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.
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.”
QUINN:
Being intimate with Artie was something Quinn had been eager for, if not just as nervous. Her experience with this kind of thing was limited, and though she believed Artie wasn’t necessarily an expert either, he had dated Brittany... the only girl in school besides Santana who possibly knew it all when it came to sex. Their slow kisses transpired to more heated, hungry ones, and it wasn’t too long before Quinn started shedding her own clothes and helping Artie to do so as well, promising that she was ready for the next level. She knew he was probably just waiting for her to stop before they got too far, like she always did, but perhaps that might make it all the more worthwhile for him when she didn’t. Donning only a sundress once her panties were lowered and dangling from one limb lazily now, Artie toyed and teased her entrance with his finger, and once he finally gave in and pushed inside of her the noise the blonde cried quietly could have woken the rest of the campers if she weren’t too careful. Shuddering around his digit, she too decided to work him up; having unfastened her boyfriend’s pants and lowered them enough so that they could wholly explore each other, Quinn took his cock into her hand and began stroking in tandem of his own thrusts. Languid pumping of both their hands soon sped and strengthened, making Quinn's head spin as she desperately plead for more-- to have him completely. She wasn’t sure what all Artie could feel, but wanted to do her best to ensure he enjoyed this just as much, so she never lessened her work, and was sure to show him doubly just what he was doing to her. He could definitely feel it though as her tightness clenched around his talented fingers, and after enough compliments and begging, Quinn couldn’t take it any longer without having him inside of her. Her past experience (literally, a singular experience) was different; back then she didn’t know what she wanted, but now she knew for certain that she wanted Artie - every single part of him.
As his fingers withdrew from her heat with a small pop, Quinn whimpered at the loss, her hips lifting to align with his rock hard cock, and after reassuring Artie once again that she wanted this, Quinn sunk onto him without falter. She appreciated how concerned he was with her comfort, and slowly she eased along his thick manhood, gasping as she took him inch by inch, every one stretching her just a little more. Quinn’s nails curled into Artie’s shoulders as she sought some leverage, his hands wandering her hips and sides making her relax a little as she took the rest of his girth in. She was cursing and praising religiously all the same at the connection, and once adjusted to his size began riding him with more purpose. Quinn could barely go a second without expelling a whimper or moan of sorts, and the way Artie complimented her hotness and reciprocated how amazing she felt only encouraged her more. The ache between her thighs more than quelled by her steady strides along his length, Quinn sped up a little more, moving a bit more sloppily as she fought to unzip her dress. The top half fell to expose her chest, bra-less beneath, allowing access for touching. She held no restraint in letting Artie know he could feel any part of her, the express practically a beg for him to provide her upper body with just as much pleasure as the lower was receiving. The only part of her covered now was her abdomen, but Artie had already seen that much of her, so it added an heir of mystery as he was able to enjoy new curves and areas of her form. Sheathed inside her deeply now as Quinn had yet to slow or halt her hips even when fussing with her dress, she groaned as Artie drew her in for a fiery kiss, the angle at which he did so making him bottom out in her completely now. “Oh my god... oh fuckkk,” she shamelessly whimpered between the urgent, rough gliding of their tongues along each other, her riding expedited again. Goosebumps a second time littered her skin as Artie’s fingers danced along the back of her neck and then swept through golden locks, leaving her shivering and breathless.
In need of air their gazes locked again, Artie’s smile earned a matching one from Quinn as she began bouncing on his cock more ardently. “You make me feel so good too, Artie,” she whispered in shallow breath, his nip of her lip drawing a throaty little growl from the girl. She could feel his hands on her thigh and backside, and when they move upward toward her breasts, she hummed in approval, arching her chest just so. One of Quinn’s hands came back to cradle Artie’s head as he rained flicks of tongue and swipes of rough fingertips over her sensitive, pert nipples, the combination of stimulation there and between her thighs making the blonde’s muscles clench tightly about his shaft. Tightly, Q’s digits gripped at Artie’s hair, toying with it between firm tugs. The heat was rising in their tent, and it wasn’t just the dewy air of the campgrounds that were the cause. Their bodies glistened with sweat and pure arousal, but it was Artie’s dirty plea that she not stop fucking him that left the blonde reeling, her walls again clamping down around him as she nodded in agreement through a deep moan. “Oh my god, just when I didn’t think you could get any hotter,” she huffed, curling her fingers into his skin as she rose and then fell with more force, slamming herself down onto his cock now with dire need. “I love you being inside me... I’ll hold on as long as I can baby,” she promised, but already Quinn’s walls fluttered wildly, deceiving her. “But you just...” she spoke in measured rasps between more quick bursts of riding him now. “Feel so damn good... I don’t know... I don’t know how long I can last, baby,” she whined, stomach beginning to knot and the friction growing rapidly now with every hard, deft delve on him. Quinn wasn’t ready for this to end, not by any sorts, but being that this wasn’t something she’d done much of in the past, her tolerance was tumbling. That didn’t mean of course that a second round wasn’t possible. “I’m close, Artieeee,” she whined, taking one of his hands and guiding it to her clit. She could feel the way he was twitching too, hoping that she could put him over the edge the same as he was doing to her.
While it wasn’t wise given her past situation, in the heat of the moment Quinn couldn’t stop the following command as it was uttered from kiss-swollen lips. Even when she thought it through, she wanted nothing more than to feel Artie unleash inside of her. “I-I’m about to come,” she warned, encouraging his fingers to roll over bundle of nerves rapidly, Quinn’s voice huskier and heavier than ever. “Come with me... come inside of me,” she plead desperately as her body began to shake and quake, signalling her impending high. “Artie!” she squeaked pathetically as her hips bounded over and over harshly. Quinn knew she was going to draw the attention of all their fellow campers if she didn’t watch it-- she’d been loud enough and hadn’t even come undone yet. As she felt the pressure growing immensely, the blonde covered her mouth, muffling the groans and moans that spilled forth. As she finally unraveled hard, hips thrashing and her muscles sealing around Artie's cock and dousing him with her essence, Quinn’s eyes squeezed shut and she bit down on the side of her hand roughly in attempt to hush the cry of his name,. Even so, it still pitched enough that he could hear. Chasing her high with sloppier, slapping strides, hazel eyes focused on his blue as she huffed a whiny, wanton demand: “Come for me, Artie.”
