Fic: Rivalry
Author: JR Boone
Rating: M because this is some serious smut.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything having to do with it. I wish I did. LOL that would be awesome. It would be like The L Word only musical.
A/N: A lot of people asked for this after "Marked" so here it is!
BOLD A/N: *READ ME* THIS CONTAINS ROUGH SEX. IF THAT AIN'T YOUR CUP OF TEA MOVE ALONG, BUT FIRST JUMP DOWN TO THE A/N AT THE BOTTOM AND READ IT!
Everyone in Lima Ohio was aware of the albeit silent rivalry between Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray. It was something that was hardly spoken of, but it was as clear as day.
Every since Quinn had rolled into town halfway through freshman year she had made it a habit of taking things away from Santana.
When she had arrived in all of her cold blonde glory she had instantly and inexplicably knocked Santana's popularity down a peg. Despite the fact that Santana's older sister was the head Cheerio. Despite the fact that Santana had been kicking ass since they were all in diapers. And despite the fact that Santana was a hello? BAD ASS MOTHER FUCKING BAMF.
In the years to follow Quinn would continue to take Santana's things.
Sophomore year when Santana should have rightfully taken her place as Head Cheerio following her sister, Quinn had fluttered her eyes at Sue Sylvester and her daddy had made a large donation to the Cheerios.
Even after the girl had created a scandal and in Sue's words "besmirched the Cheerio's reputation", the girl had still managed to steal the top spot on the squad.
Santana's grade put her at top of the class. So naturally Daddy Fabray had paid for a veritable platoon of tutors for the blonde.
Santana scraped and saved every penny she got and bought herself a badass ride. So naturally Daddy Fabray had opened his wallet to fluttering eyes and gotten Quinn an even better ride.
Boyfriends, friends, even enemies, all of them went to Quinn Fabray like moths to a flame.
To the general population of Lima it looked like Santana would never beat out Quinn Fabray, not even in a game of tic-tac-toe. Always second best.
It used to faze Santana something fierce. But these days? These days she wasn't even mad bro, because now she had something that she knew Quinn wanted but would never have the balls to take.
One, Rachel Barbra Berry.
Now don't get her wrong. This was not just about rivalry with the blonde. She was absolutely and devotedly in love with the petite singer. As far as Santana was concerned the entire Earth's existence was based on the precipice that Rachel was happy.
Because that girl?
She got her you know? She understood Santana in a way that no one had ever bothered to understand her. She knew that when Santana was being bitchy it was really just a defense mechanism brought on by lousy parents. She knew that underneath all those layers of barbs and insults that Santana was really a sweet and caring person. She knew that Santana was a fierce fighter, but an even fiercer lover.
Rachel understood her need to feel like she was in control. Rachel understood her need to feel like she was always the strong one. Rachel understood that sometimes the Latina just wanted to be held in a dark room and have sweet nothing whispered in her ear, but she knew to hold the girl in a way that made Santana feel as if she was the one doing the holding.
And to know that that girl loved her back so singularly despite all the crap she had pulled to not deserve it, gave the Latina a feeling of fullness and warmness in her heart that she had never felt before.
But knowing that she got to walk around every single day with Rachel on her arm whilst Quinn Fabray stewed in her gay panic? Knowing that seeing Rachel in Santana's letterman jacket whilst she sang her love songs while Quinn was stuck with Finnept nearly killed the blonde? That was the fucking cherry on top of her Berry Sundae.
She knew that Quinn wanted Rachel in the worst way. She was a judgmental bitch and a lesbian, ergo epic gaydar.
She saw the way the blonde looked and had been looking at the Diva since day one. She wanted Rachel as her own so bad it hurt.
But she would never have her.
Because Rachel was hopelessly devoted to Santana.
Because Santana would die before she would let anyone take Rachel from her.
And.
Because Quinn was so caught up in the wholesome popular image she had created for herself that she would never let herself be happy with the girl.
Another reason why she loved Rachel so damn much it made her light in the head? Because somehow without even needing it to be explained Rachel understood the way that Quinn Fabray made her feel, and she spent every second of every day devoting her time to making Santana feel like First Best in every aspect of her life.
It was the little things that mattered.
