Work Text:
Santana opened her front door, greeted with the sight of Finn standing awkwardly on her porch. He clutched a bouquet of flowers.
“What’re those for?” she asked sharply.
Finn glanced down at the flowers. “Uh, you?”
“Santanita, quién es ese?” her mother called from the kitchen.
“Nadie, Mami,” Santana responded. Her mother ignored her words and left the kitchen. She came up behind Santana, beaming.
“Oh, you have to introduce me, mija.” Her mother held her hand out to Finn to shake. “I’m Mirabel, Santana’s mami.”
“That’s Finn,” Santana said. “We’re going now. I’m gonna sleep over at Britt’s tonight.”
“Wait, wait,” Mirabel said. “Let me get a picture. It’s been so long since you’ve been on a proper date. Do you know that Puckerman boy, Finn? You’re such a gentleman compared to him.”
“Uh, thanks, Mrs. Lopez,” Finn said.
“Call me Mirabel, sweetheart. Santana’s papi and I are divorced,” Mirabel said.
“Mami, hurry up and take the picture,” Santana said. She grabbed Finn’s arm and dragged him to stand in front of the porch railing. She turned into him, hand on her hip. Finn still held the bouquet. He placed his free hand carefully in the dip of Santana’s back. Santana managed to resist rolling her eyes at his hesitance.
“Ok, smile,” Mirabel said. She clicked the button on the camera. “Ay, tan hermosa!”
“‘Kay, thanks, Mami. Bye.” Santana stepped away from Finn and descended the porch steps. Finn quickly hurried after her. He unlocked the car and she got into the passenger seat. Finn got into the driver’s seat and offered her the flowers. She rolled her eyes at them. Finn sighed and twisted around to lay the bouquet on the backseat.
“You look pretty,” Finn said. He put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb.
“I know.” Santana was wearing a baby pink silk dress and Brittany’s black and white motocross jacket. Finn was wearing black baggy jeans and a long sleeve dark gray t-shirt.
“So, um, do you want to get dinner first?” he asked.
Santana pressed her forehead against the cool glass of the window. “Don’t you just want to get it over with?”
“It’s my first time,” Finn said. “I want it to be special.” Santana exhaled, making the window fog up. “How was yours?”
“What?” she asked.
Finn’s fingers flexed on the steering wheel. “If you tell me about your first time, maybe I won’t be so… dopey.”
Santana giggled. “No way. You are going to be a dope regardless and besides, I promised him I wouldn’t tell.”
“Ok. Um, so should we just go straight to the motel?”
Santana slumped down in the seat, her seat belt riding up on her stomach. “I don’t care. If you really want dinner, we can go. You’re paying.”
“We can just… go to the motel,” Finn said.
“‘Kay.” Santana fidgeted with the zipper of Brittany’s jacket. She wished Sue hadn’t forced them to find a younger guy to sleep with. There was no cool factor in younger guys, if you were a girl, anyway. It was cool to sleep with someone in college; it would never be cool to sleep with a freshman. At least Finn was the same grade as her. Santana sighed.
“You know, if you’re doing this as some sort of favor toward me–”
“It is a favor,” Santana snapped. “You’ve been walking around that school stinking of incompetence and pixie dust. You want Rachel to like you again, right? Well, that Jesse guy reeks of sex and girls like that. We like an experienced man that can do us right. I’m doing you a huge favor.”
Finn glanced at her, worrying at his lip before nodding. “Yeah. Ok, yeah. You think Rachel will like me again after this?”
“Trust me, Finnocence.” Santana smirked. “She’ll be all up on you when I’m done.”
Santana walked into their room after Finn unlocked it. She draped Brittany’s jacket on a chair and went over to the bed. She sat down, leaning back on her hands.
“Coming, fetus face?”
“Just give me a minute,” Finn said. He walked into the bathroom, leaving Santana effectively alone. She slid down to lie flat on the bed.
It wasn’t that she was nervous. She had fucked too many guys to be nervous anymore. Finn was basically just a discount Puck. Nothing to worry about. She just would rather be with Brittany. Brittany could fuck her better anyway. Santana frowned, shoving the thought away. She and Brittany were just having fun; boys were still the best for sex and social status.
