That Time of the Month - Part 1
Title: That Time of the Month
Pairing: Brittany/Santana/Puck
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 1, probably.
Summary: For this prompt on the glee_kink_meme: Santana/Anyone, Period sex.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Author's Notes: You know, for claiming them as my OTP and favorite characters, I sure do make Brittany and Santana do some crazy, kinky shit.
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They were all sitting on the floor of Puck's room, and they were supposed to be studying for the U.S. History test the next day. That was the story, and he was sticking to it. In reality, though, Brittany was drawing what looked like a robot unicorn across an entire page of her binder, Santana had been staring blankly at the same paragraph in the textbook for about 15 minutes, and Puck was trying to slowly inch his way further to the left so he could get a clear shot with a paper football down Brittany's shirt.
Finally, Santana sat back with a sigh and reached into her bag. Puck knew that he had to broach the subject on his mind with as much delicacy as possible, so as not to turn them off.
"Got any condoms in there?"
Except subtlety wasn't exactly his strong point. But hey, at least the idea was out there now.
Brittany turned to him with that look of dazed confusion on her face, but Santana simply sneered. "Fuck off, Puckerman."
Well, that was way harsh. Besides, they had made out in front of him before, was having a threesome really that far off? He decided to push his luck. "Haven't you ever wanted to have a threesome before?"
Santana shot a look at Brittany that even he could tell meant 'back me up here,' but Brittany just shrugged. "I'm up for it."
"No." Santana shook her head firmly. Her hands were still buried in her bag, and she started to root around in there again. "No way. Not right now."
"What? I told you, my mom's not gonna be home until late, she's got that parent-teacher thing with my sister."
"No, I mean..." Santana trailed off. She finally emerged from her bag, clapped her hand to her mouth, and then took a long sip of whatever was in her Cheerios water bottle. She made a face and continued. "Just not right now, alright? Jesus."
"You poppin' pills now, Lopez? Need me to go get a pamphlet from the guidance counselor?"
"Fuck off," Santana hissed again. "Leave me the fuck alone."
Puck recoiled slightly from the force of distaste in her voice. "Damn girl, what's the matter with you?" Brittany nodded, looking as confused as ever.
"What, you really wanna know?" Brittany and Puck nodded, and Santana sighed. "It's just a bad time, alright?" They still looked blank. "You know...a bad time." Still no reaction. "It's the first day."
What, of the rest of his life? It was a Wednesday, the 17th...middle of spring...he wasn't getting it. Santana could clearly see the other two's befuddlement, so she finally clarified, ducking her head. "I'm on my period, idiot."
Oh. "Okaaay.....?" he said. He still didn't see the problem here.
"What do you mean, okay? There is blood seeping out of my vagina. There is nothing okay about this. This is a really bad time."
Puck exchanged a look with Brittany, and he could see that for once in the 12 years he'd known her, they were actually thinking the exact same thing: There was never a bad time to have sex with Santana.
Brittany turned to Santana, her normally glazed look replaced with one of hunger. "S," she said. "Go take your tampon out."
Santana had seen the look the other two had given each other, but she was apparently having none of it. "What? No. Ew. No. That's gross, Brittany. Ugh. No. Ew. Ugh. That's disgusting. Ew."
They waited until she had cycled through a few more times. Finally, Puck interrupted the third iteration of 'that's gross.' "Seriously, go take it out."
"Are you for real?" Santana asked, her voice almost squeaking on the last syllable.
Puck and Brittany shared another glance, then turned to her and nodded.
"I...God, this is so...I mean...fine. Fine. Just get some towels or something, okay?" she said, sighing.
Puck and Brittany nodded at her furiously. Santana sighed again and stood up. They waited until they could hear the bathroom door close, then turned to each other.
"You get the stuff off the floor and I'll get the towels," Puck said all in one breath, and Brittany nodded so fast her ponytail whipped around.
He dashed out of the room as she started to sweep all of their school stuff into a pile. His mom had a bunch of old pool towels squirreled away somewhere, because she hated to throw things away, even when they were all stained and bleached and unraveling. She would never know they were gone.
