The possessive Britt prompt got the most votes but it doesn't feel right after just barely writing the jealous Santana chapter to come in with a jealous Brittany. But I am writing it!

Part of this chapter is actually setting up and building up to Jealous!Britt so stay tuned!

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Prompt: DP Brittana with slight sweet sex before they get down and dirty. Hot.

Here you go, pervs. Mistakes are of my own.

Chapter 4

She has these dreams and they're not the type that someone should be getting with the amount of sex she and Brittany have.

They get it on almost daily, provided that life allotts them the time. Santana is quite proud that even after years of sex with the same person- since high school- that they have this much sex. It's a little startling, maybe worrisome even but she likes it.

Brittany makes her feel loved and sexy and all kinds of hot.

It's just that she sometimes has these dreams and they involve-

It's her and Brittany.

Somewhere, it doesn't matter where, on a huge bed out in the middle of the beach or on bare grass out in the woods or even once, in a crowded intersection.

Thats just the nature of dreams though, things happening in the weirdest of places.

It'll start easily enough, the familiar touch of Brittany's uncalloused and daily lotioned hands down her sides, tugging off her cloths until their naked centers are crushed together and Santana's breath are coming out in gasps and Brittany is sliding in with want and passion. And midway through, another Brittany will appear, like an exact clone with blue cat like eyes, smiling that smile only Brittany can, blonde hair down and messed all sexily, strutting toward her.

Somewhere inside her mind, Santana will realize it's just a dream but she can't hold onto that thought, forgetting it just as the Brittany pounding into her pulls out and roughly enters in from her ass. Then the other Brittany, with a raging hard on will come over, tease her, sometimes grope and kiss and rub her clit until she's dripping down her thighs.

Until she's asking for Brittany to fill her and she does, smiling and looking at the Brittany that's pushing in and out of her ass.

It's filling in the strangest, most magnificent way. Brittany is bigger than average, especially in girth and having two of her, inside of Santana should feel too much but the dreamscape she's always in doesn't allow for her to feel much pain. Instead, it feels like she's being stretched and pulled in a way that's almost orgasmic.

Actually, it is orgasmic.

If she could get to her orgasm. The problem is that she doesn't, she will wake up somewhere between the time Brittany is inside both her holes and the time that they're both ramming into her and she's about to scream out her orgasm.

It's frustrating and theres been more than one time that she's woken from the dream, so turned on that she strips the real Brittany -provided that they're already not naked- and blows her until she's awake and hard and they get their morning round in before class and work. And Brittany, Brittany is so perfect because theres been occasions when she wakes up from that particular dream to Brittany already between her legs, licking and sucking until she's thrown over the edge.

It's just, the damn dreams have been driving her insane and most of the time she can ignore it because sexy times with one Brittany is more enough.

But.

She'd really, really like it if it could happen.

"Britt."

Brittany scrunches her face and turns over, pulling a soft pillow over her head.

"Britt."

Groaning, Brittany opens her eyes to see that it's still dark out. "Sannn..." she whines, blindly tugging the girl closer until they're pressed together, snuggling "...the ducks aren't even out yet."

That earns her a half hearted giggle as she straightens out her pillow, smiles at Santana and closes her eyes to sleep. She feels her pillow shift a little and a pair of lips pressing softly at her cheek so she wraps her arms tighter around Santana's waist, effectively pressing their bodies together. It's not until Santana rolls her hips, pressing their clothed centers together that her eyes fly open.

"Britt..." Santana whines, "I'm horny."

Brittany nods sleepily, "People are horniest when they first wake up..."

Rushing a little, she rolls over on top of Santana, quickly sliding down her body and pushing up the silky nightgown. If she gets this done fast, she can have almost two more hours of sleep.

Santana bucks her hips in defiance.

"No." She says, biting her lips and rutting against Brittany's stomach still, "Fuck me, Britt."

Brittany quirks an eyebrow.

"But you love my orals."

"I do," Santana is so desperate so fast, "I do, babe, but I need you inside of me right now."

