I got tired of Klaine getting so many damn GKM fills while Brittana is like the Sahara desert because of reasons I don't know. While I considered just filling out some of the unfilled GKMs, the idea came on to me that I should just write my own story since, you know, it has all the things I want.

But yeah. My first time writing smut, like real smut, and definitely first time g!p so be gentle? Or rough. (See what I did there?)

Kinks in this chapter are: bareback, oral, breast play, dirty talk. Enjoy you pervs.

Chapter 1

Brittany thrusts into Santana, hard, fast and grunting.

"Oh God," Santana pants, feeling Brittany wrap an arm around her middle, fingers suddenly brushing her throbbing clit. "Baby, you're so good."

Brittany responds in kind, timing her next thrusts with the movements of her fingers, keeping her pace even when Santana whines and gasps and arches her back for just a little more contact. It's never enough, not when she's bent over their bathroom countertop at 6:43 in the morning, gripping its edges like it's her lifeline as Brittany plows into her, member swollen and hard.

Another hand snakes its way up her nightgown, one that was previously holding her hips, grabbing hold of soft, pliant flesh and kneading it with urgency. Santana moans in approval, words getting caught somewhere between her lips and that tightening spring in her lower body, the orgasm building itself more and more with every move that Brittany makes.

And move Brittany does, fast and unrelenting, on a mission to somewhere way off the ground and the only way to get there was to shove her cock into Santana and take her from behind. Not that Santana's complaining because in this position, Brittany can not just hit that spot, Brittany grinds into it, hard and completely with abandon, making sure she's so much more than pleasured.

"You're, ugh, so damn, ugh, sexy," Brittany husks into her ear, punctuating every word with a thrust. She's slowing this down but pushing in harder, deeper, drawing it out and making Santana almost wheeze in desperation because she's supposed to be at school in an hour and a half but she's barely got her teeth brushed, the coffee isn't started and-

"Britt!" She manages out when Brittany's fingers press into her clit at just the right angle, "Faster, baby. Want you so bad."

Brittany takes her earlobe into her mouth, sloppy tongue coming out to lick and flick, "Tell me, baby." There's so much going on, Santana has to concentrate to even understand those words. How is she supposed to when Brittany has her breasts pushed against her back, mouth biting here and there, suckling and licking, a hand between her legs and another groping her and there's that magic happening in her dripping pussy.

"How bad. Ugh." Brittany reminds, hips never stopping their movements, "Tell me how bad you want this."

It's a particularly hard thrust, compared to the slowed movements of the moments before, and hits Santana at just the right point to send her vocal blockade out the door. Neighbors be damned because she has a hot girl pounding into her right now and if that hot girl wants to know that she's the best piece of hot mess Santana has ever laid eyes on, how is she supposed to deny that?

"You're so good, B!" Santana says, loud and unrestrained, back arching again, trying to grind deeper into Brittany. "You're-fuck- I want you so bad. Take me. Yes!"

Santana buries her forehead onto the counter, hair tangled in a wild mess mixed with blonde streaks. "Yes! It's yours baby. I'm yours, this pussy is yours, God Brittany, fuck me!"

Brittany groans in response sounding like what Santana thinks is satisfaction and starts to jackhammer into her. No longer does she pull out all the way and shove back in. It's all frantic and maniac, pulling out a couple inches only to ram forward. Santana can only last a couple seconds like this, her orgasm appearing almost out of nowhere and then seems to consume her entire being as she tries to twist and kiss Brittany.

For Brittany, feeling the tight wet walls around her spasm nearly sends her over the edge too but she tries to hold it back because Taylor Swift is right, two is way damn better than one and simply moves so she can take Santana's lips with her own, sucking a more than willing tongue into her mouth.

Santana realizes belatedly that Brittany hasn't stopped the movements of her hips when she comes down from the orgasm. Brittany just pulls out, flips Santana on her back and plunges right in.

She doesn't have enough willpower or thought process to even complain, Santana just wraps her legs around Brittany's waist and pulls herself up, meshing their fronts together and enjoying the luxuriant feel of Brittany's breasts sliding against her own. Santana allows her girlfriend to take her again, moaning, groaning and completely at her mercy.