By the time the toilet flushed, Puck and Brittany had cleared the floor and had several raggedy-looking towels spread over the rug. They were sitting cross-legged next to each other, staring at the door and breathless with excitement. Santana paused in the doorway, shifting uncomfortably. She had taken off her skirt and was left in her uniform top and panties.
Brittany waved her closer, and Satana took a deep breath, steeled herself, and crossed the room to kneel in front of the other girl. Her knees had barely hit the floor before Brittany grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in for a deep kiss.
Santana moaned softly when the other girl's tongue swept through her mouth, then moaned again when she felt large hands slip under her shirt. Puck had scooted around so that he was kneeling behind her. He trailed his fingers lightly along her stomach, making her shiver and tense, before he slid his hands up to cup her breasts and she moaned loudly. He paused and even Brittany pulled away with a slight 'pop,' her hands still cupping Santana's face.
"Wow, S. What's up with that?"
Her face flushed, Santana refused to look the other girl in the eye. "I...my breasts are always more sensitive right now. It's weird."
Puck and Brittany exchanged a disbelieving look over Santana's shoulder. 'Weird' was probably the exact opposite of how they would classify this.
"Would you two stop doing that? It's really starting to freak me out."
Without answering, Puck started to pull Santana's shirt up and off of her. When her tousled head emerged, it was to the sight of the other two staring in awe at her chest. Looking down, she could see that her breasts were almost spilling out of the normally well-fitted cups. She resisted the urge to cross her arms, which would only compound the problem.
"They get all swollen, too. It's a little-"
Brittany swooped in for another kiss, cutting her off. "This is so hot," she said when she pulled away. "I wish you could have your period boobs all month long."
"Me too," said Puck, scooting around in front of her again and reaching out to palm a breast. Santana took a deep breath, pushing her chest into his hand. He pinched at her nipple through the cloth and she whimpered. Brittany quickly undid Santana's bra, latching on to a nipple as soon as it was free. Puck followed suit, gently running his teeth over her nipple before laving at it with his tongue.
"I...God! Jesus, you guys..." Santana gasped. She clutched at both of their heads as they suckled hard at her breasts. In a matter of seconds, her hips were slowly rolling forward as she fought for more friction. Puck slid his hand down her stomach and dipped it below the waistband of her panties. Santana gasped again, rocking herself towards his hand. He slid his finger along her slit, gathering some of the slick moisture there, then pulled his hand out, sitting up to get a better look.
His middle finger was bright red at the tip, coated in Santana's blood. He looked at her for a second, saw that she was completely enthralled with Brittany, and delicately licked the tip of his finger. It was salty, not really that different from the way girls tasted usually, but with a strange coppery aftertaste.
Brittany sat up and looked around, slightly dazed. When she saw what Puck was doing, she immediately reached out and took his hand in hers. She met his eyes and, never breaking that contact, brought his hand to her mouth and began to suckle at his finger. He could feel how hard he was, his erection straining against his jeans almost painfully, and it only got harder as Brittany let him go and licked her lips.
He and Brittany looked over at Santana, who was leaning back on her hands and panting heavily, her face and neck flushed and her breasts shiny and wet. They met each other's eyes again and nodded. Puck stood and circled around behind Santana, taking his shirt off as he went, and Brittany pulled the other girl in for another heavy kiss. When Brittany started to lick and bite her way down Santana's neck and chest, Santana fell backwards into Puck's waiting hands. Sliding his hands under her arms, he began to knead and tweak her breasts from behind.
Santana moaned at the contact, then moaned again as Brittany began to nibble at the skin under her navel. "God, Britt, just...please..."
Brittany hooked her fingers in the waistband of Santana's panties and, painfully slowly, pulled them down. From his position over Santana's head, Puck could see the bright red stain on the little napkin inside. A slightly musky scent filled the air, heavier and richer than what he normally thought of as a girl's aroused smell. Brittany ducked her head between Santana's legs and whatever she did drew a groan from the other girl.
