Characters/Pairing: Brittany Pierce, Sam Evans, Artie Abrams, Finn Hudson, Will Schuester, Noah Puckerman, Ryder Lynn. Brittany/Artie, Brittany/Finn, Brittany/Will, Brittany/Puck, Brittany/Ryder.
Rating: NC-17.
Kinks: Consensual sex, slight dubcon, in public, oral, anal, riding, bareback, face fucking, rough sex.
Prompt: Sam decides that the guys in the New Directions are under a lot of stress with important glee competitions, tests, and football games coming up. He knows that getting off is a great way to relieve stress, but not all the glee guys have girlfriends, and if they do, most of them won't put out. He decides to volunteer his girlfriend for the task. Brittany gets passed around and used by all the glee guys, and it doesn't even occur to her to be upset or to refuse. The guys take turns meeting Brittany in the bathroom during class, driving her home to fuck in the car, and calling her over to their houses at any time for blow jobs, sex, anal, or anything else they feel they need in order to be properly de-stressed. Eventually they decide to try to dp her and it all ends in a good old fashion gangbang.
Notes: Okay, so I've been getting a lot of requests for a Brittany gangbang scene, so I'm finally writing it. I had a few prompts saved before, but ended up going with a more recent one, instead. I was going to post this as one big fic, but decided on splitting it up some. This first chapter is individual scenes of Brittany with all the guys, and the second chapter will be the gangbang scene, that starts out as Mike/Brittany/Jake. The scenes are short and straight to the point, since the gangbang was the focus, but it ended up getting pretty long, so I think it's better to split it up. Hopefully you like the first chapter and are excited about the group scene, which should be up late tonight or, more likely, tomorrow. And this is set in some AU timeline where Brittany/Sam are dating while all of these guys are in Glee together.
Sam knows better than anyone how stressful it can be to be a teenager. It's hard enough having to deal with crushes and popularity and school work and possible jobs, but add football and Glee club to the mix, and it's overwhelming.
He's constantly feeling himself getting stressed out over important games, hard tests or big singing competition, and he knows all of his friends feel the same. The difference is though, he has Brittany to help relieve some of that stress. Nothing calms him down better than getting off, and he knows that any time he starts feeling the pressure, all he has to do is call up his girlfriend and she'll come over and help him out.
He shares his solution with his buddies one day after a grueling football practice, and they all groan with jealousy, wishing they had girlfriends willing to put out for them like that.
"Why don't you just use Britt?" he suggests, pulling his shirt over his head.
Puck laughs at his words at first, until he notices his friend isn't laughing with him. "Wait, are you serious? You'd let us tap that anytime we want?"
"Sure," he shrugs, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. "Why not? That's what bros are for, right? Besides, we're teammates, so helping you is helping me."
Puck shares a look with his friends and they all grin, sharing high fives of celebration. "Best bro ever, right here."
"Just let me know when you need her, and I'll make sure she's there," Sam tells them, slinging his gym bag over his shoulder and nodding to his friends. "You can use her whenever and wherever you need her."
[Artie].
Brittany finds Artie in the choir room, rolling his chair in a circle as he mutters to himself, clearly freaking out about something. "Artie, what's wrong? Sam told me get here quick."
"I'm freaking out, Britt," he shouts at her, parking his chair and looking up at the blonde as she makes her way towards him. "I'm trying to practice the song I want to sing to Sugar during Glee this afternoon, but what if she hates it and totally rejects me in front of everyone?"
"She totally won't do that," the blonde promises, gripping the arms of his chair. "You've got some serious moves, and she'd be an idiot to turn you down, and I know for a fact that Sugar's a genius, so she'll love it. I promise."
Artie nods, taking a deep breath. He swallows thickly and runs his gloved hands up Brittany's bare arms, stopping at her biceps and pulling her closer. "I just really need you to help me calm down."
"Of course," she smiles, winking at him and immediately going to work on his belt. Once she's gotten him undone, she tugs at his pants, having a little difficulty getting them down to his thighs without being able to lift him off his chair. She manages though, and reaches through the flap of his boxer, pulling his cock out.
