Hi everyone! I hope you all had a happy holidays!
And I just love smut, what can I say. Enjoy!
"I need to talk to you."
You're being dragged away to corner of the break room, your coffee spilling out of your cup. The smallest hands on the planet are gripping at your arm and your eyes roll hard, it's the hobbit herself.
"What on earth could you want Rachel?" You exclaim, wiping off the extra coffee that has managed to spill onto your hands. "Shit." The coffee is smoldering.
Her eyes have managed to bug outside the confines of her enormous forehead, "Really? Santana." She folds her arms across her chest, taking a look around the room. Her bangs begin to fly amongst her face as her head quickly jogs back and forth.
"I-I can't do this anymore!" She exclaims in a whisper, "It's beginning to get ridiculous!"
You realize what she is talking about, you know she can't manage to keep you and Brittany a secret much longer but she has to in order for you to deal with this. It has to be secret. It can't be real, it can't.
You are leaning close to her before you know it and you can smell the hint of mint gum coming from her breath, "Keep your mouth shut hobbit." Your finger is hanging in the air and she huffs expectedly.
"Santana this is-"
"Shut it Rachel!" You scold. "I swear, why did it have to be you in the bathroom."
She huffs her chest and shakes her head in a way only Rachel could portray, "It didn't matter who was in that bathroom Santana. I'm sorry you weren't careful enough to keep your private affairs private, but now someone knows Santana. Now someones knows your secret and there's nothing you can do about that."
She's getting angry at you and you know it. You can tell because she is beginning to lean on her tiptoes to get her face that much closer to yours and her nose has flared up to an extremely large proportion. You take a moment to look around to make sure no one is watching through the clear door window.
"What if Sam finds out huh?" Rachel says in a whisper. "Santana, you can't possibly try and keep this from him much longer!"
"Why not?!" Your arms are flying through the air now and you know you're getting frustrated. Rachel has no right to call you out like this. She has no idea what you feel for Brittany or what you feel for Sam. As a matter of fact, you don't really know either. "Rachel, you have no idea how I'm feeling or why I want to keep this a secret, but you can't keep trying to pep-talk me into stopping this or keep giving me lectures about what I'm doing wrong. I know what I'm doing Rachel and you sure as hell can't tell me what to do, so I suggest you take your midget little hands off me and drop this before I decide to poor this flaming hot coffee all over your hideous decision of a top."
Rachel looks down at her reindeer clad sweater and puts her hands to her hips, "I'm just trying to help you Santana."
"Well maybe you shouldn't." You respond looking back at her, "You can help by not telling a word of this to anyone Rachel, anyone."
You notice a shift in her brown eyes. They are darting from side to side and she bites her lips cautiously.
"Oh my god." You say, taking a look into her eyes again. "OH my god." You exclaim. "Rachel oh my goodness." Your head is shaking and you put a hand through your hair. She couldn't have. "Rachel did you tell someone?" You decide to set your coffee onto the counter, you might end up throwing the coffee at her face instead.
She finally lets out an exhale, "Maybe one person." She says, shrinking into herself timidly. "Maybe a couple." She mumbles quietly.
"WHAT!?" You practically shout in the office breakroom. You look out the door and everyone has turned their heads to look your way. "Rachel I can't believe you!" You want to grab her and shake her, you want to shake her till she can't breathe anymore. Your hands are on your face and you can feel yourself begin to sweat just a little bit.
"Shit." You mumble, striding back and forth between the wall and the kitchen counter. Rachel is watching you with expected eyes and you don't know what to do. "Does Sam know?" You ask frightened for the answer.
She shakes her head slowly, "No...at least I don't think so."
You think for a moment. He hasn't shown any signs of suspicion while you two have been together, but you can't know for sure. You take a second to catch your breath.
"I can't fucking believe you Rachel." You say. "I can't fucking believe this!"
Her response is quiet, "I'm sorry."
You lean against the counter, thinking of all the ways this could go absolutely terrible. Rachel takes a step towards you and puts a gentle hand on your arm.
"I am sorry Santana, but you are going to have to deal with this at some point."