Brittany swallows, she knows if they get it on that specific way, they're going to do it more than once. Or twice. Brittany's groin likes Santana too much to stop at just a few and given the two hour window before she needs to get ready for work...

"I can't." Brittany concedes.

Santana looks startled. There's been only a handful of times when Brittany, or either of them really, reject sex, especially vaginal sex. And those were in extreme cases like they can't do it in the restroom of her abuela's house because that'd be just plain disrespect.

(They did do it in the guest bedroom and against the wall later that night...)

Brittany smiles, sitting up and arching her back so that she's straddling Santana's hips and the tips of their noses are touching.

"Being with you is like eating Lays potato chips, San, I can't stop at just one." Brittany cups Santana's face, "And I can't be tired for work today since the boss will be in doing a check up of things today."

Beneath her, Santana huffs a sigh of relief and disappointment.

"Oh. Okay. I guess we should go back to sleep then huh?"

Brittany nods and unstraddles Santana, but not before giving her a deep, loving kiss.

"Tell me what you've been dreaming about, San." Brittany cues, wrapping her arms around Santana again, effectively spooning her. "You must be having naughty, naughty dreams if you keep waking me up for kisses and fun."

It's supposed to be a joke but Brittany feels like she's hit a nail on it's head when Santana stiffens. "I don't do it that often." Santana almost whines, redirecting the question.

Her girl is going to be such a good lawyer.

"Yes, yes you do." Brittany presses a comforting kiss against the brunette's hair. Getting Santana to talk about certain things can be difficult, especially the things she's not okay with sharing. "This is the fourth time this week and yesterday I woke up to you humping my leg."

"You didn't like it? I just want you a lot, Britt."

"It was super hot. And I want you a lot and lots and lots too..." Brittany wraps her arms tighter, "...but I know you've got to be dreaming of super sexy things if you want it so often."

Santana stays quiet until the silence makes Brittany insecure.

"Baby, it's okay if you're dreaming about other people. We can work on it..." Brittany starts.

At that, Santana cringes. "What? God, no, Britt. Eww." She presses back a little and rubs against Brittany's flaccid member with her behind for reassurance, "No one else but you."

"So what's bothering you?"

Santana turns around so they're facing, "Promise not to freak out or judge okay?"

"Do I ever?"

"Okay, okay you don't." Santana rolls her eyes and smiles, shyly. "Sometimes I have these dreams where we're having sex. Like completely normal sex and then, I don't know, another Brittany appears and you both do me. Really hard from the front and back and in the dream it feels amazing and full but I keep waking up before I can orgasm."

Brittany stays quiet, thinking about it for a second.

"Thats hot," she decides. "Really hot."

"Really?"

"Really." Brittany gestures down to the tent in her pajama pants, "I think we should try it some time."

"You have a cloning machine?" Santana's tone is somewhere between sarcasm and shock. When Brittany doesn't answer, she looks like she's caught halfway between disbelief and actually believing her girlfriend because Brittany does know some extremely random facts and has moments of utterly genius proportions.

Brittany laughs, smiling widely.

"No, silly, I'm still trying to perfect that but we do have a dildo."

Santana laughs at the joke and presses closer so she can feel the bulge with the thigh between Brittany's legs. "You'd be willing?"

"More than willing."

"Right now?"

Brittany pouts at Santana, "I can't, remember?"

Santana juts her thigh that's touching her hardening member.

"So what are you going to do with that growing cock of yours?" It's a dirty move, complete with dirty talk but Brittany rebuffs it with a thrust of her hips.

"I just don't think an hour and a half would be enough to fully enjoy it."

Santana nods in agreement, reaching down to Brittany's hard on.

"Genius idea though, Britt-Britt. I think someone deserves a prize."

"Work..." Brittany gasps, even as her hands try to still Santana's.

"How about we sixty nine it out today, Britt?" Santana's fingers dip past the waistband of soft underwear and already they're wrapped around meaty flesh. "That way you won't be too tired for work."

Brittany groans, knowing she's already lost and not regretting it at all.