"Gonna make you feel so good." Brittany says, kissing and biting at whatever spots she can get to, loving the taste of Santana's salty skin, "Gonna make you come again, San. So hard."

Santana can't reply, too caught up in her own pleasures to do anything more than to clamp down on Brittany's hard dick, moaning out a string of one syllable words, "Yes. Britt, yes, yes. Oh, God. Ugh. Britt, B. Yes!"

It doesn't take long, Santana already worked up again, Brittany still hard, they're moving apart and coming together in time, fast as they know how, then Santana is seeing stars, this orgasm just as big as the previous.

"Fuck." Brittany groans, "Fucking take this San. You're such a little slut for my massive cock, fucking your tight- yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Her orgasm follows shortly after Santana's and they just freeze, holding each other tight, Brittany spilling her load inside Santana.

Brittany holds them both up, Santana threatening to collapse as a heap on their bathroom counter, but it's unsteady because honestly? Brittany can't really feel her legs right now.

"That was good." Santana says after several long moments of feather light kisses exchanged on each other's necks and shoulders, "You're amazing."

Brittany laughs or, really, huffs a chuckle because laughing would require energy she doesn't have. "I try my best to fuck you senseless."

"You're doing a great job there because I don't think I can even find my toes or fingertips right now."

Santana just giggles as Brittany pulls away, looks her in the eyes and kisses her, deep, wanting passionate, softening member still buried in Santana.

It's been years of her and Brittany, years of working things out and sleeping on the couch and making bad choices and drunken re-confessions of love and countless dates but it doesn't feel like it. When Brittany kisses her like this, soft, gentle but insistent, letting her know that this is all Brittany wants, it feels like high school all over again.

Except, in high school, they didn't have their own place. Santana had to give handjobs beneath desks and blowjobs in bathrooms during class time, when she had to bite her own wrists when Brittany decides she wants to eat Santana like she's the only thing that Brittany could take in. Now, some things are different, sure the apartment next door sometimes bangs on the walls when she and Brittany get vocal but Santana really just thinks they're jealous.

More than anything, they don't have to hide, they don't have to ask when Santana can go to the mall, when Brittany can sleep over. Life's tough, with Brittany working full time and Santana going to grad school for law, but they make it work. Like last night when Brittany collapses of exhaustion and Santana has to play the two finger work out game by herself, Brittany makes it up to her this morning. By creeping in, pushing her on her back and giving her two very amazing orgasms.

Yeah. Some things change, some things stays the same.

They have an established morning routine now and the slight deviation only makes way for more petting and causal ass slaps before Santana has to leave.

She makes it almost halfway through Civil Procedure when those awful thoughts come into mind. Not awful, just distracting because she shouldn't be planning hers and Brittany's next sexcapade when the teacher is lecturing. Seriously, she's sure she's out of the horny teenager phase but the burn between her legs says yeah sure you're almost 23 so that makes you an even hornier adult.

The class breaks midway for the usual ten minutes and Santana takes the time to call Brittany.

"Hey."

Santana smiles, "Hey princess. What are you up to?"

"The studio needs tidying and a kid got his rabbit flushed down the toilet so we had to call the plumber. That's why unicorns are so much better." Brittany sounds serious and it only makes Santana laugh harder. "They'll just teleport themselves out of the drain."

"I'm halfway done with class, Britt. want me to drop by with lunch?" Santana lowers her voice, "Maybe we can get a quickie in before I have to go to work."

"So that's why you're calling."

"No," Santana pouts, just a little because badasses don't pout. "I sincerely care for your health."

"Really? Because I was about to say, San, I haven't stopped thinking about what we did." Brittany teases, "I was hoping you'd share the same sentiment."

The heat between her legs flares to be almost unbearable. "You can't do that to me in the morning and expect me not to want you the rest of the day." Santana smiles even more because only with Brittany can she talk hush hush about their sex life in the middle of a hallway of her law school. "It's hard enough on the normal days."

