Fic: Marked
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: Prompt filled for a friend anonymously.
BOLD A/N: *READ ME* THIS CONTAINS WATERSPORTS. IF THAT AIN'T YOUR CUP OF TEA MOVE ALONG, BUT FIRST JUMP DOWN TO THE A/N AT THE BOTTOM AND READ IT!
Santana Lopez smirked deviously from her seat atop the bleachers and squirmed slightly as she watched her girlfriend Rachel Berry storm into the classroom very obviously ranting at a startled Finn Hudson.
The two girls had been dating for ten months now and Santana had to admit though it seemed unlikely the last ten months had been the best of her life. She had never had a person like Rachel in her life, someone who loved her so devotedly despite her flaws, someone who was willing to stand by her at her worst, to say that Rachel Berry was the best girlfriend in the world would not have been an overstatement in the least.
Even better four months ago amongst whispered and trembling declarations of love their relationship had moved into the sexually physical spectrum and Santana had not been disappointed in the least. She wasn't saying that sex was all she cared about but a girl had some fucking needs you know? And Rachel had definitely met them with the same passion she met everything in life with.
For the first time in her life Santana really truly understood the difference between fucking and making love.
Not that they didn't fuck too. Cause trust her, they did.
To top off their explosive sex life Rachel had taken to pleasing Santana in any way imaginable, even charming her way into finding out the almost embarrassingly long list of "kinks" the Cheerio had. It was almost like a god send to have a girlfriend who was so perfect she would let you fuck her with a strap-on whilst she was tied up. Especially for Santana who had always been a highly sexual person but had never had someone actually go the extra mile to find out what she wanted in the bedroom.
The last four months had been amazing, so amazing that both of the girls had gained additional tone in their muscles from all of the epic amazingness that was the Pezberry Sex Life. To say the very least Santana had been drinking a lot of Powerade and doubling up on her wheaties recently.
So yes it was amazing, but somewhere in between getting to hit Rachel on the ass with a paddle till she cried and getting to fuck Rachel into a coma on Quinn Fabray's bed whilst the blonde was at church, that one being especially rewarding when she thought of the blonde smelling something that she would always secretly want but never be able to steal from the Latina, Santana had begun to feel a little bit guilty.
Rachel was in some cases literally bending over backwards to satisfy her but she had yet to find out what the girl wanted in the bedroom.
And then she had begun to feel a lot bit guilty.
Hey fuck off. She got to spend at least twenty hours a week with her legs wrapped around Rachel Berry's head, so what if she had been reduced to a whimpering pile of hot damn sentimental mess.
So with an excited vigor she had began the annoyingly difficult task of finding out what the Diva wanted in the bedroom. For some reason no matter how normal Rachel found Santana's kinks the diva seemed almost desperate to not reveal any of her own, stating that her kink was pleasing the Latina. Santana had let herself buy into that for all of a minute before she renewed her quest to find out what made Rachel Berry tick.
After a few weeks she had finally pried it out of the girl that Rachel had a serious turn on for being choked slightly during sex. That had been an awesome night and even more awesome day after when Rachel had proudly bee bopped around the school with an imprint of Santana's hand on her neck.
A little more prodding had revealed that Rachel wanted Santana to fuck her on Mr. Schue's desk. That the Cheerio had almost cried for joy at, especially afterwards when she spotted a very distinct wet mark on a picture of Schue and Finn smiling widely at the camera like a weird father and son pair. Fucking charming right?
But back to the present. Santana Lopez had hit the fucking mother load over the weekend and she was biting at the chomps to get to it. It had all gone down Saturday night when Puck had thrown his birthday party. Alcohol had been flowing like a fucking river and after polishing off seven wine coolers Rachel had been completely fourth coming with her list of kinks. Pun? Completely intended there. You see what she did there?
Even better the next morning Rachel had quite obviously forgotten listing out her wants like a PowerPoint presentation and Santana remembered every single one of them.
All of them had been awesome, and several of them actually overlapped with her own list, but there was one that had been utterly surprising and a little bit daunting.
At first.
But now?
Now she had had time to think about it.
And she found herself a pile of turned on mess just thinking about.
Which was were she was now.
Sitting patiently in her chair waiting for Glee to start and trying not to grimace at her painfully full bladder.
Oh yah, her girl wanted to be marked like fucking property, animal kingdom style.
And collar style…but that was something Santana had to order online and she was wondering if black or red pleather would be more satisfying against the girl's skin tone. Hey she was considerate. Backs. The. Fucks. Off.
