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Bible Study (18+)

G!P Quinn Fabray x fem!reader

TW: themes of religion, mentions of masturbation and virginity, detailed smut, handjobs, fellatio, kinda dom!reader

(A/N:) First Quinn smut! This wasn’t requested but I had the idea one day and had to write it. Also this fic relies pretty heavily on Quinn being an innocent and sweet Catholic girl which I know she never really was but we’re gonna pretend for the sake of the story okay thank you!

From the outside, the Fabray family home was just like the religion they were so devoted to – immaculate.

The entire neighborhood (which was gated, of course) looked like something out of The Stepford Wives. Beautiful two story homes sat atop pristinely manicured lawns that were separated by white picket fences. The streets, freshly paved and painted, were adorned with speed bumps for safety and lined with sidewalks that boasted not one single crack or blackened piece of dirty old chewing gum.

The selling point of the neighborhood was as clear as the sunny blue skies above it – buy the perfect house here and move in to it with your perfect spouse so you can have some perfect children and be perfect, perfect, perfect!

You, however, weren’t buying it.

Having come from a ‘perfect’ all American family yourself, you knew firsthand that it was all bullshit. The image your parents tried to portray of a loving couple raising happy children in a beautiful home was just a flimsy facade.

On the outside, everything looked exactly how it should look – ideal, happy, and perfect. Your father was the breadwinner of the household and took great pride in being able to provide for his family. Your mother stayed home and put meals on the table all while keeping the house neat and tidy, and you, their only child, were respectful and polite and always kept your grades up.

But of course, on the inside, things were much, much different. Your father was arrogant and headstrong and, with the economy in shambles, had been struggling to keep a roof over your heads and food on the table. Your mother was so bored with the mundane responsibilities of a housewife and had taken to the bottle for comfort, and you were a closeted lesbian with a growing resentment for both of your parents.

And judging by what your father had told you about them, you were willing to bet that the Fabray family, who seemed so perfect on the outside, had their fair share of struggles as well.

You braced yourself for what you knew would be a painfully obnoxious dinner as your father rung the doorbell and grabbed your mother’s hand automatically, ready to put on a show. You nearly rolled your eyes until the door swung open and you felt a polite smile crawl across your lips. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself. ‘He’s turned me into just as much of a phony as he is.’

“William, hello, I’m so glad you could make it!” Mr. Fabray greeted, reaching out to give your father a firm handshake. He then turned his attention to your mother and gave her a respectful smile and nod. “And Sarah, it’s lovely to see you again. I’m glad you and your daughter decided to join us tonight.”

Your parents both said their hellos before Mr. Fabray turned to you with a smile. “And you must be Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you, your parents have told me so much about you.” You returned the smile and told him it was nice to meet him too and then followed his gaze to his daughter who was standing right beside him. “This is my daughter Quinn. I think you two are about the same age, so I’m sure you girls can become fast friends.”

Quinn stepped forward just slightly to greet you, but you were so focused on how stunning she was that you barely heard a word she said.

With honey blonde hair that was pinned back neatly, big hazel eyes hidden behind long lashes, and the prettiest, pinkest lips you’d ever seen, you suddenly wondered if everything they’d taught you in Sunday school actually had been real, because the girl standing in front of you was definitely an angel.

A moment of silence alerted you that it was your turn to speak, and your cheeks turned red as you realized you had no clue what Quinn had just said to you. So, figuring it would be a safe bet, you just smiled softly and said, “Hi, it’s… it’s nice to meet you.”

That must’ve been the right answer because as soon as the words left your mouth Mr. and Mrs. Fabray stepped back to allow your family inside.

The interior of the house was much like the exterior – clean, pretty, and perfect. The family photos hanging on the walls gave the house a warm, inviting vibe, as if the photos themselves were saying, ‘Come! Join the family!’ And considering how breathtaking their daughter was you figured you just might.

The sound of Mrs. Fabray’s voice snapped you out of your daydream and brought you back down to reality. You stopped looking around the house and focused your gaze on her, cheeks turning slightly pink. “Quinn, why don’t you take Y/N upstairs and show her your room, hm?” She asked her daughter, smiling in a way that showed she wasn’t really asking as much as telling. “Maybe you girls can do some Bible study? We’ll call you back down in a little while when dinner is ready.”

