Okkk so here's the pezberry one shot that has now turned into a two shot (if this gets approved haha) that you guys decided would be G!p :) I really really like pezberry so i hope i did it some justice.
Anywho, hope you enjoy :)!
It's come to the point where every time Rachel turns a corner, or is coming her way, she has to duck or scurry off into another room.
And god, it's not like she's a little loser, trying to hide from Rachel Berry.
But honestly, she can't say that it's not pathetic. Totally not her fault though because it's apparently become sort of a thing where Rachel thinks she can talk to her and be friends and hang out and stuff, and that's exactly the opposite of what Santana needs right now.
Not because Rachel is annoying or she hates her or because she doesn't want to be seen with her or anything. Totally not it.
But, you know, that's exactly the problem.
See, ever since the start of Senior year, all of a glee club has been on some kumbayaya la di da da shit and she's had to deal with it since, hi, hello, she likes being in it. But all this mushy, lovey dovey crap has been shoved so far up her ass that if they start actually holding hands and singing love songs she's going to spontaneously combust.
And because of all this shit, Rachel's been getting closer and closer to her. It's hell. She has to go through glee watching the girl give her these shy little, dare she say it, adorable, looks every now and then, which fuck that just squeezes her lifeless heart into action. She now has to also try and hold back on knocking the ever living crap out of everyone she gives that perfect, bright eyed and blinding smile to though because she's been given that same smile a lot now and, well, fuck if that's not supposed to only be reserved for her.
Damn it.
Do you see the kind of things she has to go through on the daily now?
This is why it was better and easier for them to be hating each other. At least when Santana made fun of her, and Rachel was giving her these mad looks, all she had on her mind was angry sex.
But now?
Well, shit if it's not all gone to hell.
"Santana!" Speak of the dwarfy devil.
Eyes rolling, her feet come to a halt in the middle of the hallway, and she turns around.
"What do you- shit."
Holy mother of hell.
"Ahem, excuse me Santana, but my eyes are up here." Well you can't fuckin' blame her, christ. The top she had on wasn't even a damn top. Anyone could-
"What the fuck are you wearing? What, you just givin' everyone a free show now? Jesus, Berry, not everyone wants to see that." Her eyes rolled so hard, even she had to rub the top of her eyelids to make sure they didn't get stuck there.
Her words did nothing to wipe the stupid, maybe even sexy, smirk the hobbit had on though. It really only pissed her off more and she took a small step back to keep from pushing the girl away from her.
"Well, I'm not looking for everyone to watch, just the one."
"The fuck are you going on abou-"
"Come with me."
So she went with her, what of it?
She was only struck stupid because the midget had like, nothing on, and hey, she's not fucking blind, Ok? She's also no one's bitch but she followed because she knew what Rachel was like when things didn't go her way and she was sort of curious so- yeah.
"Alright, what's the dealio here, cause I gots me a date at-"
"I recommend you cancel it because you're not leaving until I'm done with you." Rachel's all of a sudden real close to her and her back hits the whiteboard trying to back up but personal breathing space doesn't apply to this fucking girl apparently.
It's almost disconcerting the way Berry is outright flirting with her, but she's gotta give her props for having the ovaries to do it. Soft, not at all manly, hands tickle her arms, sliding up until they get to her shoulders, and then coming back down to pry open her balled fists.
Fuck, there goes that jittery feeling in her heart again.
She exhales softly, trying to lose some of that weird shit she's got goin' on inside her, but then Rachel's thumbs are circling her wrist.
"San..." She looks down at her, gulping now at the look she's being given and the way shorter girl's eyelashes flutter. "Can I call you San?"
"Y-yeah, sure, whatever." She shrugs her shoulders and fails badly at trying to look like she doesn't give a shit. For fucks sakes, she can practically hear the little shiver her body gives off at how coy Rachel's being.
"Well, San, you're a very hard person to get alone, you know that?" She almost sounds frustrated, and oh yeah, this is Rachel and she should not be cowering like a little shit because hi, hello, she's the one who's supposed to be in power.
So she stands a little straighter, puts her haughty face on, like yeah, this totally isn't affecting her. "I have places to be, people to do, and all that jazz. I mean what can I say, I'm a very needed person around these parts."
And just like that, a stupid, like, know it all, giggle comes out of Rachel. Her eyebrows furrow and she gives off a sneer. "What's so fucking funny?"
Rachel doesn't really say anything, just keeps giving her this look that kind of sets something off in her jeans. But she ignores the fuck out of that, because no way is this midgey little shit going to embarrass her by giving her a boner.