The bathroom door creaked open. Santana sat up, her lips quirking up. Finn walked slowly to the edge of the bed in front of her.
“Ready?” Santana asked, grasping his arms and pulling herself to stand. Finn steadied her with a hand on her back.
“You’ll tell me if I’m doing it wrong, right? If I do anything you don’t like?”
Santana smiled and smoothed her hand along his chest. “It doesn’t matter. This is for you, remember? I don’t have to like it.”
Finn frowned. “I want you to like it, Santana. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Santana scoffed. “Like I’d let that happen. Come on, let’s get your clothes off.”
Finn reached for his shirt and lifted it over his head. Santana undid his belt buckle, pulling the leather free from the belt loops. She pressed the belt into his free hand. She unbuttoned his jeans and tugged the zipper down. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pulled his pants off. Santana stepped back to sink down on the mattress again. Finn went over to the armchair in the corner and dumped his clothes on it. He plucked his socks off and finally removed his boxers. His position gave Santana an eyeful of his pasty white ass. She looked up at the ceiling again.
Finn walked over to her. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah.” Santana stood up. “You know how to take off a dress, don’t you?” Finn nodded, blush coloring his cheeks. She noticed then that he already had a boner. She wasn’t very worked up herself, but that was nothing a minute with her hand couldn’t fix. Finn pulled the zipper of her dress down her back. Santana shrugged the spaghetti straps off of her shoulders and the silk slithered down her chest, pooling at her hips. Finn sucked in a breath.
“Like what you see?” Santana flipped her hair over her shoulder.
“I meant what I said earlier,” Finn said. “You really are beautiful.”
“I meant what I said too: I know.” Santana shimmied the rest of the way out of her dress. She handed it to Finn. “Go hang that up. I don’t want it to wrinkle.”
Finn nodded and walked over to the closet. Santana lounged on the bed, left only in her black lacy matching set. Finn returned from the closet a moment later and stood at the foot of the bed.
“Come here,” Santana said. “You can’t fuck me from over there.”
“Yeah, I know, but–” Finn exhaled. “Santana, are you sure you want to? I gotta make sure you’re ok with this.”
Santana spread her legs, knees bent and feet planted on the mattress. “I’m not gonna wait around all night for you to get started.”
“Are you really sure?” Finn shifted from foot to foot. “I could just… in your mouth.”
“Ew, no. I can’t even cum from that.” And she hated the choking feeling; it reminded her of sticking her fingers down her throat.
“Ok, ok.” Finn climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her. He leaned back on his haunches between her legs.
“You want it to feel good for me, right?” Santana asked, smirking.
“Yeah. Uh, yeah, of course,” Finn said.
“Ok. Then I gotta get ready.” She reached up and tangled a hand in his hair at the base of his neck. “You’re gonna kiss me and I’m gonna touch myself, got it?”
“Uh-huh,” Finn mumbled. Santana dragged his head down and kissed him wetly. His body caged her on the bed, his arms around her upper body and his legs boxing hers in.
Fuck, he was big. As much as she talked about how they do it in Lima Heights, she couldn’t fight off a guy Finn’s size. If she decided part way through she wanted to stop, she wasn’t going to be able to get away.
She tilted her head back, blocking her thoughts, and he shifted to kissing down her jaw to her neck. Santana slid a hand down between them and into her panties. She shut her eyes and rubbed quick circles around her clit. She tried to imagine Finn as someone else, but he was sloppier than Puck, and ginormous and rough compared to Brittany. Once enough wetness built up on her fingers, she pushed at Finn’s shoulder gently. He rose up on his hands, hovering above her and panting.
“Good?” he asked, out of breath.
“Yeah. You can take off my panties now.”
Finn sat back. “Ok.” He grabbed one of her legs and moved it so both legs were on the same side of his body. He grabbed her panties. Santana lifted her hips slightly to help him slide them down her legs.
“Where– uh, where do you want me to put them?” Finn held the garment delicately in one hand.
Santana reached out. “Just give it to me.”
Finn handed them over and Santana strained to place her panties on the nightstand. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, pushing her chest out slightly. Finn’s eyes darted down to her chest.