Maybe they should have done it in the one and a half hour they had that morning because the rest of the month is crap. Santana gets her period that very same day and it lasts four very long and frustrating days and then Sam went off to tour with some band people so she had longer hours and closed up the studio almost every day.

To make matters worst, Santana's work got chaotic with a missing legal brief and some major corporate client dropping a huge "more fucked up than Lindsay Lohan's social life" case on firm, which was pushed over to her by her "lazy motherfucking ass of a prick" attorney. Between that and school, they just about collapsed in bed every night.

The only time they had together were the lucky nights when they did get home at a reasonable time and in the mornings where needy grinding turned into quick fucks around the apartment and promises of "later" and "tonight" that were disappointedly rejected by life.

It was almost three weeks later when they were just about to tip over from sexual frustration, as Brittany was boringly finishing her six o'clock dance class that Santana struts in in high heels, the first four buttons of her work shirt unbuttoned, framed by a sexy form fitting blazer.

Brittany's throat drys at the sight.

She has a thing for wanting Santana in public places, something about the idea of people catching them or watching them that makes her maybe a little crazier for Santana. The idea of pulling the girl down on the floor, maybe up against the wall, pulling down off her pants and unzipping that tight skirt and thoroughly pounding into her as everyone watched makes her go hard.

Steve- the new receptionist- calls for her and she all but sprints over to Santana. He's manning the front desk that Santana is leaning on, checking her out so Brittany wraps her arms around Santana's waist. If it weren't for the lack of her special underwear she would've kissed her silly in front of Steve but, as it is, a breathless hello as enough.

"You're off early today?" Brittany tries not to sound too excited.

Santana nods, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her blazer. "And you're all hot and sweaty already..."

Steve clears his throat. "Do you have any business m'am? My boss doesn't like any friends visiting during the opening hours."

Brittany watches Santana's eyes slender, can almost see the snixx revving her engines. He obviously doesn't know they're together and, more importantly, he doesn't know about Santana.

"You must be Steve, the new guy right?" Santana has her sugary sweet voice on as she turns around to actually look at Steve. He looks like he's about to drool.

"Yes."

Santana licks her lips, slow and teasing, batting her eyelashes in that way that makes Brittany want to do inappropriate things to her.

"Brittany's told me about you." Santana flicks her hair back against her shoulder and slouches a little so her cleavage is showing. Something inside of her starts to burn. "She says you're all kinds of nice."

Steve has a hard time detaching his eyes from Santana's boobs and she feels like she's about to punch him. Brittany isn't above violence if it's for Santana. "Yeah, I'm a nice guy." He flashes her a shit eating grin, as if he's got a chance with her.

"Then you don't mind closing the shop alone do you?" Santana asks, in a voice that could convince someone to jump off the Empire State Building, "Britt's got somewhere important to be."

His eyebrows shoot up and he looks over at Brittany. "You do?"

"Yeah."

"Please?" Santana reaches over and barely touches his shoulder and that does it. He's nodding and blushing like a fool.

A sort of jealous satisfaction washes over her.

"Thanks Steve."

Santana waves hello to Robert, the other dance instructor who's making his way with equipment into the now vacated dance room. Brittany half yells at him, asking the older man to cover her last class and he concedes after looking between her and Santana knowingly.

"You've worked hard, kid. Take the rest of the day off."

Brittany does a sort of victory dance and thanks him before taking Santana and dipping her into a long hard kiss. Steve makes a noise but she really doesn't care. Santana kisses back eagerly until things get handsy and she has to stop.

"Your chariot awaits madam." Brittany say dramatically bowing after kissing the back of Santana's hand.

She keeps the door open for Santana and sends Steve a smug look as they leave.

Brittany shoves Santana against the car and kisses her again the parking lot.

"Don't do that again." She growls, feeling up and down Santana's sides, their hips already pressed together.

"Do what?"

"I'd rather pay him off than see you flirt with him."

"I know." Santana kisses Brittany, even harder, biting her lower lip as her hands flash inside her shirt and under her sports bra. "But I love getting you all jealous. Look at you, all sexy like."

