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i’m currently in the process of giving this blog a makeover! so please don’t be confused if i’m changing my pfp and header a bunch of times i’m trying to figure out what looks good. and this post will be replaced with a masterlist in a few days!
i feel like i haven’t posted a fic in years but i promise i’m actually making good progress on the sugar mommy quinn fic right now! i also think i want to make a whole “universe” surrounding this, if that makes any sense. for example, this first fic is all about how reader and quinn’s relationship began, but i’d love to do smaller spin off fics with the same base idea. i just love sugar mommy quinn, it appeals to the broke lesbian in me.
happy pride month to all my queers <3 be yourself forever and don’t let these boring ass straight people dull your shine. never back down from being who you are and keep defending the lgbtqia+ community (especially our trans sisters rn) no matter how much backlash you get from it. in the face of rising conservatism and rigid gender norms and one of the most violently oppressive administration of the 21st century, it is more important than ever for gay people to make one thing very fucking clear: we are here and we are NEVER going away!
fuck trump, fuck republicans, fuck homophobia and transphobia, fuck TERFs hiding behind progressiveness and fuck anybody who ever tries to tear you down for being who you are. you are beautiful, you are loved, you are valued, and you deserve to live a happy, safe, full life no matter your gender identity or sexual orientation.
(and as a side note, i better not see ONE motherfucking post about regina george and fuckin RODRICK from diary of a wimpy kid this month. she is a lesbian yall need to keep her out of your hetslop yall already have plenty of boring straight ships to obsess over!!)
I just spent like an hour writing and none of it fucking saved because of either this god forsaken app or my stupid fucked up internet. I absolutely DESPISE it here someone sedate me.
okay i updated my pfp and header and everything but it might be subject to change because i kind of hate it but for now this is what it is. my days of being 14 on stan twitter and being able to make an account look good are long since over 💔
we don’t talk about s6 bleach blonde quinn enough. like this is responsible wife quinn. 401k quinn. quinn who spends an extra hundred bucks every month at the grocery store buying all organic food. quinn who drives a subaru. quinn who drags you to the farmers market every saturday to buy overpriced homemade jams and cakes bc she has the money. quinn who hires someone to take care of the yard so neither of you have to lift a finger. quinn who lowkey doesn’t want a pet because she doesn’t want animals in the house but if you beg enough she’ll give in and winds up falling in love with the thing. turns into future mom quinn who will drop $1400 on a car seat and stroller without batting an eye. much to think about!
if anybody has any ideas for what career sugar mommy quinn would have then please comment or send them in!! right now i’m torn between her either owning several prestigious law firms or being an incredibly successful broadway director. i think either of those would fit her well lol. i’m open to suggestions if anyone has any better ideas. or if you like one of these, then please let me know!
neither of these will be my next fic, but for the fic i post AFTER that one (probably but i’ll have to check if i was supposed to post another one first) what would you rather see? neither of these were requested but they’ve been bouncing around my head like the fuckin directv logo and i’ve got to get them out of there. either way, both of these will probably be posted eventually.
which one first?
boy mom regina (no smut)
sugar mommy quinn (def smut)
democracy may be disappearing with the US’s catastrophic landslide into fascism but trust and believe it is alive and well here on this blog! sugar mommy!quinn coming next 🙏
hiii <3 I simply LOVE your writing and your fanfics!! I wanted to know if you plan on doing a part 2 of Quinn's "bible study" fanfic, it's my favorite 😭 g!p Quinn is my religion 🙏😔 🤰 kissessss
Bible Study (II)
G!P Quinn Fabray x fem!reader
CW: nipple play, loss of virginity, PIV, cowgirl, kind of dom!reader and kind of sub!quinn, condom usage, mentions of sex being painful, premature ejaculation (lol), overstimulation (all consensual ofc), reader pins quinn’s wrists down briefly, annnnnd very brief mention of being worried about the condom breaking
A/N: yaaaaasssss g!p virgin sheltered catholic girl quinn fabray we love to see it!! a couple people requested a part two to this fic which you can find on my blog if you haven’t read it and i really wanted to write a second part anyway so i bring you this. is it good? probably at least in some parts so give it a read and see!
Quinn’s heart pounded hard inside her chest as she climbed the few steps up to your front porch before stalling at the door, the brown paper bag in her hands crinkling from how tightly she was gripping it.
It was cold outside – not cold enough to justify wearing a full winter coat, but cold enough that the tips of her fingers were numb and she shivered every time she felt the wind blow through the knit of her cardigan.
And yet, emanating from somewhere deep inside of her, was a heat she couldn’t deny.
It came in waves, washing over her skin and making her sweat before giving way to a burst of butterflies in her chest. It was excitement and nervousness all rolled up in one, something Quinn was used to feeling every time she saw you, only this time it was exacerbated by the knowledge of exactly why she was standing outside your door right now.
Tonight, you’d promised, you were gonna let her fuck you.
The thought alone was enough to get Quinn dizzyingly hard, but as excited (and aroused) as she was, she was also petrified.
You’d been together for a little over four months now, ever since you gave her that handjob at her house while her parents and yours were downstairs, and while you’d (obviously) done your fair share of messing around, you’d never actually had full blown, penetrative sex. But tonight, that was going to change.
Your parents were going out of town for the weekend to help your cousins move, and they, along with her own parents, had given permission for Quinn to stay over and ‘keep you company.’ They probably assumed you two would stay up late watching rom-coms, doing each other’s makeup, and gushing over boys, but what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. And obviously, neither you nor Quinn were planning on telling them that the reason you’d asked if she could stay over wasn’t because you’d be lonely or scared staying by yourself, but because you’d been dreaming of letting her fuck your brains out ever since you first met.
Quinn stood there on your doorstep for a few minutes, just trying to work up the nerve to ring the bell, and hoping she didn’t look like a total weirdo to all your neighbors. But when a particularly harsh wind blew a few seconds later, the chill that ran over her had her ringing the doorbell like she wasn’t so scared (and exited) she could puke.
Almost immediately after hearing the bell ring, you swung the door open to see your girlfriend standing there, looking gorgeous as ever in her pink floral dress and ivory colored cardigan. You smiled softly at the rosy red dusting her cheeks, knowing that it wasn’t the cold making her blush so hard, it was you.
“Hi, baby,” you greeted her softly, reaching out across the threshold to grab her hands. You pulled her closer to you and wrapped your arms around her, your heart warming when hers wrapped around you in return. “I missed you. Did you bring what I asked you to bring?”
Somehow, Quinn blushed even harder at that question. Pulling back from the hug, she held up the brown paper bag shyly. “I-I did…” she confirmed.
You smirked in satisfaction, taking the bag from her hands and opening it up to look inside. Sure enough, you saw exactly what you’d sent her to get – a pack of condoms and a small bottle of lube. “Perfect,” you praised, your smirk only widening as you looked back up at her. Tucking the bag under your arm, you took her hand and pulled her inside before closing and locking the door behind you. “Come inside, baby. It’s way too cold out there. And I’ve got so many different ideas of ways I could warm you up…”
Quinn’s eyes widened and she gulped nervously at your flirtatious comment, but she didn’t protest as you lead her to your bedroom.
Even though she’d been in your room before, she was always amazed just how similar it was to her own. Neat, tidy, sweet, and innocent – it was the perfect embodiment of a good Christian girl, which somehow, your parents still believed you were. There were a few touches of your real personality here and there, though. Posters tacked to the wall of musicians you liked, a TV of your very own with no parental controls, and less crucifixes and framed pictures of Jesus Christ than Quinn was allowed to get away with.
Her observation of your room was interrupted by the sound of you tossing the paper bag onto your bed, and before she even had a chance to react, your arms were looped around her neck. You pressed yourself closer to her, fingers toying with the soft baby hairs at the nape of her neck. You hummed in satisfaction. “I missed you so much,” you whispered softly, even though you’d just seen her at school the day before. “I’ve been dreaming about getting some alone time with you all week long…”
Quinn smiled softly, her face heating up as she instinctively circled her arms around your waist. “I missed you, too. I always miss you when we aren’t together, no matter how long it is.”
Her sweet confession caught you off guard, and you couldn’t resist the urge to finally press your lips to hers.
You sighed contentedly into the kiss, feeling the stress of a long week melt away as her lips moved against yours delicately. They were soft, plump, and warm, and the subtle sweetness of the strawberry chapstick she used set your whole body ablaze.
You pulled back for air once your lungs began to burn, looking up at your girlfriend with a dopey, lovey dovey smile as you both caught your breath. “So… how do you want to do this?” You asked quietly, unsure how to proceed in this scenario. “We could cuddle up and watch a movie, let things happen naturally. Or we could… y’know… start right now.”
Quinn felt a rush of excitement (and nervousness) throughout her body, her usual shy and borderline submissive demeanor giving way to the part of her that just wanted this so badly.
