AN: So I realize that some of you have never read the original family and it's just sitting there a daunting task of over 300k words. Honestly I wrote this with the intention of doing a series of smut pieces, but no one ever sent me any prompts for that series for any of the couples. So here is this one shot, do you need to read The Original Family to understand this? No. Does it's smut with very little plot. Still I mean it does help. Sort of. Maybe, this isn't a shameless plug or anything. Just it is what it is. I like reviews. I hope this satisfies your smutty needs for a while till I'm in the mood to write it for my other stories.
It's important to note I wrote this before the current events of where we are and I'm just getting to post this now. So there are liberties that were taken. Or not. Details.
Santana Lopez smiled as she walked through her parents—no it was her house now. There was a pang in her chest for one small moment; the circumstances for her inheriting the old house hadn't been pleasant. But it was hers now. The house was hers and more importantly, she couldn't be interrupted. Quinn couldn't flash in here like she owned the place and neither could Sam, which meant that this place was just for her and her girlfriend. Santana pulled open the door to her old bedroom and leaned against the doorway as she watched the naked body struggle and writhe against her handcuffs.
Santana grinned at the frustration that was clearly evident on the hybrid's face and she made a mental note to do something nice for Rachel for enchanting those cuffs as Charlotte Fabray's movements came to an abrupt stop when she finally noticed her presence. "Santana, if you do not release me this instance—" Charlotte hissed at Santana, her eyes shifting a black on gold as she pulled on her restraints again.
"You'll what?" Santana snapped daring her to finish the sentence. Right now Chuck was at her mercy, and she saw the vulnerability flash across her eyes. The hybrid knew that she was currently helpless and open to whatever Santana had in mind. Santana watched with delight as Charlotte's mouth closed. "I thought so. You've been acting like a spoilt brat again. Treating me like I'm your bitch. I think you forgot who the bitch in the relationship is, haven't you?" Santana said as she slowly began to unbutton her shirt.
Charlotte swallowed. So she had gone a bit crazy with the shopping lately. Since Puck was currently involved with her brother and had no time to take her shopping she had been a bit bossy with Santana; dragging her places and using her like she used Puck—she hadn't been the best girlfriend lately. "Santana—I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, please let me go?" she begged. She didn't like feeling weak, and the cuffs made her feel human. "Santana please," she begged again.
Santana hummed in response, enjoying the sound of Charlotte's pleas as she unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled them down, and she smirked when Chuck's mouth dropped. "Rachel knows some pretty interesting spells, don't worry it's only temporary," Santana said with mirth as she looked down at her rapidly hardening dick.
Charlie stared at the semi-erect cock, it was already bigger than most of the men that she'd been with and she tried to scramble backwards, at the size of it. It was huge and the balls that Santana had on her made Charlotte swallow. She looked at Santana helplessly. "Santana," she whined as Santana slowly approached her. She was rewarded with a sharp slap against her cunt and she yelped closing her legs immediately. It had fucking hurt, Santana was still using her bond to tap into her strength and speed which meant that whatever she did was going to hurt. Santana growled at her, her eyes flashing yellow as she looked at her legs and Charlotte opened them slowly. "Santana I'm sorry," she repeated.
"Do you know how many times I've had to hear Quinn call me pussy whipped?" Santana asked darkly and she enjoyed the flash of fear and grabbed Charlotte's leg, forcing them open. She was wet; of course she was. She had probably done this on purpose, egging her on. Vampires—and their stupid superiority complex. After tonight there would be none of that anymore.
"I can't control—" She was rewarded with another sharp slap to her pussy and Charlie yelped again trying to close her legs, it hurt badly. Santana wasn't holding back and the pain eased as her healing took over. At least Santana hadn't left her without that. Santana groped her cunt roughly and she moaned arching her hips to meet the fingers that slipped into her.
"You're such a filthy little slut aren't you? Look at how sopping wet your cunt is, I could probably slam this dick into it right now. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Me to fuck you like the bitch you are? Coat you with my cum?" The look of surprise that Charlotte gave her caused Santana to grin. "Yep fully functioning, chose the deluxe package." Speaking of packages she reached over and grabbed the leather cuff that she had Rachel enchant as well and put it on Charlie's wrist. It functioned the same way as the cuffs did, she wanted her bitch's hands free, and she wanted her mobile. With a quick movement she unlocked the cuffs and pulled, watching as Chuck eyed the new arm jewelry with curiosity and tried to pull it off her. "I'm the only person that can take that off," Santana said in a sing-song voice, mocking Charlotte's attempts.
