"Letting It Out" (Santana/Brittany)
Title: Letting It Out
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: A short piece originally written for the Prompting table challenge at this prompt "Brittany/Santana- really rough sex" at the Glee Kink Meme
Warnings: f/f sexytimes, anal play, rough sex
Brittany knew something was wrong. Everytime she broached the subject Santana blew her off.
It worried her. Things should be good between them. They were together, in love and should be happy. They had good times together, laughing and smiling. But there was always something beneath the smile. In Santana's eyes there was hurt. There was a pain that didn't go away no matter how much Brit told her she loved her. No matter how much romance and singing and sex they shared Santana was hurting.
When Santana came over they went to Brit's bedroom, the blonde sat her girlfriend on the bed.
"Uh-oh you've got your serious face on, should I be worried?"
"No, I don't think so," Brittany said, taking Santana's hands in hers.
"Good," Santana grinned and leaned in for a kiss. Brittany raised her hands to stop her. "What is it?"
"That's my question. But I think I know."
Santana rolled her eyes. "How many times are we going to go over this I'm happy, I love you..."
"You're still mad at me for not breaking up with Artie right away."
That stopped the latina right in her tracks. She opened her mouth to protest. But she couldn't. Brittany had hit the damn nail on the head.
"We've never had it out," Brit said. She saw it on Santana's face that she was right. "We just got together after Artie and me were done. I know it still hurts and having all that rage and pain inside isn't good. If you keep it there it will just burn up and you'll hate me."
"I could never..."
"Santana." Brit just said her name and looked at her.
"But..."
"Santana."
Lopez got the message and shut her mouth, crossing her arms in front of her. She hadn't admitted anything, but she knew trying to keep denying was a waste of time.
"I think I know how we can get through this."
"Okay. How?"
"We get it out."
"How?" Santana was getting impatient.
"By fucking me."
"We fuck all the time."
"Not like this. I want you to let it all out. I want you let out all the hurt I caused you." She looked her girlfriend in the eyes. "I want you to be rough with me, really really rough. Let it all out."
"I can't do that."
"You have to. If we don't do this we won't last I know it. Besides I feel I need to be punished by you for what I did. I need it, you need it. We need it."
Santana looked away. She found herself thinking of all her dirtiest kinky fantasies and realised she could now make them come true. She looked at Brit, staring at her, pleading with her.
Brittany moved closer then got onto Santana's lap, straddling her. "Please, for us. Let it out."
Santana lean forward and kissed her gently on the lips then nodded. "Fine. You always do know what I need better than I do." Brit smiled. "Okay we need a safeword, something you say when you want me to stop because I'm doing something you don't want."
Brit shook her head. "I don't want a safeword. I want you to do anything you want to me. Anything. As of right now my body is yours."
"I love you," Santana said.
"I love you too."
They kissed. Lightly at first, then more passionately, Santana's tongue dipping in and out of Brit's mouth her hands moving up her girlfriend's skirt to squeeze her butt.
"No," Brittany pulled back, shaking her head.
"No?"
"This isn't it. You're not doing it."
"I..."
Brit moved off Santana and stood in front of her. "Let it out, stopping being so afraid of youself and let it out. Or this is just not going to work." She started for the door.
"Don't you fucking walk away from me."
Brittany smiled. There it was. The edge in her lover's voice revealing the pain she'd been bottling up. "Why not?"
"Because you're fucking mine," Santana said. She rushed over to Brit and grabbed her roughly, pushing her against the bedroom wall. Brit looked her in the eyes, confirming yes, there is was. Santana kissed her again, this time fierce and demanding.
Santana pulled back. "Strip."
Brit pulled her top over her head, tossing it on the floor. Her bra was bubblegum pink.
"Hurry up."
She took off her skirt next. Her thong matched the bra. On the front of it was written 'Santana's whore'.
"My whore? You're my whore are you?"
"Yes."
Santana grabbed her, throwing her onto the bed face down. She got on top, knees at Brit's shoulders, facing down her body. She used her ass to press the blonde's head down into the mattress. She ran her hands over Brittany's ass, scratching up and down with her fingernails.
Then she spanked her. A loud crack followed by Brittany's yelp. Santana recognised the yelp wasn't all pain, there was pleasure in there too.