She can almost feel Brittany's grin through her phone but it's interrupted by the telltale ding of front door, the one that lets her know that there are people to tend to. "The plumber's here, call you back?"

"No class is about to start, so I'll just drop by. What do you want for lunch?"

"You." Oh Brittany is sly.

"The local deli, your usual sub plus a milkshake and fries sound good?"

"Yes. You're the bestest, San. Love you."

"Love you too." Santana hangs up.

Santana thinks she can make it all the way through class without feeling like she has to go to the restroom and fingerfuck herself thinking of Brittany but she's wrong. She's wrong because Brittany IMs her an hour later, just thirty minutes before class ends with some dirty things.

I got you in the palm of my hand

Wanna put something hot in you

So hot that you can't stand.

Santana's eyes widen, remembering back to those years in Glee club. Yeah the sound was about a cup. She's pretty sure Brittany wrote it thinking about oral sex though because-

Gonna take you to my lips

Empty out every last drop

So thirsty for you for whats in you baby

That I can't stop. : )

Pressing her thighs together, she quickly types a reply. You're such a tease. If you keep doing this Brittany, I'm going to end up raping you in your studio.

You can't rape the willing San. The song just came up on my Shuffle playlist and reminded me of you. Remember NY?

Yes. :) Baby is this urgent?

I don't know. But the song, made me remember that you gave me head on airplane ride to NY.

You're trying to kill me, woman. Santana feels like she's on fire right now.

Maybe. :) I was thinking, the next time we fly, I owe you one. Thats all. Go back to class. Love U. xoxoxox

It's almost one by the time Santana makes it to Brittany's studio, bag full of food in hand.

Brittany doesn't let her carry past the front desk, readily taking it from her hands and leads them both to the back room. Santana eyes the loose cargo pants Brittany has on, the ones that she says she wears when she's particularly excited and it makes her smirk.

It only takes Santana's presence for her to see the bulge grow in size and she doesn't resist herself. Haphazardly, she closes the door tightly behind them and immediately palms Brittany's swelling member. She rubs harder by the second, making Brittany whimper because she's barely sat the food down and her hands are slamming down on the table.

"The front desk is empty." Santana observes casually as she grips harder, rubbing faster, grinding herself on Brittany's perfect ass. The other girl tries to turn but Santana just holds tighter.

"Sam. Ah, Sam and Robbie are out on their lunch break since I said that, ugh, you'd," Brittany has to swallow, "You'd be here with mine."

Santana hums in agreement, "Now we have this nice studio all to ourselves."

"They'll be back soon." Brittany gasps, trying to give a proper warning but it comes out meek.

"Then I should really get going."

Santana pushes Brittany around so that they're facing and drops to her knees. Brittany tries to protest, blocking her hands from unzipping the zipper, saying that it'll only help her but not Santana. Brittany says she wants both of them to get off.

Even on the thrones of passion, Brittany is the sweetest thing Santana knows.

"I want to," Santana insists, leaning forward and kissing Brittany's hardened member through two layers of fabric, burying her nose in Brittany's scent. "It's been a week since I've had you in my mouth, Britty."

Santana pouts and watches Brittany's resolve fade.

It's not long before Brittany's erect cock is pulled out, standing proud and swollen, thick and long and looking absolutely delicious.

But first, this. She's been dreaming about this for the past hour.

Santana swiftly unbuttons her top, pushing her strapless bra down and leaving her breasts almost free from its confines. Brittany looks like all her dreams have come true, blue eyes widen in utter surprise and disbelief, mouth dropping open, gripping the edges of the table so hard that her knuckles are white, hair in disarray from this morning's dance class, freckles darkened by the summer's sun.

She is the picture of sexy right now and the wetness between her legs pools even more when she takes Brittany's cock and pulls it down, meeting her left breast and then rubbing it lazily over to her right, leaving a trail of liquid. Santana repeats the motion, then stops to rub the head of the cock on her nipples making Brittany gasp and bubber.

"Does this turn you on Britt?" Santana asks, battering her eyelashes, pouting her lips then licking them. "Do you want to fuck me?"

