Fic: Talk Too Much (Part 2)
Title: Talk To Much (Part 2)
Author: Helion
Chapters:
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Continuation of my prompt fill for Glee Kink meme, though now it kinda runs off track of said prompt...
Warnings: Language, Smutty-sexytimes, blatant disregard of plot, mild Fin-bashing =D
Spoilers: None really. Names of characters in S2?
Disclaimer: If they were mine, we wouldn't NEED fanfiction. Also, Glee would prolly be on Showtime, because the places that my brain takes them are not FCC compatible.
A/N: Next part... might be slipping into some plot... we'll see...
Rachel wasn’t given much time to recover. She groaned as she felt Santana slide back up her body, still surprised that she managed to get Finn off the phone without him seeming too suspicious. Even more so, she was surprised that she was instantly aroused once more when the Latina started nipping her way back up the diva’s neck, pausing to pay special attention to her jaw just below her ear. Rachel moaned again, her hips twitching and thrusting up of their own accord, this time fully feeling the fake appendage that the other girl had hidden under her jeans.
“Wow, Berry. Your stamina is better than I expected.” Santana’s voice was hoarse with arousal as she grinded down on the smaller girl. “We should probably get out of here before your oaf of a boyfriend starts snooping around.”
Rachel shook her head. Santana’s jeans were providing just the right amount of friction against her throbbing need. She didn’t even know she could come twice and still want more, but she did know one thing, and that was that whatever happened she didn’t want Santana to stop.
“Don’t worry baby.” Santana chuckled at Rachel’s frantic head shake. “I’m not finished with you yet, and my parents are out of town.” She grinned and grinded down on Rachel yet again and the smaller girl whimpered and gripped her hips.
“No, I can feel it.” She groaned and Santana’s eyebrows shot up. She looked at Rachel and the girl did look quite desperate. Rachel’s hands went to Santana’s belt, undoing it and starting to work on her pants. “Don’t make me wait anymore San. Please.”
Santana smiled, proud of herself. She really couldn’t wait to see what Rachel’s face would look like while she was thrusting inside her, and the girl did want it. Besides, she really needed to get off before she fucking exploded.
That didn’t mean she was gonna pass up the opportunity to make sure she got what she wanted however. Santana was nothing if not determined, and after dealing with Brittany for years she was used to the female version of blue balls. She could wait just a little longer.
“Alright Berry.” She said, reaching down to help unbutton and zip her pants with the hand that wasn’t holding her up. Rachel groaned and helped her pull her jeans down as she continued, still speaking in the diva’s ear. “But only if you agree to a few conditions.”
Rachel looked up at her, panting and looking a little scared. Santana instantly felt a little bad (though not too much, she was Santana Lopez after all) and reached up with one hand and pushed the hair out of her girl’s eyes.
“Shhh, baby its nothing too bad. I’m not even going to insist you break up Frankin-Finn.” Rachel’s expression turned confused, then back to aroused when Santana grinded down on her again, this time with the strap-on released from its bindings. Both groaned. Santana reached down to finger the girls still rock hard clit lightly, causing her to moan and pant again as Santana leaned down to growl in her ear. “You know I want this, don’t you babe?”
Rachel nodded.
“Where do you want me?”
Rachel thrust her hips up, by way of telling her.
“No, baby, tell me.”
“Inside. Oh fuck, I want you inside so badly it hurts.” Rachel burst out. She was so aroused that she was almost willing to agree to anything at all as long as this kept happening. She whimpered when the Latina slipped a finger inside her, and started thrusting slowly, obviously getting her ready.
“And I wanna be inside you baby.” Santana growled. “So bad. Your walls feel so good around my fingers. I wish I had an actual dick to fuck you with, just so I could feel you around me.”
“Oh, god, me too.” Rachel was trying to keep her voice from breaking. “I need more San.”
“God I love it when you say my name.” Santana panted. She pulled her fingers out and positioned the large dildo at the diva’s entrance. “I want inside you so bad Rache, and believe me I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days. You have to agree to a few things first okay?”
Rachel nodded frantically, feeling the head of the toy at her entrance. Her clit throbbed and her insides clenched on nothing.
“First, I understand your need for your freak boyfriend. However, I come first.” She bit her lip to keep from laughing at the bad pun. Then Rachel twitched her hips up once more and she felt the insert on the strap-on rub against her clit. Santana pitched forward slightly, keeping herself from entering the girl. Just barely.
“Don’t do that again.” She ordered. “If you move before I’m all the way inside you, I’ll stop.” Rachel whimpered but nodded again. “Anyway, me first. That means, when I call or text you, even when your with him, if I want to fuck you, you find a way to get to me and make it happen. Got it?”
