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and can I just fangirl because StraightShark reviewed it too? I've been reading her fics for ages. And I'm just awed.
Also, I need to change the title so it won't be deleted.
How's Pleasure Buddies?
But its still Fuck Buddies to me.
Title: Fuck Buddies
Summary: It wasn't like she had a choice in this matter. She knows she never had a choice anyways. After all, that girl was irresistible, who is Brittany to deny her? G!P HotNerd!Brittany, Popular!Santana
Pairing: Brittany, Santana
Rating: M
School's been… tough. How can it not be with Santana always glaring at me and mouthing the words 'our deal' every time we pass by each other in the corridor. It's crazy, I mean, when she didn't notice me—I was already going mad for her to know my name and now, with all these threats, glares and harsh slushies—I kind of wish she just didn't know I existed again.
Like, what's the big deal with us having sex? It's what every high school student does nowadays. Sure, it's not a good quota to have the top cheerleader and lowest nerd get it on in the star footballer's bed—but what could hurt her? And who am I going to tell? I'm a loser, remember? There's no one but—oh. Right, I have Mike.
And speak of the devil, my best friend comes rushing to my side, hands clasped together as he mutters a lot of "sorry's" to me.
"God Britt, I'm so sorry—I didn't know what was going inside my head." He whined, throwing his head back in frustration as I watch him, amused.
"First, the cheerleaders are giving us cupcakes for winning the game and then when we opened the door to the party I suddenly felt so hit and high—I'm just really sorry." He said, explaining his situation with a lot of hand gestures as we walk along the hallways.
I stop walking and face him with a half-smile. "It's okay Mike, I was guessing something happened to you." I assured him, giggling. "You'd never leave me—right?" I then asked, half-wondering if he somehow bailed on me.
His black eyes widen and his jaw drops to the floor while shaking his head furiously. "What? No! I'd never leave you, what kind of a question is that Britt? You're my best friend." He huffs, making me cross my arms playfully as I roll my eyes at him for acting so childish.
Smacking his shoulder, I play with the straps of my backpack as we stop in front of the last class of the day, Biology. Which won't be too good because my love and my torturer is going to be inside there as well.
"So, did they do anything? You have to tell me." He asked me with a stern look, eyeing every single cheerleader and jock in the room as we sit beside each other in the left end. I shrug my shoulders, drop my bag and get comfy in my seat.
"Nothing really, Noah just pushed me away from you and let me be." It wasn't a lie, not a complete lie. Noah did push me away from Mike but I couldn't tell him that he lured me to Santana which ended up in—well, losing my virginity.
He quirks his eyebrow at me and clucks his tongue, a sign that he doesn't believe me. "Really? And that's all he did?" he asks again, pushing me on for more information.
I nod my head slowly. "Yes Mike, I promise you that for the first time in my life, Noah didn't do anything." I assured him with the most truthful eyes I can give him. And its true, Noah didn't do anything—but Santana did. And Mike didn't ask me what Santana did.
He hums, leaning back on his chair to get comfy as well while eyeing me wearily. "Are you sure you're not just hiding something so he wont kill you or whatever? Like black mail?"
Laughing, I bring out my notebook and point my pen at him while grinning. "Nope." I replied, popping the 'p' while I fix my sitting position just as the teacher comes in and writes something on the board.
The whole entire lesson I ignore the eye daggers digging holes into my skull from the girl sitting two seats behind me.
As I walk back to my locker alone when Mike left me when Tina waited for him outside of the room, I feel the down-weight of what Santana acted towards me this morning sink my mood. I don't know why but it's just really depressing hearing the love of your life tell you that their love making was all fake making.
And just as I closed my locker and bend down to grab my bag, it's suddenly being kicked away a few lockers to the right and I stumble on my feet because I bent too low. Grabbing a handle to steady myself, I bring my body up and come face to face with no other than Santana herself.
"Santana—?"
She holds a finger up and glares at me. "What did you tell him?" she asks in a hiss, voice dripping with venom as I take a big gulp.
I shake my head and nibble on my lower lip. "I—I didn't tell him anything." I replied, stuttering as she gets closer to me, making my back collide with the lockers—I had no escape again.
She slams her hand on the locker behind me and traps me there. Her right—free—hand laying on her waist as she tilts her body to side with a fixed glare. "You better not be lying blondie."
I internally groan at myself because not only Mike thinks I'm lying to him, but so does Santana. Can't people just believe me?
"I'm not lying." I whisper out, my blue eyes averting past Santana's face to see people walking pass us with curious facial expressions.
Santana scrunches her nose and pushes herself off the locker wall. We have an eye staring contest before she's smirking at me then walking away—but not before kicking my bag—farther than it already is.
I sigh and drop my head against the small metal doors, closing my eyes for a moment to calm myself down before kicking off the wall and bending down to pick up my bag before it gets thrown away again.
Seriously, I'm starting to think more deeply now than ever as to why Santana hates me. The obvious reason is because I'm a nerd at this school but her kind of bullying is the type that's cruel and never-ending. It's like everyday she thinks of what new bad thing to do to me and it never fails to leave me in pain.
