A/N: I do not own Glee or its characters in any way.
The grip that Quinn Fabray had on her steering wheel would make anyone flinch. She sat frozen in her spot, eyes wide and mouth agape. When Rachel had called her last night asking for a ride, it sparked her curiosity. Santana never failed to drive Rachel to and from school, but Quinn assumed they were probably in the middle of a fight or something because let's face it. Santana and her big mouth are magnets for trouble. After all, Quinn was the one bailing her out most of the time. Anyway, she gladly agreed to give Rachel a ride as soon as she had picked up Brittany (who was currently smirking knowingly in the passenger seat). What she had not bargained for, however, was seeing Rachel Berry dressed in an unusual way.
Rachel giggled at Quinn's expression. "Quinn, I assume your facial features show a reflection of my choice of clothing for today? I think I look quite…ravishing."
"Wow, Rach! You look hot. If you weren't totally hooked on San, we'd be having sexy times right now. Do you think that San would want a threesome? Oh, maybe Quinn could come too!" Brittany looked expectantly at Rachel who was blushing furiously at the images in her mind caused from the blonde's words.
"I'll take that into consideration, Brittany."
Once it seemed that Quinn had found her words, she began to speak. "Britt's right, you look amazing, Rachel! What's with the new look, though? Feel like teasing Santana a little?"
"Something like that. I require help from the both of you, so I shall tell you the details in your car. We can't be late for school!"
Santana arrived to school earlier than usual. It was partly because she didn't pick up Rachel today. She was still confused as to why since her girlfriend had left somewhat abruptly last night. Nevertheless, She continued on her way to her locker. She managed to scare a freshman into switching lockers with Rachel last week, which meant they could see each other more during the day. Strangely, Rachel wasn't at her locker.
No big deal. I'm early anyway.
As she began preparing her books for her classes, she caught a whiff of her mate's scent. Finally. It was taking her long enough. Hello, did she forget it's horrible when they're separated?
"Morning, babe. I was wondering where you, uh, where, um…wow. Y-you look n-nice." Well, that's unexpected. I mean, Santana knew her girlfriend was hot, but damn. She could feel all her blood rushing down toward her groin. Fuck. Was she doing this on purpose? Her mate had on the shortest skirt possibly known to man. When did she even buy that? Not to mention the v-neck she was wearing. Rachel's breasts were practically straining the fabric in attempt to be freed.
"Good morning, baby! Thank you, I'm glad you appreciate it. I thought I would try something new. I feel more confident than usual today." Rachel mentally cheered seeing Santana struggle to maintain eye contact with her instead of ogling her chest.
"Santana? Honey?"
"Huh?"
"I'm flattered you seem to be enjoying the view, but I think we should get to class." Santana found herself cursing herself for not taking Rachel up on her offer last night.
No, I said we would wait. Damn it.
She reluctantly, and a little painfully, followed her mate into class. She could do this; Santana Lopez prides herself in having amazing self-control. She began to relax. Maybe this wasn't going to be as hard as she thought (no pun intended). Then again, something always has to happen, or in this case, someone.
Noah Puckerman. Shit, she forgot Rachel and him had been paired up for that stupid Spanish assignment.
"Noah, it's lovely to see you again. I already have some ideas for our project."
"Damn, baby you're looking fine. Could I offer you a ride on the Puckerman express? I haven't had any complaints to date." Puck waggled his eyebrows and smirked when he received a giggle from Rachel in response. Santana, on the other hand, was fuming.
What the actual fuck? I'm gonna kill him.
She couldn't concentrate on her own work, and Brittany had long given up on trying to grab her attention. She sat in her desk clenching her fists at her sides while staring at the other pair. Puck was outwardly flirting with her mate, and it seemed Rachel wasn't trying to stop him. In fact, it looked like she was encouraging him. No. Why would she do that? She's not even into him…right? Whatever. It's not like she-
"PUCKERMAN! I suggest you stop flirting with my girlfriend. Unless of course you want me to ensure that you don't reproduce anytime in your life."
Rachel was startled when she heard Santana's voice. Her girlfriend looked so angry and sexy. Did it just get hotter in here? Next thing she knows, she's dragged out of the room and standing in front of a very pissed off Latina.
"Rachel, what the fuck? He was all over you, and you weren't exactly trying to stop him." Santana was turning red out of frustration, and Rachel could already feel her arousal begin to pool between her legs, which ultimately meant that Santana could too.
"Are you serious? You're turned on? PUCK TURNED YOU ON?"
Wait, what? Puck?
"Santana, no he-"
The cheerleader scoffed. "What about him could possibly be appealing? He smells, Rachel. He SMELLS! Britt said he wasn't even that good in bed, and I can guarantee I'm way bigger than him." Rachel smirked realizing the advantage she had.
