Summary: Santana finally lets Brittany do something to her that she's been wanting to do for ages.
When they first start hooking up, Santana refuses to submit to Brittany, to give her control. It isn't until Santana finally lets her guard her down and gives Brittany the reins that she finds she actually likes submitting to Brittany. She's so used to having full control of everything else in her life that it's nice to be able to let go and know she has someone there to catch her.
However, there is one thing that Santana refuses to budge on over the years, no matter how much Brittany begs and whines. It doesn't matter how often Santana has to slap Brittany's hand away when it wanders too far behind her when they have sex; she never gives in.
Santana isn't even sure why she's so against letting Brittany in her back door. Of course, there's the obvious apprehension of doing something she has never done before, something that she imagines must hurt a lot. But it's more than that. Brittany has always said it is Santana's way of holding onto one last bit of control, one thing she keeps to herself, and Santana thinks she may be right.
But now, Santana doesn't want to hold back anymore. After everything they've been through, now that they're officially together and in love, all Santana wants to do is give all of herself to Brittany, for Brittany to have that part of her, for them to have as many parts of each other as possible.
And that's exactly what she's going to do.
Telling Brittany about her little revelation proves to be kind of difficult.
While Santana has lowered her inhibitions plenty over the course of their relationship, she's still not fully comfortable telling her girlfriend that she wants her to fuck her ass with a strap-on. She's fairly certain she can go through with the act itself, but to say those words aloud? Santana doesn't think she can do it with a straight face.
So instead of telling Brittany what she wants, Santana decides to show her.
Two days later, when they find themselves naked and rolling around in bed, tongues pressed together and hands roaming across bare skin, Santana doesn't even wait for Brittany's hand to find her ass. Instead, she blindly grabs for Brittany's wrist and brings it around to place it on her butt, the tips of Brittany's fingers grazing her asshole, hoping her girlfriend will get the message.
It takes Brittany a moment to realize what she's done, but when her brain catches up with her body, Brittany reluctantly pulls away from Santana's mouth and looks at her with wide eyes. "Are you serious?"
Santana bites her lip and gives her girlfriend a sheepish nod, barely able to meet her eyes. "Yeah."
"Like…serious serious?" Brittany asks again, pushing herself up onto her elbow. "You want me to…" Santana continues to nod. "What changed your mind? Why now?"
"I just…" Santana grabs Brittany's hand to hold between her own and struggles to explain herself. "It's about finally giving all of myself to you. It might sound dumb, but I was thinking, and I realized that I've been holding back still, just a little bit, trying to keep some of my control, and I know you've felt it. But I don't want it anymore. I want you to have every part of me." She brings Brittany's hand up to her mouth and places a few gentle kisses on her knuckles.
"Santana…"
"Shhh," Santana shushes Brittany immediately, leaning forward to pull her into another kiss. "It doesn't have to be tonight. I just wanted you to know that I'm ready. For that. If you still want to, I mean."
Brittany moans as Santana's lips trail along her jawline, leaving butterfly kisses as she makes her way to the curve of her neck. "Oh baby, you know I want to." Brittany has been pushing for it for ages, mostly playfully but a little bit seriously. She never tried to pressure Santana, but she was never shy about her desire. Her girlfriend has an amazing ass.
"Then take me," Santana whispers, leaning up to capture Brittany's pink lips in one more kiss before she starts her downward descent, only stopping to lavish Brittany's amazing tits with some attention before continuing her journey. "I want you to have me, like I have you."
"Oh, baby," Brittany moans, slipping her fingers into Santana's dark tresses as her girlfriend takes her first lap up her wet center, the flat of her soft tongue licking a long stripe up Brittany's entire length, then doing it again, and again, and again, starting from her needy hole all the way up to her hardening clit. "Fuck, Santana, that feels so…f-fucking good."
"You taste so good," Santana manages to get out, only pulling away from Brittany long enough to tell her that before she's diving right back in.
Brittany can't help but think about the first time Santana went down on her, to compare the nervous excitement then to the skilled enthusiasm now. So much has changed since then. They have changed so much since then, but the one thing that hasn't changed is how much Santana loves Brittany's taste.