The sharp sound of Rachel's obviously infuriated voice brought Santana fully back into the moment and she chuckled at the beet red look of Finn's face as she caught the end of her girlfriend's rant. "And I swear on my autographed copy of Funny Girl that I will let Santana bash your head into tomorrow if you ever look at it again!" The girl screeched before storming up the bleachers and dropping into Santana's lap like a ton of bricks.
"Oh fuck," Santana groaned under her breath as Rachel's perfectly round and full ass put pressure on her clit that had been aching all day and her bladder that had been filled since breakfast.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked quickly as she took in the flushed face of her girlfriend, her brown doe eyes filled with worry.
"Yah I'm great," Santana managed to squeak out around deep breaths. "Just need to go to the bathroom."
Inside Santana smirked impishly when she caught a brief second of want in Rachel's eyes, but she managed to keep a poker face. "Oh I'm so sorry baby. Do you want me to inform Mr. Schuester that we will be starting late today?" Rachel asked quickly, as she hurriedly made to get off of her girlfriend's lap, only to be pulled back down.
"Oh no," Santana said wrapping tanned arms around the girl's midsection and holding her tightly. "I can wait till later," she said huskily, her lips grazing against the smooth column of Rachel's neck.
"Ar-are you sure," Rachel asked, her face flushing red at the feeling of hot breath ghosting across her skin.
"Oh I'm sure," Santana whispered placing a wet kiss to the girl's ear and letting her tongue run across its shell.
"Okay," Rachel said, clearing her throat and relaxing into her girlfriend's protective arms.
"So, what was Finnept looking at that warranted me destroying him?" Santana asked conversationally as she began to rub small circles into the girl's hip bones.
"Ugh," Rachel grunted shaking her head. "He was staring at my chest again."
"He was what?" Santana growled narrowing her eyes down at the boy and beginning to shake with fury. "I'm going to go ends him. Now."
"No, no," Rachel hummed as she put her hands over those of her girlfriend's and held tightly. "As much as I love territorial Santana, I believe the situation does not call for any endings."
"Well alright," Santana growled calming under her girlfriend's touch. "But I'm still going to get Puck to toss his ass in a dumpster later."
At this Rachel simply hummed in approval and sunk further back into her girlfriend's embrace, putting almost painful pressure on her full bladder and reminding the Latina of her plan. "So…" she whispered as she began to spell out "I love you", on the girl's arm. "You love territorial Santana do you?"
"Mmm very much so," Rachel said dreamily as she rolled her head back and laid it on the girl's shoulder.
"You just love it when I claim you don't you?" Santana murmured dragging her Cheerio's jacket over their laps and moving a hand down to massage a toned thigh.
Rachel's breath hitched in her throat and she let out a soft whimper at her girlfriend's touch before nodding furiously. "That's because you're mine," Santana continued as she began to run her hand slowly up the girl's shaking thigh. "I own every single inch of your body."
"You do," Rachel admitted throatily as Santana's fingertips gazed her quickly dampening panties.
"Fuck yes I do," Santana mumbled haughtily as run her fingers across the wet cotton which produced a purr out of her now trembling girlfriend. "And even if I have to piss on you everyone will get that through their heads," she whispered, earning her a bite on her neck as Rachel tried to hold back a moan.
The Latina was mere seconds away from slipping her fingers under the thin material of sodden panties when William Cockblock Schuester bounded into the room smiling like a maniac. "Alright guys! Let's get started on Nationals," he said cheerily before looking up at Santana and Rachel and grimacing. "Um girls…girls…Santana…Rachel…"
"Yo Pezberry!" Mercedes shouted turning in her chair and smacking Santana on the ankle. "This ain't a episode of Two Broke Girls! Cool the P.D.A.!"
"Ugh calm your tits," Santana growled moodily removing her hand from between Rachel's legs and crossing her arms, albeit over the other girl's chest. Wresting her head on her girlfriend's shoulder the Latina let out a hiss of indistinguishable curse words in Spanish that all ended with an indignant humph.
Feeling breath blow across her neck haughtily Rachel snapped out of the near stupor she was in a blushed wildly at the group staring at her.
"You guys always stop it at the best part," Brittany groaned rolling her eyes and turning around in her seat as the rest of the group looked at her oddly.
"Ain't that the fucking truth," Rachel grumbled running a hand through her disheveled hair and sighing petulantly.
"Right," Schue said rolling his eyes before frowning and looking back at the brunettes. "And jacket off of the lap or you have to sit in separate chairs."
"Oh my god," Rachel grumbled disgustedly before pulling the jacket off of their laps and setting it aside. "That was one time."
"One time too many," Kurt grumbled ignoring twin looks of annoyance as Schuester finally started the lesson.