"I'm always sexy." Brittany husks, lifting up Santana onto the hood of her car so she can slip between her legs and kiss her and feel those lithe arms and legs wrap around her and-

"We have to stop," Santana pants even as her body is leaning more into Brittany, hands groping and squeezing her breasts harder. "We have to..."

Brittany just kisses her into whimpers and eventual silence until the sunset that's illuminating Santana's brown eyes and highlighting her find hair almost disappears. Even then, she has to fight to pull away from Santana's too talented tongue.

"We should really stop." Each word is punctuated with a pacifying kiss, until they're about to go at it again.

"I'd really like to do it against the car, Britt." Santana gasps as Brittany bites down against that spot on her neck. "But Steve would probably hear and then see us."

Brittany freezes upon hearing his name.

Freezes then she's pulling Santana off the car and unlocking the doors and shoving the keys into the ignition and Santana's hards are in her pants, pulling out her hardness just as the engines turn on and-

"Holy shit!" Brittany wheezes, head rebounding off the seat. She's missed those hands.

Santana leans over, gives it an open mouth kiss on it's side, nose breathing in heavily the smell of Brittany.

"I've missed you too." She says, giving it another kiss. When she's done, she pulls away and puts Brittany's raging cock back into her pants and orders her to drive.

Her girlfriend has just talked to her dick and kissed it like it's the best thing in the world. Correction. Santana is the best thing in the world times ten million ducks and unicorns.

They've never gotten home faster.

It takes less than fifteen minutes of Brittany weaving through traffic and Santana sitting in the passenger seat with this smirk on her face for them to get home. When they do Brittany orders Santana to stay in the car as she gets out and opens the door. Just as Santana is unbuckling her belt, Brittany leans down and picks her up and off the seat bridal style, pulling her out of the car and shutting the door with her hips, Santana squealing in delight.

Brittany doesn't let her lady's feet touch the ground as she carries her inside the apartment complex.

They ride the elevator up with a single mom that Brittany knows from down the hall who smiles at their goofiness, Brittany still carrying Santana. When her daughter asks why she's doing that, Brittany replies with the easiest thing that comes to mind.

"I'm her prince."

The girl's eyes light up in surprise.

"You're a girl. You can't be a prince." The girl says slowly. "To be a prince you have to be a boy and save the princess."

Santana, in her arms, shrugs, "Britt's saved me from a lot of things. What does that make her?"

The girl is visibly confused, eyebrows cutely scrunched together.

"You can be anyone to anyone," hey mother says, smiling widely at the young couple. Brittany's heart almost melts. "Brittany is Santana's prince."

"Sometimes she's my prince and saves me too."

Santana adds, "So we're both princes and princesses."

The elevator dings at their floor and they got off, going their separate ways.

Brittany struggles a little and nearly hits Santana's head as she tries to open the door, which she does manage eventually without dropping Santana. They laugh and giggle and kiss their way into the apartment until Brittany is tossing Santana onto their bed and rummaging through that locked drawer of goodies.

Santana is already tugging off her shirt by the time Brittany finds what she's looking for.

They help each other get undressed in this slowed pace desperate pace with long searing kisses. When they're finally naked, Brittany pulls back.

"How do you want it?" She asks, eyes roaming and appreciating Santana's toned body. She's started going to the gym again, a side effect of their meet up with Quinn, and has quit the pizza and pasta completely. It's beginning to show. Not that she loves Santana any more or less before and after the change, she's simply glad that Santana has finally jumped onto the healthy train with her.

Besides, you can't put take away or add more to her love for Santana. It's like impossible, like adding or subtracting from infinity. The thing is still infinite.

As she's thinking this, Santana lays down on the bed, legs spread.

"I want you inside of me first." She orders, making Brittany drop the dildo on the nightstand and practically jump onto the bed with her. It's been so long, the quick morning sessions don't do the job right, so long since she's been able to go inside of Santana and enjoy it.

They take it slow because all this week has been is fast, doing everything in a hurry. No matter many times Brittany has seen and felt and kissed Santana's body, she still feels like she has to reacquaint herself with it so she kisses her lips as she brings their hips together, hands just touching soft, velvety skin.

