Tell Me What to Do, chapter six
Title: Tell Me What To Do
Fandom: Glee: Brittana (Brittany Pierce /Santana Lopez)
Disclaimer: I do not own or mean to offend. Making no money.
Spoilers: None.
Warning: This fic is rated M or NC-17, depending on where you be. Rating for language, sexytimes, and some drug usage. Very light dom/sub play.
Summary: Santana is a derby girl and gets in her head to ask Brittany to dominate her. Beginning of a dom/sub relationship. This is my first try at Brittana, so I hope I do them justice. This chapter involves Santana's prolonged reaction to Brittany's domination. Total smut.
Feedback is love.
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
Chapter Six - Aftermath
Brittany’s eyes fluttered open and she lay in the dark, unmoving except for the steady rising and falling of her chest. What had woken her?
There was something- She was groggy and she couldn’t quite place the sound. She felt a rocking next to her on the bed, and she realized- Santana was crying.
Brittany lay still, listening. The rocking grew more insistent; Santana sounded positively distraught, her voice cracking, soft sobs wracking her body.
“San?” Brittany said quietly, and Santana stilled immediately, holding her breath. “San, I know you’re awake. I heard you.”
Brittany waited. Still, nothing.
Santana had never woken Brittany up crying in the middle of the night before, but if she had, Brittany would have held her immediately, never hesitating one moment to sooth her girlfriend, to offer comfort any way she knew how. Under the circumstances, Brittany worried that Santana was still dealing with her experiences from being dominated earlier in the day and she just wasn’t sure how to go about offering comfort now, when she herself had been the source of Santana’s panic.
“San, talk to me. Please.”
Brittany heard a sharp intake of breath and then, “Brittany.”
Wait. That doesn’t sound like San’s sad voice...
Brittany rolled on her side, facing Santana’s back. She scooted closer, pressing their bodies together and felt Santana flinch and stiffen. When she brought her hand up and traced delicate fingers up Santana’s bare arm to her shoulder, she heard an echo of the sob that had pulled her out of sleep.
“San, are you...?”
She let the question hang, trailed her hand back down Santana’s arm. She followed it all the way down, under the quilt, like she was moving to join their hands together. Santana lay frozen.
Brittany’s hand met Santana’s and her gasp matched her lover’s when she felt wiry hair and wetness.
“You’re touching yourself,” Brittany murmured.
Brittany waited. Finally, Santana nodded slightly.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“Are you mad?”
Brittany smiled, placed a tender kiss on a soft shoulder. “Do I sound mad?”
“No.”
Brittany tucked Santana’s hair behind her ear and kissed softly again.
Santana let out a shaky breath and said, “I just need- I need-” And then she was rubbing herself again, rocking into her own hand, small sobs and cries and sounds of desperation pouring from her, rumbling in her chest.
Brittany wrapped her arm securely around Santana’s stomach, pressed into her from behind, grinding her hips into Santana’s ass.
Brittany’s grinding unleashed Santana’s passion fully, and her cries of desperation and passion shook Brittany to her very being. Never in all their time together had she ever heard Santana sound like this. It was intense. It was raw. Brittany nearly felt like she was intruding. She poured everything she had into holding Santana and whispering love and encouragement into her ear
When Santana finally climaxed, arching her back and throwing her head back, flinging her hair into Brittany’s face, Brittany couldn’t explain it but she felt it right back. Felt Santana’s energy release. Harbored her lust and joy, shouldered Santana’s overwhelming feelings.
Santana brought her hands up, desperately clawing at Brittany’s arm around her. The passion once loosed, took its own form, and Santana wielded it like a sword, her tears spilled, her body convulsing.
“Brittany,” she sobbed repeatedly, “Brittany!”
Brittany held her, whispered soothing “I love yous” into her hair, rubbed her toes along Santana’s calf. When Santana calmed, Brittany pulled gently at her shoulders, coaxing her to roll and face her.
Santana’s breathing became deeper, more controlled, and Brittany touched her face, her neck. She kissed her forehead and her eyes.
