Summary: Santana cares about her image, but there's something about being bent over the hood of Brittany's truck that makes her care just a little bit less. BadassGP!Brittany.
Like everything else she wants, Santana goes about making it happen. She starts by making sure Brittany notices her. She knows Brittany knows who she is — everyone at school does — but she wants her to pay attention to her, to see her so often that she has no choice but to take notice. She makes sure to walk by the bleachers during every Cheerios practice, knowing that's where Brittany and her disgusting friends like to hang out. She goes to the washroom to check her makeup at the times she knows Brittany and said friends are usually in there terrorizing freshmen. She even changes her usual seat in class, opting to take one near the back, where Brittany tends to sit if she decides to come.
Once Santana knows it's working, she steps it up a bit, sitting on the bleachers so that her ass is visible through the cracks, making sure her legs are wide open under her desk for Brittany to see when she walks into class, even exiting the bathroom stall with her skirt still undone.
The more obvious Brittany's leering gets, the bolder Santana becomes. Soon, she finds herself brushing against the blonde's front, teasing her by deliberately pressing her ass against the bulge in Brittany's jeans. She absolutely loves the little gasp Brittany lets out every time she does it, and she knows she's this close to getting the girl to do what she wants.
One day, during third period, Santana goes in for the kill. She's sitting in class, bored, when she glances out the window and spots Brittany leaning against her truck, smoking a cigarette. The rest of the parking lot is deserted, and the bulge in her pants looks extra inviting at this angle, and before Santana knows what she's doing, she raises her hand and asks her teacher if she can be excused to use the washroom. He lets her go, ignoring the fact that she blatantly took her bag with her, and she rushes out the door, heading to the parking lot.
Once she's outside, she slows her steps and takes a breath, hyping herself up for what she's about to do. With one last glance around the parking lot to make sure nobody is around, Santana starts sauntering over towards Brittany, an exaggerated sway in her hips.
"Shouldn't you be in class?" Brittany questions when she sees her approaching, exhaling a cloud of smoke out of the corner of her mouth. "Don't you have that perfect 'Hot But Smart' image to maintain or something?"
"You think I'm hot?" Santana shoots back, ignoring the wetness starting to pool between her thighs at the girl's husky voice. Brittany Pierce isn't a girl of many words, so it's sometimes easy to forget just how sexy her voice is.
Brittany laughs, licking her lips as the Cheerio reaches her and leans against the hood of her truck, clearly trying to appear casual. "You know you're hot, Lopez. Probably the hottest piece of ass at this school."
"Besides you."
"Besides me," she agrees, matching the smirk the brunette is giving her.
The two stare at each other for a moment, before Santana catches herself and searches for something to say. "Can I, uh, can I bum one?" she asks, gesturing towards the cigarette in Brittany's hand.
"Now, now," Brittany teases, raising an eyebrow at the girl as she pointedly makes a show of dropping the butt and stomping it out. "We both know that's not what you came out here for, Santana."
Santana swallows thickly, the ache between her legs growing at the sound of the girl saying her name. She wants the upper hand here, but she's starting to realize that when it comes to Brittany Pierce, that's never going to happen. Feeling brave, Santana goes for her last move, stepping forward until she's inches away from Brittany, boldly grabbing hold of the dick in the other girl's pants. "You're right, it's not."
"Is that what you want, Lopez?" Brittany asks, subtly pushing her hips forward into Santana's hand. "You want my dick inside you?"
"Yeah" is Santana's breathy reply, all her confidence turning to mush at the blonde's words. Snapping out of it, she desperately tries to take control, tightening her grasp and leaning forward until she's flush against Brittany's front, her mouth hot against her ear. "I wanna feel you inside of me. I want you to fuck me so good that I scream your name when I come."
She punctuates her words with a lick to Brittany's neck, and before she can process anything, Brittany surges forwards, attacking her mouth with a bruising kiss. The force of it knocks her back against the truck, Brittany's body trapping her between them, as their tongues battle for dominance.
For once in her life, Santana lets someone else take control, relaxing against the cool metal as Brittany kisses her roughly. She's used to boys being rough with her, but this is a good kind of rough, not the kind of rough that makes her cringe. It's the kind of rough that makes her lightheaded and weak in the knees, the kind that causes her to flood her panties when she feels fingers grabbing at her thighs.
Brittany swallows her whimper, her tongue sliding against her own in the most perfect way. Santana tangles her fingers in Brittany's blonde hair, tugging gently at it when she feels the girl bite her bottom lip. It's the best kind of pain, but it's difficult to focus on anything but the hard bulge she feels pressing against her core each time Brittany's hips move.