Santana seems to agree with her because she doesn't usher her and simply kisses back and gasps in relief when their heated centers meet.

Brittany lets out a breath.

"You're wet."

Santana nods, kissing her again, hands groping her breasts. "Fill me."

Brittany does, slow and tender, even stopping for a moment to let Santana readjust. They let out a collective sigh of relief when Brittany is all the way in, Santana's eyes shut tight. She doesn't move until Santana orders her to, starting a slow pace.

She brings Santana's left hand up and kisses the knuckle of her ring finger gingerly before doing so. Brittany doesn't know why she does it but the love in Santana's eyes makes her glad that she did it.

They let the room fill up with appreciative whimpers and moans, with soft declarations of adoration until the air is thick with love and the smell of sex and Brittany's pace is one that is chasing her own orgasm and dragging Santana with her.

"Britt." Santana calls, hands coming down to hers and tangling their fingers together. "So close."

"Me too," Brittany nods, squeezing their hands. "Together."

Santana echoes those words and lasts just a few more thrusts and, with almost perfect synchronization, falls over the edge with Brittany.

It's the type of orgasm that doesn't shove her over the edge and wreck her body with pleasure until she's screaming and begging for more. It's the type of thing that makes her feel whole and filled and completely in love with Santana. It's that type of an orgasm but with so much intensity that she has to lay down on Santana.

Or maybe that's just her own personal need to feel more of her, to have their skin touch in more than just a few places. She wants Santana in this way that makes her feel like being inside her isn't enough, as if, by laying down and onto the crook of Santana's shoulder makes her chest expand, and she just wants their bodies to merge together because the inches between their hearts are too much to handle.

Santana wraps her arms around her and she feels safe and secure. She feels loved and filled in a way only Santana could make her.

They start round two shortly after a five minute break and Brittany is already grabbing at the dildo with excitement. Santana turns over on her belly and surprises the blonde with her ass in the air and face pressed against the covers.

Now Brittany knows how she likes it.

Brittany is torturously slow and still in exploration mode, hands coming down to touch and press down her back until they meet soft cheeks. Then thin fingers are trailing and circling her puckered hole and she sucks in a breath of excitement.

"Let me get the lube." Brittany whispers, voice soft and gentle like the pads of a lily after a long thunderstorm. Santana is both impatient and waiting, caught between this gentleness that's developed between them and wanting to impale herself on Brittany.

She settles for sitting up and taking the fake member into her hands. It's almost exactly Brittany's length and only slightly slimmer in girth. It has emotional significance too because it attaches to a leather belt, making it a strap on, one that she used on Brittany.

They were each other's firsts in almost everything and ass virginities shouldn't make her that emotional...but it's touching to come home one day and have Brittany nervously push a box over to her and then ask her to 'be her first'.

'First and only' she remembers Brittany whispering as she takes the fake member into her mouth.

Brittany stops midway in her reach to their drawer of lube and practically gawks at her. Santana bobs her head twice before retracting it from her mouth. "This is supposed to be you, right?"

The blonde grunts a 'yes', eyes still on Santana as she get out the bottle of lube and swallowing thickly when, upon applying the lube, Santana takes it back into her mouth, following the stroke of her hand with her lips.

She makes a show of blowing the member and one hand reaches between her legs to finger herself. There's something about watching Brittany masturbate to the sight of her that gets her going really fast. It's hot because she knows that she's on Brittany's mind and she's really the thing that's making those hands rub faster and faster without actually having to touch her.

"Fuck," Brittany's eyebrows furrow and Santana feels the fake penis prod her throat. "Take me, San, take my dick baby."

She may have just came a little.

Santana moans and slides it back out of her mouth, giving it a long lick from base to tip. "Your cock is so good, Britt," she watches those hands stroke even faster and her fingers begin to work as well, flicking her clit, "You're so damn hot."

They scoot closer to each other but refrain from touching each other directly, their knees barely meeting. Brittany increases her pace yet again, the wet sound of her hands running up and down her now thoroughly lubed shaft making everything so much hotter. Santana forgets the sweet gentleness of before, an animalistic desire boiling up.