“Yes.” Rachel choked out. She was sure somewhere deep inside her that this was a bad idea, and also that she was somewhat thrilled over not having to give up the status Finn gave her. Right now though, she was more thrilled that Santana rewarded her by pushing inside, just the tiniest bit. Rachel let out an animal like sound and forced herself to stay still.
“Good girl.” Santana stroked her girl’s cheek. She knew she was going to get overly attached to this situation. Fortunately she also knew she was much better than Finn, in any department, so she had nothing to worry about. “Second, I don’t want any more of this taking care of yourself bullshit.” She bit the diva’s earlobe gently, causing another pained sound, and looked her in the eye. “You too hot for that. You’re not allowed to touch yourself unless I can see you, hear you, or I’m texting you. Understand baby?”
Another nod, followed by more animalistic sounds as she slid another inch of the eight inch dildo into the girl below her. Santana was trying hard not to just pound away at the girl now, the look on Rachel’s face and her noises alone having Santana nearly at the edge.
“That includes, by the way, just after Finnocence has left you all hot and bothered.” Rachel looked alarmed. She was also actively moaning quietly now. “I want you to remember that no one but me can make you feel this amazing. I want you to find me and I’ll finish the job for you, Berry. Cuz this pussy? Its mine, and I’ll take any chance to taste it, fill it and fuck it that I get.” Switching back to use of her last name was calculated, Rachel was sure, but she didn’t care. As soon as the words. “Oh… God… yes, anything, Santana. Just fuck me already.” Left her mouth Santana was fully inside her, both of them groaning at the contact.
“Uhn… how do I feel baby? Cuz you feel amazing. I can feel your walls clenching, you’re so tight.” And she could. Santana held back a groan Rachel’s muscles actually managing to move the dildo just enough that she felt the clit insert hitting her just right. God, she knew she chose right when decided to go after Berry. “Tell me, baby. I wanna hear everything I’m doing to you.” She pulled out and thrust again, this time slowly but with more power.
“I-its so… full.” The smaller girl whimpered. Wrapped an arm around the Latina’s back, crying out as another slow, powerful thrust hit her just right.
“What’s full baby?” She sped her thrusts up just a little, enough to have a nice rhythm going. Santana was panting and Rachel was thrusting up to meet her now, a look of absolute bliss on her face.
“Ugh… my…” Rachel moaned, shaking as the strap-on hit a spot inside her. “Oh fuck.”
“Talk to me Rache.” Santana panted, knowing how hard it was for the girl to form sentences at the moment, but making sure that Rachel knew, without a doubt, who was filling her right then.
“I’m soooo… oh… so full San-uh… I-I can feel you, oh god deeper please!” Rachel groaned. She swore the cheerleader’s thrusts were already hitting her womb but she just couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck Rache… When we get back home I’m so fucking you doggie-style.”
Rachel nodded, pulling the Latina down for a kiss. Santana deepened her thrusts as much as she could in their position. Their pace picked up as Santana finally lost it, thrusting in search of her own orgasm. She almost reached it when she felt the diva’s walls clench around the strap-on. Rachel let out a keening wail. When the girl recovered herself enough to realize Santana wasn’t stopping she groaned and threw her head back, opening her legs wider to accept the pounding she was receiving.
“Again.” Santana growled in her ear. Rachel groaned as her battered pussy received even more forceful thrusts. She didn’t think she could take another orgasm but it felt too good and Santana was determined to hear that sound again before she came. She reached down and flicked at the girls clit. Within a minute Rachel was shaking again, Santana hitting that perfect spot inside and outside with each thrust. Her world centered in around the throbbing in her core and the object plundering it. She could hear Santana’s panting moans and pulled the girl in for yet another heated, sloppy kiss. When they broke from it their eyes met and Rachel shuddered.
Santana forced herself to keep her eyes open as she exploded at the sound of Rachel’s fourth orgasm of the day, staring into the other girls eyes just made it all the more intense as she and Rachel shook and groaned. Rachel’s high pitched wail could once more be heard outside the car.
When they recovered enough to move and Santana managed to actually pull out of the little diva, to both their displeasure (“I don’t like it when you’re not inside me.” A spent Rachel had muttered) Santana managed to gather herself enough to pull her jeans up over her hips, leaving them unbuttoned and the strap-on hanging out of sheer exhaustion, and pulling Rachel’s clothing back in order. Slowly crawling into the driver’s seat (Rachel actually managed enough energy to get out and climb back in the front seat) the Latina managed to start the engine.
“So what do you think of my rules?” She asked, as they pulled out of the school parking lot. She was half expecting a diva rant, half expecting the brunette to just try to back out. What she got was a surprise.
“As long as we can continue those activities, I find myself quite content with them.”
When she looked over the cheerleader was met with a smirk to rival her own.