“I’m here, San. I’ve got you,” she whispered.
They lay like that for a long time until Santana finally said quietly, “Something’s different, Britt.”
Brittany didn’t know what to say, so she waited.
“I’ve never felt like this before.” Santana traced shaky fingers along Brittany’s collarbone. “Remember the first time we made love?”
There was a fondness in Santana’s voice and Brittany smiled. This, she could do. This was familiar ground.
“It was... awkward,” Brittany admitted, and Santana laughed.
“Sure was. It was also amazing.”
Brittany let her eyes drift closed, remembering. “Mhmm,” she agreed.
“And for weeks after...” Santana kissed the corner of Brittany’s mouth.
“You couldn’t keep your hands off me,” Brittany finished.
“Months,” Santana corrected.
She looked into Brittany’s eyes deeply and waited, hoping she made the connection.
She traced Santana’s eyebrow with her thumb.
“It’s... like that for you now?” she asked, and Santana nodded, almost shyly.
Santana licked her lips. “Britt, there’s this kind of... awakening. The only way I can explain it is by comparing it to what it was like when you touched me for the first time. But it’s different, too. More... primal? Like an instinct. Or a drug.” She nosed Brittany’s neck. “I feel like I can’t get enough.”
“San. That’s super sexy.” Brittany shifted against her, and Santana groaned lustily. “But you’re sure you’re... okay?”
“I’m fine, Britt. I’m just... oh god. Do that again.” Santana’s knuckles were white against Brittany’s shoulder. “Fuck,” she growled.
Before she could stop herself, she was grinding against Brittany forcefully.
“Britt-” Santana’s voice was broken again. She moved urgently, bucking, grasping. Breath tore up her throat. Brittany pulled at her hips roughly and, changing her mind, pushed Santana back, thrusting herself between Santana’s legs.
Santana gasped and arched back.
When she looked up at Brittany through clouded eyes, she saw the same power from before. Determination. Ownership. But this wasn’t her Mistress. This was Brittany looking at her like this. The thought sent lightning bolts through her stomach.
“You need me?” Brittany growled. “You need me like this?”
Santana clutched at Brittany’s shoulder blades, clawing. “Ungh, god. Yes!”
Brittany bucked into her repeatedly, thrashing against her clit, and Santana was unraveling beneath her. The way she’d felt before, pent up, electric, like she’d never get enough, and the way Brittany was moving against her now was just too much.
She threw her head back into the pillow and Brittany bit at her neck, pushing herself up with her arms, digging her hips harder into Santana.
“Do you feel it now, Santana?”
“God, yes!”
Santana had never seen Brittany like this. Her hair flew about her face, her eyes wide, her mouth agape in sheer lust as she rolled her hips harder and harder against Santana. She looked absolutely wild.
“Ungh... so.... fucking... sexy,” Santana panted.
That was it. Brittany rocked forward. Hard. Santana cried out, half in ecstasy, half in pain, and her legs automatically wrapped around Brittany’s waist, heels digging into Brittany’s ass.
Brittany held herself up as Santana arched and came against her, head rolling back and forth, eyes squeezed shut. Brittany waited a second, rocked forward again with the same force as before, and Santana cried out and shook beneath her, her shoulders shaking with sobs.
When Santana finally became aware of her surroundings once more, she realized she was crying again.
Britt was half lying on her shoulder, one leg draped lazily over her thigh, her arm across Santana’s chest, running gentle fingers through dark, sweaty hair. Brittany dotted tiny kisses up Santana’s jaw.
“If you keep crying every time I make you come, I’m going to get a complex,” Brittany said softly between kisses.
Santana drew a shaky breath. “God. That was... I don’t even know what that was. Incredible.”
“How do you feel?”
Kiss.
“I don’t know,” Santana answered honestly. “I’ve never felt like this.”
Kiss.
“You’re still so wet. You came all over me,” Brittany murmured, and Santana groaned, burying her face in Brittany’s neck.
“I still feel...”
“Horny?” Brittany supplied, and Santana nodded into her neck.