"I haven't said anything, Santana. Don't you think you're being a little cocky?"
"Please, I have every right to be."
"I don't know. I have no evidence to base your claim on, but factoring Puck's height and build I would assume that he would be quite-"
"Stop."
"All I'm saying is that it is highly probable that his-" This time Rachel was cut off with a bruising kiss.
"Rach, Puck is all bark and no bite. I, on the other hand, can back up everything I say."
"Then prove it. Prove that you're better than he is." This was it. Santana was finally going to give in, and Rachel was going to get what she wanted.
"Fine." In a sudden flash, Rachel felt herself being hauled away into the nearest bathroom. Thankfully, they were the only two there, but in all honestly, she would not have given a damn if somebody heard them. Nothing was going to distract her from this.
Barely stifling a moan, Rachel stared into Santana's eyes. The usual deep brown color had turned impossibly darker, yet they were as beautiful as ever. The only difference in them was the shining of intense arousal. She knew Santana was turned on. She could feel it. Santana's lips trailed kisses up her neck. She felt the cheerleader's hot breath against her ear and a soft nip at her lobe.
"I know what you're doing."
What?
"Rachel, it's not going to work. I knew something was up." Rachel's face fell. One second, her girlfriend was pressed against her in an irresistible way, and the next moment she's pulling away. What the hell?
"Santana Lopez, you are not about to leave me in this state of arousal. I can see that you are very much as excited, and as my girlfriend, you are supposed to satisfy my needs and this is one of them, so come back and fuck me!" Rachel perfected her mini-rant with a stomp of her foot.
Squirming in her spot after listening to the tiny diva curse, Santana managed to chuckle. "I knew you only wanted me for sex. Baby, I thought we agreed to wait. It's really hard to not jump you already, but it's even harder when you're dressed like that."
"No, you decided to wait. Sweetie, believe me when I say I am more than ready, and from the looks of it, I can tell little Santana is ready as well." Rachel smirked at seeing Santana squirm even more.
"Whatever. Nothing you do is going to make me change my mind, so you should just drop it." When Santana received no response, she sighed and checked if her little friend was showing, then proceeded to stomp out of the bathroom.
"We'll see about that, honey." As soon as she was sure her girlfriend had left, Rachel whipped out of iPhone.
"Quinn? Sadly, Plan B is a definite go. Please be sure to inform Brittany as well."
"Affirmative."
"Coach!"
"What do you want, Fabray?" The glare coming their way from Sue was enough to make even Brittany's smile falter. That woman was scarier than the clown that made her get lost that time in the sewer.
"Er, well…I was just discussing with Brittany that Santana seems to be, um, slacking during practices. I feel that as captain, she should be setting an example for the other girls."
"I hope you're not looking to be promoted because that is not happening on my watch, Fabray."
"No, of course not. I'm just looking out for the team. Maybe she should just do some extra laps."
"We'll see. Now please remove yourselves from my presence before I decide to extend today's practice for everyone."
Quinn gulped. She and Brittany hastily made their way to class. She felt bad about extending Santana's practice, but she had to help out Rachel. She hoped Santana wouldn't be too mad. Technically, Brittany had helped too, and Santana would never hurt Brittany so…
"PATHETIC! DO IT AGAIN!" Sue's voice boomed over the exhausted cheerleaders. Santana groaned as she began to lead the squad in their usual practice routine. Sue was being bitchier than usual, and it sucked. She couldn't wait to go home and hopefully spend some time with Rachel.
"MEDIOCRE. I've seen enough for today; hit the showers. Except you, Lopez!"
You've gotta be kidding me.
Santana reluctantly jogged over to Sue. "Yes, Coach?"
"I don't appreciate slackers on my team. You're to run 30 extra laps, sandbags."
"Excuse me? Santana Lopez is not a slacker."
Sue smirked. "And that is the very reason you're still captain of this squad, but if you decide to sass me again, that can change. Now go."
Thirty laps later, a tired and slightly pissed Santana made her way to the locker room. She's pretty sure she smelled like a dog and, even if she is head bitch, that's not at all flattering. So she stepped into the shower and enjoyed the feeling of water cascading down her sore body. Santana failed to hear the tiny footsteps, belonging to none other than Rachel Berry, scurrying along the floor towards her specifically.
Eye on the prize, Rachel.
Hearing Santana's soft humming made Rachel smile. Why did she not just go for shower sex? That would be oh so hot, but it's too late now. She heard the sound of Santana turning off the water, so Rachel clutched the tiny towel covering her body closer.
"Rachel?" On cue, she let the towel covering her fall to the ground. She saw how the expression on Santana's face morphed from confusion to arousal.
Victory! I'd like to thank the Academy and Barbra for being my inspiration in all things.
"Sant-"
"Get dressed."
