On Top
Title: On Top
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to Laryngitis
Summary: For this prompt on the glee_kink_meme: Brittany wonders what it'd be like to be a gay guy, so Santana lets her strap-on fuck her in the ass, just to shut her up.
Disclaimer: Yes, I am a Fox executive, anonymously writing about two minor characters in one of our shows having buttsex.
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It all started after Kurt broke up with Brittany. After sighing heavily for about a half an hour over the loss of the most sensitive, caring, and non-sex-obsessed "boyfriend" she had ever had (and seriously, Santana really had no idea how Brittany's normally super-effective gaydar had failed her there; Hummel was such a flamer he was probably visible from space), Brittany's attention had turned elsewhere. Unfortunately, "elsewhere" had not meant "Santana's breasts." Instead, she had become fascinated by the idea of gay men. Specifically, in how they had sex.
And so, a few days later, a Discussion took place. They were lounging on Santana's bed, sort of watching Jersey Shore, when Brittany suddenly spoke.
"Do you think Kurt would like me better if I was a guy?"
Santana didn't even look away from her phone. "Yup."
Brittany rolled over to look at her. "Why?"
Glancing up, Santana rolled her eyes at her best friend. "Because then you would have a dick."
"Hmm." Unable to argue with that logic, Brittany rolled onto her back again. There was a long pause in the conversation. Santana glanced at the t.v. and laughed softly as The Situation tried to seduce a girl and failed miserably. Brittany spoke again. "If I was a boy..."
"Okay, Beyoncé."
Brittany made a face at her. "I think I'd be gay."
"Oh, yeah? Why?"
"Because I'd probably still like penises. You know?"
Actually, Santana didn't, really, but she could understand the sentiment. "Yeah, I guess."
"But I like girls sometimes now, too. So maybe I'd be bi."
Santana laughed. "So you'd be a bi guy?"
Brittany giggled, and Santana thought the subject was finally over and went back to her phone. A few minutes later, Brittany was talking again.
"Did you know that people write these stories online? About t.v. shows?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I was reading some the other day. They were all about the guys from Supernatural? And how they were gay together?"
"Huh." How bizarre. Some people really had no lives whatsoever.
"Yeah, it was kinda weird. But anyway, they kept talking about how one guy was a top and one guy was a bottom? Like, one guy likes to take it in the ass, and the other guy likes to give it."
"Huh," Santana said again. Who knew?
"So I was thinking...if I was a gay guy-"
Santana groaned. "Really, Brittany?"
Brittany pouted at her and continued. "I don't think I'd want to be the bottom, because I tried anal that one time and it sucked."
Santana looked at her. "That was Chad, right?"
"Ugh, yeah." Brittany rolled her eyes and nodded, but Santana looked thoughtful.
"He kept trying to get me to do that, too. I swear that guy's obsessed. Maybe he's gay."
"Hmm, maybe." There was a long pause as both contemplated the possible sexual orientation of a mutual hook-up. Brittany really didn't want to let her idea die, though. "So I thought maybe I'd want to be the top."
"Okaaaay..." Santana was starting to get an idea of where this subject was going, and if she was correct, it was the wrong way down a one-way street.
"But I'm not sure, because I've never fucked someone in the ass before. So I was thinking-"
"No."
Brittany pouted again. "You didn't even let me finish."
"But I know what you're going to say and I can tell you right now that the answer is no."
Brittany's eyes slowly widened. "Are you psychic?"
For one brief moment, Santana almost said yes, just to distract her. "No. And the answer is still no."
"What number am I thinking of?"
"I told you I'm not psychic. Also? Still not gonna do it."
Of course, given her track record at being able to say no to Brittany and really have it stick, it was only natural that roughly 20 minutes later, a fully nude Santana was watching as Brittany, already wearing a strap-on, pulled on a latex glove.
"I really....am not comfortable with this," Santana said.
Brittany turned to her with a seductive smile on her face. "Just relax," she said, and leaned down and kissed her.
Santana tried, she really did. At first, it was easy - making out with Brittany and having her breasts felt up always helped her relax. It was when Brittany's hand dipped down south that she started to tense up again.