Sitting up again, Brittany grabbed the back of Puck's head and pulled him in for a kiss over Santana's shoulder. When her lips parted, he was met with the taste of blood on her tongue. He could feel a little dribbling down his chin and he almost started grinding against Santana's back, just to get some relief. Brittany pulled away from him, then ducked down to give Santana the same treatment. He could see her eyes widen, then slide shut at the taste of her own blood and arousal.
Brittany pulled back and smacked her lips, then looked thoughtful for a moment. "It tastes like how pennies smell," she finally decided. Puck and Santana nodded. "I like it." She nodded firmly, and the other two made noises of agreement. Seemingly satisfied, she bent back down, slung the other girl's legs over her shoulders, and got back to work.
Santana gasped and moaned, clutching at Brittany's head. With trembling fingers, she pulled the scrunchie out of her hair and wove her fingers through blonde locks, trying to pull Brittany even closer. Brittany reached up and placed a hand on Santana's stomach, pressing down to stop the other girl from thrusting at her face too hard, and Puck could see her other hand sliding in and out under her chin, rapidly becoming covered in blood.
With a groan, Puck closed his eyes. There was an idea running through his head (They've done this before, enough times to know exactly what to do.), and acknowledging it would just be way too much. He tried to stop his hips from rocking against the small of Santana's back; he didn't want to pull a Finn here. Instead, he concentrated on pulling and twisting Santana's nipples in his fingers. He started placing little kisses and nips on her shoulders and the back of her neck, and he could hear her breathing getting faster and faster.
Throwing one hand over her shoulder, Santana grabbed his arm and held so tightly, he could feel her nails digging into his skin. He opened his eyes in time to see her back arch and her head loll. She groaned, long and low in the back of her throat, and he could see her thighs clenching around Brittany's shoulders.
Brittany drew it out until Santana was whimpering for her to stop, then finally sat up again with a smug smile on her face. There was blood smeared on her cheeks and trickling down her chin. Puck and Santana grabbed for her at the same time, and both of them began to lick and kiss her face clean.
Puck pulled back to stand and yank down his jeans and boxers, and by the time he looked up, Santana had Brittany's shirt and bra pushed up and her face buried in the other girl's chest. Brittany's face was that perfect mix of confusion and pleasure, her mouth hanging open as she panted and moaned. He reached out with one hand and gently pushed on her shoulder. She slowly toppled backwards, her shoulders hitting the floor with a solid thud. Santana followed her down, still attacking her breasts and sliding one knee between Brittany's legs, eliciting a loud gasp from the other girl.
From this angle, Santana was completely open to him. He could see the blood pooling at her entrance and smeared on the inside of her smooth, tan thighs. As he watched, a few drops fell, landing on Brittany's leg, the bright red a stark contrast to her pale skin. He couldn't take it anymore; he moved to his knees, grabbed Santana's hips, and thrust inside of her in one smooth movement.
Santana grunted and braced herself with one hand on either side of Brittany's head. Brittany writhed and moaned, trying to grind herself against Santana's knee. Puck pulled out and paused for a moment, looking down. His dick was now bright red, and his balls tightened a little at the sight of himself, completely coated in blood. He looked at Santana and saw that his actions had pushed some of the blood inside of her out, where it was sliding down her thighs and dripping onto Brittany. With a low groan, he thrust back in, making even more blood spill. She was hot and tight and even wetter than he had imagined, and he had to fight to suppress the tension he could feel building at the base of his spine. He wanted to make this last, wanted to feel more of that slick, wet blood on his dick.
Under him, Santana moaned and dropped to one elbow, using her other hand to flip Brittany's skirt up and slide inside her panties. Brittany gasped, her eyes opening wide, and then squeezing shut. She grabbed at Santana's hips, her hands tangling with Puck's. Every time he moved inside Santana, she did something to Brittany to make her moan, until it felt like he was fucking both girls at the same time. He sped up the pace at that thought, moving one hand from Santana's side to her shoulder, pushing her into Brittany.
