Wow, this turned out smuttier/kinkier than usual, except for a slightly angsty/fluffy end. I know I should probably add more plot, but this is a smut fic, and I need some sexy times in each chapter, even though it might become tiring to keep coming up with new ideas. I am getting to a plot point though, kind of a twist I think you might like/find interesting.
"So, today's the day." Santana whispered seductively into Brittany's ear. The blonde creased her eyebrows in confusion, wondering what Santana could mean. Then, registering her husky, suggestive tone, it hit her right between the legs. She suppressed a groan, only because they were in the middle of the hallway at school.
"You're not grounded anymore?" Brittany asked quietly, her voice filled with hope. Santana smirked and shook her head, leaning into Brittany's backside, not even caring who could see.
"I was thinking, this afternoon you could come back to mine. Nobody is home until late, so we'd have hours." Santana exaggerated in a breathy voice. Brittany forced the inevitable boner back, biting her lip. She's trying to kill me. She thought. It had only been four days, but it felt like four weeks thanks to their equally high libidos. Phone sex and sneaking around the school for quickies was hot, but tiring, Brittany couldn't wait one more second to get Santana alone.
"Ugh, San." Brittany whined, wanting both to fuck her against the lockers right then and there and also to push her away because the closeness was suffocating. She did neither, waiting for the Latina to make the next move, praying that it wouldn't be more teasing. Brittany really didn't want to get a boner in the middle of the hallway.
"Babe, I want you right now." Santana pleaded desperately, pushing her hips against Brittany's ass. That was it, she couldn't hold it anymore. She turned around, her blue eyes darkened with lust, a bulge evident through the restricting fabric of her jeans. Santana gasped when she looked down, and Brittany merely smirked proudly at the way she'd reacted.
"You want this?" Brittany asked, feigning innocence as she pointed down to her semi hard cock. Santana whimpered a 'yes', the most pathetic noise she'd ever made and it turned Brittany on even more, bringing her cock to full hardness.
"Mmm. You're such a slut for my cock, look at you, I bet you can't wait to get me alone and ride me." Brittany husked into Santana's ear, knowing how much her dirty talk tortured her when she was this horny, loving the way she whimpered and nodded submissively.
"You're making me so fucking wet, Britt." Santana moaned, oblivious to the odd looks they were now receiving from other students. The heat between them was electric, their arousal seeping from every pore and filling the small gap between their bodies with the smell of lust. "You know how much I love it when you talk like that."
"That's because you're a fucking whore and you love it when I take you, hard. When I fill your tight pussy with my huge cock." Brittany teased further, and in turn Santana let out a small cry of desperation. "I bet you'd let me take you right here, in front of everyone. Then everyone would know that you're mine." Brittany said possessively, the kind that made Santana's wetness leak down her thighs.
"Oh fuck, Britt. I'm yours, make me yours. Please.." Santana begged, not caring that she sounded hopeless and desperate. She knew Brittany needed this as much as she did, and she knew the girl got off on her being submissive. Secretly she loved when Brittany was in control, if that was even a secret anymore.
"Fuck this." Brittany slammed her locker shut, grabbing Santana's wrist and running out the exit of the school, without any objections. They made it to the car, and Santana was sure she broke every road rule as she pulled out of the school car park.
Brittany couldn't wait until they got back to Santana, so she stretched out her arm and cupped Santana through her panties, thanks to the teasingly tight, short dress she was wearing. Her suspicions has been right, she was soaked through, dripping wet. Santana gasped, her body stiffened.
"Britt-Britt." She whined in an unconvincing protest. Then she felt two long fingers slip inside her panties and eagerly stroked her slit. She groaned loudly, digging her nails into the steering wheel.
"Fuck, you're dripping baby." Brittany observed in awe. "You've never been this wet." She husked, unable to control herself as she slid two fingers into her with unfamiliar ease.
"Ohhh, fuck!" Santana moaned in a high pitched voice, almost swerving off the road. One more street! She told herself, skidding up the driveway when they'd finally made it, Brittany's fingers pumping in and out of her, knuckle deep. When they came to a stop, Santana grabbed Brittany's wrist, halting her movements. She brought her drenched fingers up to her lips, watching in amusement and Brittany's eyes widened as she sucked her own wetness off her fingers.
"Ugh, fuck you're so dirty. Tasting yourself all over my fingers." Brittany groaned, her dick throbbing in pain, begging for relief through the tight confines of her pants. If they stalled any longer, she'd be taking Santana in the back seat. So with much effort and will power she unbuckled her seatbelt and hastily jumped out of the car. Santana quickly followed, almost forgetting to lock the car as she sprinted to the front door, fumbling around to open it.
"Fucking stupid fucking lock.." She muttered angrily under her breath. An equally impatient Brittany forced herself into her back, pressing her crotch between Santana's legs, nuzzling into her neck until finally the door swung open. Brittany groaned, entering the house only to pin Santana against the door, sucking, nipping and kissing her neck, marking her.