Like going to every Football game and Competition and cheering like a maniac at every single thing the Latina did.
Or the way that the smaller girl spent hours studying with the Cheerio to bring her grade up to a tie with Quinn's.
Or the way that after a particularly grueling practice Rachel would massage out her aches and pains slowly, leaving feather light kisses along tanned skin as she did so, while Quinn was stuck massaging her own damn shoulders.
One of the best ways that Rachel made Santana feel like a champ every single day was by making absolutely damn sure that the Cheerio's highly active sex drive was satiated. It also helped that the Diva had a rather hyper-active one of her own to boot.
But the absolutely best way that Rachel Berry showed her that she was better than Quinn Fabray? Well that was just about to happen.
The topic had come up during sex unsurprisingly. One evening about a month ago during a round of marathon sex, Rachel had slowed her delicious tongue down to a mere lap against the Latina's pussy and had began torturing all of the Latina's many kinky fantasies out of her head.
The diva had kept Santana on the brink of orgasm for close to four hours as she asked for explicit details on how to please her girlfriend. Santana had never felt like she was going to actually die before that moment when she looked down to see her girlfriend slowly lapping at her clit and watching her with intense, burning, questioning eyes.
She had cried so hard during those four hours that her whole body had ached for days after. She had screamed out every single dirty thing that she wanted to do to the girl and have done to her. And in between the pleas and cries of desperation Rachel had successfully worked out a laundry list of wants before pushing a finger into the Latina's ask and tongue fucking her into near oblivion.
Amongst all of the things shouted that night there had been one that Rachel had been the most understanding and supportive about. The want to fuck Rachel, with a strap-on, into a coma on Quinn Fabrays bed. The desire to give the blonde a smell of the tight delicious pussy that she would never taste. The burning need to one up the bitch in the best way imaginable.
Santana knew that Quinn was onto Rachel's scent like a bloodhound. She had made sure of it by fucking the brunette long and slow against the her locker once. Her locker that was right next to Quinn's. She had simply smirked deviously when the Quinn asked about the musky sweet smell and had exclaimed very satisfied that Rachel was insatiable even at school.
And that is where she was now, cautiously making her way to Quinn's front door as Rachel rubbed the hard silicone bulge between her legs with utter desperation.
"Look at you," Santana smirked as she pushed the diva up against the Fabray's front door and pulled the spare key she had procured out her pocket. "You're practically salivating as you jack me off aren't you?" Santana purred sticking the key in the lock and pressing their midsections together.
"I need you Tana," Rachel said huskily running her hands up the Cheerio's abdomen and grazing her nails against taunt flesh.
"And you're going to have me baby," Santana grinned biting down roughly on the girl's neck and holding her to her body as she slowly pushed open the door.
As soon as the large ornate door swung closed behind them Rachel pressed her body tightly up against Santana's, her breaths already coming out in shallow pants as the Latina gazed hungrily at her. "When you look at me like that it makes me feel like you want to devour me," Rachel whimpered, her brows furrowing as Santana ran slender fingers up her thigh and teased the damp material of her underwear.
"That's because I do," Santana growled lifting the diva up off the ground and wrapping her legs around her midsection. "I look at you like that because I want to spend the rest of my life devouring you."
"Oh god," Rachel moaned, her head falling onto her girlfriend's shoulder as her already throbbing clit pressed up against the bulge in Santana's pants.
"What do you need baby?" Santana asked massaging the girl's round ass and blowing lightly against her thrumming pulse point.
"Please baby, I need you to fuck me," Rachel whimpered, her body shivering from the multiple stimuli stirring her arousal. "I need you to show her what she can't ever have."
"Oh fuck," Santana growled her body surging forwards at the girl's carefully constructed words. Words that she knew were designed to feed her ego in the most sinful way. "Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me Rachel?" She asked fiercely as she began walking in the direction of the stair case.
"No, but please show me," Rachel whispered humping her hips forwards and making the Latina let out a grunt as she began taking the steps two at a time despite the fact that she had Rachel Berry wrapped around her.
"Oh I'm going to fucking show you," Santana growled as she kicked open Quinn's bedroom door and carried the girl through the archway. "I'm going to fucking show you and Quinn Fabray who owns this pussy," she ground out as she reached between them and forced her fingers into the girl's underwear.
