Characters/Pairing: Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray, Noah Puckerman. Puck/Santana, Puck/Santana/Quinn, Santana/Quinn.
Rating: NC-17.
Kinks: Consensual sex, bareback, riding, fingering, facesitting.
Prompt: They're all hanging out at Santana's and somehow Quinn accuses Santana of being a lesbian and, angry and in denial about everything, Santana makes Puck fuck her in front of Quinn to prove a point. Puck is hesitant but wants to get laid and goes along with it, fucking Santana hard with her screaming and begging for more. Quinn moves closer and starts to touch Santana too, kissing and licking at her tits and stroking her clit, Santana tries to push her away at first but gets so carried away in the sensations she just goes for it, slipping her own hand up Quinn's skirt and fingering her. Bonus for face sitting.
Through reasons unknown to them, Santana, Puck and Quinn all find themselves lounging around Santana's living room one weekend afternoon, mindlessly watching some lame show on television. The main female character is currently sobbing into her mother's arms after finding the word 'whore!' spray painted on her locker. Something Quinn didn't seem to be very sympathetic about.
"Maybe she shouldn't have slept with half the football team if she wasn't prepared to deal with the consequences," she comments, not impressed with the girl's plight. She definitely would've taken her locker being vandalized over being pregnant for nine months.
Santana scoffs at Quinn's words. "You're such a repressed slut, Fabray," she tells her, not even taking her eyes off the screen. "You seriously need to get off more often, maybe then you'd be less uptight. Let that guppy face loser stick it in already. From what I heard it won't last long, so just close your eyes and it'll be over before you know it."
"You're one to talk," the blonde shoots back, not letting her words get to her.
"I get off plenty, thank you very much."
Quinn turns to look at the girl on the other side of the room, who's sprawled out in a chair, and smirks at her, knowing what she's about to say will get a reaction. "I'm talking about the fact that you're a repressed lesbian, Santana, keep up."
Puck sucks in a breath from his seat beside Quinn on the couch, and his eyes immediately dart to Santana, wondering how she's going to react. Santana's tendencies aren't exactly a secret to anyone, but nobody dares to bring them up to the girl for fear of losing a limb. He sits up straighter in his seat, hoping the girls might start a cat fight. It's a pretty good possibility with these two. They'll slap each other over pretty much anything.
"What did you just say?" Santana asks, swinging her legs off the arm of the chair and sitting up properly.
"You're a repressed lesbian," Quinn repeats, her words steady and her glare an even match for the other girl's. "I see the way you look at the rest of the squad in the changing room, or the way you glare at Artie and Brittany in Glee. And we've all heard you and Brittany fooling around at sleepovers."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Santana tells her coldly, trying to play it cool. Her eyes nervously swing to Puck, and he just looks at her with a raised eyebrow, his expression unreadable.
Though she's holding up a good mask, Quinn is an expert at those, and she can see right through Santana's. "That's why you're always angry and such a bitch, because you're in denial and trying to repress everything. It's sad, really."
"Shut the fuck up, Quinn," Santana warns, her voice coming off hard to anyone but the blonde, who can hear the waver in it from a mile away. "You have no idea what you're talking about. I've fucked every guy worth fucking at that school. I'm hooking up with Puck right now, even."
Puck shifts uncomfortably in his seat, caught in the middle, literally. He thinks about correcting Santana, because really, they haven't hooked up since the night he got out of juvie and she snuck into his room and practically begged him to fuck her from behind. Judging by the glare she's sending him, though, he doesn't think that would be a very good idea, so he stays silent.
"Sure you are," the blonde laughs. "That's why you're always watching Brittany like a kicked puppy dog. Just admit you're gay, Lezpez, everyone already knows and nobody cares. Maybe then you'll stop being such a miserable bitch all the time."
Silence fills the room and for a moment nobody moves, until a determined look crosses Santana's face and she pushes herself out of the chair and stalks towards the couch. Puck thinks she's coming over to attack Quinn and gets excited at the possibility of a girl fight, only for the girl to stop in front of him instead, and start pawing at the zipper of his jeans. "Whoa, whoa, Santana, what are you doing?"
"Proving a point," she tells him without looking up, her fingers able to unzip him with ease, even with his shifting. "Quinn doesn't think I fuck boys, so I'm gonna show her just how much I love fucking one."
"This is ridiculous," Quinn scoffs, watching the pathetic display in front of her.