For one wild second, Puck suddenly remembered playing Never Have I Ever with the club a little while ago, and how wide their collective eyes had gotten when the two girls under him had lost within the first five rounds of things turning sexual. He bit back a laugh at the thought. Like they needed another way to shock those kids' sensibilities.
Santana yelped as Brittany started playing with her breasts again. That pressure inside was building to the breaking point, the heavy coil in her stomach winding tighter and tighter. With Puck behind her, pounding into her so hard his balls were slapping against her thighs, and Brittany under her, tweaking her nipples in just the right way, she didn't last much longer. Her fingers moved more frantically inside of Brittany as she finally reached the peak, gasping for breath as she rode out wave after wave of her orgasm. Brittany followed soon afterwards, her hands tightening almost painfully on Santana's breasts as she desperately ground down into the other girl's fingers.
The sight of both girls shaking and moaning under him was too much. Puck pulled out and took a second to appreciate the sight of Santana's muscles twitching, streams of blood dribbling down and almost completely coating the backs of her thighs. Then, with a few quick jerks, he came all over Santana's back.
Sighing, he let himself fall, sitting back and enjoying the last few spurts and aftershocks. In front of him, Santana's hips rocked against nothing for a few more seconds before she let herself collapse onto Brittany, who grunted at the sudden weight.
There were a few moments while everyone fought to catch their breath. Finally, just as Puck was eyeing the blood on his hand and wondering if it would still taste as good now that the moment was over, Santana spoke, her voice muffled in Brittany's neck.
"Hey, my cramps are gone."
Brittany laughed and pushed at Santana's shoulders until the other girl was sitting up, straddling her thigh. She looked down and seemed to notice the blood smeared all over her and Santana's legs for the first time. "Wow, that's a lot," she said. Santana looked guilty, and was opening her mouth to say something when the other girl continued, leaning close and stage-whispering in her ear. "I guess we'll have to take a shower and clean up."
There was only one thing a man could do in this situation. "I get to watch," Puck said.
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Part 2 here.
Pairing: Brittany/Santana/Puck
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 1, probably.
Summary: For this prompt on the glee_kink_meme: Santana/Anyone, Period sex.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Author's Notes: You know, for claiming them as my OTP and favorite characters, I sure do make Brittany and Santana do some crazy, kinky shit.
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They were all sitting on the floor of Puck's room, and they were supposed to be studying for the U.S. History test the next day. That was the story, and he was sticking to it. In reality, though, Brittany was drawing what looked like a robot unicorn across an entire page of her binder, Santana had been staring blankly at the same paragraph in the textbook for about 15 minutes, and Puck was trying to slowly inch his way further to the left so he could get a clear shot with a paper football down Brittany's shirt.
Finally, Santana sat back with a sigh and reached into her bag. Puck knew that he had to broach the subject on his mind with as much delicacy as possible, so as not to turn them off.
"Got any condoms in there?"
Except subtlety wasn't exactly his strong point. But hey, at least the idea was out there now.
Brittany turned to him with that look of dazed confusion on her face, but Santana simply sneered. "Fuck off, Puckerman."
Well, that was way harsh. Besides, they had made out in front of him before, was having a threesome really that far off? He decided to push his luck. "Haven't you ever wanted to have a threesome before?"
Santana shot a look at Brittany that even he could tell meant 'back me up here,' but Brittany just shrugged. "I'm up for it."
"No." Santana shook her head firmly. Her hands were still buried in her bag, and she started to root around in there again. "No way. Not right now."
"What? I told you, my mom's not gonna be home until late, she's got that parent-teacher thing with my sister."
"No, I mean..." Santana trailed off. She finally emerged from her bag, clapped her hand to her mouth, and then took a long sip of whatever was in her Cheerios water bottle. She made a face and continued. "Just not right now, alright? Jesus."
"You poppin' pills now, Lopez? Need me to go get a pamphlet from the guidance counselor?"
"Fuck off," Santana hissed again. "Leave me the fuck alone."
