Characters/Pairing: Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray, Santana/Quinn
Rating: NC-17.
Kinks: Consensual sex, oral, fingering, in public.
Prompts: 1. For a first time carpet muncher, Quinn is a fantastic lay / 2. Santana fingers Quinn in the back of the bus. Preferably with some dirty talk and San reminding Quinn of how bad and wrong it is for HER to be allowing this especially in the vicinity of others / 3. Santana and Quinn get drunk at a party and Santana ends up eating out Quinn in the backseat of their car.

Notes: Thanks so much to anyone that reviewed the first chapter, here's the second chapter, purely Quinntana like promised. I had trouble finding a prompt I liked that fit the first chapter, so I used three different vague prompts, that I didn't think were enough for their own fics, and put them together. It's basically just glimpses of Quinn and Santana's continued hook ups since the first chapter. Hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think.

Quinn Fabray doesn't do anything half way. If she does something, she gives it her all, and she's damn good at it. She's good at everything she does, and Quinn isn't going to let this be any different. So, after she's unable to stop thinking about how amazing Santana's tongue felt against her, she decides it needs to happen again, but not before she proves to her friend she's just as good as she is. As soon as she gets the house to herself, the first thing she does is call Santana and invite her over, determined to rock her world the way Santana did her's. Everything always has to be competition between them.

Santana might not be as smart as honor roll student Quinn Fabray is, but she knows a booty call when she hears one, so she's over at her house in record time. She doesn't even get the chance to knock before Quinn whips the door open and pulls her inside, dragging her up the stairs and into her room.

"Whoa, someone's horny," Santana quips, surprised by the pace Quinn is setting. While she was expecting a hook up, she thought the other girl would at least play coy before they had a repeat performance of the previous week. She was not expecting Quinn to push her onto her bed and start ripping her clothes off as soon as she closed her bedroom door. "You seriously gonna try to top me, Fabray?"

Quinn just smirks and slips off her dress, tossing it onto the floor beside her. "I've always topped you, Santana. Don't act like this is a surprise."

Normally, she'd have a retort for such a claim, but Quinn's dominance is turning her on way too much to complain. Santana licks her lips as her eyes sweep over Quinn's naked chest, her tits looking particularly inviting. She can't help but marvel at how amazing the blonde's body looks after having a baby. "Well, come on then, Quinnie, show me what you've got."

The blonde watches as Santana pulls her top and bra off, then wiggles out of her jeans, leaving her laying on her bed in nothing but her black thong, her hooded eyes extending an invitation to join her. Quinn wastes no time accepting, and crawls onto the bed beside the other girl, throwing a leg over her stomach to straddle her. She leans down to kiss the brunette's plump lips, easily slipping her tongue into the other girl's mouth. She moans into the kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance as she feels Santana trailing a hand up her side and moving to grope at her chest.

Their lips slide together for a few more moments until Quinn moves on, kissing down the girl's jaw and neck, creating a trail down her chest. She stops at her boobs, moving to take a nipple between her teeth and biting teasingly, before moving over to do the same thing to the other.

"Fuck, Quinn," Santana moans, arching her back off the bed to get closer to Quinn's mouth. The blonde smiles against her chest, swirling her tongue around the nipple before taking it into her mouth and sucking softly. She lavishes Santana's fantastic rack for a bit before her lips continue their journey down, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses over her abs and belly button, until she gets to the waistband of Santana's panties.

"Can I?"

"You fucking better," Santana growls out, lifting her hips up so the blonde can take them off.

Quinn just smiles and hooks her fingers in the band, tugging them over Santana's ass and down her legs. She pulls them off the brunette's outstretched leg before placing the limb on her shoulder, slowly kissing down the smooth skin. She smiles through her kisses as she feels the muscles beneath her lips tense, loving the reaction she's already getting from the more experienced girl.

Santana falls back against the bed and closes her eyes, trying to control her shallow breathing as the blonde slowly starts to descend down her leg. Once Quinn's lips reach the inside of her thigh, she moves her other leg, spreading herself wide so the other girl can place herself between her legs.

"You're so wet," Quinn breathes out in wonder, her eyes taking in Santana's glistening pussy as she lays on her stomach in front of the girl. She brings a finger up and gently runs it down her slit, parting Santana's folds open as she goes. "So wet for me."