This week they were doing duets it seemed and the teacher was quickly handing out the assignments, of course not even bothering to attempt splitting up Rachel and Santana for it. After the last verbal lashing he had gotten over that everyone had agreed that the two girls angry at the same time was also one time too many. Sam and Mike had just started to recover mentally from those partnerings.
As the teacher droned on and on about togetherness or some crap like that Santana found herself becoming more and more impatient to get out of there. The ache deep in her belly was painful now and it felt like every movement of her body would make her explode any second, which was something she absolutely refused to do.
Because.
Pissing on your fine ass girlfriend as a sign of freaky deaky sexual dominance and territorialism? Hot as fuck.
Having an accident in the middle of class in front of all of your friends and enemies? Mortifying and likely to end in casualties.
It seemed that Rachel had become aware of the situation she was in and the girl frowned before leaning back to whisper in her ear. "Are you sure you're okay baby?"
"I'm fine," Santana said gritting her teeth and pulling the girl harder against her body, resulting in delicious pain to her bladder and her throbbing clit.
"Okay," Rachel said whimpering slightly at the contact, her brows furrowed as she turned back to the lesson.
Every few minutes Rachel would squirm and move slightly in her lap and the Latina would let out soft whimpers and hold the girl impossibly closer to her. By the time Schue was done and Kurt and Blaine had taken the floor to perform something, which by the way what was it with these two having a dozen or so numbers hiding up their fashionable sleeves all the time, Santana's head had fallen against the girl's petite shoulders and her breath was coming out in slight pants.
"Oh fuck," she whimpered as the music started and Rachel began to sway unconsciously in her lap.
The diva stilled and looked back at her girlfriend chewing on her bottom lip, her face wrought with worry, but Santana saw something else. In the swirling orbs of her girlfriend she saw absolute desire.
Rachel Berry was getting off on the fact that her girlfriend was underneath her desperate to piss.
That was enough for Santana to bite her lip and smile back weakly at her girlfriend, before shaking her head and forcing the girl to sway on her lap.
After another fifteen torturous minutes Mr. Schue finally clapped his hands and told everyone they he would see them tomorrow.
Reluctantly Santana unwrapped her arms from around Rachel's midsection and stood up, taking the girl's hand and throwing their backpacks over her shoulder.
As they walked out of the Choir Room Rachel began pulling the Cheerio towards the bathrooms only to be pulled tightly to the Latina's side as she walked them out of the school.
"Don't you want use the facilities?" Rachel asked, her voice minutely husky from being sat atop a squirming girlfriend for an hour.
"No that's alright," Santana said smirking as she internally begged herself to just go to the bathroom. "I'll just go when we get to my place."
"You're place?" Rachel asked, her eyes wide with hope at the devious smirk on the Cheerio's face.
"Yep Baby, Casa Lopez is vacant tonight of all parental figures," Santana said grinning as she released her girlfriend's hand and chivalrously opened the door for her.
"Mmm, alone time," Rachel said smiling softly as she leant forwards and kissed her girlfriend, her hand unconsciously pressing on the girl's abdomen and making her jerk with want.
"You bet baby," Santana said sucking air through her teeth and trying her damndest to not black out from the pressure built up inside of her.
"Tana are you sure you don't want to run back into the school and use the restroom?" Rachel asked her eyes wide at the hiss of pain. "I really don't mind."
"No," Santana said lightly guiding the girl into the car and leaning in to kiss her softly. "I'll wait till we get home."
"I like that," Rachel said, her cheeks blushing as the Latina nuzzled her nose. "Till we get home. I want to have a home someday for just us."
"Oh we will," Santana murmured forgetting the ache in her midsection and allowing her forehead to rest against her girlfriends. "Someday soon it's going to be me and you against the world, in our home."
"In New York?" Rachel asked swooning softly as the Latina ran her fingers through her hair gently.
"Wherever you want it to be baby," Santana said softly but with a hint of seriousness as she kissed the girl's lips once more before straitening up and closing the car door. After tossing the backpacks in the back of her car Santana walked around and sighed at the setting sun, never before had she been more glad that she lived less than a mile away from the school.
If Rachel noticed the slow cautious way that Santana was driving she didn't verbalize it, content instead to just hum along with the music and cradle one of the girl's hands in her lap.
Santana for her part was a wreck. Every single small bump in the road nearly made her cry out in desperation and she had to grit her teeth tightly to keep from crying as she drove over the speed bumps in her neighborhood. Finally though after what felt like an hour she pulled easily into her driveway and let out a relieved sigh.
Squeezing her girl's hand she smiled before jumping out of the car and running to retrieve their bags and open the door for her girlfriend. "You're so good to me," Rachel mumbled almost self-consciously as she let Santana help her out of the car.
