at Artie’s neck, but not enough to leave a mark, until she was face to face with him. “I love you. And maybe I do want to fuck. What are you going to do about it?”
"Get one of these," Artie said, leaning sideways and reaching with his now-free to (kind of precariously) retrieve a condom from his desk. "And maybe keep my clothes on because I like it when you're just naked on top of me." He kept his other hand moving a little faster now, his
fingers still inside of her, trying to see if he could get her to be just as turned on as she had been a few minutes ago. He was feeling pretty skeptical still about having sex again but he figured it'd be fun, if not necessarily successful on his end.
"I thought I was soaking your jeans though... and what are you doing? Trying to make me come again? Because I think you're succeeding," Quinn half-moaned as she involuntarily moved down against his hand.
When Quinn did that it just put more weight on his hand over his lap so now she was kind of inadvertently getting him off too, every time the back of his hand rubbed against his jeans. “I’m just warming you up,” he said, with some difficulty. “And you are. But it’s hot. You’re so hot. Can we just do this now? I don’t have to take them off all the way.”
“I’m definitely warmed up,” Quinn said, also finding it difficult to speak. “Pull your jeans down... please.”
“Get up, then,” he half-said, half-ordered, moving his hand out of the way and planting it behind him, leaning back so he could get his jeans and boxers down. “Are you going to keep my glasses on?” he said then, getting the condom out and putting it on.
Quinn bit back her groan of disappointment when Artie moved his hand away because she knew better things were in the near future. Having almost forgotten about the glasses, she reached up to touch them, as if to check they were real. “Um, I’ll take them off. Unless you want me to leave them on?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.
“Leave them on if you want to,” he said, trying not to seem too eager about that. He checked himself out then momentarily just to make sure that he wasn’t about to lose his erection, though he was kind of concerned that it was going to remember that he’d already had sex today and deflate or something. Oh god. Not deflate. Oh god.
“Can we do this?” he said, accidentally a little too impatiently. He was just worried, though. He figured that was a good enough excuse.
Artie seemed into the idea of her leaving on the glasses, even if he was pretending otherwise (and Quinn could totally tell he was) so she left them in place as she moved to straddle him again. She had noticed him... well, checking himself out so she looked between them as well. Everything seemed normal... better than normal.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” Quinn whispered teasingly as she aligned him at her entrance and began moving down slowly.
Even though Artie had said that he was basically too impatient to take his clothes off, he was beginning to overheat so he got back out of his button-down and threw it off of the bed before Quinn moved onto him. “Maybe I don’t ever need to actually study for exams,” he said, eyes closing immediately. “This is so much better. We should just never leave my bed.”
As Quinn moved further down on Artie, her eyes began to close as well. “Maybe only to get food...” she said, though she didn’t really know what she was saying. “We need energy... or something, oh God...”
“Yeah, sounds good,” Artie said, his eyes opening again after a moment (it took a lot of effort) so he could watch her moving on him. “Still want me to do this?” he added, holding onto her thighs harder than was really necessary.
Quinn just nodded, not exactly trusting herself to say anything coherent to Artie right now, before she bent down to give him a rough kiss. It just really seemed to fit the mood and it was just hot in general.
Artie kissed her eagerly, slowly dragging his hands up to her ass, and let his eyes close again. He still wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to come but this still felt awesome and he wasn’t sure now if he would ever be able to study with Quinn again, knowing that they could just be doing this instead.
Quinn moaned into Artie’s mouth and moved one of her hands on top of his, encouraging him to grab more or maybe even spank her again. That had surprisingly been a big turn on.
He broke the kiss after a moment and smirked once he realized what she was trying to get him to do. “You really want this, don’t you?” he asked, squeezing more with both hands before moving one off so he could spank her again.
Glad that Artie had taken her more than subtle hint, she moved her hands back up into his hair so she could kiss him again. Once she pulled back, she bit her lip shyly. “Is that okay? That I like this?”
Artie stammered a little, suddenly overwhelmed by how hot she looked with her sex hair and his glasses on and her biting her lip like that, then nodded. “It’s really okay,” he said, once he got his voice working again.
“Does it turn you on too?” Quinn asked, grinding down on him lightly.
“So much,” he said immediately, his breath catching in his throat.
“Do you like spanking me?” Quinn asked, placing one of her hands over his again. “Or do you like biting better?” She asked, as she gently started nipping at the crook of his neck.
“That’s good too,” he said, tilting his head back a little. “But I’ve been kind of wanting to do this for a while.” He brought one of his hands back up to her breasts and moved his thumb over one of her nipples before pinching a little. “Tell me if it feels good.”
“How long have you wanted to do this?” Quinn gasped out as she pushed her chest forward into his hand. She had been keeping a pretty slow, steady pace on him but this sudden new feeling caused her to jerk her hips against Artie. “It feels good. By the way. In case you couldn’t tell.”
"I had this crazy dream a month ago where you couldn't get enough of it," Artie said, once he'd successfully stifled a groan. "So I'm glad you like it. And if. I don't know if I am going to be able to come unless you keep doing that. This isn't just a ploy to get you to do it like that by the way. I promise."
“Was it from the morning after we moved in?” Quinn asked, grinning slightly. It would explain why he woke up so turned on. Either way, that was a good morning. She planned on repeating that movement on him anyway if not only to hear him make that noise again, but was glad to know it felt as good for him as it did for her. “Is that going to make you come?” She asked innocently as she did it again.