This feels more complicated than the toughest math equation.
"When you do decide to deal with this, just know, that I'll be here."
Rachel brushes past you and lowers her head as she walks through the door to the main office. People are staring at her and you know that when you walk out there they will be staring at you too. You kind of just want to stay in here forever with the blinds closed.
"Sales staff, my office now!" Holy Holiday is shouting through the office and you quickly grab your cup of coffee before you make your way through the doors and into the office. Brittany, Sam and Finn are all getting up from their desks and are going towards Holy's office. Sam smiles at you and you instantly look away, following Finn into the office.
Brittany is standing right behind you and you can feel the tips of her breasts poking into your back.
"Okay team, we have a round of sales runs to do today." Holy says while leaning back in her chair.
"Sales runs?" Finn raises his hand quietly.
You shake your head, can he be any more irritating?
"Yes Finn, sales that have to be made outside of the office today, we are trying to gather up some new clients so I need you guys to pair up and take these. Can you handle that today?" Holy asks with her fingers intertwined in front of her. Finn is nodding with a goofy smile on his face and Sam responds with a grin.
"Santana, you will be paired with Finn and Sam you will go with Brittany." Holy says eyeing you all.
"Oh god." You mumble under your breath.
Everyones eyes perk up to you and you decide to take your attention to Holy.
"Is there a problem Santana?" Ms. Holiday asks you and you shake your head with too much enthusiasm. "Great! Have fun ya'll. Please, don't get lost."
"Bummer we can't go together." Sam whispers to you as you begin to exit Holy Holiday's office door.
"Yeah." You pretend to smile as you turn to Brittany, a look of terror on her face. "Take care of Britt." You say, "I'm going to get my things and then we are getting out of here Finn."
Finn nods and hurries over to his desk to gather up his things. Brittany follows you quietly and she pulls at your arm.
"Santana I'm freaking out." She whispers. You pick up your folder and collect the clients addresses and cards.
"Well you should stop." You respond. "Just act like you always do." You shrug, trying not to bring too much attention to yourself and Brittany.
"That's probably going to be a little difficult with your fiance and all sitting right next to me! With his innocent charm and dashing good looks how am I supposed to lie to him!?" She exclaims. You chuckle a little, thinking she is being kind of cute in this time of turmoil she seems to be having. "What if he asks me about you or something?" She says.
Her breath smells like strawberries and mint today.
"Then just say what a bitch I am, I'm sure he's used to that." You say. You put a couple pens in your bag and you look over your desk one more time. "Just be grateful that you aren't with teen giant today because he is the absolute worst salesman on the face of the planet."
"What if he talks about how great you are and I get jealous?" She whispers to you, taking a step closer to your back. "I don't know if I'll be able to keep my mouth shut."
Her voice sounds like the rough exterior of your favorite book.
"I might slip and tell him about that one time we fucked in the bathroom."
You're trying to keep yourself composed as her breath becomes hot on your ear.
"Or that one time in the storage room."
The papers you are holding almost slip out of your hands.
"Or that one time I fingered you in the conference room."
Her hand barely touches the back of your thigh and your body shivers with a high level of coldness.
"Ready to go Britt?" Sam says coming up towards you and you shove the rest of your things in your bag. Brittany pulls away from you and she gives him a warm smile.
"Just let me grab my things." She grins and walks back to her desk.
"It will be nice to get out of the office today." Sam says to you with his bag over his shoulder. "It will give me some time to think over some more wedding ideas." He bumps his shoulder with yours. You grin, almost forgetting that you've left him with almost all of the wedding plans lately. With Brittany around, you honestly almost forget that you're supposed to get married.
"Thats great babe." You smile.
"Ready." Brittany says with her things in her hands.
"Lets do this!" Sam exclaims with too much enthusiasm and gives Brittany a high-five. "See you later babe." He kisses you on the cheek with a goodbye and Brittany follows him out the door.
"This should be fun." Finn says coming up behind you as you watch Brittany and Sam exit the office.
You sigh, "I'm telling you right now that it won't."
This could possibly be your worst nightmare.