You had to suppress a wicked smirk from crawling across your lips at the thought of being alone with Quinn in her bedroom, even if it was just for a short while. Sure, she might seem cute and innocent, but you were almost certain that deep down inside, she was just as ‘worldly’ and perverted as you and every other ‘good Catholic girl’ were.

Of course, Quinn obeyed her mother, offering you a shy smile before starting up the staircase and waving for you to follow behind her.

Her bedroom was exactly how you’d pictured it. A single bed in a white metal frame sat pushed against the wall in the middle of the room. Above the bed hung a crucifix and on the bed was a quilt that looked handmade with a single pillow to match. The walls were plastered with a light, dainty floral wallpaper that looked like something out of a 1950s home decor magazine. There was a desk sitting right below her window and right in the center of it sat her Bible.

You were surprised to see her grab it before sitting down on the edge of her bed and smiling at you expectantly. You raised an eyebrow curiously and made your way over to her bed to sit right beside her. You could tell by the surprised and somewhat flustered look on her face that she’d been expecting you to sit in her desk chair and not right next to her.

You smirked at the look on her face. “What? Am I not allowed to sit by you?”

Her eyes widened and she quickly shook her head. “No, no! I didn’t mean it like that!” She swore, obviously worried that she’d offended you.

You laughed softly and shook your head. “Quinn, relax, I’m just messing with you,” you admitted, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You weren’t sure if it was your light teasing or your hand on her shoulder that made her cheeks turn red like that, but you had a feeling it might be a little bit of both. “Oh…” she mumbled, and you giggled at just how damn cute she was.

“But, on a more serious note…” you started, peering down at her Bible before looking back up at her. “You don’t actually want to do Bible study… right?”

Quinn’s eyes flicked between you and the book she was holding. She shrugged her shoulders. “I-I don’t know. I guess I don’t really want to, but… my mom told us to.”

“Mmhmm… and do you always do whatever your parents tell you to do?”

“No,” she answered immediately, looking over at you like she was desperate for you to believe her. “Of course I don’t. I… I do what I want sometimes.”

She could tell by the look you gave her that you knew she was bullshitting you. “Oh, yeah? And what are these things that you do that your parents don’t want you to do?” You pressed, putting your elbows on your knees and resting your head in your hands as you looked at her knowingly.

Quinn froze, her face turning so red you worried that her head was about to explode. Her fingers gripped the edge of her mattress to ground herself as she racked her brain desperately for something she could actually tell you. (Or at the very least something to lie about.)

At that moment it felt like you could read her mind as you watched her try to think of an answer. You were 99.9% sure that the innocent Catholic girl in front of you had something absolutely filthy running through her mind right now.

And you wanted desperately to get it out of her.

“Was it something that you did… with a boy?” You asked cautiously, hoping to God that her answer was no. Thankfully for you, she quickly shook her head, almost seeming disgusted that you’d even think that about her. You smirked at that reaction.

Bullseye.

Almost immediately, you continued applying the pressure. “A girl?” You questioned and this time she hesitated for a second before reluctantly shaking her head. You took note of the difference in her reaction when you asked if she’d been with a girl versus when you asked if she’d been with a boy. Your gaydar had started going off the moment you first made eye contact with her, but it was blaring like a siren now.

The nervous look on Quinn’s face reminded you that you were mid conversation and you had to think for a minute about what she was trying to imply.

Then, suddenly, it hit you.

‘Oh my God,’ you thought, somehow both endeared and a little turned on. ‘Is this girl seriously trying to tell me that she masturbates?’

You smirked at her softly, trying not to embarrass her too much, even though you didn’t see how that would be possible. “I think I understand what you’re saying…” you said. “Or what you’re not saying.”

Big hazel eyes looked up at you with a mixture of both hope and fear, eyebrows knitted together worriedly. “You… you do?” She asked cautiously.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, nodding your head as you stared her down with a knowing look. “You’re talking about masturbating, aren’t you?”

