Quinn wakes up with a smile on her face. They've been living together for a few months now, but it still makes her so happy to wake up in his arms every morning. He's snoring lightly and she shakes her head - it's one of the few less charming sides of him. She wants nothing more than to just lie in this bed with him forever, though - even if it means having to listen to his snoring the entire time. She leans in for a soft kiss, careful not to wake him up, before she makes her way to the bathroom.
She's getting ready for the day when a sleepy Tiago comes into the bathroom and wraps his arms around her waist. "What are you doing?" he asks, kissing her neck. "It's Tuesday. Our classes don't start until 10."
Quinn is distracted by the magic of his lips kissing her skin and the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her. She turns around and cups his cheek, looking him deep in the eye. "I love you so fucking much, Santiago Lopez," she says softly before kissing him fully on the lips. "But I was going to get some studying done before class. My plan was to head over to the library, because I just know how your sexiness distracts me."
He grins cheekily, but can't hide his blush. "Maybe you could do with some distraction? You've been studying so hard lately, I'm worrying a little. And don't tell me you have a studying schedule to stick to - I've seen it and you're miles ahead of what you've planned. So why don't you stay in until you have to leave for class, and allow yourself to be fully distracted?"
Quinn bites her lip. "That sounds really tempting." She rests her hands on his shoulders and moves them all over his body, rubbing his skin as she presses her hips into his. She slips her hands inside his pants and palms his ass. He sucks in a breath. "And you are looking really good," she says, her own breath hitched now. "So I might just take you up on that offer." She kisses him again.
Tiago moans into her mouth and starts moving towards the bedroom, pulling on her hand so she'll go along with him. They stumble their way to the bed. "One condition, though," Quinn says in between kisses.
Tiago frowns. "Anything," he says, not sure where this is going. "Because baby, I really need you right now."
Quinn grins devilishly. "My one condition is that I get to be on top," she explains, using her sexiest voice.
"Sweet baby Jesus," Tiago mutters, letting himself fall down on the bed. Quinn crawls on top of him, planting her knees next to his hips. Her fingers soon find the waistband of his pants and she pulls them down eagerly. Tiago waists no time pulling her shirt over her head. He starts tugging at her panties and she quickly gets rid of them.
He cups her breasts, squeezing them lightly. She leans in to kiss him again, his hands still fondling her chest. She can feel her nipples hardening against the palms of his hands. When she lies down on top of him, she can feel his dick reacting similarly. Her breaths are getting shorter, he moans into her mouth. Quinn slips her hand between their bodies and palms his dick, which is throbbing by now. She works him until he's rock hard, at which point she lets go of him. He moans in protest, but she shuts him up with a passionate kiss, even biting his lip lightly.
Quinn grabs Tiago's wrists and holds them together above his head. He throws his head back, complying willingly. Quinn lets go of his wrists with one hand to guide his dick into her soaking wet pussy. He lifts his hips, entering her with a bold stroke. Quinn, taken by surprise, catches her breath and drops her head on his chest. She thoroughly enjoys being full of Tiago. He pumps into her gently at first, but soon he picks up the pace.
She kisses him, first on the lips, then all over his face. She moves along with him and is forced to let go of his hands. She groans when he immediately puts them to good use by rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb. He uses his other hand to grab one of her breasts and move it to his mouth. She shifts a little to get comfortable. He sucks on her nipple and now moves both hands to her ass, squeezing it softly as he keeps pounding into her.
"Oh god," she moans. "Fuck, I'm getting close!"
He lets go of her breast and catches his breath. His veins are protruding, his face is red, he's sweating - and it's all so damn sexy. Her walls clamp around his dick, sucking it in, trapping it down. The friction is delicious. He's using so much strength that his balls are slapping her skin, but she loves it. She loses all control over her body - including her vocal cords - when she can feel him exploding inside of her, filling her up with his cum. The orgasm is intense for both of them, but very enjoyable.
When they've both come down from their high, Quinn slumps down on top of Tiago. He moves to pull out of her, but she stops him. She draws lazy patterns on his chest, he plays with her sticky hair. They keep silent for a while, just enjoying the company.
Tiago is the first to speak. "So, are you doing anything after class?"
Quinn has to think for a moment - her mind is still blown. "I don't think so. What day is it again?"
Tiago grins proudly. "That good, huh?"
Quinn blushes. "Don't let it get to your head."
"Tuesday," he smiles. "It's Tuesday today, and you have about an hour to get ready for class. So, doing anything after?"
"I'm meeting up with Ashley here to study after classes, but we can meet for lunch. You're working tonight, right?"
"No, I had to switch my shift. You might want me to get my dick outside of you for the next part."
Quinn quirks an eyebrow and lets him pull out of her. "That doesn't sound good. What's going on?"
Tiago blushes and looks away. "You're gonna hate this, but I'm meeting up with Vicky for an assignment."
Quinn doesn't seem impressed at all. "Vicky? Since when are you two so cozy."
He sighs, annoyed. "She insisted on it, I thought - what the hell. It's just a name. You know we're just friends."