He reaches up and tangles his hand in her hair, getting a firm grip and pulling her forward, shoving her face into his lap. "Now suck my cock."
Brittany does as she's told, immediately sucking his dick into her mouth, easily taking his entire length in his softened state. It doesn't take long for her skilled mouth to work him up to full length, and soon she's only able to take a third of his shaft in mouth. He doesn't seem to care what she can take though, because he keeps pushing her head down further, forcing his cock down her throat until the head is pressing against the back of it.
She tries to swallow around his girth a few times until it's too much to take and she starts gagging on his size, her throat protesting the pressure. Artie holds her head in place still, letting her choke on his dick until he knows she absolutely can't take anymore, then relents, loosing his grip and letting her pull back to gasp in some air.
"Fuck," she cries, tears starting to form in the corner of her eyes. He only gives her enough time to catch her breath before he's pulling her back towards his crotch, sighing when he feels his cock sliding back into her warm mouth.
"That's right, Britt," he moans, tightening his grip on her hair and pulling her head up and down, guiding her mouth along his cock. "Take my cock like the little slut you are. You love choking on my dick, don't you? Sucking me off until I come in your mouth and then swallowing my load. So fucking dirty."
"Mmm hhmmm," she mumbles around his cock, her tongue sliding up the underside as he pulls on her hair. She feels his grip start to loosen and she lingers at the head, wrapping her lips around the tip and letting her tongue lap up the precum forming. She brings a hand up stroke Artie's shaft, twisting her wrist as she works him up to orgasm.
Her tongue runs along the slit at the tip of his dick, and she flinches when his hands tug at her hair in reaction. She speeds up her pumps, slipping her lips down his cock to take more of it into her mouth again as he nears the edge. Her palm slides up and down his shaft as her tongue licks and licks, and it's not long until Artie is crying out in warning, exploding into her mouth and shooting his gooey cum down her throat. She eagerly drinks up every drop, swallowing his load with pleasure.
Her hand slows as she pulls back and sucks on the tip of his cock, making sure he's given her all he has to offer. She smiles around his dick as he slumps back into his chair, letting go of her hair entirely and reaching up to adjust his glasses. He looks down at her and laughs, shaking his head. "You know, suddenly? Not so nervous anymore."
[Puck].
Brittany is just cuddling into Sam's side when his phone starts buzzing, signaling he's getting a text. Brittany sighs when he immediately pulls away, reaching over to his night stand to read the message.
need britts ass now – send her over asap
"It's Puck," he tells Brittany, taping his screen and tossing his phone back where it was. He gives her side a pat, signaling for her to get. "He needs you."
"Now?" she questions, eying the alarm clock beside his bed. "It's after midnight."
Sam shrugs. "You know his pool cleaning business isn't doing too well. Not that many pools being used in the fall. I told him to let me know whenever he needed you to get him off, so come on, I'll drive you over and wait out in the car."
Brittany slips on some shorts and the two of them get over to Puck's house in record time. Sam parks the car and gives Brittany a kiss, sending her off to slip into Puck's bedroom window. When she gets inside, Puck is already naked and hard, fisting his thick cock in his hand as he waits.
"Took you long enough, Pierce," he grunts out, stilling his hand and nodding her over. "Get over here, I need you now."
Brittany hurries over to the bed and is just about to drop down to her knees when he grabs her and roughly throws her face first onto his bed. She doesn't even have time to try to turn around before he's roughly tugging her shorts down her legs, spreading her cheeks and diving in. He licks and sucks at her asshole, softening the muscles just enough for him to slip his finger inside without resistance. He pushes his digit in and out of her a few times before he adds another, grinning at the way the tight hole stretches around them. He only fingers her long enough to fit a third one in there before he pulls out of her completely, quickly spreading some lube over his throbbing cock and her stretched hole.
