Help a Mother Out
Title: Help a Mother Out
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jesse/Quinn
Prompt: Jesse and Quinn meet up again and this time, he fucks her boobs. Bonus points if they leak while he's...you know.
Noted: Can be considered a follow-up to 'Favours'
Quinn groaned as she stepped out of her car in front of Jesse’s house, gingerly pressing a palm against her chest. Her breasts were starting to ache again, filling with milk that had nowhere to go. Making her way to the front door, though, she couldn’t help but smile at the memory of yesterday’s glee club rehearsal.
Rachel had approached Quinn, presumably noticing her stilted movements and the way she kept awkwardly trying to shift her breasts. She’d started in on all sorts of techniques and machines that she’s read about, no doubt trying to be a helpful little know-it-all. In another time and place, Quinn would have reamed her out for thinking she was allowed to talk to her about this at all, let alone while half the club was still packing up. However, she’d just smirked at Rachel and dropped a sarcastic, “Thanks, Man Hands.”
She knew she couldn’t say, “You know what? I’ve got a better solution- your boyfriend just sucks it out of my tits and then we hump like rabbits,” but the knowledge alone was enough to put her in a good mood. So, with a quick, heated glance at Jesse, she’d left school, looking forward to their appointment the next day.
After that first day in the choir room, Quinn had been unable to stop thinking about Jesse. And she knew from the way he leered at her even more than usual that the feeing was mutual. However, she knew damn well she was not taking the chance of getting caught in the choir room again. So a few days later, she’d cornered Jesse on his way out of the school.
“Where’s your boyfriend?”
“Rachel?” He raised an eyebrow, and she couldn’t quite tell if he was unimpressed with her, or amused. “She’s talking to Mr. Schue about a solo. Why? Need a hand, mama?” He didn’t bother to hide the way his eyes combed over her pregnant body.
“You perv,” Quinn laugh harshly. “You made me a promise, St. James,” she said firmly, feeling back on top for the first time since her scandal broke.
Jesse quickly licked his lips and glanced toward the school, “I can’t tonight, I have plans with Rachel.” Quinn’s mood turned quickly, and she opened her mouth to begin a tirade when he continued, “But come over to my house after school tomorrow, if you can wait that long.”
Quinn wasn’t sure she could, but she also knew she would, “What about your uncle?”
“He’s never around,” Jesse shrugged, “we have the place to ourselves.”
Quinn raised one eyebrow, fighting a shiver as his eyes roved over her body once again, “I’ll be there at seven.”
And thus, what was probably the most beneficial relationship Quinn had ever had was born. All it took from her was a passed note in the hall, a whisper after glee, or a text message, if she was feeling desperate enough to disregard secrecy, and Jesse St. James was on his knees in front of her. In the past couple weeks, Quinn had regained her sexual confidence, nothing Rachel Berry said had bothered her because she knew who was really on top, and what was once feared as a painful, humiliating inevitability had turned into a complete turn on. She now found herself almost looking forward to the moment when those two dark spots appeared on the front of her clothing.
“Upstairs, now,” were the harsh words with which Jesse greeted her, taking a moment to check her out before turning towards his room. Quinn followed quickly, feeling her body begin to heat up, waves of desire radiating toward her core. As soon as she shut the bedroom door behind her, she pulled Jesse into a sloppy kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth. She moaned at the feeling of their tongues dueling before he pulled away and attached himself to her neck, sucking at her pulse.
Quinn moved backwards with him until she felt her legs hit the bed. She sat down quickly and spread her legs for him. Some part of her brain pointed out how embarrassingly wanton she was, taking her position like some sort of trained woman, but the rest of her was too turned on to care.
Jesse wasted no time falling to his knees and nestling himself between her legs. He pushed up her maternity top and followed the fabric with his lips- licking her stomach, nipping at her hips, placing hot, open-mouthed kissed on the skin between her breasts.
“Are they full?” He breathed, pulling her top over her head and throwing it to the side. “Are you ready for me?”