Walking down the steps of my school, I approach my car and beep it open. It's rare that I'd bring my car to school because honestly—I come from a rich family, my parents are doctors and they gave me this sweet silver BMW for my 16th birthday but I knew what would happen to my baby if I brought it to school—and I don't want to see it filled with colored spray paint, I'd just burst.
The only reason why I drove to school instead of taking the school bus was because I missed the school bus. Remember? Woke up late in sticky bed sheets at Noah's house? Yeah, if I walked to school, I'd be missing my first class and in all my high school life—I have never skipped.
So I don't know if you call it fate or something but as I open the back seat and drop my bag, I watch a jock and a cheerleader fighting and screaming at each other, with the jock leaning back on the motorcycle like he's bad-ass or something. Typical.
And its not fate or something but the jock is Noah and the cheerleader is Santana. Not a surprise they're with each other really, they are the star couple of this school. But everybody knows they don't take it seriously because Santana's a lesbian—and again gay is cool here.
"What the fuck Noah." I hear Santana growl at him, opening her hands to the side as she stares at him in disbelief. "You know I don't ride on motorcycles." She huffs, stomping her feet down.
Noah rolls his eyes at her and puts on his helmet. "Sorry sweetie." He replies with a sick tone, adjusting the fastener. "—But my car was towed last night because some dude parked it on the sidewalk."
I'm walking to the driver seat of my car when I decided to stop listening to them. I never knew Noah brought Santana home—has he been doing that for the past 4 years too?
"You're an asshole!" I suddenly hear her scream as the noise of the engine of his motorcycle starts revving and he's riding out of the school, leaving Santana alone as she tucks her chin and covers her face from the world.
I'm so lost at what happened that I try to step inside my car but then I miss the stoop, tripping forward as my forehead bangs on the hood of the car and thus, I'm falling on my butt with a hard thump.
And fuck that really hurts.
Santana must have heard me because she swivels on the balls of her feet and looks around the parking lot with furrowed eyebrows. The opposite side of my car is facing her so she can't see me but only a BMW by its lonesome.
"Who's there?" she huffs, her usual stern voice changing to a more defeated and tired one.
I bite my lip to keep the groan of pain from escaping my lips as I feel my forehead stinging. It's probably red right now and I really just want to scream out the pain.
"Who's there?" she repeats her question again, her feet making sounds of walking towards the BMW—and it gets closer and closer.
I ball my fists and try to think of a plan which is to crawl inside my open driver door and turn on the car then dash away before Santana sees me being stupid again. So how can I do that in one second?
"You know I can hear you whining like a kicked dog." She huffs, coming to a stop in the passenger's side of the car. "And your door is open so stand up." She demands, like she owns the world. Well, she owns my world so that's a plus.
Thinking I don't have any other escape route again because she always manages to block me, I slowly push myself up and shyly look at her through the hood of my car.
I see the wheels turning on her head before Santana's tilting her head to the side and giving me an eye stare of disbelief. "Blondie?" she calls out, cocking her hip to the side—it's a good thing I'm tall because I can see her but can she see my fingers fidgeting by my abdomen?
And why is it that I keep bumping into her?
"H-Hi." I reply dumbly, jerking my arm up to give her a small wave.
She doesn't seem too amused by me.
"Is this your car?" she asks me, nudging her chin to my BWM as I take a deep breath and nod very slowly.
She clucks her tongue, rotates her head to examine the parking lot before tugging the door open and climbing in, leaving me jaw-dropped.
Did Santana Lopez just offered herself a ride in my car?
I'm still standing there, frozen as I stare into the space of the parking lot when Santana all about ducks her head and looks me in the eye, saying, "What're you waiting for blondie? Get in."
And this is my car—and she's telling me to get in.
Licking my lips, I rub my still aching forehead and slide myself inside the driver's seat, closing my door shut as I search for the keys in the pocket of my jeans. In the corner of my eye, I see Santana fixing her lipstick on the top mirror.
I unconsciously stare at her lips for way too long, making her notice me as she flicks her hand to break my trance.
"As much as I love your ogling. Are you starting the car or what?" she aggressively asks me, shaking her head while muttering some Spanish words that I don't understand.
I suck in my cheeks and bite my inner right one as I plug the key and start the engine. The car roars and Santana gasps in what I can see for a second as – excitement?
She turns to me in her seat and winks. "Nice car you got blondie. Who thought you were rich?" she jokes, leaning back to get comfy as I scrunch my nose at her.
Okay, this went too far.
"Why are you in-inside my car?" I stutter out, mentally slapping myself in the face for trying to not sound like a coward which failed of course.
Santana stops whatever she's doing to her hair and laughs. Laughs at me before answering my question. "Isn't it obvious? You're taking me home." She snarls, puckering her lips to the mirror as I frown at her.
"What?" I ask back, tilting my head to side as I drum my fingers on the steering wheel. I really don't want but also want Santana to be here with me right now. Why can't she be that sweet girl from last night? I'd appreciate that more.