"What?" Okay, now she's confused. This was the part where Santana wouldn't be able to control herself and ravish her on the spot. Her confusion continued when Santana started getting dressed.
"…aren't you…terribly aroused?"
"Rachel get dressed." He girlfriend's tone left no room for arguing, so she reluctantly got dressed too. So much for her plan.
When they reached Santana's car, Rachel assumed she would be dropped off at her home, but apparently not. Santana passed by her house, so they were likely going to the Latina's house. She remembered something about Santana's parents being out tonight. Damn it, she was probably going to be chewed out by her girlfriend. What took her by surprise, however, is when Santana practically shoved her against the wall.
"Rachel, do you know how much of a tease you are?"Santana's voice was low and raspy, and Rachel was too shocked to answer. "It took all my self-control to not jump you every time I saw you." She could feel Santana grinding their centers together and creating just enough friction but not enough at the same time. Santana mentally cheered for being the one in control, but a sudden smirk from her mate surprised her.
"Oh, honey. I knew you would give in. I've been so wet for you all day. Albeit, I thought this would be happening sooner, but beggars can't be choosers." Rachel took the opportunity to attack Santana's lips in a rough kiss while she pressed them even closer.
Santana swiftly picked up Rachel and ascended the staircase towards her room. She was still pretty exhausted from Sue's stupid laps, but she'd be damned if she let this moment slip away. She laid her mate down gently on her bed and peppered slow kisses on her face. She sucked gently on Rachel's bottom lip and smirked when she heard a soft moan.
The sound of Rachel's clothing ripped off echoed around the room.
Santana brought them into another bruising kiss. She's finally going to claim her mate. The mere thought of it made the straining in her shorts even worse. She's had the strength to keep her animalistic side at bay and make sure she didn't do anything Rachel didn't want, but this was something Rachel clearly wanted. She silently asked permission to remove the smaller girl's bra. When it was granted, she wasted no time in latching on to one of her nipples. A soft whimper escaped Rachel when she felt Santana roughly nip at her hard peaks and then soothingly run her tongue over the spot. Santana made sure to give the same attention to the other one of her mate's breast as she let her hand trail farther down the girl's body.
"Baby, you're so wet." Santana groaned feeling her mate's arousal between her fingers. Without warning, she detached herself from her girlfriend's breast and made her way between two tan legs. Rachel was confused for a moment, but all thoughts left her when she felt a tentative lick between her thighs.
"Rach, is this okay?"
"Yes, please just don't stop." Rachel's eyes rolled back when she felt Santana's tongue suddenly dive into her. She weaved her fingers through locks of gorgeous dark hair. They totally should've done this sooner. When she felt Santana's tongue pick up a relentless pace, she barely managed to hold back a moan. It was useless though because when Santana found that spot inside her, there was no stopping the gasp and cry of pleasure that escaped her. She was breathless. That had been her first orgasm, and oh man did she want more.
Santana smirked. "You'll be screaming my name before we're done." Seeing Rachel come was definitely her new favorite thing in the world. Seriously, nothing could beat what she just saw. Okay, maybe hearing her mate scream her name while she fucked her into oblivion was going to be better for sure.
"I think you're wearing too much clothes for our activities, honey." Santana chuckled. Rachel didn't sound as if she'd just had her first orgasm. She stopped laughing when she felt the diva tug off her shirt and bra in one swift movement. Holy fuck, how did she do that? Before she can even voice her question aloud, she feels herself pushed down on her bed and Rachel's hot breath over her left breast. Her shock must have shown because she felt her mate smirk against her chest. Santana groaned when Rachel finally enveloped her nipples in her perfect mouth. She desperately needed some type of friction to ease the ache in her shorts, so she began to roll her hips into Rachel. She received a moan of approval and a fierce kiss from her girlfriend. Santana groaned at the loss of contact when Rachel pulled away, and she focused on her girlfriend eyeing the bulge in her shorts. She wasn't wearing her compression shorts, so she knew her hard on was clearly visible. She didn't want to rush her mate, but it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable down there. Her breath hitched when she felt her mate start slowly lowering her shorts until she remained only in her boxers. She kept still as Rachel gently pulled at her boxers and finally gave her some relief.
"Wow," Rachel gasped. Sure she had seen this part of Santana before, but it was brief and in an entirely different situation. Little Santana was by no means "little". She had done her research on the average size of a penis, and it was safe to say that Santana excelled in that department. The cheerleader always strived to be the best at everything, and this was certainly no exception. Rachel tentatively cupped Santana and began to stroke her. Her girlfriend felt so hard, yet soft at the same time. She continued to stroke adding a little more pressure and speed; judging by the soft gasps that were coming from the girl below her, she was doing something right. Santana's eyes were hooded, and there were tiny drops of precum leaking from her tip.