"Fuck, I love your ass, Pierce," he groans, guiding his cock towards its destination. He easily pops the head in, biting his lip as he pushes the rest of his length inside of her. He knows she usually needs a bit more prep before she's ready to take his thick cock, but he's too fucking horny to wait any longer, so she's just gonna have to take it. "Feels so fucking good around my cock."
"Oh, ow, oh god," she moans, grimacing as Puck bottoms out inside of her. His dick is the thickest she's ever taken, and it's always hard to take him in the ass. He loves it though, and usually refuses to have her any other way. He says it's because not many other girls at school will let him do anal, so he always saves it for her. "I can't-"
"I don't fuck care if you can't, Britt Britt," Puck grunts out, pulling his cock out to the tip before burying it inside her again. He ignores her cries of pain, because before long, they turn into moans of pleasure as she gets used to his size. Once he knows she can take it, because really, he doesn't want to hurt her or anything, he speeds up his thrusts, his hips slapping loudly against the flesh of her ass cheeks each time he barrels down on her. "God, you feel so fucking good, just what I needed after this shitastic day. You really know how to cheer a guy up."
Brittany can only moan in acknowledgement, as Puck shifts behind her, sliding his big hands up her back and pressing her body into the mattress, using her as leverage to thrust deeper into her. She's just barely able to slip a hand underneath herself to reach her clit, and she starts rubbing furiously, working herself up.
Puck is usually able to out last her, but he must be really stressed today, because she's just nearing the edge when she feels his cock expanding in its tight confines, getting three more thrusts in before he's spilling his load into her ass. He lets out a long, loud moan as he bucks his hips against her, and he's still leaking into her when she comes herself, clamping down on his dick and pulling it deeper inside of her, milking him dry.
He collapses on top of her when he's finished, trapping her trembling body between him and his bed, huffing into her ear. "Give me a minute to text your boyfriend to tell him it's gonna be a little longer. I'm definitely gonna need a second round."
[Finn].
Brittany is just about to take her usual seat beside Sam in history class, when he stops her and nods towards Finn across the room. "Go sit next to Finn. He's starting in tonight's game and if we lose we're out. He's really freaking out."
The blonde nods and skips over towards the other boy, slipping into the empty chair beside him and bumping their shoulders together. "Hey, Finn. I hear you need a distraction."
"Big time," he sighs, and she can hear the nervousness in his voice right away. "I seriously need to get off before my head explodes."
"Lean back then," she instructs, reaching over to the boy's lap and unzipping his jeans. She reaches into his pants and pulls out his soft cock, discreetly starting to stroke him under his desk.
She turns her head to the front when their teacher starts talking, pretending to listen to whatever she's saying as Finn's shaft starts to grow in her grip. She pumps up and down, her slick palm giving Finn the friction he craves. "Yeah, Britt. Just like that, keep going."
Brittany wasn't planning on stopping. She bites back the giggling that threatens to escape when Finn bucks into her hand, always loving the thrill of getting one of the guys off in public like this. It's especially fun with Finn, because he's so lanky and awkward normally, but he tends to get even more jerky and out of control when he comes.
She glances over to her boyfriend to find he's watching them with an amused smile, and she sends him a wink, as she sweeps her thumb over the tip of Finn's dick, gathering the precum and spreading it over his shaft, using it as lubrication to assist her strokes. Finn lets out a whimper at her actions, and she shakes her head, pressing against his stomach with her elbow to get him to lean back further again.
Once she's got more room to work, and her teacher is turned around and writing something on the blackboard, she leans over shoves her other hand into his pants, finding his balls and cupping them in her left hand, tickling them with her fingers like she knows he likes.
"Oh man, Britt, oh fuck," he hisses out through clenched teeth, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as Brittany's hand picks up speed and he can feel his balls starting to tingle in her grip.
"Come on, Finny, come for me," she whispers, just loud enough for him to hear. "Let it all out." Finn starts bucking up into her, and mumbling incoherently before he's oozing warm, white cum all over her hand, panting heavily as he unloads. Brittany continues to gently massage his testicles in her palm as he comes down, waiting until he stills completely before she brings her hand up to her mouth and licks it clean. "Touchdown."
