Glee: Rachel/Santana: Slut
Title: Slut
Author: mistress_britt
Fandom: Glee
Characters: Rachel/Santana
Word Count: 622
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rachel tops Santana.
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, they don’t belong to me.
Author's Notes: Reviews are nice. Written for glee_kink_meme. Prompt Rachel/Santana, Rachel proving to Santana that just because she's one of the head Cheerios, she's not the dominant one in everything.
Bonus points for spanking and/or handcuffs..
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AND JOIN THE FUN!
“On your knees, slut,” Rachel ordered, her finger pointing the spot at her feet. The Latina cheerleader was clothed in the Cheerio’s skirt with the matching panties and nothing else.
Santana knelt, the short Cheerio’s skirt riding up her toned, tanned thighs.
“Good girl,” Rachel praised and patted the top of Santana’s head before sliding her hand over the ponytail and pulling the band out. Santana’s thick, dark hair fell in soft waves over her bare shoulders. Her dark nipples were hard from the cool air. “Get on all fours.”
Santana stretched her body out, placing her palms on the cold floor of the music room. The skirt rose even higher, exposing the red panties. Rachel’s palm slapped hard against the other girl’s backside.
“Oh!” Santana cried out more from surprise than pain. Rachel’s palm slipped lower, rubbing over the wet crotch of the panties.
“Little slut,” Rachel purred, fingers pressing into the fabric, the soft cotton sinking slightly inside of Santana.
Santana moaned happily and moved her hips, rubbing against Rachel’s fingers.
“Ah, ah, ah, naughty girl,” Rachel scolded and gave Santana’s covered pussy a few firm slaps. “I’m in control here.”
Rachel peeled those red panties down to Santana’s upper thighs and the thick scent of her arousal filled the room. Santana parted her thighs as best she could since the panties restricted her some. Rachel’s hand slapped her left cheek, then her right and then her left again until she created a familiar pattern that had Santana thrusting her hip in the right direction for when the hand fell. Rachel lowered herself so she was sitting on Santana’s arched back. She rubbed the sore, pink flesh of the girl’s ass and then slid two fingers over the damp slit.
“Mmm,” Santana moaned and wiggled as best she could.
“Stay still, slut!” Rachel scolded and delivered a firm smack to the center of Santana’s ass.
“Sorry,” Santana mumbled.
Rachel moved her fingers that were slicked with Santana’s juices and pressed them against Santana’s asshole. Santana let out a soft moan as the tips of Rachel’s slick fingers rubbed and pressed the puckered opening.
“Do you like that slut?” Rachel asked.
“Yesss.”
She continued to tease the opening before removing her fingers and used them to spread apart Santana’s outer lips. Her fingers slid up and down the folds, making every exposed inch of Santana tingle and throb with pleasure.
“Oh please more!” Santana begged.
Rachel didn’t respond, instead she pushed two fingers inside of Santana. They crooked inside of her for a few seconds before straightening them and thrusting gently in and out. Santana’s moans were echoing off the walls of the music room. Every now and then Rachel would give a few slaps to her ass with her free hand while her fingers kept a steady rhythm.
“I have to come! Please?” Santana begged. Her muscles clenching around Rachel’s fingers, aching for a release.
“You may come, slut,” Rachel told her. She left her fingers inside while Santana released.
She removed her fingers with a soft pop and patted Santana’s dripping pussy. “Very good, slut,” Rachel praised.
“Th..thank you,” Santana panted, bliss etched over her face.
Rachel lifted her body up and helped Santana stand. The Latina girl cleaned herself up with a few wet wipes that Rachel kept in her bag and got fully dressed. The bell rang and the rest of the Glee kids filed into the room.
“You skipped math,” Brittany said with a sad look on her face as she pulled Santana into a hug.
“Sorry, Britt. Rachel needed some help with a song so I took pity on her,” Santana replied.
Rachel and Santana exchanged a look, a smile forming on both their faces.