“Yeah,” she said sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I feel like you opened a door with all this teasing, and I don’t know how to close it.”
“Don’t ever apologize for wanting me,” Brittany said softly, stroking Santana’s hair.
They lay in comfortable silence for a while before Brittany said, “Do you want to talk about today?” She traced idle patterns on Santana’s collarbone.
Santana laughed. “I can’t believe you rented all that porn,” she said, and Brittany giggled. “We literally watched hours of porn. I didn’t even know you liked porn.”
“Honestly? I didn’t either.”
“It’s hot, right?”
“Totally,” Brittany confirmed.
“Britt?”
“Yeah, San.”
“I love you. So much.”
Brittany kissed Santana’s nose. “I love you too.”
There was another stretch of silence while they just lay together, enjoying the feel of arms and legs tangled together.
Santana broke the silence. “When you grabbed my head and ground your hips into me... Ugh.”
“You liked that?”
“You couldn’t tell?”
Brittany laughed. “Fair point.” Suddenly, Brittany’s breathing changed, became more shallow. Santana noticed immediately. “When you ran your finger up... up there.”
Santana nuzzled Brittany’s neck again. “Yeah, Britt? Did it feel good?”
Brittany let out a shaky breath. “So good.”
“Well,” Santana said slowly, “maybe that’s something we should explore together again.” Brittany shivered. Nodded.
“I could... I could be open to that,” she finally said, and Santana smiled. She extended her tongue slowly, licked Brittany’s neck.
“Good,” Santana answered. Lick. “There are so many things I want to do to your body.” She sucked lightly and Brittany groaned.
When Santana’s hand found Brittany’s nipple and squeezed, Brittany turned the tables, sucking on Santana’s neck. “Tonight isn’t about me,” she said.
And she moved over the love of her life once again, touching and kissing and bringing Santana to heights that she’d never reached before that night.
They repeated the pattern all night, whispering and caressing and making love and fucking until a very sleepy, very sated Santana lay limp in Brittany’s arms as the first rays of the morning sun fell through their bedroom window and kissed across her face.
Fandom: Glee: Brittana (Brittany Pierce /Santana Lopez)
Disclaimer: I do not own or mean to offend. Making no money.
Spoilers: None.
Warning: This fic is rated M or NC-17, depending on where you be. Rating for language, sexytimes, and some drug usage. Very light dom/sub play.
Summary: Santana is a derby girl and gets in her head to ask Brittany to dominate her. Beginning of a dom/sub relationship. This is my first try at Brittana, so I hope I do them justice. This chapter involves Santana's prolonged reaction to Brittany's domination. Total smut.
Feedback is love.
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
Chapter Six - Aftermath
Brittany’s eyes fluttered open and she lay in the dark, unmoving except for the steady rising and falling of her chest. What had woken her?
There was something- She was groggy and she couldn’t quite place the sound. She felt a rocking next to her on the bed, and she realized- Santana was crying.
Brittany lay still, listening. The rocking grew more insistent; Santana sounded positively distraught, her voice cracking, soft sobs wracking her body.
“San?” Brittany said quietly, and Santana stilled immediately, holding her breath. “San, I know you’re awake. I heard you.”
Brittany waited. Still, nothing.
Santana had never woken Brittany up crying in the middle of the night before, but if she had, Brittany would have held her immediately, never hesitating one moment to sooth her girlfriend, to offer comfort any way she knew how. Under the circumstances, Brittany worried that Santana was still dealing with her experiences from being dominated earlier in the day and she just wasn’t sure how to go about offering comfort now, when she herself had been the source of Santana’s panic.
“San, talk to me. Please.”
Brittany heard a sharp intake of breath and then, “Brittany.”
Wait. That doesn’t sound like San’s sad voice...
Brittany rolled on her side, facing Santana’s back. She scooted closer, pressing their bodies together and felt Santana flinch and stiffen. When she brought her hand up and traced delicate fingers up Santana’s bare arm to her shoulder, she heard an echo of the sob that had pulled her out of sleep.
“San, are you...?”