"Yah well you deserve it," Santana said smiling softly and leaning in to kiss the girl's lips before walking them to her front door.
On the outside she managed to contain herself but on the inside the Cheerio was ten seconds away from going into complete and total meltdown. Something inside her urged her on though, a promise that if she could hold her shit together for just a little bit longer than it would be more than worth it.
As the girls walked into the Lopez foyer Santana tossed her keys half-hazardly in the bowl by the door and dropped their bags before gently tugging her girlfriend in the direction of the stairs.
"Why don't you just go down here?" Rachel asked blushing as she nodded towards the half-bath down the hall.
"I'd rather go upstairs," Santana said huskily, her eyes boring into Rachel's as she pulled the girl along beside her.
She could tell that she was getting to the girl. Being in private was obviously loosening up Rachel's control and she smirked deviously as she decided to play it up, wincing dramatically as they took every step.
Next to her Rachel had started to take deep breaths and her darkened eyes flitted to Santana's midsection ever other second as a deep blush took over her face and she bit her bottom lip wantonly.
Deciding to have a little fun torturing her girlfriend Santana let out a little whimper and tightened her hand holding one of the girl's. "You okay Rae? You look like you want something," she said as the reached the top and she started pulling her girlfriend towards her bedroom.
"I'm fine, everything is fine and as it should be," Rachel squeaked out, her eyes big at the obvious thought her leering had been noticed.
"Are you sure?" Santana asked languishingly as she opened her bedroom door and stared into the girl's dark orbs. "Because you know if there is something you want you can ask. I would give you anything to make you happy."
Rachel stood before her shaking and Santana smirked victoriously as she watched the girl swallow roughly before speaking. "That's…that's very sweet of you baby, but I assure you that I'm just fine."
"Oh you are?" Santana asked coyly as she pulled the girl into her room and shut the door. "You're just fine?" She asked pushing the girl gently up against the door and leaning forwards till their lips were only just touching. "Because I think you want…no I think you need something."
"I…I'm okay," Rachel whimpered, her breath coming out in little pants at the intense gaze she was getting.
"Mmm are you sure baby?" Santana asked pushing her own body forwards until her tender midsection was pressed up against her girlfriend's shaking body.
"Oh god," Rachel whimpered as the Latina gave out a small cry and shifted desperately against her body.
"I'm sure god has nothing to do with this," Santana husked out as she ran a hand up the girl's leg and began teasing her fingers against the soaked material. "Oh baby you're so fucking wet."
Rachel let out a desperate whimper and Santana felt her eyes roll back into her head as her fingers pushed through to silky wetness just as Rachel lifted a trembling hand and pressed against her full bladder. "Are you so fucking wet because of me?" She asked nipping at the girl's neck as she began to rub gentle circles over the girl's clit.
"Yes," Rachel said breathlessly, letting her head fall against the girl's shoulder and her hand add more pressure to her abdomen. "All the time."
"Is it because of what I said?" Santana asked pinching the girl's clit lightly and drawing a rough moan out of her. "Is it because I said that you're mine?'
"Y-yes," Rachel whimpered, her body beginning to tremble as her girlfriend methodically stroked her throbbing clit.
"You like being owned by me don't you? Like property?" Santana asked biting down on the girl's neck and soothing the forming bruise with her tongue.
"Oh god yes," Rachel keened out as her knees began to shake.
"Look at you," Santana growled bringing her head back to watch her panting girlfriend. "You're so ready for me all the time. You're just begging me to fuck you anywhere. Like when I fucked you on Quinn's bed, or when I bent you over Schue's desk. You loved that didn't you? Imagining them smelling your pussy for days after. I bet Quinn had to wash her sheets. And I bet she probably fucked herself in them a million times before she did."
"Oh fuck, fuck," Rachel whimpered as her body began to shake.
"You know what I want to do?" Santana asked as she pushed a finger into the girl's tight wetness and began to pump it in and out slowly. "I want to fuck you on Finn's bed next. Give that boy a smell of what is mine."
"Oh fucking…oh god…yours…please," Rachel cried out as the Latina began to speed up her strokes, a talented thumb rubbing against her clit.
"Yes I think that is a good idea," Santana said withdrawing from her girlfriend suddenly and earning her an anguished cry as she started pushing her towards the bed. "Everyone needs to know who you belong to."
"Please," Rachel all but sobbed as the Cheerio began pulling off both of their clothing with practiced ease and throwing it over her shoulder.
"Please what baby?" Santana purred as she pushed the girl back across her bed, (internally thanking god for the twenty-four hours store down the street that sold bed pads and the fact that she had drank nothing but water for two days), and crawled forwards until her aching clit was hovering above the diva's.