"It better," Artie said, kind of desperately. "And no. It wasn't that morning. Or evening. I don't remember when but it was after that." He punctuated his response by adjusting his hand on her breast a bit and pinching again, a little harder. "How hard do you want me to do this?"
Quinn ground down on him, whimpering slightly at that combined with Artie pinching her nipples. “Harder. I want to be able to feel it tomorrow,” she said in what she hoped was a sexy voice before moving against him again.
"Fuck, Quinn, what?" Artie asked, legitimately kind of in shock. He regained his ability to function after a bit and grinned at her, holding out for now. "You need to better make me understand what you want me to do."
“Why do you always make me do this?” Quinn asked pouting. “You know what I want...” she said quietly before kissing him. “Please?”
Artie pinched again, harder, then experimentally twisted a little to see what kind of reaction that'd get. "Because it's fun."
“Oh, fuck...” Quinn moaned, grinding down into him again. Usually she was embarrassed to talk dirty when Artie asked her to, but sometimes she liked doing it when he wasn’t expecting it just to shock him. Like now. Leaning in forward, she moved her mouth by his ear as she whispered. “Tomorrow, when I put my bra on and the fabric brushes against my nipples I’m going to be reminded of this.”
Artie blinked a little, his mouth falling open as well, at this. "Is that good?" he couldn't help but ask. "Does that mean you're going to be thinking about this all day? Hopefully in a good way and not like you're pissed at me?"
“I’m asking you to do this. Of course I’m not going to be mad,” Quinn said, half giggling, half moaning. “So it will definitely be the good kind of thinking,” she said, grinding down on him again.
“Good,” Artie said, his eyes fixed on her face as she moved on him. “What else do you want me to do? I want you to come.”
“I think you should spank me more. Maybe so I can feel that tomorrow too,” Quinn said, biting her lip to hold back her eager smile. “How close are you?”
Artie tried to assess this but it was a little difficult to stay focused with Quinn talking like that. “Just don’t worry about it,” he said, kissing down her neck before obliging her, harder than he’d done it before. To stop himself from asking her if it had been too much, he bit her collarbone lightly instead.
Quinn yelped at the audible smack to her ass but just moved down on Artie hard, rocking her hips against him. “I love you,” she said before tangling her hands into his hair so she could pull his face up for a rough kiss.
“I love you too,” Artie said, breathing heavily, once he’d pulled away from the kiss. “So much.” He paused, then said, “I’m going to be thinking about this all day tomorrow too. I don’t know if I’ll be able to actually study ever again because I’ll just be thinking about how hot you look right now and the look on your face whenever I do this--” He hit her ass again, trying to get about the same amount of force as the last time, to illustrate his point.
“You’re studying my anatomy,” Quinn said in a weak attempt to joke before gasping again when he hit her. “Fuck... you feel so good. We should definitely do this again,” she groaned out then began moving on him faster.
“Okay,” Artie agreed immediately, running his fingertips along her skin and wondering if she really was going to be sore tomorrow. After a moment of trying to catch his breath again he decided to stop pseudo-abusing his girlfriend in favor of getting his thumb back against her clit and trying to help her get off.
“I told you you wouldn’t hurt me,” Quinn said, moaning again now that his thumb was on her clit. “You feel so, so, so good. Fuck... baby...” Her words were coming out pretty breathlessly now as she continued moving on him fast, getting closer to coming.
Artie was pretty sure that he wasn’t going to be able to come but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do everything he could to make Quinn feel good. He pressed his thumb a little harder and moved his other hand onto her hip, trying to help her move on him, then leaned in for another kiss.
Quinn’s movements were beginning to become sporadic as she got closer and when Artie hit her clit just right she tightened around him, letting out a low moan into their kiss. She rocked her hips against him until she was done coming then looked at him, still moving her hips slowly. “Are you close?”
Artie didn’t know how to answer this in a way that wouldn’t be awkward or possibly accidentally offensive, so he just settled for shaking his head a little. “I don’t think I can do it again,” he said, biting his lip a little. “But it still feels really good.”
Quinn bit her lip, not really sure what to do in this situation. “Are you sure? I can keep going or like, give you a hand job or something just to be sure.” She felt kind of bad that she had just gotten off twice and he wasn’t even going to come once. Well, he had earlier... but that wasn’t really the point right now.
“No, it’s okay,” he said, kind of quickly. “I mean, I already did. And I think usually I can just do it the one time... So as long as you had a good time then so did I.”
Quinn stopped moving at that though didn’t get off of him just yet. “Are you sure? You know I don’t mind...”
“It’s okay,” Artie repeated, still worried that he was going to accidentally offend her. “Do, uh. Do you mind that I, uh, can’t?”
“No. I just want to make sure you’re not just saying this because it might take a little while and you don’t want to like, put me out or anything. But if it felt good for you even though you couldn’t... again, then that’s okay with me.” She put her arms around him in a sort of hug and gave him a slow kiss that was hopefully reassuring.
She suddenly pulled back through, frowning. “It wasn’t because I wasn’t... um, good, was it?”
Artie had just been settling into kissing her when Quinn pulled away. “No, you were fine,” he said, too surprised to phrase that in a way that was at all flattering. He was kind of confused about how she could have been anything but good. It wasn’t like she’d knee’d him in the crotch or anything.
His phrasing wasn’t making her feel any more reassured. “Okay...” she said slowly, before biting her lip. “I guess I’ll, um, get off you now then...”
