#dwes

Through sheer force of will and Elizabeth Hummel’s unending determination, Dalton had a cheer squad. It wasn’t exactly what most of the sports teams had been expecting; half the student body had thought it was sexist, and the other half thought it was weird considering they were an all-girls school; but Sue Sylvester was not allowed to own more than 49% of the rights to Dalton’s fields, so students from their own school would have to do.

Now filling the squad as its own can of worms, because most of the dancers or gymnastically inclined girls were already signed up to other extra-curriculars. Some Warblers didn’t have to be persuaded, like Janette, or Danielle. Joanna Logan Wright- as her father called her when she was in a particular amount of trouble- was roped in for her height before even Elizabeth’s calming precene wasn’t enough to make him stay at it. Blair and Olivia were recruited as flyers, and it’s the closest they got to a working squad.

“Hey, Dwyre, you are actually allowed to wash your uniform.” Elizabeth said, hands on her hips one afternoon at practice. “If you’re so messy when you brush your teeth that you get toothpaste all over it-”

Dwyre’s eye twitched. She was only here because Elizabeth was her friend; no other reason. She didn’t correct Elizabeth on her assumptions and just threw down her bag. “Just, let’s get this over with.”

Reed was watching Dwyre; with the subtle white smears and tangled, tied-back hair. She kept his mouth closed until she could get more information. This was going to be good once she got the whole story. She could tell.

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“You like that don’t you, you little bitch?” Erica’s voice echoed in the least used locker room, biting Dwyre’s neck before shoving her back down against the bench.

Wendy sat in front of them, her underwear shoved to the side. Her pants were thrown to the ground, impatient as she’d grabbed Dwyre earlier that hour. “Hey, not cool Erica. What if she’s not into that?”

Dwyre rolled her eyes, pulling Wendy forwards anyways like ‘this might as well happen’. Dark eyes met dark eyes before Dwyre ducked down, lips set in a different kind of kiss. Wendy squeaked; her back hitting the bench in the locker room with a thud. Her hand twisted in Dwyre’s hair, bucking up into the younger girl’s mouth.

She’d already had fingers in herself, wet and wanting as she’d gotten Dwyre to press her up against the lockers. That had been when Erica had come looking for Dwyre too; supposedly an easy conquest out of all the Dalton cheerleaders, but how easy was underestimated by both of them.

“Fuck, that’s- shit!” Wendy gasped, Dwyre’s mouth coaxing noises out of her, buried between her thighs, arms wrapped around her legs and pulling her closer. It was eager, the way Dwyre went down on her, eating her out with a keen tongue; as if she could drink in the taste and wanted to drown in how thick the small was.

“Shit, stop moving.” Erica scolded, the smack on Dwyre’s ass causing the other two to jump. “Fucking bitch.”

Dwyre sighed, nipping at Wendy’s thigh before snarking. “You could maybe do a better job at fingering me. You’re acting like some pump and dump guy; like, does your hand cramp when you try to get my clit and my-“

“Brat.” Erica said again, tweaking Dwyre’s clit under the short cheerleading skirt. “I could have you screaming before Wendy even dreams of getting off.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Wendy said, coaxing Dwyre back to lapping at her clit. An absent-minded ‘good girl’ on her lips. She met Erica’s eyes with a competitive grin. “You seem to be panting right along after me as much as you are with Dwyre.”

“I- fuck you, I am not.” Erica said, driving her fingers deeper into Dwyre as if it proved some kind of point. Her other hand braced against the girl kneeling between them, grabbing the small handful of her ass that she could. “I just haven’t had a dick in a while, that’s all.”

“That’s why you’re topping her, rather than have her fuck you.” Wendy said, petting Dwyre’s hair as she twisted her hips up, a long groan curling from her throat. “Oh fuck, Dwyre that’s good.”

“I’m not gay Hughes. You though? You’re as straight as a fucking rubber band.” Erica shot over, feeling her own wet drip down her leg. Fuck. She didn’t have to be bi to think this was hot; it was sex. Sex was sex. Sex with the prudish goth cheerleader, and that loud mouther warbler bitch was even better; because then she didn’t have to pretend to like them.

Wendy ignored her, grasping her own nipple under her bra, the other hand scratching up her side. Fuck she didn’t think she’d be getting off in the locker room today; but she’d seen Dwyre’s ass in that skirt again; fuck, she had to at least ask!