Brittany gently bit her lower lip, getting a soft moan in return, and then pulled away. Santana watched with hooded eyes as Brittany slathered lube all over the glove.
"I..." she started to say, but then Brittany was kissing her again, hot and heavy with lots of tongue, and pinched her nipple. Santana squeaked, then gave a totally-not-girly shriek when the other girl ran a cold, lubed finger down her slit.
"Calm down," Brittany whispered, her breath warm on Santana's lips.
"That's really fucking cold," Santana whispered back.
"Why are we whispering?" Brittany asked.
"I don't knooooaaaaAAAA!" Brittany's finger had suddenly plunged knuckle-deep inside of her ass. Santana grimaced and clutched at Brittany's arms, her toes curling. Goddamn, that hurt. It stretched and burned in all the wrong ways.
"I thought it'd be better if I didn't give a warning, like when you get a shot," Brittany said in a normal voice.
"Hnnnnnggh," Santana answered.
Brittany gave her a few minutes, give or take a year, to get used to the feeling before she started to move her finger. Santana's eyes shot open as her stomach clenched. It felt like all of the air had gone out of the room, and she gasped for breath. Suddenly, it was stretching and burning in all of the right ways, and when Brittany slowly slid in another finger, Santana made a noise that Brittany had never heard before, deep in her throat. Curious, she made a scissoring motion with her fingers, and Santana made that noise again, a groan that seemed like it was being torn out of her.
"God, Brittany, I...mmm...Jesus! Fuck...just..." Apparently, having two fingers barely moving inside of her rendered Santana completely incoherent. Fascinated, Brittany started to rock her hand, slowly thrusting in and out. Santana's head lolled as her back arched, and she immediately started rolling her hips to meet Brittany's hand.
"Holy...ungh, God...Britt!" She was already at the part where she could only say one syllable at a time, and Brittany was barely touching her! Brittany shifted to get a better angle, and she suddenly realized how wet she was. She didn't want to take this slow, she wanted to do it now.
Santana groaned again as Brittany pulled her hand out, and cracked one eye open. Brittany was hurriedly pulling off the glove and trying to open the bottle of lube at the same time.
"Put a condom on," Santana managed to gasp out. At Brittany's wild look, she clarified, "I'm not putting that through the dishwasher again. Not after-"
"Yeah, your mom was pretty pissed," Brittany said. She yanked open Santana's night table drawer and snatched a condom. As quickly as possible, she rolled it on and poured an egregious amount of lube into her palms. Grabbing the strap-on, she started to spread it. Santana bit back a moan at the sight: Brittany, jacking herself off with both hands, her eyes desperate and fixed on Santana's.
When she had everything to her satisfaction, Brittany grabbed Santana's hip with one hand and angled the strap-on with the other, then plunged halfway in with one quick roll of her hips.
Santana's head flew back and she screamed. Really, honestly screamed. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but they snapped open when Brittany began to ease the rest of the strap-on in. There was more of it? She felt like she was splitting apart, her body stretched and full in a way she had never felt before. And when it was finally all the way in, Brittany's pubic bone brushing against Santana's clit, she shuddered and came hard.
Brittany was so shocked that she stopped moving for a second. Had she really just...? But all of the signs were there: Santana was gasping for breath like she had just run a marathon, her eyes shut tight, her thighs clenched, her toes curled, as aftershocks shivered through her. Brittany almost stopped right then, but her own arousal was trickling down her thighs, and she had The Best Idea Ever. She pulled out, all the way, and Santana moaned.
"Roll over," Brittany whispered, and Santana scrambled to obey, legs flailing wildly. In no time at all, she was on her hands and knees, still panting heavily as she presented herself to Brittany.
Maybe someday, she'd take the time to appreciate the sight, but right now was not that day. Brittany got to her knees, grabbed Santana's hips again, and thrust deep.
