Title: Untitled Glee Kink Meme Fill #3
Length: 3,373 - work in progress
Prompts: From the GKM PP#11: Rachel is a secret true hermaphrodite (the egg that created her dividing into two eggs with sperm from one dad creating a boy and the sperm from the other creating Rachel but the two eggs fusing back into one everywhere except the genitals into one making Rachel literally the daughter of both of her fathers, but having working full-sized penis instead of clitoris and vagina though hormone regulation was necessary growing up to maintain her preferred female form and not something more ambiguous thus her fertility is questionable. And wow did I think about that too much...). Santana has hit the bottom of the barrel - evicted from her apartment, lost her job and car, no money and no prospects, possibly on the verge of applying at strip clubs when she meets Rachel again.
Rachel takes her in, listens to her talk about the crappy last few years, and offers her a place to stay. Santana refuses charity and tries to convince Rachel to accept sexual favors in trade for room and board. Rachel tries to refuse since her intersexuality is a secret (and ngl, I like it as the reason Finn broke up with her - he always felt creeped out by the erect dick when they had sex or something) but at some point in the process it comes out anyway. Instead of being grossed out, Santana's intrigued and offers the favors anyway. Things follow from there.
Would like to see Rachel being average sized (not over 6 inches and not super thick) and loose circumcised due to her religion, maybe the testicles are merged with the labia instead of being separate too so she looks like a girl with a penis where a clit would be and heavier labia instead of two identifiably separate sets of genitals. Santana willing taking it in any hole and/or specifically offering her ass since Rachel wouldn't ask. Rachel getting penetrated in any hole could be cool as well - fingers or strap on.
Go wild, but please no heavy kinks or non-con. If you want D/s, can it be on the mild side? Same with dirty talk. It's hard to believe Rachel saying some of the things commonly used as dirty talk around here all the time.
Contains: G!P (true hermaphroditism), semi-prostitution, mild dubcon (initial resistance to idea), vaginal, oral, handjob, condom use
Chapter One
The eviction notice and getting kicked out of the apartment her mom had rented for her hadn't been the worst thing. It wasn't even coming out of the library - where she'd been cleaning up in the bathroom before heading to her sixth job interview of the week - on one of the coldest days of the year to see her car getting towed off for the second time since she'd been evicted. And even as good as she was, she couldn't catch up on three inch heels to even try and convince the driver not to take her car like she had the last time - though it'd taken half a bottle of the cheapest gin she could get her hands on to get the taste of his dick out of her mouth after.
"Santana Lopez?"
No. That was the worst thing. She straightened from where she'd been staring forlornly at her disappearing car at the first syllable of her name in those oh-so-familiar tones and turned slowly. Rachel freaking Berry was standing there in the same ugly but short as hell skirt and sweater combo she wore in high school clutching a stack of books.
"My... car," she mumbled, rubbing her arms and trying to look as strong as she'd acted in high school.
"Oh my gosh, was it stolen?" Rachel stepped forward into her space and put a hand on her arm.
"No. Towed," she grimaced. "And I can't get it either..."
"Oh." She sounded sympathetic - which stung Santana's wounded pride even more. "Come on. I live around the corner from here. Let's retire to their and catch up over some warm vegan cocoa."
She had to admit the offer sounded nice - even if the vegan part sounded way too sketchy to be believed - and swallowed her pride enough to nod and follow. She didn't know what she was going to do any more. She had nowhere to sleep. No clothes but the ones on her back. No money. Nowhere to go and no way to get there even if there was.
She was at the bottom of the barrel.
An hour and a half later, she was slumped on Rachel's surprisingly comfortable couch, sipping cocoa that didn't taste as awful as she'd imagined, and pouring out the story of the few years since graduation. Rachel sat on the chair across from her and stared wide-eyed through the account, her own mug all but forgotten in her hands.
"Santana, I... I didn't know." She looked down at the mug in her hands as if she was surprised to see it and took a sip before leaning forward to set it on the coffee table. "Of course you can stay here as long as you need. My home is yours."
"I ain't a charity case, hobbit!" she snapped, leaning away from the hand reaching out for her as if it could burn her. "Besides, I'm sure your boyfriend would have a problem with you suddenly taking in a stray."
"For your information, I'm not seeing anyone at this juncture of my life," Rachel replied primly, pulling her hand back and adjusting her skirt as she carefully crossed her legs. "And as for it being charity, I'm certain we could work out a mutually beneficial situation if you insist on repayment."
"I do and I'm not gonna be your damn maid, Berry." Santana shook her head, getting up and coming over to kneel in front of her, hating herself a little more for what she was about to do as she put her hands on the other girl's knees and uncrossed them. "Besides, I got a better idea."