"Oh fuck," Rachel cried at the sudden touch, her head falling back as Santana laid her down on the bed and pressed hard against her soaked cunt.
"Fuck you're so wet baby," Santana ground out as she watched Rachel's pupils dilate and her mouth drop open in pleasure. "You're so fucking wet for me. Are you fucking wet because of me?" She purred dipping her fingers into Rachel's tight opening and stretching her.
"Oh god yes Santana…it's all for you…always for you," Rachel moaned as her eyes slammed shut and her body arched off of the cream colored bedspread.
"Just for me," Santana purred pressing her tongue flat against the girl's pulse point and groaning at the taste of the girl. "Never for Quinn?" She asked as she pushed a hand up the girl's shirt and roughly tweaked a rock hard nipple.
"Oh god fucking never," Rachel cried out as the movement inside of her became rougher her head tossed to the side. "She was looking at me the other day," Rachel groaned out, her eyes fluttering open to gaze at the look of utter ferocity on her lovers face. "She was watching me bend over. She wants me so bad but she can't have me."
"That's fucking right she can't have you!" Santana roared as she sat up astride the Diva and violently ripped her top off, revealing a set of perfectly round tits still showing light bruises from the night before. "She can fucking look all she wants but she never have this will she?"
"No she'll never have this," Rachel cried out as her hands flew to her breasts and began massaging them roughly.
"Not even if she begs? Not even if she cries?" Santana asked watching the Diva writhe under her as she stroked the hard silicone lump through her pants.
"No…no…she won't," Rachel shouted passionately as her hooded eyes watched the Latina bend over and envelope one of her stiff nipples in her mouth. "Oh Santana!" Rachel cried as the Cheerio bit down roughly and then began to lap at the tender skin like a puppy.
"You're mine Rachel," Santana growled out as her hips began to hump down into the girl's pussy and her fingers worked at the girl's nipples. "Not Quinn's of Finn's, but mine, how did I get so lucky?" She asked her voice dipping with seriousness as she crawled up the girl's body and began suckling at her pulse point like a vampire seeking nourishment.
"It's because you're you baby," Rachel moaned her toes curling as the rough material of Santana's jeans rubbed deftly against her clit. "Please I need you," she whimpered as the Latina's hips began to slow down and make rougher strokes against her.
"I'm going to fuck you into oblivion Rachel Berry," Santana growled biting down hard on the girl's neck and earning a yelp of pained pleasure. "I'm going to make you come for me so hard that your come is going to soak through to the mattress. Do you want that baby?"
"Yes please," Rachel managed to gasp out as the Latina jumped off of her and ripped her skirt and panties off in one go and stared hungrily down at her swollen pussy. Slowly and pointedly the diva ran a hand through her wetness before reaching over and wiping it against Quinn's pillow, leaving a damp wet trail across it.
Santana watched this with wide eyed fascination before a roar ripped out of her throat and she ripped her own clothing off, throwing it across the room, and dropping to her knees in between Rachel's legs. "Fuck you make me feel like an animal," Santana growled biting the Diva's thigh harshly as her head filled with the girl's musky scent.
"Show me Santana, show me how I make you feel," Rachel whimpered out breathlessly, her head thrashing from side to side at the feeling of having her lover's heady breathe ghost across her straining pussy.
"Oh I'll fucking show you," Santana growled before digging sharp nails into the girl's thigh and thrusting her tongue into the girl's wet hole.
"Oh god!" Rachel wailed out, her voice filling the empty house from the rafters to the floor boards.
"Fuck," Santana growled thrusting her tongue in and out of the girl and forcing her to lay flat on the mattress with heavy hands. "You taste so fucking sweet baby," she groaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as her girlfriend's juices smeared across her face.
Quickly the Latina set up a punishing pace, her tongue thrusting into the girl like a jackhammer and after every four strokes slipping out so she could bite down on the girl's clit before impaling itself in the girl's cunt again. Below her Rachel thrashed from side to side, her head lifting off of the mattress with every thrust and a string of Yiddish praises falling out of her o-shaped lips like a sonnet.
Under her hands Santana could feel the diva's muscles beginning to clench and tighten and the hands tangled roughly in her hair began to grip in tune with her thrusts.
