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[Glee] I'm not cheap, but I am on special (Sam/Quinn)
Title: I'm not cheap, but I am on special
Fandom: Glee
Length: 477 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
glee_anon: Sam performs cunnilingus on Quinn through her panties.
Pairing: Sam/Quinn
Other: R for sex.
Summary: Sam goes down on Quinn. She didn't know it could be like this.
It tastes like cotton. Which makes sense, since he hasn't even gotten her underwear off. But she's still - she's wild in the sack, that's something that neither Finn or Puck told him; he wonders if they ever knew, if they ever tried to do something like this for her.
Quinn is gasping and flailing around for something to grab and finally her hands settle on his head. She scratches him with her nails and he makes an appreciative sound under his breath and just keeps licking. There isn't much cotton taste now; it's Quinn underneath, and she's cursing, perfect little Quinn Fabray, and he's causing that. It's pretty awesome.
He lets his fingers slink around the edge of her underwear. She's carefully groomed -- not totally shaven, and that's okay, because he doesn't like feeling that he's with some child -- but trimmed, and very wet. He just teases her at first, unsure how far she'll let him get, but when she doesn't protest he allows a finger to slip into her, slowly, and she gives out a half-choked gasp.
"S-sam," she says, and he nuzzles at her clit through her underwear. She throws her head back, which he sees as he lifts his head a little.
"Don't stop," she commands, and he continues to suck at her, more roughly than he would if she wasn't wearing panties, but he's afraid to ask her to take them off. That would involve coordination and thinking, and if she has a moment to think, she might change her mind. He doesn't want to stop. He's so hard from the taste of her and the smell of her and the warmth of her thighs on his shoulders. He knows he'll be getting off to just this memory in the future.
He brushes at her entrance with another finger, clumsily, but she inhales sharply and before he can go any further, she's digging her heels into his shoulder blades, making tiny keening noises and pressing her body up against his face. He has a moment of pure wonder -- so this is what it's like when a woman comes -- and then she slumps a little, letting her hand rest flat on the back of his neck and breathing hard.
"I," she says, her breath warm on his cheek, "I didn't know it could be like that."
He kisses her very lightly on her damp panties, feeling her shiver underneath him anyway. Then he looks up and gives her a crooked smile.
"That's why you needed Sam Evans," he says. She smiles coyly and pushes him a little so he knows to move. When he sits up, wincing a little at the pressure in his jeans, her hand is already sliding down his chest toward his erection.
"I think you're the one who needs me right now," she says, unzipping his jeans, and he's not going to argue that.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 477 words
Prompt:
glee_anon: Sam performs cunnilingus on Quinn through her panties.Pairing: Sam/Quinn
Other: R for sex.
Summary: Sam goes down on Quinn. She didn't know it could be like this.
It tastes like cotton. Which makes sense, since he hasn't even gotten her underwear off. But she's still - she's wild in the sack, that's something that neither Finn or Puck told him; he wonders if they ever knew, if they ever tried to do something like this for her.
Quinn is gasping and flailing around for something to grab and finally her hands settle on his head. She scratches him with her nails and he makes an appreciative sound under his breath and just keeps licking. There isn't much cotton taste now; it's Quinn underneath, and she's cursing, perfect little Quinn Fabray, and he's causing that. It's pretty awesome.
He lets his fingers slink around the edge of her underwear. She's carefully groomed -- not totally shaven, and that's okay, because he doesn't like feeling that he's with some child -- but trimmed, and very wet. He just teases her at first, unsure how far she'll let him get, but when she doesn't protest he allows a finger to slip into her, slowly, and she gives out a half-choked gasp.
"S-sam," she says, and he nuzzles at her clit through her underwear. She throws her head back, which he sees as he lifts his head a little.
"Don't stop," she commands, and he continues to suck at her, more roughly than he would if she wasn't wearing panties, but he's afraid to ask her to take them off. That would involve coordination and thinking, and if she has a moment to think, she might change her mind. He doesn't want to stop. He's so hard from the taste of her and the smell of her and the warmth of her thighs on his shoulders. He knows he'll be getting off to just this memory in the future.
He brushes at her entrance with another finger, clumsily, but she inhales sharply and before he can go any further, she's digging her heels into his shoulder blades, making tiny keening noises and pressing her body up against his face. He has a moment of pure wonder -- so this is what it's like when a woman comes -- and then she slumps a little, letting her hand rest flat on the back of his neck and breathing hard.
"I," she says, her breath warm on his cheek, "I didn't know it could be like that."
He kisses her very lightly on her damp panties, feeling her shiver underneath him anyway. Then he looks up and gives her a crooked smile.
"That's why you needed Sam Evans," he says. She smiles coyly and pushes him a little so he knows to move. When he sits up, wincing a little at the pressure in his jeans, her hand is already sliding down his chest toward his erection.
"I think you're the one who needs me right now," she says, unzipping his jeans, and he's not going to argue that.