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Title: Cupid is fucking irresponsible (4/4+)
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Santana Lopez, Noah Puckerman, Rachel Berry, Santana/Rachel/Puck
Rating: Hard R for sex
Spoilers: None.
Summary: It's completely reasonable that the three friends might hang out at her apartment for a while.
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. The words are.
A/N: Four of likely five parts. First, second, and third parts. Title from poet Rudy Francisco.




When they get close to Santana’s apartment, she says, “Keep your eye out for parking spots.”

“I was thinking I’d just slow down and you could jump out,” Puck replies.

She catches his eye in the rearview mirror and blinks slowly. “But then you two wouldn’t be able to come up.”

Really, it’s not like that’s such a big deal. If nothing had happened between any of them, she might have invited them up. They bought apple cider at the pumpkin patch, and she and Rachel haven’t quite polished off the kettle corn; it’s completely reasonable that the three friends might hang out at her apartment for a while.

As it is though, Santana knows Rachel is blushing in the front seat, even if she can’t see the other girl’s face. It doesn’t help that Santana invited them with that low rough voice Rachel has really gotten to know. It always sounds like she’s trying to tempt you, while at the same time knowing she’s already won. She generally has.

Rachel is still red when Puck parks the car and they get out. She glances at Santana, bites her lip, and flushes even more. Honestly, Santana can hardly believe this is the girl who begged her to finger her in the stairwell outside Sam and Mike’s apartment, because she couldn’t wait any longer. And now she’s a blushing schoolgirl.

Santana lives on the fifth floor, and yeah, there’s an elevator, but it’s not like she landed both Rachel and Puck by having flabby thighs. She walks in front of them so they can check out her ass, and they do, but she can also hear Puck murmur something quiet in Rachel’s ear.

Oh. Right.

She forgot that they haven’t fucked yet.

She waits until they get inside the apartment, the door closed behind them, before she says, “Don’t worry. I’ll let the two of you get your freak on before I try to get you both naked at the same time.”

It’s fine, really. It’s not like she was already choreographing things in her head, or anything. Like how she’d reach for Puck’s cock as she was going down on Rachel, or how she’d flip the girl over using just her legs if she tried to top her. Mostly she wants to watch Puck fuck Rachel from behind as the other girl goes down on her. But really. It’s fine.

Puck rolls his eyes at her, which she pretty much expected, but Rachel surprises her with a giggle.

“It’s just not fair, Santana,” she says. “You know both of our weaknesses but we don’t know each other’s yet. You’re at an unfair advantage. I want to make him moan the way you can.”

Santana grins. This is the Rachel she wants to fuck. The one who says ridiculously hot shit and pretends not to notice the way that alone already has Puck groaning.

“Please,” Santana says. “I’m always gonna be the best either of you has ever had.”

As if she needs to prove her point, she grabs the collar of Rachel’s jacket and drags her to her lips. Rachel moans but Puck moans louder. Santana wonders how often he’s jerked it to this image alone.

She was only planning on kissing Rachel breathless, but when she makes to pull away, the shorter girl tightens her grip, fingers digging into Santana’s shoulders. Rachel moves lower, brushing kisses across her jaw and nosing underneath. God, this girl’s mouth. She’s probably leaving hickeys everywhere. Santana’s kind of okay with it.

Rachel’s still sucking hard on the soft skin of her neck when Santana hears Puck’s heavy breath. She opens her eyes to find him just watching them, eyes dark and hands fisted.

“You get that you’re supposed to do something, right?” she says. “This can’t be a threesome if you just stand there.”

Rachel lets out a throaty chuckle, her lips still on skin, and Santana shivers, and Puck finally, finally moves. He presses against Rachel’s back and pulls Santana in by the hip. It distracts Rachel, who’s now stuck between their bodies, from marking Santana’s neck. Instead, she looks at one then the other and laughs, eyes absolutely sparkling. Santana wets her lips, which accomplishes exactly what it was supposed to; Puck leans forward and kisses her over Rachel’s shoulder. Rachel’s right there, one hand still on Santana’s shoulder, the other tugging on Puck’s jeans. She’s just right there, watching close enough that when Santana opens her eyes to look at her, her smug expression is out of focus.