Author: mistress_britt
Fandom: Glee
Characters: Rachel/Santana
Word Count: 622
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rachel tops Santana.
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, they don’t belong to me.
Author's Notes: Reviews are nice. Written for glee_kink_meme. Prompt Rachel/Santana, Rachel proving to Santana that just because she's one of the head Cheerios, she's not the dominant one in everything.
Bonus points for spanking and/or handcuffs..
CLICK HERE TO COME
AND JOIN THE FUN!
“On your knees, slut,” Rachel ordered, her finger pointing the spot at her feet. The Latina cheerleader was clothed in the Cheerio’s skirt with the matching panties and nothing else.
Santana knelt, the short Cheerio’s skirt riding up her toned, tanned thighs.
“Good girl,” Rachel praised and patted the top of Santana’s head before sliding her hand over the ponytail and pulling the band out. Santana’s thick, dark hair fell in soft waves over her bare shoulders. Her dark nipples were hard from the cool air. “Get on all fours.”
Santana stretched her body out, placing her palms on the cold floor of the music room. The skirt rose even higher, exposing the red panties. Rachel’s palm slapped hard against the other girl’s backside.
“Oh!” Santana cried out more from surprise than pain. Rachel’s palm slipped lower, rubbing over the wet crotch of the panties.
“Little slut,” Rachel purred, fingers pressing into the fabric, the soft cotton sinking slightly inside of Santana.
Santana moaned happily and moved her hips, rubbing against Rachel’s fingers.
“Ah, ah, ah, naughty girl,” Rachel scolded and gave Santana’s covered pussy a few firm slaps. “I’m in control here.”
Rachel peeled those red panties down to Santana’s upper thighs and the thick scent of her arousal filled the room. Santana parted her thighs as best she could since the panties restricted her some. Rachel’s hand slapped her left cheek, then her right and then her left again until she created a familiar pattern that had Santana thrusting her hip in the right direction for when the hand fell. Rachel lowered herself so she was sitting on Santana’s arched back. She rubbed the sore, pink flesh of the girl’s ass and then slid two fingers over the damp slit.
“Mmm,” Santana moaned and wiggled as best she could.
“Stay still, slut!” Rachel scolded and delivered a firm smack to the center of Santana’s ass.
“Sorry,” Santana mumbled.
Rachel moved her fingers that were slicked with Santana’s juices and pressed them against Santana’s asshole. Santana let out a soft moan as the tips of Rachel’s slick fingers rubbed and pressed the puckered opening.
“Do you like that slut?” Rachel asked.
“Yesss.”
She continued to tease the opening before removing her fingers and used them to spread apart Santana’s outer lips. Her fingers slid up and down the folds, making every exposed inch of Santana tingle and throb with pleasure.
“Oh please more!” Santana begged.
Rachel didn’t respond, instead she pushed two fingers inside of Santana. They crooked inside of her for a few seconds before straightening them and thrusting gently in and out. Santana’s moans were echoing off the walls of the music room. Every now and then Rachel would give a few slaps to her ass with her free hand while her fingers kept a steady rhythm.
“I have to come! Please?” Santana begged. Her muscles clenching around Rachel’s fingers, aching for a release.
“You may come, slut,” Rachel told her. She left her fingers inside while Santana released.
She removed her fingers with a soft pop and patted Santana’s dripping pussy. “Very good, slut,” Rachel praised.
“Th..thank you,” Santana panted, bliss etched over her face.
Rachel lifted her body up and helped Santana stand. The Latina girl cleaned herself up with a few wet wipes that Rachel kept in her bag and got fully dressed. The bell rang and the rest of the Glee kids filed into the room.
“You skipped math,” Brittany said with a sad look on her face as she pulled Santana into a hug.
“Sorry, Britt. Rachel needed some help with a song so I took pity on her,” Santana replied.
Rachel and Santana exchanged a look, a smile forming on both their faces.