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Rumors about Rachel’s new wardrobe quickly spread around the school and it didn’t take long until it reached the Cheerio’s locker room.

The girls are all snickered and laughed, some furious because apparently the tiny diva’s outfit caused their men to up and leave them just so they can look at her, while others were positively impressed. Forming circles by their locker and putting the finishing touches on their outfits before the last class of the day and Santana rolled her eyes, smacking her lips together before tightening her pony and storming out in fashion.

The Latina had to give it to her; either ridiculed and laughed at or admired for a few hours a week, Rachel was constantly the talk of the school. Stumbles this and Stumbles that.

Honestly, Santana couldn’t see the appeal.

Sure, Rachel was sort of pretty; if you look past her giant mouth and beak of a nose, her eyes were pretty. All big and doe-y, Bambi eyes that if they focused on you, you felt like the only person in the world.

Her body was fine, toned muscles and curves in all the right places helped distract Santana from her personality that she could barely stand.

But now her legs, Santana cocked her head to the side and licked her lips. How can somebody so short have legs that looked like they could go on for miles? All smooth and delicious skin always on display because of the ridiculously short skirts she loved to wear and Santana couldn’t help but imagine being wrapped up between them and -

Her dick suddenly twitched in her spanks and the Latina quickly get rid of that thought, pressing her books tightly to her chest and quickened her pace to the choir room.

Great. She must be horny enough to get hard at the thought of Rachel Berry.

Shit, she needed to get laid. Stat.

Only a couple of people were hanging out in the classroom when she got there and Santana sat down in the middle row, pulling her letterman jacket on her lap to hide the growing bulge under her skirt. She just needed to get through another hour and maybe she could hit up Brittany for a quick session because the thought of being hot and bother for –

Rachel Berry walked through the door and Santana nearly lost her breath.

The Diva walked in confidently in her high heels, black skirt, and a white shirt tied in a crop top, leaving her flat stomach exposed and a cardigan. Santana swallowed at the sight of the hot red bra peeking out from underneath the shirt and two pigtail braids swinging back and forth over her shoulders. She felt her dick harden at the black stocking and she bit back a whimper when Rachel locked eyes with her and smiled.

Jesus Fucking Christ.

For once in her life, Santana couldn’t blame Finn when the boy almost lost his footing trailing behind the brunette, too busy staring at her ass instead of his feet. The Latina was pretty sure everybody was watching her as she strutted in, a playful smirk on her lips and oh so much skin.

Santana pressed a hand down on her lap to release some tension but quickly straightened up when Rachel stepped up the platform and sat down beside her. A hand grabbed her own and Santana looked to her other side, seeing Brittany on the empty chair.

“You okay, San?”

Santana nodded and put her mask on, turning back to Rachel.

“Well, Rachel, congratulations. Normally you dress like the fantasy of a perverted Japanese man with a very dark, specific fetish, but I actually dig this look.” She applauded, “Yay.”

You don’t know just how fucking much. 

Rachel smiled brightly and twirled a pigtail with a finger, “Thank you!”

Santana gave a tight-lipped smile and turned ahead, adjusting the jacket again when Mr. Shue walked through the door with his bag and began the lesson.

The Latina tuned him out almost immediately.

Rachel kept fidgeting beside her, playing with her pigtail, fingering the hem of her skirt, and pulling it higher on her thighs and Santana bit her lip, unable to look away. Fuck, why did Rachel hide this sexy body underneath all those ugly reindeer sweaters, Santana would never know.

She didn’t realize she was squeezing Brittany’s fingers too tightly until the poor girl winced and pulled her hand back. Santana gave her an apologetic smile and dropped a kiss on her cheek causing the blonde to grin and lay her head on her shoulder.

Santana tried to think about something else, literally anything else. But from her point of view, Rachel’s cleavage kept her body buzzing and her dick rock hard.

She sighed. There was no way she was gonna be able to leave with everyone else with a raging hard-on and not have them notice so when the class was finally over, she stayed seated in her chair to wait it out.