“Hey,” he said, before she’d moved off of his lap, wanting to reassure her. “You were better than good. It might actually be good that I couldn’t because I probably would have come about two minutes into that.”
“But I made you do all that stuff to me and I hardly focused on you...” Quinn said, biting her lip again.
“I wouldn’t have if I didn’t want to,” he said, slowly and patiently, and hoped that that was that. Now that she’d stopped moving on him his breathing had settled down a lot so it was much easier to think and stay rational.
Quinn moved closer to hug him again, burying her face in the crook of his neck. “Okay,” she said, though it was muffled into his skin. “Love you.”
“I love you too,” he said, moving his arms around her waist and leaning his head against hers. “Are you okay?”
Quinn nodded against his shoulder before pulling back. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just, I don’t know. I was worried... but. Just forget about it.”
“Okay,” Artie said skeptically, but he said nothing else after that. He kind of figured he’d just wait and see if Quinn wanted to talk about it more later that evening instead of him pushing the subject. “Well... you’re staying here, right?”
“If you want me to. I’m going to go take a shower either way... unless you want to come with me and continue this discussion,” Quinn said, her eyebrow raised slightly.
Artie was beginning to be pretty worried now. “I think I’m okay,” he said, waiting for her to get off of him. “Um, see you afterwards, then.”
Quinn nodded and gave him a quick kiss before easing herself off of him. “Are you sure about the shower? I got you kind of dirty,” she said with a slightly embarrassed look on her face as she checked out his clothes.
“Yeah, it’s okay,” he said, taking the condom off and throwing it away before tucking himself back into his boxers. He got himself out of his jeans then and rolled them up into a ball before aiming them at his hamper. “Um, I’m going to try and study while you’re doing that,” he said then, kind of awkwardly.
Nodding again, Quinn moved over to get pajamas (from the draw Artie had cleared out for her, though he may have rolled his eyes while he did it) then started padding her way to the bathroom. Before she closed the door, she popped her head out. “Sorry. That I made like all of today about sex. We’ll hit the books hard tomorrow, okay? See you in a little bit...”
“Okay,” Artie said, watching her leave and then pause in the doorway. “It’s fine.” It actually kind of wasn’t, now that he was thinking about it, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t had fun. He retrieved his book then and tried to focus while he waited for Quinn to get back.
Quinn took a little longer than normal in the shower, slightly (and oddly) pleased to notice that her nipples were probably going to be sore the next day, before getting out and drying off. Once dressed again in underwear and one of Artie’s t-shirts, she finished brushing her hair and returned to the room, walking over to perch herself on the side of the bed. “How is the studying?”
Artie shrugged slightly, still kind of skeptical that Quinn was upset or mad or confused or some other type of potentially negative emotion. “It’s all right. I think I’m going to stay up and try to keep working on it for a little longer if that’s okay with you.”
“Are you sure you don’t just want me to go to my room?” Quinn asked, tugging at the bottom of her (well Artie’s) shirt lightly. “I don’t want to distract you anymore today...”
“I want you to stay,” he said, mostly because he really did want her to stay but also partially because he was worried that if he said otherwise, she’d get mad. “It’s fine. As long as you’re okay with me doing this.”
“Okay then,” Quinn said before crawling over Artie to her side of the bed. “Well I guess I’m going to sleep so I won’t bother you,” she said as she pulled the covers down.
Artie watched her, a concerned look on his face, before shrugging a little and looking back at his book. He still figured that if she wanted to talk about it then she would, so it was pointless to try and get her to do so before she wanted to. “Okay. Um, good night. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Quinn said, twisting so she could reach to give him a quick kiss. “Uh, good luck studying.” She turned to her side, her back to Artie, and tried to get comfortable enough to sleep.
Author: ipickquinn & backitup_baby
Pairings/Characters: Artie/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6,449 (12,950 total)
Spoilers: none
Summary: Midterms are stressful. And apparently sex can be too.
A/N: This fic was written by ipickquinn (as Quinn) and backitup_baby (as Artie)!
Stressed - Part 1 | ( Artie/Quinn 'verse masterlist)
Stressed - Part 2
Dinner had mostly consisted of Quinn talking to Artie’s parents about the econ classes she was taking and the econ classes they had taken and how they were applying the general principles that she was learning in their business and Artie eating a lot of bread because he didn’t really have much to contribute to the conversation. He was actually beginning to get kind of stressed again because he hadn’t actually gotten that much done before dinner and he was going to have to take care of Quinn’s sexual needs or something afterwards, but he tried to just push that aside for now and just tell himself to make more of an effort the next day.
He was not at all surprised when Quinn basically launched herself at him once they were back in his room and away from his parents. They had insisted on coming in because they’d brought him some food and Artie had panicked a little, silently, trying to remember the state in which they’d left his room and hoping it wasn’t too incriminating. And then they had stayed for a long time (just twenty minutes, really, but twenty minutes too long). So he could understand why she was impatient. That didn’t mean he didn’t have to not find it funny. “Sorry,” he said, once he realized he was laughing more than kissing her.
“It’s not funny. I’ve been going crazy all evening. At least you got to get off before we went,” Quinn said, pouting heavily at him. “And then your dad kept talking about ‘finishing it off’ and all I wanted you to do was finish me off and then I realized just how inappropriate it was to be thinking about that while we were with your parents and...” She let out a frustrated groan, and fell silent for a while trying to get control of herself. “Will you please just kiss me?” She finally asked, though she sounded a lot more pathetic than she meant to.