Brittany manages out a strangled yes, nodding vigorously as Santana continues with her ministrations then suddenly stops. She lets go of the throbbing member and commands Brittany to put it between her breasts. When she does, she braces both hands on Brittany's knees and tells the blonde to press her boobs together.

They've done this before.

It's just been a while.

And Brittany looks like she's somewhere between having the best fantasy of her life and passing out.

"Thrust." Santana orders and Brittany does.

The first couple thrusts are experimental but quickly gain confidence. Its not long before Brittany is picking up the pace, the spread of her precum making it easier to slide between Santana's breasts.

Santana relents after a couple minutes, hungry to have Brittany in her mouth so she takes it without question. If Brittany was disappointed with the loss of contact she doesn't show it.

Sucking off Brittany is one of Santana's favorite things to do. Actually sex with Brittany is right up at the top of her list of things she can go all day. Brittany is just on top of every damn list of great things thats happened to her but blowjobs to Brittany? She wouldn't get on her knees for anyone else.

Santana manages to take half of Brittany, four inches of the eight, easily. The rest of the journey down is helped by a pair of hands curled in her dark brown hair, pushing her down. She gags and has to come up for air once but returns with a vengeance, sinking low and lower until she's at the base.

"Oh my fuck. Santana." Brittany breaths, unsteady so Santana tightens her grip on her thighs. "You're so damn..."

She doesn't get to finish. Santana starts to bob her head up and down with urgency. She swirls her tongue at the tip, rubbing furiously when she isn't trying to take Brittany's dick all the way in, she sucks and kisses and occasionally licks broad strokes from base to tip making Brittany mumble prayers and compliments and incoherent phrases of love.

"Love sucking you off," Santana mutters pulling away for just a second and looking up at Brittany, who is trying to keep up eye contact despite the magic that Santana's hands are working, "Love having your rock hard cock in my throat. Fuck my throat baby, you know I love it when you make me choke on with your dick."

Its all the encouragement Brittany needs, Santana reattaches her lips to the tip of Brittany's cock and Brittany is pushing into her mouth, face fucking her.

"You love me dominating you don't you San?" Brittany tightens her grip on Santana's silky hair, hips moving in rhythm but accelerating in pace. "Such a whore for my cock. Take it, baby you wanted it so take it!"

Brittany thrusts, so damn desperate for her release, she needs it and Santana only helps her towards it by reaching out and massaging her balls. She's so close, a couple more thrusts and-

The door chimes.

The sound of heavy footsteps and male voices alert her and Santana. Santana still thinks she can get Brittany off so she continues, even as the voices call out for Brittany. When it's apparent that they'll get caught, Santana reluctantly lets go, remembering that the door doesn't have a lock as she pushes her bra back up and rebuttons her shirt.

Cockblocked.

Brittany stumbles to try to get her special underwear and pants back on and she manages just a moment before the door opens. Santana barely has enough time to make her hair presentable but the uneaten lunches, swollen lips and Brittany's uneven breathing gives away their previous activities.

Sam smiles-not the Sam from Glee- and quickly turns around, keeping Robbie from seeing a thing. He swings an arm around his friend and leads him to the front, saying something about showing him the new car parts he ordered. Whatever.

The mood is ruined. Brittany's boner is still apparent but she's always been a champ at calming herself down. Given that Santana isn't in the proximity.

Santana kisses her girlfriend, lightly so things don't get hot and heavy again. "I'm sorry," she apologizes, "I thought that we could finish before..."

Brittany silences her with a kiss. "It's alright," the blonde says afterwards, "I can always fly solo."

Reaching for Brittany's hands and tangling their fingers together, Santana makes a face. "Don't," she says after a moment. "Can you wait for tonight? I want to finish what we started."

Brittany nods, hugging her girlfriend close.

Santana leaves with one more kiss, forgetting her own lunch until she's almost out the door. Brittany runs after her with it, catching Santana by the waist and handing her the forgotten sandwich.

If you want, send me kinks. I'll think them through. Add them in to the stuff that I have planned. /This is so damn awkward/ Review!