It wasn’t a kink she told herself; dark navy fabric rucked up around Dwyre’s waist, seeing Erica there with wide blown eyes and knuckles pulling choked gasps out of Dwyre between them.

“You’re doing- fuck- so good. You’re fucking so good.” Wendy murmured, clenching her fingers with a gasp, the tongue between her legs swirling and sucking in one firm swipe.

“Wen-” Dwyre’s words were cut off; Erica pressing her tongue to Dwyre’s ass, another finger slipping in with a tight, wet noise, shoving in and out quickly, twisting in her loudly. It was fast, and rough; not at all tender. She moaned, dark and low against Wendy’s thigh, rolling her hips back. “Fuck, Erica, Eri-AH!”

Wendy sat up, breathing hard. She caught Dwyre before she fell off the bench shaking, hand covering the dark henna tattoo and pulled her up. She claimed her mouth with the kind of biting kiss she’d picked up from too many nights fighting with her ex and making up just as quickly. She could only hear whimpers, panting, and a determined slick push of Erica demanding Dwyre to moan her name and her name alone.

“You’re going to come on my hand, aren’t you bitch?” Erica challenged to Dwyre’s choked cry.

“I- fuck!” Dwyre called, her legs unsteady as she gulped back a comment that would have only caused Erica to go even rougher. She didn’t thinks she could take that. She tried to hide her face in Wendy’s hot neck, smelling of sweat, salt, and sex. She fell forward, skin to Wendy’s white, pressed shirt as she came; gasping Erica’s name.

Erica grinned, triumphant over the curve of Dwyre’s hip; smirking, satisfied at the wet hem of Dwyre’s skirt. “You squirted like a little slut, didn’t you?”

Dwyre whimpered, clutching at Wendy’s neck and desperately trying to quell the ache she still felt.

Wendy, who’d gone more than just one round with Dwyre before, raised an eyebrow up at Erica. “She’s not like a guy. She’s not done you stupid bitch.”

“Stupi-” Erica almost shouted before she was pushed back, Wendy laying Dwyre out on her back; straddling Dwyre and the bench, hands on her waist with a smug look. “Do I have to teach you how to do everything Seigerson?”

“You’re not god’s gift to lesbians Wendy. I’d know.” Dwyre said, shuddering anyways when Wendy ground down against her. It was slick; the slid between them with just enough friction to keep that sweet build she had going. “Just, shut up and stop antagonising her.”

“I’ll antagonise her all I want.” Wendy looked down, licking her lips. “She should sit on your face though, it’d be hot.”

“Fuck, I’m down.” Erica said, bracing against the bench and letting Dwyre take over without being told to again.

“Pretty eager for a straight girl.” Wendy shot over, her breath stuttering out; seeing Erica’s clit disappear under Dwyre’s tongue; her eyes trailed up to Erica’s bra, hanging on by one strap. “Fuck you have nice tits.”

“I’ll let you at them if you want,” Erica said, another insult on her tongue before Wendy swallowed her words, surging forward to bite at her lower lip. They groaned, grinding down on the same girl, but pulling groans out of the other all the same.

Erica came first, shouting against Wendy’s mouth on her nipple and Dwyre’s tongue flicking up into her. It was only a second or two before Wendy was swearing, wet and sore against Dwyre; who shoved Erica off her and pulled Wendy against her, fingers tucked up into the two of them; hot, quick, and gasping.

“No protests of ‘but I’m a cheerleader’ from you?” Wendy grinned, one last nibble to Dwyre’s ear.

“Fuck you.” Dwyre muttered, brushing off her skirt and getting white streaks along the pleats.

“You going to clean that?” Erica asked, sitting with bright red lips and flushed dkin against the locker room floot.

Dwyre shrugged. “I have practice in like, an hour. I don’t give a shit. Not like Elizabeth even knows what cum looks like.”

Erica barked out a laugh; Wendy only felt like she could go another three rounds at the thought of Dwyre wearing smears of her out onto the field. Even now, Dwyre just pulled back her hair, wrinkling her nose. “See you idiots later; I’d say let’s do this again, but like? It’s been a weird day so maybe not?”

Wendy and Erica didn’t speak to each other; so used to competing for the same guy it was weird to have almost a truce over the same girl. If they ended up fucking the shower later, it was neither here nor there.