“The clasp is in the back, right?” Finn asked. Santana’s lips quirked.
“Wow, you’ve really never been with a girl, huh?”
Finn’s cheek burned brighter. “Quinn only ever let me go over the bra so–”
“Yeah, I know. She’s a prude. The clasp’s in the back.”
Finn nodded and reached around Santana, fumbling with her bra for a minute before it came undone. She helped him pull it off her shoulders and he put it on the nightstand next to her panties. When he looked back at her, his eyes immediately refocused on her breasts. He exhaled heavily, pupils dilating.
“Like them?”
“They’re great,” Finn said. Santana smiled. Her boobs weren’t super big, but they weren’t nothing.
“Wanna touch?”
Finn nodded eagerly. Santana guided his hands to cup her breasts. He squeezed gently and thumbed over her nipples. She shivered.
“They’re soft,” Finn remarked.
“Mm-hm.” Santana laid back down. He played with her boobs for a few minutes before he began shifting uncomfortably above her.
“What?” Santana snapped.
“I’m just really turned on,” Finn said. He let go of one of her breasts to reach down and squeeze his dick.
Santana lifted her hips. “Then do something about it.”
“Ok– Ok, can you– um…”
“Do you have a condom?” Santana asked suddenly.
Finn pulled away from her entirely. “No, oh my god! I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Santana sat up, running a hand through her hair to brush it out of her face. “I brought one. It’s in my jacket.” She got off the bed and went over to the armchair. She pulled the condom out of Brittany’s jacket and brought it back to Finn. She crawled back under him as he opened it. He handed her the wrapper and she put it on the nightstand.
He rolled the condom up his length. “So… I don’t really know–”
“Look,” Santana said. She spread her labia, exposing her vulva. “That’s where you put your dick.”
“Ok, should I–”
“I’m not done.” Santana pulled the hood of her clit back. “This is my clit. Your dick isn’t gonna make me feel that good; this will. So if I touch it, don’t get offended.”
“Ok.” Finn hovered awkwardly above her.
“You can start now.”
He nodded. He gripped the base of his dick and positioned it at her entrance. He pushed forward and hit her inner thigh. He tried again, shoving against her inner lips.
“No,” Santana said. “Look.” She spread her folds again.
“Sorry,” Finn mumbled.
“Just get it right this time.”
Finn set the tip of his dick against her entrance and thrust forward. This time, he entered Santana. He grunted as tightness engulfed him. Santana sighed at the familiar feeling. Finn was thinner than Puck, but a little bit longer. She planted her feet on the mattress and tilted her hips up to get a better angle.
“Oh my god,” Finn gasped out.
“Stay still,” Santana demanded. Her core was still too tight around him to handle movement comfortably. Finn nodded, slumping forward and pressing his face into her hair. Slowly, Santana’s walls relaxed, creating space for Finn to move. Finn propped himself up on his elbows, staring down at her.
“Your hair is so pretty.”
“Yeah? What about my tits, baby boy?” There was no reason Santana couldn’t have fun too. Finn’s dick throbbed inside of her.
“Oh my god, you like that? You wanna be Mommy’s baby boy?” She locked her legs around his lower back and squeezed her core. Finn moaned, low and guttural and fisted handfuls of the sheet by her head.. Santana threw her head back, laughing at the ceiling. Finn’s gaze darted away, embarrassed.
“Oh, come on,” Santana said. “I don’t care what turns you on– unless it’s something creepy, like dogs or blood or something.”
“Sorry,” Finn muttered. “Your tits are awesome.”
“You’re so corny,” Santana said. “Don’t worry. Rachel’ll like that, but it’s probably why Q never slept with you.”
“Ouch.”
Santana wiggled her hips. “You can start moving now. Keep it steady and deep.”
Finn began moving as Santana instructed. It felt ok. She wasn’t going to cum from it or anything, but it wasn’t awful. She rubbed at her clit half-heartedly. He sped up and it hurt a little. She didn’t say anything though because that wasn’t the point. He didn’t have to be good at sex. The rhythm was off now, but Finn was clearly hurtling toward his finish line so Santana just squeezed her core in time with his thrusts as best she could. She gave up on the prospect of cumming. His mouth dropped open, making him look stupid. He grunted lowly and she felt the condom fill inside her. That had to be her least favorite part of sex. Condoms felt like a tiny, slimy balloon once they were used. Sometimes, she let Puck hit raw–she was on birth control anyway–and it was kind of better, but gross in its own way.
