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Insatiable - Brittana Fanfiction

Summary: Brittany's sudden, confusing mood swings have been making Santana's head spin lately but she soon figures out what's causing them... and she’s the only one who can make it better. Season 3 Era Brittana Smut and Fluff

Rating: M

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Santana smiled to herself, glancing at the picture she kept in her locker of herself and Brittany cuddled close, right next to the silly yet adorable “Lord Tubbington thinks you’re purrfect” drawing her girlfriend had somehow slipped in there that was oddly validating to look at whenever she was having a bad day.

Her girlfriend… as in her girlfriend girlfriend. Just the thought of that brought a big, cheesy grin to her face. She’d probably be embarrassed about how goofy her facial expression was if anyone else could see her right then. She was becoming such a sap. Thankfully the school day was over and the hallways were deserted as the students had cleared out almost instantly.

She wasn’t one to be all sunshine and rainbows about well… anything but there was a lot to celebrate recently. Between finally being honest with others about her sexuality, actually dating the girl of her dreams - who if she was being honest, she had been in love with since childhood - and being able to tell the whole world how she felt about Brittany, Santana was having a great year.

It was one of those rare days when Santana didn’t have to drop Brittany home because the blonde’s mother had opted to drive her to her dance class she took halfway across town and they had some other mother daughter bonding shopping trip the two had been looking forward to for a while.

It was a Friday, meaning it was Santana and Brittany’s special date night. She didn’t have Glee Club practice, homework or anything Cheerios-related to worry about for the afternoon, which was a relief but after a while Santana’s thoughts began to drift to what Brittany had looked like that day, traipsing up and down the school in cute, tiny black shorts with suspenders and the most adorable pink and white polka dot shirt that revealed a sliver of pale, freckled skin on her lower abs and hips because it was just a little too small for her.

It had only been a few hours since their last class together but she was starting to miss her girl. She thought of Brittany the entire drive home, not accustomed to not having her there in the passenger seat singing along to pop songs or saying silly, adorable things just to make serious Santana smile.

Britt, are you home yet from your class?

She typed out the text quickly when she got to her bedroom, trying to keep her mind out of the gutter when she thought back to Brittany’s thick, creamy thighs, tiny waist and the way that tight blouse was clinging to her perky breasts. Even that super cute, high ponytail the girl was wearing that showed off her elegant neck had been such a turn on for Santana, she’d had to cross her legs and force herself to avoid leering at the girl so openly in class. She was dating the sexiest girl to ever exist. How did she get so lucky?

Fifteen minutes, then thirty passed and there was no response so Santana went off to busy herself by cleaning her room finally like her mom and Brittany had been hinting at - very sneakily in the blonde’s case - for ages. After she picked up her clothes from the floor and threw them into the hamper then kind of made up the bed and took a shower, she figured that was enough for the day and then just lazed around doing nothing.

Usually Brittany would reply almost instantly to her but Santana figured she probably got distracted by her family or something cat-related. Knowing her girlfriend, Brittany probably left her phone in her room and didn’t hear it, so Santana didn’t think too much of it. Santana knew how chaotic the Pierce parents and Brittany’s younger sister Stacy could be. She sent another text asking if the blonde was okay an hour later but still didn’t get a response, which was pretty weird. Santana started to worry for a second, her protective side kicking in and eventually called the girl when she didn’t answer any of her texts.

“Oh! Hi, Santana!” Brittany sounded really breathless and there was this high-pitched sound to her voice when she answered on the second ring. It was cute but Santana tilted her head to the side in confusion, frowning.

“Britt? Is everything okay? Did you see my texts?”

“Oh- I didn’t until now- I’m so sorry, San. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“That’s okay. You wanna come over to my place? My mom’s making pollo guisado, your favourite and we can do whatever you want… or I’ll take you out, anywhere you want. That new fancy five star steakhouse place just opened up,” The black-haired girl suggested, smiling in excitement at the thought of a romantic date just the way she wanted it. Lima actually having a new restaurant that wasn’t Breadstix, that dim sum place Tina hated or Taco Bell was a huge deal for them, as pathetic as that was. “They have that expensive shrimp thing you like. It’s my treat.”