She rolls her eyes at me like I'm asking an obvious question before leaning back to wrap her body with the seatbelt. "You're bringing me to my casa." She says, clucking her tongue with the Spanish accent. "There, I said it in half-Spanish, want me to say the sentence fully?"
I gulp and shake my head, still stuck in place because I really don't know what to do. Am I just going to follow her wishes and bring her home?
One, I care about her and don't want her to walk alone at this time of the day.
But two, she's mean and rude and deserves to know her place.
Lastly, three—I'm whipped as fuck.
"So are you going to drive or what?" she asks, clearly irritated at the fact we've been in the parking lot for over 30 minutes now.
I nod my head dumbly, giving in because seriously, I can never deny this girl, and reverse the car before stepping on the pedal to go forward. We're out of the gates and into the road as I slow down because oh yeah, I don't know where she lives.
She seems to sense my inner debate because now she's fixing herself on the seat and pointing to the right fork. "You know the way to Noah's house?" she starts off and I nod because yes, I do.
"Okay just go there then after that I'll lead the way." She says in a monotone voice, her usual bitchy façade out of the window as I drive through the streets of Lima.
There's a silence in the car and I'm really sweating because I'm nervous. I want to talk to her but I also don't want. Ugh, she just makes me want to do two things at the same time, it's driving me crazy.
"So—uh…" I mumble out, thinking of a good start. "A-are you okay?" I decided to ask, bringing up the topic of what happened to her and Noah a while ago.
I subtly eye her and she looks back at me with a deep frown. "No." she replies simply, gritting her teeth. "No. I didn't give you permission to talk to me." She growls, crossing her arms together. "Just drive and keep quiet."
Whimpering like a kicked puppy, I hope she didn't hear that because I tuck my chin under me and keep my blue eyes on the road in a peeking version, knowing I'll never have a good conversation with my crush.
Then at last, we reached Noah's house and I wait for her to say something because its either I turn left or right. I shuffle in my seat and stop in front of his house to ask her what next when I realized she fell asleep.
A small smile tugs on my lips as I giggle at the cuteness that is Santana Lopez. She's so vulnerable and open that I feel like if I do something stupid or carefree, she won't bite back at me with her vicious words. So I take this time to grab my phone under the globe compartment and sneak in a picture.
And to my fucking dismay, I forgot to turn off the flash so as soon as the picture clicks and the flash comes out brightly, my eyes widen and I hide my phone under my thigh as I see Santana scrunch her face and slowly wake up.
"What the fuck was that?" She groans, rubbing her cheek to remove the stiffness. "Did you flash a light bulb on me or something, blondie?"
My eyes go wide as I shake my head furiously before pointing my finger outside the car, to Noah's house. "Uh—We're here…" I mutter, watching as she turns to look outside.
She hums and cracks her back before straightening up in the seat. "Okay, just go right on the corner then follow it all the way down to the dead end and that's me." She says and I feel my chest tightening because her voice was so soft and nice to hear.
I nod my head—and wow I've done a lot of nodding and following her instructions today.
"It's a long way down by the way." She adds in a mumble, resting her chin on the palm of her hand as she looks out of the window, eyeing the passing houses.
The silence is back and I'm shocked to say that after the second house we went by, Santana finally decided to talk to me. "I'm fine." She says, not bothering to look at me.
I furrow my eyebrows at this in confusion.
She sighs and says it again. "I'm fine. You asked me if I was okay right?"
Mouth opening to an 'o' shape, a small smile appears on my lips because she actually remembered my question.
"Th—That's good." I whisper out, slowing down my car so I could have more time with her and I hope she doesn't notice this because only a fool in love would do this.
"Noah's such an asshole." She vents out, her venom voice coming back to the world. "He knows I hate motorcycles yet he brought one to school and also knows he brings me home everyday." She complains some more, still not looking my way. "Like seriously, if you know you're bringing someone home who hates motorcycles, don't bring one."
I flash her a sympathetic smile, hoping she'd see it through the reflection of the window when we pass by the 6th house. How many more houses till the end?
"And then you know what he tells me?" she huffs in frustration, hands coming out as gestures to her feelings. "Go walk then Santana." She says, mimicking a low voice that should sound like Noah's.
I try to hold back my giggle.
I feel her roll her eyes and bang her head on the window. "Fucking asshole."
Then I'm all happy. I'm happy she's comfy enough to vent to me her feelings and I'm happy that she's not talking bad about me but rather talking bad about someone who's in the same level as her in school.
I didn't even realize she's looking at me now because I'm too busy smiling and humming and drumming my fingers on the steering wheel.
Finally we stop at the dead end and I curve my vehicle to the side, making sure when she opens the door she's faced to her house. I duck down to see where my crush lives and smile when I see that its just so her.
She grabs her bag from the back and pushes the door open by kicking it. And if it was anybody else, I'd be mad because nobody treats my baby like trash. But if its Santana, I'll let it slide.
Santana climbs out of my car and I feel the sudden urge to go out too, so I unbuckle my belt and open my door to face her over the hood again. Santana closes the door and fixes the strap of her bag before turning to me. Eyebrows furrowing for a moment like she's contemplating something.