She watched as Rachel got up from her seat, not paying attention to the rest of the group packing up their things around her, and went to the piano, sorting through sheet music, seemingly looking for something. Finn tried to get her attention but Rachel’s focus was on something else so with an annoyed puff, Finn left and Santana couldn’t help her smirk. Brittany eyed her curiously and leaned over to whisper in her ears.

“Don’t worry, San, I’m gonna lock the door this time. Just promise to come over after so I can finally know if Rachel tastes like strawberries or blueberries. Lord Tubbington thinks it’s blueberry.”

The Latina gaped and a blush lit up her face, “What?! No that’s – Britt, I – “

Brittany just smiled and got up, kissing her on the cheek and grabbing Quinn’s hand to pull her up and out the room before Santana could try to put together a coherent thought.

Soon enough the choir was empty, leaving the two of them alone.

Rachel’s back turned to her, Santana’s eyes slowly inched up the back of her thighs, catching the swell of her ass that the skirt didn’t cover when she leaned forward and all the way up to those fucking pigtails. The thought of tugging on those while Rachel’s pink lips wrapped around her cock made her pulse quicken and she didn’t quite catch the whimper from leaving her mouth.

Rachel suddenly twirled around at the sound, skirt flapping up just enough for Santana to see a black, lacy panty and the Latina had to bite the inside of her cheek to suppress her moan.

“Santana?” Rachel asked, wide-eyed, “What are you doing here? I thought I was alone.”

Santana’s eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly angry. This was all Rachel’s fault. “I could ask you the same question, Berry.”

“I always stay behind for extra practice,” Rachel frowned, “The choir room provides me with all the equipment that helps improve my range and most of these are not accessible to me at my house so I asked Mr. Shue if I could burrow – “

“Ugh, do you ever stop talking?” Santana interrupted with a scoff and Rachel took in a deep breath, not bothering to say anything back before turning around.

The air was tense for a few moments as Rachel continued to flip through the pages before Santana rolled her eyes and shifted on her seat. The diva’s angry little stance made the Latina hotter.

“So, what’s the deal with you and the Great White Whale?” Santana quirked her eyebrow, “Did he finally let you jiggle one of his man-boobs because a fair warning, they are not that great.”

Santana smirked when she heard Rachel puff out an annoyed sigh.

“There’s nothing going on between Finn and me. And I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t call him that.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” She shrugged, ignoring the other part, “Seems like all he wanted to do today is get into your skirt.”

Rachel shook her head, the pigtails flying above her shoulders and she focused on the papers, “Finn made it perfectly clear his desires to court me but I rejected his advances repeatedly. I’m focusing on myself and my future this year and I won’t let anybody or anything stop me from achieving my dreams. New York is waiting for me and if I have to do it alone, I will.”

Rachel finally found what she was looking for and walked over to the keys but instead of sitting down on the bench, she bent over. Santana growled low in her throat when she saw the black panty again and she had enough. She was so turned on that it started to hurt and she wasn’t about to die from blue balls.

She pushed the jacket off her lap and stood up, walking towards the diva who didn’t look up from the piano.

“Took you fucking long enough to finally figure out.” Santana said and saw Rachel’s shoulders tense up, “He doesn’t deserve you and you were an idiot for pining over him last year. But in your defense, you always liked douchebags.”

The Latina took measured steps until Rachel was in arms reach.

“What is your problem?” Rachel’s fingers slapped down on the keys angrily but she didn’t turn around, “No, seriously Santana, because I don’t get it. One moment you’re nice to me and the next you back to hating me. I’m sick of it. So just pick a side and stick with it because I won’t go back and forth with you.”

Santana didn’t waste a second and she molded herself up against Rachel’s back, grinding her hips into her. “You are my problem. Because you’re so fucking sexy I don’t know what to do with myself.” She knew the brunette felt her dick when she gasped, “Can you feel that? This is all because of you.”

“I – Is that – “

“Hmm,” Santana hummed and her arms circled around Rachel’s waist to pull her closer, feeling the warm skin of her stomach on her palms, “I’ve been so hard for you since I saw you in this outfit.”

“San – Santana,” Rachel moaned and Santana took it a good sign that she pushed her ass back against hers.