Santana can't help but chuckle at the girl as she tries her best to act all sexy and confident, when she knows this is the first sexual experience Quinn has been in control of. She's got to hand it to her though, the blonde doesn't seem nervous or scared like she thought she'd be. She remembers how terrified she was the first time she went down on Brittany, afraid she was going to be terrible and embarrass herself, but Quinn doesn't seem to be the least bit worried. She's intrigued to find out if she's got the skill to warrant the confidence.

"Don't let it go to your head, Q," Santana scoffs, trying to play down how fucking turned on she is right now. "It's nothing personal."

Quinn just hums in acknowledgement, knowing Santana is full of shit. She runs her finger through her a second time before she brings it to her lips, slipping the soaked digit into her mouth to taste Santana's juices. "Hmmm, so good," she can't help but moan. She wasn't sure what she thought the other girl would taste like, but she likes it and she wants more.

"You like that, Fabray?" the brunette asks, trying to sound cocky, but the waver in her voice makes it incredibly obvious what the sight of Quinn tasting her is doing to her.

"Almost as much as you do," Quinn retorts with a smirk, sucking her finger dry before removing it with a pop. "How bad do you want it, Lopez?"

Santana whimpers in frustration, the blonde so close that she can feel her breath against her. "You're such a bitch."

"Say it," Quinn demands, moving her face closer, her eyes gazing up at the brunette's face in challenge. "Say you want me, Santana."

"I want you," Santana finally admits, arching her body up towards the other girl's face again. Quinn smirks at her before she dives in, running her tongue through Santana's drenched folds from hole to clit, earning a strangled moan from the girl. "Holy fuck!"

Quinn echoes Santana's exclamation in her head, not believing how amazing her pussy tastes. She repeats her long lick, slipping her tongue up and down Santana's slit over and over, savoring the juices that gush into her mouth as she strokes. She avoids the bud at the top, knowing it's where Santana really wants her, and lets herself explore the girl, running the tip of her tongue through her, gently separating the soft lips to get a better look at Santana's pussy.

"Like what you see?" Santana huffs out, watching as the blonde gazes at cunt like it's a five star meal (which it is, in her not so humble opinion). She's expecting Quinn to deny it and continue their game of nonchalance, but instead hazel eyes just drift up to lock with brown, as she slowly descends again, taking a long, slow lick at her pussy, her gaze never wavering.

Feeling the brunette shudder underneath her touch urges Quinn on, and she continues to lap at Santana's pussy, working up the courage to venture further down. Her tongue starts to get lower with each lick, until she can feel it dipping inside Santana's entrance. It takes a few more laps until she takes the risk and slips her tongue inside, sighing as it's immediately encased in unbelievable warmth.

"Oh God," Santana moans at the feeling, curling her fists around the bed spread beneath her to anchor herself. "Oh fuck, yeah, just like that, Quinn. Deeper, just…"

Quinn needs no encouragement, eagerly thrusting her tongue in and out of Santana's tight hole, enjoying the way it clenches around her as she enters. Santana's hips start to buck with her pumps, desperately trying to get more of Quinn's tongue inside of her. She can't believe how good Quinn is at this, how amazing she's making her feel.

"So good," Santana grunts out, letting one of her hands go to Quinn's head, gripping the blonde hair and making sure her mouth never leaves her pussy for long. "Fuck, you're so good at that."

Quinn quickens her pace, sliding her tongue inside Santana as fast and hard as she can, the girl's hand pressing her face against her wetness in desperation. Santana's walls are clenching harder and harder at each thrust, and she can tell she's getting close, so she quickly brings her hand up and replaces her tongue with a finger, moving her mouth up to the brunette's clit and sucking it into her mouth.

Praises and curses continue to spill out of Santana's mouth as Quinn slips a second finger inside her pussy, speeding up her pumps as she circles her clit with her tongue. Her eyes drift back up to watch as Santana thrashes around above her, her head pressed hard against the pillow as her muscles start to clench the closer she gets to the edge.

"I'm so close," she pants out, feeling the coiling in her stomach starting up.

Remembering what Santana did to her, and picturing the videos she had watched over and over all week long, Quinn swirls her tongue around Santana's clit, sucking the sensitive nub between her lips and watching the reaction she gets from it. She detaches just long enough to get out a breathy, "Come for me, Santana. I want you to say my name when you come."