Charlotte immediately attempted to push Santana away, surprised when Santana moved back letting her get up and off the bed. She wasn't going to play this game with Santana even if it made her blistering hot, and she could feel the wetness trickling down her leg. Being a hybrid had only increased her sex drive and a part of her wanted to please Santana but she was annoyed at her. Those jeans that Santana had torn through had been expensive, as well as the shirt and the bra.
Santana watched, amused as she slowly stroked her dick, her pre-cum was practically gushing out of it and it helped her slick up her dick. "Chuck." She said her voice switching from one of amusement to a tone that Charlie recognized as one to obey and she watched Charlie resist it for a moment before turning back. "If you aren't here gagging on my dick in two seconds I'm going to bend you over my knee and spank you. Then after your ass is a bright red I'm going to work on that slutty fucking cunt of yours, and then after I'm bored with spanking your naughty pussy, I'm going to work on your tits. You could do this the easy way or the hard way—your choice."
Charlie stared at her mouth agape and Santana smirked at her. "One-Mississippi," Santana said and Charlotte immediately scrambled towards her falling onto her knees and wrapping her lips around Santana's dick. Santana let out a low groan of appreciating as Charlie began to suck on her dick hungrily. "That's a good little bitch," Santana said, moaning as she felt Chuck's tongue drag along the tip of her cock. Charlotte began to bob her head up and down against Santana's long member. She would definitely need to see how fucking long it was later because Charlie could barely get her lips around it. She immediately placed a hand on Charlotte's head and pushed down a bit hearing the noise of Charlotte gagging. It didn't stop her as she began to move Chuck's head up and down controlling how deep she took her dick. "God your mouth feels so fucking good Chuck, like it's made for me to fuck it. Isn't that right?" Santana pushed Charlie's head deeper on her dick holding her there for a long moment, before pulling out and allowing Charlie to gasp for air.
Charlotte winced, she had never let anyone treat her this way before. Only Santana and she loved it; she was practically gushing but she knew better, she needed to please her alpha who was watching her with those predatory eyes. She nodded her throat slightly sore from its rough treatment. Santana roughly grabbed her hair again and pulled her up for a deep kiss and charlotte moaned into it letting Santana control the kiss for a moment. "I'm sorry," she babbles after Santana pulls away. She can feel that presence in the bond of the wolf and that primal energy that had always made her so incredibly horny and needy and desperate. Santana had a point...she hadn't been a good girlfriend.
Santana smirks as she drags her tongue along Chuck's neck before nipping it. Her dick is painfully hard and she wants to bury it into Chuck's cunt in one go and judging from the puddle on the hardwood floors, that wouldn't be a problem. She smirks at the puddle. "Sorry for?" she prompts.
"Forgetting my place and treating you like my bitch, I'm sorry for forgetting my place," Charlotte's voice whimpering with need.
Santana bites Chuck's neck firmly, "So you admit that you need a reminder," Santana's voice is calm and collected and Charlotte nods immediately. "And you'll do what I want, take whatever I give you and be fucking grateful for it?" Santana snarls lightly and she's met with a shiver.
"Yes," Chuck moaned and Santana pulls away immediately leaving her on the ground.
"Good, now get your lips back around my dick and finish the fucking job, slut," Santana said smacking the vampire's cheek lightly with her dick, enjoying the sight of her pre-cum on Charlie's face. No wonder Puck enjoyed blowjobs so fucking much. She watches Charlotte immediately wrap her lips around her dick again, Santana leans back and groans and feels Charlotte bobbing her head again, her tongue working on the underside of her shaft and she moves her hips every now and again, pushing the cock in deeper. She smirks, she's still got her usual stamina. And it takes nearly ten minutes of Charlotte sucking, kissing and swallowing her dick before she's finally ready to cum.
"Swallow it," she hisses grabbing Chuck's head again and forcing more of her dick down her throat as she feels herself shoot, thick ropes of cum pulsing from her dick and down Chuck's throat. She shivers hard once before pulling her dick out. It's still hard and Chuck gives her a puzzled look again. "Told you I got the deluxe package," Santana says with a pleased grin, wiping the tip of her dick with her fingers and bringing them to Chuck's lips watching as Chuck wraps her lips around her fingers eagerly and Santana smirks at her. Eager to do anything to get away from the pain. She flicks her eyes towards Chuck. Oh how'd she love to bury her dick inside that tight cunt of hers, but she needs Charlie to remember this lesson. "Bend over the bed," she growls lowly.
It's not necessary, not completely as she's in that mindset to please her alpha and she grips the sheets, hoping that Santana is going to finally fuck her, she's done everything Santana's asked and she wiggles her ass invitingly, knowing that Santana can see just how fucking wet she is. She doesn't care. "Please Santana, fuck your bitch, please fuck her," Charlotte begs, she knows how much Santana enjoys hearing that. What she doesn't expect is the sharp sting of Santana's hand crashing against her ass. It's nowhere hard as Santana can hit and she yelps. It sounds like a gunshot to her ears and she turns to look at Santana who is stroking her dick, that dark look is back and she swallows.