Except, damn it, she can't exactly ignore the way Rachel bites her bottom lip, or steps a bit closer. She's really starting to get nervous, although, whatever, it's just cause this is the longest she's been alone with Rachel, in like, ever.
There's a finger running down the front of her shirt, tickling her abs, and she snatches it between her fingers. "What is it that you want, Berry?"
Rachel gasps, and fu- "I just want you," ok so she gulps. Shut the fuck up though, cause it was like a tiny one. "to understand that there's only one person you're going to do and only one place you'll need to be."
She's kind of got an idea of what the fuck is going on but- "Oh yeah? And just who is that person, hm?"
The finger in her hand wiggles out of her hold, fists her shirt, and pulls. She's up against Rachel fast, and a growl rips out of her throat because jesus christ, there's all of a sudden a hand gripping her junk and- "Me."
Shit.
Her eyes widen and she's breathing hard, waiting for something to happen. Anything. Having her brain come back to functioning order once more would be great too. But then both hands grip just a little harder, just once, and let her go with a push and a smirk and she's left really stupid just watching her go- no, sway away.
There's a throbbing everywhere and- "Hija de la chingada madre, what in the fuck!"
So, pretty much there's no avoiding Rachel. Like, at all.
Two days after that- whatever the hell it was- she had been oh so sure that that spout of confidence Rachel somehow had attained was long gone. It was like nothing had ever happened the next day. Rachel went about her day like normal, with those fugly kinda cute sweaters and short as fuck skirts that just-
It was all good the day before, is what she's getting at.
Now yesterday was totally different.
So, she was all up on her daily routine, getting checked out here and there, right? Turning down offers and shit while putting shit in her locker yesterday when-
"Hey Santana, doing anything this Saturday?"
"Well, well, if it isn't little Carlita Saudemeyer." She tips her head back to check her out because she's been anything but little since the eighth grade and all of it is just nice and well rounded and- "What can I do for you?"
"Come ov-"
There's a bang! right next to her locker, in between her and Carla, and Rachel is all of a sudden right up in her face, those soft, stupid hands tightening around her wrists."She can take a step back and walk away."
"Hey-"
She turns around in front of her, and with both hands, grips Santana's wrists harder and pulls her so that her front is being practically smashed into Rachel's ass, arms around her middle.
Fuck, she chokes.
"Have a nice day, Carlita." She says it with a final tone, like she's got a say in what the fuck is going on, but before she can say anything, Carla's walking away, shaking her head.
Santana's arms grip around her hips and Rachel moans so lightly that she almost doesn't hear it but she does and that makes her choke again. The little twerp just laughs all cutesy and shit and she bumps her front, hard, which, damn it, her arms go slack and she takes off, turning around only to wink and put her finger in the air to point at Santana and make an up and down motion with, like an elevator, and then pointing back at herself and mouthing, "Mine."
Honestly, she ain't even mad she had to go to the unused janitors closet on the second floor to jerk one off to that.
Anyway, now she was on her way to her car. No berry stare downs or random passerby gropings took place today. Rachel being all sex personified and flirty like kind of, actually- and just don't even go there with thinking she's a little chicken shit but- it scares her. Not cause she's gonna go running for the hills or anything, but- it, well, it's not who she was damn it.
Rachel wasn't one of those girls who, like Carla, was all about sex. She liked that about her.
Ok, so she liked her, whatever.
Not a big deal.
S'kind of the reason why it bugs her that Rachel's acting all weird and glee's makin em all get closer to one another. Well, it used to bug her. Cause now it's like Rachel actually likes her or something. Then again, with the way she's been acting, it could be that its only for her dick.
And ok, so she's not exactly the biggest stud in Mckinley or anything, but, shes pretty high up there. Not everybody knew about her extra package, but most of the girls around here with a brain did, and it surprisingly didn't make her like a pariah or anything.
Clearly, cause like, she's not trying to brag, but once word gets around that she's got a niner, well that shit goes around.
"Fuck, I'm so a stud." She chuckles to herself, unlocks her car door, hops in and throws her bag in the back. She adjusts her seat back just a bit and sighs. Maybe tomorrow she could talk to Rachel without letting the girl turn it into a sexual little game. Cause, yeah she's a sexual person, but, it's not all she thought about.
God, give her some credit.
Just as she's about to turn the car on, there's a rustle in the back and she turns her head to check it out. Out of like fucking nowhere there's a flash of polka dots and brown hair and tan legs and then there's Rachel on her lap.
Her eyes go wide."What the fuck, Berry, how the hell did you get in here!"