/
"What street do I turn on?"
"For the hundredth time, Flower."
"Right, right. Flower, with an F, just like Finn."
"Oh my god." You sigh and look out the window in a huff. "You are the worst with directions. I should have drove." You say.
The mundane passing by of trees and buildings is more entertaining than sitting here talking to Finn.
"It's my car." Finn replies, keeping his eyes on the nearing street signs.
"Didn't you like,hit a mail-man before?"
Finn shifts uncomfortably in his seat, "N-no."
You roll your eyes, "So anyways, we're going to Richard's Printing Co. today so I believe that will be a pretty big client."
Finn nods his head, "Right." He grips the steering wheel a little tighter.
"Are you okay?" You ask him, noticing his worried physique.
"I'm a terrible salesman." He blurts. You've always known he was a terrible salesman, but you never expected him to say it himself.
"That is accurate on all fronts." You respond, looking down at your notes.
Finn begins to fan himself desperately, "Oh god-oh god." His chest is heaving up and down.
"Finn just relax, jesus. We're not going into fucking battle or anything, just let me handle it."
"Do you think Rachel doesn't like me because I'm a bad salesmen?" He's rambling now and you can see the pits of his arms starting to darken. You can't believe this.
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" You shake your head. "You'll be fine."
"I-I just really like her you know, and sometimes I don't think I'm good enough for her because I'm so terrible at my job."
"Please stop talking Finn."
You notice a soft vibration coming from your chest and you realize it's your phone. You pull it out from in between the valley of your boobs and notice Brittany has texted you.
'I can't stop thinking about fucking you on an office desk'
A hard shiver runs down your spin and you almost drop your phone between your lap.
"I mean, she has to have noticed me by now." You hear Finn faintly in the background as you read the text over and over again. You imagine Brittany slamming you down on your cold desk and you can't help the wetness that is starting between your legs.
'You better make sure Sam isn't reading over your shoulder or something.'
You type back in response.
'I was really freaking out in the beginning, but now I think this is kinda hot.'
You begin to respond, 'Of course you do. Finn keeps talking to me about how much he wants to do Rachel Berry.'
Brittany replies quickly, 'That's gross.'
'Yes. It is.'
"Maybe I'm too tall?" Finn is talking to himself now, squinting his eyes in confusion as he breaks behind a truck. You wait for a moment, looking out at the street names and people walking across the sidewalk. Brittany hasn't texted back and you decide to continue the conversation.
'How would you take me against a desk?'
You hit send and bite your lip. This is way better than listening to Finn ramble about Rachel Berry.
'Well, I'd start from behind. I love looking at your ass.'
'Yeah?'
'I would lay your face on the desk and kiss the back of your neck.'
Your fingers are starting to shake now and you turn up the radio to cover up the sound of your heavy breathing. Your phone buzzes again.
'I'd slide my hands up under your skirt...and lift it up so I could get a view of your sexy ass.'
Another text.
'What kind of underwear are you wearing?'
'My black lace thong.' You respond to her and wait for another text. You let your eyes close for a bit, imagining Brittany's hands on your ass. She has the softest hands. The wetness between your legs is starting to overwhelm you.
'I'd bend down and slowly take off your thong with my teeth. You're so fucking sexy.'
'I'm so wet right now Britt.'
'Mmm, I can feel it, I'm dipping my fingers between you.'
God, Brittany has a way with words. You wish more than anything that you could ditch Finn and this sales call and go home right away.
"Is this Flower?" Finn asks you and you jolt out of your sexy haze.
"What?"
"I think we're almost here." He says and makes a right onto Flower Street. You pull out your phone to type a quick response.
'What else are you doing to me?'
You're almost at the building and you know you should pull yourself together. Going in on a sales call distracted is the worst thing you could do.
'I'm taking off your top, your boobs are so perfect.'
'Touch them Britt.'
'I'm squeezing them. Your nipples are so hard I want to taste them.'
'Then flip me over and taste them Britt Britt. Are you wet right now?'
'So much San, I wish I could leave this car and touch myself.'
'Fuck Britt.'