Artie knew that he was failing miserably at not smirking at her all throughout that small ramble, but oh well. “Yeah, of course,” he said, still smirking, and moved one of his hands up into her hair as he kissed her, doing his best to not start laughing again.
Quinn had been a little over eager once Artie’s parents finally left so she had attacked him while he was still in his chair. After kissing him a few more moments she pulled back and bit her lip. “Bed now?”
“Can you wait that long?” Artie asked, probably with more amusement than was necessary. Just to be annoying, he placed his other hand on the crotch of her jeans and pressed up.
“I really don’t like you sometimes,” Quinn said as she ground down into his hand. It was hard to pull away from him when he was doing that because it felt so good, but she knew it would be better when they were both on the bed so she reluctantly got off his lap. “Should I strip now or do you want to do it?” She wasn’t eager at all... nope...
“I’ll do it,” Artie said, then lifted himself out of his chair and onto his bed. “Really slowly. Painfully slow, actually.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” Quinn whined, though stood in front of him, waiting anxiously for him to start taking her clothes off.
“Because you’re really cute when you’re impatient,” Artie said, reaching out to undo the button and zip on her jeans before taking her shirt off instead.
Quinn took another step closer to the bed and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up since they no longer had to look presentable for adults. “You know I am so going to get you back for this.”
“I’ll probably deserve it,” Artie acknowledged, hooking his fingers in the belt loops of her jeans and pulling her closer. “But that doesn’t mean that I won’t enjoy myself right now.”
“Will you please just touch me somewhere?” Quinn asked impatiently as she looked at him. Knowing that he would eventually take his glasses off for this, she decided to speed up the process and gently slid them off his face. She considered a few moments before putting them on, biting her lip. “Your eyes aren’t too bad,” she commented lightly.
Artie ignored her first question. “Yeah, they really aren’t,” he said, though he was still blinking a little to adjust to the change in vision. He smirked then and tugged her jeans down. “You look really good in those. By the way.”
“Like in a sexy secretary kind of way or in the endearingly nerdy kind of way?” Quinn asked, adjusting the glasses on her nose. Once they were settled in place she stepped the rest of the way out of her jeans then leaned against the bed. “So now what?”
“I think my glasses are more the nerdy kind and not the sexy kind,” Artie said, reaching out so he could run his hands slowly up and down the back of her thighs. “But you’re definitely the sexy kind. So I’m a little torn. I might need you to keep them on for a little longer.”
“Well I always think you’re sexy, so I think your glasses are just fine,” Quinn said, giggling slightly then moved onto the bed. “Okay, I’ll keep them on, but what are you going to do for me?” She asked, starting to get anxious again.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Artie said, leaning in and bending down a little to kiss the skin right above her underwear. “It’ll be fun, though.”
“Are you trying to kill me?” Quinn whined as she moved her hips up slightly, hoping to get more of anything at this point.
“Yeah,” he said, smirking again. “But in the good way. The one that doesn’t actually involve death.” He pulled back then and brought one of his hands up and around so he could get it between her legs, still smirking.
“Well I literally might die if you don’t do something soon,” Quinn said. “So stop looking at me like that and just do it,” she whined.
“You’re not going to literally die,” Artie said dismissively, adjusting his hand a little before pressing up with his fingers. “Don’t worry.”
“You’re not the one being tortured like this,” Quinn said as she reached down to put her hand over Artie’s and force him to press up more.
“You do this to me all the time,” Artie said as he let her move his hand. “I’m pretty sure you’re kind of a tease.” He got an idea then and stopped actively moving his hand while hers was still on his.
Quinn continued moving her hand for a few moments before realizing that Artie’s hand wasn’t even there anymore. She stopped her movement though didn’t move her hand completely away as she looked at Artie. “Why did you do that?”
“To see what you’d do,” Artie said, pulling her onto his lap finally. “Are you going to be really mad at me if I keep doing this?”
“Well the more you tease me the more I am going to expect out of this. So it just depends if you’re ready to give out multiple orgasms,” she said, slightly smirking now.
“Yeah, I think so,” Artie said, finally moving his hand into her underwear. “Wow. You really have been ridiculously turned on for the last, I don’t know, three hours, right?”
Quinn nodded pathetically and moved her hips up into his hand. “I think I deserve some relief,” she pouted.
Artie shifted his hand a little, trying to get his bearings, then found her clit with his fingers and started rubbing, slowly. "Is this a good start?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse now.
Quinn let out a sigh of relief, though it sort of sounded like she had simultaneously said “finally” on her exhale. Instead of consciously saying that though, she nodded. “Underwear off?”
"Yeah, I guess," Artie said, pushing it down with his free hand as much as he could with her still on his lap. "You don't need to get up. I just needed it out of the way." He leaned in then and slowly started kissing his way up her stomach to her breasts.
“Have I told you that I love you?” Quinn asked, gasping out slightly as she wound her hand through his hair again. “Because I do. A lot,” she added, starting to feel breathless already.
"You can tell me again," Artie said against her skin, still moving his hand slowly. He kind of wanted to see if he could get her close just by doing this, so he made himself resist taking it to the next level.
“I love you,” she repeated, then let out a slightly frustrated moan. “And I know you’re really on a teasing kick but I would really appreciate it if you would go a little faster.”