She pulls away from the girl's delicious lips for just a moment. "I want—"
"I know what you want," Brittany growls out, kissing her bruised lips again before she abruptly pulls away and flips the girl around so that she's facing the truck. Santana doesn't have time to question her before she feels Brittany's cock against her ass as Brittany presses herself against her to whisper in her ear. "You want me to fuck you right here in the school parking lot, don't you? Bend you over my truck and fuck you senseless with my dick. Is that what you want?"
Santana can barely get out a "Fuck yes" before her spanks and underwear are roughly tugged down her tanned legs, and her soaked center is exposed to the girl.
"Mmm," Brittany hums, trailing her hand up Santana's thigh and grabbing a palm full of her perfect ass. She pulls away from the brunette's ear, tilting her head down to watch what she's doing. "You've got a great ass, Lopez. Anyone ever tell you that?"
"O-only everyone," Santana shoots back, stretching her arms out on the hood, arching her ass up to give Brittany better access.
Brittany laughs. "Of course," she says, releasing the cheek and moving further down, the tip of her finger brushing against wetness. She stills her hand, smiling at the tremor she feels run through Santana's body at her teasing touch. "You're little Miss Popular, the girl all the guys in school would give anything to plow into. Yet here you are, bent over my truck, soaking wet for me, practically begging me to fuck you."
"B-Brittany," Santana stutters out, aching for the girl to do something, anything, before she explodes. She doesn't give a fuck about pride right now. It's a little late anyways, considering Brittany's exactly right; she's bent over, her underwear at her ankles, praying for the girl to fuck her senseless. "Please."
"Bet that's not a word you use often," Brittany muses, letting her finger slide through Santana's wet folds and smirking at the whimper she receives. She strengthens her strokes, dipping between Santana's lips as she runs up and down her slit. She makes sure to only lightly brush the girl's clit, loving the way her hips jerk at the touch. "You're so wet."
"Fuck," Santana moans, feeling Brittany's finger trace her hole lightly before dipping inside. She arches her back as the blonde starts to pump in and out of her, her single finger easily joined by another in no time. The digits slip in and out of her with ease, her arousal making her unbelievably slick to the touch.
Brittany curls her fingers inside Santana, twisting her arm so she can get as deep as possible, smiling when she feels her walls clench around her. "God, you're so tight. My cock is gonna feel so good sliding in and out of you."
"Please, I want…" Santana can't get the words out, her breath caught in her throat as Brittany pumps into her harder.
"My dick, I know," Brittany chuckles, slowly pulling out of the girl. "And you'll get it, Lopez, I promise." She brings her wet fingers to her lips and takes them in her mouth. "Mmm. But first, I want to taste you."
Without waiting for a reply, Brittany drops into a squatting position and buries her face against Santana's pussy. Her tongue licks through soft folds, lapping up her juices eagerly, while she grips the brunette's thighs, feeling them tremble under her hands.
"Jesus," Santana cries, her eyes squeezing shut. She wishes she was turned around, so she could run her fingers through Brittany's hair again, but she settles for clenching her hands into fists, desperately trying not to bang them against the hood of the car in reaction to the pleasure Brittany's giving her.
She's only been eaten out a couple times — the guys at school were way more interested in receiving than giving — but never like this. Those guys were sloppy and inexperienced, but Brittany…fuck, Brittany knows exactly what she's doing. She knows just how to lick her, just how to suck her clit to get her closer to the edge.
Santana bucks back into Brittany's face, and the blonde uses her hold on her thighs to keep her still. She licks broad strokes through her wetness before dipping inside Santana's pussy, pumping her strong tongue in and out of her, swallowing the juices that coat her tongue on each thrust.
She fucks her with her tongue until she can feel Santana getting close, then replaces it with her fingers, roughly pushing into her while she wanders down to her clit, lapping at the hooded bundle of nerves before sucking it between her lips, teasing the nub with the tip of her tongue. It only takes a few more pumps until Santana is falling apart above her, her pussy tightening around her fingers and trapping them inside of her as she comes undone. "O-ohhh, oh, Brittany!" she cries out as her orgasm hits her.
Brittany releases her clit and moves back to lick through Santana gently, feeling the throbbing against her tongue as the other girl thrashes around against her truck. She hears the banging Santana's shaking body is causing, and she can't help but smirk into the girl's pussy, loving how powerful it feels to be able to get queen bitch Santana Lopez to lose control like this.
Feeling her start to loosen, Brittany slowly frees her fingers from their confines, softly licking Santana's folds a few more times before getting to her feet. "Hearing the head cheerleader moan my name as she comes…you know what a thing like that does to an ego?"