Her eyes widened, mouth falling open in abject horror. “No!” She denied, shaking her head vehemently. “No, of course I wasn’t talking about that! I was gonna say that I-I swear sometimes!”

Your face fell, cheeks turning red in embarrassment. ‘Damn, am I really that perverted?’ You asked yourself.

Part of you wanted to get up and walk out, but you decided to push through the humiliation instead. You chuckled awkwardly. “Oh… my mistake, then…”

Quinn just swallowed thickly and nodded, her gaze dropping to her lap. “Why would you… why would you assume that I do that?” She asked.

You huffed out a soft laugh, shrugging your shoulders. “Because everyone does. I know they all say they don’t because it’s a sin or whatever, but that’s bullshit. Everyone does.”

“Even you?” Judging by the immediate look of horror on her face, Quinn’s question took you both by surprise. She blinked a few times, shaking her head profusely as her turned beet red. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. I don’t know where that came from!”

You just laughed, a little at her question, but mostly at her reaction. “It’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry,” you assured her. You took a deep breath, looking at her a little more seriously, and nodded your head. “Yeah… yeah, I do.”

You couldn’t quite decipher the look on Quinn’s face as she processed that answer, but you did notice the way she suddenly placed her Bible over her lap, nearly slamming it down as if she was desperately trying to hide something.

“O-oh…” is the only response you got.

Unsure of what to say or do next, you decided to probe a little deeper. “Do you?”

She looked over at you shyly, her head bowed in shame like a little kid who’d been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Hesitantly, she nodded her head, gulping down her nerves as she glanced at you out of the corner of her eye. “I… I do,” she confessed, soft voice barely above a whisper. “Actually, I did. Only once though, and I-I haven’t done it since.”

You frowned, surprised at her answer. “Only once? Why only once?”

She shrugged her shoulders, looking down and breaking eye contact with you. “I don’t know. I guess I just felt… ashamed of myself.”

Your heart ached a little at that. This poor girl needed an orgasm more than anybody you’d ever met but she was too ashamed and stuck in her head to even give herself one. You frowned sympathetically, moving to rest a hand on her knee. “You don’t have to be ashamed, Quinn. You aren’t doing anything wrong by masturbating. Don’t let any of these Bible thumpers get in your head and make you think it’s some kind of mortal sin that rots your soul, okay? Because I promise you that those hypocrites are doing it too.”

She glanced at your hand on her knee, blushed, then looked back up at you shyly. “Why do you do it? I mean, other than that it feels good…”

You laughed. “I don’t need a reason other than that it feels good. But if you’re looking for a reason, then…” you trailed off, thinking for a moment before continuing. “Oh! There are health benefits!”

She eyed you skeptically. “Are you making that up?”

“No, I’m not making it up,” you promised her, rolling your eyes. “I mean, it’s a great way to relieve stress. And honey, you need some stress relief more than anybody.”

Quinn’s cheeks turned red at that, but she quickly shook her head in dismissal. “Doesn’t matter. I couldn’t even do it right anyway,” she grumbled.

“You couldn’t do it right? What the hell does that even mean?”

The blonde sighed and shook her head, hesitant to elaborate on something so humiliating. “I mean I couldn’t… I couldn’t make myself… finish,” she choked out, covering her face with her hands in a desperate attempt to hide her embarrassment. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

Much to her relief, you didn’t laugh. Instead, you put one hand on her upper back and used the other to move her hands from her face. “Quinn, come on, you don’t need to be so embarrassed,” you insisted, grabbing her chin and tilting her head to face you. “Listen, I doubt you were doing anything wrong. I think you just… got stuck in your head. It happens to me sometimes, too.”

That seemed to grab her attention.

Her hazel eyes looked up to meet yours. “Really? I didn’t think that would ever happen to someone like you…” she thought aloud.

You giggled, shaking your head in amusement. Somehow, she managed to both flatter and borderline insult you in one sentence. “Well, it does happen to me,” you confirmed. “I think it happens to everybody. You’re not alone, okay? And it certainly doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”

Quinn smiled shyly and nodded, and a minute or so of silence ensued until you spoke again. “So you’ve never had an orgasm, huh?”

She whined in embarrassment, covering her face with her hands again and shaking her head. “No, I-I told you I haven’t…” she mumbled.