Her entire body felt filled with the girl's essence that was soaking the sheets beneath her and Santana's hips began to erratically hump the side of the bed, sending spikes of arousal through her body as the clit insert rubbed against her.
"Oh fuck…oh San…fuck," Rachel started to cry as her body began lifting off of the mattress and her back arched up and out till she was nearly sitting up, rubbing her pussy on the Latina's face.
"Fucking scream my name Rachel!" Santana roared as she pulled her tongue out of the girl and wrapped her lips around her engorged clit, sucking once, then twice, before biting down roughly on it and forcing three fingers into the girl's hole.
"Fuck! Santana!" Rachel screamed out as her orgasm hit her with the force of a freight train and petite frame jumped from the mattress and suspended her in mid air before falling back down in a mess of pants and bones.
Between the girl's legs Santana watched the clear silky fluid run out of the girl mesmerized, her eyes glued to the soaked circular stain now seeping through the sheets underneath her.
Nimble fingers glided through her hair and pulled her up, her body, shivering violently as Santana pressed hot open mouthed kissed against her skin. "I love you so much," Rachel murmured as Santana settled between her legs and looked down at her with intense adoring eyes.
"Y te amo mi amor," Santana whispered as she began to press light kisses to the girl's forehead and slowly rotate her hips down into her.
"Oh god," Rachel croaked out as she felt the Latina's stiff nipples graze against her own and hard silicone rub across her pussy lips.
"Mmm," Santana sighed contentedly, leaning down and biting the girl's bottom lip. "I want to fuck you so bad right now."
"Do it please, I'm all yours," Rachel whimpered, her hands resting on the Latina's shoulders and gripping them slightly as she looked up with intense needy eyes.
"And I'm all yours," Santana whispered, her voice filled with love as she reached between them and slowly guided the fake cock into her girlfriend's tight opening. "Do you know how important it is for me to say that Rachel?" She asked as she began to make long slow strokes inside of her girlfriend.
"Tell me," Rachel whimpered as her body began to rock in tune with the Latina's, her eyes fighting to stay open and soak up all of the devotion pouring out of her lover.
"I've never let anyone own me like this," Santana growled, pushing down the urge to begin hammering into her girlfriend like a piston. "I've never trusted anyone enough to care for me like I let you."
"Oh god," Rachel keened as the Cheerio's forehead dropped against hers and dark brown eyes bore into her soul, making her feel exposed in an all-encompassing way. "Neither have I," she managed to groan out as the cock buried inside of her began to hit her g-spot like a magnet.
"You never will right?" Santana asked biting her own lip, her voice sounding broken at the thought of Rachel ever giving herself to someone like this that wasn't her. "You'll always be mine?"
"Always, always yours," Rachel gasped out as the Latina started to push harder and faster into her. "No one could ever take me from you."
"Do you promise?" Santana purred burying her head in the girl's neck and beginning to suckle on her already bruised pulse point.
"Oh god I promise," Rachel keened out, her head arching back to the give the girl more room to bite and suck.
"God Rachel, what are you doing to me?" Santana groaned out as her body flooded with fiery passion and her hips began to thrust into the diva with an almost animalistic hunger. "I can't get enough of you."
"Oh fuck!" Rachel cried out, her body lurching back with every thrust and her legs wrapping around the Cheerio's hips to hold her in place.
"You fucking love this don't you?" Santana howled her body arching upwards and her eyes staring down at the girl beneath her. "You love me fucking you like my little bitch. You love feeling me inside of you! Admit it!" She bellowed reaching down and tangling her fingers in thick chestnut locks.
"Oh god yes!" Rachel cried out as Santana plunged deeper and deeper into her until the strap-on was bottoming out and the pleather buckles were digging into her clit.
"No one can ever do this for you like I can!" Santana roared, her entire body now lurching forwards with every thrust as she jack hammered into the petite girl. "Not Finn or any of those other losers you dated! And not ever fucking Quinn Fabray!"
"Never!" Rachel cried out, her hands fisting the blankets as the force from Santana's thrusts pushed her across the now ruined sheets.