A tear rolled down Santana's cheek. She thought of the moment Brit had told her she wouldn't break up with Artie.
She spanked the blonde again and again, hard and fast. Brittany squirmed and cried out. Santana focused on nothing but spanking, pouring out every bad feeling she had inside.
When she finally stopped both of them were breathing hard. Brit's buttocks was a fiery shade of scarlet. Santana massaged the hot cheeks.
"Sorry, that was too much," Satanta said, she moved herself off Brittany to kneel on the bed.
"No, no," Brit shook her head, turning it to look at her girlfriend. "That was so fucking awesome."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
"Good. Cause I'm just getting started whore.
Santana quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, taking her panties with them. She yanked off both socks. She took off her top and bra, her surgically enhanced tits perky and round.
"Sexy," Brittany sighed.
"I know. On your back."
Brit did as she was told, an obvious wet patch had formed on the front of her panties.
"You really like that?" They'd never done anything like this before, she'd never spanked Brittany before.
"You have no idea how much."
Santana smiled wickedly and straddled Brit's face. Brittany inhaled deeply the scent of her lover's arousal. "You have such a pretty vagina."
"So do you," the latina nodded, then brought her hand down hard between Brit's legs.
Brittany yelped. Then after a few seconds said "Please, do that again." Santana did. And again. And again. The thin fabric of the thong providing little protection from the slaps. Santana could feel Brit's breaths on her cunt.
"Lick me," Santana ordered. She felt her girlfriend's tongue flick over her pussy. "No, not there. Here," she reached behind herself, fingertip running down between her buttocks and settling on her anus.
This too was something they'd never done before. It was something Santana had long been curious about, but apart from Puckerman wanting to shove his schlong in there none of her lovers had shown an interest, and she felt like it was something she couldn't ask for. Until now. Now was about getting out what was inside.
"You want me to lick your butthole?" Brittany asked.
"Yes, I do. Now would be a good time to start."
Brittany hesitated for another moment. Part of her thought it was gross, part of her was curious, part of her was so turned on she didn't care, part of her wanted to do anything Santana told her to, and part of her realized Santana's asshole was far from the worst thing she'd licked in her life. She hissed as San slapped her vajayjay again.
She took the plunge and did it, eager to pleasure her love. Her tongue darted out, only the very tip making contact. Santana straightened up, pressing her ass down to Brit's mouth.
Brittany's tongue made slow upward strokes over Santana's asshole with the flat of her tongue. Once she got used to the idea in her head she discovered there was nothing to worry about.
Santana closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip. "Oh my god that's amazing," she said quietly.
Brit circled the dark rim of Santana's rear hole with the tip of her tongue, then licked over it with the flat of her tongue again. Santana leaned forward a little, forcing Brittany to adjust her angle of attack. She alternated between rapid circles and slower strokes.
The latina moaned, her right hand going between Brittany's legs, pushing aside the soaked thong. She wasted no time in plunging her middle and ring finger into her girlfriend's tight pussy, curling her fingers as they slid in deep. Once she had a grip something like holding onto a bowling ball she started jerking her hand up and down.
Brittany moaned loudly, her licking becoming less focused but more enthusiastic as she thrust her hips against the finger fucking. Santana's motions got faster and rougher, both of them moaning and grunting.
The blonde stopped pleasuring Santana's ass as she came, her moans becoming squeals.
Santana didn't stop. If anything she became rougher, channeling the feelings Brittany had forced to the surface.
Brittany orgasmed three times before Santana finally stopped and rolled off her, flopping onto the bed. The blonde had no idea what planet she was on. Her body was awash with bliss but her muscles hurt, her cunt hurt. But it was good. So so good and so worth it. After some time she turned herself around on the bed to orient herself the same way as Santana. They held each other close.
Brit wiped away tears that were on Santana's face.
"I love you so much," Santana said.
"I love you too." She leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
They stayed like that, holding each other, recovering.
"Can we do that again sometime?" Brittany asked. "I really liked you taking charge."
"I really liked it too. I didn't hurt you bad did I?"