With all the caution and hesitation of a girl with zero experience, her hands slid down to grip your hips, pulling your body directly against hers. “I-I don’t think I can wait any longer,” she confessed in a whisper, her heart hammering inside her chest. “I’ve been thinking about this all week long… ever since you told me your parents would be out of town. I-I want it so bad, Y/N. I want you so bad.”
Your eyes went wide at just how easily Quinn admitted her desires, and you could feel the heavy pull of arousal start to settle between your legs. Attempting to cover up your shock, you forced a smirk (although the red tint to your cheeks definitely gave away how you were really feeling.) “Someone’s eager,” you teased. “I figured you’d be more nervous than this.”
Your girlfriend let out an awkward, breathy chuckle. “Oh, trust me, I’m terrified,” she confided, taking her plump bottom lip in between her pearly white teeth as her eyes roamed your body. “But I’m more terrified of what’ll happen to me if I hold back any longer. I think that I’ll, like, explode or something…”
You threw your head back and laughed at Quinn’s joke, always happy to hear a little bit of humor coming from her. You’d been dating for four months already, but she was still warming up to being in an actual relationship with someone. She wasn’t really used to being herself around other people, so it always warmed your heart whenever she proved that she was getting comfortable around you.
Still chuckling quietly, you looked her in the eye and smirked almost predatorily. Your hands trailed down to cup the sides of her neck. “Oh, you’re gonna explode, alright… I’m gonna blow your fucking mind, baby,” you husked out before kissing her again, harder this time.
Quinn’s breath caught in her throat as your lips moved against hers hungrily, her hands squeezing your hips tighter, as if she were trying to keep herself anchored to the floor. A soft moan escaped her as you ran your warm, wet tongue along her bottom lip, requesting entry that was instantly granted. As your tongue tangled with hers, she found herself getting lightheaded from all the blood rushing to her member, filling it up until the semi hard-on she’d been sporting all day turned into a full on erection that strained almost painfully against her underwear.
When you pulled back for air, your eyes were wild with lust, and you sent Quinn a look that had her feeling weak in the knees. “Excited already, huh?” You murmured, pressing your body against hers so you could feel the rigid line of her boner hidden away beneath her dress. She gasped softly, a needy whine tearing from her throat as her hips gave a lazy, involuntary roll. The sight had your heat pulsing between your thighs. “So hard for me, baby… you do need this, don’t you?”
She nodded fervently, pouting like the needy little thing you’d turned her into. “So bad…” she breathed out, resting her chin on your shoulder and nuzzling her face against your neck. “I need you so bad.” She pressed feather light kisses over your pulse point.
You shuddered with a shaky exhale, letting your eyes flutter shut as your arms moved to wrap around her waist. You basked in the sensation of her lips brushing delicately against your neck for a moment, but when she grew bold and started to nip at your skin softly and leave little love bites, the arousal you felt became too difficult to ignore.
“Okay,” you breathed out, gripping her hips and gently pushing her off of you. She looked at you with a worried frown on her face, scared she’d done something wrong, but that fear quickly disappeared when you grabbed her hand and lead her over to your bed. “Sit down.”
She instantly obeyed, looking up at you with wide eyes as she sat down on the edge of your bed. Before she could ask any questions, you were climbing into her lap, your thighs bracketing her hips as you straddled her. She inhaled sharply, her hands flying to grab your waist instinctively. The wet heat between your legs was pressed against her straining bulge, and even through all the layers of clothing, it was enough to have her seeing stars.
“Babe…” Quinn let out, half whine, half plea. Her hips bucked upwards sloppily, desperate for any friction she could get.
The feeling of her hips jerking up against you made you moan quietly, the feeling of her bulge dragging against your clothed core sending dull sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. “I know, baby,” you sympathized, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you need…”
Your lips trailed from hers to her jaw, peppering soft kisses against the muscle that was tense from how hard she was clenching it. Her breath hitched as you moved on to her neck. The soft brush of your lips against her sensitive skin had goosebumps appearing all over her body. And when you stuck your tongue out and pressed it against her pulse point, warm and wet, she wondered if she’d even last long enough to be inside of you.
When you sunk your teeth into her flesh, not enough to really hurt, just enough to leave a mark, she let out a soft cry.
“Y/N…” she whimpered, her voice quavering as her hands tightened on your waist. “P-please, babe… don’t tease me. I-I can’t take it.”
Based on the way you could feel her straining cock twitching through her clothes, you figured your girlfriend was telling the truth. And lucky for her, you loved her too much to humiliate her by making her cum in her underwear. (Although the idea certainly did cross her mind)
You pressed one last kiss against the reddening mark you’d left on her neck before pulling back to look at her. “Okay, okay…” you relented, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. “I’ll be nice.”
Quinn breathed out softly in relief, and you just smirked as you pushed her cardigan off her shoulders. “Let’s get these clothes off of you, baby.”
She nodded eagerly, quickly tugging off her cardigan and tossing it on the floor. You could feel her shaking nervously beneath you as your hands moved to her back to unzip her dress. You furrowed your brows as you looked at her, hands stilling on her zipper. “You okay?” You asked softly.
“I’m okay,” she confirmed breathlessly, not wanting you to stop. “I’m just a little nervous. No one’s… no one’s ever seen me naked before.”
Your heart nearly burst at her quiet admission and the way her face turned beet red as she avoided your eyes – almost like she was ashamed.
You cooed softly, cupping your cheek and tilting her gaze up to meet yours. You pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose. “It’s okay to be nervous, baby,” you assured her, your voice barely above a whisper. “But you don’t have to be. You’re beautiful, okay?”
Butterflies swarmed in Quinn’s chest at your words, her face growing redder somehow. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Okay,” she nodded.
You returned her soft smile, but there was an air of victory to yours as you slowly pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress. You kissed her lazily as you helped her shrug the dress off, the two of you maneuvering your bodies so it could fall off completely.
You pulled back to look at her, and the sight of her only wearing her underwear made your breath hitch. You felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over you as you let your eyes take in the sight before you – her small, perky breasts hidden behind a white lacy bra, nipples hard and poking through the fabric. As your eyes wandered down, you could see the muscles in her defined abs flexing with the effort of holding herself back. And even farther down was the most delicious sight you’d ever seen – the hard ridge of her cock straining against the fabric of her short, tight little boxers. There was a small spot where the head of her cock was tucked that had grown damp with pre-cum, the fabric growing sticky and slightly darker.
“Oh my God,” you groaned, eyes raking up and down her body. “You’re so fucking beautiful…”
You leaned in to kiss her again, but before your lips could connect, she grabbed your shoulders to stop you. “Wait,” she breathed out softly, endeared by the way your eyebrows furrowed in concern. You started to ask what was wrong, but she cut you off before you could get a single word out. “Can you take your clothes off, too? I… I wanna see your body…”
Your heart melted at the blush on her cheeks and the way she avoided meeting your eye, and you had to physically fight back the urge to coo at how damn adorable she was. Instead, you just giggled and pressed a kiss to her forehead before smirking down at her. “I thought you’d never ask…”
Quinn’s eyes stayed glued to your form as you slowly pulled your tank top over your head, freeing your tits from the constraints of the fabric. A little gasp fell from her lips at the mouth watering realization that you weren’t wearing a bra, and you could feel her dick pulsing through her underwear as her hips subtly pressed up against you.
“You…” Quinn started, tongue darting out to lick her suddenly dry lips as she stared at your bare chest, completely mesmerized. “You aren’t wearing a bra…”
You snickered as she pointed out the obvious. Gripping her chin between your fingers, you tilted her head up until she met your gaze. “I noticed,” you teased. “But why put something on when you know it’s gonna come right back off, hm?”
She whined out your name, the base of her cock aching at the implication that you’d ditched your bra on purpose. “C-can I touch them? Please?”
“Of course you can. They’re all yours…” you mumbled, grabbing both of her hands and placing them on your chest, literally holding her hand so she could cop her first feel.
“Holy shit…” she swore, (a rarity for her) gently kneading the soft flesh beneath her palms. “They’re so soft.”
You let out a shaky, pleasured sigh, your back arching to chase her touch. The feeling of her hands on you for the very first time only added fuel to the fire burning in your lower belly.
You reached a hand up, cupping the side of her neck before slowly trailing your hand down to the edge of her bra. “Can I touch you too, baby?” You asked, your fingertip running along delicate lace.
Quinn, who’d leaned down to start leaving kisses across your exposed chest, glanced up at you with eager hazel eyes, and nodded her head. With that, you reached around her back and unclipped her bra before eagerly reaching for her tits.
She moaned softly as you toyed with her, and, eager to make you feel good, trailed wet kisses across your breast until she reached the hardened peak of your nipple. She relished in the way you gasped and jerked at the sensation of her tongue rolling over the stiff bud, her head spinning at the knowledge that she was doing something right.