"I'm already close, baby," Brittany chokes out. Brown eyes drift up to meet blue, and Santana squeezes the hand in her own as she wraps her lips around Brittany's clit and sucks, tracing her love in shapes and words with her tongue, building on the coiling in Brittany's stomach until it bursts. "F-Fuck, oh fuck, baby. Oh god, San!"
Brittany's voice is strained as she comes, her eyes squeezing shut as her head snaps back, her body arching right off the bed. Her fingernails dig into Santana's scalp, pulling her face closer into her core as she bucks into her, their joined hands serving as an anchor to keep Brittany from floating away herself.
Santana is still lapping gently at her folds when she finally comes down, Brittany's body collapsing against the bed with a dramatic thump. "Mmm, you okay, baby?"
Brittany hums in confirmation, her fingers loosening in Santana's hair as the girl finally pulls away from her pussy, pressing one last kiss to her sensitive clit before resting her cheek against the inside of Brittany's thigh. "Have I ever told you that you're really good at that?"
"Once or twice," Santana chuckles softly, trying to ignore the heat between her own legs. Nothing turns her on faster than getting Brittany off. "Had a good teacher."
"Yeah, you did," Brittany agrees with a lazy smile, tugging slightly on their connected hands. "Get your sexy ass up here." Her body still feels like jelly from her orgasm, and if she's really going to use the strap-on — which she fully intends to do — she needs to conserve her energy.
Santana does her cute little giggle thing that Brittany loves so much, and quickly gets up to crawl up her girlfriend's body and gingerly place her knees on either side of her head. Pale hands immediately grip her thighs and pull her the rest of the way down, an eager tongue wasting no time lapping at her wet slit.
"Fuck," the Latina moans at the first contact, her body lurching forward as Brittany licks through her. Santana steadies herself on the headboard in front of her, her dark hair falling around her face as she looks down to meet Brittany's eyes. "You are so fucking good at that."
And Brittany is. She's unbelievably good at eating pussy.
"God, I love you" tumbles from Santana's lips before she can stop it — not that she has any reason to. She loves Brittany, more than anything, with her entire heart. "I love you and your tongue," she continues, one hand dropping down to palm Brittany's head, pulling her closer to her core as she rolls her hips into her girlfriend's mouth. "And how good it — oh! — feels inside me."
Taking the words as a hint, Brittany's tongue quickly abandons Santana's clit and moves down to dip inside her warm opening. Her eyes remain locked on brown ones as she shallowly pumps in and out of her, her nose brushing against Santana's clit each time she rocks into her. As Santana's movements get more desperate, seeking more friction, Brittany wraps an arm around her girlfriend's thigh so she can press a finger against her slippery clit and give her some relief.
The unbeatable combination of Brittany's skillful tongue and fingers gets Santana to the edge fast, and she's coming before she can even fully process it. Brittany's name falls from her lips over and over as her body quakes above her, barely managing to avoid smothering her poor girlfriend as her orgasm washes over her in waves.
"Wow," Santana gasps as her limp body falls to the side of the bed, freeing Brittany from her temporary trapped position. The brunette can barely summon the strength to rearrange her body enough to curl into Brittany's side, throwing an arm around her midsection and pulling her closer. "And you say I'm really good at that."
"Well, you did learn from the best," Brittany teases, pressing her lips against Santana's damp forehead, her fingers idly tracing shapes on her girlfriend's naked back.
They bask in their afterglow for a few peaceful minutes, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room as they both slowly come down from their highs.
It's Brittany who breaks the silence minutes later, unable to stop thinking about Santana's suggestion from before. She's still tingling from her last orgasm, and her body is still feeling the effects, but she's not about to let that stop her from doing something she's been dying to do for ages. "So," she starts with a drawl, feeling Santana give her side a little squeeze to let her know she's still awake and listening. "About that thing you wanted to do…"
Licking her lips, Santana tilts her head up so she can look at Brittany. "Yeah?" Brittany gives her an impish grin and arches an eyebrow. "Now?"