“I can’t!”

Santana’s dark eyes widened, not expecting this response as Brittany never usually got flustered and snapped at her, especially not when their conversation was going so well before that. Most of all, Brittany would usually be delighted at the idea of them going out together. She had been over the moon lately since Santana had been asking her out on so many dates and really putting an effort into the romantic, sentimental side of things. Had Santana done something wrong? She tried to think back to what she could have done to offend the girl.

“I mean, I’m so sorry, that came out all wrong. You’re so sweet and I’d love to but I just really can’t go out tonight. Don’t feel like it.”

“Not even if I buy you shrimp? Are you feeling sick?”

“No, I’m not sick. I just don’t feel like it tonight, sorry.”

That was weird. Brittany refusing shrimp, especially when Santana was paying for it, was practically unheard of. The blonde definitely liked it when her rich girlfriend treated her to the finer things in life and Santana enjoyed nothing more than spoiling her.

Brittany was usually so bubbly and extroverted. She never missed the chance to go out with her anywhere and was always up for an adventure, especially on their date nights. She’d go out anywhere with Santana, even if it was just to the park down the block with the broken swing set.

For once, Santana was completely baffled and began to wonder who she could ask about girl-related problems, despite also being a girl herself. She couldn’t believe she was turning into the equivalent of one of those pathetic dudes who needed girlfriend advice. Her, Santana Lopez of all people… she was a total chick magnet and she should be an expert on all things girl related. She couldn’t stand the guys in Glee and she wasn’t about to make herself look like an idiot by asking them for help with this. Out of the bunch, Mike or Finn were probably the safest to ask and they both had long-term girlfriends so they might understand these complicated relationship things but she just couldn’t lower herself to that level.

“It’s fine… We’ll save some of my mom’s cooking for you anyway but just tell me, what are you doing? Your voice sounds kind of different. Were you working out before I called you?”

“No, it’s not that.”

She sounded so jittery. Santana arched a black eyebrow… was Brittany hiding something from her? That was practically unheard of for the blonde.

“Then please tell me, Britt,” She whined softly, her voice tinged with concern. Sometimes she had to really work for it and pull these things out of her girlfriend when the tall blonde was being a little confusing. “Tell me what I can do to make you feel better.”

There was a long pause. Brittany being eccentric wasn’t exactly a new thing but for once Santana was beginning to feel like she needed a guidebook on Brittanyisms. She remained patient, allowing her girl to explain.

“Santana I… um… really need you to come over,” The darker girl shivered, her stomach flipping and fluttering at the seductive edge to her girlfriend’s voice. “My parents just left on their trip and Stacy has a sleepover at her friend’s house, so we’ll be alone. I need your help. I really, really need you, right now, okay? I need you like that, okay? Will you come over?”

Santana sucked in a breath, her heart beating so fucking fast and crossed her legs, shifting around on the bed. The very idea Brittany was putting out was making her feel really hot and bothered but first thing’s first, she had to get her mind out of the gutter and figure out why Brittany was acting so bizarre, even for her. Going from refusing shrimp to practically begging her to have her wicked way with her was a big jump. Not to mention her girlfriend had never exactly sounded embarrassed or ashamed before when she told Santana explicitly what she wanted to do to her in bed in the past.

“Why didn’t you just say you wanted to get frisky? Of course I will, Babe but you’re starting to worry me.” Santana wasn’t one to ever refuse her girl, especially when she clearly wanted to get naked with her ASAP but her behaviour wasn’t typical. She thought long and hard about what Brittany’s mannerisms could mean. She considered herself an expert in figuring out Brittany’s quirks and what any sudden mood change meant. Brittany was more subtle about her mood shifts compared to herself and you had to think a little deeper to figure her out sometimes.

Then it hit her… that breathy, high-pitched and slightly shy sound of the blonde’s voice… She knew that sound anywhere…. The way she snapped at Santana before for literally no reason even though Brittany never raised her voice at anyone ever, especially her.

Even that weird silent treatment her girlfriend had given her that morning when she caught the Latina staring for a second too long at the long legs of another tall, blonde cheerleader who bent over in front of the black-haired girl was starting to make sense.