Excitement bubbled in your lower belly at the knowledge that the sweet and undeniably gorgeous girl sitting beside you had never had an orgasm before, and a wicked idea entered your mind. So, as casually as if you had been asking about the weather, you asked, “Can I give you one?”

Her hands fell from her face at the shock of your question, and she turned to look at you, eyes wide as saucers. “What?!” She practically shrieked, but you could tell by the way her face was beet red and the way she was squirming and squeezing her thighs together that she wasn’t necessarily opposed to the idea. “Y-you… you can’t do that!”

Keeping your composure calm and collected, you shook your head. “I don’t have to. And you don’t have to let me. It’s totally up to you. I would never pressure you into doing something like that. We don’t even have to talk about it if it’s making you uncomfortable,” you assured.

Quinn calmed down a little at that, nodding hesitantly as her shoulders began to relax.

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, and after a while, you assumed she’d given you a solid ‘no,’ and you did your best to move on without making it awkward. “What kind of books do you read?” You asked, nodding towards the fully stocked bookshelf beside her desk.

But suddenly, Quinn took you by surprise.

Rather than answering your boring, small talk question, she reached out hesitantly and placed her hand on top of yours where it lay on her mattress. “Y/N?” She called quietly. You turned your head to look at her, your own cheeks dusted pink from the touch of her hand. She gulped nervously as you met her eye before softly admitting, “I… I think I want you to…”

Thankfully for her, you understood what she meant immediately.

“You… you mean you want me to… make you–”

“Yes,” Quinn confirmed, making sure to cut you off before you said that word that she knew would only embarrass her further. “I… I want you to do that.”

She could see the excitement flash in your eyes, but you still made sure to ask, “Are you sure? I meant it when I said we didn’t have to do anything.” That melted her heart a little, but even if it didn’t, she was still so damn hard that she would’ve let you touch her anyway.

“I’m sure. Can we just… take it slow?”

You smiled reassuringly and nodded your head, twisting your whole body to face her as your hand moved to rest on her knee once again. “Of course we can,” you said quietly, scooting a little closer. “Is a kiss okay to start?”

Quinn’s breath hitched in her throat and she could feel her cheeks burning as she nodded her head, suddenly all the more desperate for your touch.

You leaned in slowly, reaching a hand up to cup her cheek. You brushed a strand of hair behind her ear delicately and asked, “Have you ever kissed somebody before, baby?”

God, she practically melted at that, but she tried her best to keep her composure.

She nodded stiffly, swallowing her nerves. “Y-yeah… once. But it was a short kiss… didn’t last for very long.”

You hummed in understanding, grateful that she wasn’t flying completely blind here. Your tongue darted out subconsciously to wet your lips as you leaned in impossibly close. “Okay, baby. You just follow my lead then, alright?”

As soon as she nodded her understanding, you let your eyes flutter shut and leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you. You felt fireworks pop in your belly as you kissed her, relishing the way her soft lips moved against your own – cautiously at first, but then with growing confidence as the seconds passed.

‘Oh my God,’ Quinn thought to herself, keeping her Bible firmly pressed down against her lap to hide her erection. ‘If I cum from just her kissing me I’m never gonna be able to face her again…’

After a few seconds you ran your tongue along her bottom lip, requesting entry. The soft gasp she let out allowed it, and you slipped your tongue in her mouth, massaging it against hers.

Quinn moaned softly and you took that as a sign to trail your hand up from her knee to around her mid thigh, pushing her dress up a little. Noticing that she wasn’t touching you back, you peeked one eye open and saw that she was still holding on to the Bible in her lap, clutching it so hard her knuckles were turning white.

You pulled away, chuckling softly at the way she chased your lips when you did so. She almost pouted at you, big hazel eyes silently asking why you’d stopped kissing her. You smiled, quirking an eyebrow playfully and nodding to the book in her lap. “You know you can touch me, right?” You asked teasingly. “Lose the book, baby…”

Before Quinn could even react, you reached down and grabbed the Bible out of her hands, leaning over to set it on her nightstand. She let out a noise that was somewhere between a yelp and a squeal as her hands flew down to cover her erection, but it was too late – you had seen it.