"Faster." She orders, "Fuck my face Britt."

She's pretty sure she just saw Brittany grow another inch from those words so she takes the shaft back into her mouth and forcefully deepthroats herself with it, trying to match the pace of Brittany's hands.

"Ugh. San, take it, shit you're so good." Santana watches Brittany turn frantic, "Ah, fuck, I'm going to, San, gonna-"

Cum.

Santana thinks as she sees white liquid spurt out of Brittany's hard member and onto her stomach. Quickly, she leans forward, arching her back to try and taking her cock in her mouth but Brittany, with a burst of energy, maneuvers out of her way and behind her, shoving her face down on the mattress as she feels hot sperm hit her ass.

Then Brittany is moaning and stroking her still orgasming cock on her asshole, pressing a finger to spread the cum into her ass.

"Thats right, baby, lube me up," Santana moans, feeling another finger invade her backdoor. "So fucking sexy..."

She's so ready for this, so ready to be filled to the brim by both Brittanys.

Brittany reaches for the dildo thats in her hands and she lets it go gladly. To her surprise, she feels it trail down her chest only to stop there and rub around a little.

"Thanks for lubing up my cock, baby." Santana moans at those hot words, eyes rolling to the back of her head when she feels the fake member slide down even further and poke at her sensitive clit. "You ready?"

"Yes." She hisses, gripping at the bedsheets as Brittany grips her hips hard for leverage.

She enters her ass first, and cautious. It's been almost a month since they've done any real anals, discounting the occasional fingers, so Brittany, as always, is slow and gentle, making sure not to press too fast even as Santana reassures her theres enough lube for her to thrust in. She does though, as if the mounting pleasure and suspense had gotten the best of her. The last half, she stills Santana's lower body, asking for the last time if thats what she wants and the moment Santana whines a loud "yes!", she's fully sheathed inside her.

Santana screams.

It burns, it always does. It's just that she's been waiting for this and now that it's here and finally inside of her, it feels fucking amazing. Santana lets Brittany know this, praising her between her gulps of air. She's on her elbows now, finding that it's easier to breath and the position gives her a little more leverage to thrust back if she wants.

She's going to want it. Soon.

Santana is already so full, so stretched but this is what she wants, this is what she's been dreaming of since forever now so she doesn't stop Brittany from leaning forward, putting most of her weight onto her and guiding the dildo to her entrance.

"You're beautiful," Brittany whispers and spreads her folds to push the head in. "Beautiful and sexy and the best thing that's ever happened to me..."

Instantly, her forehead falls down to the sheets, eyes looking under herself to see Brittany easing her cock into her hole. It's delicious, feeling it come into herself and brush against Brittany's real cock, separated by a thin membrane.

"More," Santana mutters, breathing in deep breaths. Brittany pushes in further and she takes a want down to wrap around Brittany's, guiding and pressing in harder. "More."

The fullness feels really, different from her dream but a good different, the type that makes ther teeth and gum ache from the completeness that she has, as if she is about to burst from it all. Her eyes shut tight as she feels herself stretch more for Brittany, until her she can't take it anymore and her hand falls limp onto the bed.

Brittany halts.

"Enough?"

Santana forces her eyes to open, to look upon the sight of Brittany's long fingers massaging the rest of the length with her juices that are slowly making it's way down the fake cock. She nearly took the whole thing in, maybe two inches is left. It does something to her.

"Thrust, Britt, please."

"At the same time?" Brittany sounds nervous, as if worried that she's going to break. "San, are you okay?"

"Yes. God, yes. Just...please...not at the same time...you pull out and keep it in and..."

Brittany kisses her back, a sign that she understands.

The first thrusts, as always, are experimental ones, going slow so Brittany can get used to pushing in as she pulls out, as if relearning Santana's body again. She's glad too because she's not sure if she'll be able to handle the idea of two members invading her body that fast like in her dream.

In a few minutes, Brittany is picking up her pace, loving the feel of a member going in and pressing onto her cock as she pulls out. This way, Santana is still hers, Santana is still being pleasured by her and her alone and she loves it. For Santana, it's something beyond heavenly pleasure with Brittany's continually quickening pace.