I'm stuck in place, watching her eyes turn into different shades of color when she nudges her chin behind her—to her house with a playful grin. "Want to go in?" she asks, not bothering to wait for my answer as she starts to walk on the stone steps of her home.
My eyes go wide as I stumble on my feet and grab my keys from the hole, forgetting to duck back up, making me hit my head—again, but at least it's the back part of my head but yeah, ouch.
Hissing, I pull myself away from my car which is suddenly being mean to me and close the door, I beep it lock and wipe my sweaty palms on the top part of my jeans before taking a deep breath and following Santana inside her house. She left the door open for me too.
Walking into her household, I didn't realize how great it feels to be surrounded by her scent. It just smells Santana, and it's amazing.
"Are you going to stand in my doorway like a creeper the whole night or get in and close the door?" she asks me as she comes out of a door with her hands to her hips, giving me an arched eyebrow as I turn around and close her front door.
I'm standing awkwardly on the middle of the living room as I watch Santana sit on the couch nearest to the TV while pulling her phone out of her bra. She's typing something on her phone when I just wring my fingers together and stay there—standing.
It feels like hours of standing awkwardly in the middle of Santana's living room with me just staring at her or her baby pictures on top of the TV when she finally says something.
"Do you want me to offer you to sit down because I'm not really in the mood to be the host." She grumbles, eyeing me through the top part of her phone.
I lick my lips and slowly squat down until I'm met with her couch. I fall down on the soft cushion and lean back. I continue to look at my fingers and play some sort of thumb wrestling battle when Santana throws a remote on my lap.
I pull my head up and give her a confused expression.
She points at her TV. "Go watch, isn't that what you nerds do everyday? Watch animated shit?"
Then she stops there and goes back to being busy with her phone.
I sigh and stare at the remote control in my hands, considering to just quietly leave her house and go back home to my lonely and empty one. Yup, I'll just get up, go to her front door, turn to her and say, "Nice hanging with you Santana." Then leave before I humiliate myself even more. Perfect, flawless plan indeed Brittany.
So on the count of three, I'm going to stand an—
"Ugh. Fine." Santana growls to herself, causing me to stop my thoughts and eye her with confusion as she pushes herself off the couch and walks to me sexily—images of our night coming back to my head as I take a big gulp and scramble to my feet.
I cannot let myself feel hurt again with her taking control of me by using sex. The first time was already bad enough.
"Santana—no. I don't want—" I struggled to say, hands going up to make her stop walking to me as she stops an inch away and crosses her arms together, smirking at me. "I—no. Ca-Can we just talk?" I try, whimpering as she unties her pony tail.
What is she? Some kind of sex lioness?
"Well, I don't want to talk." She husks, kicking her shoes off her feet as she bends down to remove her cheerleading socks. "Far from what I want actually." She adds in a sultry voice, throwing her socks away and I'm pretty sure it landed on the couch she was sitting on.
I still hold my hands up and shake my head furiously. "Your parents Santana—"
"—My parents—" she says loudly, her voice strong with a hidden meaning to it. "—never comes home."
Tilting my head to the side, I try to understand what she's trying to say here. "The—y don't?"
She shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders. "Overseas working, sends me money in my bank account and that's it." She huffs, twirling a strand of hair as she bites her lips.
All of a sudden, I pity her. No wonder she's like this, her parents are never home and she's practically had a lonely life. So that's why she wants to be in control, so no one can break her.
It seems like she knows I'm realizing her livelihood because all of a sudden she's mad and stomping her way to me before pushing my shoulders hard and down, making me slump on the couch as she stands in front of me, smirking wide.
"Enough of that." she says, licking her lower lip slowly. "I gotta be honest with you blondie, you're quite good at it." She hums, going to the zipper of her cheerios' top on the left side. I gulp and switch between watching her unzip herself and her sexy eyes.
"G-good at what?" I ask, all stutter because I feel my member start to harden.
She chuckles and winks at me. "At sex." She replies bluntly, zipper coming to a stop at the highest end. And I sigh when I see her beautiful mocha-tan skin exposed to the world.
Subconsciously, I lick my lips.
"S-Santana…" I managed to let out, looking down at my fingers to play with them nervously. "You said I shouldn't take advantage of you." I mumble out, pouting because I don't want her to regret having sex with me again.
Santana places a hand on my shoulder and tilts my chin up to face her with her other hand, her eyes shining brightly at me. "This is different now." She says, massaging my cheek and I let out a relaxed breath because this is the Santana I'm in love with. "My deal still stands, nobody can hear about—us." She grunts, pointing at both me and her as I feel my shoulders deflate. "We are never going to have an 'us' so this is the best you're going to get blondie."
I bite my lip and consider the offer. Is she trying to say I'm going to be her sex toy or something? A slave?
"I'll say it again, sex with you is really good." She says, laughing with wide eyes to show how much she loved our last night love making. Well, love making to me. "And I can't waste a good opportunity in good sex." She says simply, clucking her tongue. "So again…again, our deal is still very much active."