"What does a good bitch say when I give her something?" Santana demands lowly her voice husky as she watches with interest as the redness slowly returns to its normal color.
Charlotte bites her lip, "Thank you," she says quietly and she's rewarded with another look from Santana, "Please can I have another?" she pleads and she's rewarded with another sharp slap. "Thank you, please may I have—"
Santana doesn't need any more words as she spanks her girlfriend, watching as Charlie grips the sheets trying to desperately to thank her for every single one, but she's going too fast, turning Charlie's ass a nice dark shade of red. She's listening and she stops for a moment, groping at her ass roughly. "You're enjoying this aren't you," she hisses darkly. Charlie's drenched now. "You fucking slut this is supposed to be a punishment, you aren't supposed to like getting your ass spanked," she snarls as she roughly slides two fingers into Charlie watching as her girlfriend desperately tries to hump her hand. "Look at you go, nothing more than a bitch in heat," she says as Charlotte moans against her.
"I am, fuck Santana I am please—" Charlotte looks at Santana who still looks mildly annoyed with her and she swallows. "Please punish me more, remind me that I'm nothing more than your bitch. I'm supposed to be pleasing you not using you, please punish me."
"Well then you know what I'm going to punish next, don't you?" Santana asks still running her hand along Chuck's ass, pleased with her words.
"My cunt," Charlotte says quietly. It's going to hurt, she knows it's going to hurt but she really had been treating Santana like crap lately. Taking her for granted. She deserved this.
"On your back, keep your legs apart, if you close them even once—" Santana doesn't finish the threat because Charlotte is quickly moving into position and Santana leans back looking at her sopping wet cunt. "Fuck you're such a little slut aren't you? Look at how fucking wet you are." She shakes her head at this as Charlie looks slightly ashamed of how aroused she is. Santana doesn't hesitate to bring her hand down hard on Chuck's exposed cunt. Amazingly Charlie manages to keep her legs spread as she whimpers in pain letting out a small 'thank you' and 'can I have another'. Santana swallows, watching as Charlotte's practically brimming with sexual need and want but she needs to finish the punishment. Even though the delay is punishing her as well. Just another thing she's going to take out on Chuck's cunt. She brings her hand down hard and fast smacking Chuck's cunt firmly, making sure to brush her clit and she watches as Charlie closes her eyes and begins to hump her cunt, her body begging for more of the rough treatment. She doesn't need the bond to tell her that Charlie is close to her fucking climax and Santana stops and lines her dick up with Charlie's cunt and slams it in without hesitation. Taking her girlfriend roughly with one quick stroke burying her dick into Charlie completely. She feels Chuck's walls tighten around her like a vice and she knows this isn't going to be the last time she goes to Rachel for this spell. It feels fucking amazing and Chuck was tight already; she'll always be tight and she won't ever forget the feeling.
She had never had an orgasm with just penetration and her body had been primed for it as Santana groped her breasts, as her body bucked. Charlotte let out a strangled cry as Santana began to move, skipping going slow and just pounding her sensitized cunt. Santana kissed her hard and she responded with her fingers digging into Santana's back her nails cutting into her back. She hadn't meant to, but it felt so fucking good. Santana broke the kiss as her body shuddered into another violent orgasm. "Please Santana—harder, fuck your bitch harder." Charlotte flushed at the words that stumbled out of her mouth. She needed this, this rough treatment. She was Santana's bitch. Her horny little bitch and she wanted her alpha to use her for her pleasure.
Santana groaned, moving harder. She had felt Chuck's cunt tightening against her dick but she held out, fucking her bitch harder. Making sure that each thrust was deep and penetrating that it hurt. Her eyes glowed yellow, as she turned to Chuck, "Who do you belong to," she demanded.
"You—Santana you. I belong to you," Charlotte managed moaning her name over again. "Fuck Santana."
Santana slammed in tightly as she came, filling Chuck up with her seed, shuddering as she did as she felt Charlotte's legs wrap around her waist keeping her in place, locking them together and she leaned in and captured Charlotte's mouth again kissing her as her dick pulsed, shooting more and more of her cum into the hybrid. She felt Charlotte's cunt tighten up again as her girlfriend reached another orgasm and Santana smiled at her, breaking the kiss.
Once upon a time Charlotte had believed that there couldn't be anyone who satisfied her sex drive, that she had needed other people to tag in, but then she had met Santana. Clearly she had just needed a firm hand. "Thank you," she mumbles against Santana's lips.