Brit shook her head. "No. I liked it. Really really liked it." She pulled back out of their embrace. "I came so hard, I want to return the favor," she smiled. She moved down the bed, still wearing her bra and thong. Santana rolled onto her back, spreading her legs. Brit moved in between them and started eating her out.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: A short piece originally written for the Prompting table challenge at this prompt "Brittany/Santana- really rough sex" at the Glee Kink Meme
Warnings: f/f sexytimes, anal play, rough sex
Brittany knew something was wrong. Everytime she broached the subject Santana blew her off.
It worried her. Things should be good between them. They were together, in love and should be happy. They had good times together, laughing and smiling. But there was always something beneath the smile. In Santana's eyes there was hurt. There was a pain that didn't go away no matter how much Brit told her she loved her. No matter how much romance and singing and sex they shared Santana was hurting.
When Santana came over they went to Brit's bedroom, the blonde sat her girlfriend on the bed.
"Uh-oh you've got your serious face on, should I be worried?"
"No, I don't think so," Brittany said, taking Santana's hands in hers.
"Good," Santana grinned and leaned in for a kiss. Brittany raised her hands to stop her. "What is it?"
"That's my question. But I think I know."
Santana rolled her eyes. "How many times are we going to go over this I'm happy, I love you..."
"You're still mad at me for not breaking up with Artie right away."
That stopped the latina right in her tracks. She opened her mouth to protest. But she couldn't. Brittany had hit the damn nail on the head.
"We've never had it out," Brit said. She saw it on Santana's face that she was right. "We just got together after Artie and me were done. I know it still hurts and having all that rage and pain inside isn't good. If you keep it there it will just burn up and you'll hate me."
"I could never..."
"Santana." Brit just said her name and looked at her.
"But..."
"Santana."
Lopez got the message and shut her mouth, crossing her arms in front of her. She hadn't admitted anything, but she knew trying to keep denying was a waste of time.
"I think I know how we can get through this."
"Okay. How?"
"We get it out."
"How?" Santana was getting impatient.
"By fucking me."
"We fuck all the time."
"Not like this. I want you to let it all out. I want you let out all the hurt I caused you." She looked her girlfriend in the eyes. "I want you to be rough with me, really really rough. Let it all out."
"I can't do that."
"You have to. If we don't do this we won't last I know it. Besides I feel I need to be punished by you for what I did. I need it, you need it. We need it."
Santana looked away. She found herself thinking of all her dirtiest kinky fantasies and realised she could now make them come true. She looked at Brit, staring at her, pleading with her.
Brittany moved closer then got onto Santana's lap, straddling her. "Please, for us. Let it out."
Santana lean forward and kissed her gently on the lips then nodded. "Fine. You always do know what I need better than I do." Brit smiled. "Okay we need a safeword, something you say when you want me to stop because I'm doing something you don't want."
Brit shook her head. "I don't want a safeword. I want you to do anything you want to me. Anything. As of right now my body is yours."
"I love you," Santana said.
"I love you too."
They kissed. Lightly at first, then more passionately, Santana's tongue dipping in and out of Brit's mouth her hands moving up her girlfriend's skirt to squeeze her butt.
"No," Brittany pulled back, shaking her head.
"No?"
"This isn't it. You're not doing it."
"I..."
Brit moved off Santana and stood in front of her. "Let it out, stopping being so afraid of youself and let it out. Or this is just not going to work." She started for the door.
"Don't you fucking walk away from me."
Brittany smiled. There it was. The edge in her lover's voice revealing the pain she'd been bottling up. "Why not?"
"Because you're fucking mine," Santana said. She rushed over to Brit and grabbed her roughly, pushing her against the bedroom wall. Brit looked her in the eyes, confirming yes, there is was. Santana kissed her again, this time fierce and demanding.
Santana pulled back. "Strip."
Brit pulled her top over her head, tossing it on the floor. Her bra was bubblegum pink.
"Hurry up."
She took off her skirt next. Her thong matched the bra. On the front of it was written 'Santana's whore'.
"My whore? You're my whore are you?"
"Yes."
Santana grabbed her, throwing her onto the bed face down. She got on top, knees at Brit's shoulders, facing down her body. She used her ass to press the blonde's head down into the mattress. She ran her hands over Brittany's ass, scratching up and down with her fingernails.
Then she spanked her. A loud crack followed by Brittany's yelp. Santana recognised the yelp wasn't all pain, there was pleasure in there too.
A tear rolled down Santana's cheek. She thought of the moment Brit had told her she wouldn't break up with Artie.