"I can do that," Artie replied, immediately obliging her. Right now he was just holding off from actually getting his fingers inside her, so her request was pretty doable. Speaking of doable, he was starting to feel like he'd be up for a second round, but they hadn't ever done that before so he wasn't sure if it would be successful. And what if it wasn't? Then he'd just be embarrassed. So he didn't mention it but he knew she could probably tell, anyway.
Quinn let out another moan, though it was an appreciative moan now. It was a lot easier than talking, though she figured she had to do that too because she could tell he was getting hard again and she had some ground rules to lay down. But for now she just let him focus on her because it felt pretty damn good. “You’re really good at this.”
"Well, I had a pretty good teacher and definitely some incentives to learn how to do this, like getting to hear you make those noises," Artie said, his head and mouth up at her breasts now. He got rid of her bra with his free hand then and pulled away to make eye contact. "I kind of want to. Be a little rough. Is that okay?"
"That's unfair," Quinn pouted, "that you make me make noises when I am supposed to be quiet." She wound her hands through his hair encouragingly though. "But do it. You can be rough. Thanks for the warning," she continued, smirking slightly then arched her back to push her chest closer to Artie.
"Okay," Artie said, probably too immediately and eagerly, leaning in and moving his mouth around one of her nipples. He waited for a moment to give her a bit to get used to it before experimentally (and lightly) scraping his teeth against her skin, moving two of his fingers inside her afterwards.
"Oh God," Quinn moaned out almost immediately. She had been waiting for hours and now it was finally happening and it was amazing. And she wasn't sure which one she wanted more at the moment. His fingers felt amazing but this new thing he was doing with his teeth on her nipples was surprisingly awesome and she sort of just wanted more of that. With that in mind she tightened her grip in his hair, going between grabbing and massaging lightly.
Usually, Artie would have told Quinn to be quiet but he figured the guys in his hall were out partying or something by this point and, besides, her noises were really hot, so he let it happen this time. He settled his free hand onto her hip, holding on a little tightly, and started to slowly pick up a faster rhythm.
Quinn bit her lip and rocked her hips up gently, seeking more. "Do you want to have sex again? Because you have to get me off first if you do. So that we're even," she moaned.
"And... you can be rougher if you want," she added, her voice soft and shy now.
"I don't think I can come again if we have sex," he said, doubtfully, "But I'm up for having it. And, okay, um, I don't want to hurt you or anything, but if you have anything in mind specifically I'll do it..."
"We won't know unless we try. I mean I can feel you..." Quinn said, grinding down on him to prove her point. She momentarily got distracted with that, tilting his face up to meet hers in a kiss. Eventually though she pulled back and looked at him.
"You don't have to be afraid of that. I know you won't hurt me. I, um, liked what you were doing before though. To my... nipples," she said, feeling shy again.
Artie groaned as Quinn moved down onto him, then nodded a little. "Yeah, let's re-do it," he said, after she'd pulled away from kissing him. "What if I do accidentally hurt you?" Artie was legitimately concerned but if he was being entirely honest he'd definitely had some fantasies about this.
"You won't," Quinn said, "I trust you, and you know I'll tell you if you are... So, just do it. I know you want to," she said before lightly grinding down on him again.
Artie moved his hand away so she could better move on him, his eyes closing. “Okay,” he said, before moving both of his hands onto her ass, squeezing one and experimentally giving her a tap with the other.
Quinn had definitely wanted to try this and kissed up along his neck until she reached below his ear. “You call that a spank?” She asked, challengingly.
"I'm starting off easy, okay?" he said, before hitting harder. He was definitely getting into this. "God, Quinn, maybe we will need to have sex again..."
“Remember what I said though, you have to get me off first if you want to have sex again,” Quinn said after biting back a moan. “Why haven’t we done this before? This is really... hot.”
"Stop moving so much so I can do it," he said.
Quinn couldn’t help but giggle slightly. “Are you going to punish me for being so wiggly?” She asked, moving purposefully this time just to be obnoxious, but also out of curiosity of what he would do.
"You're kind of asking for it," he said, hitting a little harder and simultaneously getting his hand between them and finding her clit again. "Plus you're kind of soaking my jeans..."
“Then you should take them off,” Quinn moaned out as she ground into Artie’s finger. “And maybe I want to ask for it,” she said, dropping her head to his shoulder.
"Then you should come so we can do this," he said, pausing to undo his jeans before moving three fingers back inside her and digging his other hand into her hip. "You really want this, don't you? I can feel it. What ever happened to my ex celibacy president girlfriend?"
Quinn gasped out suddenly when Artie’s fingers entered her then bit down on his shoulder. Once she was sure she wasn’t going to yell anything she pulled back to look Artie in the eyes and nod. “I do want this. Make me come. Please,” she whined.
“And that girlfriend left when she realized how amazing sex with her boyfriend is... I don’t really want her to come back, do you?” She asked as she went back to kissing along his neck.
"I want to," he said, moving his hand a little bit more roughly and giving her ass another smack. "I love doing this. I feel like it's the only time I'm actually getting you off. Usually it's like you getting yourself off on me. But I love making you feel good."
“That’s not true,” Quinn said immediately, pulling back once again to look at him. Even though all she wanted to do right now was let Artie get her off, she couldn’t let him think it wasn’t become of him that sex was so amazing.
“I know we don’t, um, talk about it,” she started. It was pretty hard to concentrate with him three fingers deep but this was important. “But when I had sex with Puck, he didn’t make me come. It sucked. And he’s supposed to be a stud or whatever. But you can make me and it’s not just because I do the moving work. I love you and you don’t have to be able to do that to turn me on. You’re just that good,” she finished with a small smirk.