When she finally sucked your nipple into her mouth, you let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. “Ahh, Quinn…” you rolled your hips down against hers, desperate for even the slightest bit of pressure against your swollen clit. “That… that feels so good, baby…”
A satisfied little hum escaped her lips at your praise, and the feeling of the sound waves vibrating against your sensitive flesh had your back arching into her eager mouth. She released your nipple with a soft, wet ‘pop’ a second later and trailed open mouthed kisses across your chest until she reached the other one, giving it the same exact treatment.
“Oh my God…” you whined, tangling your fingers in your girlfriend’s hair and holding her to your chest. You’d never really been one for nipple play before, but for some reason, the slow suction of Quinn’s lips and tongue was really working for you.
When she pulled back again, you immediately pushed her back and pressed her down into your mattress. You kissed her neck sloppily as you hovered over her before whispering weakly in her ear, “Baby, I don’t want to wait anymore…”
Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sudden escalation. Her hands flew to your waist, holding on tight like this was some kind of dream she’d wake up from if she didn’t. Butterflies fluttered in her chest, a mixture of both first time nervousness and an undeniable, all consuming eagerness. She gulped, goosebumps popping up on her skin as you nipped at her jawline. “I don’t want to wait anymore, either,” she agreed in a shaky whisper.
The guttural sigh of relief you let out was reminiscent of that of an addict who’d just secured their next hit, and it made Quinn’s dick jump in excitement. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d ever have a girl so eager to take her cock, and she was surprised at just how romantic it felt.
You sat up abruptly, scooted down to straddle her thighs instead of her waist, and slowly ran your hands down her body, making sure to take a little extra time to feel her abs. When you reached the waistband of her boxers and your fingertips slipped beneath it, Quinn’s head shot up in surprise.
She could tell you took her reaction the wrong way when your eyes widened and your cheeks reddened in embarrassment, your hands instantly leaving her body. “I-I should’ve asked if that was okay first… I’m sorry,” you apologized, cringing a little at yourself.
Quinn shook her head fiercely as she pushed herself up on her elbows to meet your eye. “No, no, yes, that’s– fuck…” she cut herself off, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “What I mean to say is that I’m perfectly fine with you touching me like that. I was just surprised, that’s all.”
You nodded, but she could tell you still felt a little apprehensive, so she smirked playfully and said, “I mean… it’s not like you haven’t seen it before…”
To her relief, that got a laugh out of you, and she could breathe easier when she saw your shoulders relax. “You make a good point,” you returned her smirk, and your hands returned to her waistband. “You showed it to me on the day we first met, so this should be no big deal.”
Quinn blushed and rolled her eyes playfully. She had shown you her penis literally an hour after you were first introduced to each other. Hell, she even let you play with it until she was near tears and cumming all over herself. (Okay, maybe it was less of her letting you and more of her literally begging for your touch, but still…) While it wasn’t one of her more dignified moments, it was still the start of your relationship, which meant the world to her.
Inspired by a sudden burst of confidence, (and the way her balls ached when she thought back to that handjob you gave her) Quinn grabbed her waistband, her fingers intentionally brushing against yours while she did so, and slowly pulled her boxers down her toned legs.
You could practically feel your mouth start to water as your girlfriend moved that pesky fabric out of the way, allowing her cock to spring free from its confines and stand tall between her legs.
Again, it wasn’t the first time you’d seen it, and you were familiar with the way it looked considering that you two had spent the last four months with your hands all over each other, but it was the first time you were seeing it with the knowledge that, very shortly, it would be nestled snugly inside of you.
“Jesus, baby…” you whispered, licking your lips as your eyes focused on the stiff mast between her thighs. “I always forget how big you are.”
Quinn whined, both in embarrassment and filthy desire as you noted her above average size. With a shaky hand, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around her aching length, giving it a few weak strokes. “D-do you… do you want to touch it, babe?” She asked shyly.
You snickered, lightly smacking her hand away (which earned the cutest little yelp from her) and replacing it with your own. “What kind of question is that?” You teased, stroking her shaft up and down slowly. “Of course I want to touch it.”
Your girlfriend let out a moan that was probably too loud considering you were barely touching her yet, but based on the way you bit your lip, she could tell you loved it. “Y/N, please…” she begged pathetically, and even without words, you could tell what she was trying to say.
As good as it felt, she didn’t want your hand, she wanted your pussy.
“Okay, okay, baby…” you relented, letting go of her cock and letting it twitch desperately in the air as you reached for the paper bag you’d tossed on your bed earlier. You grabbed the small box of condoms from inside and tore it open impatiently, ripping one off from the strip and tossing it on her bare stomach. “Put that on for me, okay? I’m gonna take my shorts off.”
An intoxicating mixture of excitement and desperation flooded Quinn’s veins, and she made quick work of tearing open the little foil packet. Her eyes darted between what she was supposed to be doing and the sight of you pulling your shorts off, a soft whine falling from her lips at the sight of your panties coming off with them.
Quinn took the slippery latex ring and positioned it over the head of her cock, but her hands were trembling so badly that she just kept dropping it.
Once your shorts and panties were off and you were fully bare before her, (which wasn’t helping the way her hands were shaking) you chuckled lovingly at her struggle, grabbing her dick and slowly rolling the condom down her length for her. “There you go, babe,” you smirked. “Not that hard, was it?”
She gulped nervously, her eyes darting between your face and your bare pussy, just a few feet away. The feeling of the thin latex wrapped around her shaft was surreal. She never imagined that she’d end up having sex before her wedding night, but here she was, about to lose her virginity to you, the girl she adored more than anything.
You just giggled, knowing she was much too focused on what was about to happen to answer your question, and leaned down to hover over her again. “So… how do you want to do this?” You asked sultrily, trailing the tip of your finger down her body. “Do you want to be on top? Or do you want me to be?”
She let out a quiet yelp, her face flushing red at your question. She hadn’t really thought about what she’d prefer before, as she’d imagined fucking you in all sorts of positions, and each one was just as appealing as the last. She bit her lip, eyes drifting to the side shyly. “I-I’m not really sure…” she shrugged.
“That’s okay, babe,” you assured her, brushing her hair out of her face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “How about I be on top this time? I think it’ll be easier for both of us if I control the pace.”
Quinn’s eyes widened almost comically, and she swore that, for a second there, she almost came at the mere suggestion of you being on top. “Y-you want to ride me?” She choked out, her voice high pitched and cracking.
You couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction. “Yeah, I do want to ride you. But if you’d rather be on top, then I’m fine with that, too.”
She shook her head so fast that you worried she’d get whiplash. “No! No, you riding me is great. Perfect, even. I-I’d love that.” She cringed as the words left her mouth. God, she sounded desperate.
Luckily for her, you were enamored enough to find it endearing.
With a fond chuckle and a shake of your head, you gave the side of her hip a light, playful smack, and relished in the sound she let out when you did so. “Okay, then. Scoot up towards the pillows.”
You hopped off of her lap to allow her to do just that, and as soon as she did, you were on her again. This time, you had the bottle of lube she’d bought in your hand.
An anticipatory shiver ran down Quinn’s spine as you popped the cap open, and when you squeezed out a few drops of the cold liquid onto her shaft, her whole body shuddered. But the cold discomfort of the lube didn’t last for long, as the second you wrapped your hand around her shaft to spread it around, heat washed over her body once again.
“Mmm, Y/N…” she whimpered, her perfectly plucked eyebrows furrowed at the simple pleasure of you lubing her up.
Despite the wetness coating the insides of your thighs, (and the feral arousal pumping through your veins at the little whines and whimpers she was letting out) you squeezed a drop of lube onto two of your fingers and reached between your thighs to spread it around your already slick heat.
Quinn’s hips jerked up desperately at both the sight of you touching yourself and the loss of your hand stroking her shaft, and you had to resist the urge to slide your fingers inside yourself as you realized just how badly she wanted this.
“Babe, please…” she begged, and that was enough to break you.
You sucked in a shaky breath and lifted yourself up onto your knees so you that were hovering over Quinn’s straining erection, the hand that was between your legs moving to grip her shaft and the other moving up to grab onto her shoulder. You ran the tip of her cock through your folds, paying extra attention to your clit, before pressing it right at your entrance.
You looked down at your girlfriend, all the teasing smirks and flirtatious comments from earlier replaced with hooded eyes, blown out pupils, and a primal sense of lust that left no room for joking around. Quietly, you breathed out, “You ready?”
Quinn nodded fiercely, tears of desperation threatening to spill. Just the sight of you, naked and wanting in her lap, had her head spinning, and she had no idea how she was going to handle actually being inside of you. But for once in her life she was totally okay with flying blind. And so she rested one hand on your waist and the other on your thigh and looked up at you like you were something to worship, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she whispered, “Yes… I’m ready.”
You felt a burst of both excitement and arousal shoot through your system as Quinn gave you her permission, and with an eager nod of your head, you adjusted yourself just slightly and slowly let yourself sink down onto her aching cock.