Santana immediately fell to her elbows, burying her face in the sheets. She gave another one of those crazy moans, spurring Brittany on. It took a while to get the rhythm right, but soon Brittany was thrusting hard and fast, pulling a grunt or moan out of Santana each time she bottomed out inside of her. For her part, Santana just tried to match Brittany stroke for stroke. She could feel another orgasm building inside of her, so big that it might kill her, and she didn't care. The indescribable fullness inside of her, the slap of her thighs against Brittany's and the hands on her hips, pulling her roughly backwards to meet every push, were almost more than she could take.
Brittany was actually listening so closely to the noises Santana was making that her own orgasm took her by surprise. She thrust erratically for a moment, grinding herself against the strap between her legs, before she took a deep breath and kept going. She began to speed up, and she could hear the difference immediately in Santana's voice.
"Mmm...ah...oh...oh!...OH!" Santana was getting close, she could tell, and finally Brittany reached around and thumbed at her clit. When she found it, she pinched it hard, and, with a groan that was ripped from deep inside her chest, Santana came so hard she blacked out for a little while.
When she awoke, she was sprawled loose-limbed on the bed, face down and ass up, and Brittany was worriedly checking her pulse.
"'mfine," she mumbled. She wanted to bat Brittany's hand away, but her arms and legs had mysteriously turned to rubber.
"Okay," Brittany said, still slightly dubious. She began to fumble at the straps around her waist. Santana watched with one eye, still enjoying the complete and utter relaxation in all of her muscles.
"Hey," Brittany said.
"Hey," Santana answered.
"You just came really hard."
"Shut up, Brittany."
Later, they sat at Santana's kitchen table, eating popcorn and (in Santana's case) shifting around to try and find a more comfortable way to sit on a bag of frozen peas.
"Y'know," Brittany said, breaking the companionable silence. "I really can't believe how hard you came from anal."
"Shut up, Brittany."
"Like, seriously. I'm gonna make a Glist, except instead of a Glist, it'll be 'The List of Things That Make Santana Come Mad Hard,' and number one would be 'Anal.'"
"I'm serious, Brittany. Knock it off."
"Okay. But next time, I want-"
"There's not gonna be a next time, Brittany."
"Okay, fine," Brittany said. Really, she thought to herself, Santana was such a difficult bottom, it was a good thing she was such an understanding top.
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Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Up to Laryngitis
Summary: For this prompt on the glee_kink_meme: Brittany wonders what it'd be like to be a gay guy, so Santana lets her strap-on fuck her in the ass, just to shut her up.
Disclaimer: Yes, I am a Fox executive, anonymously writing about two minor characters in one of our shows having buttsex.
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It all started after Kurt broke up with Brittany. After sighing heavily for about a half an hour over the loss of the most sensitive, caring, and non-sex-obsessed "boyfriend" she had ever had (and seriously, Santana really had no idea how Brittany's normally super-effective gaydar had failed her there; Hummel was such a flamer he was probably visible from space), Brittany's attention had turned elsewhere. Unfortunately, "elsewhere" had not meant "Santana's breasts." Instead, she had become fascinated by the idea of gay men. Specifically, in how they had sex.
And so, a few days later, a Discussion took place. They were lounging on Santana's bed, sort of watching Jersey Shore, when Brittany suddenly spoke.
"Do you think Kurt would like me better if I was a guy?"
Santana didn't even look away from her phone. "Yup."
Brittany rolled over to look at her. "Why?"
Glancing up, Santana rolled her eyes at her best friend. "Because then you would have a dick."
"Hmm." Unable to argue with that logic, Brittany rolled onto her back again. There was a long pause in the conversation. Santana glanced at the t.v. and laughed softly as The Situation tried to seduce a girl and failed miserably. Brittany spoke again. "If I was a boy..."
"Okay, Beyoncé."
Brittany made a face at her. "I think I'd be gay."
"Oh, yeah? Why?"
"Because I'd probably still like penises. You know?"
Actually, Santana didn't, really, but she could understand the sentiment. "Yeah, I guess."
"But I like girls sometimes now, too. So maybe I'd be bi."
Santana laughed. "So you'd be a bi guy?"
Brittany giggled, and Santana thought the subject was finally over and went back to her phone. A few minutes later, Brittany was talking again.
"Did you know that people write these stories online? About t.v. shows?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I was reading some the other day. They were all about the guys from Supernatural? And how they were gay together?"