“They’re getting there, but they’re not quite as bad today,” Quinn smirked as he undid her bra, thrusting at him until the two were dry humping through their jeans, “you’re gonna have to work for it.”
Jesse took a breast in each hand, palming them firmly and running his thumbs over her nipples. He licked a hot stripe up her chest, over her collarbone, and stopped to suck at the spot where her neck met her shoulder.
“Let me fuck them,” he whispered into her skin.
“What?” Quinn asked breathlessly, grinding against him, unsure if she’d heard anything at all.
Jesse continued up her neck, licking and biting until Quinn shivered at the feeling of his tongue in her ear and he repeated, “Let me fuck them.”
“Fuck- what?” Quinn panted, “Fuck my-”
“Your tits,” Jesse breathed in her ear, “let me fuck your tits.”
Quinn’s brain told her that it was a disgusting idea, yet a shiver ran down her spine, and her hips pumped furiously against Jesse’s covered dick.
“You want to…”
“Fuck your tits,” Jesse groaned into her ear, grinding against her.
“Why?” Quinn gasped, still trying to make sense of the idea in her head.
“Look at them,” Jesse laugh, letting out a puff of air and pulling back, “they’re so round, and so fucking big. They’re practically begging for it.”
Quinn couldn’t deny the wave of lust that rolled through her body at his words, or the way her already stiff nipples hardened painfully. And really, once you’d let another girl’s boyfriend drink from your tits, was there really any sort of dignity left to be upheld?
“Okay,” she panted, already moving further back on the bed and lying down, “okay, yes, do it.”
For a moment, Jesse’s dark eyes widened, the only sign of surprise that he let slip. But the next second, his confident smirk was back on his face as he slowly rose to his feet and pulled down the zipper on his jeans.
Quinn felt another rush of heat roll over her, a familiar feeling of power and dominance. From what Jesse had told her, Rachel had never seen him naked, never let him do anything more than fondle her over her shirt. And here was Quinn Fabray, Rachel’s worst enemy, reclining on her boyfriend’s bed as he stripped for her. Quinn knew it was sick, but this moment would be playing through her head next time Rachel clung to Jesse’s arm and looked at her with that haughty smirk or- even worse- pity. A chant of, ‘your boyfriend took out his cock for me’ would be running through her head…
She felt the bed dip as Jesse kneeled over her, shuffling up until he was right over her chest. Looking down into her eyes, his gaze intense and unblinking, he took his cock into his hand, stroking it firmly. Quinn didn’t know if it was her desire to take something Rachel hadn’t, or her lust- hell, she didn’t even know if they were two different things anymore- but she found herself reaching up with her right hand, fisting Jesse’s hard dick and slowly pumping him, spreading precum along his shaft.
Jesse smirked down at her, “Well, look at you, mama, helping a boy out.”
“Anything for a friend,” Quinn shot back, relishing the way his eyes fluttered as she swiped her thumb over his head. Without saying anything, his face tense and his eyes screwed shut, he pulled her hand away. Shifting back slightly, he took one breast in each hand, gingerly pushing them closer together.
Opening his eyes, in control once again, Jesse leered at her from her chest, “This should help us along.”
And then, to her horror, Quinn Fabray positively moaned as Jesse spat on her tits. Again he spat at her, lubricating the place where her swollen breasts met, and each time she moaned louder. Yes, her dignity had flown out the window, and she honestly couldn’t bring herself to miss it one bit.
Jesse lined himself up and slowly pushed his cock into the wet space between her breasts, groaning loudly and shutting his eyes as he did so. Quinn was gasping, her hips pumping furiously at empty air.
“Fuck,” Jesse hissed, pulling back and moving in again, squeezing her breasts even closer together.
“Jesse!” Quinn sobbed his name as he began to move in and out faster, his thumbs roughly swiping at her nipples.