"Shush, 'Tana." There's a little wriggle, and as much as she's sort of freaked the fuck out, she clenches her hands around the sides of her leather seat cause, well, Rachel's ass is nice and moving on top of her and she smells like cinnamon and vanilla and sex ok.
...
Wow, cause that really helps her argument on not only being about the sex.
But come on can you blame her?
She's snapped out of it when Rachel giggles, probably at the stupid look on her face, and then stops wriggling to get comfortable, and instead starts sliding down her body slowly.
She puts her hands out to stop whatever it is that Rachel's thinking about doing, but then her hands get slapped away and is told to- "Put them above your head and behind the head rest."
Her eyebrows scrunch together. "Hey, I don't know what the fuck is going on but this is my car and my body, and I don't think you have a say in what I get to do-"
There's a hand on her dick.
Like, over her jeans, but still, it gets her to shut up.
There's an unruly smile on Rachel's face once her eyelids finally open up and she looks down. Her eyes practically bulge out of her fucking head when the girl bites her lip and rubs her palm down the half hardened length with a good, hard pressure.
"Now, I'm only going to tell you once more; put your hands up and behind the head rest." Rachel doesn't even wait for her to fucking do that before two hands are unbuttoning her pants, one hand resting on her thigh as the other begins to tug the zipper down.
This is just too weird. Like yeah it's hot, but, what the fuck.
"Look, I don't know why you're doing this but it's kind of -"
There's a small sigh of annoyance from Rachel, and her eyebrows furrow at that. What the- Rachel's getting annoyed with her? Oh no, no. That just does not happen.
"Santana, just shut up and enjoy what I'm about to give you." Rachel says it all sultry like, voice dropped down a few bars, and then her hands fly up and behind the head rest to grab on for dear life because jesus the girls nose tickles down her meat, nuzzling it like it's a fucking cuddly thing.
She's still got her pants and boxers on, but that's ok because she can still feel everything as if she didn't. Hot air gets blown on her and she has to tell herself to keep her eyes on this no matter what because fuck if this isn't the hottest thing to ever happen to her.
Nimble hands start to slide her pants down, and she slightly lifts up, just enough so that the front opening of her boxers are in view, and Rachel fucking hums like some jolly old tune as she grips the middle of her cock with a nice grip.
"Fuck." Rachel hasn't really even done anything yet, at least not compared to what other girls have done, but she's harder than she's ever been. This girl just does things to her, man. It's fucked up is what it is, but she's not gonna complain.
Well, anymore.
"Oh, how cute." Her eyes snap open at that, cursing herself for closing them in the first place, and looks down to see what it is that's not at all cute. Because she's everything but. Rachel's fingers trip down her constrained boner and touches the clothed tip. Oh shit. "You're dripping." She says it all sickly sweet and she grunts, cause whatever, who the fuck wouldn't be at this point.
Rachel finally just sort of like rips her boxers open and she takes a breath of relief at how free her dick feels. And then the girl's just looking at her length, taking it all in, and Santana, for the first time in a while, grimaces. What if it's like, too big? Like she hasn't had any complaints but, girls can be intimidated and stuff.
She can sympathize partially cause no way in hell would she ever want to go anywhere near a dick bigger than hers. They're called monsters for a reason.
But then before a word of regret and maybe a 'sorry, I'm just gonna put this away and we can forget this ever happened' stutters out of her nervous mouth, there's a little kittenish lick under her head and her pupils blow up, trembling because Rachel's are black as fuck too.
"Hmm, I could get used to this." She wants to ask exactly what the hell that means but, Rachel's soft hands are fondling her, one cupping her balls and rolling them like she's done this before (which fuck that shit cause that's not flying with her (but that's for a later discussion)) and the other pushing her cock back so that it's near her lower belly. Rachel's tongue licks a hot stripe up her nine inches and she keels, fucking keels man because its warm and wet, and that pink, hot, tongue pushes her hard on back by itself with just the right pressure.
Let's just say it again if it wasn't clear; Rachel's tongue pushed her dick back.
"Ohh shit." The tip of her mushroom head gets attacked at all angles, that perfect fucking tongue licking all around it and lapping over the slit like a lollipop until she just gets sucked in and- jesus, her dick feels like it's just getting harder and bigger and she didn't even know that was possible. It's crazy how this is all happening. Never in her life- I mean, this is Rachel we're talking about here. The girls like the virgin mary's daughter and- damn it that image does not help.
Thing is, Who woulda thought?
Her mind comes back to the now, rolling her eyes at herself for straying away for a quick sec, and reminding herself for the fiftieth time that it's not exactly in her nature to push the head, of whoever is giving her head, down so she shouldn't be having those thoughts about doing it to Rachel.