Puck recoiled slightly from the force of distaste in her voice. "Damn girl, what's the matter with you?" Brittany nodded, looking as confused as ever.
"What, you really wanna know?" Brittany and Puck nodded, and Santana sighed. "It's just a bad time, alright?" They still looked blank. "You know...a bad time." Still no reaction. "It's the first day."
What, of the rest of his life? It was a Wednesday, the 17th...middle of spring...he wasn't getting it. Santana could clearly see the other two's befuddlement, so she finally clarified, ducking her head. "I'm on my period, idiot."
Oh. "Okaaay.....?" he said. He still didn't see the problem here.
"What do you mean, okay? There is blood seeping out of my vagina. There is nothing okay about this. This is a really bad time."
Puck exchanged a look with Brittany, and he could see that for once in the 12 years he'd known her, they were actually thinking the exact same thing: There was never a bad time to have sex with Santana.
Brittany turned to Santana, her normally glazed look replaced with one of hunger. "S," she said. "Go take your tampon out."
Santana had seen the look the other two had given each other, but she was apparently having none of it. "What? No. Ew. No. That's gross, Brittany. Ugh. No. Ew. Ugh. That's disgusting. Ew."
They waited until she had cycled through a few more times. Finally, Puck interrupted the third iteration of 'that's gross.' "Seriously, go take it out."
"Are you for real?" Santana asked, her voice almost squeaking on the last syllable.
Puck and Brittany shared another glance, then turned to her and nodded.
"I...God, this is so...I mean...fine. Fine. Just get some towels or something, okay?" she said, sighing.
Puck and Brittany nodded at her furiously. Santana sighed again and stood up. They waited until they could hear the bathroom door close, then turned to each other.
"You get the stuff off the floor and I'll get the towels," Puck said all in one breath, and Brittany nodded so fast her ponytail whipped around.
He dashed out of the room as she started to sweep all of their school stuff into a pile. His mom had a bunch of old pool towels squirreled away somewhere, because she hated to throw things away, even when they were all stained and bleached and unraveling. She would never know they were gone.
By the time the toilet flushed, Puck and Brittany had cleared the floor and had several raggedy-looking towels spread over the rug. They were sitting cross-legged next to each other, staring at the door and breathless with excitement. Santana paused in the doorway, shifting uncomfortably. She had taken off her skirt and was left in her uniform top and panties.
Brittany waved her closer, and Satana took a deep breath, steeled herself, and crossed the room to kneel in front of the other girl. Her knees had barely hit the floor before Brittany grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in for a deep kiss.
Santana moaned softly when the other girl's tongue swept through her mouth, then moaned again when she felt large hands slip under her shirt. Puck had scooted around so that he was kneeling behind her. He trailed his fingers lightly along her stomach, making her shiver and tense, before he slid his hands up to cup her breasts and she moaned loudly. He paused and even Brittany pulled away with a slight 'pop,' her hands still cupping Santana's face.
"Wow, S. What's up with that?"
Her face flushed, Santana refused to look the other girl in the eye. "I...my breasts are always more sensitive right now. It's weird."
Puck and Brittany exchanged a disbelieving look over Santana's shoulder. 'Weird' was probably the exact opposite of how they would classify this.
"Would you two stop doing that? It's really starting to freak me out."
Without answering, Puck started to pull Santana's shirt up and off of her. When her tousled head emerged, it was to the sight of the other two staring in awe at her chest. Looking down, she could see that her breasts were almost spilling out of the normally well-fitted cups. She resisted the urge to cross her arms, which would only compound the problem.
"They get all swollen, too. It's a little-"
Brittany swooped in for another kiss, cutting her off. "This is so hot," she said when she pulled away. "I wish you could have your period boobs all month long."
"Me too," said Puck, scooting around in front of her again and reaching out to palm a breast. Santana took a deep breath, pushing her chest into his hand. He pinched at her nipple through the cloth and she whimpered. Brittany quickly undid Santana's bra, latching on to a nipple as soon as it was free. Puck followed suit, gently running his teeth over her nipple before laving at it with his tongue.