"Santana? W-what are you doing?" Rachel's voice trembled in a way that gave away her nerves and made Santana smirk with the rush of power it gave her to run her hands up the girl's smooth legs.
"What's it look like? Just sit back and relax, Berry. It'll be better than Finn. Trust me."
She pushed her off, looking shocked. "Santana! I... I don't need your sexual favors to take you into my home!"
"Jesus, will you relax?" Santana snapped, looking hurt and disconcerted by being pushed away. "I don't have anything else but me, so just take it. Fuck, you'd think getting your v-card swiped by Finnocense would have loosened you up at least a bit." She tried again, getting the girl's legs spread a bit and her fingers just under the edge of that way too short to be legal skirt before getting pushed back again.
"Santana, honestly! I'm just... I'm not that kind of girl!"
She snorted. "So all that fluid sexuality bullshit was just that, huh? You said yourself you ain't got a man right now, so just let me give you a quick O. What the fuck's the big deal?"
"Santana!" Rachel protested again, but in her squirming to get away and Santana's persistence, the secret she'd been trying to keep popped free of the tape holding it back and bulged her panties.
"What... the fuck?" Santana gasped, not expecting to see the prominent bulge straining against the fabric of the lacy panties. "Jesus Christ, Rachel!"
Giving up the fight, she slumped back into the chair with a shaky sigh, tears trickling down her cheek. "Why couldn't you have just stopped?" she asked softly. "I didn't want you to know... why Finn broke up with me. You can stay. For free. Just... just please don't tell anyone."
"Fuck telling anyone. Who the hell would believe me?" She snorted, licking her lips as she thought about the potential of this new development. "Besides," her hands slid up smooth thighs to wrap fingers in the waistband of her panties and pull them down, causing the five and a half inches of proud cock to spring free, "I think I can..." She trailed off as she pulled the panties the rest of the way off of Rachel's unresisting body, staring in shock at what she found between her legs.
Rachel couldn't look at her, she just sat there limply in the chair and cried softly. "So now you know what kind of freak I really am..."
Her penis stood proudly arching up towards her green sweater with its appliqued bear, jutting out from between thick lips that hung heavy with her testicles. There was no hair at all covering the area - though a little medical tape dangled sadly from one ass cheek where it had failed to hold back her erection - but Santana couldn't stop staring at the obviously wet folds of a vagina hiding behind those pouty lips. She reached out with a tentative finger and ran a line down from the base of Rachel's penis to just dip inside her, making the girl shudder.
"Holy fuck... what are you?" she whispered, awed. "You've got like... the best of everything."
Rachel snorted in disbelief through her tears. "Oh yeah. Having genitalia that should have belonged to my brother if I hadn't absorbed him before birth is amazing. You should try it sometime."
Santana couldn't hold back the giggle. "Sarcasm suites you better than you think, Rach. That was pretty good. This though," she licked her lips, carefully wrapped her fingers around Rachel's dick and gave her a slow pump, "I think I could like this..."
"Don't joke," she whispered, sniffling back more tears, her fingers gripping the arms of her chair in reaction to the handjob. No one had ever touched her penis for pleasure before and the sensation was threatening to overwhelm her.
"Oh, no joke. I wanna try this bad boy out." She watched her hand move up and down the just shy of narrow shaft, her fingers just barely meeting her thumb as they circled her. "Does it, like, all work?"
"I... I guess?" Rachel's voice shuddered as she leaned back, inadvertently sliding down and letting her legs part further. "I know... I know the other part does... Finn..."
Santana rolled her eyes. "Finn couldn't handle something like this. He couldn't even handle Kurt thinking he was hot. Don't judge me by him. Ew. Seriously. Just ew." Glancing up to see Rachel's eyes were closed, she leaned in and lathed the bulbous head with her tongue and an appreciative moan for the clean taste of the girl's skin.
Rachel's eyes flew open. "W-what are you...?"
"Relax, Jewberry. I'm gonna make you feel good. Promise," she smirked up at her before taking her head into her mouth and suckling on it.
Rachel's head fell back against the chair and her eyes slid closed with a low moan. After a moment, her hands left the arms of the chair and pushed up her sweater and bra, revealing a double handful of some of the most beautiful breasts Santana had ever seen. She cupped and kneaded them as Santana watched, pinching and twisting her nipples as the other girl took more of her into her mouth with a low moan.
She lathed the underside of her cock with her tongue as she bobbed her head, letting her teeth lightly scrape over sensitive flesh. The scent of Rachel's arousal assaulted her senses and it was almost like she couldn't help herself as she ran a hand up a smooth inner thigh to carefully slide two fingers into the girl's tight channel, curling them up to rub against the sensitive spot she knew all girls had. She smiled when she felt Rachel's reaction, knowing she'd gotten it right again.