The first thing you noticed (other than the sharp gasp that tore from Quinn’s throat) was the uncomfortable sting of being stretched open for the very first time. The invasive feeling of her cock forcing your body to accommodate for it was enough to steal all the air from your lungs, and you felt a little stupid for how surprised you were at the difference between this and taking two of her fingers.
Before you met Quinn, you’d only ever messed around with two other girls, and penetration wasn’t a part of either of those experiences. And when you touched yourself, you always just used the cheap vibrator you’d bought. So having something inside of you was a new and unfamiliar experience.
The pain of the first minute or two almost made you want to give up, but it was as if there were a primal voice hidden somewhere deep inside of you that was urging you to just give your body some time to adjust. And as much as you wanted to argue with it, when you looked down at Quinn, you decided it might be worth it to just trust your instincts.
You’d barely sunk down past her tip, and Quinn was already panting and moaning softly, both of her hands squeezing your hips for dear life. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her eyes half lidded, and her lips parted just enough to let out a variety of pleasured noises. You felt a wave of renewed arousal at the sight, and the feeling lessened the sting just enough for you to wait it out.
When she looked up at you and saw the hint of discomfort on your face, her stomach dropped like a stone. She frowned sympathetically, trying not to focus on the dizzying ecstasy of having you wrapped around her cock, and ran her hands up your sides soothingly. “Are you okay?” She asked softly, a strangled moan riding the edge of her voice. “Does it… does it hurt?”
You nodded, letting out a little puff of breath as you tried to relax your muscles and quit struggling around the intrusion. “Kind of…” you mumbled, your thighs burning with the effort of holding yourself up. “You’re just really big.”
She hated herself for it, but hearing you tell her how big she was only fueled her desire. Her cock twitched traitorously inside of you, practically begging to be nestled deeper. Her cheeks heated up in embarrassment, and she looked away sheepishly. “Sorry…” she whispered before looking up at you with a hint of worry (and desperation) in her eyes. “Do you want to stop?”
Despite the pain still radiating in your core, you shook your head instantly at her question. The sting was beginning to fade a little anyway, but even it wasn’t, you wanted this too badly to stop now. “No, I’ll be okay. Just… here,” you reached down and grabbed one of her hands, moving it in between your legs and pressing her fingertips against your sensitive clit. You let out a relieved little moan, the pleasure dulling the stretch of her inside of you. “Just rub my clit. Slow, gentle circles, okay? Nothing too fast or hard…”
Quinn nodded obediently, and she couldn’t help the proud smile tugging at her lips when you moaned quietly as her fingers began to move. “Like that?” She asked.
You nodded frantically, the pain finally settling enough for you to sink further down. “Yeah, baby… just like that.”
“Oh!” Quinn moaned, throwing her head back as your hot, wet cunt slowly accepted more of her. Her hand trembled as she rubbed your clit, the other gripping your hip for dear life, but she didn’t deviate from the task you’d given her. “Y-you’re so tight, baby… it feels so good!”
“I know it does, angel. I know…” you choked out. You took a deep breath in through your nose and let it out through your mouth before slowly sinking the rest of the way down, ignoring the soft barrier inside of you and letting Quinn push past it with a sharp sting and the echoing sensation of a pop.
By the time the backs of your thighs were finally flush with her hips, Quinn was already struggling to hold herself back below you. It seemed like every breath she took was accompanied by a pleasured moan as she squirmed slightly, trying to find a position that didn’t have her so close to cumming already. But of course, there wasn’t one.
When you felt her cock throbbing inside of you and her balls starting to contract, you knew exactly what was about to happen.
Your eyes widened in surprise, your hand flying to run up and down her sternum soothingly. “Hey, hey, baby, calm down…” you coaxed her gently. “Don’t cum yet, okay? Just… take a deep breath.”
Quinn tried to listen to you, she really did. But when you shifted a little in her lap to get more comfortable, providing her even the slightest bit of friction, you both knew it was too late to try and stop it.
She threw her head back and let out the most erotic moan you’d ever heard as her orgasm hit her like a truck, the knot of pressure that had been slowly building at the base of her member finally snapping as torrents of hot cum gushed out of her with every pulse of her cock. Her toes curled, both hands flying to grip your hips tightly enough for her knuckles to turn white as her hips bucked up inside of you desperately. “Fuck! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She chanted like a mantra as she filled the condom to its absolute limit.
Your eyes widened at the feeling of her cock rapidly twitching inside of you, the warmth of her cum practically radiating through the thin latex barrier between you. You were surprised just how much you liked the sensation.
Once her orgasm finally subsided, Quinn slumped against the mattress with a ragged gasp, her chest heaving and her skin glistening with sweat. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears were bright red, both from the massive physical exertion of her orgasm and the humiliation of having cum so quickly.
It took her a minute to catch her breath, but when she finally did, it was obvious that she was absolutely mortified. “Oh my God,” she whined breathlessly, covering her face with her hands. “Babe, I am so, so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to finish that quickly, I really tried to hold myself back, it’s just… you just felt so fucking good and I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry that I ruined this for you. I feel awful…”
While it would’ve been reasonable for you to be frustrated or at least a little disappointed, all you felt was flattered. She’d been inside of you for less than a minute and she came harder than she ever had before. Not to mention how sexy it was seeing her in sheer ecstasy because of you. You weren’t upset at all… you were turned on.
“You don’t have to apologize, baby,” you assured her softly, reaching down and stroking her cheek, her flushed skin clammy and warm to the touch. “You didn’t ruin anything. I promise. Now don’t be so embarrassed, okay? It was your first time… these things happen.”
“But I wanted to make you cum, too…”
You smirked at that, a spark of arousal shooting through your core. “And who says you can’t? There are plenty of other ways you can make me cum, Quinn…”
You started to lift yourself up slightly, assuming your girlfriend would just eat you out or finger you, but you were surprised when she grabbed your waist and held you down. “Wait…” she breathed out, her softening member twitching inside of you, trying its best to come back to life. “I-I want to feel you cum around me, baby. Keep riding me. Make yourself cum all over me. Use me… please?”
Your eyes widened in surprise, an animalistic lust flashing through them before you let out a dark chuckle. “You don’t have to ask me twice…” you murmured, and with that, you grabbed Quinn’s wrists, pinned them to the mattress, and began to slowly bounce up and down on her over stimulated cock.
She threw her head back and let out a sharp moan, her fingers curling around nothing as she desperately clutched at the air. Your walls, hot, wet, and absolutely choking her, began to stroke her back to full hardness. She was still sensitive from her orgasm, and every time you lifted yourself up and then sunk back down, it felt like you were trying to milk her of every last drop.
“Are you okay?” You breathed out above her, a soft moan riding your every exhale. You were trying to play it cool so that she knew you’d stop at any time if she wanted you to, but she could see the way your eyes rolled back and feel the way your walls fluttered around her every time her tip pressed against your cervix, and the last thing she wanted to do was deprive you of an orgasm even half as strong as the one you’d given her.
Besides, she was fully hard again at this point, fully engaged, and the thought of stopping now made her want to cry. The feeling was intense and overstimulating, a bit of pain mixed with an almost nauseating pleasure, but it was way too good to let go.
“I’m fucking perfect,” Quinn whimpered, her hips bucking up sloppily to thrust into you. She bit her lip, letting out a low whine as she drank in the sight of you. You looked like an absolute goddess like this – naked body gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, face contorted in pleasure, and your tits bouncing obscenely as you rode her. She felt so overwhelmed with love and desire in that moment that her heart almost ached as she looked at you reverently and corrected herself, “You’re fucking perfect…”
That earned a moan from you, and you let go of Quinn’s wrists to grab her face as you leaned down to kiss her. One of her hands flew to your waist, but the other automatically slotted between your thighs, rubbing at your sensitive clit deftly. She’d always been a quick learner, and she was swiftly catching on to what you liked.
You moaned into her mouth as she rubbed your clit in slow, small circles. It wasn’t an exaggerated, pornographic moan, or a soft, only slightly satisfied moan, but rather one that was so raw and real that she knew you were close without you even saying anything.
But of course, not saying anything wasn’t exactly your style.
You pulled back from the kiss immediately, your body trembling as you bounced up and down a little faster, a little harder. The feeling of Quinn’s cock, impossibly thick and long enough to press against your cervix in a stubborn demand to go deeper, had your brain melting. “Oh God,” you moaned, beginning to feel the first wave of your orgasm lap at you with a gentle, buzzing pleasure. “Oh God, Quinn, I’m gonna cum… you’re gonna make me cum baby.”
Quinn nodded desperately, pleasured sounds tearing from her throat no matter how hard she tried to hold them back. She was relieved that you were so close, because she was only seconds away from erupting inside of you for the second time tonight. “Cum for me, Y/N. Cum around my cock. I wanna feel it…”
Her words were enough to send you tumbling over the edge, your entire body vibrating with ecstasy as your climax hit you violently, the world around you ceasing to exist. You weren’t even quite sure what you said, it was all a blur. The only words you could make out were your girlfriend’s name, a string of various profanities, and a couple of ‘Oh my God’s’. But you did remember saying one thing for sure, and it was those three little words you’d wanted to say since your very first date. But apparently, you were only brave enough to say them when you were cumming harder than you ever had before.