Santana felt as if she was wild. Her body forced the girl below her deep into the mattress and her head thrashed side to side before her eyes fell on something that made her let out a deep guttural howl. Across from the bed tucked into a corner of Quinn's vanity was a picture of Rachel. Her girlfriend. Quinn Fabray thought she could get away with having a picture of her girlfriend in her room.
An almost desperate possessiveness shot through the Cheerio like white hot fire and her hands reached down to grip tightly to Rachel hips. "I love you more than anyone ever could Rachel Berry," she growled out, punctuating ever word with a sharp thrust. "When you come I want you to drench this fucking bed in it. I want you to scream so fucking loud that Quinn can hear it all the way from church."
"Oh god yes I love you!" Rachel wailed out as the thrusts to her pussy became erratic and sloppy.
Both girl's breaths were coming out in harsh pants and Santana felt as if she was about to pass out as sweat dripped down her toned back and her eyes clenched shut. Unable to stand it anymore she fell down on her girlfriend, buried her face in the girl's bruised neck, and began rutting into her life her as if her life depended on it.
A steady chants of "I love yous" began to spill out of both girl's mouths and Santana let out a howl of appreciation when she felt sharp nails dig into her back and scratch down it, stinging deliciously as blood mixed with sweat.
The movement between them had ceased to have any distinguishable rhythm at this point. It was just the two brunettes rocking together like twin boats on a stormy sea. Against Rachel's skin Santana could feel something deep within the singer's chest begin to rise up and she bit down hard as wave after wave of intense pleasure started to roll through her body.
Underneath her Rachel gave a sharp jerk and her body lifted them both off of the mattress and her moth opened to let out the loudest scream of her name that Santana had ever heard.
Together they reached their orgasms like a flash flood and Santana cried out in pleasure and love as she felt hot liquid shoot out of the girl and drench her from the waist down.
"Oh fucking god Santana!" Rachel screamed before falling back onto the bed in a dead faint, her bruised chest rising and falling and her body trembling like an earthquake underneath her.
Santana watched all of this with rapt attention. Her eyes feasting on the sight of Rachel Berry twitching and shaking underneath her body as hot liquid flowed out of her like lava.
Every minuscule detail filled her head and her heart with so much love that she felt she could die right then, and she could barely contain the sobs threatening to break free from her body at the knowledge that she had done this. She had literally fucked her girlfriend so deep and fully that the girl had passed out from the sheer strength of her orgasm.
With tears of love and devotion running down the Latina's face she gently pulled out of her girlfriend and shivered as she watched liquid drip out of the girl's pussy and onto the bed below her. Carefully as if handling a priceless piece of glass the Latina gently pulled the girl out of the profuse wet spot on the bed and laid her down away from it before removing the sodden strap-on from around her waist.
Keeping her eyes on her girlfriend she quietly shuffled through the mess of clothing on the floor and retrieved her cell phone, smiling when she realized that it would still be an hour and a half before the Fabray's even left the church.
Wiping her face devoid of tears the Cheerio quickly sat an alarm for an hour later and set it on the bedside before lying down and pulling the tiny brunette into her arms.
Rachel sleepily opened an eye and smiled serenely up at the Cheerio before curling into her body and sighing her contentment. "I love you Santana," Rachel whispered huskily, placing a soft chaste kiss to the girl's neck.
"Y te amo mi amore," Santana whispered running her fingers through the girl's tangled hair. "Now sleep, I'll wake you up in a while."
"Okay," Rachel murmured closing her eyes and immediately falling asleep on her girlfriend's chest.
Santana sat there for that hour running her fingers through the girl's hair and pressing feather light kisses to her forehead, a look of absolute peace on her usually stony face.
Quinn Fabray could keep the popularity and the position, because Santana Lopez had one thing the blonde would never have. Rachel Berry's heart.
A/N: SOOOOOO WHAT YA'LL THINK? I'VE DECIDED TO DO A WHOLE SERIES OF PEZBERRY KINKS IN THIS UNIVERS BECAUSE I'M POSITIVE THAT IF RACHEL AND SANTANA DID HOOK UP THE SEX WOULD BE EXPLOSIVE!
SO ALL YA'LL SEXY PEOPLE HIT UP MY COMMENTS WITH PROMPTS AND I'LL POKE THROUGH THEM AND WRITE ON THEM LEISURLY!