"If you're sure." As thirsty as Brittany is for some ass action, she'd never do it without being certain that Santana is absolutely positive about her decision. "Are you sure?"
"Completely," Santana answers truthfully, pressing a light kiss against Brittany's lips. "I want to do this with you, for you. I want you to have this part of me." She's already explained all this, but she knows Brittany won't do anything until she's convinced that Santana is thinking clearly. She's ridiculously sweet like that. "If you want it."
"Of course I want it," Brittany replies with a laugh, maneuvering her arms so she can cup Santana's cheeks and give her pouty lips a quick succession of loud kisses. "I always want you, San."
"Then have me" is the comment she gets, and just like that, Brittany is untangling herself from Santana's arms and slipping off the bed, quickly padding across the room to get their strap-on and lube from the drawer.
Grabbing the two things she needs, Brittany twists around to toss the lube to her girlfriend before she starts fiddling with the strap-on. Given how much she uses it, she can put it all together with her eyes closed, and it's no time at all before she's slipping the leather straps up her legs and fastening the harness around her waist.
Once it's in place, she eyes her dildo options, opting for the medium-sized pink one. It's a very respectable size, but more importantly, it's Santana's favorite, and she knows her girl can take it.
Santana smirks as Brittany turns around to face her, the pink plastic dick bouncing proudly as she slowly makes her way back over to the bed. It's a sight she's seen many times before, but Santana can already feel the heat between her legs growing again.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," she teases, shimmying towards the edge of the bed to meet her girlfriend there. Once Brittany is in front of her, Santana trails her fingers up and down her strong thighs, humming lowly as Brittany starts running her fingers through her hair, lazily massaging her scalp.
"You wanna get me ready, baby?" Brittany asks after a moment, her voice low as her hips start to gravitate forward, the pink shaft subtly poking against Santana's face.
The brunette doesn't hesitate or wait for more instructions, just trails her fingers up until she has a hand wrapped around Brittany's fake cock, gripping it loosely as she leans forward to wrap her lips around the head and take it in her mouth.
Santana starts off slow and sensual, her eyes drifting up to look at Brittany as she hollows her cheeks and slides her lips further down the shaft, gradually taking more and more of the fake cock in her mouth. She bobs her head back and forth, taking a bit more each time she goes, until the rounded tip is hitting the back of her throat.
The slight gag it elicits is like a trigger for Brittany, and her hips move of their own accord, gently bucking into Santana's face. "That's it, baby," she mumbles, her voice low and scratchy with arousal. "Get me nice and hard."
Brittany keeps her force in check and doesn't go too hard, just enough to feel a bit of friction against her clit. It's not much, especially compared to how good it's going to feel when she's thrusting into one of Santana's tight holes, but she's still sensitive from her orgasm so it's enough for now.
She shallowly fucks Santana's mouth for a few minutes, eyes locked, fingers in hair or digging into thighs, and delicious wet sounds echoing around the room. It's something Santana always thought was too degrading to do to guys, but causes wetness to pool between her legs when she does it to her girlfriend. Brittany probably thinks she does it just for her, and maybe it was true the first few times she did it, but now, she loves putting on a show. It makes her feel incredibly sexy.
Santana bobs on Brittany's dick for a few more moments until her throbbing need is too strong to ignore anymore. She can usually last a lot longer, but she's just too excited tonight. "Britt, I need you inside me, baby," she chokes out as she pulls away, one of her hands moving up to continue to stroke the plastic, gently applying more pressure than necessary to remind Brittany of her own need. "Now."
Brittany whimpers as the harness presses against her own throbbing clit, her knees wobbling slightly as the jolts of pleasure shoot through her. "Lay down, San," she husks, her voice already dripping with desire. She waits until Santana has scrambled backwards on the bed before climbing up after her.
Santana has her legs spread just enough for Brittany to fit herself between them easily. The blonde leans over her to kiss her again first, letting the underside of the fake cock tease her clit as her hips unconsciously grind down into her.