"I...God! Jesus, you guys..." Santana gasped. She clutched at both of their heads as they suckled hard at her breasts. In a matter of seconds, her hips were slowly rolling forward as she fought for more friction. Puck slid his hand down her stomach and dipped it below the waistband of her panties. Santana gasped again, rocking herself towards his hand. He slid his finger along her slit, gathering some of the slick moisture there, then pulled his hand out, sitting up to get a better look.
His middle finger was bright red at the tip, coated in Santana's blood. He looked at her for a second, saw that she was completely enthralled with Brittany, and delicately licked the tip of his finger. It was salty, not really that different from the way girls tasted usually, but with a strange coppery aftertaste.
Brittany sat up and looked around, slightly dazed. When she saw what Puck was doing, she immediately reached out and took his hand in hers. She met his eyes and, never breaking that contact, brought his hand to her mouth and began to suckle at his finger. He could feel how hard he was, his erection straining against his jeans almost painfully, and it only got harder as Brittany let him go and licked her lips.
He and Brittany looked over at Santana, who was leaning back on her hands and panting heavily, her face and neck flushed and her breasts shiny and wet. They met each other's eyes again and nodded. Puck stood and circled around behind Santana, taking his shirt off as he went, and Brittany pulled the other girl in for another heavy kiss. When Brittany started to lick and bite her way down Santana's neck and chest, Santana fell backwards into Puck's waiting hands. Sliding his hands under her arms, he began to knead and tweak her breasts from behind.
Santana moaned at the contact, then moaned again as Brittany began to nibble at the skin under her navel. "God, Britt, just...please..."
Brittany hooked her fingers in the waistband of Santana's panties and, painfully slowly, pulled them down. From his position over Santana's head, Puck could see the bright red stain on the little napkin inside. A slightly musky scent filled the air, heavier and richer than what he normally thought of as a girl's aroused smell. Brittany ducked her head between Santana's legs and whatever she did drew a groan from the other girl.
Sitting up again, Brittany grabbed the back of Puck's head and pulled him in for a kiss over Santana's shoulder. When her lips parted, he was met with the taste of blood on her tongue. He could feel a little dribbling down his chin and he almost started grinding against Santana's back, just to get some relief. Brittany pulled away from him, then ducked down to give Santana the same treatment. He could see her eyes widen, then slide shut at the taste of her own blood and arousal.
Brittany pulled back and smacked her lips, then looked thoughtful for a moment. "It tastes like how pennies smell," she finally decided. Puck and Santana nodded. "I like it." She nodded firmly, and the other two made noises of agreement. Seemingly satisfied, she bent back down, slung the other girl's legs over her shoulders, and got back to work.
Santana gasped and moaned, clutching at Brittany's head. With trembling fingers, she pulled the scrunchie out of her hair and wove her fingers through blonde locks, trying to pull Brittany even closer. Brittany reached up and placed a hand on Santana's stomach, pressing down to stop the other girl from thrusting at her face too hard, and Puck could see her other hand sliding in and out under her chin, rapidly becoming covered in blood.
With a groan, Puck closed his eyes. There was an idea running through his head (They've done this before, enough times to know exactly what to do.), and acknowledging it would just be way too much. He tried to stop his hips from rocking against the small of Santana's back; he didn't want to pull a Finn here. Instead, he concentrated on pulling and twisting Santana's nipples in his fingers. He started placing little kisses and nips on her shoulders and the back of her neck, and he could hear her breathing getting faster and faster.
Throwing one hand over her shoulder, Santana grabbed his arm and held so tightly, he could feel her nails digging into his skin. He opened his eyes in time to see her back arch and her head loll. She groaned, long and low in the back of her throat, and he could see her thighs clenching around Brittany's shoulders.
Brittany drew it out until Santana was whimpering for her to stop, then finally sat up again with a smug smile on her face. There was blood smeared on her cheeks and trickling down her chin. Puck and Santana grabbed for her at the same time, and both of them began to lick and kiss her face clean.