Puck nods his head, trying to still Santana's hands as they move to tug his jeans down. "Look, she's right, Santana, this is crazy. You don't have to prove anything."
"Yes, I do," she tells him, successfully getting his jeans to his knees and spotting the growing erection in his boxers. "And don't tell me you don't want this, because your hard on says otherwise. So just shut up and get yourself laid."
Puck looks at Quinn and gives her a shrug, as if to say 'what am I supposed to do?', before he turns back to Santana and nods. "Yeah, okay, Lopez."
Santana smirks and pulls Puck's boxers down his thighs, freeing his semi hard cock from its confines. She drops to her knees in front of him and takes a firm hold of the shaft, before looking up at the blonde girl right beside them. "I'll show you how much I enjoy cock. Watch closely, Quinnie, maybe you'll even learn a few things."
Holding Quinn's gaze, Santana lowers her mouth to Puck's thick cock, and takes it between her plump lips. She looks right into green eyes as her tongue swirls around the head, running along the slit teasingly, before swallowing more of him. "Fuck, Lopez," the boy moans, feeling his shaft sliding further down the brunette's throat. It's been awhile since she's blown him, and he almost forgot just how good she was. Those lips felt so fucking good wrapped around his hard cock.
Quinn's throat goes dry as she watches Santana work Puck's dick with expertise, clearly knowing what she's doing. She can't believe she's sitting there while this is happening, and she really can't believe she's still staring into Santana's eyes as she bobs up and down on Puck's cock. She's not even going to acknowledge the fact that it's making her wet.
Santana can tell, though. She can see the way Quinn's pupils are dilating and the way her breath is getting heavy, and it just spurs her on more. She swallows more of Puck's cock, slowly moving her way down his thick shaft until she feels the tip at the back of her throat. Puck has a hand on the back of her head and he holds her there while she swallows around him until she can't take it anymore, and chokes, pulling back to suck in a gulp of air.
"You know I hate it when you do that, asshole," she scolds him through her coughing, slapping his knee. He just laughs and takes his cock in his hand to stroke himself while the girl recovers. "I was finally gonna let you come in my mouth, too. But you blew it. Pun intended."
"Oh come on," he whines, disappointed to hear that. The girl has always refused to swallow, always making him pull out and come on her face or tits. Sure, most other girls will swallow, but Santana's refusal to do it has made it a mission of sorts for him.
She shakes her head and uses his knees as leverage to stand up. "Now we're going straight to the show," she informs him, casually pulling her shirt over her head. Puck lets go of his cock long enough to do the same, settling for just pushing his jeans and boxers further down his legs. Santana isn't the least bit surprised when he doesn't even offer to put on a condom, knowing he never bothers with one. It doesn't really matter though, because she's on the pill. Because of all those guys she fucks and not because it helps to keep her regular or anything.
Santana makes sure she's looking at Quinn when she drops her pants and makes a show out of removing her underwear, leaving her in nothing but her bra. She twirls her pink panties on her index finger before tossing them at the shell shocked blonde, who doesn't even move to take them off her lap.
"How we doing this, Lopez?" Puck asks, his pumps speeding up in anticipation. "Gonna take a ride on the Puckasaurous?" He gazes up at the sexy girl in front of him, and he really fucking hopes so, because he can only imagine how great her new tits will look as she's bouncing in his lap.
"I thought I told you to stop calling yourself that." Puck just grins at her and she shakes her head, climbing up into his lap. Her left knee runs into Quinn's thigh as she tries to straddle him, she's sitting that close to them. She pushes down until the blonde gets the message and pulls her leg over, giving her room and Santana falls into place across Puck's thighs.
Puck releases his hold on his shaft when Santana nudges his hand away, letting the girl take control. It was her point to prove after all. "You know you love it. Always gets you screaming."
Santana ignores him completely, too busy watching Quinn's face as the blonde watches her guide Puck's cock towards her center and run the tip through her wet folds. "Look at you, Fabray, front row seats to the best sex you're ever gonna experience in your life." Quinn doesn't say anything, just keeps her eyes focused on their crotches, biting her lip at the way the head of Puck's cock is separating Santana's pussy lips perfectly.
"Stop with the teasing," Puck grunts, referring to the cock teasing she's doing, not the mocking of Quinn. He couldn't care less about the weird tension or foreplay or whatever the fuck is happening between the girls, he just needs to get off. "You're gonna make me come if you keep this shit up."
