How about a brittana "rough sex" prompt .. Like make up sex
With Brittany traveling all over the country, still apart of Mercedes' tour, and Santana back in New York solidifying her solo artist career, it's tough trying to make long distance work. With time changes and conflicting schedules, it's a miracle if they can even get a phone call in.
That's why it's so important that they each make it home every 27th of the month. For the past six months, it's worked fine; Santana takes the day off and Brittany flies home for the day and sometimes stays for the weekend. It's what keeps their relationship alive and strong, it's something they can look forward to each month while they're both away building their careers.
So when Brittany tells Santana that she can't make it home this month, Santana's more than pissed. She is livid.
"Brittany, what do you mean you can't make it home?"
"I just can't, San, I'm sorry. We're in Chicago and the snow is so bad, there won't be another flight out for awhile."
"Seriously?" Santana growled, more upset with the weather than with Brittany, "Isn't there another way?"
"The roads are pretty dangerous, even the tour bus slid a couple times on the way to the hotel. I don't think it's safe.."
"I can't fucking believe this, I mean, this is our only day of the month! Why didn't you come home sooner? You could've checked before you booked the flight."
"Santana..we just got here. There was no way I could've left early with the show last night. You know this isn't my fault, you can't blame me for the weather."
"I guess," Santana frowned, she really did feel bad she was taking out her frustration on her girlfriend but she was just really upset!
"I know this sucks, baby, I wish I could be home with you right now but we're just going to have to wait a little longer."
"I don't get why you're telling me just now," Santana mumbled, "I could've cancelled our dinner reservation hours ago and I wouldn't have gotten dressed up if I knew you wouldn't be home tonight. I feel a little dumb straightening my hair for nothing."
"I'm sorry, San, I don't know what else to say."
"It's whatever, Brittany. I've got to go, call me when you find out when you're coming home."
With that, Santana hung up and crossed her arms. She looked around their apartment, all the hard work she put into cleaning up the living room and replacing their bed set and making sure she looked super hot going right down the drain.
The next day, Santana kept busy in her at-home studio, singing whatever tune that came to mind as she closed herself up in the sound proof room. She had taken the weekend off in anticipation for Brittany's arrival, but by the looks of no new texts from the blonde, it was just going to be another day off spent working.
Or so she thought.
"Surprise!" Brittany cheered as she pushed open the door of the sound room. Santana nearly fell off her stool at the sight of Brittany, all layered up in jackets and sweaters and a beanie over top her head.
"Oh my God, Britt!" Santana beamed and rushed to hug her girlfriend, "You were supposed to call me when you left Chicago! How did you-"
"I know, but I thought this would be better.." Brittany grinned, kissing full lips slowly, savoring everything. Santana hummed against her as she reached up and cupped pale cheeks.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me again.." Santana mumbled against Brittany's lips, "I could've picked you up at the airport or made you your favorite breakfast."
"You're my favorite breakfast." She smirked as she ran her thumb along Santana's jaw.
"Oh yeah?" The brunette asked, licking her lips and her eyes darkening with lust.
"Mhmmm, most important meal of the day." Brittany husked, her nose nudging against Santana's.
"God, I wish you would've been home last night." Santana sighed, clutching at the lapels of Brittany's coat, "I was so lonely, Britt-Britt."
"Well, get me out of these clothes and maybe I can make it up to you?"
Santana didn't have to be told twice and after years of perfecting quickies, she stripped the blonde of all swore in a little less than a couple minutes. She had her pushed up against a side table in the room, ravishing the blonde's long neck while Brittany palmed her ass.
One of the many things she missed about Santana while being on tour was her lack of sleepwear; Santana had no problem strutting around their apartment in nothing but a baggy t shirt and panties. Even in the winter, Santana resisted wearing pants to bed because she swears they're uncomfortable but if it really got cold she wore thick wool socks which were currently adorning her small feet.
As Brittany began to feel Santana's teeth nip at her collarbone, the pain mixing with pleasure, she remembered that she was the one that was supposed to be doing all the work. Not that she minded, of course, but how can she do any making up when Santana's got all the control?