“So tight,” Jesse grunted, sliding in top of her, “your fucking tits…”
Quinn tossed her head back and closed her eyes, fisting her hands in her hair. Her hips frantically bucked at the empty space behind him as she moaned continuously, her voice shaking with his movement atop her. He squeezed her breasts ruthlessly, mashing them together as he moved faster and faster on top of her, until she shrieked at a familiar sensation running through her chest.
Jesse looked down and let out a sob at the sight of milk leaking from Quinn. He squeezed harder, the fluids running in between his fingers and down his hands, lubricating the place where his cock was furiously pumping between her tits. Quinn nearly bucked him off, her shrieks filling the house as he moved faster, squeezed harder, moaned louder. The only other sound was the slapping of wet skin on skin, her tits now dripping and his cock soaked in her milk.
Jesse shut his eyes and let out a roar as he came, cum streaming over Quinn’s neck and chin as she threw her head back. He continued pumping, semen shooting at her as he roughly palmed her breasts. Eventually, his erratic movement slowed, and he slid down Quinn’s body until he could lie beside her on the bed, his face buried in her tits. His breathing still harsh, he began lapping at Quinn’s chest, drinking up his cum and her milk in long, flat strokes of his tongue. Quinn, still unfulfilled and on the edge, moaned and fisted her fingers in his hair.
“Fuck,” he breathed in between slow licks, “fuck, Quinn.” She chuckled breathlessly and ran a finger through the mess on her neck. She’d clean up in a minute, but for now she wanted to savour the moment, remember it the next time Rachel pissed her off.
As his breathing finally slowed, Jesse sat up and straddled her again, this time sitting on her thighs. Quinn felt tremors shoot through her body as his long fingers slipped underneath the waistband of her pants, slowly pulling them down.
“What are you…”
“What do you take me for?” Jesse interrupted her, running his hands over her rounded stomach. “You think I’d just get mine and leave you here, all hot and bothered?”
“Maybe,” Quinn smirked, coming back to herself. “Why don’t you prove me wrong?”
Quinn watched Jesse pull down her underwear and lower his head, feeling him breathe his next words against the swollen lips of her cunt.
“Whatever you say, mama.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jesse/Quinn
Prompt: Jesse and Quinn meet up again and this time, he fucks her boobs. Bonus points if they leak while he's...you know.
Noted: Can be considered a follow-up to 'Favours'
Quinn groaned as she stepped out of her car in front of Jesse’s house, gingerly pressing a palm against her chest. Her breasts were starting to ache again, filling with milk that had nowhere to go. Making her way to the front door, though, she couldn’t help but smile at the memory of yesterday’s glee club rehearsal.
Rachel had approached Quinn, presumably noticing her stilted movements and the way she kept awkwardly trying to shift her breasts. She’d started in on all sorts of techniques and machines that she’s read about, no doubt trying to be a helpful little know-it-all. In another time and place, Quinn would have reamed her out for thinking she was allowed to talk to her about this at all, let alone while half the club was still packing up. However, she’d just smirked at Rachel and dropped a sarcastic, “Thanks, Man Hands.”
She knew she couldn’t say, “You know what? I’ve got a better solution- your boyfriend just sucks it out of my tits and then we hump like rabbits,” but the knowledge alone was enough to put her in a good mood. So, with a quick, heated glance at Jesse, she’d left school, looking forward to their appointment the next day.
After that first day in the choir room, Quinn had been unable to stop thinking about Jesse. And she knew from the way he leered at her even more than usual that the feeing was mutual. However, she knew damn well she was not taking the chance of getting caught in the choir room again. So a few days later, she’d cornered Jesse on his way out of the school.
“Where’s your boyfriend?”
“Rachel?” He raised an eyebrow, and she couldn’t quite tell if he was unimpressed with her, or amused. “She’s talking to Mr. Schue about a solo. Why? Need a hand, mama?” He didn’t bother to hide the way his eyes combed over her pregnant body.
“You perv,” Quinn laugh harshly. “You made me a promise, St. James,” she said firmly, feeling back on top for the first time since her scandal broke.