I scrunch my nose and look at her with a slight edge in my pupils. "What're you trying to say here Santana?" I ask, defeated.
She smirks and kisses my cheek softly before leaning close to my ear and whispering, "I'm trying to say you're going to be my fuck buddy."
I feel my body jolt and suddenly my hands are pushing her away, making her stumble and fall on the wooden coffee table—it's a good thing she's small because if not, she would've broken the table and that'd be really bad—I don't want to hurt Santana.
Feeling guilty for what I did, I bring my hands out to her and she swats it away, ignoring what just happened as she settles herself comfortably on the table. Santana crosses her legs and leans forward to stare at me again.
"Don't like it?" she asks, smirking at me smugly as if to dare me to deny the offer.
And boy I really want to deny it. I'm freaking in love with this girl and I'm just a fuck buddy to her?
I shake my head. "I don't want that." I reply strongly, biting my lip.
Santana rolls her eyes and hums. "You're lying to yourself now Pierce." She snickers, wagging a finger at me. "I know you like me."
I gulp, at least not love.
"It's as obvious as a pregnant lady."
I don't know what to say, should I finally confess my love to her? Or is that too fast?
"And I know you want this." She says more, gesturing to her body up and down. "And there's nothing wrong with having sex and being my fuck buddy." Santana chortles, tilting her head to the side as I give her a look of disbelief.
My face contorts in disgust but why do I feel my body go desperate for her?
"Just—" holding a finger up, she points at me daringly. "—make it a secret. Nobody can know about this and you can have your way with me any day—anytime, anywhere." She husks out, uncrossing her legs to open her legs wide—making me groan upon seeing a wet patch on her panties.
Santana giggles at me.
"Comprende?" she asks for my agreement in Spanish, clucking her tongue.
I think about the pro's and con's.
Pro's, I get to be with the love of my life intimately, fulfilling all my dreams.
Con's, its based on pure sex and not what I want which is love.
Pro's, I'll get to spend time with Santana.
Con's, Spending time with her in a closed room, which I want but I would also love to bring her dates and such.
Pro's, its not that bad—is it?
Con's, Its so bad, you're going to end up getting really hurt.
Sighing, I scratch my head and groan. My head isn't making it easy for me and as I let Santana wait for my decision, she grows more desperate—for me.
"Is it a yes?" she asks, nudging me on as I close my eyes and tell myself to answer her.
Just do it.
Santana huffs and rolls her eyes at me, irritated. "Don't got all day blondie." She mutters, kicking the sofa bottom near my leg out of boredom.
I bite my lip, throw myself back to a straight sitting position and gulped. "Yes." I let out, internally slapping myself in the face because I'm sooo going to regret this sooner or later.
Santana's eyes gleam the brightest I have ever seen and she's clapping her hands together like I just did the world's most amazing magic trick as she jumps off of the table, pulls the couch she sat on a while ago close to the couch I was sitting on and sits down.
I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as she ducks down and reaches her hand under the table to grab a piece of paper and pen. Clicking the pen, she scribbles the words,
Rules not to Break
Smiling, I realize that Santana's left handed and writes in a cursive way, always making the ends of her 'a' with a tail and then making her capital 'R' very round that it almost looked like a fat fish. I giggled, rolling my eyes to myself because I am such a sap with anything related to Santana Lopez.
She ignores me laughing but eyes me wearily before continuing to jot down a few more things on the 'Rules'. After a while of me humming to some tune that got stuck in my head and Santana writing some more while her tongue sticks out in concentration, my crush finally clicks her pen shut and pulls back, hanging the paper in front of my shocked face with a smirk.
"What're these rules for?" I ask, nibbling on my inner cheek as she chuckles at me.
"Before we fuck—" she starts out, winking at me. "—we need a few rules to make sure nothing bad goes wrong."
I nod my head and try to read what's written on it but its too cursive for my liking.
Santana notices this and brings the paper to her lap, combing a lose strand of hair behind her ear as she reads it out,
"Number 1, No one is to know about this agreement." She says, peeking a glance at me through her lashes as I nod, making her continue. "Number 2, If one needs to have sex and is horny, the other should always be available to the other."
I nod again, why does this suddenly seem exciting to me?
"Number 3, Always be open to the other's sex kinks." She says, giggling at me with a wink as I feel my face pale because yup. She has a—lot of sex kinks. The nerd being the first one I know.
"Number 4." She takes a deep breath all of a sudden and averts her eyes to me momentarily before looking back at her paper. "Blondie will in no way think this means her and Santana are friends and will continue their status in school like always. Santana is popular and Blondie is a nerd."
I feel my shoulders deflating at this. So I can't talk to her? Or even be friends with her? The only thing I can do besides nod at her is say, "That's a long rule number 4." I joked, trying to lighten my mood which doesn't seem to work.
Santana doesn't care though. "Number 5, Any non-public place is the only venue where we can have sex. Total Privacy." She says pointedly and I nod again.
"Number 6, No falling in love."
And that's when I feel all my air go out of my lungs and there's no feeling in my body as Santana gives me look as to ask if I agree or not. Because, well, I already broke one rule.