Author: Helion
Chapters:
Pairing: Rachel/Santana
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Continuation of my prompt fill for Glee Kink meme, though now it kinda runs off track of said prompt...
Warnings: Language, Smutty-sexytimes, blatant disregard of plot, mild Fin-bashing =D
Spoilers: None really. Names of characters in S2?
Disclaimer: If they were mine, we wouldn't NEED fanfiction. Also, Glee would prolly be on Showtime, because the places that my brain takes them are not FCC compatible.
A/N: Next part... might be slipping into some plot... we'll see...
Rachel wasn’t given much time to recover. She groaned as she felt Santana slide back up her body, still surprised that she managed to get Finn off the phone without him seeming too suspicious. Even more so, she was surprised that she was instantly aroused once more when the Latina started nipping her way back up the diva’s neck, pausing to pay special attention to her jaw just below her ear. Rachel moaned again, her hips twitching and thrusting up of their own accord, this time fully feeling the fake appendage that the other girl had hidden under her jeans.
“Wow, Berry. Your stamina is better than I expected.” Santana’s voice was hoarse with arousal as she grinded down on the smaller girl. “We should probably get out of here before your oaf of a boyfriend starts snooping around.”
Rachel shook her head. Santana’s jeans were providing just the right amount of friction against her throbbing need. She didn’t even know she could come twice and still want more, but she did know one thing, and that was that whatever happened she didn’t want Santana to stop.
“Don’t worry baby.” Santana chuckled at Rachel’s frantic head shake. “I’m not finished with you yet, and my parents are out of town.” She grinned and grinded down on Rachel yet again and the smaller girl whimpered and gripped her hips.
“No, I can feel it.” She groaned and Santana’s eyebrows shot up. She looked at Rachel and the girl did look quite desperate. Rachel’s hands went to Santana’s belt, undoing it and starting to work on her pants. “Don’t make me wait anymore San. Please.”
Santana smiled, proud of herself. She really couldn’t wait to see what Rachel’s face would look like while she was thrusting inside her, and the girl did want it. Besides, she really needed to get off before she fucking exploded.
That didn’t mean she was gonna pass up the opportunity to make sure she got what she wanted however. Santana was nothing if not determined, and after dealing with Brittany for years she was used to the female version of blue balls. She could wait just a little longer.
“Alright Berry.” She said, reaching down to help unbutton and zip her pants with the hand that wasn’t holding her up. Rachel groaned and helped her pull her jeans down as she continued, still speaking in the diva’s ear. “But only if you agree to a few conditions.”
Rachel looked up at her, panting and looking a little scared. Santana instantly felt a little bad (though not too much, she was Santana Lopez after all) and reached up with one hand and pushed the hair out of her girl’s eyes.
“Shhh, baby its nothing too bad. I’m not even going to insist you break up Frankin-Finn.” Rachel’s expression turned confused, then back to aroused when Santana grinded down on her again, this time with the strap-on released from its bindings. Both groaned. Santana reached down to finger the girls still rock hard clit lightly, causing her to moan and pant again as Santana leaned down to growl in her ear. “You know I want this, don’t you babe?”
Rachel nodded.
“Where do you want me?”
Rachel thrust her hips up, by way of telling her.
“No, baby, tell me.”
“Inside. Oh fuck, I want you inside so badly it hurts.” Rachel burst out. She was so aroused that she was almost willing to agree to anything at all as long as this kept happening. She whimpered when the Latina slipped a finger inside her, and started thrusting slowly, obviously getting her ready.
“And I wanna be inside you baby.” Santana growled. “So bad. Your walls feel so good around my fingers. I wish I had an actual dick to fuck you with, just so I could feel you around me.”
“Oh, god, me too.” Rachel was trying to keep her voice from breaking. “I need more San.”
“God I love it when you say my name.” Santana panted. She pulled her fingers out and positioned the large dildo at the diva’s entrance. “I want inside you so bad Rache, and believe me I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days. You have to agree to a few things first okay?”
Rachel nodded frantically, feeling the head of the toy at her entrance. Her clit throbbed and her insides clenched on nothing.
“First, I understand your need for your freak boyfriend. However, I come first.” She bit her lip to keep from laughing at the bad pun. Then Rachel twitched her hips up once more and she felt the insert on the strap-on rub against her clit. Santana pitched forward slightly, keeping herself from entering the girl. Just barely.
“Don’t do that again.” She ordered. “If you move before I’m all the way inside you, I’ll stop.” Rachel whimpered but nodded again. “Anyway, me first. That means, when I call or text you, even when your with him, if I want to fuck you, you find a way to get to me and make it happen. Got it?”