[Ryder].
Brittany isn't at all surprised when Ryder whips out his dick as soon she he parks his car outside of Brittany's house. She usually gets a ride home with Sam, so when her boyfriend ordered her to catch a ride with Ryder, she knew it was because he was getting frustrated with his school work. He's still struggling with his dyslexia, and she knows how hard studying can be for him sometimes.
She doesn't even say a word, just unbuckles her seatbelt and shifts in her seat, leaning over the center console and taking his cock into her mouth. She hallows out her cheeks and manages to take most of him in her mouth, his size on the smaller size compared to their other friends. She knows from experience that he knows what to do with it, though, and that's what counts.
She feels his hand on the back of her head, pushing her further down on his cock and she normally wouldn't care – actually, she usually loves it when they fuck her face – but she's already feeling cramped enough without him forcing her to down on his lap. She's not a big fan of giving car head, the steering wheel and everything making her feel claustrophobic, but she sucks it up (pun intended) and does what she's told to do.
"Mmm, that's right," Ryder moans, feeling her throat contract against his shaft. He's not exactly experienced, but he's gotten blow jobs from a few other girls at school, and Brittany is by far the best he's had. She works his cock like a pro, licking all over his shaft and sucking his tip, even going down to lick his balls usually, though his pants prevent that from happening today. "Fuck, Britt, your mouth feels so good around my cock. You're so fucking good at that. God, how much cock do you suck to get so fucking good?"
Brittany's mouth is too full of cock to answer, but she wouldn't know the number anyway. She stopped keeping count after her she ran out of room for notches on her bed post. She thinks she's gotta be nearing triple digits by now, at least if she counts repeat customers.
She ignores the thought and concentrates on getting Ryder off, her tongue working overtime on his cock to make up for the lack of hand. She usually likes her stoke the shaft as she blows a guy, but once again, the restriction of their setting are deterring her efforts, and she has to make due with just her mouth.
Luckily for Ryder, she's more than capable though, and it's not long until he's bucking into her mouth, getting closer to release. Brittany cringes as she feels the back of her head bumping against the steering wheel with each thrust, but she soldiers on, sliding her lips up and down his cock, her tongue working the underside of his dick before swirling around the tip when she latches onto the head, ready for him to explode.
She doesn't have to wait long at all, and before either of them knows it, he's coming in her mouth, pushing her face down so he's shooting his cum straight down her throat. She swallows it all with ease, not letting a single drop go to waste. Once he's stopped spurting, she gently laps at his slit, swirling her tongue around his head again to bring him down.
She waits for him to remove his hand before she pulls away, sitting back up in her car seat, and running the tip of her finger along her bottom lip to make sure there's no jizz left over like the last time she blew Sam at her house, and her father asked her what was on her face when they came down for dinner. Talk about embarrassing.
[Mr. Schuester].
"Mr. Schue?" Brittany calls out, knocking lightly on the door to his office. "Sam said you wanted to see me?"
He smiles at her, waving her into the room. "Yes, Brittany, please come in. And close the door after you."
A smile spreads across her face at his words. She's been waiting for Mr. Schue to finally take Sam up on his stress relief offer. She closes the door and leans against it, sending her teacher an innocent smile. "What was it you wanted to see me for?"
"I've been feeling very stressed lately," he tells her, leaning back in his seat. He spins his chair around to face his student, and Brittany's eyes widen when she sees that he's already started. His cock is hard and poking through the zipper of his jean, his right hand stroking it. "What, with midterms and Sectionals coming up. It's not just stressful for you kids, you know? And Sam happened to mention a little service he's been providing his teammates for just this problem, so I booked some time with you."
"So, what can I do to help?"
"I have a class in fifteen minutes," Mr. Schue informs her, glancing at his watch as his other hand continues to stroke his shaft to full length. "And I need to get off, or I'm not going to be able to deal with those kids today."
Brittany nods her head in understanding, taking a few steps into the room. "Do you want me to suck you off?"