Puck pulled back to stand and yank down his jeans and boxers, and by the time he looked up, Santana had Brittany's shirt and bra pushed up and her face buried in the other girl's chest. Brittany's face was that perfect mix of confusion and pleasure, her mouth hanging open as she panted and moaned. He reached out with one hand and gently pushed on her shoulder. She slowly toppled backwards, her shoulders hitting the floor with a solid thud. Santana followed her down, still attacking her breasts and sliding one knee between Brittany's legs, eliciting a loud gasp from the other girl.
From this angle, Santana was completely open to him. He could see the blood pooling at her entrance and smeared on the inside of her smooth, tan thighs. As he watched, a few drops fell, landing on Brittany's leg, the bright red a stark contrast to her pale skin. He couldn't take it anymore; he moved to his knees, grabbed Santana's hips, and thrust inside of her in one smooth movement.
Santana grunted and braced herself with one hand on either side of Brittany's head. Brittany writhed and moaned, trying to grind herself against Santana's knee. Puck pulled out and paused for a moment, looking down. His dick was now bright red, and his balls tightened a little at the sight of himself, completely coated in blood. He looked at Santana and saw that his actions had pushed some of the blood inside of her out, where it was sliding down her thighs and dripping onto Brittany. With a low groan, he thrust back in, making even more blood spill. She was hot and tight and even wetter than he had imagined, and he had to fight to suppress the tension he could feel building at the base of his spine. He wanted to make this last, wanted to feel more of that slick, wet blood on his dick.
Under him, Santana moaned and dropped to one elbow, using her other hand to flip Brittany's skirt up and slide inside her panties. Brittany gasped, her eyes opening wide, and then squeezing shut. She grabbed at Santana's hips, her hands tangling with Puck's. Every time he moved inside Santana, she did something to Brittany to make her moan, until it felt like he was fucking both girls at the same time. He sped up the pace at that thought, moving one hand from Santana's side to her shoulder, pushing her into Brittany.
For one wild second, Puck suddenly remembered playing Never Have I Ever with the club a little while ago, and how wide their collective eyes had gotten when the two girls under him had lost within the first five rounds of things turning sexual. He bit back a laugh at the thought. Like they needed another way to shock those kids' sensibilities.
Santana yelped as Brittany started playing with her breasts again. That pressure inside was building to the breaking point, the heavy coil in her stomach winding tighter and tighter. With Puck behind her, pounding into her so hard his balls were slapping against her thighs, and Brittany under her, tweaking her nipples in just the right way, she didn't last much longer. Her fingers moved more frantically inside of Brittany as she finally reached the peak, gasping for breath as she rode out wave after wave of her orgasm. Brittany followed soon afterwards, her hands tightening almost painfully on Santana's breasts as she desperately ground down into the other girl's fingers.
The sight of both girls shaking and moaning under him was too much. Puck pulled out and took a second to appreciate the sight of Santana's muscles twitching, streams of blood dribbling down and almost completely coating the backs of her thighs. Then, with a few quick jerks, he came all over Santana's back.
Sighing, he let himself fall, sitting back and enjoying the last few spurts and aftershocks. In front of him, Santana's hips rocked against nothing for a few more seconds before she let herself collapse onto Brittany, who grunted at the sudden weight.
There were a few moments while everyone fought to catch their breath. Finally, just as Puck was eyeing the blood on his hand and wondering if it would still taste as good now that the moment was over, Santana spoke, her voice muffled in Brittany's neck.
"Hey, my cramps are gone."
Brittany laughed and pushed at Santana's shoulders until the other girl was sitting up, straddling her thigh. She looked down and seemed to notice the blood smeared all over her and Santana's legs for the first time. "Wow, that's a lot," she said. Santana looked guilty, and was opening her mouth to say something when the other girl continued, leaning close and stage-whispering in her ear. "I guess we'll have to take a shower and clean up."
There was only one thing a man could do in this situation. "I get to watch," Puck said.
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Part 2 here.