“Britt… Wait a second, when is your period due?”

“Um, two days from now, I think,” Brittany eventually answered, still so out of breath and Santana heard the sound of fabric rustling. She could just picture the blonde girl shifting around on her bed. “I lost my calendar and I couldn’t read it anyway, so I might have the dates a little off but I’m 99% sure it’s due then and I can just feel it.”

Santana smirked knowingly and lowered her voice to a husky, deep drawl, knowing it would make her girlfriend squirm just to hear it.

“You were touching yourself before I called, weren’t you?”

The line went quiet except for a startled intake of breath from the blonde and Santana’s cocky smirk deepened.

“Yes.” Brittany’s uncharacteristically shy, soft voice as she admitted the truth made Santana conscious of the sudden pressure between her own legs. Brittany was not one to be demure about admitting to what she did sexually but her coy, innocent girl act she put on for Santana at times turned the Hispanic girl on beyond belief and they both knew that. Wait a minute, was that a moan she had just heard from the girl?

“Are you fucking yourself right now?”

There was another long pause and Santana heard Brittany’s breath hitch. She kept the dirty talk going, knowing how much of a turn on it was for the blonde. Santana was loving every second of this.

“I just needed this so badly. Sorry, Santana… I couldn’t wait.”

God her moans were so pretty. How was literally everything about this girl so pretty?

“It’s okay, keep going. You can’t help it, can you? You’re thinking of me screwing you real good,” Brittany’s silence and sharp gasp all but confirmed the answer. “You’re all horny before that time of the month and you need me to fuck you so badly, don’t you, Baby Girl?”

“Yes, please, Santana,” That desperate whine from Brittany practically made the darker girl throb as she pictured the girl curled up on her bed with its cute, girly pink and baby blue sheets, her cheeks flushed, touching herself the entire time with lithe fingers, maybe even fucking herself with that pink toy she owned that they both knew about. The thought of that made Santana clench her legs together tightly, the room suddenly feeling ten times hotter and she had never been so jealous of an inanimate object. “Oh, I need you so much. It’s just not enough… I need your fingers. The pressure won’t go away.”

Santana breathed out a sigh of relief once she was able to think a little more clearly again through the intense wave of arousal Brittany’s words had caused in her. This was something she could handle. In fact, it excited her beyond belief. Brittany almost always was desperate and horny right before her period, which meant the two of them had great sex. She couldn’t believe she had been so slow on the uptake this month but all of the stupid Glee Club shenanigans were distracting her. She should have known this was what Brittany’s sudden mood swings were about.

Even before they started dating, Santana could count on Brittany to practically jump her bones every month at a specific time like clockwork. It was practically a ritual for them and it made Santana smug, pleased that it had always been only her Brittany wanted when that intense feeling hit her.

“I’ll be there in five minutes. Don’t you worry, Princess. I’ll make everything better.”

Santana had never driven anywhere so fast in her life, pulling up in front of the Pierce house and noticing with a smirk that just as Brittany mentioned, Whitney’s car wasn’t there and the driveway was empty. She loved when they had Brittany’s house to themselves and didn’t have to hold back. It wasn’t as if Whitney and Pierce had any issues with their relationship - in fact it was quite the opposite as they were overjoyed about the two of them dating - but it was still somewhat awkward sneaking around together while knowing that the blonde’s parents were around. Not that it had stopped them before…

She was holding a bag with a tub of chocolate ice cream and an assortment of candy bars for Britt that she swore she had managed to pick out and pay for at lightning speed from the convenience store on her way over, knowing that Brittany was going to need something sweet when she had this problem.

Santana fished out the key from its hiding place under one of Whitney’s plant pots and opened the door, calling to her girlfriend. Brittany skipped downstairs wearing just an old, oversized grey t-shirt that she had stolen from Santana a while back and nothing else. Santana loved it, her lips curving into a sideways smirk. The girl’s fair hair was out of its ponytail and fell to her shoulders in those long, beachy, blonde waves Santana adored so much on her. Santana’s eyes lingered on her chest, noticing that apparently her girlfriend hadn’t bothered to wear a bra either and the girl’s nipples were pointed. She swallowed hard, clearing her throat.