"Well? What's taking so long to say yes blondie?" Santana asks me, quirking an eyebrow at my solemn expression before her eyes widen. "Wait—are you in love with me?" she asks some more, her voice dripping with disgust.
Is she really that disgusted by me?
I frown and feel tears pooling on my eyelids but I have to fight it so I slowly shake my head. "N-No. Its just—" I try to think of a good comeback. "Isnt that a bit to cliché?" I joke out, forcing a laugh.
Santana taps her chin and chuckles along with me. "That's true and this love thing may only happen to the movies but I doubt we'd be falling in love with each other." She says, shaking her head like it's the most absurd thing she's ever heard her whole life. "But I'll still write it in because its cliché."
I sigh and drop my shoulders, I seriously give up on Santana.
"And last—well not really, Number 7 just says that you can add anymore rules if necessary." She says, smiling at me like she won the lottery as she folds the paper and rests it on the coffee table while leaning back on her couch. "Want to add your own set of rules?"
I want to scream yes. I want to grab the pen and change rule number 6 with a You May Fall in Love but that's just going to end badly. I should stop dreaming the impossible, really.
So I force a smile out of my lips and nod. "No, that's perfect already."
Santana grins at me and clasps her hands together. "Awesome." She lets out, her face totally showing how happy she is of the deal before turning dark in lust and I'm back to losing my breath again. "Let's start now." She husks, hopping out of the couch to pull me up also.
My eyes widen at this and I feel my throat watering as she smirks at me and leans forward to give me a light kiss on the lips—but I want more, so I lean in closer to deepen it but she pulls back and laughs at me.
I pout at her for the course of action.
"So regarding one of the rules, I think we should try a kink of mine." She hums, tapping her chin as she walks inside the kitchen room with me following right behind her.
I arch an eyebrow and stare at her finger that's slowly caressing the empty marble counter.
Don't tell me—
"I've always wanted to have sex on this counter in the kitchen." She says bluntly, eyes twinkling with mischief as my jaw drops and I'm trying to think of a way to put it back up.
Knowing that I have the incapability to move, Santana helps me out by pushing herself off the marble table and goes to me by softly tangling our fingers together.
"I think its best to christen our fuck buddy day 1 by doing something—really kinky." She husks, chuckling as my face turns even redder if that were even possible.
She can probably feel my fingers trembling because as she turns around to guide us closer to the counter, she gives me a comforting squeeze. "It's okay, I'm going to be here." She whispers softly—still not facing me and it makes my heart beat fast because these are the moments I love being with Santana.
We stop just beside it, with Santana's back leaning on the cold marble as she brings my body closer to her, leaving no space to the imagination as she lets go of my hands and circles her arms around my neck, tickling the baby hair.
We just stare into each others eyes and it makes me sigh.
Why is she so different when there are people around? Do I make her look that bad? Is she that embarrassed by me?
"Stop thinking." She commands me, biting her lower lip as she brings our lips together. And we kiss slowly, our lips just opening and closing while I touch her exposed waist from where her zipper is unzipped. I love the way she jolts by my touch and I can't help but sneak my hand inside her cheerios' top. It's a tight fit, especially on the way to her breasts but I managed to make it and as soon as I cup her breasts, her knee buckles and she moans.
I smirk, realizing she must love my touch a lot because all I did was brush my palm against her clothed breast. Giggling at her, I feel her lips turn into a scowl and I know she's frustrated at herself for giving in so easily.
But she fights it back by disconnecting our lips and going in to lick and suck at the expanse space of my neck. I close my eyes and tilt my head to the side when I feel her teeth gnawing on my pulse point—causing goose bumps to appear everywhere in my body and its electrifying. She's tugging on the belt of my pants and I have to separate my mind from whatever she's doing to my neck with that tongue of hers so that I'll be able to unbuckle my jeans. Because honestly, I can't handle it anymore.
"Touch me." She begs, pushing her chest closer to me and I groan—removing my hand from under her top to give us some space. She pouts at me when my neck is away from her lips.
I smile gently at her and tug on the loose cheerio top. She gets the hint and puts her arms in the air, letting me take it off and as soon as its off, she's diving back into my neck and I'm playing with the cord of her bra behind her back.
And the foreplay seems to not work on Santana as it does to me because she's biting my collarbone and tiptoeing on her toes to husk in my ear, "Take me already."
My eyes go wide as she pulls away an inch only before reaching back to snap her bra open and it falls—my eyes immediately going to the supple tan breasts she has before I feel her tugging my sweater up and out too.
Then she gasps and I frown—because—wait, did I do something?
Santana licks her lips while staring down at my exposed abdomen.
"I didn't know you had abs." she growls, eyes darkening in lust. "Fuck, they look amazing."
And I cant hide the blush from my cheeks as she continues to eye fuck my stomach, I have an urge to grab my sweater again but she's kneeling down and grabbing my waist, pulling my abs close to her face as she licks her lips again and dives in—making me fucking moan loud.
