Prompt filler:
This prompt was sent via email by a user I will keep anonymous. They informed me that they got this from the Glee Angst Meme, so I thought I'd post the first part of it. Here's the prompt:
Long and it's Pezberry. It's also Dub-Con.
Long prompt and slightly disturbing. Slight spoilers for S2 Duets.
After Brittany starts ignoring her, a ** off, but seriously horny, Santana is not in her best mood. At Puck's party she and an equally drunk Rachel (bonus if she already liked Santana and tells her this and BIG bonus if Santana actually likes Rachel too) making out in Puck's bedroom. Santana starts getting really aggressive with Rachel and starts calling her names "man-hands" "**" "**" or whatever and telling her that it's all her fault that Brittany doesn't want her anymore because of you liking me RuPaul and telling her that nobody but you will want her but me. Rachel is confused but she is still aroused. Afterwards Rachel's curled up in the bed bawling, and Santana is surprisingly apologetic and in tears as well and promises to never do it again. It's starts a cycle between them whenever they sleep together, Santana being overly aggressive and blaming her for Brittany not talking to her and Rachel just taking it because she thinks she deserves it and it ending with both of them in tears.
Bonus if you have Santana being crazy jealous whenever she talks to any other female and her being further enraged with jealousy if it's Brittany and/or Quinn Rachel talks to.
Big bonus if one of the glee club members finding out about (like Kurt, Mercedes or Tina) and trying to convince Rachel to stay away from Santana, but she doesn't.
Can I at least get a hopeful happy ending for Rachel/Santana?
Title: Dirty Fingers.
Author:
Rating: NC-18+
Warnings: DUB-CON [Dubious Consent]
Disclaimer: We know who made glee and started the phenomenon, I'm just doing things with the characters that RM can't do on tv. *wink*
Summary: Santana's bitter. It always seems to point back to Berry. No matter the situation it's usually her fault. Santana decides it's time someone enlightened her.
Part 1: The party
The lights in his house were dimmed low in every room, the stereo thumping through the decades-old foundation, shadows playing on the window shades like walking placards, mysterious cups in the hands of many of the house's guests. The neighbors usually let it go until two a.m., one of their husbands coming to wander through the party until they found Puck. It was half past nine now, so she had plenty of time to get wasted.
Puck threw a party the Friday after he'd returned to school, the duets competition solidified and its aftermath weeks before still fresh on her mind. Puck hadn't called her often since he returned; he was grounded until further notice for his stupid ATM stunt. They hooked up twice during school hours and once in the showers after football practice that week. Most of it was heavy petting and lewd groping as getting caught having sex would ultimately get Puck a write up he couldn't afford. Much of their interaction occurred during school hours, so he'd stopped her in the hallway before class the previous afternoon to inform her of the epic event. His mother was working as a fill in for a hospital in a nearby county, two double shifts—his sister was staying with his Nana, sick with the flu. She showed up late as usual, the party in full swing by the time she arrived, most of the foot ball team was doing keg stands in the dining room as she headed toward the kitchen.
All of the glee kids were there, every Cheerio available also in attendance. She walked past Puck in a corner with his hand up a random Cheeri-ho's skirt. She rolled her eyes and made her way to the crowded kitchen. She saw Quinn and Sam canoodling by the fridge, reaching above them to grab the whiskey in the cupboard over their heads. She knew Puck would fill it with apple juice later, sure that his mother rarely had the time to drink anymore. She grabbed a plastic cup to pour herself a double shot when Brittany rolled Artie into her line of sight.
They were talking over the music, Brittany settling near a couch in the adjacent room, sitting side straddled over Artie's legs, wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering giddily into his ear. Santana felt her cheeks burn red as she abandoned the cup, swigging freely from the large square bottle of Jack, unflinching as it burned down her throat. She'd gag if she stayed where she was, choosing to walk around the party to get her mind off the eye vomit she was currently enduring. Finn and a few of the other footballers were engrossed in a game of Halo, Rachel sitting on the couch by the ruckus with her arms crossed, seemingly annoyed.
She walked over to her, leaning on the arm of the chair as she yelled into her ear.
"Want a sip?"
She swished the bottle in her hand, her eyebrows rising to her scalp.
"I don't drink."
"Come on, it'll be better than watching this sorry excuse for entertainment."
She nodded toward the ongoing round of Halo, knowing that the midget in front of her would take the bait. She knew it would only take a little peer pressure to convince the girl, as she was so eager to be befriended. Having a very drunk Rachel Berry would take her mind off other things, so it was an easy win-win situation. Rachel was looking down at the drink, her nose wrinkling before she snatched the bottle from her hands, putting the neck of the bottle to her empty water cup; sniffing the amber fluid before downing it in one gulp.
Santana smirked. This would be fun.