Your eyes were wide with shock, jaw dropped open as you tried to comprehend just what you were seeing. You swallowed thickly before looking up at Quinn, all the questions you had for her dying in your throat the second you saw the tears glimmering in her eyes. You instantly reached out and placed your hand on her upper back, rubbing soothing circles. “Hey, hey, Quinn, don’t cry…” you said softly.

She sniffled, bottom lip trembling as she shook her head. “I-I’m sorry,” she choked out. “I should’ve told you sooner. Y-you don’t have to touch me anymore if you don’t want to…”

That broke your heart.

You clicked your tongue dismissively and moved to wrap an arm around her shoulders, tugging her into your side. “Oh, baby…” you began softly, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple. “You have nothing to be sorry about. And I absolutely still want to touch you, this doesn’t change anything. I still want to make you feel good, pretty girl…”

Quinn whined softly at that, reaching up to wipe at the few tears that had spilled. She nodded her head. “O-okay… I want that, too…” she admitted. Part of her still wanted to curl up under the covers and die of embarrassment, but she had to admit that the idea of you jerking her cock until she cums all over herself sounded much more appealing.

You smirked at that, leaning in to rasp out against her ear, “Then let me pick up right where I left off…”

You leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips before moving on to her jawline and eventually her neck. She let out a shuddering breath, her pretty hazel eyes fluttering closed as she relished the feeling of your lips against her skin.

You moved one hand to rest on her knee, and one hand to rest on her waist, wanting as much contact with her as physically possible while still leaving her wanting more.

Experimentally, she reached out and rested her hand on your waist, and you rewarded her bravery by nipping at her pulse point in a way that made her whine deliciously.

“Y/N, please…” she begged, not even really sure of what she was asking for.

You hummed, starting to leave little love bites along the side of her neck that you knew she’d have to try and cover up with her hair before going downstairs for dinner. “Please what, baby?” You murmured. “You need to tell me what you want. I can’t give it to you if you don’t ask for it…”

“Please touch me…” she specified, cheeks turning red. God, this was so humiliating for her. She’d taken it upon herself to found a fucking celibacy club at her high school and now here she was begging for a handjob from a girl she just met.

But apparently you didn’t sympathize.

Instead, you chuckled in a way that felt almost cruel to her, your hand slipping underneath her dress (which stopped no more than two inches above her knee) and trailing about halfway up her bare thigh. “I am touching you, angel…” You teased.

Quinn whined pathetically and threw her head back, her face screwing together in a way that had you wondering if she was actually about to cry. “Y/N, please, you know what I mean…” she tried, thighs spreading apart as if that would be enough to convince you to actually do something.

You had to bite back a laugh at her desperation as you thought to yourself, ‘God, I really am having too much fun with this…’

“No, I don’t know what you mean,” you shook your head, offering her an innocent, confused look that you both knew was bullshit. “Can you use your words and tell me, baby? What exactly is it that you want me to do.”

She bit her lip, her face heating up in embarrassment as she mumbled, “I-I want you to touch me… down there.” She nodded subtly to her crotch, almost ashamed at how desperate she was.

“Oh, yeah? You want me to touch you down there?” You asked sultrily, hand scaling further up her thigh as you nibbled at the shell of her ear. “You want me to touch your cock?”

A soft whimper fell from her lips, and for a second there you wondered if she was legitimately about to cream her pants. But she seemingly managed not to, instead nodding her head fiercely. Still, you weren’t satisfied.

“Say it,” you demanded. “Use your words, Quinn. Tell me you want me to touch your cock.”

“I want you to touch my cock!” She cried out, eyes widening a little in fear as she remembered that both her parents and yours were downstairs.

You, however, didn’t seem concerned by that fact, instead smirking wickedly and husking out a ‘good girl’ in her ear before trailing your hand up the remainder of her thigh until your fingertips brushed over the bulge in her panties.

She let out a soft whimper, hips jerking at the slightest touch. Fueled by her reaction, you began rubbing the palm of your hand over her clothed length, which was enough to have her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Fuck! Fuck, please, Y/N!” She begged desperately, causing the corners of your lips to curl upwards in sick satisfaction.