Santana's licking at all the abs' lines I have and bites on a particularly deep part of it. I'd never think I'd be so turned on to see her licking my abs like it was some kind of candy before she goes to the V-dip of my lower body and scratches it with her finger nails, making my dick twitch and hit her neck.
Is my dick really that long?
Santana smirks at me from below and it's the sexiest thing ever before she's tugging my belt off and pulling my pants down, causing my erection to free itself and almost hit Santana's cheek—if it did, I'd cum right then and there.
"It feels like you got bigger from last night." She purrs, tan hands groping my ass as she pulls me closer to her, my hard dick in front of her face. "You're so sexy blondie." She hums and before I can say thank you or something, Santana's using her left hand to keep my cock steady before opening her lips and licking my cock from the base up to the tip.
"Fuck." I hiss, clenching my eyes shut as I support myself by holding the marble table with Santana in between me and the counter. "Ugh." I hiss again when she stops at the tip and gives it a good suck, her cheeks hollowing as she does so.
"Oh my god." I cant help but curse some more and why does it feel like her tongue is like heaven? Because I feel like I'm floating on the clouds right now.
She chuckles by the end base of my cock and flattens her tongue all the way up again before sucking the tip even deeper and its so wet and good.
I'm at my full length, my dick's not even flailing and if Santana would let go of it, it'd still stay stiff and long. Pretty embarrassing but I think Santana finds it hot. So hot that she stops for a moment before enveloping her mouth halfway through my member and I squeak.
"Oh—no." I whimper, nibbling on my lower lip because I really don't want to cum right now. I can't. And I chance a peek at her when my jaw drops as my eyes catch something else.
Right below her is her right hand, sneaking its way down her body and inside her mini-cheerio skirt. I gulp when I see her wrist moving side to side before stilling then hiding further inside her skirt and if my assumptions are correct—then Santana must have—
"Mhm, yeah." She moans, and yup. I'm right, she's fingering herself and I don't know why but I feel the sudden urge of jealousy by her fingers.
They just entered what was mine and before I know it—as soon as she starts hitting the base of my cock with her throat and then she starts humping on her fingers, I growl and grab her shoulders, catching her by surprise as I pull her up and kiss her hard.
I moan upon tasting my pre-cum on her tongue. When we pull away with a pop of our lips, I don't wait for her to take charge because it does say in the contract that I can do whatever I want to do with her too.
So I do, and I grab her waist and pull her up, making her land her expose thighs on the cold marble table and she squeals in surprise while hissing at the cold table.
Her eyes are wide and amused as I kick my pants away and slowly push her chest, signaling for her to lie down and she chuckles.
"What? You tell me what to do?" she asks me in disbelief, scowling. "No. I'm the boss here."
I stare at her and arch an eyebrow. Being intimate with Santana is the only way I can speak to her without being shy so to make sure she knows of that, I silence her insistent rambling by shoving a finger inside her super wet pussy.
Its not like she needs to adjust, she already humped to her own fingers a while ago.
And just as I did that, Santana's closing her thighs on me and slapping her arms on the counter. "Shit!" she screams, eyes wide at me as I ignore her stare.
After knowing that staying there is enough, I pull out slowly then dive back in, poking the spongy wet parts of her pussy to make her groan, grind and whimper. Its so addicting to watch her react to the many spots I hit her with my finger when decide to take another course of action and bend down, using my free hand to push her stomach flat on the table before licking her folds slowly and sensually.
"Holy fuck!" she shouts, tan hands coming to grab my hair as she pushes me closer to her wetness. I groan at the smell because it makes me even hornier—and shit I must be sick because when she pushed my head closer, my dick hit the counter—cold remember?—and I all about thrust into the air.
There's definitely something wrong with me. I'm fucking the air.
"Ugh, Lick me blondie." She huffs, eyes clenched shut as she started to ramble out Spanish words that I can't make sense of.
I nod, my nose flicking her sensitive bud and she wraps her thighs tight around my face before I stick my tongue out and explore her. Licking Santana's wetness and tasting it is probably the best thing that's ever touched my tongue and soon I'm addicted. I'm addicted to her taste and I don't care if cum is spilling out of her and covering my face because I. want. More.
And I do get more by diving my tongue inside her hole—causing her to squirm in place and fly her arms around like she doesn't know where to put them before finally just placing them on her breasts, playing with her nipples.
I smirk against her pussy as I moan—she tasted even better inside and I'm so fucking horny that I start humping the air again, feeling my dick tighten at nothing.
Then there's the pre-cum, its seeping out and I don't want to cum for nothing so as sad as I am for finishing my buffet, I don't let Santana have her orgasm yet and she groans at me.
"What the heck blondie?" she growls, frustrated. But then her eyes turn darker upon seeing my face which is probably dripping with her wetness. Feeling confident, I half climb on top of the counter to get on top of her and lean down to kiss her lips. She moans, loving her taste in my tongue and as we kiss I adjust my hard aching cock to her entrance that's also dripping and slowly go in. This makes her jolt and arch into my body. I pull back and nearly blow my load inside her pussy when I see that some of her cum that was in my face was now on her chin.
