(no subject)
THIS RIGHT HERE IS REALLY FAST AND NOT PARTICULARLY GOOD SANTANA/BRITTANY FIC.
I still don't really like Glee, but I might as well acknowledge that I, like, watch it every week and think Brittany and Santana are awesome. SO THERE'S THAT.
Caught In A
Brittany/Santana, NC-17, 566 words, spoilers for Glee 202. Which is hotter than this fic, no lie. jfc.
"Maybe we can share dreams because we've made out," says Brittany. "Like, maybe everyone does that."
"Maybe," Santana agrees. "Do you think if you went under with Kurt, he'd be Britney too?"
"Probably," says Brittany. "But he wouldn't look as good in the suit."
"I know, right?" asks Santana. "I was rocking that."
"We should totally have sex like that."
Santana considers this. "I could get a suit."
"I could get a strap-on."
*
Brittany makes a special playlist for the occasion. It's about half Britney Spears and half Lady Gaga.
She gets herself off twice while she's making it. Britney seriously does stuff to her now.
Seriously.
*
Santana's parents go away, like, every Thursday to go hang out at a bridge. Brittany suspects they're trolls and Santana is adopted. Santana is way too hot to be a troll.
"Do you eat goat a lot?" she asks.
"What?" asks Santana. "Look, just get over here. I'm all dressed and my parents are gone."
"I've been in the bushes for an hour."
"Fine, just come in," says Santana, hanging up.
Santana is wearing white again, which is awesome because it totally complements her skin tone. And it's, like, a tux, with a black shirt, and a white tie. It's hot.
"You should take me to prom," says Brittany. "We would be so hot."
"Let's talk about it later," says Santana, pulling her in and shoving her against the wall. She's totally already wearing the strap-on. Brittany lifts her leg up and wraps it around Santana, so her bare pussy is rubbing up against the strap-on through the tuxedo pants.
"I hope those aren't expensive," she says. "Or Puck's."
"I got it from Burlington Coat Factory," says Santana. "Don't worry." She grabs Brittany's thigh to keep it up there and gives her a kiss that's more like a bite. "You want me to keep wearing it?"
"Yeah," says Brittany. "We can have sex with our clothes on. Like ugly people do."
Santana snorts. "We can have sex again later with our clothes off."
"Yeah, I really like your boobs."
Santana fumbles the zipper on her tux pants and pulls out the strap-on. It's pink and a little squishy. It's probably what sharks wear when they want to become dolphins.
"You got pretty wet hanging out in the bushes for an hour, huh?" asks Santana, sucking on her neck and pushing the cock inside in one smooth thrust. Santana knows just how she likes it. Brittany doesn't get why more people don't have sex with their best friends. It's awesome.
"I could see you showering," Brittany says. "It was pretty foggy, and it might have been your mom, but whatever."
"Don't talk about my mom."
"Yeah, she's probably eating a goat somewhere. Oh yeah, harder."
The door is really hard and solid and Brittany is totally gonna feel it tomorrow, and every time she does she's going to remember Santana fucking her in her tux. It's going to be very distracting.
"I don't have a free hand," says Santana. "Get your clit."
Brittany reaches down obligingly, rubbing fast circles over herself. "I didn't get to put my mix CD in."
"Is Bad Romance on there?"
"Of course."
"You can eat me out while we listen to it."
Brittany totally comes just from the thought of that.
Everyone who isn't having sex with their best friend is totally missing out.
I still don't really like Glee, but I might as well acknowledge that I, like, watch it every week and think Brittany and Santana are awesome. SO THERE'S THAT.
Caught In A
Brittany/Santana, NC-17, 566 words, spoilers for Glee 202. Which is hotter than this fic, no lie. jfc.
"Maybe we can share dreams because we've made out," says Brittany. "Like, maybe everyone does that."
"Maybe," Santana agrees. "Do you think if you went under with Kurt, he'd be Britney too?"
"Probably," says Brittany. "But he wouldn't look as good in the suit."
"I know, right?" asks Santana. "I was rocking that."
"We should totally have sex like that."
Santana considers this. "I could get a suit."
"I could get a strap-on."
*
Brittany makes a special playlist for the occasion. It's about half Britney Spears and half Lady Gaga.
She gets herself off twice while she's making it. Britney seriously does stuff to her now.
Seriously.
*
Santana's parents go away, like, every Thursday to go hang out at a bridge. Brittany suspects they're trolls and Santana is adopted. Santana is way too hot to be a troll.
"Do you eat goat a lot?" she asks.
"What?" asks Santana. "Look, just get over here. I'm all dressed and my parents are gone."
"I've been in the bushes for an hour."
"Fine, just come in," says Santana, hanging up.
Santana is wearing white again, which is awesome because it totally complements her skin tone. And it's, like, a tux, with a black shirt, and a white tie. It's hot.
"You should take me to prom," says Brittany. "We would be so hot."
"Let's talk about it later," says Santana, pulling her in and shoving her against the wall. She's totally already wearing the strap-on. Brittany lifts her leg up and wraps it around Santana, so her bare pussy is rubbing up against the strap-on through the tuxedo pants.
"I hope those aren't expensive," she says. "Or Puck's."
"I got it from Burlington Coat Factory," says Santana. "Don't worry." She grabs Brittany's thigh to keep it up there and gives her a kiss that's more like a bite. "You want me to keep wearing it?"
"Yeah," says Brittany. "We can have sex with our clothes on. Like ugly people do."
Santana snorts. "We can have sex again later with our clothes off."
"Yeah, I really like your boobs."
Santana fumbles the zipper on her tux pants and pulls out the strap-on. It's pink and a little squishy. It's probably what sharks wear when they want to become dolphins.
"You got pretty wet hanging out in the bushes for an hour, huh?" asks Santana, sucking on her neck and pushing the cock inside in one smooth thrust. Santana knows just how she likes it. Brittany doesn't get why more people don't have sex with their best friends. It's awesome.
"I could see you showering," Brittany says. "It was pretty foggy, and it might have been your mom, but whatever."
"Don't talk about my mom."
"Yeah, she's probably eating a goat somewhere. Oh yeah, harder."
The door is really hard and solid and Brittany is totally gonna feel it tomorrow, and every time she does she's going to remember Santana fucking her in her tux. It's going to be very distracting.
"I don't have a free hand," says Santana. "Get your clit."
Brittany reaches down obligingly, rubbing fast circles over herself. "I didn't get to put my mix CD in."
"Is Bad Romance on there?"
"Of course."
"You can eat me out while we listen to it."
Brittany totally comes just from the thought of that.
Everyone who isn't having sex with their best friend is totally missing out.