Santana smirks slowly at the submissiveness of it all; they aren't even close to done but she wants to drive a message home. "No more crazy shopping sprees?" She asked and after a moment Charlotte nodded.
"No more shopping sprees," she says after a moment her voice small. Santana's still buried inside of her and still hard and she shivers.
"No more treating me like your pet?" she demanded and Charlotte nodded again and Santana leans back for a moment. "Good. Maybe I should have a collar made," she muses to herself, bucking her hip against Chuck slowly as she thinks. "Go to one of those vampire clubs with you wearing it—let everyone know who the top bitch in that club is?" She feel's Charlotte's cunt squeeze her dick at that idea and she smirks a bit. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Being forced down on your knees and made to suck my dick in front of all those fucking vampires. Knowing that I made you my bitch; Charlotte Fabray, a member of the original family is sucking the dick of a werewolf." Chuck's cunt practically gushed at that. "The submissive little pet to a fucking wolf, might finally give the wolves some fucking respect." She bucked her hip at this and Charlotte moaned.
The thought of submitting to Santana outside of the bedroom in public turned her on, and scared her at the same time. "Santana—I have a reputation—" It's not the best thing to say to Santana who frowns at her and roughly pinches one of her nipples at this response.
"What about my reputation?" She snarls at Charlotte, the anger pulsing again. With this fucking vampire superiority complex, they just have to be better than everyone else. She pulls out of Chuck angrily, and she's met with a whimper of need.
"Santana you own me, I'm yours and only yours. I submit only to you, you know this. I will do anything for you, please you're my alpha and I'm your bitch," she reminds Santana crawling up to her and nuzzling her gently, nipping at her neck.
Santana grumbles letting Charlotte kiss her neck slowly, listening to Chuck's words. She believed her to a degree but what about when she died or something tragic happened to her, then who would be next in line? She wants Chuck to be hers forever, to always think about her even after she's been dead and gone for a thousand years. She doesn't want to be forgotten. She runs a hand down Charlie's back and rests it against her ass for a moment before pausing and looking at her hand. "Prove it," she says after a moment and Chuck looks up at her puzzled at this. "Your ass—I want to fuckin' pound your ass. It's the only hole I haven't made mine." Santana growls pushing her back down.
Charlotte's eyes widen at this request. "Santana—you can't—I haven't," she flushes when Santana looks at her sharply before mumbling under her gaze. "I haven't had anyone there before."
"You're a virgin there?" Santana asks eagerly, and Charlotte nods biting her lip. She pauses. She wants Chuck to give it to her then, and taking it from her now while she's annoyed and feeling a bit insecure about Chuck's immortality is not the best way to do it.
Charlotte looks away for a moment, "You can—fuck me there," she says, slowly swallowing.
Santana's quiet. It's a gesture even though she looks highly uncomfortable with the idea and Santana decides that now isn't the time for her to take Charlie's ass. "The next time you forget your place Chuck—your ass is mine," she threatens casually spanking Chuck's ass. Charlotte nods at this and Santana smirks. Her dick is still very hard. "Chuck—clean yourself off my dick," she says. They've got a full twenty-four hours and she plans to fuck her girlfriend for the full twenty-four hours. She can sleep when she's dead. She's rewarded with Charlotte dragging her tongue along her dick.
Sam hated opening the credit card bills, he loathed it with a passion. There were far too many zeroes on that bill. They were going to go broke he knew it. No one could keep up with Charlotte in the shopping department and he always felt a bit nauseated when he opened the bill. He opened his eyes and looked at what they needed to pay for the month and his mouth dropped. Just a thousand dollars this month, and it was just on food. He flashed to where Santana was on the couch watching Netflix where Charlotte was curled up into her side. He waved the bill in front of Santana. "How?" he demanded.
Santana flicked her eyes at the bill and then rolled them as she leaned back, "Out of the way Trouty Mouth, I'm about to show Chuck how great House of Cards is."
Sam groaned at the nickname and looked at his sister who didn't even acknowledge him, he turned his attention back to Santana. "I'm loathe to admit it but you seem to be a good influence on Charlotte.. Thank you and keep doing whatever you're doing," he said before walking away shaking his head not noticing the smirk on Santana's face.
"You heard that Chuck—your brother wants me to keep doing what I'm doing." Santana said chuckling to herself. Oh she was going to continue alright.
AN: The end. One-shot completed. I hope you enjoyed it, maybe check out the Original Family if you want to. Even if that's mostly faberry, with a touch of Everman, Chucktana and Frannie/Britt (Fritt? Brannie) Whatever. If you like enjoy