"You better fucking not, Puckerman," she warns him, tearing her gaze away from Quinn to glare at him. "You come before I do and I'll make you eat me out until I do too, after you've already blown your load, if you catch my drift."
Puck actually kinda finds that hot, but he's not gonna tell her that. "Whatever, fine, just get on with it already."
Santana nods and sucks in a deep breath before she positions Puck's cock at her entrance and starts lowering herself down on it. Quinn is watching his dick disappear inside of her, and for some reason Santana really wishes Quinn would look up so she could see the look in her eyes as she's penetrated. Quickly shaking that feeling off, Santana concentrates on taking all of Puck inside of her, feeling her pussy stretching to fit his girth.
"You're always so tight," Puck moans, holding onto her hips to help her slide down his cock until he's buried in her pussy to the hilt.
Santana only lets herself take a moment to get used to his size before she pulls herself off his cock and then drops right back down, impaling herself even deeper. She repeats the motion over and over, gaining a rhythm. She grips Puck's shoulders for balance and starts jerking up and down even faster, riding Puck's cock like she's never ridden it before. She wants to give Quinn a good show, after all.
"Oh yeah, baby," she moans, rolling her hips against him to gain more friction. "Come on, fuck me."
"Looks like you're doing a pretty good job fucking yourself," he comments, leaning against the back of the couch and just watching the way Santana is grinding his cock, massaging it so fucking well with her pussy. He watches the way his cock keeps disappearing inside the girl for a moment before he relents under her glare. "Okay, baby, you asked for it."
Puck tightens his hold on her hips and then thrusts up into her, meeting her just as she's dropping back down, burying his cock deep inside of her. Without giving her time to recover, Puck thrusts up again and again, pounding into her pussy brutally, just how she wants it.
"Yes, fuck, just like that!" she cries, keeping up her relentless speed, almost battling Puck for dominance. Even with their rapid pace, she's able to catch Quinn watching them, though now her gaze has moved from her pussy to her tits, her eyes following them as they bounce up and down with the rest of her. She quickly undoes her bra, pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor, letting Quinn get a better look. She watches the blonde lick her lips, and she doesn't take her eyes off her as she screams out, "Fuck yes, fuck me harder, Puck, fuck my pussy harder!"
"I can't do it this way," he grunts out, trying and failing to find a good angle that lets him thrust up into her any harder. This wasn't working. Riding is for if she wanted to top. If she wants him to fuck her hard, he needs a better position. "We have to move."
Without waiting for her agreement, he wraps his strong arms around her and stands up, holding her body close so he doesn't slip out of her. She wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, letting herself be carried over to the coffee table in the middle of the room. He bends down and sweeps the magazines and anything else off the surface, before laying her down on the top.
She unwraps herself from him and lays back, spreading her legs over the side and scooting down so that her ass is at the edge, giving Puck perfect access to her throbbing pussy. Puck roughly sticks three fingers inside her stretched hole, pumping into her a few times to gather some of her juices to spread over his cock, before he guides it back inside of her, slipping in much easier than before.
The table is at the perfect height, he just has to squat down a bit, and he's able to pound into her deeply, his thrusts quickly gaining the momentum she was craving. "That better? That hard enough for you now, huh?"
"More!" she screams, her back squeaking against the surface of the table as Puck's pounding keeps moving her further up the table. She desperately needs him to go harder or faster or something, because it's not doing anything for her for some reason, and with Quinn watching them, she really fucking needs it too. "More! Harder! I fucking know you can do better than that!"
Quinn watches from the couch as Puck bites his lip and somehow finds it inside of him to fuck her harder, his hips starting to move at super human speed. Her eyes drift across Santana's body, over her tensing abs, and her bouncing breasts; her hard nipples looking like they're just aching to be sucked. She stops at Santana's face, the way the brunette has her eyes closed and her bottom lip between her teeth, like she's trying to concrete on something through the pounding Puck is giving her pussy.
The blonde's body moves of its own accord, and she somehow finds herself on her knees, kneeling beside Santana's sprawled out form, and leaning down to take one of those aching nipples into her mouth.
Santana doesn't think much of it when she feels a hot mouth sucking on one of her tits, assuming it's Puck, but when she hears him groan, "Holy shit, that's so hot," she knows it couldn't have been him. She snaps her eyes open and is greeted by a head of blonde hair, a different head than she had just been trying to think about.