Apparently, your love confession wasn’t too much of a deterrent to Quinn though, as she came for the second time immediately after you. And as your hearing became clearer and all your senses returned, you made out those same three words falling from Quinn’s lips as she filled up that same condom again.
You collapsed on top of her body, your orgasm having sapped all the energy out of you, and you felt your heart flutter as she wrapped her arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to the side of your sweaty neck.
It took a few minutes for you to muster up the strength to even speak again. You ignored the way your dry throat caught with every breath you took as you lifted your head to look at your girlfriend, the question on your mind infinitely more important than your need for water. “Did you mean it when you said you love me?” You choked out, vulnerability hidden inside your scratchy voice. “Or did you only say it because I did and you didn’t want to make me feel bad? And because I made you cum super hard…”
Quinn looked at you with an almost offended expression, a frown tugging at her lips that you thought she’d ever do that. “What? Of course I mean it, baby. I love you so much. I have for a while. I was always just too scared to say it in case you thought it was too soon.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that, twirling a damp strand of her hair around your index finger. “Too soon? Quinn, I put your dick in my mouth an hour after we met. Saying ‘I love you’ after four months of dating is nothing compared to that.”
She giggled, her cheeks turning red at the fond (albeit filthy) memories. “Fair point…”
“But don’t worry,” you started, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. “You’re the only person whose genitals I want in my mouth.”
“Oh wow, how romantic,” she scoffed with a playful roll of her eyes. “You pervert.”
You gasped dramatically, feigning offense even though you were just happy to have her joking with you like this. You knew you were the only person she felt comfortable enough to be herself around, and that wasn’t something you took lightly. “How dare you?! You know you love me. You just said it!”
She giggled, leaning up to press a quick kiss to your lips before collapsing back onto your pillows and looking at you like you were the most perfect thing she’d ever seen. “I do love you. I love you more than anything on this earth…” you both sat in a sweet silence for a second before her face fell, hazel eyes widening comically. “And we better make sure that everything inside that condom uh… stayed put. Because honestly, I came so much that I’m not so sure it did.”
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Feel free to request!
i’m gonna give this blog a makeover soon (including maybe changing my user but prob not) and create a masterlist and everything. but i’m lazy as fuck and don’t often fulfill my promises so if this is not done in the next two weeks yall PLEASE harass me until i do it.
Prosecutor: “And is the woman who clocked you as a lesbian before you even figured that out for yourself in the room with us?”
Quinn Fabray: “Yes, she is.”
Prosecutor: “Can you point her out for the jury, please?”
Quinn Fabray:
neither of these will be my next fic, but for the fic i post AFTER that one (probably but i’ll have to check if i was supposed to post another one first) what would you rather see? neither of these were requested but they’ve been bouncing around my head like the fuckin directv logo and i’ve got to get them out of there. either way, both of these will probably be posted eventually.
which one first?
boy mom regina (no smut)
sugar mommy quinn (def smut)
someone requested a part two to my quinntana x reader smut and i’m gonna write it but i just can’t stop imagining being in a relationship with these two because i just KNOW it’s like having two kids fighting in the backseat of the car and you have to turn around at a red light and go “DON’T MAKE ME TURN THIS CAR AROUND!!” (except lowkey they’re fighting about who gets to fuck you first tonight)
Ignore if too personal 🥹
But I love your work and your fics are always so long and you post frequently. I recently lost my job and never had time to write when I worked. I was wondering what sort of job you have (or if you have one at all) that allows you to get as much writing out? I have been considering an office job so that I could potentially write on the clock LOL but I was wanting to know if there were other options out there
hi! i do have a job, but it’s only part time and definitely not a permanent thing lol. and it isn’t one that would allow me to do any writing anyway as i’m not around computers and can’t be on my phone, so i have to just write when i’m off. i really only write at night or in the early morning and just aim to get a few paragraphs done every time. i wish i could be more help as far as jobs go, but i can tell you that the only way i’m able to post anything at all relatively frequently is that i stopped second guessing my work and just… let the words flow, if that makes any sense?? i have really bad ocd and used to struggle a lot with making sure things were worded correctly and making sure everything sounded good and it really kept me from being able to write and made it more of a chore than something i wanted to do. but once i started trusting myself and my ability to write something decent, i was finally able to actually enjoy the process of writing and get any of it done at all lol. i’m sorry i can’t be of any more help with the whole job thing, but i hope that helped a little, and thank you for your kind words! (and also, i hope you find a good job that you’re happy at soon)
Hiii, will you write a prequel about Rage-induced rut where omega!reader gets in heat?👀
Heat (18+)
Alpha!Regina George x omega!reader
CW: omegaverse, reader is in heat, nipple play, cunnilingus, PIV, no condom used but reader is on birth control, light degradation, choking, rough sex, Regina is kind of mean but then gets really soft, edging (?), reader cries at some point, breeding, talks of pregnancy, Regina at one point says that being bred is ‘what omegas are made for’
A/N: okay so this one i think is really good but it’s kind of all over the fucking place when it comes to how it’s written. i wanted to try writing it as if it were currently happening rather than as if it had happened previously like in my other fics if that makes any sense, but there are definitely points where i forgot i was doing that and fucked it up. somebody please let me know if you prefer it written present or past tense bc i can’t make up my mind. hopefully i’m wording that right idk i actually dropped out of high school fun fact soooo…
Being the suave and confident alpha that she is, Regina George isn’t one to let her emotions show on her face. Emotions, aside from anger, jealousy, and horniness, are an omega’s territory, and that’s one territory she’s more than happy not to claim for herself.
But today, as her silver Lexus haphazardly screeches to a stop by the curb in front of your house, Regina is filled with anxiety.
You hadn’t shown up to school today, which was already cause for concern for your girlfriend, considering your near perfect attendance record; and her worries were only exacerbated when you didn’t text, call, or even DM her to let her know you were okay.
Anxiety isn’t something Regina usually struggles with, she’s very confident in herself and everything going on around her, but today, she just couldn’t keep her mind from wandering to the worst case scenario. What if you were sick or hurt and were too weak to get to the phone and call for help? What if some crazed lunatic had broken into your house, tossed you into the back of their van, and taken you God knows where? Or, perhaps the worst scenario of them all, what if there had been some freak accident or underlying medical condition or something else equally absurd and you were dead?
Even though she was fully aware that her theories were a little dramatic, Regina found herself leaving school early to perform a welfare check, anyway. You weren’t answering your phone and it’s not like she could call your parents, (they were both at work, and admittedly not the biggest fans of her) so what other choice did she really have?
And now, as she stands outside your front door, she finds herself hoping that she’s wrong for once in her life, and that you just decided to play truant for the day. But you skipping school for fun seemed even less likely than the possibility of you having actually been kidnapped, and that’s what makes Regina so worried.
With a shaky hand, the blonde rings the doorbell, hearing for herself just how loudly it echoes throughout the whole house. She waits a minute, and when you don’t open the door, she rings the bell for a second time. Again, nothing.
Regina’s stomach churns with a sickening feeling of anxiety as she jams her finger into the doorbell multiple times in a row, nearly breaking her nail in the process. When you don’t answer again, she loses her patience.
“Fuck this shit,” the alpha grumbles under her breath, rifling through her purse until she finds a bobby pin. She flattens the bobby pin out into one straight piece before squatting down so she can look into the keyhole as she uses the hair accessory as a makeshift lock pick – something she’d learned from her ex best friend Janis back in middle school.
After some finagling, the lock clicks open and allows Regina to open the door.
“Fucking finally,” she whispers, hoping nobody in the neighborhood had witnessed her breaking and entering. She snatches the bobby pin out of the keyhole and shoves it into her purse carelessly before hurrying up the stairs as fast as a woman can in a pair of heels.
“Y/N?” She calls out nervously as she walks down the hallway towards your bedroom. “Are you okay? Do you need medical attention?”
A tiny sliver of hope fills her chest as she sees that your bedroom light is on, but that hope is quickly replaced by dread when she hears the sounds of you groaning and whimpering and whining on the other side of your door.
A rush of adrenaline hits Regina like a ton of bricks as the instinct to protect her omega kicks in, and without further thought, she throws your door open.
The first thing that hits her is the smell. It’s rich, dizzying, intoxicating, and thick – so thick that she feels like she could choke on it. It’s as if she were breathing through a thick piece of gauze that had been absolutely drenched in the divinity of this smell, and she couldn’t get enough of it.
The next thing that hits her is an arousal so strong it nearly knocks her off her feet. She could practically feel all the blood in her body rushing downward, filling her cock and bringing it to life quicker than anything ever had before. It felt like her dick was in full control of the situation, and in the moment, she wasn’t sure if she had the restraint to avoid punching a hole in the wall just to fuck it.