She let the question hang, trailed her hand back down Santana’s arm. She followed it all the way down, under the quilt, like she was moving to join their hands together. Santana lay frozen.
Brittany’s hand met Santana’s and her gasp matched her lover’s when she felt wiry hair and wetness.
“You’re touching yourself,” Brittany murmured.
Brittany waited. Finally, Santana nodded slightly.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
“Are you mad?”
Brittany smiled, placed a tender kiss on a soft shoulder. “Do I sound mad?”
“No.”
Brittany tucked Santana’s hair behind her ear and kissed softly again.
Santana let out a shaky breath and said, “I just need- I need-” And then she was rubbing herself again, rocking into her own hand, small sobs and cries and sounds of desperation pouring from her, rumbling in her chest.
Brittany wrapped her arm securely around Santana’s stomach, pressed into her from behind, grinding her hips into Santana’s ass.
Brittany’s grinding unleashed Santana’s passion fully, and her cries of desperation and passion shook Brittany to her very being. Never in all their time together had she ever heard Santana sound like this. It was intense. It was raw. Brittany nearly felt like she was intruding. She poured everything she had into holding Santana and whispering love and encouragement into her ear
When Santana finally climaxed, arching her back and throwing her head back, flinging her hair into Brittany’s face, Brittany couldn’t explain it but she felt it right back. Felt Santana’s energy release. Harbored her lust and joy, shouldered Santana’s overwhelming feelings.
Santana brought her hands up, desperately clawing at Brittany’s arm around her. The passion once loosed, took its own form, and Santana wielded it like a sword, her tears spilled, her body convulsing.
“Brittany,” she sobbed repeatedly, “Brittany!”
Brittany held her, whispered soothing “I love yous” into her hair, rubbed her toes along Santana’s calf. When Santana calmed, Brittany pulled gently at her shoulders, coaxing her to roll and face her.
Santana’s breathing became deeper, more controlled, and Brittany touched her face, her neck. She kissed her forehead and her eyes.
“I’m here, San. I’ve got you,” she whispered.
They lay like that for a long time until Santana finally said quietly, “Something’s different, Britt.”
Brittany didn’t know what to say, so she waited.
“I’ve never felt like this before.” Santana traced shaky fingers along Brittany’s collarbone. “Remember the first time we made love?”
There was a fondness in Santana’s voice and Brittany smiled. This, she could do. This was familiar ground.
“It was... awkward,” Brittany admitted, and Santana laughed.
“Sure was. It was also amazing.”
Brittany let her eyes drift closed, remembering. “Mhmm,” she agreed.
“And for weeks after...” Santana kissed the corner of Brittany’s mouth.
“You couldn’t keep your hands off me,” Brittany finished.
“Months,” Santana corrected.
She looked into Brittany’s eyes deeply and waited, hoping she made the connection.
She traced Santana’s eyebrow with her thumb.
“It’s... like that for you now?” she asked, and Santana nodded, almost shyly.
Santana licked her lips. “Britt, there’s this kind of... awakening. The only way I can explain it is by comparing it to what it was like when you touched me for the first time. But it’s different, too. More... primal? Like an instinct. Or a drug.” She nosed Brittany’s neck. “I feel like I can’t get enough.”
“San. That’s super sexy.” Brittany shifted against her, and Santana groaned lustily. “But you’re sure you’re... okay?”
“I’m fine, Britt. I’m just... oh god. Do that again.” Santana’s knuckles were white against Brittany’s shoulder. “Fuck,” she growled.
Before she could stop herself, she was grinding against Brittany forcefully.
“Britt-” Santana’s voice was broken again. She moved urgently, bucking, grasping. Breath tore up her throat. Brittany pulled at her hips roughly and, changing her mind, pushed Santana back, thrusting herself between Santana’s legs.
Santana gasped and arched back.
When she looked up at Brittany through clouded eyes, she saw the same power from before. Determination. Ownership. But this wasn’t her Mistress. This was Brittany looking at her like this. The thought sent lightning bolts through her stomach.