"Okay," Artie said, feeling a little more reassured now and also kind of proud of himself. "That's, uh, good to know. I'm clearly just more of a stud," he added, moving his fingers a little more roughly and bringing his other hand around to get his thumb on her clit. "I love you too, so much."
“I really shouldn’t have fueled your ego like that,” Quinn said as she let out a shaky laugh though that was interrupted with an involuntary moan. After hours of being on edge and all that teasing she could tell she was almost about to come. “Baby... I’m close.”
He shot her a smirk. "You better be. What if I do this again?" he asked then, leaning in and lightly dragging his teeth down from her collarbone down onto one of her breasts and leaving his mouth there as he kept moving his hands.
“Just. Oh God... A little more...” Quinn moaned and dug her nails into his shoulder. She was teetering on the edge and just needed that little push...
Artie experimentally shifted his hand under her and changed the angle, trying to replicate the one Quinn usually settled into while they were having sex. He pulled away then and made eye contact with her, trying to make sure that he'd just made the right choice in changing what he was doing right before her orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck,” Quinn started saying, as if she had no verbal control anymore right before she tensed around Artie’s fingers and came hard. She jerked her hips on his fingers as she rode on her orgasm. After hours of torture this felt like such relief and when it was finally done she settled her head in the crook of his neck, panting.
Artie kept his hands moving on her slowly, wanting to make sure she was still up for more. "I'm sorry, it sounded like you wanted to fuck, just now," he said, grinning a little as he waited for her to calm down.
As her breathing slowed down, Quinn began nipping at Artie’s neck, but not enough to leave a mark, until she was face to face with him. “I love you. And maybe I do want to fuck. What are you going to do about it?”
"Get one of these," Artie said, leaning sideways and reaching with his now-free to (kind of precariously) retrieve a condom from his desk. "And maybe keep my clothes on because I like it when you're just naked on top of me." He kept his other hand moving a little faster now, his
fingers still inside of her, trying to see if he could get her to be just as turned on as she had been a few minutes ago. He was feeling pretty skeptical still about having sex again but he figured it'd be fun, if not necessarily successful on his end.
"I thought I was soaking your jeans though... and what are you doing? Trying to make me come again? Because I think you're succeeding," Quinn half-moaned as she involuntarily moved down against his hand.
When Quinn did that it just put more weight on his hand over his lap so now she was kind of inadvertently getting him off too, every time the back of his hand rubbed against his jeans. “I’m just warming you up,” he said, with some difficulty. “And you are. But it’s hot. You’re so hot. Can we just do this now? I don’t have to take them off all the way.”
“I’m definitely warmed up,” Quinn said, also finding it difficult to speak. “Pull your jeans down... please.”
“Get up, then,” he half-said, half-ordered, moving his hand out of the way and planting it behind him, leaning back so he could get his jeans and boxers down. “Are you going to keep my glasses on?” he said then, getting the condom out and putting it on.
Quinn bit back her groan of disappointment when Artie moved his hand away because she knew better things were in the near future. Having almost forgotten about the glasses, she reached up to touch them, as if to check they were real. “Um, I’ll take them off. Unless you want me to leave them on?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.
“Leave them on if you want to,” he said, trying not to seem too eager about that. He checked himself out then momentarily just to make sure that he wasn’t about to lose his erection, though he was kind of concerned that it was going to remember that he’d already had sex today and deflate or something. Oh god. Not deflate. Oh god.
“Can we do this?” he said, accidentally a little too impatiently. He was just worried, though. He figured that was a good enough excuse.
Artie seemed into the idea of her leaving on the glasses, even if he was pretending otherwise (and Quinn could totally tell he was) so she left them in place as she moved to straddle him again. She had noticed him... well, checking himself out so she looked between them as well. Everything seemed normal... better than normal.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” Quinn whispered teasingly as she aligned him at her entrance and began moving down slowly.
Even though Artie had said that he was basically too impatient to take his clothes off, he was beginning to overheat so he got back out of his button-down and threw it off of the bed before Quinn moved onto him. “Maybe I don’t ever need to actually study for exams,” he said, eyes closing immediately. “This is so much better. We should just never leave my bed.”
As Quinn moved further down on Artie, her eyes began to close as well. “Maybe only to get food...” she said, though she didn’t really know what she was saying. “We need energy... or something, oh God...”
“Yeah, sounds good,” Artie said, his eyes opening again after a moment (it took a lot of effort) so he could watch her moving on him. “Still want me to do this?” he added, holding onto her thighs harder than was really necessary.
Quinn just nodded, not exactly trusting herself to say anything coherent to Artie right now, before she bent down to give him a rough kiss. It just really seemed to fit the mood and it was just hot in general.
Artie kissed her eagerly, slowly dragging his hands up to her ass, and let his eyes close again. He still wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to come but this still felt awesome and he wasn’t sure now if he would ever be able to study with Quinn again, knowing that they could just be doing this instead.
Quinn moaned into Artie’s mouth and moved one of her hands on top of his, encouraging him to grab more or maybe even spank her again. That had surprisingly been a big turn on.
He broke the kiss after a moment and smirked once he realized what she was trying to get him to do. “You really want this, don’t you?” he asked, squeezing more with both hands before moving one off so he could spank her again.