They went shot for shot, Rachel complaining that she wasn't feeling any difference, Santana settled Indian style on the floor by her feet. She listened to the slur of Rachel's speech, quickly realizing that they had already finished over half of the bottle. She glanced at her watch, noting that it was only fifteen minutes after ten and she was already feeling the effects of her alcohol.
"I have to pee."
She stood slowly, putting the bottle on the coffee table by the couch and reaching her hand out to the smaller girl in front her. Rachel grabbed it reluctantly, leaning over to walk up the stairs toward the very empty hallway. They stumbled to the bathroom, Santana going to the bathroom first, Rachel deciding that she too should go as her bladder "felt like it would burst." Santana slumped against the wall until she heard the diva washing her hands, opening the bathroom door and closing it behind her with a 'thud'.
"I think I need to lie down."
It was a lot quieter upstairs. Rachel was slouching against the vanity, her wet hand pressed against her forehead; the other dangled at her side. Santana was drunk too; but she was used to being sloshed, so she grabbed Rachel's arm and led her to the one room she knew would be empty; Pucks. During most of his parties, many of the guests chose to hang on his back deck or down in his basement. Puck always flipped out when he caught anyone making out in any of the upstairs bedrooms, so most of the time the guests wandered around on the lower floors, using the bathroom in the basement instead of the master bath upstairs. She lead Rachel to his room and unceremoniously dropped her onto his bed, her arms landing above her head, her legs angled out and open under her skirt; her shirt hitched up around her bellybutton.
"Just pass out RuPaul, you're no fun when you're drunk."
"Am too—the world is just spinning at the moment."
Santana rolled her eyes. She sat down on the corner of the bed, the heat of the alcohol burning from her belly to her throat. She looked over at Rachel, sprawled out next to her, her giant eyes searching the ceiling above her, her mouth slightly agape. She sat up abruptly, steadying her swaying body with a wobbly arm. She looked over at Santana, her eyes traveling up her body and back down, stopping momentarily at her over exaggerated bosom.
"I always thought you were …sexy."
The comment threw Santana off kilter.
"You didn't need a…a boob job."
Santana smirked.
"Who asked you Man Hands?"
"Can I touch them?"
"What!"
Santana backed away, slightly unnerved at the drunken dwarf sitting next to her on Puck's bed. She took in the singer then. Her face was completely flushed, her tan skin tinted with hints of violet. She could see the girl's lace bra under the sheer of her white shirt, her skirt riding up; thighs exposed. Her doe eyes were hooded and relaxed, her plump pink lips parted as she breathed silently through them. Santana was horny. She was aching for some action and the most she'd gotten with Brittany cutting her off was quick make out sessions during her free period with Puck. She hated the little Freak in all honesty, but at the moment she couldn't control the very arousing thoughts floating around in her head. She quickly shucked her snug fitting v-neck sweater over her head, her satin black bra pushing her up in the holster, her cleavage poking out from over her cups. Rachel reached her tiny hand toward her breasts, cupping one of them through the fabric, slowly bringing the other one to join it before squeezing. Santana inhaled sharply at the contact, her nipples peaking at attention. Rachel snatched away her hands quickly.
"Sorry, did that hurt?"
The slurring in her voice was still evident. Santana pulled Rachel by the back of her neck toward her, their lips colliding in a sloppy wet mess of unresolved sexual tension. Santana threw caution to the wind, deciding that she was drunk enough to blame it on the alcohol. She was eagerly grabbing at Rachel's sides, dragging her exploring fingertips over her feverish skin. She easily tugged off the blouse, their lips parting only long enough to pull Rachel's arm sleeves off and over her head. Her hands were pulling at her shoulders, and their kisses were distracting enough for Santana to expertly unsnap her bra and rip it off. She could smell the whiskey between them, Rachel's pores emitting the savory flavor; Santana could taste it on her lips as she dragged her tongue down Rachel's neckline. Rachel was whimpering, trying to pull away when Santana reached her breasts, hovering over a perky dark brown nipple. She held the girl in place, swiping her tongue quickly around the outline, circling it again before biting down on the nub.
"Shut up RuPaul, if you scream I'll just bite harder."
Rachel arched her back the second time she did it, she was biting her lip and rocking her legs side to side, presumably squeezing her thighs to soothe her aching clit. Santana smirked against her flesh, switching sides to reintroduce Rachel to the feeling.
"Brittany doesn't like me because she must have caught you staring. She probably couldn't stand a loser tainting her girl."
Rachel tried to get up to protest, but a hand pushed down on her lazily shoulders.
"Don't deny it Treasure Trail. You like me. You probably think about me eating you out when you're making out with Finn… but he doesn't do it for you, does he? He doesn't get you wet when he touches you…But you know I can. I bet you're wet right now..."
Santana pushed her hand abruptly between Rachel's thighs, running a single finger up and down the soaked fabric of her panties. She sat up, swaying a little as she tore off the girls underwear.
