Secrets
Secrets
Quinn Fabray/Cooper Anderson - NC-17
Blaine introduced Quinn to his brother Cooper a few months ago. As a graduate of Yale and someone who lives in New Haven, Blaine thought he could help Quinn when she moved there in the fall.
This is a PWP. Just Coopinn smut really.
“We can’t keep doing this,” he whispered, running his hands down the sides of her body, feeling the soft silk of her dress against his fingers.
“I don’t see you stopping,” she pointed out, her own hands running through his dark hair, resting at the nape of his neck where she began to wind her fingers through the soft hair that curled around his ears.
Cooper made a soft noise, nuzzling his face into Quinn’s shoulder, planting kisses along her exposed neck and earning a whimper from her. “What if someone found out? What if Blaine found out?” He asked the last question in a strained voice, brow furrowing as he tried to push the thought away.
“I’m eighteen, so it’s not like you’re a pervert or something,” Quinn said, her lips pulling up into a small smile when Cooper pulled back to look at her.
“Still,” he continued. “How would he feel if he knew I was back from New Haven and came to see you first?” He frowned, feeling like the worse kind of person. Choosing sex over family like some teenage boy. That was why Quinn was with him, because he wasn’t like those idiots at her school who were only after one thing. No, it was more than that. They would spent their evenings texting each other and having real discussions, about life, Yale and occasionally their favourite foods. Sometimes the texts would turn PG13 and often smutty, but that wasn’t the base of their relationship. She got him, and he liked to think that he got her.
“Need I remind you that it was Blaine who introduced us?” Quinn asked.
Cooper smiled brightly, remembering that day. He had returned to Ohio for Blaine’s birthday and been introduced to Quinn purposely.
“Coop, this is my friend Quinn,” Blaine had said cheerfully, holding Quinn by her arm. She had been a vision in a pink sundress, hair pulled back with a single pink flower. She looked slightly exasperated with Blaine… that was until her eyes locked with his and he saw her expression immediately change. Her lips parted as her eyes darkened. She had blinked several times before holding her hand out.
“Hi,” she had said in a whispery voice.
“Hey,” Cooper had replied, taking her hand and giving it a firm shake, watching as her cheeks flushed pink.
“Quinn’s been accepted to Yale,” Blaine had said excitedly, oblivious to the fact that Cooper had been openly staring at this girl, who in turn hadn’t been very subtle herself. “Quinn, Cooper graduated a couple of years ago and now works at a Law firm in New Haven. Maybe you could show her around the campus or something?”
Or something indeed.
“Let’s not talk about him anymore, come on, I have an hour before I need to meet Rachel and who knows when you’ll be able to sneak out to meet me,” Quinn said, standing on her toes so she could reach up to press her lips against his.
Pushing all thoughts but Quinn out of his mind, Cooper wrapped his arms around her as he deepened the kiss. He licked her bottom lip, asking permission to dip his tongue in just slightly. She moaned against his mouth, her hands moving to rub against his chest,
Cooper moved her backwards towards her bed, gently laying her down on top of the comforter as he lay beside her. She turned onto her side, pressing herself up against his chest as their lips reconnected in a hungry kiss, needy and desperate. His hand ran down her hip and he took hold of the hem of her dress, pulling it up so it rested above her knee.
“Please touch me,” she whined, closing her eyes and grabbing handfuls of his shirt.
He ran his fingertips up her bare thigh, playing with the waistband of her panties, his fingers dancing across her stomach, dipping under the cotton to stoke along the hairline.
Quinn laid back on the bed, lifting her bottom up slightly so Cooper could slip her underwear off. She was breathing hard with anticipation, her entrance physically aching, yearning to be touched. She arched her back, groaning as Cooper began to massage her inner thigh, placing smooth circles over the skin.
“Coop, please,” she begged.
He began by rubbing her, feeling her ready wetness. He slipped one finger inside, moistening the digit before sliding it upwards towards her nub. When she closed her eyes and gasped, he took his cue and drew circles, slow and steady, sending shivers from her fingers right down to her toes.
She reached out and started messily undoing his pants, pulling them down roughly. He grinned at her, bending down to capture her lips in a soft kiss as he kicked off his pants. Quinn reached out and palmed at his cock through his boxers as he in turn moved to slip his finger back inside of her.
“Want,” Quinn whispered. “God, want.”
Pulling away, Cooper shrugged off his underwear and shirt. Quinn sat up, running her hands over his toned chest, bringing her mouth up to kiss along his jaw line. Cooper made a noise of appreciation, his own hands sliding her dress up and over his head. He bit down on his smile when he realised that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were pink and supple and her nipples, hard.
He reached out to hold one, rubbing his thumb and index finger over her nipple. Quinn gasped, pushing her body closer to his so he could feel her heat radiating off of her body. He leaned down to lick her nipple, running his tongue over and around the swollen skin.
Quinn smiled at him, her lips parting slightly as she laid back down. Cooper grabbed his pants from the floor, pulling out his wallet and in turn a condom. Rolling it on, he hissed at the sudden friction, suddenly aware of how hard he was and how much he was starting to ache.
Cooper settled himself between her thighs, positioning his cock before he pushed in. Both Cooper and Quinn let out simultaneous cries as he pushed in fully. As he began to move, Quinn gripped his back. Not tightly so she would leave marks, just enough to keep hold of him as he picked up the pace, rocking back and forth.
She shifted down on the bed so her back was fully flat against the mattress. Cooper shifted upwards so his face hovering over hers, his chin pressing against her cheek as he manoeuvred the new angle.
“Oh God, so deep,” she whimpered as his thrusts came in long strides, his balls hitting against her. She lifted her bottom up higher, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pounded hard. All that could be heard was the slapping of skin and skin, the deep panting of Cooper and Quinn’s tiny broken cries as she felt herself getting close.
“You feel so good, so wet, so hot,” Cooper said gruffly. He felt the familiar pool of heat rising inside of him and he knew it was almost all over. “So close,” he muttered against her shoulder. “So fucking close.”
Quinn licked her lips, pulling her arm free from around his back and pushed it in between their bodies. She slipped two fingers down and rubbed against her own heat, feeling a rush and twist of feelings shooting downwards as she came with a strangled cry of Cooper’s name followed by a few profanities.
It took a minute or two before Cooper was pushed over the edge, stilling himself as his orgasm took over. He pulled out, falling beside Quinn on the bed. He pulled off the condom, tying it in a knot and throwing it in the location of the bin.
Quinn leaned over, resting her head against his chest, spooning her body against his and listening to his heartbeat, faster than normal. It’s the post-sex come down, she told herself. He kissed her temple, wrapping his arms around her protectively.
“We have to tell people about us sometime,” he mused a few minutes later, as though he was picking up on an old conversation. Which in reality, was something they both secretly thought, but hardly talked about with the other.
“So there’s an ‘us’ now, is there?” Quinn replied, her voice light. She looked up at him, eyes bright and full of wonder at the man next to her. Her heart leap into her throat as she waited for his answer.
“Of course there is,” he said, grinning.