Brittany launched herself into Santana’s arms, clinging to her so tightly as if she never wanted to let her go and sighing in relief. She practically jumped on her, wrapping her legs around her, which nearly caused both of them to fall over as they both giggled. She closed her eyes, trying to tame her arousal again as those hardened nipples pressed against her own chest.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here,” She sighed against Santana’s neck, pressing her lips to the hot flesh just once and nuzzling closer as she ran her palms along Santana’s strong biceps down to her forearms while humming approvingly. “Mm you feel so good. I love when you hold me like this.”

“I would never leave you, Britt. You should have called me earlier though, I’d have come down. Look, I bought you lots of stuff. All your favourites.”

The blonde’s eyes lit up when she saw what Santana had and she kissed her on the cheek at least three times in gratitude as she thanked her. She immediately tried some of the ice cream straight from the tub, sharing some with Santana from her spoon.

“You know me so well. Aw, you didn’t have to, San. You’re the sweetest person ever in the universe.”

“It’s nothing, Britt. I know how much you need chocolate when it’s that time of the month.” Santana was happy that the snacks seemed to have cheered Brittany right up and pleased that her instincts had been correct when she decided on the impromptu shopping trip. She shared ice cream with Brittany for a while longer, both of them just standing around the kitchen table in comfortable silence and then her gaze inevitably fell to Brittany’s breasts again.

“What?” Brittany smirked, a sly look on her face as she teased her. “You’ve been looking at them the whole time since I came down. It’s like your eyes are laser focused. Usually you’re obsessed with my thighs and ass so it’s a little surprising.”

“You can’t blame me. They look rounder than normal even…” Santana shrugged as she was caught in the act, trying to act casual even though her face heated up a little as she chuckled. She leaned close to the blonde’s ear, tucking an errant strand behind it as she made no effort to disguise glancing at the girl’s chest again. “And I see that your air conditioner is definitely working properly.”

“Santana!” Brittany giggled, shaking her head at her and crossed her arms over her chest so the nipples were hidden from view, much to Santana’s disappointment.

Santana was completely mesmerized when Brittany winked at her playfully, pushing her chest outward after that and uncovering her boobs so that they were fully on display again as she walked over to the freezer. She felt like such a horndog but this was Brittany’s fault for teasing her, at least that was what she told herself. She came up behind the other girl, wrapping her arms around her waist and felt her up boldly, pushing her up against the fridge as her palms covered her breasts. Her hips were flush against Brittany’s ass as she grinded against her slightly.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Britt. Can I touch?”

She circled her nipple with her fingertip and Brittany squirmed against her. Then she pinched it roughly just the way she knew Brittany liked, causing the girl to gasp and lean back against her slightly shorter frame.

“Stop.”

Santana smirked at Brittany’s high-pitchy, girly voice. Her tone of voice was so soft and half-hearted, more like a whiny moan under her breath than an actual complaint. Brittany was so adorable when she was like this. She pulled Santana’s hand back to her breast when she pretended to pull it away with a cat-like sound of irritation so the darker girl figured it was just a token protest. Holy fuck, this was so hot, even if they were doing this in the Pierces’ kitchen with it’s insanely bright colours and weird everything.

She knew the tall girl was definitely PMSing when Santana tried to grab her by the hips and she pulled away with a cute growl, holding Santana’s other wrist to prevent from going any higher on her inner thigh. Brittany whipped around so fast that Santana got knocked over right on her ass, staring up at her moody girlfriend cluelessly. Despite that, the dark-haired girl was undeterred.

“Whoa. What, I can’t touch you? I thought you wanted me to?” She cocked her head to the side, putting on her most charming, seductive smile and smouldering stare that she was sure the blonde would be completely unable to resist. “Isn’t that why I’m here?”

That turned out to be the wrong thing to say. Brittany shook her head, putting her hand on Santana’s shoulder and pushing her away just slightly when she tried to pull her into a makeout session.

“Santana,” She whined, rolling her eyes and holding the girl’s wrist firmly as she whipped around to face her. “Not yet, okay? I’m not ready just yet.”