Santana groaned and clawed at Brittany's hips, slipping her thumbs into the hem of her jeans, tugging her forward for more friction, which was teasingly granted.
"I need you." Brittany growled lowly, nipping Santana's pulse point, eliciting a delicious moan of agreement. "Upstairs, right now." She struggled in exertion, hoisting Santana up, her thighs tightening around her hips as she carried her up the stairs, their lips and tongues furiously latching together in a heated, hungry kiss. When they reached the room, Brittany dropped Santana onto the bed and crawled on top of her, still kissing.
"Get this.. fucking dress off." Brittany said, tugging it up and ripping it off over Santana's head, throwing it to the floor in disgust of the offending garment. Santana, equally as needy, tugged Brittany's shirt off and then her jeans, which Brittany kicked off at the end of the bed. She impatiently pressed their bodies flush together, her cock rock hard in her boxer briefs, but before letting it break free, she settled her head between Santana's thighs and took in the sweet, musky scent of her arousal.
"I haven't tasted your pussy in days, baby." Brittany groaned remorsefully, nipping the damp fabric. Sucking through it with determination.
"Please.." Santana whined, her fingers weaving through blonde hair, tugging her head closer to her core.
"Please what?" Brittany teased. But now was not the time for teasing.
"Fucking lick my pussy, now!" Santana shamelessly demanded. After a moment of shock, quickly replaced by arousal, Brittany complied, literally ripping her panties off, throwing the ruined material away, not taking one more second before licking her way up Santana's wet pussy.
"Mmm, so good Britt." Santana moaned in approval, her grip tightening in Brittany's hair. Brittany groaned at the taste, lapping up as much of the sweet juice as she could, suddenly plunging her tongue inside, eliciting a loud whimper. Santana's thighs tightened around her head as she fucked her tight hole with her tongue, feeling her walls clenching against her tongue.
Embarrassingly so, Santana could already feel her orgasm building. She roughly guided Brittany's tongue in and out of her pussy, watching as her head bobbed with the rhythm.
"Look at me." Santana gasped out. Brittany eyes shot open, meeting her intense, pre orgasmic stare.
"Oh fuck, you're so, so good." Santana writhed in pleasure, not taking her eyes off Brittany. She bucked her hips, forcing Brittany's tongue deeper with each thrust. "More!" She whined, arms flinging up to grasp the headboard. Her hips raised from the bed, but Brittany tugged her down, keeping her in place.
"I-I'm gonna cum!" Santana moaned, her pussy throbbing. Brittany fastened the pace, flicking her tongue over Santana's hard, throbbing clit, and within three flicks, she came undone. Her body thrashed against the bed and she let out a loud, shrill moan, calling Brittany's name as she came.
"So good. So fucking good, fuck me with your tongue, Britt. Fuck, you're amazing." She rasped out unevenly and incoherently until she came down from her shaking orgasm. Brittany eased her tongues strokes and tasted the warm gush of cum that resulted with Santana's orgasm. Greedily lapping up every last bit.
Santana was quick to tug Brittany up into a kiss, tasting herself on her tongue. They both moaned into the kiss. Santana's fingers tugged the crease of Brittany's bra, unaware of her strength as she broke the clasp, the piece of material loosely falling off. Brittany gasped in excitement, and Santana groaned as she did the exact same to her in return. All that was left was Brittany's briefs, but Santana was quick to work on removing them.
She wordlessly tugged them down, pulling them past Brittany's knees until the blonde kicked them off. She then rolled over, pinning Santana down, the tip of her cock pressing against her slit. Santana whined, grabbing Brittany's waist to pull her closer.
"Just fuck me." Santana begged. But Brittany remained teasing her.
"Wait, just let me get a con-" She went to pull back, but she was cut off.
"No!" Santana protested. "I need you now, fuck me Britt. I'll let you cum anywhere you want, just hurry the fuck up!" Brittany's resolve faded instantly, too turned on to fight the protest. She couldn't deny that kind of offer. With that, she thrust forward, sheathing herself inside of Santana's tightness.
"Mmm, that's it." Santana moaned, bucking her hips, not feeling any pain whatsoever for the first time. To Brittany's surprise, Santana shot up, pushing Brittany down so that she was on top. With unexpected strength and pace, Santana began riding Brittany, taking the entire length in record time. Her pussy hit Brittany's skin each time with a wet slap.
"Jesus!" Brittany gasped, not knowing what to do with her hands. "San, fuck, slow down!" She begged, feeling a dribble of precum ooze from her cock. But Santana wouldn't listen.
"Shut up." Santana demeaned, shocking them both. Her hand flew forward, not realising what she was doing until Brittany made a choking noise. Her eyes widened and she loosened the grip around her throat, thinking she'd hurt the girl. Instead, she was surprised once again.
"Don't stop. You're so fucking hot." Brittany moaned, thrusting her hips up in time with Santana's restless movements.
"You like that, huh?" Santana spoke, her voice dark and warning. Something only Brittany had done before. Both found that they liked the sudden switch of roles.
"Uh huh.." Brittany forced out, struggling due to her untamed arousal.