"Mmm, baby," Santana moans against Brittany's lips, one hand delicately wrapping itself around the other girl's neck while the other reaches down to grab a handful of ass cheek, both trying to pull her closer. "Inside, please.'
Brittany nips at her bottom lip, gently tugging it between her teeth as she pulls away and looks down at Santana with hooded eyes. "So needy," she teases with a light grin, reaching between their bodies to grip the dildo. "You want me to fuck you, baby?"
"Please."
Normally she'd tease Santana some more, see how desperate she can get her before giving her what she wants, but tonight feels different. So instead of playing with her, Brittany simply guides the plastic towards Santana's entrance and leans back down, pulling her into a kiss as she easily slips into her.
Santana lets out that little gasp Brittany loves so much as she's immediately filled, her lips freezing for a moment before they move against hers again.
Brittany only has to give her a few moments to adjust before she feels the hand on her ass pulling her closer again. She starts to move her hips slowly, shallowly canting in and out of Santana, before she begins to steadily pick up the pace, pushing in just a little bit deeper each time she buries the dick into her wet pussy.
The two of them move together in perfect sync. Santana immediately adjusts when Brittany suddenly picks up her pace, the hand on her neck sliding down the flexed muscles of her arm so Brittany can link their fingers together.
"You like that, baby?" Brittany pants out, finally pulling away from their kiss. Santana's eyes keep fluttering closed every time she shoves in deep, but when they're open, they're almost black, full of lust. "Am I fucking you good, San?"
Her girlfriend's dirty talk sends another jolt of arousal through Santana's core. "So fucking good," she whimpers, trying to focus her gaze enough to look into Brittany's eyes. But it's really hard to do when Brittany is thrusting into her the way she is, each pump of her hips tightening that coil in the pit of her stomach. "You make me feel so…so fucking good, Britt, God."
Brittany knows. She knows she was the first one to ever make Santana feel much of anything at all, and it makes her feel so fucking special, and as she builds Santana up to orgasm pump by pump, she finally gets it. Like, fully understands why this whole thing is so important to Santana. She just hopes that Santana realizes she already has all of her, that some silly (but really fucking hot) sexual act isn't going to make that any more true.
"You almost there, baby?" she whispers tenderly, a renewed fondness in her voice. Brittany silently sighs in relief when Santana bites her lip and nods, not sure if she can wait much longer to get where they both want her most. She's not close to coming herself, the stimulation from the harness against her clit usually taking at least twice as long to build her to orgasm as it does Santana, but that's the last thing on her mind right now.
She switches tactics, seamlessly changing from short, hard thrusts to longer, deeper ones, and once she starts hitting that sweet spot inside Santana, it's not long at all before the Latina is ready to burst.
"I-I'm gonna, fuck Brittany, more, more, I'm—" And then it's nothing but unintelligible cries of pleasure, Santana's body seizing then spasming beneath Brittany as her orgasm hits her hard.
Brittany can feel Santana's walls clench and clasp the plastic inside of her, her thrusts slowing down but not stopping as she fucks her through it, hoping to draw as much pleasure out of her as possible. "That's it, San, come for me," she moans, squeezing the hand gripping her own tightly to anchor Santana as she reaches her peak and then crashes down.
Santana's breathing is short and heavy as she goes limp under Brittany, then pinches her side when she doesn't stop rolling her hips into her. "Baby, stop, I can't take anymore."
Despite her own aching need, Brittany doesn't protest, stilling her movements before carefully slipping out of Santana's soaked pussy, letting the wet dildo bob between her legs as she leans back onto her knees.
She smirks at the adorable pout that crosses Santana's lips when her girlfriend doesn't feel her cuddling into her like usual. "Turn over, babe."
Santana groans at the request, her body still feeling too much like jelly to imagine moving, and her pussy still far too sensitive for another round already. "Britt, no, too soon. Cuddle time."
"Trust me, San. Come on, turn over," she tells her again, giving her ass a playful smack. She knows Santana is tired, but she's also relaxed, which will go a long way with what she wants most.