"What the fuck, Fabray?" she pants out, halfheartedly trying to push the girl away from her. "Now who's a repressed lesbian?"
"Tell me you don't want me to," Quinn orders, staring Santana straight in the eyes. She holds her gaze as she trails a hand down Santana's stomach, her fingers finding the girl's clit and applying pressure.
Santana's eyes roll back into her head a bit at the touch. "Fuck," she moans, as Quinn starts to move her fingers, circling her clit in just the way she loves it. "Harder," she whispers out, her instructions clearly for Quinn and not for Puck this time. The blonde smirks victoriously and does as she's told, pressing harder into Santana's clit as she leans back down to suck her dark nipple back into her mouth. "Oh god, that feels so good."
Quinn brings her other hand up to lightly run through Santana's hair, trying to relax her as her body is sent into overdrive by the overwhelming sensations of Puck and Quinn's actions. She gently bites the nipple in her mouth before soothing it with the flat of her tongue. Her fingers continue to work Santana's clit, rubbing in tighter and tighter circles as she goes. She has no clue what she's doing, but she figures if she just does what she does to herself, it'll work. Judging by the brunette's labored breathing, it's working.
Puck can't take his eyes off the girls in front of him, trying to bite back a moan at the sight of Quinn sucking on Santana's tits. He's had a threesome with Santana and Brittany in the past, so it's not exactly anything he hasn't seen before, but the fact that it's Quinn Fucking Fabray helping him fuck Santana right now, just blows his mind. He never would have thought. He's so focused on watching Quinn's mouth on Santana's nipples that he totally misses Santana's hand drop off the side of the table, not so innocently landing on Quinn's thigh.
The blonde freezes her movements when she feels Santana's hand move up her leg and under her skirt. She pulls back to stare at the other girl with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Returning the favor," Santana tells her like it's nothing, her head lulling to the side to take in Quinn's shocked expression. She just rolls her eyes and shoves her fingers inside the girls underwear, slipping through her soaking wet folds. "Tell me you don't want me to," she smirks, challenging Quinn with her own words.
Quinn bites her lip as she feels Santana's fingers running through her, just barely brushing her clit before retreating back, teasing her. Santana's fingers slide back to her hole, and she can feel one of them just barely dip inside her, waiting for the go ahead. She nods, and then gasps as Santana immediately fills her, burying a digit deep inside of her before pulling out and shoving two back in, stretching her.
"Oh God," Quinn moans, needing a minute to get used to Santana's fingers fucking her before she can resume her own touching. Her fingers hurt a little at first, not used to the intrusion, but the pain quickly makes way to pleasure, and she starts humping her hips into Santana's hand, hoping to rub her clit against her palm. "Yeah, yeah, just… Just like that, Santana."
Santana can't believe she has her fingers buried inside Quinn Fabray's pussy, and she marvels at how tight the blonde is. She just watches Quinn's face flush as she pumps her fingers into her, and it's starting to make Puck's pounding feel better, like she's finally getting some pleasure from it now that she's touching Quinn, but she doesn't let herself think about what that means. That pleasure intensifies when she feels Quinn's fingers resume their rubbing. "Fuck, yeah, Fabray, right there."
Quinn's arm strains to keep making circles against Santana's bud, finding it hard to keep up with the brunette's fingers fucking her so well. She falls forward and starts kissing and licking around Santana's tits, leaning further forward to reach the other one.
The new angle gives Santana more room to pump into her, but it's hard to get a steady rhythm with Puck's cock jack hammering into her at the same time. She tries to speed up, so her fingers are fucking Quinn's pussy at the same pace Puck is fucking her's, but she keeps losing her grip as his pounding makes her slide up and down on the table. Getting too frustrated, she slips her fingers out of Quinn's hole, and grabs at her waist.
The blonde lets out a whimper at the loss and pulls back from Santana's chest. "Why'd you stop?"
"Get up here," is all Santana says.
"What?"
"For fuck's sake, Fabray," Santana grunts, tugging harshly at Quinn's shirt. "Take off your clothes and sit on my face."
Quinn's eyes widen as she takes in Santana's words, but the throbbing in her pussy overpowers the voice in her head telling her not to, and she jumps to her feet and starts ripping her clothes off her body at record speed. Once she's naked and sees the way Santana is staring up at her with hooded, lustful eyes, she hesitates. "Santana, I…"
"Come on, Quinnie," she coaxes her, and Quinn notices that she sounds a lot less frustrated and a little more honest. "You think I'm a repressed lesbian, I think you're a repressed slut, let's kill two birds with one stone and let me get you off."