Jesse quickly licked his lips and glanced toward the school, “I can’t tonight, I have plans with Rachel.” Quinn’s mood turned quickly, and she opened her mouth to begin a tirade when he continued, “But come over to my house after school tomorrow, if you can wait that long.”
Quinn wasn’t sure she could, but she also knew she would, “What about your uncle?”
“He’s never around,” Jesse shrugged, “we have the place to ourselves.”
Quinn raised one eyebrow, fighting a shiver as his eyes roved over her body once again, “I’ll be there at seven.”
And thus, what was probably the most beneficial relationship Quinn had ever had was born. All it took from her was a passed note in the hall, a whisper after glee, or a text message, if she was feeling desperate enough to disregard secrecy, and Jesse St. James was on his knees in front of her. In the past couple weeks, Quinn had regained her sexual confidence, nothing Rachel Berry said had bothered her because she knew who was really on top, and what was once feared as a painful, humiliating inevitability had turned into a complete turn on. She now found herself almost looking forward to the moment when those two dark spots appeared on the front of her clothing.
“Upstairs, now,” were the harsh words with which Jesse greeted her, taking a moment to check her out before turning towards his room. Quinn followed quickly, feeling her body begin to heat up, waves of desire radiating toward her core. As soon as she shut the bedroom door behind her, she pulled Jesse into a sloppy kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth. She moaned at the feeling of their tongues dueling before he pulled away and attached himself to her neck, sucking at her pulse.
Quinn moved backwards with him until she felt her legs hit the bed. She sat down quickly and spread her legs for him. Some part of her brain pointed out how embarrassingly wanton she was, taking her position like some sort of trained woman, but the rest of her was too turned on to care.
Jesse wasted no time falling to his knees and nestling himself between her legs. He pushed up her maternity top and followed the fabric with his lips- licking her stomach, nipping at her hips, placing hot, open-mouthed kissed on the skin between her breasts.
“Are they full?” He breathed, pulling her top over her head and throwing it to the side. “Are you ready for me?”
“They’re getting there, but they’re not quite as bad today,” Quinn smirked as he undid her bra, thrusting at him until the two were dry humping through their jeans, “you’re gonna have to work for it.”
Jesse took a breast in each hand, palming them firmly and running his thumbs over her nipples. He licked a hot stripe up her chest, over her collarbone, and stopped to suck at the spot where her neck met her shoulder.
“Let me fuck them,” he whispered into her skin.
“What?” Quinn asked breathlessly, grinding against him, unsure if she’d heard anything at all.
Jesse continued up her neck, licking and biting until Quinn shivered at the feeling of his tongue in her ear and he repeated, “Let me fuck them.”
“Fuck- what?” Quinn panted, “Fuck my-”
“Your tits,” Jesse breathed in her ear, “let me fuck your tits.”
Quinn’s brain told her that it was a disgusting idea, yet a shiver ran down her spine, and her hips pumped furiously against Jesse’s covered dick.
“You want to…”
“Fuck your tits,” Jesse groaned into her ear, grinding against her.
“Why?” Quinn gasped, still trying to make sense of the idea in her head.
“Look at them,” Jesse laugh, letting out a puff of air and pulling back, “they’re so round, and so fucking big. They’re practically begging for it.”
Quinn couldn’t deny the wave of lust that rolled through her body at his words, or the way her already stiff nipples hardened painfully. And really, once you’d let another girl’s boyfriend drink from your tits, was there really any sort of dignity left to be upheld?
“Okay,” she panted, already moving further back on the bed and lying down, “okay, yes, do it.”
For a moment, Jesse’s dark eyes widened, the only sign of surprise that he let slip. But the next second, his confident smirk was back on his face as he slowly rose to his feet and pulled down the zipper on his jeans.