When she felt Rachel drop to her knees and pull her forward, Santana's eyes bulged. Nothing would make her happier than having Rachel's lips wrapped around her throbbing cock, but she could see uncertainty in her girlfriend's eyes. She wasn't about to let Rachel think she was obliged to do that.
"Rachel, you don't have to do that." Santana gently helped Rachel to her feet.
"No, don't be silly! Of course I want to make you feel good, San!" Usually, Rachel's acting skills were on point, but she didn't sound the least bit convincing. Santana smiled and pulled her girlfriend onto the bed again.
"And you have, babe. Just because you're not ready for that doesn't mean you haven't made me feel good. You definitely have. We're not doing anything you feel uncomfortable about."
"But I am ready!"
"Really? You looked kind of nervous to me." Rachel's blushing cheeks were proof that Santana was right.
"Thank you, Santana." Could her girlfriend be any more amazing? Probably. Rachel captured her lips in a loving kiss and moved until Santana was hovering above her.
"Rachel, you know what this means for me. Are you sure?"
"Completely. I love you, Santana."
Santana felt hear eyes tear up at Rachel's words, but damn it this was so not the time for her to turn into a giant baby. That was all she needed to hear before she aligned herself with Rachel's entrance. She kept eye contact with her mate as she slowly pushed in inch by inch until she felt a barrier. With one final thrust, she broke through and buried herself completely inside.
"SANTANA, WHAT THE FUCK? THAT HURT."
Okay, so not the reaction she was expecting. She was expecting tears and having to soothe Rachel until she felt better. Rachel didn't look pained; she looked pissed.
"What?"
"Damn it Santana that was not pleasant at all."
"Well, excuse me. That's how it works in case you didn't know."
The Jewish girl huffed. "Are you going to fuck me now or…?"
"Fine." Santana pulled out almost completely and rammed into Rachel. Her mate wanted to be fucked? Well, she was going to be claimed so everyone knew she was off limits. She felt her mate's arms wrap around her neck as she picked up a relentless pace. Holding Rachel down by her hips, she slammed in repeatedly.
"Of, fuck yes. Don't stop!" Rachel tightened her grip on Santana and wrapped her legs around her mate. She was hitting every spot in her so deliciously. Any pain she felt was forgotten as she felt her girlfriend's cock dive deep into her.
"You're. Mine. Rachel. Mine." Santana emphasized each word with a thrust of her hips. She pulled out completely and took the opportunity to flip Rachel over. Before Rachel could complain about the loss, Santana plunged in and pounded her mate's pussy even harder. In this position, she felt like she was in total power; she was claiming her mate. Rachel was hers now. Her realization seemed to snap something inside her.
"Whose pussy is this?" She was a fan of dirty talk after all.
"Yours, baby. Yours!"
"Damn right. Mine! Not Puck's and definitely not Finn's. You're my bitch, Rachel." She could feel Rachel's walls clamp down on her cock. She was so close. "You're so tight, baby. I can feel you squeezing my cock."
"I'm yours, just yours baby. I feel so full. I'm so close! I need you." Rachel wasn't sure exactly what she needed, but if Santana stopped, someone was going to lose a very important limb.
"Santana!" It took two more well placed thrust from Santana before Rachel was seeing stars and collapsing onto the bed.
"Raaaachel." As soon as she felt Rachel's walls clamp down on her member and a gush of wetness, Santana followed right after. With one final thrust, she buried herself and let her ropes of cum coat the inside of her mate. The feeling of her girlfriend's seed filling her up was enough to make Rachel moan loudly. Finally, Santana collapsed next to her mate.
"Wow." Rachel snuggled closer into Santana.
Santana smirked. "What can I say? I'm such a stud."
"Really, honey? You have a knack for ruining moments."
"It's true. Rach?"
"Yes?"
"I love you." Santana tightened her hold on her mate. There was no doubt that she was in love with Rachel.
"I know. I find your affections for me quite obvious."
"Oh wow, now who's ruining the moment?"
"Santana?
"Yeah?"
"I'm not your bitch."
"That's not what you were saying a few minutes ago."
"I was merely going along with you, so it would help your performance. A motivation if you wish to call it that."
"Whatever. I can perform just fine thank you."
"San?"
"What?"
"I love you, too."
Rachel smiled. Teasing the love of her life was always funny.
A/N: Okay, first of all, I apologize for the long time it took me to update! It's summer where I live which means I finished all my exams, and I don't have to constantly wake up so early, haha. I honestly had some trouble writing this chapter because I don't know how to write smut...I'm just 16 years old ok, so sorry if it sucked, but I tried!
*Thanks for the reviews guys, I read all of them and it's awesome that you leave suggestions. It really helps me know what you all would like to see in the story. I'll try my best to be better at answering some of them. Alright, I'm done now. :)
*P.S. I'm aware of the fact that they didn't use protection. ;)