Luckily for her, (and her penis) she then notices you lying in the middle of a makeshift nest you’d built in your bed, looking completely miserable and undeniably needy.
A low growl rumbles from deep in Regina’s chest, and by the time you snap your head up, she’s already stalking towards you. “Kitten,” your alpha purrs, reaching out to brush a strand of hair back from your sweaty forehead and smirking at how warm your skin is. “Are you in heat, my love? Why haven’t you been taking your blockers like a good little omega?”
You whine at her question and at the feeling of her hand on your face, slick pooling between your thighs from the simple interaction. When you see her eyebrow raise expectantly, you realize she wants an answer. “Stopped taking them,” you choke out, biting at your knuckles desperately to keep from moaning as you rock your hips against her pillow that you’d stuffed in between your legs. “T-they were making me gain too much weight…”
The pheromones that rolled off of Regina became almost violently strong at your confession – something angry, protective, and undeniably alpha.
“Are you fucking stupid?” She hisses through gritted teeth, cruelly snatching her pillow out from in between your legs. You cry out in pain at the loss of the sensation, but Regina doesn’t care. And before you know it, she’s kicking off her heels and climbing on top of you.
“You’ve got that pretty little head all turned around because you’re worried that taking the heat blockers you clearly need might make you gain a few extra pounds?” She asks, although it’s obvious that it’s less of an actual question and more of an attempt to get you to see how ridiculous you’re being. You open your mouth to answer, but when she starts nipping at the mate mark on your pulse point, the words flee your mind. Regina lets out a low growl against your neck. “Well, I’ve got some bad news for you, my omega. Heat blockers aren’t the only thing that can make you gain weight. You know what else can make you a little bit heavier?”
Regina gives you a few seconds to respond, but between the violent, pulsating heat coursing through your veins, and the feeling of her canine teeth scraping against the skin on your neck, your head is completely empty. When you don’t say anything, your alpha chuckles darkly, almost predatorily, and slips her hand underneath the bottom hem of your oversized t-shirt. You whine and squirm helplessly as Regina rests the palm of her hand on the heated skin of your lower belly. She pushes down gently, a growl rumbling from her chest at the knowledge of what lies just beneath her hand.
Teeth grazing along the shell of your ear, Regina finally answers her own question, the heel of her palm still digging deliciously into your lower belly. “A baby,” she whispers, the trembling in her voice making it obvious that she’s barely holding back. “My baby. Growing inside of you, right here,” she pushes down even harder. “That’s what’s gonna make you gain weight, babydoll. And if you’re off your blockers for too long, that’s exactly what’s gonna end up happening.”
You can’t help the filthy moan that tumbles from your lips upon registering Regina’s warning, an embarrassing amount of slick flooding your already soaked panties at the prospect of her breeding you. Still though, you shake your head, trying to save face and be rational even though she can smell the arousal pouring out of you. “I-I’m still on birth control, Gina… we don’t have to worry about that.”
What you thought would reassure your alpha ended up amusing her instead, and she chuckles darkly as she takes her hand off your belly and reaches up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at her. “God, you really do get so stupid when you’re in heat, huh baby?” She mocks, snickering at the way your eyes widen and your cheeks flush. “Birth control makes you gain weight too, darling. It’s a very common side effect. And it isn’t nearly as effective if you aren’t taking heat blockers along with it.”
Much to Regina’s horror, she watched as your eyes started to fill with tears, your lower lip quivering pitifully. She knew that you could be a lot more sensitive when you’re in heat, but Jesus, had she really said something that bad?
Before she can even find the words to comfort you, you’re reaching up and desperately clutching the straps of her tank top in your trembling hands. “Gina, please,” you beg, your voice wavering in a way that made her gut twist with guilt. “Please don’t be scared to touch me just because I stopped taking my blockers. I-I’m not gonna get pregnant. I just need you to knot me so bad. It hurts, alpha…”
Regina lets out a soft growl as she stares down at your face, her heart aching as a tear rolls down your cheek. She can’t help but feel frustrated, not with you, but with herself. You’d probably been curled up in bed all day, burning hot exhausted, hungry and thirsty, your entire lower half sticky with your own slick, and so insatiably horny that it physically hurt. And here she was teasing you like a kindergartener with a crush. She felt like the world’s worst alpha.
With a gentleness she isn’t used to using during your heat cycle, Regina grips your jaw, angling your head up so that you meet her eye. “Look at me, omega,” she commands softly, flooding the room with calming pheromones. Only when you do as she asked does she speak up again. “I could never be scared to touch you. Whether you’re on blockers and birth control or not, it doesn’t matter. I was just being a bitch and teasing you. And I will always help you out whenever you go into heat. As your alpha, it’s my job to take that pain away, and believe me, I will. If I have to buy you a Plan B in the morning, so be it. But I don’t ever want you to worry that I’m not gonna take care of you, okay?”
To your alpha’s relief, your face visibly relaxes, and the stress pheromones your body was involuntarily emitting cease. You bite your lip and sniffle sadly as you nod your head. “Okay.”
Regina can’t help but smile down at you. You always manage to strike this balance between sexy and cute that just makes her want to tear you apart even more.
She leans down to press a loving kiss to your forehead as her hand moves up to cup your cheek, the pad of her thumb brushing away the last tear as it falls. “Arms up for me, baby,” she whispers hoarsely, carefully pulling your shirt off when you obey her command.
A dizzying wave of arousal hits Regina as she sees that you aren’t wearing a bra. But then again, how could you wear one? Even the feeling of the soft satin against your ultra sensitive nipples must’ve been enough to have your back arching and your cunt drooling. She growls lowly, reaching down to play with your breasts.
“My beautiful little omega…” she whispers reverently, her thumbs brushing against your nipples. A smirk stretches across her glossy lips as you squeal at the surprise and pleasure of having your nipples touched – she knows how much you love that. “Do you like having these pretty tits played with, baby? You’re being so responsive for me…”
You let out a throaty whine in response to her question, nodding your head vehemently. You were getting so hot that you felt like your blood would be boiling any second, and Regina’s touch was only adding fuel to the fire.
Your alpha snickers at the sound you made, relishing the way you react to her touch. “I know, baby, I know…” she sympathizes, knowing that all she’s doing right now is making things worse. “I’m gonna give you what you want, angel, I promise. But for right now, just be a good girl and let me play with you.”
You clench your jaw and throw your head back, groaning in frustration. You were starting to wonder if you should just kick Regina out and take care of yourself, but you knew better. The fake plastic cock you keep hidden away in a box in your closet is nowhere near as satisfying as your alpha’s real cock. And if you wanted any chance of relieving the symptoms of your heat even temporarily, you needed Regina to knot you. It was basic biology.
Before you could tell Regina to hurry up, (or beg her to, most likely) she lowers her head and sucks one of your nipples into her mouth, rolling her tongue over the stiffened peak in a way that makes your head swim with pleasure. You moan softly at the feeling, arching your back to press your breast further into her mouth.
The blonde flicks her tongue over your nipple a few times, her ocean blue eyes trained on your face. When she pulls back with an obscene ‘pop,’ she smirks up at you and asks, “Did that feel good, baby?”
All you had to give her was a tiny nod before she latches onto your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as she gave the first. Regina was well aware of how sensitive your nipples get when you’re in heat, and she was taking full advantage of that fact.
After sucking and licking at your nipples until they were puffy and wet with her saliva, Regina pulls back only to begin kissing down your chest and stomach.
You suck in a deep, shuddering breath as her hot tongue ran from just below your belly button down to the hem of your panties. You weren’t wearing shorts, having ditched them earlier on in an effort to cool yourself down. It hadn’t worked.
As soon as she reaches your hemline, Regina grabs your thighs and pushes them apart. She shifts herself downward to settle in between them, inhaling the heady scent of your slick soaked pussy deeply. You let out a pathetic little whimper at that, reaching down in an attempt to tangle your fingers in her long blonde hair. She catches your hand before you can manage, intertwining your fingers as she stares up at you lovingly. “Just relax for me, sweetheart. I’m getting there,” she promises, hoping to settle you. Your body was a live wire with a mind of its own, but right now, she needed your cooperation.
You had to bite back an angry groan at her words. You had half a mind to grab her hair and just shove her face in between your legs, but you knew that wasn’t an option. Right now, all you could do was wait and let your alpha take the lead. (Which, considering that that’s what you’re biologically driven to do, is surprisingly difficult.)
A moment later, Regina begins to press kisses to the insides of your thighs – wet, open mouthed, sloppy kisses that you wish were being pressed to your cunt instead. The feeling makes you whine and squirm desperately and, when she pulls back and you see a clear string of your slick connecting her lips to your inner thigh, you can’t help but moan.