“Do you want me to take your panties off, baby?” You asked, your voice calm and quiet, a complete contrast to Quinn’s shrill desperation.

She nodded furiously and sputtered, “P-please! Please take them off…”

Unable to hold yourself back for any longer, you bunched Quinn’s dress up around her waist and slipped your fingers underneath the hem of her panties before tugging them down her legs. Rather than discarding them instantly, you held the article of clothing out in front of you and smirked. They were exactly the kind you’d expected she’d be wearing – soft, baby pink cotton with a little red bow in the center of the hemline.

You rubbed the wet spot in the fabric between your fingertips, chuckling at the slick feeling of her precum against your skin. You shot her a knowing look. “Someone’s excited…”

Quinn’s cheeks turned ruby red at your observation, and she was quick to cast her gaze down at her lap to avoid making eye contact. But of course, the sight of her painfully hard cock standing tall and proud between her spread thighs only served as a cruel reminder that there was no hiding the way you were making her feel.

You gripped her chin between your fingers gently and tilted her head up, making her look at you. To her surprise, you leaned in and pressed the sweetest kiss to the tip of her nose, something that somehow made her blush harder than the fact that she was completely naked from the waist down.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” You asked in a whisper, and for a second Quinn found herself thinking that you’d be able to worm your way into her heart just as easily as you’d wormed your way into her pants.

“I-I… you’re beautiful, too…” the blonde whispered before thinking to herself, ‘God, I have no idea what I’m doing…’

Luckily for her, you found her shyness charming, and just chuckled at her awkward attempt to return the compliment. “Thank you, sweet girl.” Your gaze traveled down her body and back up again slowly, and you bit your lip for a second before asking, “Are you absolutely sure about this? Don’t be afraid to say no to me, I won’t be upset.”

She just nodded. “I’m sure… God, I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

You snickered softly, placing your hand on her bare thigh and rubbing gentle circles as you leaned in until you were only centimeters from her lips. “Okay, baby. You just tell me if you want me to stop or do something differently. You’re in charge here, even if it may not seem like it…”

Again, she just nodded.

Having gained her permission, you slowly leaned in and locked your lips with hers again, stealing the air right out of her lungs. At the same time, your hand trailed further and further up her thigh. Part of you was teasing her on purpose, but the other part of you was just trying to take it slow and enjoy your time with her, as you knew that once you actually got your hands on her she’d be cumming and overstimulated in three minutes, tops.

Quinn, however, wasn’t feeling as patient. She whined quietly against your lips, hips bucking and squirming in desperate need of some relief, and she was mere seconds away from just breaking down in tears and begging.

Trying to save herself some humiliation, she whispered one little word against your lips. “Please…”

Finally, you caved, wrapping your fingers around her stiff cock slowly and dragging the pad of your thumb over her leaking tip.

A guttural moan fell from Quinn’s lips, her hips bucking into your touch desperately. You snickered, taking your free hand and grabbing her hip in a silent order to stay still. She whined in protest, but you weren’t letting up on her that easily.

You leaned in to kiss her neck, trailing up her jaw until you were nipping at her earlobe. “Does that feel good, baby?” You husked out, beginning to stroke up and down very slowly.

“Yes!” Quinn moaned out, her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyebrows knitted together at the burning hot waves of pleasure lapping over her. “C-can you please go a little faster?”

You let out a sound between a scoff and a laugh and shook your head. “No, not yet. If I go any faster you’re gonna cum all over yourself…”

The blonde whined in both humiliation and disappointment as you denied her plea, but she knew better than to push it. She felt incredibly lucky to have you touching her at all, even if you were giving her the world’s most maddeningly slow handjob.

Quinn closed her eyes and did her best to savor your touch for the next few seconds until, out of nowhere, you let go of her cock and pulled back from her neck to sit up a little straighter. Her eyes flew open, her stomach dropping at the loss of sensation. But before she could even protest, you leaned your head down over her lap until your lips were just centimeters away from the tip of her penis and spit on it, the saliva slowly dripping down her shaft.