The blonde curls her fingers just right as her tongue flicks against her clit, and Santana comes undone, bright colors bursting in her mind as her eyes roll into the back of her head. "Oh fuck, oh, God, Quinn!" She clenches Quinn's fingers, trapping them inside of her as she trembles and convulses around them, her hips spasming and bucking into the blonde's face as waves of pleasure wash over her.

"That's it, come on," Quinn encourages, delighting in the way Santana's pussy feels as she comes. Her walls clamp down and pulsate against her fingers, and it's like she can feel everything Santana's feeling, and it's almost enough to make her come herself.

"Jesus Christ," Santana huffs, at a loss for breath. She goes rigid for a moment before she relaxes, collapses against the bed in exhaustion, panting as she tries to catch her breath and start to come down. "Damn, that was amazing. You sure you've never eaten pussy before, Fabray? Because fuck."

Quinn smirks against her cunt, giving her clit a kiss as she lets it go. "You're my first."

"God, is there anything you're not good at?" Santana wonders, knowing she'd be annoyed if she couldn't feel Quinn start to lap up her juices, gently licking through her folds to clean her up.

The blonde just shakes her head, slowly slipping her fingers out of Santana and crawling up the girl's body, offering her soaked digits to her friend. Santana doesn't hesitate to take her fingers between her lips, looking into the blonde's eyes as she sucks herself off them. "How do you taste?"

"Almost as good as you," Santana repeats her earlier words, freeing her fingers and flipping the girl over without warning. "You were good, Fabray, but now it's my turn to remind you how good I am."

Quinn shudders at her words, a blissful smile growing on her face as Santana starts her journey downwards.

"You nervous?"

The pair is seated at the back of the bus, the Glee club heading to their second Sectionals performance, where both girls have featured songs.

"Aren't you?" Quinn asks, turning her gaze from the passing trees to look at her friend.

Santana shrugs, trying to play it off. Of course she's nervous, she's singing a competition solo for the first time, but she's not about to let Quinn know that. The girl looks scared enough for the both of them. "It'll be fine. Come on, you and Trouty Mouth will rock your duet, and the old fogies in the audience will eat your blonde white asses up."

"Yeah," Quinn agrees weakly, not fooling anyone.

"Relax," Santana instructs, placing a hand on the girl's bare thigh and massaging her leg. She leaves it there for a moment before she starts to move it upwards, wondering how far she'll get before Quinn stops her.

The answer is not fair, because she only gets a few inches closer to her center before she feels a hand cover her own, halting her movements. "What are you doing?"

"Helping you relax," she answers, staring pointedly at the blonde. She can see a dozen different emotions flicker through green eyes until the blonde bites her lip and slowly removes her hand, letting her continue her actions. "Yeah?"

Quinn nods, holding her gaze for a moment before looking away, slumping back against the seat and widening her legs so Santana has better access. "Just be quick."

"No problem, blondie," Santana promises, shifting in her seat and replacing her right hand with her more dominant left one, making quick time in slipping it under Quinn's dress and pressing a finger against her damp panties. "Already wet, I see. All you had to do was ask, Quinnie. I would've helped you out sooner."

"Shut up," she whimpers, her eyes fluttering as Santana presses harder against her. She hates it when Santana teases her for wanting her so much, always trying to make her feel dirty or wrong for the way her body reacts to her touch. Always trying to prove that she was right about Quinn all those weeks ago. "Just touch me, Santana."

Santana smirks at her desperation, running her finger up and down the girl's panties teasingly. "Patience, princess. What do you say?"

"Please," she whines, not caring if she's begging.

Santana wordlessly slips passed the material, her finger slipping through Quinn's soaked folds now. She leans into the girl's body, pressing into her side and placing her chin on Quinn's shoulder, her mouth not even an inch away from the blonde's ear. "Is that what you want, Fabray? You want me to fuck you with my fingers, right here on the bus?"

"Jesus," Quinn huffs, Santana's breath sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes travel around the bus, noting where the rest of her friends are seated. A few are up front with Will, while most are scattered in the middle seats, Sam, Finn and Rachel sitting the closest to them, just a few rows up, sharing advice on how to rock the stage. She clamps down hard on her bottom lip when she feels Santana's finger trail lower, and can't hold back a moan when the digit slips inside of her, slowly pumping in and out.