“You need me?” Brittany growled. “You need me like this?”
Santana clutched at Brittany’s shoulder blades, clawing. “Ungh, god. Yes!”
Brittany bucked into her repeatedly, thrashing against her clit, and Santana was unraveling beneath her. The way she’d felt before, pent up, electric, like she’d never get enough, and the way Brittany was moving against her now was just too much.
She threw her head back into the pillow and Brittany bit at her neck, pushing herself up with her arms, digging her hips harder into Santana.
“Do you feel it now, Santana?”
“God, yes!”
Santana had never seen Brittany like this. Her hair flew about her face, her eyes wide, her mouth agape in sheer lust as she rolled her hips harder and harder against Santana. She looked absolutely wild.
“Ungh... so.... fucking... sexy,” Santana panted.
That was it. Brittany rocked forward. Hard. Santana cried out, half in ecstasy, half in pain, and her legs automatically wrapped around Brittany’s waist, heels digging into Brittany’s ass.
Brittany held herself up as Santana arched and came against her, head rolling back and forth, eyes squeezed shut. Brittany waited a second, rocked forward again with the same force as before, and Santana cried out and shook beneath her, her shoulders shaking with sobs.
When Santana finally became aware of her surroundings once more, she realized she was crying again.
Britt was half lying on her shoulder, one leg draped lazily over her thigh, her arm across Santana’s chest, running gentle fingers through dark, sweaty hair. Brittany dotted tiny kisses up Santana’s jaw.
“If you keep crying every time I make you come, I’m going to get a complex,” Brittany said softly between kisses.
Santana drew a shaky breath. “God. That was... I don’t even know what that was. Incredible.”
“How do you feel?”
Kiss.
“I don’t know,” Santana answered honestly. “I’ve never felt like this.”
Kiss.
“You’re still so wet. You came all over me,” Brittany murmured, and Santana groaned, burying her face in Brittany’s neck.
“I still feel...”
“Horny?” Brittany supplied, and Santana nodded into her neck.
“Yeah,” she said sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I feel like you opened a door with all this teasing, and I don’t know how to close it.”
“Don’t ever apologize for wanting me,” Brittany said softly, stroking Santana’s hair.
They lay in comfortable silence for a while before Brittany said, “Do you want to talk about today?” She traced idle patterns on Santana’s collarbone.
Santana laughed. “I can’t believe you rented all that porn,” she said, and Brittany giggled. “We literally watched hours of porn. I didn’t even know you liked porn.”
“Honestly? I didn’t either.”
“It’s hot, right?”
“Totally,” Brittany confirmed.
“Britt?”
“Yeah, San.”
“I love you. So much.”
Brittany kissed Santana’s nose. “I love you too.”
There was another stretch of silence while they just lay together, enjoying the feel of arms and legs tangled together.
Santana broke the silence. “When you grabbed my head and ground your hips into me... Ugh.”
“You liked that?”
“You couldn’t tell?”
Brittany laughed. “Fair point.” Suddenly, Brittany’s breathing changed, became more shallow. Santana noticed immediately. “When you ran your finger up... up there.”
Santana nuzzled Brittany’s neck again. “Yeah, Britt? Did it feel good?”
Brittany let out a shaky breath. “So good.”
“Well,” Santana said slowly, “maybe that’s something we should explore together again.” Brittany shivered. Nodded.
“I could... I could be open to that,” she finally said, and Santana smiled. She extended her tongue slowly, licked Brittany’s neck.
“Good,” Santana answered. Lick. “There are so many things I want to do to your body.” She sucked lightly and Brittany groaned.
When Santana’s hand found Brittany’s nipple and squeezed, Brittany turned the tables, sucking on Santana’s neck. “Tonight isn’t about me,” she said.
And she moved over the love of her life once again, touching and kissing and bringing Santana to heights that she’d never reached before that night.
They repeated the pattern all night, whispering and caressing and making love and fucking until a very sleepy, very sated Santana lay limp in Brittany’s arms as the first rays of the morning sun fell through their bedroom window and kissed across her face.