Puck is surprisingly gentle, all tongue and no teeth, his thumb brushing the skin of Santana’s hip under her shirt. She bites at his lips just for the hell of it. He nips back before turning his head to kiss Rachel. Santana still can’t get over the fact that she’s right there.

“Maybe,” Rachel breathes, pulling her mouth away from Puck. All three of them are still pressed together, standing in Santana’s living room. “Maybe we don’t have to wait?”

Santana fucking likes that plan, and juts her hips into Rachel’s to make it known. That pushes Rachel’s ass harder into Puck, who bites down on her neck to fight off his gasp.

“I don’t want to pressure you,” Santana says, except she’s tracing one hand up and down Rachel’s arm and the other is tugging on Puck’s hair. As though that’s not pressure enough. “You should just do whatever you feel comfortable with.”

She tangles her legs with Rachel’s as she says it, and Puck follows suit.

“The only way I could be more comfortable is if we were horizontal,” Rachel says.

Holy shit, this is really happening.

Santana can’t quite believe it, and the way Puck is trying a little too hard to look smug, she’s pretty sure he can’t either. Rachel somehow manages to roll her body free of the other two, heads toward the bedroom with nothing but a sultry glance back. Her lips are swollen from both their kisses, her skin still red at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

Santana’s quick to follow, and by the time Puck makes it to the bedroom, she and Rachel are already making out in the middle of the bed. He watches until Rachel tugs at the hem of Santana’s shirt. Then he just can’t anymore, climbs in, too, kisses his way up Santana’s spine as the shirt gets pulled over her head.

His hands go to Rachel’s shirt, while his lips stay on Santana. It gets a little hazy after that, because they’re both topless now and there’s so much skin Puck’s not sure where to touch. He maneuvers himself next to Rachel, half underneath Santana. He grabs one of her legs from where she’s planted between Rachel’s, and pulls it between his instead so she’s half-straddling both of them. They’re all still wearing pants, and Puck hasn’t even gotten his shirt off yet, but it’s already the hottest thing he’s ever done. It just gets hotter when Rachel slides out from under Santana to take off her own bra.

“Christ, you’ve got nice tits,” he groans.

“I’m rather fond of Santana’s, myself,” she says, and proceeds to unclasp the other girl’s bra, with her teeth.

“Show off,” Santana chuckles as she nips at Puck’s neck. He twists Rachel’s nipple and she teases Santana’s.

“I do, you know?” he says suddenly as he pushes Santana’s hair back to kiss her. When he pulls away he looks at Rachel. “Love you. Both of you.”

“Leave it to Puck to be the girl in this threesome,” Santana says.

Puck’s offended but Rachel’s still beaming. “Well, gosh, Santana, from you that’s basically saying I love you, too.”

She doesn’t reply, pulls Rachel to her lips with one hand and unbuttons Puck’s pants with the other. She slips her fingers down Rachel’s shoulder to the nipple Puck isn’t already teasing. Rachel’s head falls back and she grinds her hips into Santana’s side.

When Santana gets her hand inside Puck’s boxers, he can’t help but buck into her. She hides her smirk against his lips. She’s got one hand full of Rachel’s tit and the other wrapped around Puck. He tries to keep his hips still as he slips his fingers into Rachel’s panties. She’s warm and wet and he wants to fucking devour her, except then her hand joins Santana’s and he can’t think anymore.

Santana squeezes him and says, “Someone needs to touch me because my hands are a little too busy to do it myself.”

Rachel laughs breathlessly. She busies herself leaving hickeys all over Santana’s neck and chest. They still both have a hand on him, and he tries really hard to focus enough to get Santana’s jeans undone. He can’t.

Instead, he presses his hand over both of theirs, harder against his cock just for a second, before loosening. “I want your hands on each other,” he says.

It’s a hot enough thought that Santana doesn’t even given him shit for his mailman moment. Whatever, it’s not his fault they’re too goddamn sexy for him to handle both their hands on him before they even get their pants off. He’s still a pimp.

The first time they come, he’s got two fingers in each of them while they've got their tongues in each other's mouths and their tits in each other's hands. His left wrist is a little sore, but yeah, he’s totally a pimp.



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