Disclaimer: the characters don't belong to me, otherwise I would be freaking rich.
Warning: smut, girl!peen, do don't read if you don't like it
Author's note: Here's the next and final part, including all the bonuses. This is un-beta'd.
Brittany was simply in awe with her girlfriend. No matter how often she thought she had figured Santana out, there was always something new to learn about her. For example that Santana was, despite her bitchy attitude and general stubbornness, capable of making compromises. Or that, when Brittany surprised her with a new necklace (which she had meant to give to her a week ago but had forgotten it), Santana would show her gratitude by doing the most amazing things with her tongue.
"Mmm, babe," Brittany hummed, right hand tangled in wavy black hair, massaging Santana's scalp, "That feels amazing."
She was sitting on the edge of her bed with her thighs spread open. Santana was kneeling between them, her Cheerios uniform long since discarded, leaving her completely naked. With her left hand stroking Brittany's member, she used her tongue to swirl around the head of her girlfriend's cock. Slowly, she worked Brittany up higher and higher, sucking at the tip and moaning when the first droplets of pre-cum erupted from Brittany's twitching shaft.
Brittany let her upper body fall back against the mattress. "I love you," she sighed, hand still stroking Santana's hair.
"I know," her girlfriend replied dutifully, then placed an open-mouthed kiss to Brittany's cock. Her fingers glided firmly over soft skin, stroking, caressing. Again, she pressed her lips hotly to the tip, slowly parting them when she slid the first two inches of Brittany's length into her mouth. This time, she sucked a bit harder, tongue circling the hot flesh as if it was her favorite candy.
Brittany bucked her hips, the grips she had on Santana's hair tightening. "So good," she groaned, feeling that oh so familiar sensation bubbling in the pit of her stomach, intensifying every time Santana pumped her fist or licked her member.
"Babe," Brittany used her left arm to push her body up from the bed, sitting back up again. "I want you to play with your boobs."
Santana pulled back, releasing Brittany's cock. She looked up at her girlfriend, frowning. When Brittany added a, "please," though, her expression changed. Mouth curving into a smirk, she brought her right hand to her chest, using thumb and index finger to pinch an already peaked nipple. A guttural moan vibrated from her throat as she leaned in to tease the head of Brittany's member once again.
"Use both hands," Brittany eventually instructed, thoroughly enjoying the sight in front of her. She untangled her fingers from silky black hair and instead wrapped them around her shaft, replacing Santana's skilled ones. Gripping her hard member firmly, she began to move her hand up and down, drawing out each stroke.
Meanwhile, Santana was busy palming her own breasts, rolling them in her hands and pinching her nipples. Her breath came out in ragged puffs, only to hit Brittany's throbbing member and elicit a pleasurable sigh. She made sure to look extra sexy, even though she was at the verge of combustion. The insides of her thighs were wet, covered in the sticky moisture of her own arousal. Barely being able to suppress the urge to jump Brittany when the girl rubbed the tip of her cock against her pouty lips, she pressed her legs tightly together.
"Britt," Santana whimpered, then kissed and licked her girlfriend's member again.
"You want my cum, don't you?" Brittany gave a mischievous smile and started to pump her fist faster when Santana nodded. "Don't worry, I'm going to spread my load all over your face, babe."
Santana visibly shuddered, then begged, "Please, Britt-Britt."
Jerking her hand even faster, Brittany stood up on shaky legs to tower over Santana. A few seconds later, she came with a loud groan, dropping her load. Thick ropes of white liquid shot out of her shaft with every spurt. They landed on Santana's flushed cheeks, her luscious red lips and some of Brittany's cum even managed to end up on Santana's chest.
"Fuck yeah," Brittany moaned, milking her member for every last bit of her seed.
Santana had her eyes closed, feeling hot and gooey liquid slowly running down her face. When she reopened them, Brittany had fallen back on the bed, panting heavily and looking down at her with a proud smile. Sensually, Santana licked her lips, savoring the unique taste of her girlfriend.
"So good," she purred, meeting Brittany's glazed gaze.
A thin trail of cum was adorning her eyelashes, glistening in a way that was almost enough to get Brittany hard all over again. "So beautiful," she whispered, swiping her thumb across Santana's cheek to collect some of her semen. Brittany then brought it to Santana's mouth, who eagerly licked it clean for her.
"I want you so bad right now," Brittany said, then grabbed Santana's arms and yanked her off the floor. She basically threw her girlfriend on the bed, before climbing on top of her and pressing her body down against Santana's. Soon, lips got mashed together and breasts rubbed exquisitely against each other, their skin now sticky from Brittany's cum. Only once did Brittany break their kiss in order to lick the rest of her seed from her girlfriend's face.
"Fuck me, Britt," Santana ordered while bucking her hips up to feel Brittany's cock hardening between her thighs. "I want you to take me hard. Make me scream your name."
Brittany didn't need to be told twice. From the wetness she saw and felt pooling between Santana legs, she knew that the girl was more than ready for her. So she rubbed her length against Santana's core until she was hard again, then took her cock into her right hand and positioned it at Santana's entrance.
Without warning, she slammed forward, burying herself deep inside liquid heat. Santana yelped and threw her arms around Brittany. Her fingernails dug painfully into pale skin, but it only spurred Brittany on to thrust harder.