"Please make me yours," Rachel managed to whimper out as her chest heaved up and down at the sight in front of her.
Smirking at the desperation on her girl's face Santana reached forwards and grabbed one of the girl's hands. Keeping eye contact she took one of the girl's fingers and swirled her tongue around it before bringing it down to her soaked center. "You feel that?" Santana asked running the girl's finger through her folds. "That's what you do to me. You make me fucking drip. When you were sitting on my lap in Glee I was almost crying at how good it felt."
"Jesus Christ," Rachel groaned out as she looked up at her girlfriend through blown out pupils.
"And it felt so good because you are mine," Santana said removing the girls hand and slowly lowering her body down till their aching wet centers were touching. "I own you."
"Yes…you do," Rachel hissed, her hips involuntarily jerking upwards against Santana's causing the Latina to grind her teeth at the pain in her bladder.
Realizing that she couldn't hold it any longer the Latina leant over the girl's body, their stiffened nipples rubbing together as she bit down on the girl's neck. "Say it," she growled pressing her hips down roughly and closing her eyes against the burgeoning black spots in her vision.
"Oh god…god…yours…yours San," Rachel managed to pant out as her hips pressed up and abdomen pressed against her girlfriend's.
"You're fucking right you are," Santana growled gutturally as she sank her teeth into the girl's shoulder and started thrusting her hips down. "You fucking want everyone to know it to don't you," she managed to say, not knowing how she was able to form words at this point through the arousal and pain, "you fucking want me to mark you like a little bitch don't you?"
"Oh god yes!" Rachel cried out, her back arching up off of the bed and a hand pushing forcefully between them to press against Santana's abdomen and pressing hard.
"Is that what you want Rachel!" Santana roared as the movement at their hips became sloppy and erratic, their clits crashing into each other with utter need. "Do you want me to fucking mark you like territory!"
"Please!" Rachel sobbed out as tears began rolling down her cheeks and the hand pressing against Santana's stomach pushed hard.
"Beg for it!" Santana yelled, her fingers twisting around the girl's neck and tightening. "Say it Rachel! Tell me what you want!"
"Oh god!" Rachel cried out, her head thrashing from side to side as her face turned red, "Mark me!"
Biting down hard on the inside of her cheek Santana forced her clit away from the girl and stared down at her hard until Rachel's desperate eyes locked with her own. "They are going to be able to smell me on you for weeks," Santana ground out before slamming her hips down roughly, sending both girls into earth shattering orgasms just as Santana released her bladder and a hot stream of piss began to drench Rachel's pussy.
"Oh fuck!" Santana keened, her body shooting up from atop Rachel and her breasts arching forwards as she felt blissful release couple with one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had.
Underneath her Rachel gasped for air as her body slammed up into Santana, sending warm droplets of the girl's mark across her stomach and legs.
Santana was in heaven. She felt as if her orgasm was lasting forever and she could tell by the way that Rachel was thrashing underneath her that hers was too.
Finally after what felt like an hour the flow of liquid coming from Santana stopped and the Latina dropped bonelessly atop her girlfriend, both of their chests heaving as they tried to blink away the stars hanging in front of their eyes.
Slowly a weak trembling hand trailed up her back and gently pulled on the girl's hair until Santana let out a contented sigh and move her lips to softly run against her girlfriends.
The two girls lay there for long slow minutes, their lips moving softly and sensually against each others.
There was no rush, no fight for dominance, just the soft slow pressure of tongues stroking each other gently as their owners let out contended sighs.
"I love you so much," Rachel whispered, her nose grazing against the Latina's and her eyes fluttering open to look up at the girl staring down at her adoringly.
"Y te amo mi Estrella," Santana whispered back leaning in softly and kissing the girl chastly on the lips before sleep overtook the exhausted pair.
A/N: SOOOOOO WHAT YA'LL THINK? FIRST TIME WRITING FOR THIS KINK. I'VE DECIDED TO DO A WHOLE SERIES OF PEZBERRY KINKS IN THIS UNIVERSE BECAUSE I'M POSITIVE THAT IF RACHEL AND SANTANA DID HOOK UP THE SEX WOULD BE EXPLOSIVE AND FREAKY!
SO ALL YA'LL SEXY PEOPLE HIT UP MY COMMENTS WITH PROMPTS AND I'LL POKE THROUGH THEM AND WRITE ON THEM LEISURLY! IF YOU HAVE ONE THAT YOU DON'T WANT OTHER PEOPLE TO READ POST ANONYMOUSLY OR SEND ME A PM.