Title: Untitled Glee Kink Meme Fill #4
Length: 1,331/?
Prompt(s): Rachel asks Santana to teach her how to be a slut, and Santana spends the night teaching Rachel to talk dirty, beg to cum, smack her own tits, finger her own ass, squirt, and whatever else the filler can think of other than hardcore kinks. It's all done with the intention of Rachel fucking guys, so Santana says things like, "Finn's gonna think you're such a good little slut" and "Are you gonna cum when Puck spanks you like this?" Santana can either use a strap-on or have a g!p if that's what the filler is into.
Contains: Intersexuality/g!penis, prostitution references, very mild dirty talk
If there was one thing Rachel Berry was good at - besides singing, dancing... well, anything to do with the stage, really - it was planning and researching.
Which is how she found herself nervously fidgeting with her locker door and casting nervous glances across the crowded hall at where Santana Lopez was dialing in her combination at her own locker. It only made natural sense that she would want the most... qualified potential teacher once she'd made the decision to advance her knowledge and it was well known in the halls of McKinley that Santana was the best. Well, actually, Brittany was considered the best, but when she'd approached her about it, the taller girl had started giggling in a particularly distressing manner and told her she didn't need to practice. Which was patently absurd - what possible performance didn't need to be practiced - so Santana was the best choice.
Taking a deep breath and licking her lips nervously, she closed her locker and started across the hall. In her head, she kept repeating her pre-curtain mantra over and over, needing the reassurance before risking the potentially violent unhappiness the cheerleader could have with her proposal.
"Hi, Santana!" she chirped, smiling brightly at her.
Glancing at her, Santana managed to keep herself from rolling her eyes - barely and she was proud of that accomplishment - as she shoved her brown paper covered English text into her locker. "Berry. Why are you talking to me?"
"I would like to speak to you regarding a potential arrangement -" Santana cut her off.
"Uh-uh. No. I ain't listening to no twenty minute diatribe on whatever crap you're thinking of. You want to ask me something, ask, but keep it under thirty words and make it snappy before that shirt makes me physically sick," she said, sneering at the almost psychedelic neon kitten frolicking on Rachel's chest.
Rachel frowned at her chest, brushing her fingers over the fuzz of the appliqued kitten for a second. "Yes, well, I wish to engage your services for instruction in erotic services for the procurement of a man's sexual interest and the maintenance thereof following its accrual."
Santana's eyes went wide as she realized what Rachel was asking after a moment. Slamming her locker close, she grabbed Rachel's arm hard above her elbow and dragged her bodily to the bathroom. Shoving her inside, she blocked the door with a chair and glared at the wide eyed girl.
"Okay, say that again cause I am not believing you just asked me what you asked," she snarled.
Rachel blinked nervously, rubbing her arm. "I... I wish to engage your services?"
"I heard that, hobbit! You want me to what? Teach you to have sex?" she sneered.
"Well... I suppose yes would be the proper answer. And... and the proper manner to gratify a man's... urges as well?" she suggested timidly.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Santana stared at her incredulously.
"No? I truly would like to know and it's well known that you are the most, well... experienced -" She cut her off again.
"Okay, just stop there before I smack you because if you keep trying to call me a slut without calling me one, it's just gonna piss me off." She groaned, running a hand over her face. "God, I bet this is some kind of lame way of trying to get back together with Finnept too. Christ, you're stupid sometimes."
She looked indignant. "I'll have you know that while, yes, previously I may have been... overly exuberant in my pursuit of my fellow captain of the glee club, I have... moved on to other more promising candidates. Which is why I need your assistance as your skills in the area are best known and -"
"Stop. Are you going after Puckerman?" She looked like she was barely keeping from laughing. "Seriously, Berry? You want my sloppy seconds?"
Rachel frowned. "Honestly, Santana, that's terribly crude. And Noah is a fine man."
She rolled her eyes, folding her arms over her chest. "Fine. I'll help. But we do this on my terms. Your place, not mine. And you better have Breadstix waiting. Spaghetti with extra balls and triple sticks. And if you even think about trying to offer money," she snapped as Rachel reached for her purse, "I'm gonna destroy all of that Streisand crap I know you got in your room. Finally, you do what I say, when I say and no bitching. Got it?"
She nodded almost timidly. "Y-yes... my fathers are leaving this afternoon for a conference in Toledo and leaving the house in my care this weekend."
"Then I'll see you at seven and if you even think about talking about this shit with anyone - and I mean anyone, including your sassy gay friends - then I'm gonna smack you in the face so hard Barbra will bleed. You get me?"
Rachel's eyes widened in alarm as she clasped her hands over her nose to protect it. "Yes!"
"Good. Seven tonight. Don't forget," Santana called over her shoulder as she sauntered out of the bathroom.
Santana huffed in exasperation as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She ran a hand over her water slicked hair and groaned, adjusting her towel as she turned away, unable to believe that she was actually going through with this thing with Berry. Especially given her little friend she could feel dangling between her thighs under the towel.
Looking around to make sure she was alone in the locker room first, she dropped her towel and reached down to start the awkward process of tucking her member away. The head of her soft cock was just nestling into place between the cheeks of her ass when she heard the familiar squeak of sneaker on concrete and nearly jumped out of her skin. She was scrambling for her towel when Brittany came around the corner and made her sigh with relief.
"Hi, San!" she chirped, skipping over to her and hugging her despite her nudity. "Rachie looks happy. Did you agree to teach her to have like super awesome sex?"
"How do you even know about that?" Santana asked before sighing and sitting down on the bench, letting her member hang free as she reached for her bra. "I guess," she said, snapping it in place and pulling the straps up over her shoulders.
"She asked me first but I don't think she thought it was really sexy when I started laughing. But it was funny that she thought she had to practice sex. Like, doesn't she know guys are happy just getting to have sex with girl? If they like that. I don't think Kurt does... or Blaine. They smell nice though. Oh! Does she know about little Sanny?" Brittany asked with a knowing smirk at her crotch.
She rolled her eyes. "No and I plan on keeping it that way."
Brittany pouted. "Aw, but, San! You'd have, like, way more fun if you drilled her. And you'd be in a better mood. Like when Puck bends over for you," she added with a smile.
"Britt-Britt, I don't wanna fuck Man-Hands! Like, seriously gross." She stood up and carefully tucked her member away before pulling on her panties and spankies.
"But you did Finn," she said, trailing off uncertainly.
Santana groaned. "Oh Jesus, Britt. Fine. If I agree to bone the midget will you lay off?"
"Yes!" She clapped happily. "Lord Tubbington says you and Rachie would be totally sexy together."
She looked up from where she was zipping her skirt in place with a confused expression before shaking her head. "I don't even wanna know," she muttered, pulling on her top. "I gotta go. Berry promised Breadstix."
"Extra balls?" Brittany asked with a giggle.
Santana rolled her eyes, smirking at her as she picked up her bag, heading out of the locker room. "Yep. I'll call you after, Britts. See ya."
"Bye, San! Have fun!" Brittany called as she left.