"Here." Finn turns off the engine and you widen your eyes. You are here already? You put your phone in between your boobs again and gather your notebook with a fluster.
"Dammit." You mumble as you drop a couple of your things.
Finn smirks at you slightly, "Relax Santana."
"Shut the hell up Hudson."
You think its a good decision to turn off your phone.
/
'I was so distracted during my call that Finn actually made the sale.' You text Brittany and wait for a response. You can't believe you fucked up a sale so bad, but luckily Finn actually stepped up. You would say you are proud of him, but that would be giving him too much credit. You twiddle your fingers against the window of the car and sigh. Finn has been in the building for a while talking to Richard and you assume he liked him alot. Maybe he was in there making another sale or something interesting? Finn's car smells like pizza and you cringe a little, deciding to text Brittany again.
'I couldn't stop imagining you fucking me on the clients desk.'
You decide to push your car seat back and lay on your back, Finn might be a while and you're kind of exhausted.
'How do you want me to take you now?"
Brittany finally responds and you grin in the car seat. You can still feel the wetness in your panties and you have to fight the urge to touch yourself.
'Stick your fingers inside me Britt, I love your fingers.'
Your chest is heaving up and down and you realize the inside of the car is starting to get warmer. You close your eyes and think about Brittany's long fingers touching your skin.
'You're so wet'
'I'm trying so hard not to touch myself right now Britt.'
You clutch your hands into a fist beside you and look at your phone. Shit.
'Touch yourself San, for me?"
Your eyes are closing and you can't help but graze your fingers along the inside of your pencil skirt waistband.
'I can't Britt.'
You take your hand away.
'Please?' She asks you.
You look out the window to make sure no one is coming towards the car. The parking lot is empty. Your fingers are going lower on their own accord and you dip them underneath the waistband of your skirt. Your panties are so wet, you can feel it over them. You take your phone in your other hand.
'My panties are so wet.'
Your fingers dangle between you.
'Rub your clit San.'
You take two fingers and create small circles over your clit. You let out a sigh, it feels so good. You remember that Finn is supposed to come back and you couldn't care less if he finds you like this right now. You take a second to open up the camera and snap a picture of your hand on yourself to send to Brittany. You smirk, knowing she'll love the image when she finds it.
'Shit San, that picture is so hot.'
'Stick two fingers inside you.'
You follow her orders and begin pumping two of your fingers inside your wetness.
'I bet you wish I was in the car with you. I would rip off all your clothes and take you in the back seat. Go harder San.'
You read through her text and let out a breath. You're so hot and you wish she could rip off all your clothes. You imagine yourself in the back seat with her, her body smelling like strawberries and you pump inside yourself harder. You set down the phone on the dashboard and you slip your other hand under your blouse and squeeze your boobs.
"Shit." You sigh out loud and your hips are gyrating to your hand movements. You wouldn't be surprised if the entire car was shaking now.
You take your fingers out of you and begin to rub at your clit again. You take your hand out from under your shirt and pick up your phone again, sending Brittany another text.
'I'm so close B.'
Your rubbing persists and you can't slow down.
'Faster San, I want you to cum.'
You nod to yourself and drop the phone on the car floor. Your breathing is so heavy and your other hand goes between the valley of your breasts. You rub your clit a couple more times before diving back in with a finger and pump fast.
"Fuck Brittany." You say out loud. Your pumping persists and you feel more wetness around your fingers. You know you are close now.
"Shit." You whisper and you are cuming on the passenger seat of Finn Hudson's car. The waves feel so good, you've been holding in the tension for so long and it's nothing but amazing to let it all go.
'You made me cum so hard Brittany.' You pick up your phone and text her again. Your eyes glance out the window and Finn is shaking the hand of Richard outside the building and you scurry to make yourself decent before he starts walking over to the car. You check yourself in the mirror and put your hands through your hair, straightening out the frizzes.
Finn opens the drivers door and smiles at you, "I can't believe I made that sale!" he exclaims excitedly. "Were you okay in there Santana?"
You nod quietly, "Y-yeah, I was just...distracted."
