Okay, so this is just an idea that came to me while I was laying in bed. I'm not sure if I'm gonna make it an actual story yet or just a two, maybe three shot. Read it and let me know what you think? Thank you!
"You did so good, B." Santana praised, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend's waist from behind. Brittany just pursed her lips and continued her task of washing the dirty dishes, determined not to let her jealousy get the best of her. The pair had just returned to the Pierce's from one the blonde's monthly dance rehearsals down at Mike's dance studio, and Santana being the supportive girlfriend she is, immediately said yes when Brittany asked if she wanted to tag along; which she most definitely would not have done had she known Santana's eyes would be on every other girl in that damn room. "My girlfriend is without a doubt the best dancer in Lima." Santana smiled, kissing behind Brittany's ear softly. Instead of the usual 'thanks baby' and kiss, the Latina was met with silence causing her to furrow her eyebrows. "B?" She unwrapped her arms from the other girl's waist and stepped to the side of her, noticing that she had her jaw clenched; something she'd always done whenever she was trying to keep from crying. Santana turned the sink's faucets off herself before placing her hands on Brittany's hips, turning her so that they were facing one another. "What's going on, Britt?" Brittany kept her head down and bit her lip. "B, you were fine before we left earlier? Did something happen at the studio?"
Brittany continues looking down and shrugs. "You tell me." she mumbles. She looks up through her eyelashes and see's Santana looking at her with a confused expression and sighs heavily, wiping her hand's off on her pants before crossing her arms. "You were looking at Kitty and Marley. Like, for a really long time.."
"Babe I was looking at everyone-"
"And Kitty kept giving you sex eyes that you didn't seem to mind seeing how you just returned them." Brittany continued, ignoring her girlfriend. She felt her heart break remembering how Kitty sent Santana a wink in the middle of the routine and Santana just sat in her chair with folded arms with that little smirk, looking right back at the girl. And though her and Santana have been dating for 7 months, it was those types of moments that made Brittany self conscious. She had always been 'the loser' or 'the ditzy blonde' and never actually believed she would find love just because she had different ways of seeing things. But then one day someone tapped her on her shoulder on her way to Anatomy class and she turned around to see the most beautiful brown eyes she'd ever seen that belonged to one Santana Lopez. Everyone in Lima knew who Santana was. Daughter of Oscar and Harriet Lopez(the head Neurosurgeons in all of Ohio), lived in Lima Heights Adjacent(one of the richest neighborhoods), drove a Sky Blue 1964 Camaro or 2014 Range Rover Vogue depending on what day you caught her on, but the most interesting thing that stuck with her? How much of a player she was thanks to one extra appendage between her legs. So when Brittany seen the corners of the Latina's mouth turn up she couldn't help but roll her eyes and walk away, knowing it was probably just another game. But as it turned out Santana was relentless. Day after day she would attempt small talk with the blonde and eventually they started falling for each other, and when Santana showed up at her house one day and asked her parents for permission to take their daughter out, well, how could Brittany have said no to that? Ever since then the pair were two pea's in a pod. Or so Brittany thought.
"Britt.." Santana murmured, wrapping her arms around the girls waist and pulling her closer. She nuzzled her girlfriend's cheek before placing a lingering peck on it. "I thought we established that you're the one I wanna be with."
"That doesn't mean I like you looking at other girls that way, San." The blonde pulled back so that she could look at her girlfriend. "You looked like you were about to devour Kitty." She her bottom lip jutted out a little bit and Santana mentally kicked herself for making Brittany feel this way. She hated making her hurt. She tightened her hold around the blonde's waist and leaned in, immediately wrapping her lips around Brittany's bottom lip and sucking gently. When she opened her mouth Santana dove her tongue in and let it roam around her girlfriend's mouth and against her tongue, feeling her pants getting tighter at the sensation. When Brittany stopped kissing but started sucking on her tongue, Santana's hips rutted forward against Brittany's clothed front.
"Shit." She panted, resting her forehead against Brittany's. She kept one arm around the blonde's waist while her other took Brittany's hand in her own and guided it to her growing bulge, placing it over the outline and squeezing gently. "See? No one makes me feel like this except you, B.."
Brittany bit her lip and pulled her hand away, eyeing Santana's bulge before looking at her girlfriend. "Let me see."
"Right here? In the kitchen?" Santana asked breathily. If this were her house she would have complied immediately, mostly because her parents are never home, but with her being in her girlfriend's house and her parents could walk in at any minute- yeah, she was a little hesitant about just whipping her dick out. Brittany just stared at her expectantly. With a sigh, Santana unbuckled her belt and popped the button of her pants open before sliding them down to her knees along with her compression shorts. She let out a groan when her stiff cock sprang up hitting the cool air. "You did this,B."
Brittany eyed her girlfriends dick taking in it's 8 inches and the swollen head that was already dripping with pre cum. "Are you sure it wasn't Kitty?" She asked bitterly, snapping her eyes back up to her girlfriend's face. "Or Marley?"
"Britt-"
"Stroke it."
The Latina's eyebrows shot up. "What?"
"Stroke it." Brittany repeated, nodding her head towards the member. She crossed her arms and stared at it, waiting for her girlfriend to get busy. Santana took a deep breath after rolling her eyes and wrapped her hand around her shaft. She slowly moved her hand down to the base and back up to the head where she squeezed a little, earning a little more pre cum. She repeated the action and let out a groan. "Baby."
"You're already about to blow, aren't you? Was it watching Kitty? Did she make you this hard, Santana?"
"Fuck no." Santana shook her head desperately, moving her hand faster. "You. All sweaty in those tights and see through tank top with that look on your face.. I-hmm fuck." She stops and squeezes the head, prolonging her inevitable orgasm. "I couldn't stop thinking about how lucky I am that you're all mine."
Brittany walked up to the girl and stopped right in front of her, pulling a tan hand from her dick and replacing it with her own. Santana let out a breath and put her arms behind her on the counter, bracing herself. Brittany wanted to tease the girl and make her beg but hearing her say that she was lucky threw her for a loop. Sure Santana would say nice things and compliment her, but when it came to the four letter word Brittany so bad wanted to hear from the Latina, it was a no go and she knew it was because Santana had never truly been in love before. So whenever the pair would have a sentimental moment, they would declare how 'lucky' they were to have one another. Brittany leaned in and placed a loving kiss on the other girl's lips. "I'm lucky to have you too." she mumbled, moving her hand slowly. She leaned down and kissed Santana's neck softly, moving her free hand down to cup the girl's balls and squeezed.
"Oh, fuck!" Santana groaned, rutting her hips in time with Brittany's hand. "I'm about to come baby.." Brittany quickly reached behind Santana while still pumping her with one hand and grabbed a dish towel. She held it in front of her girlfriend's member. "Br-Britt Oh fuck!" She wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck as she shot her load onto the towel rope after rope, groaning into the girl's shoulder.
Brittany stepped back with the towel in hand, looking at it and then at Santana smiling shyly. "That's a lot."
Santana let out an airy chuckle, pulling her compression shorts up followed by her pants. "Its what you do to me." She buckled her belt and pulled the towel out of Brittany's hand, placing it on the counter before wrapping her arms around her girlfriend in a gentle hug. "You know I plan on sticking with you right, B?" She mumbles. "The moment I met you I quit hooking up with everyone."
Brittany nods, keeping her face buried in Santana's neck. "Yeah, San. I know."