can you write a smutty one shot based on the post that says "imagine brittany and santana taking off each other's garters"
Santana's body continued to buzz as the song faded out and everyone began to clap and cheer while Brittany grabbed onto her hips all smiley and out of breath. The brunette wrapped her arms around her wife, wife, and rested their foreheads together, watching blue eyes twinkle under the fairy lights.
"Don't tire yourself out, babe, we've still got a honeymoon to get to." Santana rasped, lips curving into a smirk at the sight of pupils dilating.
"Oh, I'm nowhere near worn out." Brittany winked, hands slipping around Santana's waist and venturing lower.
"Brittany!" Santana giggled, reaching around to pull her hands back to her hips. They were standing in the middle of the dance floor, both sides of their families and friends surrounding them, it was no place to feel up your wife. At least, that's what Santana thought. Brittany just grinned devilishly, licking her lips as her eyes lowered to Santana's lips. The brunette shook her head at Brittany's leering but ended up leaning forward to kiss her anyway. It was meant to be sweet and chaste, but once Santana felt the tip of Brittany's tongue slide against hers she was a goner.
"Ow! Ow! Get it, Lopez!" Puck hollered playfully causing Santana to pull away and glare at him.
"That's Pierce-Lopez now." Santana corrected him getting a few chuckles from the crowd but she suddenly wanted to punch him, maybe it was the pent up sexual frustration, "Asshole was in our wedding, Britt, how can he forget so fast? I swear, other than the fact that he is constantly wearing that uniform; he hasn't changed since high school. I think I'm gonna go over there and-" Santana stopped when she felt Brittany staring at her, just one look at those love-filled blue eyes and Santana was hooked again, kissing her deeply despite everyone in the room.
Brittany pulled away, dazed and happily confused, "Can we go on our honeymoon now? I really want to do super naughty things to you right about now.."
"Britt!" Santana laughed, cheeks flushing at the sheer desire written all over Brittany's face. She leaned in to kiss her softly, "Baby, we haven't even cut the cake yet."
"Well, you're gonna have to quit kissing me all the time then!" Brittany pouted.
"Make me." Santana smirked, leaning in again but before their lips could touch, the DJ's voice echoed of the loud speakers.
"Okay everyone, I think it's about that time!" He cheered as Mike pushed a chair next to them. Brittany stared at it for a second a little confused, but then remembered wedding traditions and smiled. Santana moved to press Brittany down in the chair, but the blonde only smirked and stepped to the side, Santana's previous statement echoing in her head.
"Sit." She instructed, Santana's stomach fluttering at Brittany's demanding tone. She did as she was told, lowering to the chair then smoothed out her dress before smiling innocently up at Brittany.
As Marvin Gaye's Let's Get It On began to play, Santana and Brittany played along to the crowd; Brittany exaggerating her brow wiggles while Santana bit her lip and fanned herself while everyone laughed. Their friends and family began to cheer as Brittany sank to the floor, body swaying from side to side to the music as she did so, but Santana could barely keep up her act with Brittany staring back at her so seductively.
She didn't know why she was suddenly so anxious feeling, what could Brittany possibly do with half her body underneath Santana's dress? Santana's breath hitched at the possibilities, the dirtier ones, but shook her head; Brittany wouldn't…not in front of-
"Don't move, baby." Brittany husked as she picked up the edge of Santana's dress. Santana looked at her curiously, eyes narrowing, but Brittany just winked and threw Santana's dress over her head.
Santana froze for a second, jaw dropping slightly before she remembered everyone was watching and tried to keep up with her act. At first she kept thinking about how awkward it was having all these people standing around watching her sit with a straight face while she had Brittany's head between her legs. But, as if Brittany could feel Santana's nerves, the blonde ran her hands along Santana's smooth calves; her touch relaxing her wife, then parted her legs so she had room.
Santana watched Brittany's head move around beneath her dress while she still felt her hands moving up and down her claves. After a minute, Santana began to worry because when did it take Brittany more than ten seconds to strip her of something? She made a face at Brittany wiggling her butt, laughing because her wife is pretty cute, but then she felt Brittany's lips press against the inside of her thigh just below the garter. Brittany's hands smoothed up to the backs of her knees, holding her steady as she pressed wet kisses along Santana's skin.
Santana was struggling to look as normal as possible, but she needed to hold onto something to keep from pushing Brittany's head to where she really wanted her. She grabbed for the edge of her seat hoping that no one would notice her increasing arousal while Brittany continued to tease her to death. The blonde nipped and sucked and even licked at the insides of Santana's thighs while Santana struggled to keep from tossing her head back and moaning Brittany's name. She could feel Brittany's breath edging closer and closer to her center but then she'd pull away, leaving wet kisses behind.
Finally, after what felt like forever though it was only verging on two minutes, Santana felt Brittany's teeth scrape against her skin as she tugged on the garter and began sliding it down her leg. Brittany cradled her heel as she let go of the garter and pulled her head out from under Santana's dress. She smiled smugly at Santana's expression before reaching under and pulling off the garter then held it up triumphantly in one hand while she pumped her fist.
Santana laughed at her dorkiness, and even more at her disheveled hair before reaching forward and pulling Brittany to her lap. Brittany sank down on her easily, wrapping one arm around the back of her shoulders while she twirled Santana's garter around her finger.
"What am I supposed to do with this, San? Can I keep it?" Brittany asked cutely.
"No B, you're supposed to throw it to the guys," Santana chuckled.
"Ew no, I don't wanna. What if they build like..a Santana shrine? Only I can have those."
"Britt..it's tradition." Santana told her then lowered her voice, "Besides, I've got something special for you."
"Oh, well in that case!" Brittany chucked the garter behind her not even bothering to see where it landed which happened to be-
"Ahh, get it off! Get it off!" Kurt squealed, swatting at his forearm where the white material draped on his sleeve.
Brittany looked over her shoulder at the high pitched sound and giggled, "I was aiming for him in my head, cool. Now all you have to do is beam Blaine with your bouquet and they'll be scarred for life!"
Santana and Brittany laughed together in their own little bubble until Santana saw Brittany's expression shift, "What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing" She answered as she bit her lip, "I'm just waiting for you to say it's your turn to return the favor. This garter isn't gonna take itself off."
Santana chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her wife, "Meet me out back in ten and I'll take a lot more than just your garter off."