Glad that Artie had taken her more than subtle hint, she moved her hands back up into his hair so she could kiss him again. Once she pulled back, she bit her lip shyly. “Is that okay? That I like this?”
Artie stammered a little, suddenly overwhelmed by how hot she looked with her sex hair and his glasses on and her biting her lip like that, then nodded. “It’s really okay,” he said, once he got his voice working again.
“Does it turn you on too?” Quinn asked, grinding down on him lightly.
“So much,” he said immediately, his breath catching in his throat.
“Do you like spanking me?” Quinn asked, placing one of her hands over his again. “Or do you like biting better?” She asked, as she gently started nipping at the crook of his neck.
“That’s good too,” he said, tilting his head back a little. “But I’ve been kind of wanting to do this for a while.” He brought one of his hands back up to her breasts and moved his thumb over one of her nipples before pinching a little. “Tell me if it feels good.”
“How long have you wanted to do this?” Quinn gasped out as she pushed her chest forward into his hand. She had been keeping a pretty slow, steady pace on him but this sudden new feeling caused her to jerk her hips against Artie. “It feels good. By the way. In case you couldn’t tell.”
"I had this crazy dream a month ago where you couldn't get enough of it," Artie said, once he'd successfully stifled a groan. "So I'm glad you like it. And if. I don't know if I am going to be able to come unless you keep doing that. This isn't just a ploy to get you to do it like that by the way. I promise."
“Was it from the morning after we moved in?” Quinn asked, grinning slightly. It would explain why he woke up so turned on. Either way, that was a good morning. She planned on repeating that movement on him anyway if not only to hear him make that noise again, but was glad to know it felt as good for him as it did for her. “Is that going to make you come?” She asked innocently as she did it again.
"It better," Artie said, kind of desperately. "And no. It wasn't that morning. Or evening. I don't remember when but it was after that." He punctuated his response by adjusting his hand on her breast a bit and pinching again, a little harder. "How hard do you want me to do this?"
Quinn ground down on him, whimpering slightly at that combined with Artie pinching her nipples. “Harder. I want to be able to feel it tomorrow,” she said in what she hoped was a sexy voice before moving against him again.
"Fuck, Quinn, what?" Artie asked, legitimately kind of in shock. He regained his ability to function after a bit and grinned at her, holding out for now. "You need to better make me understand what you want me to do."
“Why do you always make me do this?” Quinn asked pouting. “You know what I want...” she said quietly before kissing him. “Please?”
Artie pinched again, harder, then experimentally twisted a little to see what kind of reaction that'd get. "Because it's fun."
“Oh, fuck...” Quinn moaned, grinding down into him again. Usually she was embarrassed to talk dirty when Artie asked her to, but sometimes she liked doing it when he wasn’t expecting it just to shock him. Like now. Leaning in forward, she moved her mouth by his ear as she whispered. “Tomorrow, when I put my bra on and the fabric brushes against my nipples I’m going to be reminded of this.”
Artie blinked a little, his mouth falling open as well, at this. "Is that good?" he couldn't help but ask. "Does that mean you're going to be thinking about this all day? Hopefully in a good way and not like you're pissed at me?"
“I’m asking you to do this. Of course I’m not going to be mad,” Quinn said, half giggling, half moaning. “So it will definitely be the good kind of thinking,” she said, grinding down on him again.
“Good,” Artie said, his eyes fixed on her face as she moved on him. “What else do you want me to do? I want you to come.”
“I think you should spank me more. Maybe so I can feel that tomorrow too,” Quinn said, biting her lip to hold back her eager smile. “How close are you?”
Artie tried to assess this but it was a little difficult to stay focused with Quinn talking like that. “Just don’t worry about it,” he said, kissing down her neck before obliging her, harder than he’d done it before. To stop himself from asking her if it had been too much, he bit her collarbone lightly instead.
Quinn yelped at the audible smack to her ass but just moved down on Artie hard, rocking her hips against him. “I love you,” she said before tangling her hands into his hair so she could pull his face up for a rough kiss.
“I love you too,” Artie said, breathing heavily, once he’d pulled away from the kiss. “So much.” He paused, then said, “I’m going to be thinking about this all day tomorrow too. I don’t know if I’ll be able to actually study ever again because I’ll just be thinking about how hot you look right now and the look on your face whenever I do this--” He hit her ass again, trying to get about the same amount of force as the last time, to illustrate his point.
“You’re studying my anatomy,” Quinn said in a weak attempt to joke before gasping again when he hit her. “Fuck... you feel so good. We should definitely do this again,” she groaned out then began moving on him faster.
“Okay,” Artie agreed immediately, running his fingertips along her skin and wondering if she really was going to be sore tomorrow. After a moment of trying to catch his breath again he decided to stop pseudo-abusing his girlfriend in favor of getting his thumb back against her clit and trying to help her get off.
“I told you you wouldn’t hurt me,” Quinn said, moaning again now that his thumb was on her clit. “You feel so, so, so good. Fuck... baby...” Her words were coming out pretty breathlessly now as she continued moving on him fast, getting closer to coming.
Artie was pretty sure that he wasn’t going to be able to come but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do everything he could to make Quinn feel good. He pressed his thumb a little harder and moved his other hand onto her hip, trying to help her move on him, then leaned in for another kiss.
Quinn’s movements were beginning to become sporadic as she got closer and when Artie hit her clit just right she tightened around him, letting out a low moan into their kiss. She rocked her hips against him until she was done coming then looked at him, still moving her hips slowly. “Are you close?”