"Huh." How bizarre. Some people really had no lives whatsoever.
"Yeah, it was kinda weird. But anyway, they kept talking about how one guy was a top and one guy was a bottom? Like, one guy likes to take it in the ass, and the other guy likes to give it."
"Huh," Santana said again. Who knew?
"So I was thinking...if I was a gay guy-"
Santana groaned. "Really, Brittany?"
Brittany pouted at her and continued. "I don't think I'd want to be the bottom, because I tried anal that one time and it sucked."
Santana looked at her. "That was Chad, right?"
"Ugh, yeah." Brittany rolled her eyes and nodded, but Santana looked thoughtful.
"He kept trying to get me to do that, too. I swear that guy's obsessed. Maybe he's gay."
"Hmm, maybe." There was a long pause as both contemplated the possible sexual orientation of a mutual hook-up. Brittany really didn't want to let her idea die, though. "So I thought maybe I'd want to be the top."
"Okaaaay..." Santana was starting to get an idea of where this subject was going, and if she was correct, it was the wrong way down a one-way street.
"But I'm not sure, because I've never fucked someone in the ass before. So I was thinking-"
"No."
Brittany pouted again. "You didn't even let me finish."
"But I know what you're going to say and I can tell you right now that the answer is no."
Brittany's eyes slowly widened. "Are you psychic?"
For one brief moment, Santana almost said yes, just to distract her. "No. And the answer is still no."
"What number am I thinking of?"
"I told you I'm not psychic. Also? Still not gonna do it."
Of course, given her track record at being able to say no to Brittany and really have it stick, it was only natural that roughly 20 minutes later, a fully nude Santana was watching as Brittany, already wearing a strap-on, pulled on a latex glove.
"I really....am not comfortable with this," Santana said.
Brittany turned to her with a seductive smile on her face. "Just relax," she said, and leaned down and kissed her.
Santana tried, she really did. At first, it was easy - making out with Brittany and having her breasts felt up always helped her relax. It was when Brittany's hand dipped down south that she started to tense up again.
Brittany gently bit her lower lip, getting a soft moan in return, and then pulled away. Santana watched with hooded eyes as Brittany slathered lube all over the glove.
"I..." she started to say, but then Brittany was kissing her again, hot and heavy with lots of tongue, and pinched her nipple. Santana squeaked, then gave a totally-not-girly shriek when the other girl ran a cold, lubed finger down her slit.
"Calm down," Brittany whispered, her breath warm on Santana's lips.
"That's really fucking cold," Santana whispered back.
"Why are we whispering?" Brittany asked.
"I don't knooooaaaaAAAA!" Brittany's finger had suddenly plunged knuckle-deep inside of her ass. Santana grimaced and clutched at Brittany's arms, her toes curling. Goddamn, that hurt. It stretched and burned in all the wrong ways.
"I thought it'd be better if I didn't give a warning, like when you get a shot," Brittany said in a normal voice.
"Hnnnnnggh," Santana answered.
Brittany gave her a few minutes, give or take a year, to get used to the feeling before she started to move her finger. Santana's eyes shot open as her stomach clenched. It felt like all of the air had gone out of the room, and she gasped for breath. Suddenly, it was stretching and burning in all of the right ways, and when Brittany slowly slid in another finger, Santana made a noise that Brittany had never heard before, deep in her throat. Curious, she made a scissoring motion with her fingers, and Santana made that noise again, a groan that seemed like it was being torn out of her.
"God, Brittany, I...mmm...Jesus! Fuck...just..." Apparently, having two fingers barely moving inside of her rendered Santana completely incoherent. Fascinated, Brittany started to rock her hand, slowly thrusting in and out. Santana's head lolled as her back arched, and she immediately started rolling her hips to meet Brittany's hand.
"Holy...ungh, God...Britt!" She was already at the part where she could only say one syllable at a time, and Brittany was barely touching her! Brittany shifted to get a better angle, and she suddenly realized how wet she was. She didn't want to take this slow, she wanted to do it now.