"You better taste good, Berry. You better be worth Britt not wanting me for that little cripple."
She tapped her fingertip against Rachel's clit, grinning evilly when she bucked against her prying finger.
"You like that, you dirty little cunt, stop acting like you don't."
Rachel was whimpering in the most alluring of ways, she was still biting her lip, her eyes so low they were almost closed; she was staring directly at Santana, her cheeks redder than they had been before. Santana moved up her body in a fluid motion, her finger still working Rachel's clit. She'd started moaning against her, writing under her ministrations, Rachel was sinking into the bed, trying to avoid her impending orgasm.
"This is all your fault, dwarf. The only reason I'm even fucking you now is because you screwed everything up."
She didn't know why she was scapegoating the overconfident midget, but she was turned on and she needed to release some of the frustration she had building from most of the week. Rachel was openly panting, her legs wrapped around her moving hand in desperation, Santana pushed down roughly, sliding the single digit into her wet, thumping vagina, and relishing the suffocating heat of her.
She pumped furiously inside of her, another finger wiggling inside of her snug little twat. Rachel was pushing against Santana's chest, her breaths heavy in Santana's ear as she continued, slamming her fingers into the knuckle, and brushing Rachel's clit with her palm. Rachel's eyes were closed, her mouth open making incoherent barking noises as Santana fingered her. She felt her squeeze around her fingers involuntarily, Rachel seemingly losing control of her body. Santana slid back down her body, pushing her tongue through the neat hair at the apex of her thighs and licking her extremely swollen clit. She pulled one of her fingers out and sat up on her elbows.
"You know Tranny, I've always wanted to fuck you… you make me so mad sometimes I just want to break you down. You want it don't you Man Hands? You want me to eat you out…you want me to make you come."
Rachel's eyes were tearing up. She nodded her head quickly and closed her eyes.
"Open your eyes."
The chocolate orbs snapped open.
"Don't do anything unless I tell you to. I want you to see me make you come, I want you to know that this is all your fault; because everything is always your fault."
She sunk her mouth into her sex, her tongue pressing steadily against her clit, her finger resuming its deep, harsh strokes into Rachel's still wet vagina. She was visibly shaking, obviously overwhelmed. Santana reached her arm underneath herself, snaking a hand into her own panties as she lapped at the other girl's clit. She was rounding it with circles as she balanced herself on her own moving arm, rubbing hard deliberate patterns onto her own aroused clit. The noises pouring out of Rachel were heady, and she was mentally shattering as the girl clenched around her fingers, tighter than she had during the entire act.
"Don't you come until I tell you to, you RuPaul."
Rachel was practically gnawing on her bottom lip, her teeth marks digging into the tender flesh as Santana went back to flicking her tongue over her clit. Rachel's feet were burning, the tingling was making its way up to her stomach, Santana's hand curled upward and she could feel herself start to tumble over the edge. She was squeezing her walls around Santana's still moving finger, trying her best not to let herself have an orgasm obviously terrified over what would happen if she did.
Santana had slipped a finger inside herself, then another, and finally the last, she could feel herself start to bubble on the inside, the flat of her palm dragging against her clit as she rocked her hips in time to the finger still curling inside of Rachel. She'd found Rachel's g-spot, and she began rubbing against it relentlessly, the spongy flesh pushing back against her excited finger, Rachel gushing wet around the wandering digit. She felt herself climax suddenly, speeding up her hand as she barked for Rachel to come. She felt her relax against her finger, only to immediately contract wildly when Santana sucked hard on her clit. She watched under sleepy eyes as Rachel rode her orgasm, her body shaking violently when Santana pulled out of her and sat up beside her. She looked down at her slightly crimson finger, noting that she'd been pumping so hard that she'd broken Rachel's hymen, the sticky warm residue was quickly drying on her finger. Rachel sat up then, looking at her in disbelief, standing up and swaying as she looked timidly for her clothes.
"This was a mistake—I – this—I'm drunk and this didn't happen."
Santana looked at her incredulously. She was furious and disappointed at the same time.
"Finn can't know about this. This isn't cheating this is a mistake. It's not worth my relationship."
Santana's world came crashing around her. Rachel wasn't allowed to blame this on her. She wasn't allowed to regret it. She felt the tears slipping from her eyes before she could stop them, wiping at them as they sneaked down her cheeks. Rachel had pulled on her shirt and bra, curling into the fetal position behind her, her hands wrapped around her knees as she rocked silently.
"It won't happen again, Yentle. Trust me."
And she got up, grabbing her shirt as she ran to the bathroom to wash the taste out of her mouth and the blood off her fingers.
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At most this will be three parts. I have it written down and just need to type it up. Hopefully I'm doing an okay job with the prompt—and hopefully you guys will let me know. I will update after I get a few reviews.
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