"I don't think your homeboy Jesus would approve of this," Santana whispers, pulling out and twisting her wrist so she can enter the girl again with two fingers. "What do you think He'd say about the head of the Celibacy Club getting finger fucked in front of all her friends?"

"Sh-Shut up," the blonde pants, hating the way Santana's words are doing nothing but turning her on more. She starts moving her hips, desperately trying to draw the girl's fingers deeper inside of her.

Santana just laughs, pressing a wet kiss against Quinn's neck as she speeds up her pumps, stretching the blonde's tight hole. "You like that, Q? You like getting fucked where anyone can see? Does it get you off knowing any one of those losers could turn around right now and see me knuckle deep in your tight little pussy?"

Quinn tries desperately to bite back her moan, her entire body rocking against Santana's hand, the girl's fingers seeming to burying themselves deeper with each thrust. She can feel her orgasm building, and she has no idea how she's going to be discreet if Santana keeps this up.

"I can feel you getting wetter," Santana comments, the wet noises her hand is making proving her right. "Is it because you can see your boyfriend? He's all the way up there, while you're back here letting me fill you up and stretch your pussy, fucking you better than he ever could."

Santana punctuates her sentence with a curl of her fingers, the heel of her hand pressing against her clit, and it sends Quinn reeling. The blonde's pussy tightens around her fingers as the rest of her body convulses against her side, her orgasm hitting like a ton of bricks.

Quinn squeezes her eyes shut and just barely manages to swallow the guttural moan she desperately wants to let out as the pleasure rolls over her in never ending waves. Her body shakes as it passes, before she turns to jelly and slumps against Santana's sides, her walls slowly unclenching to release the girl's fingers.

The brunette isn't in a hurry, and stays inside the blonde until her breathing has evened out. Gently slipping her fingers out of her, she carefully moves Quinn's lacy panties back into place and smooths her dress down on her lap, arranging the material to look like nothing happened.

"Virginal as ever," she quips, bringing her hand up and quickly cleaning her fingers off with her tongue. "Better?"

"Much," the blonde sighs, letting herself snuggle into Santana's side as she relaxes. She lifts her head and gives the girl a quick peck on the lips. "Thank you."

Santana can't help but smile at her friend, the smart ass comment drifting from her thoughts. She'd rather just enjoy the moment.

On top of being angry and weepy drunks, Quinn and Santana both happen to be horny drunks as well, and find themselves groping at each other as they stumble away from the house party and towards Quinn's car. They're not stupid enough to try driving anywhere, but Santana knows from experience that any room in the house is probably already occupied with other people hooking up, so her brilliant idea was to take it to the blonde's car, parked across the street from the madness.

"Sshhh," Quinn hushes the other girl, giggling when her friend stumbles as she steps down from the curb.

"Nobody can hear shit over that garbage they're playing in there," Santana scoffs, not worried about being caught. There aren't any houses on the side of the road they're headed to, just an open field that leads to a walking path down to a pond that nobody is going to be using at this time of night.

Quinn takes Santana's word for it, the combination of alcohol and the ache between her legs impairing her judgment enough to think having sex with Santana in her car, across the street from a good portion of their grade, is a good idea. "I need you," she slurs, throwing an arm over Santana's shoulders and trying to lean into the girl.

"I know, Quinnie," Santana laughs, trying her best to support the blonde's weight as they get to the car. Quinn starts trying to open the door, but Santana pulls her around to the farther side, so they're facing the house and will have some cover if anyone happens to stumble out their way.

Quinn slumps against the car as Santana lets go of her to open the back door. "You're so hot," the blonde mumbles, her body shivering a bit in the cold.

"You're not so bad yourself," Santana replies, smiling triumphantly when she manages to unlock the door. "Fuck yeah!" She pulls it open and tugs the blonde against her front, giving her friend a sloppy kiss. The both taste of alcohol as their tongues tangle together, and they can't kiss for long before they break out into giggles when they stumble back against the car.

"Ow," Quinn pouts, holding up her banged elbow. Santana can't really see any damage, but she still places a soft kiss against her skin in an attempt to make her feel better, before she pulls away and tugs the girl with her again, maneuvering them around the open door so Quinn can fall onto the back seat. She shuffles further inside, but when Santana doesn't follow her in, Quinn looks up at her in confusion. "Aren't you coming?"