Regina smirks, licking her lips in an exaggerated manner. “You’re soaking wet, omega,” she observes. “Your thighs are glistening down to your knees. Do you need to be bred that badly?”
You feel a twinge in your lower belly, another wave of burning heat hitting you full force at your alpha’s question. You knew it was stupid to want to carry her baby so badly, but you just couldn’t help yourself. After all, it’s what your body was made for.
“Yes!” You blurt out embarrassingly quickly. “I-I do. I need that. Please, Gina, I–”
Your alpha cut you off by shushing you, holding her finger to her lips demonstratively. “Hush, baby,” she instructs you gently, smirking once you quiet down for her. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you want. What you need. But you have to be patient, okay? Because first… I just wanna get my mouth on you…”
You moan pitifully at that, your pussy fluttering around nothing at the thought of her tongue all over you. Instinctively, you spread your thighs wider. That earned a chuckle from Regina.
Her slender fingers hook underneath the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them down, down, down… until they were completely off. She tosses them carelessly across the room, (they were so saturated with your own slick they’d likely have to be thrown anyway) and growls hungrily at the sight of your pussy – glistening with slick, puffy with need, and radiating pure heat.
You thought you’d have to beg, but luckily, it seemed Regina was tired of holding back. She looks up at you with a smirk, her irises so dilated that her pupils were practically black, before leaning down and pressing the softest kiss to your swollen, overly sensitive clit.
You jump and let out the tiniest yelp, just as Regina knew you would, and she laughs softly from between your legs. Before you could whine at her for teasing, she finally gives you what you both want – flattening her tongue and slowly licking from your slick leaking entrance all the way up to your clit.
You moan in pure relief. It was like you were on fire and she had just thrown the first cup of water on you. It wasn’t enough to put it out, but it was enough to reduce the overbearing heat blazing through your system.
Regina hums against you, pulling yet another moan from you, and smirks up at you. “Do you like that, omega? Does it feel good having your alpha’s tongue on this needy little cunt?”
“Yes!” You cry out, hips bucking in desperate need to feel the wet warmth of her tongue against you again.
Your alpha snickers darkly. She meets your eye and, in a register much lower than normal, murmurs, “Good,” before diving back in to your waiting pussy.
She laps at your entrance eagerly, drinking up the slick that was endlessly flooding out of you. She could feel her cock throbbing violently in her skirt, her knot already full and swollen. The thought of popping it inside of you and filling you up with her cum made her mind hazy with lust. Desperate to get to that point, she began to eat you out almost rabidly, practically burying her face in your cunt.
You let out a moan so loud it made you hope your neighbors weren’t home. Desperate to keep yourself tethered to this earth, you grabbed fistfuls of your sweat soaked bedsheets, squeezing them so tightly that your knuckles turned white. Canting your hips up desperately, you moan out, “Regina, I’m gonna cum!”
The blonde hums in approval, not taking her mouth off of you as she mumbles, “Do it, baby. Let go for me. Cum all over my face, sweet girl…”
She could tell you needed another push by the way you whined and thrashed desperately above her, your orgasm so close but just out of reach. Knowing just what to do, she latched onto your clit, sucking gently and rolling her tongue over it as she slides two fingers into your dripping pussy.
And, just as Regina imagined it would, that pushed you over the edge.
As you felt that tight coil in your belly snap, you let go of your poor, crumpled bedsheets and grabbed onto Regina’s hair instead, yanking it in a way that was probably painful, but you knew she didn’t mind.
You screamed her name so loud it probably made the windows shake as your cunt gushed all over her face, earning a rare moan from her as she happily swallowed every bit of it.
By the time you were finally coming down from your orgasm, your alpha was already on her knees. Without missing a beat she pulled her tank top over her head before unzipping her skirt and taking that off, too. Clad in just her boxer briefs, she smirks down at your tired, blissed out state. “C’mon, omega,” she murmurs, straddling your hips to kiss you, inadvertently letting you taste yourself on her tongue. “You can give me one more, can’t you? You’ve got your alpha so fucking hard for you…”
You moan tiredly at her words, nodding your head without a second thought. As much as you’d enjoyed having her mouth all over you, and as hard as she’d made you cum, it wasn’t enough to douse the flames of desire radiating from within you. “I can give you one more, Gina…” you practically whisper. “Need you to knot me.”
Regina smirks, humming happily at your admission. She sat back up until she was straddling you again, and began to palm the achingly hard ridge in her boxers desperately. “Oh, yeah? I bet you need your alpha to breed you, too. Huh, pretty girl?”
You whine, your post orgasm sensitive pussy clenching around nothing but empty air. “Yes,” you nod eagerly, all the relief from your orgasm fading back into desperate, heated pain. “Yes, I-I need you to breed me. Please, alpha…”
The blonde coos softly, almost condescendingly, as she hooks her fingers underneath the waistband of her boxers. “Of course, baby doll,” she whispers, pulling her boxers down and letting her throbbing erection spring free. “I’ll breed you as often as you need me to. And I won’t stop until I put a baby in that pretty little belly…”
Before you can even respond, Regina’s moving to hover over you, one hand by your head to hold herself up, and the other wrapped around her thick cock. She slaps it against your pussy, snickering at the whine you let out when she does so. She drags the tip through your slick folds, coating herself in your wetness.
Regina leans down and presses her lips to yours softly as she positions herself at your entrance. “Are you ready, angel?” She asks lovingly.
With a desperation only an omega in heat can possess, you nod rapidly, reaching up to cup her cheeks as you stare into her eyes. “Yes,” you whisper, voice cracking. “I’m ready, Gina. Please knot me. Take the pain away…”
Regina’s heart and dick both ached at how pathetic you sounded, (for entirely different reasons) as you pleaded for her cock. With a gentle nod and an, “Okay, baby,” she slowly pushes in.
After pushing and pushing and pushing, your body finally relents and allows her past your tight entrance. You let out a guttural moan as Regina’s rigid length glides into you, somehow filling you with both instant relief, and a burning desire like you’d never known.
Sparks of pleasure shoot through your core as Regina bottoms out inside of you, the painful stretch of her splitting you open slowly fading into a dizzying satisfaction as your body acclimates to her size. She stays completely still, giving you plenty of time to adjust despite how badly she wants to just pin your hips down and fuck you at her own pace. You can feel every twitch, every throb, every pulse of her aching cock inside of you, rock solid proof that, despite you being the one who’s in heat, she needs you just as badly as you need her.
You squirm a little underneath her, gasping at the way the tiny movement has her tip prodding against your cervix. “G-Gina…” you all but whispered, your body practically demanding that she finally move her hips. You whine quietly, clenching your jaw shut to let the sound die in your throat as you reach up and cup her face. “Please…”
Regina wanted to be cocky, to make you beg for it, but she was growing far too impatient, herself. The feeling of your slick, feverishly hot pussy squeezing her so tightly made her want to give in to you, give in to herself, and fuck you until you both came undone. And when she looked down at you, your eyebrows furrowed, pupils dilated, cheeks heated, and your soft lips parted, the last of her restraint finally broke.
A growl tears from the blonde’s throat as she leans down and smashes her lips to yours passionately, her tongue pushing into your mouth and tangling with yours almost frantically. She swallows the moan you let out as she begins to thrust, shallowly at first to really work you up.
Your hands scramble for purchase on her back, your nails digging into her shoulders hard enough to pull a groan from her lips. When she starts to fuck into you a little faster, a little harder, you pull back from the kiss and threw your head back with a moan.
“R-Regina!” You cried out brokenly. Every thrust of her hips, every slick slide of her cock inside of you, helped to fight the insatiable fire burning deep in your lower belly – a fire that only she had the ability to extinguish. “Fuck! It feels so good, alpha…”
Regina lets out a noise that was something between a laugh and a breathy moan, reaching down and grabbing your thigh to yank it up over her waist. Instinctively, you do the same with your other thigh without her even having to ask, which sends a spark of pride shooting through her chest.
“I know it feels good, baby. Of course it does,” she pants from above you, strands of damp blonde hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. “You’re in heat, my omega. Your body’s been craving this. And nothing else can take the pain away, can it? You can lay in bed and hump your pillow and fuck yourself with that cold, plastic toy all day long, but none of it compares to the real thing. You need real cock, huh, baby? You need your alpha’s cock.”
You moan brokenly as she picks up the pace, the wet, plapping sound of your joining echoing off your bedroom walls. You arch your back up into her touch, your stomach pressing against hers inadvertently. Too cock drunk to even form words, you nod desperately.
“Uh-uh…” Regina chastises, not slowing down for even a second as she grips your jaw tight, angling your head up to make you look at her. “When I ask you a question, you answer me with your words, understand?”
“I-I understand!” You squeal, the feeling of her grip on your jaw making your pussy flutter around her. “I’m sorry, alpha…”
“Good girl. That’s what I like to hear,” she praises. As a reward, she snakes her hand between your bodies and begins to rub slow circles against your wet, throbbing clit, groaning at the way the sensation makes you tighten around her. “Now I’m gonna ask you one more time. Whose cock do you need?”