"Fuck me, Britt." Santana demands, the pain resolved to say at the back of her mind and slowly fading away, the tension in her stomach coiling away with every move Brittany makes. "Oh, god, faster, faster, baby, come on, in my dreams you're fucking me into oblivion."

Brittany gives a particularly hard thrust with the dildo in her hand, making sure it scrapes upon her g-spot. Santana squeaks, "Like that, like that Britt."

The blonde on top of her keeps moving at an approving pace, not as fast as they usually go but Santana didn't usually have two hard dicks inside of her.

"LIke it, San? I'm so deep inside of you..."

Santana whimpers.

"Yes, yes...Britt...I'm...I'm going to..."

Brittany moans in approval, thrusting even faster than before.

"O-oh, Brittany! Just like that!" Her other hand comes down to rub Santana's swollen clit and Santana's body starts to writhe and shiver, trying to contain her orgasm. "Fuck, Brittany, so good!"

Santana opens her eyes again and it's the sight of Brittany's hand, coated in her arousal and glistening, combined with the amazing sensation of having Brittany and the fake member thrust inside of her that makes her scream.

"Brittany!"

Her legs freeze, back arching and, to her surprise, her hips begin to thrust back at Brittany wanting more and more. They're frantic, pushing back and forth with desperation as waves of pleasure wrecks her body and Brittany gives it to her, almost pounding into her.

They're at that point again, this point of madness and utter chaos, where nothing matters than just Santana and Brittany and feeling good.

"Yes! YES!" Santana is screaming into the bed, the bed frame rocking into the wall as Brittany doesn't relent.

"You like this my huge cocks inside of you Santana?" Brittany voice is rough and hoarse, and so so sexy. "You like me fucking your ass and pussy and rubbing this hard clit, baby?"

At that, Brittany sheaths both members as deep inside of her as possible, making sure her hips hit Santana's ass and push even deeper. At those words, Brittany rolls her clit between her thumb and index finger making Santana cum again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Santana's body clenches and then relaxes, a heap on the bed. It takes her a moment to realize that Brittany is still slowly pumping her hips and kissing up and down her back, lapping at beads of sweat. Her hands have left the valley of her hips, leaving the didlo deep inside of her and are groping her breasts, ghosting over her nipples.

They're not done.

It's more like halftime between the game and Brittany is giving a spectacular show.

"You squirted," Brittany whispers into her ear before taking the lobe into her mouth and sucking. She mumbles, "It was so hot."

At that, a jolt of electricity is sent down to her groin, making her moan, clenching on Brittany's hardness thats between her legs.

"Brittany..." Santana manages, "Oh my god..."

Brittany just continues to tongue her ear, turning her on more and more, the tiredness in her bones slowly fading away with each stroke of that pink muscle coating each crevice with saliva.

"I should have brought this up way sooner," Santana says like an afterthought.

"Mhmm." Brittany finishes her ear and trails her tongue down her neck, giving it a quick kiss before asking, "Are you ready to go again?"

Santana isn't really sure, she's sort of numb down there right now if not for the occasional throb from her clit but she nods dumbly, letting Brittany take control. And Brittany does, wrapping both arms securely around her waist and pulling her up so she's sitting on her haunches and leaning back on Brittany.

Her neck leans back onto Brittany's shoulder, finally able to see her girlfriend again.

"You're beautiful," Santana says, smiling.

"You're only saying that because I gave you two orgasms." Brittany flirts.

"Maybe." Santana giggles, drunk on their love, "But I think that all the time. You're beautiful and gorgeous and pretty and talented and amazing..."

Santana leans over and puckers her lips, still muttering praises, to which Brittany gladly responds by kissing her. She stays still like that for a few minutes, letting Brittany carry her weight, back pressed against two very present breasts, just letting Brittany hold her.

She isn't too sure when they started up again, probably when Brittany wraps her hand on top of her and guides it down to the dildo, telling her to set the pace. Or maybe it was when Santana asked her to fuck her as hard possible after Brittany teases her clit for too long. Or maybe it was when the blonde declared that she was going to make sure to cum in her ass.