Artie didn’t know how to answer this in a way that wouldn’t be awkward or possibly accidentally offensive, so he just settled for shaking his head a little. “I don’t think I can do it again,” he said, biting his lip a little. “But it still feels really good.”
Quinn bit her lip, not really sure what to do in this situation. “Are you sure? I can keep going or like, give you a hand job or something just to be sure.” She felt kind of bad that she had just gotten off twice and he wasn’t even going to come once. Well, he had earlier... but that wasn’t really the point right now.
“No, it’s okay,” he said, kind of quickly. “I mean, I already did. And I think usually I can just do it the one time... So as long as you had a good time then so did I.”
Quinn stopped moving at that though didn’t get off of him just yet. “Are you sure? You know I don’t mind...”
“It’s okay,” Artie repeated, still worried that he was going to accidentally offend her. “Do, uh. Do you mind that I, uh, can’t?”
“No. I just want to make sure you’re not just saying this because it might take a little while and you don’t want to like, put me out or anything. But if it felt good for you even though you couldn’t... again, then that’s okay with me.” She put her arms around him in a sort of hug and gave him a slow kiss that was hopefully reassuring.
She suddenly pulled back through, frowning. “It wasn’t because I wasn’t... um, good, was it?”
Artie had just been settling into kissing her when Quinn pulled away. “No, you were fine,” he said, too surprised to phrase that in a way that was at all flattering. He was kind of confused about how she could have been anything but good. It wasn’t like she’d knee’d him in the crotch or anything.
His phrasing wasn’t making her feel any more reassured. “Okay...” she said slowly, before biting her lip. “I guess I’ll, um, get off you now then...”
“Hey,” he said, before she’d moved off of his lap, wanting to reassure her. “You were better than good. It might actually be good that I couldn’t because I probably would have come about two minutes into that.”
“But I made you do all that stuff to me and I hardly focused on you...” Quinn said, biting her lip again.
“I wouldn’t have if I didn’t want to,” he said, slowly and patiently, and hoped that that was that. Now that she’d stopped moving on him his breathing had settled down a lot so it was much easier to think and stay rational.
Quinn moved closer to hug him again, burying her face in the crook of his neck. “Okay,” she said, though it was muffled into his skin. “Love you.”
“I love you too,” he said, moving his arms around her waist and leaning his head against hers. “Are you okay?”
Quinn nodded against his shoulder before pulling back. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just, I don’t know. I was worried... but. Just forget about it.”
“Okay,” Artie said skeptically, but he said nothing else after that. He kind of figured he’d just wait and see if Quinn wanted to talk about it more later that evening instead of him pushing the subject. “Well... you’re staying here, right?”
“If you want me to. I’m going to go take a shower either way... unless you want to come with me and continue this discussion,” Quinn said, her eyebrow raised slightly.
Artie was beginning to be pretty worried now. “I think I’m okay,” he said, waiting for her to get off of him. “Um, see you afterwards, then.”
Quinn nodded and gave him a quick kiss before easing herself off of him. “Are you sure about the shower? I got you kind of dirty,” she said with a slightly embarrassed look on her face as she checked out his clothes.
“Yeah, it’s okay,” he said, taking the condom off and throwing it away before tucking himself back into his boxers. He got himself out of his jeans then and rolled them up into a ball before aiming them at his hamper. “Um, I’m going to try and study while you’re doing that,” he said then, kind of awkwardly.
Nodding again, Quinn moved over to get pajamas (from the draw Artie had cleared out for her, though he may have rolled his eyes while he did it) then started padding her way to the bathroom. Before she closed the door, she popped her head out. “Sorry. That I made like all of today about sex. We’ll hit the books hard tomorrow, okay? See you in a little bit...”
“Okay,” Artie said, watching her leave and then pause in the doorway. “It’s fine.” It actually kind of wasn’t, now that he was thinking about it, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t had fun. He retrieved his book then and tried to focus while he waited for Quinn to get back.
Quinn took a little longer than normal in the shower, slightly (and oddly) pleased to notice that her nipples were probably going to be sore the next day, before getting out and drying off. Once dressed again in underwear and one of Artie’s t-shirts, she finished brushing her hair and returned to the room, walking over to perch herself on the side of the bed. “How is the studying?”
Artie shrugged slightly, still kind of skeptical that Quinn was upset or mad or confused or some other type of potentially negative emotion. “It’s all right. I think I’m going to stay up and try to keep working on it for a little longer if that’s okay with you.”
“Are you sure you don’t just want me to go to my room?” Quinn asked, tugging at the bottom of her (well Artie’s) shirt lightly. “I don’t want to distract you anymore today...”
“I want you to stay,” he said, mostly because he really did want her to stay but also partially because he was worried that if he said otherwise, she’d get mad. “It’s fine. As long as you’re okay with me doing this.”
“Okay then,” Quinn said before crawling over Artie to her side of the bed. “Well I guess I’m going to sleep so I won’t bother you,” she said as she pulled the covers down.
Artie watched her, a concerned look on his face, before shrugging a little and looking back at his book. He still figured that if she wanted to talk about it then she would, so it was pointless to try and get her to do so before she wanted to. “Okay. Um, good night. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Quinn said, twisting so she could reach to give him a quick kiss. “Uh, good luck studying.” She turned to her side, her back to Artie, and tried to get comfortable enough to sleep.