So sexy.
And just like that I feel so powerful and in control so I start thrusting into her, hard as ever. I'm using her breasts as leverage as I pull out a tip in and then thrust hard, causing her to squeak.
"Yes—there." She husks, head shaking from side to side and before I knew it I'm leaning back on my thighs and fucking her in a new angle which is way better—I feel my dick angling up as I thrust into her again and it hits her g-spot that's in the higher part of her pussy.
"Fucking Christ!" Santana curses, hands slamming down as I continue my animalistic thrusts, one of my hands going down to circle her clit fast—making the circles so fast and wet that it makes her cum—hard.
"Mhm—yeah—" she says, body trembling as she shakes out her orgasm but I'm not done yet so I keep fucking her but this time I'm doing the fucking to please my own desires so I grab her waist and I pull her up, sliding under her a bit as she goes to sit on my lap—my dick still very much inside her.
"What—" before she could ask me what I was doing I cant my hips up and fuck her more and she's screaming because yeah, I didn't exactly give her time to settle down from her first orgasm. "Brittany—stop." She begs, whimpering as I bring her hips up then slam it down as my cock goes up. "Please—"
But her finally calling me by my name seems to spur me on more so I grope her ass, squeeze it hard and grunt as I slam her down hard on my cock and she cums at this, head throwing back as her second orgasm fills our connected sexes. And I'm just on a roll today because I'm hurt, mad, happy and horny that I'm about to turn her reverse so I could watch her ass go up and down as I fuck her again—love making, sorry—when Santana face palms my face and makes me stop moving.
Santana's panting hard, sweat dripping down everywhere around her body and she's a whimpering mess. She's steadying her aching hips and after like 2 minutes she relaxes and sits down on me, my member still very much buried deep on her.
Santana sighs, and I sigh too because okay now I feel the toll of my animalistic actions. "Are you sure this is your second time?" she asks me, eyes fluttering open to stare at me as I blush—all the confidence escaping me.
"Sorry—I was, I don't know." I try to explain myself, nibbling on my lower lip that still tastes like Santana.
Santana chuckles at me and sighs again, tan fingers tracing my jaw as we just stare at each other again. "If my mom was here—" she starts, eyes twinkling in mischief. "She'd ask me why the kitchen counter is filled with white sticky stuff."
I blush, tucking my chin as Santana laughs at my reaction. I took it so seriously that as soon as an idea popped in my head, I flake my head back up and give Santana a solution. "Tell her we were playing with the mayonnaise and it spilled."
Santana's jaw drops and she shakes her head at me, amused. "For a nerd, you're a genius." She says ironically, swinging her hips away from mine as she pulls her pussy out of my dick. We both moan at the feeling.
She jumps out of the counter and wobbles a bit when she lands on the floor, turning her head to look at me behind her shoulder. "Want to take a shower?" she asks.
I examine myself on her kitchen table and blush when I see I'm only in my bra and my thighs are filled with cum. Nodding fast, Santana giggles at me and pulls me off of it before tangling our fingers and guiding the way to the bedroom.
I'm drying my hair with one of the towels she gave me after I dressed up in her mom's clothes that she left behind. I take a deep breath and exhaled, looking around her bedroom with a tight lipped smile.
It was so Santana.
And by Santana, I mean the Santana I love who's coming out of the bathroom with a towel around her amazing body—but something's different.
Something is definitely different with her face all scrunched up as she reads her phone.
I'm about to ask her what's wrong when she averts her eyes to me and points at the door. "You need to leave."
I furrow my eyebrows and tilt my head to the side. "Sorry?" I ask her again.
She clucks her tongue and adjusts the towel in her hand. "I said you need to leave."
"But Santana—"
"Blondie, you have to follow what I say—Quinn and the girls are coming over and they can't see you here." She demands, pointing at the door again.
I frown at her. "But I thought—"
"What? Did you think we were going to cuddle and watch TV together?" she exasperated, throwing her arms like it was a joke. "Did you think I was going to be friends with you and vent out my life story?"
In my head, I just want to tell her yes.
She clucks her tongue once more and approaches me by the bed. "Blondie, read the contract. You are just my fuck buddy—nothing more than that." she says, laughing darkly.
I feel my eyes watering at this.
"Be happy I even consider you as something in my life with a label."
And then we're silent, and I don't dare myself to look at her eyes that's probably just going to hurt me more.
"Now you have to go." She instructed me, moving to her closet. "And the next time we see each other—" she says, leaning back and away from her closet to stare at me through the mirror of her dresser. "—its going to be in a fuck buddy relationship."
I bite my lip and hold my whimper inside. It actually really hurts.
"Unless you want me to add a rule 8 where it says Don't fall in friends." She adds some more, laughing at me while bringing out a tank top.
My heart's shattering into pieces until I ignore her voice and walk out of the room, out of the house—but not before grabbing my clothes of course—then back to my own home.
Do I really just want to be her fuck buddy?
That's chapter 2! Hope you like it :)
Again, I have to change the title so the story won't be deleted so is Pleasure Buddies okay?
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