“W-what are you doing – oh my God!” Quinn interrupted herself, her jaw going slack in sheer ecstasy as you grabbed her cock again and began to jerk her off, much faster this time. She suddenly understood your reasoning for doing something as obscene as spitting on her dick, as the lubrication it provided made the whole experience even more enjoyable.

It had been maybe two minutes since you started touching her and Quinn was already on the brink of an orgasm. She leaned back on her bed, holding herself upright with her arms and grabbing fistfuls of her quilt to ground herself as she worried she might float straight up to heaven if she didn’t. Her hips pumped upward with each stroke of your hand, her balls heavy and swollen with years of pent up sexual frustration that was ready to be released any moment now. But her face was the best part – eyebrows knitted together at the pleasure, cheeks flushed from the sweat she was working up, and her mouth dropped open in sheer ecstasy.

“Mmmm… I-I think I’m close!” Quinn warned, feeling the coil of white hot pleasure winding tighter and tighter in her lower belly. Her balls tingled, drawing close up to her body as she squirmed restlessly, desperate for her release.

You, however, were having too much fun to let it all be over so soon. “Not yet, angel…” you murmured, ignoring the soreness you were starting to feel in your wrist. “Just hold on a little longer, okay? You can do that for me, right baby?”

Quinn whimpered pathetically at your request, but nodded nonetheless, well aware that you held the key to all her pleasure at this point.

Satisfied with that answer, you smirked and mumbled a sultry, “Good girl,” before leaning in and leaving open mouthed kisses along the side of her neck.

“Just think of all the fun things we can do together…” you whispered, nibbling at her pulse point. “If you’re a good girl and you treat me right, maybe I’ll even let you fuck me for real.”

Quinn moaned loudly before clamping one hand over her mouth. “F-fuck, you can’t just… say that,” she breathed out, goosebumps breaking out all over her whole body as she imagined what it would feel like to actually fuck your pussy.

“Why not?” You demanded, giggling mischievously. “Don’t you like the thought of that? It’d feel way better than just my hand. Hot and wet and tight… that ought to give you something to look forward to.”

That mental image was more than enough to push Quinn over her limit. “Oh my God, I’m gonna cum!” She cried out, toes curling as her cock twitched violently, threatening to spill absolutely everywhere. “Please… please, Y/N, you have to let me cum. I-I can’t hold it anymore!”

Rather than give her your express permission, you simply gave Quinn a wicked smirk before slowly leaning down over her lap and carefully taking the first few inches of her cock in your mouth, continuing to stroke the rest with your hand.

Quinn’s orgasm hit her like a truck, waves of almost nauseating pleasure crashing over her as her body contorted almost unnaturally. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out the most pathetic sounding coo in the world, her entire face and neck flushed red.

“C-cumming!” She choked out, but just before any semen actually spilled out of her, you pulled her out of your mouth and started stroking her cock again, causing her to cum all over herself and her nice Sunday dress.

She let out a moan of both pleasure and alarm as she watched the creamy explosion arc through the air before splattering all over the front of her dress, leaving her drenched in both shame and the product of her ecstasy.

Too spent to even complain, Quinn’s eyes just flickered between you and the new stain on her dress, jaw slack as she tried to catch her breath. You snickered at the look on her face. “Sorry, baby, but I’m not gonna let you cum in my mouth before you even take me on a date,” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “What kind of girl do you think I am?”

Before Quinn could even formulate a response to that, her mother’s voice echoed from downstairs. “Quinn, Y/N, dinner’s ready!”

Her eyes widened in panic as she looked down at her ruined outfit before looking back up at you. You just laughed softly and shook your head. “Aw, you poor thing. You’re gonna have to change out of that pretty dress…” your voice made it clear that you weren’t sorry at all.

Quinn watched in awe as you walked over to the door, about to go downstairs without her like nothing had even happened. But before you did, you turned back around, licking the remnants of her cum off of your hand before saying, “I’ll tell everybody you spilled a glass of water on your dress and had to change. You have five minutes.”

With that, you walked out of her room and closed the door behind you, leaving her alone with her softening cock and her thoughts. And when her eyes drifted to the Bible lying on her nightstand, she found herself thinking, ‘Forgive me God, but I may have just found a new religion…’

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