A/N: Prompt from an anon; how Brittany reacts to Santana getting hit on now that she's a popular out cheerleader at a huge college. Thanks!
When Santana opened the door, Brittany swept her up, walked over to her bed, and dropped her into it, shoving under her spanx. Closing her eyes at the elastic biting into her wrist, her fingers slid along and spread hot, pooling slickness, cupping Santana proprietarily as the first sound left Santana's lips.
"Brittany," Santana groaned, hunching her hips up, pulling Brittany on top of her, "Fuck, wh-why?"
"Because you're mine," Brittany kissed her, shifting so two, then three fingers could push into the burning heat that clamped down on her, "And I'm better than any skank that flirts with you."