"Shut up," Santana huffs out, though it sounds a lot weaker than she intended. As much as she's getting off on this, a part of her hates the fact that she's letting Brittany get the upper hand so easily, that she's this vulnerable in front of the other girl. She doesn't have much time to think about it though, because she hasn't even fully recovered from her first orgasm before she feels something hard slipping through her folds, replacing the soft tongue that was there just moments before. She tries to turn around to look at the other girl, but Brittany roughly pushes her forward again, the hand on her shoulder forcing her weak upper body against the hood.
"You wanted my cock, Lopez," Brittany reminds her, guiding the tip of her dick through Santana's soaked folds, lubricating it with her juices. "I hope that tight little pussy of yours can take it." Without any further warning, Brittany pushes her cock into Santana's entrance, burying the entire length inside her in one fluid motion.
A string of curses fall from Santana's lips, her body alternating between tensing and jerking as she struggles to adjust to being so full. Brittany has other plans though, and swiftly pulls out, only to push back in even harder, her drilling picking up speed as she repeats her actions.
She trails her hand down the red material of Santana's uniform, pushing the pleats of her skirt to the side so she can watch as her shaft disappears into the girl with each thrust. She licks her lips at the way Santana's gorgeous round ass pushes up against her stomach as their bodies slam together, and she palms both her cheeks, spreading them apart so she has a better view of their fucking.
Santana bites her lip, trying to hold back her moans as she's pounded. She doesn't want to give Brittany any more satisfaction, but fuck, is it difficult. Brittany is thrusting into her in perfect strides, her hips creating a smoother rhythm than she's ever felt before. Despite her cold, indifferent exterior, she knows Brittany is trying to give her as much pleasure as possible. Yeah, it's more for her own ego than for Santana's benefit, but she can't bring herself to care about what Brittany's motives are right now. Not when the girl is giving her the best fucking of her life.
Brittany picks up her pace, rolling and thrusting her hips up into Santana at the perfect angle. Releasing her grip on Santana's ass, she moves it to her waist, holding on tight so that she can pull the girl's body down to meet each of her thrusts harder.
"Ohhhh my God, oh fuck," Santana pants out, way too lost in pleasure to care about anything but the pounding her pussy is getting. Brittany's cock rips through her as she falls back on it in a steady rhythm, and holy fuck, it feels so much better than she ever thought it would be — and she's thought about it a lot.
Santana's so caught up in her haze, she doesn't notice the four Cheerios walking across the empty parking lot, gaping at the sight of their captain sprawled out on the hood of a truck, getting fucked from behind by Brittany fucking Pierce.
Brittany notices though. All she does is wink at the cheerleaders, making sure to thrust into Santana extra hard so they can hear their precious leader moan her name.
"Oh fuck, Brittany!" Santana cries out, her voice carrying over to her squad members, who give them a scandalized look and hurry into the school.
"That's right," Brittany groans. She quickens her rhythm, continuing to thrust hard as she brings a hand down to smack Santana's right ass cheek. The Latina lets out a loud moan, and Brittany smirks. "You like that?" she asks.
Santana nods over her shoulder, and Brittany grins and smacks Santana harder than the first time, then watches a red handprint show up.
After giving her left ass cheek the same treatment, Brittany grabs a fistful of her dark hair. She tugs on it, forcing the girl to arch her back towards her. She twists her wrists, getting a stronger hold, and tugs harder, right as she thrusts into her. "I wanna hear you when you come. You better moan my name." Then, she reaches her right hand down between Santana's legs and rubs hard.
The slight pain in Santana's scalp only feeds her pleasure, and she feels her stomach start to tighten as she gets closer. She squeezes her eyes shut against the sun and shifts her hips just slightly, enough to get Brittany's cock to hit her just where she needs it, and then she's gone. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, Brittanyyyy!"
She's sure the entire school must hear her scream as she comes, but it's hard to care when there's so much pleasure shooting through every nerve ending in her trembling body. She desperately claws at the metal underneath her, needing something to grab onto as she falls apart, but there's nothing to anchor her down, just waves and waves of bliss crashing over her as Brittany continues to drill into her.
Brittany doesn't stop pounding. It's just three more pumps until she comes undone too, spurt after spurt of hot cum shooting out of her cock into Santana's pussy as her own orgasm rolls through her. Her hips jerk into Santana erratically as she comes, and it's enough for Santana to be hit with a second wave before the first one has even passed, and soon, they're both shaking and spasming together.
It's Brittany who recovers first, waiting for Santana's pussy to relax and unclench before she slips out of the girl. She pulls up her jeans, tucking her dick back in, and leans forward, tilting her head so she can press a soft kiss against Santana's still bruised lips.
"You know where to find me if you ever wanna do this again," she whispers, her husky voice even sexier to Santana now. With a wink and a playful slap to her bare ass, Brittany turns and walks towards the football field, leaving Santana panting on the hood of her truck, her panties still around her ankles and her exposed pussy throbbing, white cum slowly dripping out onto the cement.