“Yes.” Rachel choked out. She was sure somewhere deep inside her that this was a bad idea, and also that she was somewhat thrilled over not having to give up the status Finn gave her. Right now though, she was more thrilled that Santana rewarded her by pushing inside, just the tiniest bit. Rachel let out an animal like sound and forced herself to stay still.
“Good girl.” Santana stroked her girl’s cheek. She knew she was going to get overly attached to this situation. Fortunately she also knew she was much better than Finn, in any department, so she had nothing to worry about. “Second, I don’t want any more of this taking care of yourself bullshit.” She bit the diva’s earlobe gently, causing another pained sound, and looked her in the eye. “You too hot for that. You’re not allowed to touch yourself unless I can see you, hear you, or I’m texting you. Understand baby?”
Another nod, followed by more animalistic sounds as she slid another inch of the eight inch dildo into the girl below her. Santana was trying hard not to just pound away at the girl now, the look on Rachel’s face and her noises alone having Santana nearly at the edge.
“That includes, by the way, just after Finnocence has left you all hot and bothered.” Rachel looked alarmed. She was also actively moaning quietly now. “I want you to remember that no one but me can make you feel this amazing. I want you to find me and I’ll finish the job for you, Berry. Cuz this pussy? Its mine, and I’ll take any chance to taste it, fill it and fuck it that I get.” Switching back to use of her last name was calculated, Rachel was sure, but she didn’t care. As soon as the words. “Oh… God… yes, anything, Santana. Just fuck me already.” Left her mouth Santana was fully inside her, both of them groaning at the contact.
“Uhn… how do I feel baby? Cuz you feel amazing. I can feel your walls clenching, you’re so tight.” And she could. Santana held back a groan Rachel’s muscles actually managing to move the dildo just enough that she felt the clit insert hitting her just right. God, she knew she chose right when decided to go after Berry. “Tell me, baby. I wanna hear everything I’m doing to you.” She pulled out and thrust again, this time slowly but with more power.
“I-its so… full.” The smaller girl whimpered. Wrapped an arm around the Latina’s back, crying out as another slow, powerful thrust hit her just right.
“What’s full baby?” She sped her thrusts up just a little, enough to have a nice rhythm going. Santana was panting and Rachel was thrusting up to meet her now, a look of absolute bliss on her face.
“Ugh… my…” Rachel moaned, shaking as the strap-on hit a spot inside her. “Oh fuck.”
“Talk to me Rache.” Santana panted, knowing how hard it was for the girl to form sentences at the moment, but making sure that Rachel knew, without a doubt, who was filling her right then.
“I’m soooo… oh… so full San-uh… I-I can feel you, oh god deeper please!” Rachel groaned. She swore the cheerleader’s thrusts were already hitting her womb but she just couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck Rache… When we get back home I’m so fucking you doggie-style.”
Rachel nodded, pulling the Latina down for a kiss. Santana deepened her thrusts as much as she could in their position. Their pace picked up as Santana finally lost it, thrusting in search of her own orgasm. She almost reached it when she felt the diva’s walls clench around the strap-on. Rachel let out a keening wail. When the girl recovered herself enough to realize Santana wasn’t stopping she groaned and threw her head back, opening her legs wider to accept the pounding she was receiving.
“Again.” Santana growled in her ear. Rachel groaned as her battered pussy received even more forceful thrusts. She didn’t think she could take another orgasm but it felt too good and Santana was determined to hear that sound again before she came. She reached down and flicked at the girls clit. Within a minute Rachel was shaking again, Santana hitting that perfect spot inside and outside with each thrust. Her world centered in around the throbbing in her core and the object plundering it. She could hear Santana’s panting moans and pulled the girl in for yet another heated, sloppy kiss. When they broke from it their eyes met and Rachel shuddered.
Santana forced herself to keep her eyes open as she exploded at the sound of Rachel’s fourth orgasm of the day, staring into the other girls eyes just made it all the more intense as she and Rachel shook and groaned. Rachel’s high pitched wail could once more be heard outside the car.
When they recovered enough to move and Santana managed to actually pull out of the little diva, to both their displeasure (“I don’t like it when you’re not inside me.” A spent Rachel had muttered) Santana managed to gather herself enough to pull her jeans up over her hips, leaving them unbuttoned and the strap-on hanging out of sheer exhaustion, and pulling Rachel’s clothing back in order. Slowly crawling into the driver’s seat (Rachel actually managed enough energy to get out and climb back in the front seat) the Latina managed to start the engine.
“So what do you think of my rules?” She asked, as they pulled out of the school parking lot. She was half expecting a diva rant, half expecting the brunette to just try to back out. What she got was a surprise.
“As long as we can continue those activities, I find myself quite content with them.”
When she looked over the cheerleader was met with a smirk to rival her own.