Finn had collapsed on top of her. He was heavy. Santana’s lungs felt like they couldn’t expand all the way.
She shoved at his shoulder. “Get off.”
Finn groaned and pushed himself up. He pulled his hips back and slid his dick out of her.
He grimaced. “Sorry, Santana.”
“What?” Santana looked down and saw the condom still inside her. Fucking gross. She rolled her eyes and tugged it out. “Throw it away.” She held it out to Finn.
“Sorry,” Finn repeated, taking the used condom and getting off the bed. He wavered slightly on his feet before regaining his balance. He threw the condom in the trash can and flopped back onto the bed beside her.
“Was that ok?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Santana stared up at the ceiling. Finn was quiet for a long time. Santana wondered if she hadn’t been as good as he was expecting. Except, he had cum so fast. He must have liked it. Santana shut her eyes. She’d go to Brittany’s in a little while and Britt would make it better. She said Santana was incredible at sex.
“Do you feel good?” Finn asked. Santana rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her elbow to look at him.
“I mean, I didn’t cum or anything, but it was fine.”
“No, like… I don’t know. Do you feel happy?”
Santana rolled back onto her back. She fidgeted with her fingers. “I like sex.” That was true, but this had just felt dull and lifeless.
“Right.” Finn paused. “Did you like it the first time?”
“I told you I wasn’t going to talk about that.” Santana sat up, swinging her legs off the bed. Finn didn’t respond.
“Sorry you didn’t like it,” Santana said, her voice hard, “but at least you’ll have a chance with Rachel now. Just take me to Brittany’s house.”
“Santana.”
She heard Finn shifting behind her, sitting up.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like–”
“I don’t care,” Santana interrupted.
Finn sighed. “Do you want dinner?”
“Ok,” Santana said after a beat. “Give me a minute though.” She rose from the bed and went into the bathroom. When she was done, they redressed and left the motel room. Finn drove them to a drive-through. He ordered a double cheese burger, fries, and a milkshake. Santana ordered a diet coke. Finn wolfed down his fries in the parking lot, dipping a few of them into his milkshake.
“Is that good?” Santana asked.
“Yeah. Wanna try?” Finn held out a fry to her.
“No.” She turned to look out the window. “Can you just drive me to Britt’s when you’re done?”
“Yeah.” Finn deflated. “Where does she live?”
“Off North West street by the middle school,” Santana said. Finn nodded. He finished his burger and pulled out of the parking lot. Santana directed him to Brittany’s house and he parked in the driveway.
“Bye. I’ll see you at school,” Finn said as Santana got out of the car.
“Yeah. See you.” Santana plucked her diet coke from the cup holder and pulled Brittany’s jacket tighter around herself, walking up to the front door. She went inside–the Pierces almost never locked their door–and went up the stairs. Santana slipped into Brittany’s bedroom. Brittany was sitting at her desk. She looked up at the sound of her door.
“San! I thought you couldn’t come over today.”
Santana nodded. She hadn’t told Brittany about Finn. Somehow it felt wrong.
“You look cold, baby,” Brittany said. Santana wandered over to Brittany’s desk, draping herself over Brittany’s back.
“A little bit,” she agreed, setting her diet coke down. “Whatcha doing?”
“Homework.” Brittany pouted. “I’m stuck.”
“I’ll do it for you. Why don’t you do something fun with me now?”
Brittany spun in her chair to face Santana, craning to look up at her. “Like what?”
“This.” Santana pressed her lips against Brittany’s. She felt Brittany grin against her mouth.
“Yeah,” Brittany said, pulling back only a hair breadth. “Let’s do that.” Santana smiled back, leaning her forehead against Brittany’s. Brittany pulled fully away and stood up. She pressed into Santana’s personal space and cradled Santana’s hips in her palms.
“I missed you today,” Brittany murmured.
Santana looped her arms behind Brittany’s neck. “I missed you too. I need you, Britt-britt.”