"When" – thrust – "I'm" – thrust – "done" – thrust – "with" – thrust – "you," she gritted out, pounding Santana relentlessly, "You won't be able to remember your name."
The bed was creaking under Brittany's movement, bedside lamp shaking every time she pushed into Santana. It was far from being a fast pace, Brittany took her sweet time pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into Santana again, but it was definitely rougher than usual.
At this point, Santana was already a groaning and screaming mess, yelling Brittany's name until her throat started to hurt. They were lucky that her parents were pretty much never home, otherwise Brittany would've long since been thrown out of their house without having a chance in hell to ever see her again. Santana was still worried that her neighbors might call the cops, but all thoughts were wiped from her mind when Brittany suddenly held her girlfriend's left leg against her side and thrust so perfectly that she hit a spot inside her, Santana didn't even know existed.
"Oh god B, right there!" she half-screamed, half-grunted. Desperately, she rolled her pelvis, trying to meet Brittany's thrusts. And each time she did, the head of her girlfriend's cock hit that exact same spot over and over again.
Brittany buried her face in the crook of Santana's neck, sucking at her pulse point. She heard a faint "faster," falling from plump lips and obeyed immediately. Brittany's body was practically moving on it's own accord, driving her length harder and faster into Santana until every muscle burned with exhaustion. She didn't know how long she would be able to keep up with this.
Apparently though, she didn't need to worry because on her next thrust, Santana came undone around yet another earth-shattering scream. "Holy sweet hell," the girl exclaimed, waves of pleasure cascading over her body and shaking her to the core. Her inner walls started to pulsate strongly, convulsing around Brittany's shaft.
Haphazardly, Brittany continued to thrust. She panted heavily into Santana's ear, ready to come any second. In that moment, she remembered the conversation that had followed their earlier encounter in the girl's restroom. Santana had told her that she loved the feeling of Brittany's warm semen slowly flowing out of her while Brittany of course, had a strange desire to see her girlfriend covered in her cum instead. It had been Santana who had suggested that they simply apply the same compromise they had made again.
And now Brittany was torn. While Santana rode out her orgasm, she tried to decide what she wanted to do and it was not easy to think straight while she was buried to the hilt in her oh so hot girlfriend, not to mention that she was really, really close to having an orgasm of her own.
In the end, she decided to be selfish (which was not at all a hard decision to make). So she quickly pulled out of Santana, who whimpered miserably in return, and moved to kneel between her girlfriend's still spread legs.
She brought her hand to her slick member, gave it a few strokes and eventually climaxed, too. Trying to aim as best as she could, Brittany made sure to thoroughly cover her girlfriend in white liquid. A generous amount hit Santana's center, hiding it under a thick layer of her cum. Another long rope had landed on her girlfriend's stomach, drawing a perfect, yet slightly convoluted path up to her heaving breasts. All in all, Brittany was more than satisfied with her work when she looked down at Santana's body that was now marked with her cum.
"Hot," Brittany breathed out, then crawled over to sit beside Santana, back resting against the headboard.
Santana hummed quietly to herself, eyes closed and a satisfied smile plastered on her face. They didn't talk for a while, instead focusing on getting their breathing under control. Brittany watched Santana's chest rising and falling and it calmed her down. Moments like that made her heart swell, but at the same time ache, though by no means in a bad way.
"I love you," she whispered, sliding further down the mattress and rolling onto her side to give her girlfriend a kiss to the cheek.
"Love you, too," Santana mumbled, then sighed. "I think I'm going to take a shower now. I feel like a hooker, but a high-class one," she added. With a groan, she climbed out of her bed and headed towards the door to the adjoining bathroom.
Brittany propped her head up on her arm, watching her leave, gaze firmly fixed to Santana's ass. When her girlfriend had disappeared, she started to pout. Soon enough, she could hear the shower running and Santana singing some tune.
Brittany chanced a glance at her member, then at the bathroom door and back to her member again. "What do you say," she asked, "Can we do one last round? I so promise to give you the rest of the night off." Brittany ran her hand up and down her soft shaft, feeling it grow harder and harder each time she repeated the jerking motion. "One last time," she nodded confidently to herself, then crawled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom.
Santana was not surprised when Brittany pushed her up against the cold tile wall face first so that her back was to her girlfriend. She felt Brittany enter her from behind and whimpered when she rolled her hips into her.
Brittany took hold of Santana's arms, pinning them to the wall and holding them in place above her head by only using her right hand. Her other one was busy rubbing Santana's clit, fingers toying with the hard bud.
Brittany's thrusts were slow this time, controlled. She wanted Santana to feel every single one of them, wanted her girlfriend to be able to concentrate on the feeling of being stretched so perfectly by her cock
It took longer for them to climax, but when they eventually fell apart (almost at the same time) it was more powerful than ever. And this time, Brittany stayed inside Santana, filling her up like she knew her girlfriend wanted her to.
After all, a compromise should be pleasing to all parties involved, right?
A/N 2: And another prompt dzown. For anyone wanting to read the original prompt: glee-kink-meme(dot)livejournal(dot)com/19682(dot)html?thread=22536930#t22536930 (don't forget to replace the "(dot)"'s with real ones)