"Does it feel good when I ride your cock?" She tested her new-found role, seeing how far she could push the other girl. It was hard not to get off talking to Brittany like that, watching her squirm.
".good." Brittany emphasised each word with every thrust. "Your pussy feels so good." She moaned, her hips moving upon their own accord, pounding inside of Santana who by now was delirious in her arousal.
"I want you to fuck me from behind." Santana moaned. It was more of a demand than a plea, and Brittany thought it was fucking hot, the way Santana could even be in control when she was begging to be fucked doggy style.
She didn't need to ask twice before Brittany was on her knees, pulling Santana onto all fours, neither caring that they were practically acting like animals, uncontrolled and driven by lust. Brittany bit her lip as she ploughed herself into Santana, almost cumming as the Latina let out a small squeal.
"Harder, Britt. Show me I'm yours, fuck me harder!" Santana demanded. She'd been waiting for this for days, and she wanted Brittany to fuck her like she meant it, and so Brittany did, with a surge of adrenaline she reached forward, taking a fistful of Santana's hair in her hand and tugged, but not too hard as she continued to pound into her.
"B, talk dirty to me.. I love being your slut." Santana moaned, drunk on the impending orgasm she felt coiling inside her. She'd never felt anything like it and knew she was close, she just needed Brittany's words to push her over the edge.
Brittany suppressed a guttural noise of pleasure, catching it in her throat. She could barely think, let alone put a coherent sentence together. She pulled harder on Santana's hair, her cock twitching as the Latina squeaked and let out a breathy 'yes' of approval.
"Fuck, I'm gonna make you cum so hard. All over my cock, your pussy is sooo good San. You're such a good slut, taking my big dick." With that, Santana's body went rigid and her walls tightened, clenching violently around Brittany's cock. She cried out, the noise echoing around the room, as well as the noise of the headboard crashing against the wall.
"Oh FUCK!" Santana screamed. "B, I'm cumming so hard!" She moaned, shaking and convulsing in a powerful orgasm. Brittany crumbled, shooting her load inside of Santana, groaning out her release, her fist tightening its grip in Santana's hair, pulling it hard as she came.
"Mmmmm, shit, San fuckkk me." Brittany whimpered, feeling a warm wetness coat her cock.
"God, your cum feels so good in my pussy." Santana groaned, coming down from her orgasm, able to feel the warm jizz seeping out of her. With one slick motion, Brittany pulled out, almost cumming against as she watched her cream oozing down Santana's thighs, her legs still shaking slightly.
Santana sighed happily, collapsing onto the bed with a lazy smile. Brittany followed closely after, laying down next to her, heart thumping inside her chest.
"I missed that." Brittany sighed, dazed and sated. Santana hummed in agreement. "Come here." She said softly, pulling Santana on top of her into a soft, languid kiss.
Lost in the moment, their lips parted and Brittany whispered "I love you." and they continued, until abruptly Santana came to the realisation and froze, eyes widening.
"Wait, what?" She asked in surprise, looking at Brittany with serious eyes. But the blonde seemed unaffected, as if she'd said nothing.
"Hmm?" She played dumb, but the thumping in her chest was a dead give away that she knew exactly what Santana meant.
"Did you just say.." Santana trailed off, her thoughts becoming jumbled. This was all too quick, too soon, and Brittany was clearly taking it back, which was even worse.
"I have to go." Brittany abruptly interjected, rolling off the bed to piece together her shattered clothes, putting them back on while Santana sat, naked in deep thought.
"Let me drive you home at least." Santana offered, but Brittany didn't reply, refusing to look her in the eye. Santana became frustrated, standing up she stood in front of Brittany, who was now fully dressed and cupped her chin, turning her head to look at her.
"Did you mean it?" She asked, clearly still thinking about what the blonde had just said, they both knew she couldn't play dumb now that she was cornered. Brittany bit the inside of her lip, her feelings conflicted. She hadn't really meant to say it, it just slipped out. She took a deep breath, bracing herself.
"I do love you. But I don't want to ruin this, whatever we have. I don't want you to get scared off." Brittany confessed honestly, and Santana's heart sank. She didn't think she seemed that heartless.
"Britt, it's only been a few weeks. I haven't even sat and thought about what it is we're doing. All I know is that I like it, and I don't want it to change." Brittany's expression fell and she turned away, hurt. Santana frowned, not knowing what she did wrong.
"All I know, is that whatever just happened was fucking amazing. You're amazing. But with feelings, it's different, things get complicated." Santana tried to explain, and Brittany's expression softened.
"I get it. Just forget I said it, k? Now can you take me home, it's dark and I don't want to walk incase the monsters get me." Brittany said in a cute voice, and Santana couldn't help but smile affectionately.
"Of course, B." She said warmly.
The drive to Brittany's was quiet and somewhat awkward. After dropping her off with an awkward wave, Santana knew she couldn't forget what Brittany said. She barely slept that night, her mind lingering on those three words.
"I love you too, B." She whispered into her pillow before finally falling asleep, a weight lifted off her chest.