Bruce
Q: San, what are you up to tonight?
Me: getn my shark on. u?
Q: Really? What are we, 12? Lol
Me: bitch plz. dnt b h8n on my shark lovin. ur jus jelly.
Me: come ovr if ur up 4 it blondie. i prmse not 2 disappnt ;)
Me: duh nuh. duh nuh. duh duh duh nuhhhhh.
With that last text to Quinn, I settle back into my position on the couch and click play for the next show to start on my DVR list. Shark week is always my favorite time of year and no one is going to get in the way of me watching it. Hell, I even baked shark cupcakes and made bloody water drinks to celebrate this shit. I feel that it should be a national holiday because of its pure awesomeness.
Before long, I hear a car door slam and then a knock on my door. I open the door and smirk when I see you standing before me. "Couldn't resist the call, could ya, Q?" I ask with a smirk. You breeze past me and head towards the living room, producing a bottle of alcohol with you as a peace offering. "Make yourself at home, Q," I tell you as I settle back into my position on the couch. So you go to the kitchen bring out two tumblers to go with the alcohol you brought. My kinda girl.
"Let's make this shark viewing a little fun," you say. I shrug and wait for you to continue because I'm curious to see how you can improve shark week. "Let's make this into a drinking game. There are nine things that we drink to and it goes like this:
Anytime someone is referred to as a "shark expert" – 2 sips
Begin drinking when any shark becomes air born and don't stop until it is all the way back in the water
Anyone speaks with an Australian accents – 2 sips
Someone gives advice on how to survive a shark attack – 2 sips
Anytime you hear the jaws theme music – 3 sips
Reenactment of an attack – 2 sips
Someone dies – finish your drink in their honor
Anyone gets submerged in a steel cage – 3 sips
You see a shark caught or trapped – 2 sips
Sound simple enough?" you ask me after finishing the rules. I think about it for a moment and then agree to it because I can already tell that there is going to be a whole lot of drinking involved and a drunken Quinn is a very touchy feely Quinn.
Not even fifteen minutes into the first show that we're watching and I can already feel myself becoming quickly smashed. I sneak a glance over towards you and see that your face is completely flushed, which I find utterly adorable on you. "Hey Q," I say, causing you to shift your eyes towards me as you try to continue drinking until the shark falls back into the water. "How about we shake this shit up a bit? Keep on drinking, but this time, instead of drinking for rule number three, we shed a piece of clothing. How's that sound?"
You've finally stopped chugging your drink and think over my proposition. "Okay, let's do it. But, it should be more like a challenge; I'll strip for number three and you strip for number 4. That way, whoever is naked first has to do whatever the winner says. Deal?"
"Deal, Fabray. You're so going down! Now, let's start a new show and go from there," I say, proclaiming that this way it'll be fair to both parties. But also because I know that the next show lined up has a whole lot of people with Australian accents.
Not even five minutes have passed in the show and you're already lounging across the couch with only your bra and matching lace panties on. Two things are running through my mind: those lace panties look phenomenal on your ass; and that they would look even better on the floor by the couch. I'm letting my mind run rampant with the thoughts of what I would do to you that I miss someone giving advice on how to survive a shark attack, which is my cue to strip. But it's a two for one deal because the person giving it has an Australian accent, so that means you have to strip as well. I pull off my gym shorts that I was wearing, leaving me clad in a pair of boyshorts, a long sleeved tee and bra. You decide to shimmy out of your panties, leaving only your bra on. I groan at the feel of your long, bare legs skimming across my shoulders as your drop your panties in my lap.
"I think it's safe to say that you won, S. Unless you'd like to continue on with this foreplay?" Fuck, the way you've taken charge of this whole night since you first texted me is such a turn on. I start to turn around to answer you, but you quickly stop me saying, "Rule change. I decide what happens next. So strip and then on your knees," you say, adding a "please," almost as an afterthought. I obey your command, feeling wetness slide down my leg already, betraying how turned on I really am.
I see you get up from the couch out of the corner of my eye and watch as you sashay into the kitchen. All I can think of is how badly I want to slap that ass until it turns red as I devour you while you ride my face. I'm still thinking these thoughts when you come back from the kitchen, but I do notice that you finally shed your bra. As I gaze at your breasts, licking my lips with want, I don't realize how close you've gotten to me until you're sliding ice cubes across my own nipples, causing them to become rock hard. You bring the ice cubes down my body, making me shiver, from anticipation of where you'll end or the cold, I'm not sure.
When you finally reach the destination I was hoping you'd get to, you grab a blue popsicle out of the cooler that I had missed when you first brought it. I start to ask what you're going to do with that, but I quickly shut my mouth when you place it in yours before running it across my body. But this time, instead of just dragging the popsicle down my body like you did with the ice cubes, you run it down yours as well, offering my the popsicle as well to suck occasionally.
Just when I don't think I can handle the foreplay any longer, you surprise me again, this time by bringing out Bad Dragon's Bruce the Shark dildo. I had only researched it and had never seen it in person. The fact that you had it shocked the hell out of me and turned me on even more, if that was possible. I had read all the reviews on Bruce and seeing him in front of me had me excited to try him out.
"Do you want to try it first, watch me or try together?" you ask. I figure I rather watch you use it first so I can see how it's done, so I say as much. "But I want to try with you before you cum," I say. You hum in agreement before sliding the first clasper into your pussy. I can tell that the girth is huge from the moans and sighs you make as you ride up and down the shaft. While watching you use Bruce, I play with my clit, bringing myself closer to the edge so that way when I finally join you on Bruce, we'll both cross the edge together.
Soon you're motioning for me to join you on Bruce, so I hurriedly do so. Even though I saw your reaction when you went down on the clasper, I'm still not prepared for the sensation that I feel when I start to slide up and down. It's not long before both of us are reaching the edge and falling fast into hard orgasms; the sensations that I feel from Bruce, mixed with the touching that we're doing to each other, pushes me over the edge in one big orgasm, followed by multiple little ones.
As I slowly ease myself off of Bruce and then help slide it out of you, I say "Damn, Q. I didn't know you knew about Bruce."
You look at me and chuckle, "You're not the only one who gets excited about shark week, S." Well hot damned. This shark week has completely surpassed all expectations!
A/N: Well, I didn't get this in time for #sharkweek on the east coast, but hey! It's still #sharkweek somewhere, right? Lol Can yinge tell that I love me some #sharkweek? It's all over my instragram if you haven't lol anywho, on to the reviews from chapter eleven!
Guest: thanks for thinking that that oneshot was hot!
Clover27: lol I try to get better every day. It's the reviews I get from you guys that helps…and okay. I could totally see that working as a prompt. Lemme add it to my prompt list.
Fabray-lopez: thank you! I love all of my chapters too! But I guess I'm partial because they're my babies ha
S. Warrior: lol yeaaa. I was feeling a little titanic-y there when I wrote that part of the oneshot. And a burlesque!Quinn and RichAdmirer!Santana? hmms, I have not thought about that, but I shall add it to my list and give it a good ol' college try!
Until next time my little sluts, stay slutty! ;) xxs
Oh, and if you're curious, the dildo that they used? It's real. That's the name and seller of it. Check it out for some kinky shit.