“Ok, baby.” Brittany walked Santana backward until her knees hit the bed and lowered her down gently. Santana wriggled up the bed, Brittany following above her.
Brittany cupped Santana’s cheek, smoothing her hair away. “Hi, mi chica hermosa.”
Santana blushed, turning her face away.
“Say hi back,” Brittany insisted, tickling Santana’s stomach. Santana squirmed and reached down to catch Brittany’s hands.
“Hi, Britt.”
“No,” Brittany said liltingly. She bent down to drag her nose along Santana’s jaw. “Say something cute.”
“Britt is cute,” Santana argued. Brittany tugged her hands free and crossed her arms to pout down at Santana.
Santana rolled her eyes fondly. “That’s cute too, baby.”
“I’ll go back to my homework if you don’t come up with something.”
“No, don’t do that,” Santana said quickly. She sat up, wrapping her arms around Brittany’s back to keep her in her lap. She leaned in close so they were breathing the same air. “Hi, my brilliant girl.”
“Yay,” Brittany said softly. She pressed a soft kiss to Santana’s lip. “Ready, mi chica hermosa?”
“Always."
“Help me get your clothes off,” Brittany said, tugging gently at the jacket. “I wanna see my girl.” Santana leaned up and kissed Brittany. Brittany urged Santana to part her lips with her tongue and licked into her mouth as she shoved her down onto the mattress. Santana moaned softly, head falling back to the mattress. Brittany followed her down, kissing along her jaw. Santana’s hips jerked, her center grinding against Brittany’s leg that had fallen between her own.
“Britt!”
Brittany pulled back and smiled at her handiwork. Santana was spread out beneath her, flushed with her hair like a halo around her head.
“You’re wearing too much.”
“Take it off me then,” Santana said. Brittany guided Santana to sit up slightly and tugged the jacket off of her.
“This is too big for you, baby.” Brittany tossed it to the floor and began working on Santana’s dress.
“I like it,” Santana said, helping Brittany to get the dress over her shoulders. “It’s yours.”
“And you look so pretty wearing my things.” Brittany dipped down to capture Santana’s lips once more. “But you look even prettier in nothing at all.” Santana giggled. Brittany tugged Santana’s dress all the way off, throwing it down to join the jacket on the floor. Santana reached up, brushing wisps of blonde baby hair from Brittany’s face and cupping her cheeks just to kiss her again.
“You too,” Santana said. “I wanna see you too.”
“Yeah, obviously.” Brittany was wearing a skin-tight crop top and light blue sweatpants. She shifted to straddle Santana’s waist and pulled her shirt over her head.
Santana grinned and ran her hands up Brittany’s abs. “Love these, baby. You gotta let me lick ice cream off them again.”
“Not tonight,” Brittany said. “Tonight’s all about you. You’re all tense, Sanny.”
“Sorry, baby. I just… it’s been a long day.”
Brittany flashed a smile. “It’s ok. I’ll fix it with my magic tongue.”
Santana laughed again, squeezing Brittany’s waist affectionately. “That’s so gross, Britt.”
“You love it, don’t lie.” Brittany nuzzled her nose against Santana’s.
“Yeah, yeah.” Santana fell back to the mattress. Brittany took the hint and wrestled out of her sweatpants, leaving her in a sports bra and boyshorts. She slid her hand beneath Santana and unclipped her bra, tossing it away.
“So so pretty, honey.” Brittany kissed along the tops of Santana’s breasts. “Perfect, just like this.”
Santana tangled her fingers in Brittany’s hair, letting the words sink into her skin. Sometimes, she hated her body, hated herself. Brittany was the only one who could bring her out of it.
“Me crees? Eres hermosa,” Brittany murmured against her skin.
Santana wrapped her legs around Brittany’s waist, holding her closer. “Only you.”
Brittany sunk her weight down, Santana’s clothed pussy pressing up against Brittany’s abs.
“I can feel you,” Brittany said. “You’re so wet.”
“Please, Britt,” Santana whined. “I need you.”