She spanked the blonde again and again, hard and fast. Brittany squirmed and cried out. Santana focused on nothing but spanking, pouring out every bad feeling she had inside.
When she finally stopped both of them were breathing hard. Brit's buttocks was a fiery shade of scarlet. Santana massaged the hot cheeks.
"Sorry, that was too much," Satanta said, she moved herself off Brittany to kneel on the bed.
"No, no," Brit shook her head, turning it to look at her girlfriend. "That was so fucking awesome."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
"Good. Cause I'm just getting started whore.
Santana quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, taking her panties with them. She yanked off both socks. She took off her top and bra, her surgically enhanced tits perky and round.
"Sexy," Brittany sighed.
"I know. On your back."
Brit did as she was told, an obvious wet patch had formed on the front of her panties.
"You really like that?" They'd never done anything like this before, she'd never spanked Brittany before.
"You have no idea how much."
Santana smiled wickedly and straddled Brit's face. Brittany inhaled deeply the scent of her lover's arousal. "You have such a pretty vagina."
"So do you," the latina nodded, then brought her hand down hard between Brit's legs.
Brittany yelped. Then after a few seconds said "Please, do that again." Santana did. And again. And again. The thin fabric of the thong providing little protection from the slaps. Santana could feel Brit's breaths on her cunt.
"Lick me," Santana ordered. She felt her girlfriend's tongue flick over her pussy. "No, not there. Here," she reached behind herself, fingertip running down between her buttocks and settling on her anus.
This too was something they'd never done before. It was something Santana had long been curious about, but apart from Puckerman wanting to shove his schlong in there none of her lovers had shown an interest, and she felt like it was something she couldn't ask for. Until now. Now was about getting out what was inside.
"You want me to lick your butthole?" Brittany asked.
"Yes, I do. Now would be a good time to start."
Brittany hesitated for another moment. Part of her thought it was gross, part of her was curious, part of her was so turned on she didn't care, part of her wanted to do anything Santana told her to, and part of her realized Santana's asshole was far from the worst thing she'd licked in her life. She hissed as San slapped her vajayjay again.
She took the plunge and did it, eager to pleasure her love. Her tongue darted out, only the very tip making contact. Santana straightened up, pressing her ass down to Brit's mouth.
Brittany's tongue made slow upward strokes over Santana's asshole with the flat of her tongue. Once she got used to the idea in her head she discovered there was nothing to worry about.
Santana closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip. "Oh my god that's amazing," she said quietly.
Brit circled the dark rim of Santana's rear hole with the tip of her tongue, then licked over it with the flat of her tongue again. Santana leaned forward a little, forcing Brittany to adjust her angle of attack. She alternated between rapid circles and slower strokes.
The latina moaned, her right hand going between Brittany's legs, pushing aside the soaked thong. She wasted no time in plunging her middle and ring finger into her girlfriend's tight pussy, curling her fingers as they slid in deep. Once she had a grip something like holding onto a bowling ball she started jerking her hand up and down.
Brittany moaned loudly, her licking becoming less focused but more enthusiastic as she thrust her hips against the finger fucking. Santana's motions got faster and rougher, both of them moaning and grunting.
The blonde stopped pleasuring Santana's ass as she came, her moans becoming squeals.
Santana didn't stop. If anything she became rougher, channeling the feelings Brittany had forced to the surface.
Brittany orgasmed three times before Santana finally stopped and rolled off her, flopping onto the bed. The blonde had no idea what planet she was on. Her body was awash with bliss but her muscles hurt, her cunt hurt. But it was good. So so good and so worth it. After some time she turned herself around on the bed to orient herself the same way as Santana. They held each other close.
Brit wiped away tears that were on Santana's face.
"I love you so much," Santana said.
"I love you too." She leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
They stayed like that, holding each other, recovering.
"Can we do that again sometime?" Brittany asked. "I really liked you taking charge."
"I really liked it too. I didn't hurt you bad did I?"
Brit shook her head. "No. I liked it. Really really liked it." She pulled back out of their embrace. "I came so hard, I want to return the favor," she smiled. She moved down the bed, still wearing her bra and thong. Santana rolled onto her back, spreading her legs. Brit moved in between them and started eating her out.