Characters/Pairing: Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray, Quinn/Santana.
Rating: NC-17.
Kinks: masturbation, oral sex.
Prompt: Quinn's been on edge lately because she's super horny and she's never done anything about it before, so she gets into an argument with Santana about how bitchy she's been and eventually Santana teaches her how to masturbate, and they end up having sex. I want it set in Season one, but Quinn isn't dating Finn, and there's no pregnancy.
Notes: This was an original prompt from someone for an exchange and I didn't know where else to post it since it feels too short to create a whole new story for it, so I'm adding it here because I left this open for a reason and maybe others can enjoy it, too.
Santana can't believe she's spending her Friday night at Quinn Fabray's house, especially when the blonde is being more of a raging bitch than normal. Even more than Santana herself, which is seriously saying something. Brittany ditched her last minute because she couldn't handle being around Quinn any longer, leaving Santana to face Quinn's moody wrath all on her own.
She's currently lounging on Quinn's bed while the girl rants about how awful Rachel Berry is, and usually that's one of Santana's favorite subjects, but it's basically impossible to get a word in edge wise when Quinn won't even take a breath and the vitriol she's spewing is a bit much, even for Santana.
"Jesus, would you shut up already?!" Santana finally says, having to shout to be heard over Quinn.
"What?" Quinn snaps, narrowing her eyes at her friend.
Santana rolls her eyes at Quinn's attempt at intimidation. It might have worked on someone else, but not her. "I said can it, you're reaching a whole new level of bitch."
"You're telling me I'm being too bitchy?" the blonde asks in disbelief.
"Because you are," Santana answers with a shrug. "What crawled up your ass lately anyway? You've been insufferable."
Quinn glares at the other girl but doesn't say anything. She knows Santana is right, she's been wound so tight the past couple of weeks but she can't help it, she's just so damn… horny. Like, all the time and it's so not something she's used to. Quinn has no idea why she's suddenly developed the libido of a teenage boy, but it's been making her incredibly cranky and she has no idea what to do about it.
"I-I just…" Quinn can't tell Santana what's going on, not when she knows how the other girl will react.
Santana narrows her eyes at Quinn, trying to read her sudden mood change, and notices the way she's shifting foot to foot, the way her legs crossed and tense and holy shit, Santana totally gets it and she can't help but laugh out loud. "Oh my god, you're horny!"
"I am not!" the blonde quickly denies.
"I know all the signs," the Latina tells her knowingly, sitting up a bit straighter on the bed and waiting until her friend has reluctantly joined her before she continues. "I get extra mean when I need to get laid, too."
"You do?" Santana nods and Quinn feels a little bit better. "Then what do you do about it?"
Santana looks at her like she's a moron. "I get laid," she tells her slowly, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Santana, I'm the president of the Celibacy Club," she reminds her with a disapproving scowl. "I'm saving myself for my future husband, I can't just go sleep with some random football player whenever I have an urge like you do. I have some self control."
Santana rolls her at Quinn's tired Virgin Mary act. "Then get yourself off, Fabray. You have done that before, right?" She's mostly joking when she says it, but when she sees the look on Quinn's face, Santana gets worried. "Right?" When Quinn averts her eyes, Santana's widen. "Jesus Christ, Quinn! Are you a real actual human being? No wonder you're so fucking uptight."
Normally Quinn would throw her own insults back at Santana, but she's too embarrassed. "Some of us know how to control our urges, Santana."
"Yeah, and look where it's got you, hot, bothered and bitchy," the other girl quips. Taking pity on her pathetic looking friend, Santana drops the teasing and her tact disappears with it. "Look, I'm pretty sure there's nothing in the Bible about a little self love, so just… rub one out and stop being a raging cunt."
It's so very tempting. "I-I took a pledge, to remain, t-to remain pure…"
"Nobody's telling you to stick anything up there," Santana bluntly says, shifting up onto her knees and crawling across the bed towards her friend. "There are ways to get off without… breaking anything."
Quinn's words catch in her throat as Santana gets closer, and she swallows thickly at the determined look in her friend's eyes. She knows what Santana is going to do. She doesn't know how, since it seems so crazy, but she just knows that Santana is about to take her hand and help her get what she needs.
So Quinn doesn't protest when Santana does just that, the Latina sitting back down on the bed and pulling the blonde to sit between her spread legs, Santana's tits pressing against her back as she silently takes hold of Quinn's wrist and guides her hand down between her legs.
"Touch yourself, Quinnie," Santana whispers in her ear and it sends a child down Quinn's spine. "Just relax and touch yourself, it'll feel so good, Quinn, I promise."
Quinn can't believe she's doing this, she doesn't know why she's doing this, she just knows that her fingers are brushing against the moist material of her panties and even just that brief bit of contact is making her feel incredible.
"Oh my god," she mumbles, leaning back and relaxing against Santana's chest as she spreads her legs wider and lets her fingers explore.
Quinn bites her lip as she runs the tip of her finger up and down her length, applying a little bit more pressure each time she traces herself through her underwear. She can feel Santana's hot breath down her neck and it just makes the touch of her fingers feel that much better, but it's not long until she needs more, and Quinn's pushing past the barrier to get to the moist flesh of her pussy.
"How wet are you?" Santana asks softly, watching the blonde's hand move between her legs from over her shoulder. It's taking all of her self control to keep her own hands where they are, one on Quinn's bare thigh, the other still loosely holding her wrist.