“I’ve got you.” Brittany slid a hand down Santana’s stomach and into her panties. She found Santana’s slippery clit instantly and began rubbing circles into it. Santana moaned, back arching off the bed. Brittany ducked her head and captured a nipple between her lips. She curled her tongue around it, the suction a perfect companion to the rhythm of her fingers. Santana’s walls clenched around nothing, leaking wetness down Brittany’s wrist.
“Britt, please, oh my god,” Santana gasped, hips jerking up against Brittany’s solid form. Brittany’s lips turned up in a sultry smile. She sat up and pulled her hand out of Santana’s panties.
“I should just leave you like this,” she said. “You look so good, desperate and pliant.”
“God, just for you. Just you, baby,” Santana begged.
“Just me?” Brittany lifted her bra over her head and tugged off her boyshorts, leaving her naked. Santana looked up at her in awe and reached out to lay her palm on Brittany’s abs again, grateful she was allowed to touch. Brittany pulled off Santana’s panties, dropping them off the bed to the floor. She spread Santana’s folds with two fingers. “No one else gets to see this?”
Santana canted her hips up into Brittany’s steady hands. “Not the way you do. No one else gets me like you do.”
“I know.” Brittany slid down onto her stomach, hands gripping Santana’s waist. “I’m the only one who can take care of you.”
Santana knotted her fingers in her hair. “Please, Brittany!”
Brittany licked up Santana’s pussy from her entrance to her clit, swirling her tongue against the sensitive bud. Santana cried out, tightening her fingers in Brittany’s hair and pulling her closer. Brittany hummed contentedly against Santana’s skin, the vibrations making Santana moan again. Brittany lapped at Santana’s folds, drinking in sticky-sweet wetness. She avoided Santana’s clit mostly and refused to dip her tongue inside. Santana twisted her hips, trying to get Brittany’s attention where she needed it most.
“Stop teasing,” Santana whined, pulling Brittany’s hair gently. Brittany turned her head to the side and sealed her lips on the meat of Santana’s inner thigh. She sucked a bruise into the skin, pressing her teeth in to mark her possession. Tears pricked in Santana’s eyes at the loss of sensation. She reached down to rub her neglected clit.
Brittany slapped her hand away. “This is mine. I’m taking care of you.”
“Then do it.” Santana shifted, trying to get stimulation. Brittany grinned wolfishly. She leaned down at sealed her lips around Santana’s clit. Santana cried out at the intensity. Her heels dug into Brittany’s upper back. Brittany sucked gently, curling her tongue over the nub. Santana’s walls ached, pulsing in time with Brittany’s mouth. Tingles ran up and down her spine, heating pooling low.
“Britt,” she gasped, “I’m close.” Brittany kept up her motions, continuing to build the pleasure in Santana’s body. She thumbed over Santana’s hip to distract her as she moved the other hand. She pushed two fingers up against Santana’s entrance. They were pulled in by Santana’s greedy body, walls instantly clamping down.
“Oh my god, oh my god!” Santana cried. “Don’t stop!"
Brittany didn’t stop. She kept up her attention on Santana’s clit. She thrust her fingers in and out, curling each time they settled deep. Pleasure coiled tight in Santana’s core. The stimulation–both internal and external–made her feel like a completed circuit, electricity coursing through her veins. The coil in her tightened, her heels pressing harder into Brittany’s back. Santana’s head dropped backward, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. Her walls clenched down on Brittany’s fingers, stilling them inside. Brittany released the suction of her mouth and lapped softly at Santana’s clit. Santana panted, coming down from her high. Slowly, her walls relaxed.
Brittany slid her fingers out and put them in her mouth. Santana smiled sleepily and urged Brittany up with hands in her hair. Santana forced herself to sit up. She moved her hands from Brittany’s hair to cup her face. With one hand, she rubbed her wetness off of Brittany’s chin before leaning in to kiss her. Brittany smiled against her lips and lowered Santana back down on the mattress. She rolled them so she laid on her back with Santana draped half-way over her.
“Feel good, honey?” Brittany asked quietly.
“Uh-huh,” Santana mumbled into her shoulder. Brittany pulled the blanket up over them and twined their legs together. Santana’s eyes slipped closed. Brittany tucked a lock of hair behind Santana’s ear, gazing fondly at her girl. Brittany leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Santana’s forehead before closing her own eyes to succumb to sleep.