"Turn around," Santana instructs her, crouching down and ducking her head inside. The other girl does as she's told, shifting her body until she's on her hands and knees, facing away from the brunette, her dress riding up.

Santana bunches up Quinn's dress more, pushing the bottom up and over the blonde's back, and then peels the girl's panties down her thighs, revealing her perfect, pink pussy to her. The street light helps the brunette see the moisture glistening off Quinn's folds, and she licks her lips before she dives in, running her tongue through Quinn's wetness, starting from her clit and licking up to her entrance, not wasting anytime dipping inside.

"Oh God, Santana," Quinn moans, her wobbly hands unable to support her weight. She leans forward onto her elbows and presses her face against the leather seat, arching her back up more for her friend. "Yeah, fuck, right there."

Santana licks through Quinn's pussy, collecting the abundance of juices on her tongue and swallowing them down, her delicious taste having even more of a dizzying affect on her than the beer she drank earlier. She loves eating her out from behind, Quinn's position making it so easy to slide through her folds, her entire pussy on display for her to devour. She trails the tips of her fingers up and down Quinn's thighs, feeling the goose bumps start to form, before she wraps them around the girl's lower back, pulling her body closer and burying her face further in Quinn's sex.

"Oh yeah," Quinn cries, starting to buck her hips back into Santana's mouth. "God, Santana, you feel so good. You lick my pussy so good."

Santana moans against her at the words, loving it when Quinn curses or talks dirty. She can feel her own pussy starting to drip as she licks through Quinn's, and she really fucking hopes Quinn's drunk ass doesn't pass out after she gets her off, because she's gonna need that bitch to return the favor.

Using one arm to try to control Quinn's bucking hips, Santana moves her other arm under the blonde, her hand desperately trying to find the girl's clit in the dark. Her thumb slips through Quinn's wetness a few times before the blonde's sharp intake of breath lets her know she's found what she's looking for, and she starts circling the bud, earning more frantic jerks.

"You like that, Fabray?" Santana asks, watching the usually put together blonde frantically bucking against her. It's one of the things she loves about fucking Quinn, seeing her friend so open and free, completely opposite to how she lives her life. She fucking loves that she's the only one that can make queen bitch Quinn Fabray fall apart like this, with just one touch.

Quinn whimpers against the seat, the tight circles Santana's rubbing against her clit doing wonders of working her up. She needs more though. "Inside," she pants, knowing her friend will know what she wants.

"You want my tongue?" Santana teases, running the tip slowly through Quinn's folds, knowing it's not where the blonde needs her.

"Y-Yeah."

"Say it." It's a game they always play, both of them always needing to have the upper hand, proving the point that the other girl is so desperate for something only they can give in that moment.

Quinn should be annoyed, but really, it just makes her hotter, knowing she's at Santana's mercy. "Fuck me with your tongue."

"Good girl," she coos, before running her tongue up to Quinn's tight hole and dipping back inside. She pumps in and out of the girl, feeling her walls clamping down on her tongue each time, and it's the best feeling in the world. She closes her plump lips around the hole, sucking up all the juices gushing from the blonde.

"F-Fuck," Quinn stutters, the feeling of Santana's tongue running against her walls pushing her closer to the edge. She wishes she could draw this out, but after grinding against the girl all night, she just really needs to come. Besides, she knows there will most certainly be an encore.

Santana can tell the other girl is close, so she speeds up her pumps, pushing her tongue into the girl at the same pace her thumb is rubbing her clit. She licks and rubs, pushes and flicks, relentlessly, until she feels Quinn's entire body tighten against her for a moment before she starts shaking violently, convulsing against the car seat as her orgasm hits.

"Fucking, fuck, shit, oh God, Santana, I can't," Quinn screams out as she comes, her eyes rolling back into her skull as her body goes slack and then slumps against the leather, quivering as she comes down, Santana still lapping softly at her pussy. "Wow."

Santana licks her clean before pulling back, then leaning into the car to drape herself over the spent girl's back, giggling into her ear. "I know I'm good, Q, but don't black out now. I've got an itch you need to scratch, too."

Quinn smiles, but is in no rush to turn around. They have all night.

Hope you enjoyed reading my attempt at Quinntana as much as I enjoyed writing it. I have a couple more Quinntana prompts I'm interested in filling, so let me know if you're interested in reading more of them from me. If I do fill more, they'll be separate fics, this one is now complete. Don't forget to review.