The Latina pulled an earlobe between her teeth, nibbling on it while her hands inching up until it reached the hem of her shirt and her fingers slipped inside, palming her breasts over the bra. Rachel whimpered and tipped her head back against Santana’s shoulder, melting in her arms.

“¡Eres muy sexy!” Santana whispered in her ears, “Quiero joderte tan mal.”

Rachel felt her panties soak through when Santana switched to Spanish and the diva was suddenly so grateful that she took foreign language seriously. The Latina’s fingers massaged her tits roughly, pinching her nipples until they peaked. 

Rachel bit her lip, “San, we can’t do this here. What if somebody walks in – “

“Brittany locked the door.”

“What?” The diva tried to turn around in her arms but Santana didn’t let her, one of her hands reached down to cup her over her panties while the other was still on her breast.

Rachel groaned and pushed back her ass, panting as deft fingers quickly found her clit and pressed down. “Oh my God.” She cried out desperately, clenching the top of the piano in a death grip while Santana rubbed her slowly. The Latina growled lowly, her cock begging to be let out. Pearly white teeth sunk into Rachel’s neck suddenly as Santana let go of her boob and grabbed a pigtail, tugging on it wantonly.

“Fuck,” Rachel grunted. She didn’t know what was happening but her body on fire.

Santana sucked on her neck until the spot was a nice shade of purple, “Come on, Berry, I know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

“Rachel.”

Santana pulled back slightly, gently kissing the base of her neck, “What?”

“Call me Rachel.” The diva panted out and finally turned around, hooking her arms around Santana’s neck and without warning, pulled the girl into a bruising kiss. Their teeth clanked loudly but neither of them cared about perfection as they eagerly licked into each other’s mouth. Rachel’s nails dug into Santana’s neck making the taller girl shiver and moan deeply before Rachel ripped away and pushed her backward to have more room. She smirked, dropping onto her knees.

Santana almost came undone at the sight. If she thought her fantasy was good, the reality was so much better.

With a firm tug, Rachel pulled down her spanks and licked her lips as Santana’s cock sprung free. After admiring the thick length for a moment, she grabbed her by the base and started to jack her off, stroking her gently.

“Stop fucking teasing.” Santana hissed, grabbing one of the pigtails and tugging until Rachel’s mouth opened and she took in the tip, her tongue swirling around the head. The Latina’s eyes rolled back at the sensation. Rachel sucked and started to bob her head at an even pace, using her tongue to massage the length while her hands sneaked down to grab her heavy balls and squeezed. 

Santana breathed out shakily and gripped the braid tighter, her hips gently thrusting to aid her moves but otherwise letting Rachel set the pace, grunting when the diva rolled her balls in her hands. Rachel breathed through her nose and opened her mouth wider, swallowing her down until the tip touched the back of her throat, humming a melody that sent shivers down Santana’s spine.

“Fuck, baby,” Santana hived, “That’s it. Te ves tan bien con mi polla en tu boca.”

Rachel moaned at the words and deep throated her on every thrust. Santana’s abs clinched as the pleasure built in the pit of her stomach and she knew she was gonna come any second.   She tugged on Rachel’s braids until the brunette looked up through hooded eyelids and Santana groaned at the sight. She pulled away, hissing when the cold air hit her warm dick. “I don’t want to come yet.”

Rachel pouted but let Santana help her up to her feet and quickly turn her around and push on her shoulder blades until she bent over the piano. Her stomach pushed on the keys.

“You really love this position, don’t you?” Rachel teased but the sound formed into a whine when Santana’s fingers brushed across her panty-covered slit.

“Tell me, Rachel,” Santana growled, “Did Finn ever make you this wet? Because I can feel you’re soaked even through your panties. I bet you are gonna drip all over my fingers, aren’t you?” Rachel wailed desperately, shaking her head and Santana smirked, “That’s it, baby girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Her erection digging into Rachel’s lower back, Santana flipped her skirt up and pulled down her panties, dropping on knees to swipe her tongue through her pussy. She licked her open, the tip of her tongue nudging her clit until the nub twitched and she latched onto it, feeling Rachel’s thighs tremble under her touch. “San – San – oh, fuck,” Rachel whined at the constant sucking on her clit before reaching back and parting her ass to give Santana more room, “Keep licking me.”  