Even though her body protests every movement, Santana does as Brittany asks, always trusting her to know what she'll like and what she can handle. She languidly rolls over and groans in protest when Brittany gently tugs at her hips, but she pulls her knees up underneath her all the same. If her mind wasn't still so clouded from her orgasm, she'd probably feel a bit shy and exposed in this position, with her ass sticking out the way it is, but right now, she's just happy to be able to stop moving again.
Santana flinches slightly when she feels Brittany's hand firmly grip her ass, her brain just a few steps behind her body in realizing what's coming next. She's nervous but doesn't voice it, confident that Brittany knows what she's doing.
"Relax." Brittany's soothing voice cuts through her worries. She's doing pretty well at hiding her nerves, but Brittany knows her well and can feel the slightest bit of tension under her hands. "I'm going to make you feel so good."
"I know," Santana breathes out, reaching up to grab a pillow to tuck into her arms and squeeze if she needs to. "Just…please be gentle."
"Always," Brittany promises as she shuffles back so she has enough room to lean forward comfortably. She keeps her hands on Santana's ass cheeks, her fingers softly massaging the flesh to keep her relaxed as she starts at Santana's still wet, swollen folds instead of going right for the prize. Knowing she's still sensitive, Brittany just gives her slit light kitten licks, lapping up the leftover juices she finds until she starts to gradually move upward.
Santana lets out a sharp intake of breath at the first lick to her asshole. She gnaws her lip as Brittany continues, trying to get used to the feeling. It's not bad at all, just really different. It doesn't feel like it does when Brittany is eating her out, but it's still making her skin tingle, and it doesn't take long for Santana to decide she likes it. A lot.
"F-fuck, baby," she moans, tightening her hold on the pillow. "That feels so-oh!, so good."
As she always does when trying new things with Santana, Brittany starts off slow, letting her girlfriend get comfortable before she picks up the pace, using her moans to determine what she likes best. Judging by the string of expletives falling from Santana's lips, Brittany guesses she's really enjoying this.
Using her fingers to spread Santana open a bit further and give her more access, Brittany starts licking in broader, stronger strokes, using the flat of her tongue to lap at the virgin hole. Once it's wet and relaxed enough, Brittany starts tracing the rim with the tip of her tongue, giving Santana plenty of warning before she finally starts pushing in, carefully poking the tight entrance teasingly.
Brittany alternates between the two actions for a few minutes, not going any further until she hears a breathy "More, please, God, more," panted out from in front of her. Once she gets the go-ahead, Brittany releases one of Santana's cheeks to swipe a finger through her pussy, which is now even wetter than before, coating it in her juices and bringing it up to her needy asshole.
"Ready, San?" she double-checks as she reluctantly pulls away, replacing her tongue with her index finger.
"Y-yeah, just go—"
"Slow. Don't worry, baby, I know," Brittany finishes her for, pressing a reassuring kiss on the swell of her ass as she circles the tight ring of muscles clenching under her touch. "Relax," she advises again. She's sure Santana is trying her best, but she needs her to try a little bit harder, for her own good. "You're going to love it."
Santana wills her body to go lax, but squeezes her eyes shut when she feels the tip of Brittany's finger tracing her hole like her tongue did. Only this time, when it pushes forward, it feels a lot more intrusive than Brittany's tongue did, and she can't help but seize up around the finger.
Expecting that reaction, Brittany just waits it out, whispering soothing words to her girlfriend until she feels her tight hole loosen slightly, allowing her to carefully pull her finger back out. She goes in a bit further the second time, and even more on the third, and Brittany stops counting somewhere around 15, but it's not too long until she's able to finger Santana's tightest hole with relative ease.
"Can you handle another one, babe?" Brittany asks after a short while, just to be sure. When she gets a nod from Santana, she wets her middle finger and delicately works both fingers in.
Santana can feel Brittany stretching her wider with each pump of her fingers, and she can't believe how good it feels. It hurt a bit at first, but since then, it's just felt better and better, and Santana doesn't even recognize the sounds escaping her right now. By the time Brittany's slipping in and out of her effortlessly, Santana's hips are moving to meet her fingers, bucking back and trying to pull them in deeper.