Rachel bucked, letting out a soft cry as her eyes flashed open and she stared down her body at where Santana's full red lips were wrapped around her straining cock and two tanned and slim fingers pumped in and out of her with a lewdly wet sound. "S-san-Santana," she gasped, her hands going back to the chair's arms and gripping white-knuckled tight, "close...!"
Santana just pumped faster and sucked a little harder until Rachel tensed up and let out a choked off cry. Her dick spasmed in Santana's mouth, shooting her cum in long bursts even as her vagina clamped down hard on her fingers, milking them. She let out a high pitched whine as she shuddered through the orgasm before her body finally relaxed, leaving her slumped back in the chair.
Santana let go and sat back on her heels as she carefully slid out of the girl and wiped the traces of cum off her lips. "Well? How was it?"
Rachel groaned softly. "That... how did you..." She finally settled on, "Amazing, Santana. Just... amazing. I've never felt like that before..."
"Seriously? Damn." She laughed, shaking her head. "Way to stroke my ego. So, is it a deal?"
"Is what a deal?" she mumbled, trying to get her thoughts in order.
Santana rolled her eyes. "I stay here in return for, you know," she nodded at Rachel's already stirring crotch, "favors."
"Oh... um... y-yes." Rachel blushed, moving to hide herself but Santana stopped her.
"Cut that out. You're Rachel freaking Berry. Be proud of who you are." Reaching up, she pulled her forward and tugged the last of her clothes off. "Besides, you're fucking beautiful. Forget all that shit Quinn and I said in high school, okay? We were just talking out of our asses cause maybe we kinda had the hots for you and that wasn't exactly cool."
Rachel laughed sadly. "That's nice of you to say, but-"
"But nothing. Now..." She stood up and, taking a deep breath, slowly undressed until she wore nothing but her high heels and a thin chain necklace with a crucifix. She propped her fists on her hips and smiled as seductively as she could, letting Rachel's wide eyes take everything in before reaching for her. "Important question time. Can that special junk of yours knock me up? Or do we need condoms?"
"I, um... I don't know," she stammered, trying to ignore the way her cock twitched in appreciation of the nude beauty in front of her.
"Condoms it is then. Now why don't you show me to your bedroom so we can try that little friend of yours out some more, hmm?" Santana smirked, her mouth practically watering at the thought of getting some relief for the wet heat between her legs.
"S-sure..."
The bedroom was pretty much what Santana had expected. White walls, white furniture, beige carpet and so much Broadway it looked like a theatre gift shop had vomited all over the room. The camcorder on its tripod in the corner had her pausing for a moment, but she remembered the MySpace obsession Rachel has in high school. Some things never changed.
But others...
"Berry, honestly, just get on the bed." Santana rolled her eyes, digging in her purse. "Lucky for you, I'm kinda like a boy scout." She pulled two strips of foil packets out of her purse. "I like to be prepared."
"I don't know about this, Santana," Rachel murmured uncertainly.
She stepped forward and ran a hand between Rachel's breasts then gave her a light shove towards the bed. If Rachel had tried to resist at all, she wouldn't have fallen. But her knees hit the edge of the bed and she found herself lying on her back on her queen-sized bed, looking up at Santana as she carefully tore open one of the foil packs she'd found with her teeth.
"You're gonna like this," she murmured, pulling the condom out and gripping the base of Rachel's cock, stroking it a couple times as she used her free hand to place the condom tip in her mouth. Holding it in place with the tip of her tongue, she placed it over the head of the hardening member and, with her eyes rolled up to watch Rachel's fascinated gaze, she opened her mouth just enough to take her fully into her mouth again, unrolling the condom to the base in one smooth move.
"S-Santana," Rachel choked out, shivering from the sight.
Santana pulled off and smirked up at her. "Where's your lube, Berry. We both know you gotta have some."
"D-drawer," she stammered, nodding at her nightstand where Santana had tossed the rest of the condoms.
"See? You know you want this," she smirked, straightening and moving to open the drawer. Seeing the seven inch long purple jelly dildo inside by the bottle of warming lube she smirked. "Damn, Berry. Wish I'd known how high your freak flag flew in college," she teased, grabbing the lube and the dildo after a thought.
"You," Rachel swallowed harshly, her body trembling with arousal, "you just would have told everyone."
"Actually, I wasn't that much of a bitch. Maybe you don't remember cause like everyone that soaked your panties in high school did it, but I didn't go around blabbing secrets that could hurt people. Yeah, I probably would've given you shit for it in private, but I knew how to keep a secret, believe it or not."
