Underneath the Stars || Quartie
TAGGING: Artie Abrams and Quinn Fabray.
TIME FRAME: Summer (unsure of exact date)
LOCATION: A tent out in the woods.
GENERAL NOTES: Artie and Quinn share a tent while on the camping trip, and take their relationship to the next level.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Smutty smut.
QUINN:
The heat was rising quickly within their tent as Quinn and Artie finally gave in to their desires, neither one bothering to fight it this time. She knew that he probably expected her to hit the brakes the further things went, but Quinn was happy and cared about Artie so much– she wanted this… she wanted him. The more his hands squeezed her firm backside the more aroused the blonde became; her own nails lightly guided over his toned torso, once she managed to rid him of most of his layers and got a good look for herself. Quinn complimented her boyfriend on the sexiness he exuded, though Artie retorted that she pulled it off better. “Not true. We’re at least equal in that right… and you’re welcome, A, I’m glad you believe me. Thank you too, though I’m hotter than ever right now, all because of you.” A light grinding built things up a little more, but it wasn’t long before Quinn needed more than just friction. Ensuring that Artie was okay to move along, she drew him in for an ardent kiss as fingers began to work at his pants and boxers, the blonde almost desperate to feel the rest of him now. Her hips jutted gently against his hand as it was still rubbing against her wetness within lace panties, mewls leaving the girl with every traipse of his fingertips. The sounds were muffed by the work of their mouths, and with nimble movement Q encouraged Artie’s finger inside of her. The cry that she elicited at the intrusion was a pleasurable one, and Quinn reacted with a bite of his lower lip before she eagerly withdrew his hardening cock from his boxers. She slipped them down low enough to not get in the way of their motions, and as delicate fingers began to languidly glide up and down his length, Artie’s digits followed by pumping in and out of her at similar speed.
Her head thrown back in bliss, Quinn began grinding against firm finger as she increased the pace of her hand, thumb every so often teasing the head of his cock. Her panties inched down her thighs, soon giving Artie a better view of his work, and the wetness pooling there made it much easier for him to thrust in and out of her when she begged for more. Both panted such need and want for the other; Artie’s huffed words between the pumping of her hand and his had her walls clamping around his touch a little, her neck arching as his mouth traveled the expanse of feminine neck. Grasping brunette locks with her free hand, Quinn’s breathing came more unevenly, and a rush of chill swept over her as Artie tugged her panties down to her knees, giving both better access now. Pulling one of her legs through so that the lace lingerie dangled from the other and allowed room for more action, hazel eyes drank in his ocean blue orbs as she watched Artie take hold of himself and tease her entrance. “Oh god, please Artie,” she whimpered pitifully, the cool Quinn Fabray now at his mercy. Again her hips canted, this time against the head of his thick, rock hard erection; all it took though was his spoken desire for her to ride him and make her his that soaked him anew from her heat, and Quinn gave a nod in return, a subtle smirk toying at her lips. “You read my mind, babe.” Gripping the base of his manhood, Quinn slowly lowered herself onto Artie, sinking carefully as she took her time to adjust to him, tight walls clenching and gripping with each inch that filled her up.
“Oh Jesus,” she whined at the sensation of him twitching within her; this was a new experience for her - much different, better, than her first - and she groaned deeply as she finally completely seated herself onto him, muscles still pulsing at the full feel. Tentatively at first, Quinn began swiveling her hips to get used to it all, her eyes never breaking from Artie’s save from the little flutters between movements. “You feel sooo good, Artie,” Quinn murmured, his cock lodged within her now, and as she eased into things, Quinn slightly picked up speed. Slender fingers unzipped the side of her sundress, letting the top half fall down to reveal that she had no bra beneath, even more exposure now igniting a shiver through her svelte frame as air dusted over already perky nipples, aching to be touched. As Quinn’s stride grew more confident she switched things up a little, perching herself with more support on her knees and straddling Artie completely now. Instead of the slow rolls against his body she started lifting her hips steadily, only to let them fall and rise again, his shaft slick with her wetness as she began a gentle ride. “Ugh, you’re amazing. It feels so… incredibleee…” she panted between sliding up and down his length, “to be like this with you. Even better than my fantasies.” Nails lightly curled into Artie’s shoulders for balance, and finding a delectable rhythm, she began bouncing on him a little faster, breasts and hair bouncing with ever earnest motion. “You know I am all yours to touch, baby,” she huffed.