"No, I don't want your mouth," he answers, reaching out and grabbing her waist, pulling her forward until she's right in front of him. He looks up at her as he trails his hand under her skirt, slipping a finger past the red spanks and through her wet folds. "I want your pussy. I need to be inside of you, feel your tight little pussy clenching around my big cock. Think you can do that for me, Brittany?"
"I'm here to help you in any way that I can, Mr. Schue." She pushes on his shoulders, pressing her teacher back against his chair and doesn't hesitate to straddle him, her legs falling onto either side of his lap. The denim of his jeans feels scratchy against her thighs, but she ignores the feeling as she reaches down between them, nudging his hand away and replacing it with her own.
"I don't have a condom," Mr. Schue breathes out, watching his student wrap her delicate hand around his throbbing cock and guide it towards her center.
Brittany bites her lip as she uses the head of Mr. Schue's dick to push her spanks to the side, then runs the tip through her wet folds. "I hate condoms, they make me think of those icky gloves the doctor wears. I'm on the pill, don't worry. You can come inside me."
"Oh fuck," he breathes out, dropping his head against the back of the chair as he feels Brittany sinking down on his cock. He sits back for a moment, letting the blonde get used to the feeling before he takes control, gripping her hips and pulling her body flush against him. "You're so tight, Brittany."
"Your cock is so big," Brittany giggles against his shoulder, slowing starting to rotate her hips and grind into her teacher's lap. "Who knew you were packing, Mr. Schue?"
"Does it feel good?" he asks, starting to thrust up into her, meeting her hips sharply. He bites at the base of her neck, sucking the soft skin into his mouth to muffle the moan he wants to let out at the way she's riding his dick. "You like having my big cock inside of you? You do, don't you? Love fucking your own teacher?"
Brittany moans into his ear, slamming her hips against his lap harder, trying her best to keep up with the pace his thrusts are setting. Mr. Schue keeps canting his hips up, his cock hitting her deep each time it slides through her. "Oh god, oh yeah, Mr. Schue! Fuck, you feel so good."
Mr. Schue speeds up his thrusts even more, his cock jack hammering into Brittany's tight pussy as fast as he possibly can. He wraps his arms around the blonde's waist, holding her against him so he fucks her harder, getting all of his frustrations out on her pussy. "Fuck, I can't wait to come inside you. Just fuck you until you come and then fill you up. Use that little pussy of yours just like I know you like."
Brittany bites her bottom lip and squeezes her eyes shut, letting her body bounce up and down on Mr. Schue's cock, taking him as deep as she can before he pulls out again. She can feel her orgasm starting to build, her teacher's dirty words pushing her that much closer to the edge.
Gaining some control, she pulls away from his chest, and holds onto his shoulders, arching her back and pushing her hips down to meet each one of his thrusts, making sure his cock is hitting her where she needs it. She starts rolling her hips again, her movements creating the perfect friction against his thrusts, and before long she can feel her whole body starting to tingle, signaling the end.
Mr. Schue is certain he can last a bit longer, but then he feels Brittany's already tight pussy clench around his cock like a vice grip, throbbing around it as her whole body slums against him and shakes, and he doesn't stand a chance. He comes too, his body jerking up as he starts shooting spurts of warm cum into her trembling cunt, lining her walls.
He lets out a huge sigh of relief as he comes down, feeling his stress wash away as he empties himself into her. "Wow, that was… Amazing."
"Did it help?" Brittany asks after a moment, pulling away from him again to look at his face. She can already see he looks more relaxed than before.
"Very much," Mr. Schue promises her, feeling some of his cum starting to drip down his shaft as it leaks out of the cheerleader still on his lap. "I'll have to be sure to schedule another session with Sam as soon as possible."
Hope you guys enjoyed and as usual, please let me know what you think. I haven't written a Brittany/guys fic in ages, and it's fun to get back to my 'roots', as they say! Again, second chapter should be up really soon, and after that, I think it'll be a Brittana or Blam fic. Thanks for reading!