Quinn can't argue with logic like that (or with the ache between her legs), and she moves to straddle Santana's face, placing a knee on the hard table on either side of the girl's head. Santana licks her lips and eyes Quinn's dripping pussy hungrily as it hovers over her, before she grabs the blonde's hips and pulls her down, burying her face in her folds. "Oh my God!" Quinn gasps at the feeling of Santana's tongue licking through her. She's never felt anything like this in her life.
Quinn hears Santana let out a moan, but she can't tell if it's because of the taste of her, or Puck's pounding, which seems to have somehow sped up. She doesn't have time to think about it, because Santana's lapping at her pussy and it feels too fucking good to think about anything else. Quinn feels Santana lick through her folds a few more times before latching onto her clit and sucking it into her mouth, causing the blonde to jerk forward and land on her hands.
Puck can't fucking believe his luck. He's fucking the hottest chick in school, and he has front row seats to the second hottest chick in school riding her face. He has no idea how much longer he's going to last if the girls keep this up, so he tries to thrust into Santana harder, and takes over Quinn's previous spot on the girl's clit, pressing his thumb against it and rubbing, sending a jolt through Santana's body.
Santana really wants Quinn to come at the same time as her, and she can feel herself building up, so she unlatches from Quinn's clit and slides her tongue back through her wetness to get to her hole, not hesitating to enter her.
"Oh fuck," Quinn screams out, pushing off the table to sit up again. She looks down into Santana's eyes and runs her fingers through the girl's messy hair, before taking a firm hold and pulling her face harder against her pussy, trying to get her tongue deeper inside of her. Quinn holds Santana's gaze as she rolls her hips the same way the other girl did on Puck's cock earlier, and just rides her face.
Santana pumps her tongue in and out of Quinn, desperately trying to bring her as close to the edge as she is. Judging by the way the blonde is grinding into her face, she thinks she's close, so she wraps her arms around Quinn's thighs and pulls her against her even harder, her hand just close enough to be able to rub her thumb against Quinn's clit like Puck is doing to her's
It happens like a domino effect. Quinn's orgasm hits first, and she goes rigid for a moment before she starts to spasm, clutching Santana's face to her pussy desperately, as if she's afraid the girl will stop. Waves of pleasure roll over her, and she starts gushing into Santana's mouth.
Santana's hits next, as she's lapping up Quinn's juices eagerly, and her entire body starts to shake against the table. Her moans are muffled by Quinn's pussy, but she looks into the blonde's eyes as she comes, her orgasm somehow intensified because of it.
She's still clenching and convulsing around Puck's cock when he swells and explodes, shooting his warm cum deep inside of her, spurt after spurt painting her walls white.
All three teens hold their positions, throbbing together as the vibrations continue to send tingles through their bodies. Then they relax against each other, Puck slumping over Santana's torso, Quinn leaning back against her chest, humming as Santana gently licks and kisses her folds to bring her down.
Puck is the first to speak, shifting his position a little and feeling some of his cum leak out of Santana, "That was amazing, ladies. Good show."
Quinn shakes her head in amusement and smiles down at Santana. "I know I enjoyed it."
Santana places one last soft kiss against Quinn's clit before she drops her head back against the table and gazes up at the blonde, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "Yeah, it was okay. I think I proved my point at least."
"Oh yeah, Lopez," Quinn laughs, running her fingers through her hair and noticing the way Santana's face is covered in her juices. "You're totally straight. Must have been someone else eating me out."
"What does that say about you, Quinnie?" Santana challenges, but there's not much bite in her words. She's far too blissfully spent to really argue right now.
The blonde tilts her head and considers her words, eventually shrugging them off. "I guess we were both right, we're all repressing something. We just have to let it out once in a while so it doesn't suffocate us."
"Well," Santana smirks and nips at Quinn's thigh gently, thinking about how much she just enjoyed being 'suffocated'. "Maybe we can help each other out with that from now on then."
"I think that's the best idea you've had all day, S," the blonde agrees, then considers her position, and the way her pussy is still tingling from Santana's tongue. "Okay, maybe second best."
Puck lays forgotten behind them, just shaking his head at their words. Something tells him they're not gonna bother inviting him next time.