The blonde leaned down and captured Santana's wet lips with hers, slipping her tongue against the brunette's and groaning at the feel of their bodies pressing flush. As Brittany's hands smoothed over the curve of Santana's ass and grasped at tanned thighs, Santana moaned a little louder, excited for what was to come: mainly her.
Brittany hoisted Santana up, the brunette's center gliding against Brittany's toned stomach causing her to stumble just a little at the feel of the brunette's damp panties on her skin. Santana loved when Brittany took control, something about her usual gentleness replaced with assertive touches got her all hot and bothered quicker than normal.
Brittany reversed their positions and dropped Santana on the side table she was previously pushed up against earning a surprised squeal from Santana. The brunette's fingers combed through blonde hair and urged Brittany's mouth to her chest craving those lips all over her body, she didn't even care how needy she was being.
"Baby.." Santana breathed out shakily when Brittany's lips trailed across her collar bone and down to the tops of her breasts. The blonde kept one hand palming her ass while the other ran up Santana's stomach to cup her chest, loving the feeling of her hardening nipple against her palm. Santana had her head thrown back as Brittany ravished her, her body already trembling for something more.
From the way Santana's thighs were squeezing at her waist, Brittany knew what her girl wanted, what she needed, and she was more than happy to give it to her just how she liked it.
"Ready, sweetheart?" Brittany husked, blue eyes dark and lusty as she pressed her lips sensually against Santana's cheek.
"Fuck, yes Britt." Santana whined, hips grinding against Brittany's waist searching for some kind of friction.
Brittany just giggled throatily and dipped her hand into Santana's panties, smiling at the feeling of her smooth mound before kissing her lips, "You're so sexy."
Santana moaned as long fingers reacquainted themselves with her throbbing center, slipping through her wet folds and circling around her sensitive bundle. She was so worked up and ready that even the tiniest movement had her digging nails into milky skin and calling out Brittany's name.
Brittany moved with determination, wanting to show Santana how much she missed her for the past month, how much she missed her little sounds when she moved her fingers just right and the feel of their skin against each other's But the way Santana held on to her for dear life when she was just about to tumble over the edge, how she'd chant 'I love you' against her cheek in that super sexy raspy voice as she started to lose herself in the feeling, that was Brittany's absolute favorite.
"Baby, I'm- I'm close.." Santana whined, her hips moving in time with Brittany's thrusts, making long fingers sink deeper into her.
"I know," Brittany rasped, holding Santana close as she started to grind her hips behind each pump, but the table her thighs kept knocking into kept her from making full, deep, thrusts and with how hard she was grinding into Santana, she was bound to have bruises.
So Brittany wrapped her arm low around Santana's waist and picked her up, two fingers still deep inside her girl while tanned legs tightened around the blonde's waist.
"Oh fuck!" Santana cried at the new position, Brittany's fingers stroking her just right as she bounced against the blonde expertly. Sweat collected between their bodies, the breasts slipping against each other's as Brittany stumbled to press Santana up against the glass of the studio room.
Santana shrieked again at her roughness, arms clinging to Brittany's shoulders as she got closer and closer to release. Brittany could tell she was about to come just by how tight her walls were around her fingers. She could barely move in and out of her, but she was set on making Santana feel good.
"Come for me, baby.." Brittany breathed out as Santana eyes rolled back, the back of head hitting glass as she continued to moan at each thrust.
"Faster, Britt!" She cried and soon Brittany was moving wish so much vigor that Santana's back slammed repeatedly against the glass. It was barely two more pumps of long fingers hitting that perfect spot when Santana's body stiffened in Brittany's hold, her head filling with sweet stars and love for Brittany, before she finally slumped against the blonde.
Brittany braced her weight easily, kissing her sweaty brow and laughing softly at how exhausted Santana was already, "You want to take a nap before round two, sleepyhead?"
"Hmm, sounds good." Santana mumbled tiredly, nuzzling against Brittany's neck, "You're carrying me right? I don't think I've got the use of my legs right now."
"Sure, sweetheart." Brittany giggled breathlessly and casually held a very nude Santana against her as she walked towards their bedroom.