"More," she cries out, pushing herself off her elbows and onto her hands so that she's now kneeling on all fours in front of her girlfriend.
"Are you sure?" Brittany questions, not stopping her movements until Santana is looking back at her over her shoulder.
"I-I'm ready," Santana affirms, eyes dark with want. There's a slight tremor in her voice, a mix of nerves and arousal, but she's truly sure. She needs Brittany to claim her, now. "Take me. Make me yours, Brittany."
"You're already mine," Brittany reminds her as she leans over to grab the lube she tossed onto the bed earlier. She kisses all along the Latina's exposed back, brushing her hair out of the way so she can leave a wet trail down the curve of her spine. "Mine," she mumbles against caramel skin, smooching the small of Santana's back and down to the round cheeks of her ass until she's right where she left off.
"Yours," Santana agrees breathlessly, knowing it's true. She and Brittany have belonged to each other for what feels like forever, and now, Brittany is going to own a part of her in an entirely different way.
Brittany licks her lips as she diligently applies a generous amount of lube to the strap-on and Santana's stretched hole, smearing it all over, wanting to make this as comfortable and painless as possible for her girl. Once she's sure she's used enough, Brittany leaves the lube on the bed in case she needs more later, and gets in position on her knees behind Santana.
"Remember," she begins, gripping the base of the dildo and guiding it towards the widened opening, rubbing the slippery tip around the rim before placing it at its target. "Just relax and trust me. And tell me if it's too much, okay? It'll hurt at first, that's natural, but please, baby, I need you to say something if you think it's hurting too much, okay?"
Santana swallows thickly and nods her head, managing to spit out an "I promise" before she feels Brittany press forward. Her asshole resists at first as she instinctively clenches against the pressure, but Santana is quickly able to calm down, the muscles loosening up enough for Brittany to continue slipping inside her.
It's a painfully slow five or so minutes, Brittany stopping every time Santana makes any kind of noise and not starting again until she's reassured that everything is okay. But eventually, those low groans of pain morph into moans of pleasure, and Brittany is gently rocking her hips into Santana, shallowly pumping the fake dick into her asshole.
Even with the stretching and the lube, it's still an unbelievably tight fit, and Brittany can feel every movement of the strap-on against her throbbing clit, and she's so fucking thankful to finally feel some relief herself again.
When the dildo can finally move in and out without resistance, Brittany gradually picks up her pace, gripping Santana around the waist to pull her back against her to meet her thrusts. When Santana starts rolling her hips as she pushes back, Brittany takes it as a sign to go a bit harder.
"Still okay?" Brittany asks as she does so, giving Santana's side a gentle squeeze.
"More than okay," Santana groans out, her fingers curling into the bedsheet beneath her.
Brittany grits her own teeth at the way the plastic is pressing against her clit, and the need building within her propels her hips to move even faster and faster. The inside of her thighs keep getting stickier and stickier, and the arousal coating Santana's legs adds wetness to the sound of their skin slapping together.
"Tell me how it feels, baby," Brittany commands after a few minutes of fucking, moving her hands back from Santana's hips to her ass, using her thumbs to spread her cheeks further so she can watch her girlfriend's tight asshole stretch around the thick fake cock being pushed into her. "Fuck, that's so hot."
Santana's eyes roll back as Brittany fully bottoms out, feeling the entire girth of the dildo inside her ass for the first time. "Fuck, fuck, so full" is the only coherent answer she can choke out through her bliss. Santana can't believe it's taken her this long to let Brittany have this part of her. "God, I c-can't…I need…fuck, Brittany, I need more. I need…"
Santana doesn't know what she needs. She just needs more of everything — more relief, more of this feeling, more Brittany. She figures the ache between her legs is a good place to start, but she can't touch herself and stay balanced at the same time, so she settles for bucking back into Brittany instead, desperately trying to satisfy a feeling she can't name.