She's not like that, and for that reason all the girls like her. She's still badass and shit but- like, she's not an asshole to girls when it comes to this.
"Fuck," she whispers out. Rachel's still just sucking the tip, not really going up or down, just suckling, like she's trying to- oh.
"Your cum is creamy, yet not too thick." Rachel observes, letting it flop back down into it's hardened angle, watching her cum drip down her throbbing member.
She honestly doesn't know what to say to that cause, was that a compliment or- whatever. She just manages to say, "Um, y-yeah, it is." Her hands hurt from how hard her grip around the head rest is, but Rachel's still staring at her weeping cock, her left hand still juggling her balls. God, it all just feels so, so good, so her hands can stay in that position for all of eternity for all she cares.
"I like it," Rachel finally whispers. And her teeth bite her bottom lip from screaming because the brunette slurps the cum off her erection, squeezing her balls roughly as she does so.
She's gonna cum, fucking hell, she's gonna cum and- and god it's fucking embarrassing as all shit but she's not going to be embarrassed because everything about this moment is so amped up and-
"Rachel!" She doesn't mean to moan out so loud at the girl nipping at her balls and then kissing the veins on her cock, but whatever this is hot. E-except Rachel stops. Like, she actually moves back away from her member.
Rachel's eyebrows knit together and there's a curious frown on her face. "What did you just call me?"
Santana tries to rack her brain for anything bad she's said in the last ten- fifteen minutes, but she can't think of anything."Um...I don't-" Rachel's fingers pinch simultaneously at her ball sack and the tip of her head and she squeals. "What? God, Rachel I don't fucking-"
"That." Soon as the word slips out, Rachel's plump lips slide down past her mushroom head and all the way down her quivering dick.
She howls, "Fuck!" Her will power is being tested to the motherfucking max as she tries not to pump her hips upward, her hands begging to slide in and take hold of soft looking brunette locks. Rachel's tongue massages the underside of her member as the tip of her nose touches the bottom of Santana's abs. She can't help but groan.
It's all just too fucking much for her right now. Like, what Rachel did to her two days ago was too much. So right now? What was being done to her right at this fucking moment? It blew past that and went straight to 'Things that will always blow her mind, and her load.'
Like it?
She just made it up.
"Say it again, say my name, say it." Rachel tugs on her dick forcefully and then puts her lips back on it, her head bobbing up and down and up and down.
"Rach- fuck, Rachel, Rachel," It's become a mantra at this point and she's definitely not far away from exploding all over the girls face. She actually commends herself for even being able to last this long with her. But she's not sure if Rachel would appreciate that so she tries to warn her. "Rachel, Rachel- shiiit- I- I'm gonna cum and-
"Mmmh, cum in my mouth, San." She can't believe the things coming out of the brunettes mouth, stuttering herself as she tries to just form the words she needs to ask her if she's sure but that soft fucking hand is jerking her dick hard and fast, the other one holding tight onto her balls. "I want to feel you slide down my throat, baby, just cum for me. Let me eat you up and slurp down everything you've got."
Her eyes can't not roll back at that. Like she can feel them practically live in the back of her head as she starts to whimper out Rachel's name. The ridges in the brunettes throat vibrate against her cock and then- then she feels that same jolly fucking tune Rachel was humming just minutes ago and her mind goes blank as her member starts to spurt shots of her cum down the girls heavenly throat.
Rachel's still moaning as she swallows Santana's cum, both hands now squeezing her balls, trying to get the last of it out of her and that just sets her off again. How hot is it that a girl just can't get enough of your shit? Like, it's the hottest fucking thing. Her hands are twitching as she lets go of the head rest and Rachel's mouth plops off her still half hard cock.
"There's something about the way you taste- it just- hmmm." Santana can't believe her eyes as Rachel starts to suckle the tip of her dick again, and her head falls back. Of course, before she can get a fucking word in, Rachel's talking again. "See? You're mine." Her head jerks back up as Rachel gives one last hard suck to her mushroom head and slides back up her body, and kisses her cheek before opening the door and walking out.
She sighs, her cock still throbbing at the best head she's ever gotten. Fuck, her hands are shaking too. She places them down by her thighs, looking at her member and-
Wait.
Why did Rachel leave-
Where's Rachel going?
Wait!
She pushes her dick back in her boxers and tugs her pants up, zipping and buttoning, and fumbles like an idiot with no coordination trying to get out of her car. "Rachel!" She finally manages to stand up straight and realizes she's still at school. She shakes that thought away cause that doesn't fucking matter right now and sees a brunette head being lowered until out of view. She starts to run but Rachel's car is already pulling away and driving off school grounds. She watches until it's out of view and drops her head.