"Yeah, and you know she wants to be much more than that," Quinn says through gritted teeth. "That first time I met her, and she told me to enjoy my stud when she left, I thought she'd come around. But honestly, she hasn't proven that she got the point. Every single time I've met her, she's been all over you. She's a total bitch for disrespecting our relationship like that. How is it that that doesn't bother you?" She can feel herself getting worked up in her anger.
"I just don't get the big fucking deal, okay? You know I'm not into her and I never will be. Why can't you trust me?" He's clearly irritated.
"It's not about trust," Quinn says, frustration lacing her voice. She feels like they've been saying the same things on the subject over and over. "It's about respect. She doesn't respect you because she doesn't respect that you have a relationship. And honestly, that should bother you more than it seems to do."
"So you think I like having her all over me?"
"You sure don't seem to stop her! I mean, why is she still doing this? She knows we're together, she even has a boyfriend!"
"I just don't get you, Quinn. We're happy together. Do you trust me or not?"
"Of course I do," Quinn says, closing her eyes. "I know you won't cheat on me. I just don't like you spending time with her. It's her I don't trust."
"She's not going to rape me, you know. You and I, we're happy," Tiago says again. "Why are you letting her come between that?"
"I'm not!" Quinn says exasperatedly. "You are. You can just stop meeting up with her, you know. It's not hard. You have other friends. For such a smart guy you can be really fucking dense."
"Stop right there," Tiago says, his voice strained. "This is me, remember? Tiago. Your Tiago. No need to insult me, because I won't have it. I love you. You're the only one for me. I won't stop being friends with someone just because you say so, though. I can still make my own choices."
"So you choose not to care about my feelings?" she asks, genuinely hurt.
He sighs. "I do care about your feelings. That doesn't mean I have to do everything you say. If you feel so strongly about it, I'm all for making clear once again that I'm off limits. We can go to a karaoke bar, like we've been meaning to, with all of our friends. You and I, we can do a duet, like a song all about love. Get lost in the song, in each other. Make it clear to her that it's you and me against the world. Or I can sing the song that I wrote for you."
Quinn licks her lips. "You wrote me a song? What song?"
He smiles. "Just wait and see."
Quinn sighs. "It's a nice idea, the karaoke bar. And we'll definitely do it. But it won't be enough to get the message across. We've tried being subtle. We've tried not being subtle. She clearly doesn't want to get the point. We make out in front of her, but she still doesn't give up. Why do you not just tell her you can't be friends with her when she's so clearly into you?"
Tiago reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind Quinn's ear. His voice is very quiet when he finally explains. "I don't want to stop being friends with someone, just because they're in love with me. That's exactly what I was so scared of back when we were just friends. I was so scared that if you ever knew how I felt, you'd stop being friends with me. I don't want to do it to someone else."
"Fuck," Quinn says. What can she say to that? "I understand. But you have to know that this is really hurting me. And I'm sick of fighting about it. The thing is, you always respected me. If you had disrespected me by acting the way she is while I was in a relationship, it'd be a different story. Tell me, baby - if you had told me you loved me and I'd have said I was sorry, but I was in love with someone else, what would you have done?"
Tiago lets out a long breath. "It would have broken my heart. I don't think I could have dealt with us being friends anymore. The idea of you with anyone else… no. I couldn't have done that."
"If Victoria was really in love with you, she would respect you. And she'd be too hurt by the sight of us to be around you. But she doesn't care. She's not in love with you, baby. She just wants you because you're a stud," Quinn winks.
"Even if that's true, does it mean I have to stop being her friend?"
Quinn notices how stubborn he's being. There's only one way to fix this. "I think it means you have to choose between her and me. I can't keep doing this, can't keep feeling this way."
Tiago rolls his eyes and doesn't miss a beat. "Of course I choose you, Quinn. But I really don't appreciate this kind of manipulation. It was the first and the last time you've pulled this."
Quinn watches him as he gets up from the bed. He turns around and she can see in his eyes that he is hurt. "I'm your boyfriend, Quinn. I'm not some puppet to play with. And you really hurt me by treating me that way."
"Tiago…" she tries, her voice thin. Her eyes well up as she realizes that she made a mistake. "Tiago, don't… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just… do you really care for her so much?"
He chuckles humorlessly. "This isn't about Victoria, Quinn. It's about the principle, about the idea behind it. You're using my love for you against me. How is that for respecting our relationship? Using it as a bargaining chip to get your way with me?"
Quinn has a lump in her throat. "I… I don't know what to say."
He shakes his head. "Guess there had to be some of your father in you, and I should've known it would turn up sooner or later."
Quinn feels the sting of his words. "Don't compare me with my dad!"
He disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Quinn can just about punch herself. She gets up and knocks on the door. "Can I text you about lunch?"
He opens the door. "You know, you should just do what you want."
She takes his hand and kisses him. He doesn't kiss her back, but he doesn't pull away either. "Just come lie down with me. I'm sorry," Quinn whispers.
Tiago frowns, almost as if he only realizes this now. "I'm not sure I want to right now, Quinn."