ARTIE:
So much surprise had Artie on the edge tonight, to be joined in his tent by Quinn was one thing but to have her telling him she was ready to take that final step with him was like a dream come true. And even better than he ever could have dreamed, as she crawled into his sleeping bag with him, the feel of her body against his laying on top as things grew heated left him with racing pulse and barely able to to catch his breath. He wanted her, and she wanted him as much. It still mystified him how this could be so, how someone like her could ever want someone like him, yet here they were taking the opportunity of solitude to every advantage. Her weight on top of him, leaning down to kiss him over and over again brought him to arousal, and with her hands unbuttoning his pants and slipping them down soon she was coaxing him to sturdy, hardened attention with delicate hands and deliberate stroking. She was making him feel incredible, and responding by touching her all over, slipping fingers beneath lace panties at first and then slipping her own undergarments down to mid-thigh left her more vulnerable to his fingers exploring her more deeply. “Oh baby, you’re so damn fine,” he whispered as she ground against his fingers, slipping deeper inside of her with short, controlled pumps, and with a slight adjustment pulling one leg out left her panties snagged around just one leg, he had even more room with which to work as eyes glanced downwards, gazing at the beautiful glistening entrance as she mewled over and over. He didn’t know if the others could hear them but he didn’t care much now either. They’d soon be separated when she went to Yale, but before Quinn left they’d have at least this night together with their future before them.
After slowly withdrawing fingers from her, Artie grabbed hold of his own thickness and teased at slippery folds, giving them both little jolts of arousal as he commanded that she ride him now. Still giving her that option to bow out if this had become too much for her, instead Quinn agreed with a sultry look on her face, admitting he’d read her mind and it was what she wanted most. Hips shifted, poised over him and slowly began to lower herself onto his throbbing manhood, the tip entering her first and gradually sinking all the way down his cock as her walls hugged tightly around him. Artie let out a heavy breath as the feeling of being sheathed within her overtook him, as her slightly religious reaction to the feeling of it left him more amped than ever. Her devotion to the church was always admirable, but if she felt this good enough to throw out words such as this, he knew he had to be doing something right. Truth be told he was still a little self conscious, given his physical limitations but it didn’t seem to matter to Quinn at all, staying motionless at first to let herself get used to the feeling, but soon her hips were beginning to move against him, slowly the muscles surrounding him beginning to pulse and contract. “Oh my god,” he whispered as hazel eyes kept in constant lock with his own. Her squeal of how good he felt had Artie nodding like a maniac at first, gasping before finding his own words. “You’re amazing, Q... you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever met!” he panted, and as her movements began to rub against him, her walls fluttering constantly around him only making him throb that much harder as she rolled against him again and again.
Artie watched in further amazement with hands pressed against strong, athletic thighs as she undid the side of her dress and let the top portion fall now, treating Artie to the sight of her bare, naked chest. Her sundress bunching around her torso in the middle, Quinn urging him to touch her wherever he wanted after proclaiming that it felt better than she ever could have imagined. Artie’s confidence soared upon hearing that, she could have had any man she wanted, certainly one with a fully functioning body but here she was with him now, and tugged her down into a searing hot kiss, their tongues rolling against one another roughly with one of his hands now against the base of her neck. Letting fingers strum through golden tresses, Artie smiled as his eyes captured hers again and his other hand moved from her thigh to curvy backside now. With her beginning to move more up and down with a stronger ride of him, he groaned out loud. “Dreams don’t even begin to describe you, baby girl. You’re making me feel so good,” he whispered, teasingly gnawing at her lip in between words. “I wanna touch you everywhere. Every inch of you, make you all mine.” His hands slid up her body again, pressing agains her bare back as Artie guided Quinn forward, letting his tough begin to glide over raised nipples in front of him. She was spectacular in every single way, Quinn’s beauty only enhanced by the least amount of clothing possible, and as she continued to ride him Artie lavished attention upon her breasts, squeezing them with his hands and tenderly circling over each nipple with his tongue over and over again. Looking between them in awe as he watched her taking his entire length again and again, the buildup of sheen on their bodies now just made them slicker and easier to continue the motions.
The build in the pit of his stomach was gradually rising, Artie knew before too long neither one of them would be able to hold out for too much longer but he wanted to prolong it for as long as possible. “Don’t stop fucking me Quinn, please don’t stop. Nothing feels so good like being inside of you.”