Sensing that Santana's desperation is starting to match her own, Brittany throws the last of her caution out the window and starts to fuck Santana at her regular pace, abandoning her long, slow pumps for short, faster ones, really drilling into her ass. "Fuck, your ass is so tight, baby. I can't believe it's mine now."
The increased speed adds more and more pressure against her clit, and Brittany can feel her orgasm finally starting to build. It's hard to tell how close Santana is, but she really wants them to come together, so Brittany drapes herself over Santana's back and reaches under her, her fingers in search of her girlfriend's clit as she humps into her from behind.
"Fuck yeah! Oh God, baby, yes, r-right there," Santana moans unintelligently. She lets the added weight of Brittany push her back down on the mattress, her face buried in the pillow as Brittany presses her tits against her back, her mouth right by her ear.
They moan and thrust and move, building each other up and nearing that cliff together.
"I'm so close," Brittany pants into Santana's ear as she ruts into her ass. Her steady thrusts get sloppier the closer she gets to release, but they're still getting the job done, in and out and in and out, pushing them both closer and closer.
"Me too," Santana gasps, blindly reaching behind her to grab Brittany's free hand and tangle their fingers together again. She keeps rocking her hips harder, bucking back against the strap-on and rutting forward into Brittany's hand against her clit, desperately trying to set off that spark of explosion. She doesn't care where it comes from, as long as it's soon. "Fuck, Britt, I'm so close. So fucking close, I—"
Santana's words are cut short by the sudden orgasm that tears through her. Her entire body freezes before she's lurching forward flat against the bed and pulling Brittany with her, trapping herself against the mattress as she comes.
"That's it, San, come for me, baby. Come all around my dick." Brittany wishes more than anything that she could actually feel the walls of Santana's ass clenching around the dildo, but she knows her tight hole is suddenly even tighter, and there's no fucking her through this orgasm. The strap-on won't budge, but she keeps moving her own body against it until she's finally able to find the friction that sets her off right after Santana, and soon they're trembling together, clinging fiercely to one another as they ride it out.
Santana starts to come down first, and she can just barely make out Brittany panting out her name as the blonde slowly starts to recover as well. She knows Brittany is done when she feels her dead weight against her back, but she's too exhausted to even try to complain. Instead, she just pulls their joined hands closer and delicately kisses her ring finger.
"That was amazing," Santana breathes out after a few moments of silence, sighing in disappointment when Brittany eventually rolls off her, carefully pulling out of her once she's loose enough to safely do so. There's an immediate feeling of emptiness once Brittany's gone, and Santana hates it. "Ugh, I'm totally not gonna be able to sit tomorrow."
Brittany can't help but laugh at that as she starts to remove the contraption around her waist. Once she tosses it on the floor, she rolls back over onto her side and pulls her girlfriend into her chest, pressing kisses against her messy dark hair. "Totally worth it though, right?"
She can practically feel Santana's grin against her collarbone as she nods. "Totally."
"This ass is mine now," Brittany ponders teasingly, running her fingers along Santana's spine until they land on her ass. She's careful not to touch anywhere the girl might be sore, instead gently palming a buttcheek.
"Already was," Santana tells her in a mumble, pulling back just enough to kiss the underside of Brittany's chin and then look into her still darkened eyes. She finds nothing but love, openness, and remnants of lust in them, and she suddenly feels like the silliest person in the world for ever doubting it, for thinking she needed to do something like this to make it true. She's really glad she did, though, because seriously, that was fucking amazing.
Brittany smiles at that admission, beyond glad to see that Santana finally gets what she knew all along. Forget virginities and who got where first and any allusions about control; none of that means anything in the long run. "So, what did we learn tonight?" Brittany asks in her best Mr. Schue voice.
Santana rolls her eyes but smiles. "That every part of me is already yours," she recites, trying to sound annoyed but mostly just ending up sounding sincere. "And vice versa."
"Das right." Brittany nods resolutely, unable to resist giving Santana a playful swat on the ass. "We also learned that you really like it up the butt."
The swat Brittany gets in return is slightly less playful.