Two nibble fingers quickly thrusted inside her, hooking them on the instroke and curling along her walls, “Look at this fucking pussy… sabes tan bien.” Santana bullied the little bundle of nerves like her life depended on it, slurping and sucking in messy strokes, all over Rachel’s pussy. The diva’s knees wobbled dangerously, barely keeping her upright.

Santana pulled out suddenly and stood back up, making the smaller girl groan and leaned over her, rubbing her cock up and down Rachel’s clit.

“I bet this is one of your fantasies, huh Rachel? Somebody bending you over the piano and fucking you senseless.” Santana whispered against her ear, “Just flipping your skirt up and fucking you so hard that you would walk funny to the next class. Do you want that, baby?”

Rachel eagerly nodded her head. She was going out of her mind she was so aroused and she needed to come. Every one of her senses was overwhelmed and her pussy was throbbing almost painfully, “Please, Santana. Just fuck me. Please. Fuck me.”

With a quick snap of her hips, the Latina bottomed out completely and Rachel gasped at the delicious stretch. Her inner walls clenched around Santana’s cock tightly, her forearms resting on the top of the piano as Santana wrapped her arms around her strongly and set a quick pace.

“Yes…” Santana hissed in pleasure, her balls slapping against Rachel’s ass and going all the way in before pulling out almost completely.

“San!” Rachel yelped, pulling her hands back and gripping the arms around her middle until her knuckles turned white, letting Santana hold her up completely because she was afraid, she would fall to the floor otherwise. The Latina didn’t hold back, pounding into her and latched onto the curve of where Rachel’s neck and shoulders met, sucking on the skin. Rachel’s eyes rolled back in her head and her hips met thrust for thrust, the wet, slapping noises of naked skin driving her mad. 

“Do you want my come, Rachel?” Santana sneaked down her stomach until she reached her pussy, fingering her clit in time with her thrust, and Rachel’s moan heightened, “Do you want it in this tight pussy? God, you’re so fucking sexy.” Sweat formed on Santana’s forehead but she fucked her faster, harder.

“Yes! Give it to me.” Rachel thrashed, her mouth hanging open to take in enough oxygen because apparently, Santana was hell-bent on fucking the breath out of her, “Take me.” Her hand clenched Santana’s roots to keep her close, her toes curling in her shoes.

Santana growled possessively and yanked down the diva’s bra, gripping a bouncing tit in her hand and pinching her nipple strongly.   

After finding the spot that made Rachel practically scream, Santana aimed her thrust perfectly so she would hit it every time and a few minutes later, Rachel’s walls suddenly grip her in a tight hold and she couldn’t move. Rachel’s body curved against her own and she came shouting her name, collapsing forward on the piano like a puddle but Santana didn’t stop. Her hips lost the rhythm, now chasing after her own release and bucked into her, burying herself to the holt and she shot ropes of come inside Rachel, pressing her forehead against the smaller girl’s shoulder blades.  

Rachel shuddered at the feeling of being full and their chest both heaved rapidly, sucking in ragged breaths as they tried to recover, holding onto each other tightly. Rachel smiled as Santana pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek and pulled out, her now soft cock sliding out from the wet heat and bobbing between her legs. The Latina watched as Rachel turned around and quickly fixed her clothes before she bent over – smirking at the sharp intake from Santana – and pulled the cheerleader’s spanks up her thighs and put it in place.

“Do you want to come over to my house?” Rachel asked almost shyly, “My dads are away for the weekend and I’m all alone.”

Santana didn’t know how somebody could be shy after what they did but she wasn’t about to reject a parentless house so she nodded, “Hells yeah but only on one condition.”

“What?” Rachel frowned.

Santana reached out and tugged on Rachel’s cardigan, catching the girl against her front as the diva let out a small yelp. The Latina gripped her around the waist and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Only if you wear this outfit,” She licked behind her earlobe, making Rachel shiver, “All weekend.”