Quinn felt another rush of heat roll over her, a familiar feeling of power and dominance. From what Jesse had told her, Rachel had never seen him naked, never let him do anything more than fondle her over her shirt. And here was Quinn Fabray, Rachel’s worst enemy, reclining on her boyfriend’s bed as he stripped for her. Quinn knew it was sick, but this moment would be playing through her head next time Rachel clung to Jesse’s arm and looked at her with that haughty smirk or- even worse- pity. A chant of, ‘your boyfriend took out his cock for me’ would be running through her head…
She felt the bed dip as Jesse kneeled over her, shuffling up until he was right over her chest. Looking down into her eyes, his gaze intense and unblinking, he took his cock into his hand, stroking it firmly. Quinn didn’t know if it was her desire to take something Rachel hadn’t, or her lust- hell, she didn’t even know if they were two different things anymore- but she found herself reaching up with her right hand, fisting Jesse’s hard dick and slowly pumping him, spreading precum along his shaft.
Jesse smirked down at her, “Well, look at you, mama, helping a boy out.”
“Anything for a friend,” Quinn shot back, relishing the way his eyes fluttered as she swiped her thumb over his head. Without saying anything, his face tense and his eyes screwed shut, he pulled her hand away. Shifting back slightly, he took one breast in each hand, gingerly pushing them closer together.
Opening his eyes, in control once again, Jesse leered at her from her chest, “This should help us along.”
And then, to her horror, Quinn Fabray positively moaned as Jesse spat on her tits. Again he spat at her, lubricating the place where her swollen breasts met, and each time she moaned louder. Yes, her dignity had flown out the window, and she honestly couldn’t bring herself to miss it one bit.
Jesse lined himself up and slowly pushed his cock into the wet space between her breasts, groaning loudly and shutting his eyes as he did so. Quinn was gasping, her hips pumping furiously at empty air.
“Fuck,” Jesse hissed, pulling back and moving in again, squeezing her breasts even closer together.
“Jesse!” Quinn sobbed his name as he began to move in and out faster, his thumbs roughly swiping at her nipples.
“So tight,” Jesse grunted, sliding in top of her, “your fucking tits…”
Quinn tossed her head back and closed her eyes, fisting her hands in her hair. Her hips frantically bucked at the empty space behind him as she moaned continuously, her voice shaking with his movement atop her. He squeezed her breasts ruthlessly, mashing them together as he moved faster and faster on top of her, until she shrieked at a familiar sensation running through her chest.
Jesse looked down and let out a sob at the sight of milk leaking from Quinn. He squeezed harder, the fluids running in between his fingers and down his hands, lubricating the place where his cock was furiously pumping between her tits. Quinn nearly bucked him off, her shrieks filling the house as he moved faster, squeezed harder, moaned louder. The only other sound was the slapping of wet skin on skin, her tits now dripping and his cock soaked in her milk.
Jesse shut his eyes and let out a roar as he came, cum streaming over Quinn’s neck and chin as she threw her head back. He continued pumping, semen shooting at her as he roughly palmed her breasts. Eventually, his erratic movement slowed, and he slid down Quinn’s body until he could lie beside her on the bed, his face buried in her tits. His breathing still harsh, he began lapping at Quinn’s chest, drinking up his cum and her milk in long, flat strokes of his tongue. Quinn, still unfulfilled and on the edge, moaned and fisted her fingers in his hair.
“Fuck,” he breathed in between slow licks, “fuck, Quinn.” She chuckled breathlessly and ran a finger through the mess on her neck. She’d clean up in a minute, but for now she wanted to savour the moment, remember it the next time Rachel pissed her off.
As his breathing finally slowed, Jesse sat up and straddled her again, this time sitting on her thighs. Quinn felt tremors shoot through her body as his long fingers slipped underneath the waistband of her pants, slowly pulling them down.
“What are you…”
“What do you take me for?” Jesse interrupted her, running his hands over her rounded stomach. “You think I’d just get mine and leave you here, all hot and bothered?”
“Maybe,” Quinn smirked, coming back to herself. “Why don’t you prove me wrong?”
Quinn watched Jesse pull down her underwear and lower his head, feeling him breathe his next words against the swollen lips of her cunt.
“Whatever you say, mama.”