"Shit."
So after Rachel had left and she stopped moping like a dumbass, she had gone back to her car, intent on calling the girl. That is until she found out she didn't even have her number. It felt awesome knowing she couldn't call her or go over to her place without her dads probably wondering what the fuck she was doing there after all she had done to their baby girl.
Except no. It really did not.
She was intent on calling one of the other glee club members but as soon as she got home her mom had this like, surprise dinner party for one of their friends or something- and what the fuck, you know? Since when did her parents have people over?
Anyway she got stuck on being some little caterer. God, it was horrible. But after wards her mom gave her some dough for the trouble (and because she felt bad that she'd be leaving her little Anita home alone again for a cruise). Whatever. At least she could do whatever she felt like for the next five or six days.
She readjusts the strap on her backpack as she strolls over to where Rachel is, determined to talk to her and understand just what the heck is going on with them.
"Berry."
Rachel turns from looking inside her locker, and raises her eyebrow at her. "Oh, so now we're back to Berry, is it?"
"Rachel, fuck, sorry." Cool, she just apologized, way to already be whipped.
"What is it?" She says it like she hasn't got the time and like, shit, excuse her for trying to talk stuff out. She steps closer to the girl and she notices the little gasp Rachel lets out.
"I just- what the fuck was that yesterday?" The shorter girl steps back with an incredulous look on her face and she tentatively puts her hand on Rachel's arm to stop her from just walking away completely. "Wait, no. I mean, you just- you left before I could, you know, give back." She shrugs sheepishly.
Rachel's eyes widen in surprise. "Oh."
Oh?
Oh?
Like she wouldn't reciprocate? God, this girl really must think she's like the biggest asshole in the world.
"And another thing, what's up with you acting all- I don't even know. Different?"
Rachel gets that mad look on her face and damn it she really needs to learn how to speak to this girl. "I'm sorry, was I not sexy enough for you?"
"That's so not what I meant, Rach, and you know it." Rachel rears back a little at the nickname but Santana only ignores it. It's not a big deal ok. Christ, after what happened yesterday afternoon, nothing Santana could possibly say to her could be bigger than that. She stuffs her hands in her pockets and just looks to the side. "You've just been acting different lately and it's kind of freaking me out, ok?"
Rachel's lips quirk up in a shy smile when she looks back at her and she figures telling the truth, no matter how sappy, is a great thing. "I only did it so I could get your attention."
And then Santana's taking a step forward, because what the fuck do you say to that? Does she mean it for sex? Or does Rachel really like her? Whatever. If any of the past few days are any indication, and fuck, really, she's not like a total idiot, then she's going to throw shit to the wind or however that saying goes and totally go for it. She takes her hands out of her pockets and rests them on the girls hips, leaning just a little bit more into her and loving the fact that Rachel's blushing.
"I like you when you're you. I may act like you're the craziest, loudest piece of work ever, but, it's only because you kind of are." She says it with a smile on her face so that Rachel doesn't get the wrong idea, again, and lightly squeezes the hips in her hands when Rachel's come up to rest on her collar. "You're not like the other girls, and that's what I- well, like about you."
Rachel fists her shirt at the top, and she's feeling that tingly sensation in her balls start to run all the way to the tip of her juanita from how intimate and hot this feels, but she ignores it because this is not the time for that.
"Do you really like me?"
Santana scoffs. "Are you really asking me this as a serious question?"
There's a giggle and a bright smile and she drops her forehead on the brunettes, kinda liking the fact that her nose is kissing Rachel's. "I just want to hear you say it is all," Rachel whispers right onto her lips.
And damn, her eyes bounce all around her girls face at that (cause they're totally going to be girlfriends so yeah, her girl) and settles on Rachel's eyes. "Yeah, I really do like you," she murmurs.
It's not how people always say it is, like it's some big moment. But when Rachel lightly kisses her lips, she feels that stupid (it's actually not) feeling around her heart feel heavy in the good way.
This moment doesn't have huge fireworks going off in the back of her eyelids, but little musical numbers that just maybe means a little more than the usual.
And it definitely doesn't automatically mean that they're going to last, but maybe she doesn't want to think about that because she's actually wanting to try and that's all that can matter.
"Good, because you're mine and it'd kind of suck if I had to have you against your will." She chuckles at Rachel's soft an' silly whisper and grabs her hand as she hears the bell ring, already making plans for them to hang out while her mom's gone and-
"Hey, I'm really going to need your phone number now." Rachel laughs quietly at her and walks in the opposite direction with a quick kiss to her cheek. "I was being totally serious!"
Whatever, she's got time.