“Whoa, okay I’m sorry, Britt-Britt. Okay, fine, I’ll just be all lonesome over here without your sweet kisses.” Santana pouted playfully, pretending to be all put out by this even though the truth was, she was fully willing to do this on Brittany’s terms. The blonde was giving off some serious mixed signals here, which was the real problem.

Brittany saw the darker girl’s disappointed facial expression and instantly began to cry in response. Santana was astounded, realizing her girlfriend was actually crying real tears about something so minor. Brittany being reduced to tears was the worst thing in the world and made her heart ache like nothing else did. Even worse was the thought that it was her fault her girlfriend was in such a fragile state.

“Oh, Brittany, it’s okay. Really, I’m not upset if you want to wait, I was just joking around. What happened?” She tried to make her voice as tender as possible, realizing how sensitive her girlfriend was feeling at the moment.

“It’s just that you’re being so nice and perfect and your dimples are super adorable but I’ve been so mean to you all day. Even just now I ruined it when all you wanted to do was touch your girlfriend,” Brittany sobbed. “I’m so bloated too today and I’m weird and I don’t deserve you!”

Santana was speechless for a while at the girl’s outburst. It was difficult to understand Brittany’s words at first because they were so jumbled together and this was the last thing she was expecting her to say. Wow, Brittany wasn’t kidding when she said she wasn’t feeling well. Brittany was normally so calm and confident but even the blonde had her insecure moments. Santana was probably the only person other than her parents who ever saw the girl in her most vulnerable state.

“Whoa, Britt- Britt, shh, okay, one thing at a time, okay? Everything is okay, I promise. I know you don’t mean it today when you get a little moody. Your body looks even sexier than ever if that’s possible. Seriously, I could never not be turned on by you and from the moment I saw you tonight I’ve been wanting you. You actually thought it would be possible for me not to want you? Believe me, I’m only human and it’s a struggle not to ravage you right here.”

That seemed to bring some of the sparkle back to those soft eyes. Brittany’s face softened as Santana gently caressed her flushed cheek, looking directly into her clear eyes that had darkened to a stormy blue since she was so upset. Santana gently wiped away a tear on the girl’s cheek with the pad of her thumb.

“You really mean that?”

“Of course,” She gently pulled the girl close and held her in her arms. Brittany nuzzled into her neck, wrapping her arms around her as well and relaxed eventually as Santana stroked her back. “Can I kiss you now or would you shriek and scratch me like one of your cats if I try?”

“Mm, yes you can,” Brittany giggled at her joke as she wrapped her arms around Santana’s neck, instantly leaning closer and giving in to the kiss. “I love your kisses.”

The kiss started off tender as Santana gently pressed her lips against her warm soft ones, cupping the girl’s flushed cheek. What began as a soft, romantic kiss heated up quickly, Santana’s fingers carding through her long waves of hair. They continued kissing, breathing heavily and Brittany’s lips parted so Santana’s tongue could slip inside. Santana’s mind went blissfully blank, butterflies dancing in her stomach and those little fireworks igniting inside of her like they always did whenever she kissed this girl.

“Mm, you smell so good, even better than normal somehow and you feel really soft.” Santana moaned, loving how Brittany’s kisses were sweet from the ice cream and that cherry taste from her lip gloss she always wore. She stroked Brittany’s soft hair, leaning in close to kiss her neck as they separated for air. Brittany’s natural light and delicate scent was dizzying as Santana closed her eyes, savouring every second of this.

“I just had a shower before you came over and washed my hair with that shampoo you like so much.” She explained, whining softly at the feeling of Santana’s full lips pressing those hot kisses to the sensitive skin of her neck. Her hands gripped into rich, black hair, pulling the girl even closer to her as she revealed more of her neck for her.

She began to say something that turned into a moan as Santana sucked on the soft skin, wanting to leave a mark. When they eventually separated, they were both flushed but Santana was happy to see a gentle smile on the taller girl’s lips again. Her smile fell and she pouted with a guilty expression when she saw Santana grinning at her.

