Summary: While watching a boring performance, Santana and Brittany find a way to keep themselves entertained.
"Ugh, this is so boring," Santana whispers to Brittany in an exaggerated tone.
They're currently watching a musical, and while some of the other students — namely, Rachel Berry — are into it, Santana and Brittany are half-asleep in the back row. Brittany is perhaps mildly interested, so she doesn't realize that Santana's lips are curved into a familiar, devilish smirk, or that the Latina has gravitated into her personal space.
"You know what would be totally not boring right now?" Santana purrs seductively into Brittany's ear, making the blonde shudder at the feel of hot breath against her skin.
"Hm?" she mumbles, eyes firmly on the play, although her mind is now far, far elsewhere. She wants to remain nonchalant because of their setting, but the way Santana whispers dirty words and slides her hand up her bare thigh never fails to make her hot.
"If I did this," Santana husks, sliding Brittany's spanks aside and quickly pressing her fingers against her slick heat.
Brittany gasps and arches into her chair, her body instinctively seeking more friction, despite her brain telling her that she should push the hand away. "San," she gasps when a finger flicks over her clit. Closing her eyes, she pushes back a moan in the back of her throat. "Not now, honey. Later," she whispers sweetly.
However, the Latina is too far gone in her ministrations to listen. "But baby, you're so wet," Santana teases, nibbling Brittany's earlobe and sliding her fingers to prod over her soaked entrance.
Brittany whimpers and bites down on her tongue, struggling to breathe with how hard her heart is beating and the way her chest is heaving. Before she can object any further, Santana slowly slides two fingers inside of her and starts trailing soft kisses against her neck.
Brittany's breath hitches at the sensation. Suddenly, she couldn't care less about where they are. All she wants is to feel more of Santana inside of her. Truthfully, she's so turned on by the whole situation that she's already beyond soaked. "Mmm, more," she moans quietly, trying to make sure she can't be heard.
Biting her lip, Santana slides a third finger in and begins a rhythmic pace. She's surprised at how easily her fingers slide in and out. Brittany is always ready for her, but this is a whole new level of arousal. Spurred on by her discovery, Santana leans over and scrapes her teeth along Brittany's shoulder, fucking her soaking pussy at an unbearably fast pace.
Brittany wants nothing more than to scream and pull Santana on top of her, but of course, their setting prevents her from being able to do so. Luckily, at that moment, a song begins, allowing Santana to speak and Brittany to let out a strangled moan.
"You like that, Britt?" Santana teases, beyond turned on herself at the feeling of her fingers pumping inside Brittany's hot core and the knowledge that they're doing this in a very public place.
Unable to resist, Santana pulls out, just for a moment, to bring her fingers to her mouth and lap up her girlfriend's juices. Brittany swallows thickly while watching Santana's tongue lick up her arousal.
"Mmm, you taste so good. When school's over, I'm going to eat you out until your parents get home," Santana whispers, sliding her fingers back inside of Brittany's tight hole, which is impossibly wetter.
"Oh, fuck, but my parents — shit, they aren't home until seven," Brittany stammers, barely able to string together a coherent sentence.
"Exactly. Because I fucking love your pussy. It's mine, and only I can make you come. Isn't that right?" Santana rasps. She always becomes extra possessive when Brittany is on the brink of her orgasm. Frankly, she loves the fact that the blonde will heed her every word and agree to almost anything. It gives her a sense of power and an adrenaline rush that she simply can't get from anything else.
"Yes," Brittany breathes, bucking her hips subconsciously in time with Santana's fingers. She can feel herself tightening around them, convulsing with her impending orgasm. "Oh fuck. Santana. You're gonna make me come!" She hisses, turning her head to bury her mouth into the crook of the Latina's neck to stifle the noises spilling from her lips.
Frustrated with Brittany's spanks getting in her way, Santana leans over and slides her other hand up Brittany's skirt to tug them down to her mid-thighs. Brittany hardly even notices, and is nothing but pleasantly surprised when she feels how much harder Santana is able to fuck her.
"Your pussy is so tight," Santana breathes raggedly as she feels her own arousal peaking. Her girlfriend is unbelievably sexy when she's getting fucked.
Brittany whimpers loudly into Santana's neck and bites down. Santana hisses and bites her lip, turned on by the slight pain of her girlfriend's teeth against her skin. She secretly loves when Brittany bites down on her or scratches her nails against her skin.
"Oh God, San, you make me so wet." It's true. The blonde's arousal is literally pouring over and covering the seat. Her whole body is on fire, and her legs tremble as she draws closer to her climax.
Wanting to return the favor, Brittany slides a hand under Santana's spanks and starts to furiously rub at her swollen clit.
"Oh fuck!" Santana gasps in surprise and accidentally scrapes Brittany with her nails when her body jolts.
She's about to apologize, but she hears a loud whimper, and Brittany tilts her mouth to her ear and whispers hotly, "Do it again." Her voice is deep and breathy from exertion and arousal.
Santana feels herself nearing her own orgasm, only now realizing how close she is. She complies and curves her fingers, once again scraping lightly against a point that sends the blonde wild. She lets out a long moan and mumbles incoherently as her hips buck into the touch.
"Does that feel good, huh? Come, babe. Come all over my fingers," Santana husks in a voice so filled with lust and want that it sends Brittany tumbling over the edge.
"Oh fuck. Santana!" she gasps, pressing hard against the Latina's clit, sending her into an equally powerful orgasm.
Both girls cling haphazardly onto parts of each other's bodies as they come together, shuddering, nipping, and panting against each other. Brittany's whole body shakes with the intensity of it, and she's pretty sure she tore some skin on Santana's neck with her teeth. Of course, Santana doesn't notice, too busy convulsing in ecstasy to feel anything close to pain.
It feels like hours before they both come down from their highs, collapsing in flushed, sweaty messes.
"You're so hot." Brittany smiles lazily, turning her head to capture Santana's lips in a sloppy and satisfied but equally passionate kiss.
"I'm so glad you're mine," Santana says, breaking the kiss to look lovingly into Brittany's blue eyes.
Brittany beams, the kind of smile that takes Santana's breath away. "I'm so glad I'm yours," the blonde replies, slipping her hand into Santana's and squeezing it tight.
After one last secret smile, they both look back toward the stage and pretend to watch. For the rest of the musical, they alternate between sidelong glances at each other every few seconds and playful brushes of their thumbs over each other's palm.
Perhaps for now, their relationship is a secret, but as long as they have each other and moments like this, it doesn't bother either of them. They have each other, and that's all that matters.