Quinn licks her lips and lets her eyes flutter closed as her fingertips slide through her slick pink folds, tracing a long path up the entire length of her slit, her breath hitching as she brushes her clit. "So wet," she finally answers Santana, giving her slit a couple more run throughs before settling on her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Quinn doesn't think about what she's doing and she certainly doesn't think about who she's doing it in front of, she just blindly rubs tight circles on her clit, experimenting with pressure and speed, finding the rhythm that feels the best and sticking with it, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing, until her whole body tenses in Santana's arms and she's coming violently, not realizing the name she moans is her friend's.
Santana watches Quinn fall apart with a satisfied smile, the blonde looking more beautiful than she normally does when she comes, and she feels every muscle in Quinn's body relax against her once her orgasm has passed.
She gives Quinn a few minutes to recover, dropping a few light kisses against her exposed collarbone to remind the other girl that she's there. "How did that feel?" she finally asks.
"Amazing," the blonde answers with a little laugh, her mind still too hazy to regret it yet. "I totally get it now."
"Get what?"
"It," Quinn reiterates, twisting her wrist so she can grab hold of Santana's hand and push it between her legs, letting her friend feel the wet heat radiating off her. "Why everyone is so obsessed with sex. Orgasms are awesome."
Santana whimpers at the feeling of Quinn's wet, warm pussy against her fingertips, the other girl's pink folds so soft and inviting and fuck it, she has to at least try. "Orgasms are even better when someone else is giving them to you."
When Quinn doesn't voice a protest and instead pushes Santana's hand closer to her core, Santana knows she has permission. If this were Brittany, she'd just sink her fingers deep into the blonde's cunt right then, but it's not Brittany. This is Quinn, innocent, virginal Quinn, who's saving herself for marriage, and yeah, Santana is pretty sure that she could get Quinn to agree to let her fuck her with her strap on right now if she asked, but she also knows her friend would regret it as soon as the high wore off, and she can't do that to her.
So instead of sinking knuckle deep into Quinn's pussy, Santana moves out from behind Quinn and lays her down on her bed so she can crawl between her legs and make her come with her tongue.
Once she's on her stomach, Santana hooks her fingers in the band of Quinn's panties and pulls them down her pale legs, tossing them over her shoulder and spreading Quinn wide open to get a nice look at her pussy. Santana's surprised when Quinn doesn't try to act all demure or anything, just lets her friend take in the sight of her wet, waiting pussy.
Quinn's skin is a milky white like Brittany's, her pussy lips pink and flushed and Santana can't wait to suck on them. She licks her lips before diving in, giving Quinn's inner thigh a few quick nips before she drops the pretense and goes straight for the prize.
The first lick of Quinn's pussy makes Santana's head spin, it's like nothing she's even tasted before and Santana laps at the blonde's slit to get more and more, the flat of her tongue licking broad stripes up and down Quinn's wet snatch before Santana's sucks her soft pussy lips into her mouth and sucks all the blonde's juices from them.
Quinn's hips buck off the bed and towards Santana's mouth, practically humping the poor girl's face as she eats her pussy. She's so relaxed and undone and Santana has never seen Quinn this exposed before. Usually she's a tightly wound doll, all prim and proper with a straight back and a perfectly placed smile. And now here she is, Quinn Fabray completely uninhabited, legs spread and getting her pussy eaten by Santana Lopez.
There's a slight swell of pride building in Santana as she releases Quinn's folds and latches her plump lips onto her clit, sucking and slurping on the nub as her tongue traces words and shapes on it. Her fingers are seriously itching to get into her cunt, but Santana controls herself, instead wrapping them around Quinn's thighs and pulling the other girl even closer to her face.
Sensing that Quinn's second orgasm is building, Santana reluctantly abandons the girl's clit to move down to her hole, dipping her tongue inside her warmth and fucking Quinn with it while her thumb replaces her mouth on her clit. Quinn is so unbelievably tight, and Santana's pretty sure her tongue is literally the first thing that's ever been inside Quinn's pussy, and the thought makes her head swim.
As Santana eagerly licks Quinn out, her gaze drifts up and meets Quinn's, their eyes locked as Santana licks and licks and licks at her cunt hole until Quinn is finally falling apart around her tongue, the walls of her pussy clenching and vibrating around it. Santana grips Quinn's thighs tightly to keep her in place and as a warm gush of delicious liquid floods Santana's mouth, the Latina dutifully drinks up every last drop of Quinn's essence, savoring the taste that's so uniquely her.
Santana continues to softly lap at Quinn as she comes down, just small kitten licks through her folds until her friend's body has completely relaxed against the bed. Once she's sure Quinn's orgasm as completely passed, Santana pushes herself up onto her hands and knees and carefully crawls up Quinn's body until they're face to face, silly grins on their lips.
"There," Santana says lowly, not being able to resist leaning down and kissing Quinn softly, letting her taste herself on her lips. "Don't we feel better?"
"Mmmm," Quinn moans, craning up to try to follow Santana's retreating lips. "I do," she confirms, reaching up to squeeze Santana's ass. "But it's better to be safe than sorry. Maybe just one more, you know, to make sure I'm really really nice for Monday."
Santana playfully rolls her eyes as she leans down to capture Quinn's lips again, always ready to help out a friend.
Ignore the part about leaving suggestions from the first chapter, I'm not taking any and don't have time to write anything else.