"Then how...Quinn's pregnancy?"
"Ben Israel." Santana snorted, squeezing a small amount of lube onto her palm and started slicking it up and down Rachel's shaft, making the girl lean back with a low groan. "Heard he got caught jacking off with your granny panties. Bet he wouldn't have done that if he'd know his wasn't the first dick they touched," she teased.
"T-that's awful," she panted, her hands fisting the cover under her as Santana's hand pumped her sensitive shaft.
"Nah. Just honest. I didn't tell anybody about Q and Finnocense cheating together or her being knocked up with Puck's lizard baby - when he was my boyfriend I'd just like to point out - or how she totally set that stupid piano on fire when everyone blamed me." Santana smoothed lube over the dildo as well as she talked. "Didn't out Britt either. Or Kurt. Or Dave. And I didn't tell anyone about your oversized white knight fucking me to lose his v-card until it was painfully clear he was just gonna lie to you forever about it."
"O-oh," Rachel mumbled, leaning up on her elbows to watch Santana work. "What are you doing?"
"Oh... just getting ready to make you a very happy Berry," she teased with a smirk, giving her dick another stroke before moving to straddle her hips on the bed, hovering over her with the head of Rachel's cock just at the dripping entrance of her core and the purple dildo's head resting just at the entrance to Rachel's core. "I'm gonna rock your fucking world, Rach."
Almost before Rachel knew what was happening, Santana impaled herself on her member and slid the dildo in as far as she could. Her eyes flew wide at the feeling of being squeezed by hot walls at the same time she was filled. Not giving her a chance to become accustomed to the feeling, Santana started moving, riding her as she reached down and pumped the dildo in and out of her with her best effort at a similar pace.
Rachel let out a strange sound somewhere between a squeak and a scream as the feelings started overwhelming her. Her hands flew to Santana's hips, grabbing her almost bruisingly hard as she pulled her to her so she could roll her hips. Santana was a little impressed at the odd roll that managed to drive herself both deeper into Santana's core and harder onto the dildo at the same time.
"Fuck," she gasped, riding the girl for all she was worth and feeling her orgasm thundering down on her as her fingers became drenched in the fluids flooding over the dildo from Rachel's cunt. "Yes. Fuck. Like that. God, right there," she panted, leaning back to grind Rachel's head over her special spot, her walls fluttering against her cock.
"I...I'm gonna come," Rachel cried in a thin voice, her eyes clenched shut as she dug her fingers into Santana's hips. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna... Santana!"
Her body arched off the bed, physically lifting Santana with a last powerful thrust as her cock spasmed cum into the condom's tip and her cunt rippled in harsh waves, flooding the dildo and Santana's fingers. Eyes wide, Santana felt her own climax following not long after, her body milking Rachel's cock.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, shuddering on top of Rachel as the orgasm hit and turned her into a soaked wreck. When she finally came back to herself, feeling Rachel's still semi-hard cock nestled in her, she looked down and realized the girl was unconscious. Panting for breath and trembling at the feeling of still being filled - even though it was softening - she smiled down at Rachel sweat streaked features.
"That was fucking amazing," she breathed, carefully pulling the dildo out of Rachel - who whimpered and shifted but didn't wake up. Getting up - and ignoring the strange sense of loss as Rachel fell out of her - she went to clean up before coming back to pull off the condom and throw it away. Watching Rachel as she slept, she carefully licked her clean, humming appreciatively deep in her throat at the taste.
Rachel woke up with her tongue between her legs, licking up the last of her arousal. "No more," she protested weakly. "I can't..."
Santana laughed, straightening up and stretching. "Don't worry, I was just cleaning you up. I'm gonna go crash on the couch, okay? Mind if I borrow some clothes?"
"No," Rachel protested, reaching for her. "Just...come here. After...after that, can't you?"
Closing her eyes, she shook her head. "I ain't your girlfriend to cuddle, Rach. I'm just your...well, I guess I'm kind of your sex slave..."
"No," she said again. "You're not a slave." She dragged her eyes open to look at Santana. "You're my friend. My," she hesitated not sure how to say it, "special friend?"
Santana laughed. "We're fuckbuddies. Sure. I can live with that."
"Sleep in here?" Rachel offered again. "The bed's big enough. We don't have to cuddle."
She thought about then shrugged. "Okay, fine. But tomorrow I'm on the couch."
"If you want," Rachel yawned, falling back asleep after rolling away from the wet spot their sex had left in the sheets. "Remind me to change the sheets and stain treat the chair in the morning. Night, Santana."
"Night, Hobbit."