vsmodel!quen femme!reader
⤷ summary : she won’t let you stay in
a/n want to write more for her so this is just an intro. very shitty I know but I’m just tryna write more.
You’re already half asleep when she starts.
You didn’t even mean to knock out, you were just laying on the huge hotel bed for a second, eyes closed, waiting for her to finish her makeup. But the second your body hit the pillows, that warm heaviness sank over you, dragging you straight down into that foggy place where everything feels distant and soft.
You don’t know how long you were out before you feel her.
Quen slips onto the bed like she’s trying not to wake you… but she absolutely is.
Her perfume hits first, then the brush of her knee sliding between your legs, then the lightest kiss on your cheek.
“Baby…” she whispers, her voice all sweet and warm like honey melting. “Wake up.”
You groan, barely lifting your head. “Quen… five minutes.”
“I already gave you twenty,” she says, kissing the corner of your mouth this time. Her lips are soft, slow, almost apologetic. “C’mon, I wanna go out.”
Your eyelids feel like they weigh a hundred pounds. “I’m tired.”
“I know,” she murmurs, running her thumb across your cheek in long, gentle strokes. That always gets you. She knows it. “But I really wanna go. Just for a little.”
You don’t respond. You tilt your head into the pillow like it’s gravity pulling you down. She sighs, soft, dramatic, loving.
Then she climbs further onto you, one leg over your waist, lying chest to chest with you like she’s trying to physically drag you back into consciousness.
Every kiss slower, sweeter, closer to begging.
“Baby, please,” she whispers into your skin. “I got all dressed. I look so good. For you.”
You hum, barely awake. “You always look good.”
“I know that,” she says with a tiny laugh, nudging your nose with hers, “but I’m trying to guilt-trip you back to life.”
You open your eyes halfway. She’s hovering above you, big brown eyes soft, lip gloss shining faintly, the faintest pout on her mouth.
She presses her forehead to yours, fingers slipping into your hair, nails lightly scratching your scalp.
“I wanna go out with you,” she murmurs, voice dipping into something quiet and real. “Just a little. Just us. Please, baby?”
You breathe out, slow and defeated. “You’re mean.”
“No,” she whispers, kissing the tip of your nose. “I’m in love with you. There’s a difference.”
Her lips brush your neck, her whispers melting right into your tired skin.
“Please come with me… I don’t wanna go without you.”
The line she knows you can’t resist.
You sigh into her shoulder, hands coming up to hold her waist.
“I’m getting up,” you mumble.
She smiles against your cheek, big, triumphant, soft, and kisses you again, lingering.
“Thank you, my sleepy baby,” she whispers. “I’ll carry you down the elevator if I have to.”
“You can’t even carry me.”
She laughs, kissing you once more. “Watch me.”
And even half-asleep, you feel your chest warm.
And somehow the softest thing in your whole world.
“Take ten. I’ll warm the car.”
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