A/N: For those wondering - yes, there'll be a second part to "Sleep Sex". This is another g!p story, this time with Quinn having the g!p. This one is actually multi-chapter. I've no idea where I'm going with it, I just feel like writing a fluffy, sexy multi-chapter Quinntana story featuring these two in an established relationship. I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to review!
Quinn is sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through her economics book aimlessly. She knows she has to study, but she just really doesn't feel like it. She doesn't like the subject – it's just a total bore.
She smiles when she feels Santana's arms wrap around her from behind. Her smiles goes even wider when Santana pulls up the hem of her shirt and lets her hand flutter over her abs. Quinn leans back as Santana kisses her neck.
"Baby, you're distracting me," Quinn whines softly without actually complaining. She can't lie – Santana's lips feel damn good on the nape of her neck. And her neck. And around her ear. And her tongue licking her ear lobe combined with the hot air of her breath tickling her skin makes her pants painfully tight.
Involuntarily, Quinn turns around and grabs Santana's neck, pulling her down for a deep kiss. After all these months of being together, the feeling of Santana's tongue massaging hers still makes her stomach flutter. Santana breaks the kiss to take off Quinn's shirt completely.
"I have to study," Quinn reluctantly says.
Santana smiles devilishly. "Well, we could always study biology. It's very important."
Quinn grins. "I love your way of thinking." She then stands up and takes off Santana's sexy as fuck top (which makes her tits look so deliciously good). They stumble to the living room, Santana's nimble fingers working on Quinn's belt, then yanking down her pants.
Quinn has now taken off Santana's bra as well and is palming her tits, kissing a path from her neck to her nipples. Quinn, wearing only her boxer shorts, takes off Santana's pants and panties before pushing her on the couch.
They're still kissing, not worried in the least about getting caught. Santana's parents are never home anyway – and right now, they're visiting her aunt, which always keep them away until the early hours of morning. Even in the middle of the week.
Quinn groans into the kiss when Santana cups her hard-on through her boxers. Santana moves her hands around Quinn's hips and up her back to unclasp her bra and throw it behind her. She leans up to wrap her full lips around Quinn's nipple, causing her girlfriend to buck into her. They both moan at the friction and decide simultaneously that the thin layer of fabric needs to go.
Right now.
They get rid of it and by the time she's naked, Quinn is panting. Her erection is throbbing, dying to pound Santana's pussy. Santana smiles proudly when she sees how hard Quinn is. She wraps her fingers around it and starts jerking Quinn off. Quinn gasps and groans, then slides her hand between them and rubs Santana's clit.
Both girls are now dying for more. Quinn whimpers each time Santana rounds the head of her dick and finally, Quinn can't take it anymore. She pries Santana's fingers off her dick and brings her wrists together above her head, locking them together in a firm grip. She uses her other hand to guide her dick inside Santana.
They both sigh in contentment when Quinn sinks inside easily – Santana is incredibly wet and wide for her. Before long, Quinn starts pounding into her, building up a steady rhythm. She tenses her ass and thighs, uses her hamstrings to give more strength.
Santana is wet, warm and throbbing around her dick.
"Baby, baby, baby," Quinn mutters softly. She has a habit of talking during sex. Santana doesn't mind. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby."
"Keep going," Santana breathes out. Quinn leans down to kiss her neck and their nipples are touching. "Fuck, go – harder – YES!"
Quinn builds up her pace gradually, using all her strength to blow Santana's pussy. Her dick is hard and wet and Santana is so, so tight around her. Santana grabs her ass to push her into her and Quinn can feel her walls closing in around her.
"Baby," Quinn whines. "Fuck, Santana."
Suddenly, Quinn hears a car stop on the driveway. A door close. Footsteps.
Santana heard it, too. "Don't stop," she begs, lifting her hips. "I'm so close."
Quinn's is still pumping in and out of her, unable to stop herself. She's so close as well, Santana feels so good, her pussy sucking in her dick, but they can't get caught.
When she hears the front door open, she pulls out, much to Santana's protest. At full speed, she gathers their clothes. "Come on, Santana, they can't catch us naked."
They run to the kitchen, close the door and get dressed quickly. Quinn opens her economics book at a random page and Santana slumps down on the chair next to her.
They're both sweaty, they both smell like sex. Quinn's erection is still raging in her pants.
"I don't fucking get it," Santana mutters frustratedly as they hear her parents enter the living room. "They're never home this early. They're not supposed to be home this early. I mean, they'd go straight from work."
Then, the kitchen door opens.
"Hi, kids!" Alicia Lopez says distractedly as she walks to the fridge.
"I thought you were going to see aunt Sandra?" Santana asks.
"Yes, but Alessandra and Joe are both on call and they got called in. They took their colleague's shifts, but didn't even get the time to explain why. We agreed to go back on Friday – they're off on Friday night."
That makes Santana smile. "Hey, mom, is it okay if Quinn stays over on Friday?"
Alicia shrugs. "If Judy's okay with it, I don't see why not."
"Great," Santana beams. "We're going upstairs now, though, we can't concentrate with you guys around."
As soon as they're inside Santana's bedroom, they lock the door and lose the clothes to finish what they started. Within the minute, Quinn is inside Santana, their mouths pressed together in a sloppy kiss to muffle their moans. Santana digs her nails in Quinn's ass, urging her to go harder. Quinn's head drops on the pillow and her movements become erratic, uncoordinated. She's all the way inside Santana, to the hilt, when she comes first. Feeling Quinn's hot seed spurting into her fastens Santana's orgasm and soon, she's trapping Quinn's dick as she comes hard.
They're both panting, gulping in the air around them. Quinn goes soft inside Santana and then pulls out. They both whine a little bit at the loss.
Quinn slumps down to cuddle with Santana, who rests her head in the nape of Quinn's neck.
"I think we'll pass biology," Quinn smirks after a while.
"Hm, I'm not sure. Maybe we should study some more," Santana winks, her hand moving down over Quinn's stomach to her dick.
"I can get behind tha-" Quinn doesn't even get to finish her sentence. Instead, she grabs blindly for the box of tissues Santana keeps on her bedside table with a purpose.