/
You open the door to the office and Brittany catches your eye at her desk, smirking. She looks back down and types something in her computer. You try not to smirk too hard as Finn bumps into you from behind and you end up growling at him instead.
"Great! You guys are back." Ms. Holiday claps her hands together as she notices you and Finn returning to your desks. "Conference room everybody!"
You just got back and you have to face another meeting. You shuffle along and gather around the door along with everyone else.
"Take a seat guys." Holy says as everyone from the office takes their respectable seats around the conference table. "Since we are gathering some new clients today thanks to our sales team, I just wanted to take this time to hear any feedback from you guys."
Rachel immediately raises her hand and you sigh, this will be a long one.
"First off I want to reiterate the importance of office relationships and appropriately discuss what is allowed." You tune her out and look at Brittany across the table. She's looking at her phone and you feel a buzz at your chest again.
'I'm still so wet from the image of you getting yourself off for me.'
She text. Your eyes widen and you make sure Sam isn't looking at your phone from over your shoulder.
"Office romances must be filled out in form and sent out to Mercedes every time." Rachel continues rambling and you figure she is subtly trying to talk to you about this topic.
'Maybe I can return the favor?' You send to Brittany and you look up at her to see if she sees your new text. She smirks up at you and begins to get up from her seat.
"Excuse me." She says out loud and exits the conference room.
'Where are you going?' You ask her through text.
'The bathroom of course ;]'
'What are you going to do in there?' You tease.
'Touch myself to the image of you.'
You swallow hard as Rachel begins to pull up a powerpoint about office relationships.
'I would start with one finger...then work you up to two.' You are biting your bottom lip and you can't help but smirk at the image.
'Just leave now San, I'm waiting for you in the bathroom.'
You open up a text image she has sent you and you can't believe your eyes. Brittany is naked from the waist down and is widening her legs for the camera atop a toilet seat.
'Shit. You're so fucking hot. I can't leave now, Rachel will scold me.'
'Imagine my tongue on your clit making hot circles in your wetness.'
She hasn't texted back for a while, you assume she is touching herself even more.
'You're so dirty Britt Britt. Who would have thought?'
You text her.
'I bet you're fucking yourself so hard for me right now.'
"What if we want and office relationship?" Finn raises his hand to talk to Rachel.
Rachel shakes her head, "That's not my problem Finn." She responds. You almost chuckle how super awkward Finn is being, but you know what his intentions are now. He squints his eyes in confusion and mumbles something to himself before slouching down in his chair.
'I'm about to cum.' Brittany texts you.
"Now if anyone else has something to announce please come up." Holy says as Rachel puts her things away and makes her way back to her seat at the table.
'I'm licking your clit, waiting for you to cum Britt Britt.'
You notice Sam has made his way to the front of the room and you wonder what he could possibly want to announce at this time.
'I guess I should come back before anyone wonders where I am' Brittany texts after a while and you wait for her to return. Meanwhile, Sam is mumbling something about his sales job today and how happy he was about it.
"Since today went so well I just wanted to say a little something." Sam continues as you almost tune him out completely.
Brittany enters the room again and brushes past him with her head down while making her way to her seat. She brushes a strand of hair away from her face and bites her lip in her seat, slowly lifting her head to look back at Sam in front of the room again.
"Good, Brittany's back." He says looking at her and then looks at you in the eye.
His bland blue shirt makes you think of the foggiest lake water.
Sam claps his hands together and continues to speak, "I just wanted everyone to know that Santana and I have picked a date for our wedding! We are getting married on February 27th everyone so save the date!"
Your heart almost stops after he finishes his sentence. You remember picking the date last week at home, you remember him mumbling something about February, you remember that he sounded really excited about it. You look at Brittany and she is looking straight forward like a deer in the headlights. You weren't expecting this announcement. You weren't expecting the entire office to be invited and you weren't expecting Brittany to hear it as well. Rachel's eyes are all on you and you think you see Kurt staring at you as well.
"Santana and I are officially getting married!"
Your heart is jumping.
Your head is spinning.
You weren't expecting to hear this.
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