“You’re just so perfect to me like you always are. I’m sorry I’ve been so moody and weird today. I know I made you confused. I was so sure I must have scared you off.”

Santana frowned, shaking her head and put her arms around Brittany’s waist.

“Hey, look at me. You could never scare me off and I love you being quirky, even if it’s a little confusing sometimes. Brittany, it’s okay; you can’t help it. It’s just your hormones. Sweetheart, just tell me next time so I’ll know to help you sooner, okay?”

Brittany nodded against her chest as they just held each other tightly, swaying softly in place. Santana was relieved that the blonde was calmer and more like her usual self.

“You still love me even though I get all moody and confuse you so much?”

“I’m in love with everything about you. I love girls because they’re girls and the hormonal stuff kind of comes with the territory, Babe. Believe me, I should know. Besides, you should know by now that I love all of the little confusing things you do and the way you make my head spin, Britt. You’re my girl.”

Brittany beamed at her, dipping her head bashfully as Santana watched her closely with loving dark brown eyes.

“So tonight, even if I just wanted to cuddle and watch movies all night with you and my cat, you’d be okay with doing that with me?” Brittany asked, sniffling as she wiped a tear from her eye and then chatting to Lord Tubbington who was weaving in between their legs. Santana tensed up for a moment as Brittany looked like she was about to cry again when she picked up her cat, cradling the giant feline in her arms like a baby. Santana squirmed, bracing herself for another crying session as Brittany’s chin crumpled and her lower lip wobbled as she gazed lovingly at her tabby cat. “He’s just so beautiful. I’ll never let anyone hurt you, my precious angel baby kitten.”

Okay, that was definitely the estrogen talking. Santana didn’t quite know how to handle this situation. She didn’t think Lord Tubbington was any danger of anyone trying to hurt him - probably more likely the other way around, judging by the way he was staring at Santana right now with fury in his eyes - but she put her arm around Brittany comfortingly all the same, trying to ignore the way the cat was glaring at her then hissed and swiped as she came close. The two of them had always had a rivalry.

“If that’s what makes you feel better, Britt. You don’t think I’m only here for sex, do you? I mean, yeah, not gonna lie, I really want you right now and that cute little shorts suspenders thing you wore at school was the hottest thing ever but if you want to cuddle with movies and ice cream, I can totally do that with you.”

Brittany smirked at her knowingly, rolling her eyes fondly.

“That’s good to know,” She trailed the tip of her finger up Santana’s chest teasingly and her voice turned seductive when she whispered into her ear, poking her in the chest. “But the thing is, I really do want to have sex with you.”

Oh yeah. Santana smirked cockily. So apparently Brittany had just been testing her.

“Is that so? I can totally make that happen for you, Babe.”

“Hm, I bet,” Brittany fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously and Santana was caught up in the spell of her feminine wiles for a moment, disoriented and confused when a really heavy, furry and hissing being was suddenly placed in her arms. “But first, I need you to hold Lord Tubbington while I clip his claws, okay?”

“Wait! Britt- I-”

Santana’s eyebrows jumped toward her hairline, frowning as the massive feline struggled to get away from her, howling and snapping. Santana was pretty sure she deserved a medal for being the most patient girlfriend in the world as she held Lord Tubbington down. Finally, the fat cat had been cared for and went off in a huff, his tail twitching.

Santana was grumpy about that ordeal and about being covered in grey fur but she reminded herself that this night was about Brittany and if dealing with her thuggish cat made the girl happy, that’s what she’d do. The kiss on the cheek she got from Brittany and the way she looked at her adoringly when it was all over did make it so worth it anyway.

Eventually Brittany took her hand, intertwining their fingers and lead her up to her bedroom. The blonde instantly flopped onto her bed facedown. Santana noticed that pink toy Brittany loved so much in the corner and the blonde smirked knowingly, shaking her head when her girlfriend glared at the offending object.

“You really did get started without me.” Santana pouted, pretending to be wounded. Brittany just laughed, kissing her on the lips apologetically.

“Don’t be jealous, Babe. You always feel so much better than that.” Brittany mouthed against her ear with a smile as Santana closed her eyes, heat and pressure coiling at the base of her spine.