Either way, pretty soon, Santana has one hand bent back, gripping a clump of blonde hair as Brittany bites and nips and licks at her neck, ramming into her ass and they're both pumping the dildo at a frightening speed into Santana.

She isn't sure if she's ever felt something this amazing because everytime she thrusts back, she impales herself on Brittany's rock hard dick and the fake member is scraping against that special spot when it pulls out of her.

"Fuck, San, take it! Fuck..." Brittany's voice is turning into that high pitch, tale tell sign she's about to cum hard. "Fuck, I can feel my other dick fucking you!"

Brittany brings her free hand down and slaps Santana's clit and dripping pussy, making her jump at the sensation.

"Ohmygod!" Brittany does it again and again before settling to rub the hardened nub furiously, "So good! BrittBritt!"

"Rub your clit baby, I need, ah, I need my hands!" Santana does so without wondering why.

She gets her answer shortly when Brittany grips her hips hard and roughly quickens her pace into her ass, thrusting and pulling at her hips.

"Brittany! Oh fuck! You're fucking, fucking...por favor," Santana slips into a stream of Spanish curse words jumbled in with occasional English words.

Having been with Santana for so long, Brittany actually recognizes and understands those words, something along the lines of "Brittany" and "love" and "faster" and, really, she can understand more words when she isn't practically raping Santana's ass with her eight inch rod.

"San," Brittany gasps, "Fuck, I'm about to cum, nugh, into, fuck, your ass baby."

"¡Dámela!"

That does it for Brittany who orgasms with a yell, feeling herself bottom out into Santana, hammering into her in rapid succession until she feels Santana grip her tighter and scream out again, body giving out and threatening to fall over. The blonde redirects their way down to her side taking the most impact.

Panting, they lay in silence for a little while until their heartbeats return to relatively normal speeds. Santana takes her time gingerly pulling the dildo out of her and tossing it somewhere, wanting to enjoy just the real Brittany.

"That." The blonde speaks up, pinky finding Santana's, "Was out of this world."

Santana hums in agreement, feeling a sort of contentment wash over her. Outside, the crickets are sounding off, cars zooming past their small apartment in Chicago, making small light patterns through their window on the seventh floor of a livable apartment complex. Beside her is her best friend and lover of a decade now, whose chest every so often brushes against her back, whose arms are wrapped securely around her waist and kissing her shoulder and she can't full happier.

"San?" Brittany speaks up, as if calling out her name for the fifth time, "Santana?"

She pulls out gently and sits up on her elbows, "Are you okay?"

Santana blinks, surprised to find wetness roll down her cheeks. She nods, hoping that Brittany didn't just see it but it's too late, the blonde is already reaching over and wiping away a tear with the pad of her thumb.

"Baby, are you okay?"

She bites her lips from crying anymore because she feels so, so happy right now. "...happy," Santana mumbles, pulling Brittany down and turning so they're pressed together as much as possible. "So happy."

"Me too." Brittany whispers, rubbing their noses together. She brings them closer together so that Santana is quietly sobbing into her shoulder and she's cradling her around her arms. They stay like that for God knows how long, Brittany doesn't care, she just keeps stroking her hands comfortingly up and down a smooth back until the hiccups stop and Santana's regulates itself.

"We should shower..." Santana suggests after several long moments.

Brittany nods, peeling their skin off each other until they're completely separate. She's quick to get up, standing at the foot of their bed. Santana's eyes widen when she feels the blonde grip her ankle and pull her down, then strong hands are pulling her up and her legs are wrapping around Brittany's waist and she's carrying her off to their bathroom.

"A prince never lets her lady step foot on common ground." Brittany giggles as she kicks the bathroom door open.

Damela = give it to me

Did I input to much feels in there? I hope not.

Heres another pole for those who what prompt5/exhibition/sex in front of people. Who do you want to be the audience? A group of strangers at a sex club or more specific people?

Let me know what you think of the chapter! Review because seriously, they make my day and I write faster~