The Bet
Title: The Bet
Author: Stargirl888
Word Count: Approx 2000
Spoilers: None really
Pairing: Santana/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
WARNINGS: Hmm, do you need a warning for anal and language on an NC-17 fic???
Summary: Fill for this prompt
Santana is being extra bitchy to Kurt about his sexuality and general existence. She says something truly awful, your choice as to what. Similar to what she did to Rachel, she's trying to break him because he's different and she preys on the weak. They wind up making a bet on something, and Santana snidely says that if he wins, she'll blow him and take it up the ass in front of the whole glee club.
She loses. (and the angels laughed)
Santana doesn't expect him to collect because he's gay, but at the next keg party, Kurt demands that she pay up,and she honors the bet. It's consensual, but degrading: Kurt has her get on her knees in front of the glee club and give him head until he's hard, then he lubes her up and does the deed with a very turned on crowd watching.
If you want, make Kurt well hung. Maybe he gets her off, maybe he just uses her. Maybe she likes it more than she thought she would. Do with it what you will. Anything goes. Dirty talk, rough sex, whatever.
A/N: First Kurt/Santana fic but I think they’re fast becoming a new favourite of mine. This was written really quickly and hasn’t been beta’d so all mistakes are my own. Feedback is appreciated!
“Hey, homo explosion.” Santana called from her chair as Kurt and Merecedes entered the choir room. Instead of blowing off the coment like he normally did, Kurt turned to face her.
“You know Santana, “ he said, his clear voice echoing through the choir room and causing all the other kids to stop what they were doing to watch “I don’t know what your issue is that you think every time to see me you have to make some sort of a comment on my sexuality. It’s like you’re worried people will forget I’m gay or something.”
“Yeah, cuz that’ll happen,” Mecedes added sarcastically while Santana just watched Kurt with amused and appraising eyes.
“It’s got nothing to do with people forgetting you’re gay,” Santana replied matter of factly “but when I see a fag come my way I don’t see why I shouldn’t be allowed to say something about it.”
“Because it’s hurtful Santana.” Kurt practically shouted before pausing as a sudden idea entered his head. “But you know what, I don’t care because I know you can’t even stop yourself any more, it’s so much a part of who you are.”
“I can stop making the comments any time I want, I just choose not to.” Santana scoffed, crossing her arms.
“It’s fine Santana, I understand now.” Kurt waved his hands dismissivly, moving to take his seat.
“Look, I can choose to stop any time I want.” She hissed
“Prove it.” Kurt smirked, knowing he had her.
“What?”
“I’ll make you a bet,” Kurt proposed, sitting up straight and crossing his legs. “You can’t go a week without making some form of homophobic remark.”
“I can go a week.”
“So we have a deal then?”
“Fine,” Santana agreed, already so certain of her victory that she didn’t even wait to hear the terms.
“Okay then,” Kurt agreed “so if I loose I’ll let you take the next three solo’s,” there were a couple of gasps from the others, “and if you loose you will go tell Coach Sylvester it was you who broke her 1989 Nationals trophy.”
Santana just rolled her eyes “please, if I loose I’ll fucking blow you and take it up the ass in front of the entire glee club...barring Mr Schuester of course.”
“Deal.” Kurt agreed and they shook hands.
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It was the third day and Santana couldn’t believe how hard it was for her not to loose the bet. She ha d already almost slipped five times, only saving herself by changing what she was saying mid-word. It wasn’t that she was worried about the conditions of the bet - Kurt was a fucking pansy, there was no way he’d hold her to it, but it was the principal of the matter.
She managed to make it a whole five days before eventually cracking, and it wasn’t even one of her harsher insults. She had merely been walking down the corridor and had absentmindedly called Kurt ‘homo’ like she usually did.
After a second she realised what she had said and stopped mid stride to turn around and meet Kurts gaze.
“I guess you loose the bet.” He observed dryly. She waited a moment to see if he was going to say more, a tiny sliver of worry running through her as she waited to see if he would mention the terms but when he didn’t she merely rolled her eyes and walked away.
That should have been the end of it - Santana thought that was the end of it, until Mercedes end of term house party three days later....
She was lounging on the couch chatting to Brittany when she glanced over to see Kurt staring at her. They met each others eyes and Santana couldn’t understand the sudden thrill she got from what she saw there. After a moment Kurt broke the contact to down the rest of whatever was in his cup before standing up and making his way over to her.
“So Santana, time to make good on the terms of our agreement.” Santana did her best to keep her poker face on, merely raising one eyebrow while her heart discreetly hammered in her chest.
‘Kurt, in case you don’t remember, you’re gay.” Santana reminded him, though with less of an edge to her words than normal.
“Given that is the reason for this situation and your inability to let anyone forget, yes Santana, I think we’ve established that I am in fact gay.” He replied in a bored voice, drawing a few snickers from the other glee kids who were listening. “but I am also a normal functioning, healthy young male, so I see no reason why I will not respond to the physical stimulation your mouth will supply.”
Santana could see the challenge in his stance and speedily weighed up her options. She could back out, but then everyone would know she couldn’t follow through with the bargains she makes or she could just do it. Sucking him off she didn’t even worry about considering - she had done it to countless guys, many times in front of other people, but letting Kurt take her anally was another issue. Physically she wasn’t too concerned - she had taken Puck up the ass before and he was by no means small, and at least half to three quaters of the the club had seen her naked at some point in time, besides, she wasn’t embarrassed about her body and sure it’d be humiliating, but this was just the glee club and most of them went through humiliating ordeals every other day - nothing like this, but still. The final thing that sold it for her though was not, the sudden wetness she was feeling in her panties but the look Kurt was giving her.