“Yours!” You sob out brokenly, your body feeling like a live wire as Regina fucks you to the brink of orgasm. “I-I need your cock, Gina… Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
She chuckles darkly above you, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she moves her hand down to your throat and squeezes – not enough to actually choke or hurt you, but just enough to restrict your airflow a little. “Now, who says you can do that?” She asks, fucking into you harder to add insult to injury.
The thought of her denying you an orgasm right now, at the very beginning of your heat cycle, makes you want to slap her. But it also makes the coil in your stomach tighten that much more, getting closer and closer to snapping every time her pelvis meets yours. So, rather than being a brat, you decide to play it safe and be sweet and submissive instead.
“Regina, baby, please…” you whine sadly, trailing your hands up from her shoulders to cup her face. “I– nnghh… I really need to cum. I’ve been so wet and empty all day and –”
She cut you off with a firm shake of her head, low, almost animalistic grunts falling from her lips with every thrust. “Not yet,” she gritted out.
“But, Regina –”
All of a sudden, your alpha growls dangerously, squeezing your throat so tightly that she could feel your pulse hammering against her fingertips. “I said not yet,” she barks. “You had me worried sick all day wondering why you weren’t answering your fucking phone. So now, I’m gonna use this tight little cunt as my very own fleshlight and you don’t get to cum until I do. Do I need to repeat myself, omega?”
You whimper pitifully at her words and the tone she said them in, the moans spilling from your lips making you feel even more pathetic. Your body was so tired from being so worked up all day, and you just wanted to cum and then curl up in your alpha’s arms and sleep until the nagging need to be knotted again woke you up for round two. But above all, you just wanted to be good for her. And right now, you didn’t feel like you were accomplishing that.
With tears in your eyes, you nod your head. “No, I-I understand, alpha. I’ll be patient.”
The look on your face and your sad little voice pulled Regina out of the pussy crazed alpha head space she was in, her heart aching with guilt as she realized she was being a little rough. She let go of your throat, trailing her hand up to cup your cheek instead as her thrusts went from headboard slamming brutality to gentle, passionate love making.
“Hey, sweetheart, look at me,” she requests in a whisper, and when you do look up at her, she can’t resist the urge to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m being kind of a knothead… You’re the one who’s in heat, and you’re the one who needs me. So just forget what I said, alright? You can cum whenever you need to, baby. And when you do, I’m gonna knot this pretty pussy.”
You sniffle and nod your head, your heart fluttering at Regina’s words. Even when she was being a total knothead, she always made up for it. You bit your lip softly as you move one of your hands down to her hip, trying to encourage her to fuck you a little harder again. “Alright. But, please, don’t be so gentle. I’m not a doll. I like it when you get a little bit rough with me.”
The blonde smirks and, in one smooth motion, grabs your legs and wraps them around her waist. “Oh, really?” She teases, adjusting the speed of her thrusts. Not too fast, but hard and deep, just the way she knows you like it. “My omega likes to be treated rough, huh? Then why don’t you tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, baby?”
You let out a moan, letting your eyes fall shut as your orgasm rapidly builds to where it was just a few moments ago. You cant your hips up to meet Regina’s, the way your legs are wrapped around her waist allowing her to slip deeper and prod at your cervix in a way that makes your head spin with every thrust.
When her question registers, a million different images and thoughts flit through your mind, but only one of them sticks. You whine deliciously as your conversation from earlier on replays, and you imagine her breeding you. The very concept makes your pussy flutter around her in a way that has your hips stuttering, and without you even saying a word, she knows what you’re thinking.
“Oh…” Regina husks out, smirking as she slips her hand between your bodies and presses down just above your pubic bone, allowing you to feel the pressure of her cock splitting you open even more. “You want me to put a baby in you, don’t you, angel? Your heat’s got your head all fuzzy… making you wanna be a mommy…”
“Yes!” You moan out, digging your fingernails into her back as your pleasure began to crest. “I-I want it, Gina, please… please give it to me…”
She chuckles darkly, slipping her hand down to rub your swollen, already overstimulated clit. She groans at the way your pussy clenches around her. “Oh, I’m gonna give it to you, baby…” she promises in a growl, fucking into you a little harder. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you need. You’re an omega, your body’s made to be bred.”
“F-fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
“Then do it, sweetheart,” Regina pants, feeling her own knot begin to swell at your entrance, as if it were debating whether or not to slip inside and split you open. “Cum for me. All over my cock. And then I– God, I’m gonna give you a knot so big we’ll be stuck together for weeks.”
Your alpha’s encouragement was enough to send you hurdling over the edge into an abyss of pure ecstasy, the world around you fading away as you fell apart underneath her. You let out a deafeningly loud cry of her name as tidal waves of white hot pleasure shot from your core throughout your whole body, your cunt clenching around her like you were trying to milk the knot right out of her.
Regina hisses at the painful sensation of your nails clawing down her back, but somehow, it only serves to enhance her pleasure. And when she feels you cumming around her and watches your pretty face contort as you fall apart, her orgasm hits her just as hard.
“Fuuuuck…” the blonde groans, pumping her hips into you shallowly for a few seconds before her knot finally slips inside of the hot, wet heaven in between your legs.
You let out a surprised squeal at the temporary but sharp sting of her knot popping inside of you, but the discomfort is quickly soothed by the feeling of her hot cum pouring into you, splashing against your cervix in a way that felt almost embarrassingly good.
“Fucking take it, omega,” Regina grunts, hips rutting into you a few more times for good measure. “Take my fucking knot. Let me give you exactly what you want…”
You whine pathetically at your alpha’s words, and, after her orgasm subsides a few seconds later, gasp as she collapses on top of you.
Regina is a sweaty, heaving mess as her body presses yours into the (probably ruined) mattress, her softening cock twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Once she regains enough strength to lift her head again, she does so, and smiles at the sight of your blissed out face. You were so tense earlier, so horny and pained as you sought relief you couldn’t give to yourself. She felt pride swell in her chest as she realized that she’d given you the relief you were looking for. She’d taken the pain away – like a good alpha should.
She can’t help but smile as she leans down and presses the tenderest kiss to the tip of your nose, then to your lips. “How do you feel?” She asks softly, her hand coming up to rub your waist. “Better now, right?”
“So much better,” you confirm breathlessly, and Regina laughs in response. You reach a hand up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing along her cheekbone lovingly. “Thank you for taking care of me, Gina. You’re the most amazing alpha I could’ve ever asked for.”
Although she tries not to let it show, her cheeks turn noticeably red anyway, and she has to roll her eyes to play it off. “Yeah, yeah… the pleasure’s all mine, I guess.” When she looks back down and sees your eyebrow raised speculatively, she just sighs, smiles softly, and admits, “You’re a pretty good omega, too, I guess…”
You smirk, well aware that her feelings for you are not that nonchalant. “You guess? I just let you knot me and the best you can do is, ‘you’re pretty good, I guess?’”
Regina huffs and buries her face in the crook of your neck, desperate to hide her reddening cheeks. “Fine,” she groans belligerently. “I’m, like, obsessed with you, okay? Totally obsessed and in love. Are you happy now?”
“Very,” you laugh, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of her head, the salty smell of her sweat doing nothing to deter you from wanting to be as close to her as humanly possible. And, considering the size of the knot currently locking you together, you were gonna be this close for a while…
Regina looks up when she hears you yawn, the soft smile on her face proving that she’s much more than just some tough, non-feeling alpha. She reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the tips of her fingers caressing your cheek. “You tired?” She asks quietly.
“Mmhmm…”
She chuckles softly and presses a tender kiss to your lips before grabbing your top sheet and pulling it over the two of you. Unable to pull out yet, she stays put, draping her weight over you like a heavy blanket. Rather than make you feel claustrophobic, it makes you feel safe and protected. She knows that.
“Go to sleep then, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up. I imagine you’ll be ready for round two by then?”
A sleepy smirk stretches across your lips as your eyes flutter shut. “Oh, most definitely,” you nod, sighing contentedly as you stretch your arms out over your head before letting your body relax. “Think you’ll be up for it?”
Regina laughs softly, feeling her heart swell with love as she watches you begin to doze off. She turns her head and kisses your jaw lightly, inhaling the sweetness of your scent. Immediately, her head goes all fuzzy, butterflies erupting in her chest. And she knows that she better stop while she’s ahead if she doesn’t want to get hard again while you’re still asleep. “Trust me, baby,” she whispers. “That can be arranged…”
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this fic is lowkey flopping so bad i feel like lois griffin
I love how alpha Regina is actually a big sweetheart with her girl
she hates everybody else so all her love naturally goes to her gf!! 🙂↕️
I live for alpha Regina 🧎🏻♀️
same i think her being an alpha is so fitting LMAO and i just know she’d be so obnoxious about it too 😭