Santana groaned again as Brittany pulled her hand out, and cracked one eye open. Brittany was hurriedly pulling off the glove and trying to open the bottle of lube at the same time.
"Put a condom on," Santana managed to gasp out. At Brittany's wild look, she clarified, "I'm not putting that through the dishwasher again. Not after-"
"Yeah, your mom was pretty pissed," Brittany said. She yanked open Santana's night table drawer and snatched a condom. As quickly as possible, she rolled it on and poured an egregious amount of lube into her palms. Grabbing the strap-on, she started to spread it. Santana bit back a moan at the sight: Brittany, jacking herself off with both hands, her eyes desperate and fixed on Santana's.
When she had everything to her satisfaction, Brittany grabbed Santana's hip with one hand and angled the strap-on with the other, then plunged halfway in with one quick roll of her hips.
Santana's head flew back and she screamed. Really, honestly screamed. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but they snapped open when Brittany began to ease the rest of the strap-on in. There was more of it? She felt like she was splitting apart, her body stretched and full in a way she had never felt before. And when it was finally all the way in, Brittany's pubic bone brushing against Santana's clit, she shuddered and came hard.
Brittany was so shocked that she stopped moving for a second. Had she really just...? But all of the signs were there: Santana was gasping for breath like she had just run a marathon, her eyes shut tight, her thighs clenched, her toes curled, as aftershocks shivered through her. Brittany almost stopped right then, but her own arousal was trickling down her thighs, and she had The Best Idea Ever. She pulled out, all the way, and Santana moaned.
"Roll over," Brittany whispered, and Santana scrambled to obey, legs flailing wildly. In no time at all, she was on her hands and knees, still panting heavily as she presented herself to Brittany.
Maybe someday, she'd take the time to appreciate the sight, but right now was not that day. Brittany got to her knees, grabbed Santana's hips again, and thrust deep.
Santana immediately fell to her elbows, burying her face in the sheets. She gave another one of those crazy moans, spurring Brittany on. It took a while to get the rhythm right, but soon Brittany was thrusting hard and fast, pulling a grunt or moan out of Santana each time she bottomed out inside of her. For her part, Santana just tried to match Brittany stroke for stroke. She could feel another orgasm building inside of her, so big that it might kill her, and she didn't care. The indescribable fullness inside of her, the slap of her thighs against Brittany's and the hands on her hips, pulling her roughly backwards to meet every push, were almost more than she could take.
Brittany was actually listening so closely to the noises Santana was making that her own orgasm took her by surprise. She thrust erratically for a moment, grinding herself against the strap between her legs, before she took a deep breath and kept going. She began to speed up, and she could hear the difference immediately in Santana's voice.
"Mmm...ah...oh...oh!...OH!" Santana was getting close, she could tell, and finally Brittany reached around and thumbed at her clit. When she found it, she pinched it hard, and, with a groan that was ripped from deep inside her chest, Santana came so hard she blacked out for a little while.
When she awoke, she was sprawled loose-limbed on the bed, face down and ass up, and Brittany was worriedly checking her pulse.
"'mfine," she mumbled. She wanted to bat Brittany's hand away, but her arms and legs had mysteriously turned to rubber.
"Okay," Brittany said, still slightly dubious. She began to fumble at the straps around her waist. Santana watched with one eye, still enjoying the complete and utter relaxation in all of her muscles.
"Hey," Brittany said.
"Hey," Santana answered.
"You just came really hard."
"Shut up, Brittany."
Later, they sat at Santana's kitchen table, eating popcorn and (in Santana's case) shifting around to try and find a more comfortable way to sit on a bag of frozen peas.
"Y'know," Brittany said, breaking the companionable silence. "I really can't believe how hard you came from anal."
"Shut up, Brittany."
"Like, seriously. I'm gonna make a Glist, except instead of a Glist, it'll be 'The List of Things That Make Santana Come Mad Hard,' and number one would be 'Anal.'"
"I'm serious, Brittany. Knock it off."
"Okay. But next time, I want-"
"There's not gonna be a next time, Brittany."
"Okay, fine," Brittany said. Really, she thought to herself, Santana was such a difficult bottom, it was a good thing she was such an understanding top.
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