“Fine.” She agreed, downing the rest of her drink before grabbing Brittany’s cup from her hand and drinking that too before standing and waiting for Kurt to make the next move.
“Huh,” he was genuinely surprised by her agreement “Well I guess I’ll finally get to find out if your mouth is good for something other than insulting me.”
Her faced darkened so he wants to play it this way? She thought. Crossing the room in two strides she quickly captured his lips with her own in a rough and heated kiss. Both tongues battling for dominance, lips being bruised in the process and Santana abstractly wondered at how well Kurt was holding his own. His hands began to roughly grope her breasts and to her surprise she felt herself wavering under the onslaught, beginning to give in to him.
Breaking for air she continued to breathing heavily as he quickly removed her Cheerio top . She moaned embarrassingly loud as he began to pinch and tweak her nipples, all thoughts of their audience forgotten and her hands practically flying to his belt buckle.
“God Santana, you really are a slut.” He said harshly “Can’t wait to have my big gay cock in your mouth, Can you?”
“Fuck You.” She muttered, still intent on her task of removing his pants.
“No Santana, that’s what I’ll be doing to you though, the second you’ve got me hard enough. How do you feel about that, hmm?” he taunted, his eyes rolling back as she began to take him into her mouth “How do you feel knowing that thanks to your actions right now, in a few minutes I will be thrusting in and out of your tight little ass hole?”
Kurt wound his hands in her hair and began guiding her movements - not because she wasn’t doing an admirable job, but as another small show of dominance as he, quite literally, fucked her face.
Santana, for her part, was possibly more turned on than she had been in a very long time. Not many guys even had the balls to talk to her this way, no matter what she did with them, let alone try to control her movements. She still fought against his hold though, not quite willing to completely give in until a particularly hard buck of his hips almost choked her and she realised going along with it was probably her better option.
Kurt could feel himself getting close, and surprisingly dominating Santana was enough stimulus that he didn’t have to imagine her as a boy. With one final buck of his hips he pulled her off, not wanting to cum until he was in her ass.
“Take those off.” He instructed as she stood up, waving his hand towards her skirt and spankies. She hesitated for a moment while she glanced around to see the entire glee club watching with far too much interest in her opinion, all of the guys clearly sporting hard on’s, and Brittany unabashedly squirming about in her seat in an attempt to gain some friction., before deciding that if she was going to do this it she may as well give them a show, and so, smirking, she shimmied out of her clothes tauntingly slowly swaying her hips seductively while Kurt stepped out of his pants, retrieving a small bottle of lube from his pocket.
“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised a whore like you would enjoy the attention,” Kurt commented. “You probably get turned on by the thought of all these people watching you get your ass fucked by the schools ‘fairy’”
Santana failed to stifle a moan at his words as she moved to lean over the arm of the sofa.
“Oh no,” Kurt scoffed “I plan to fuck you on all fours like the bitch that you are.”
Santana sent him an incredulous look, not moving, prompting Kurt to stride over to her and deliver two firm smacks to her ass.
“I won the bet, I get to decide how we do this.”
Santana felt her whole body flush as she reluctantly but she complied, going to kneel on all fours in the centre of the room.
“Satisfied?” she asked, wiggling her ass playfully as he knelt down behind her.
“Very.” He replied smugly, giving her a few more smacks before squirting liberal amounts of lube around her puckered opening. Dipping one hand down between her legs to lightly toy with her clit to help her relax, he used he other to slowly enter her. Breathing heavily Santana focussed on not letting her body fight the intrusion.
Slowly he built up a steady rhythm, waiting for Santana to start rocking back to meet him before easing in a second finger, rotating and spreading them inside her, stretching her in preparation.
Santana let out a groan as he added the third, though more from impatience than anything else - most guys didn’t bother to take the time to prepare her this well (not that she didn’t appreciate the effort, she just wanted things to move along)
“Don’t complain yet Santana, I’m bigger than this.” Kurt goaded, misinterpreting the silence.
“I don’t care just hurry the fuck up!” Santana complained, only to receive another smack and Kurt slowing his movements down to a practically glacial pace.
“Kurt!”
“Okay, fine Santana - you want me to hurry up, you got it.”He retorted, suddenly angry at her attitude, when he had been trying to make it easier for her. So he quickly removed his fingers, thrusting his member deep within her.
Santana let out a mix between a moan and a shriek at the unexpectedness of it all, her arms giving way as she fell to her elbows. Kurt only paused momentarily to give her a chance to adjust, before setting a punishing pace.
With all the build-up it didn’t take long for Kurt to find his release, his manicured nails digging into her hips, not long enough to do more than leave small cresents in her skin as he practically collapsed on top of her.
“You gotta be kidding me!” Santana shouted when she felt him withdrawing and glanced behind her, ass still in the air, to find him climbing back into his pants with no apparent intention of helping her get off.
“Tonight wasn’t about you getting off and you’ve never once devoted so much as one second of your time to making me feel good so I don’t see why I should do it for you.” Kurt explained haughtily as he plopped tiredly onto the couch, seemingly oblivious to the ten other, highly aroused teenagers in the room.
“Fine, bets over, dues have been paid, whatever. Now I plan to make all this worthwhile.” Santana huffed, climbing to her feet before quickly grabbing Brittany’s arm and practically dragging the blond to an upstairs room.