I've been posting these quick one-shots elsewhere but never posted them here, so I just thought I would in case anyone was interested and missed them before. So far, the only pairings I've done are Pucktana, Samtana, Finntana and Sebtana, but maybe one day I'll write for another Santana pairing.
Prompt: Puck and Santana have a quickie in the choir room on the piano.
Santana's in Spanish class when she gets the text, which is perfect because Spanish always makes her horny, despite the visual assault of Mr. Schue's hideous sweater vests.
choir room b4 next period.
That's all it says, but she knows immediately what it's about. It's from Puck, of course. Nobody else would dare try to tell her what to do. Normally, she'd rip him apart using only the power of her words (and maybe her open palm), but she's horny too, and she could use a quickie to help get through the rest of the day.
dont wear ur spankies.
Santana rolls her eyes at Puck's second text. Biting her lip, she hides her phone under her desk as she discreetly texts the boy back.
u better be hard when i get there.
She doesn't even have to wait thirty seconds before she gets a series of replies.
already am babe.
hard & waiting 4 u.
cum join me ;)
Santana barely chokes down her moan before she starts gathering her things, dropping her finished worksheet off on Mr. Schue's desk and throwing out some lame excuse about not feeling well. She doesn't even wait for him to give her permission to leave, just slips out of the class and speed walks her way towards the choir room.
She gets there in no time and peers inside the window. She almost laughs when she sees Puck's sitting on the piano bench, pants and boxers around his ankles, stiff dick in one hand, phone in the other. She smirks, knowing he's probably looking at one of the many naked pictures of her he has saved on there while he jerks off. She glances around the hall to make sure nobody else is around before she slips off her red spank pants and shoves them into her backpack and then makes her way inside.
Puck's head snaps up when he hears the door, and his relief is visible. "Oh, thank fuck. Pics don't do you justice, babe."
"Got that right," Santana agrees, closing the door behind her and sauntering over to the boy. She drops her bag on the floor and takes the phone out of his hand, placing it on the piano behind him. "Now let's get to it, because I've gotta meet Britt to walk her to her next class in seven minutes. Think you can get the job done in that time, Puckerman?'
"I can get it done twice," Puck retorts, one hand gripping her waist and the other slipping underneath her cheer skirt, his fingers immediately meeting slick wetness. "Mmm, you listened. Good girl."
Santana's smirk widens at his words, her legs moving to straddle Puck's lap. "You know I've never been a good girl a day in my life," she reminds him, and then she's sinking down on his cock, letting out a little hiss as his size immediately fills her.
"God damn," Puck moans as tight warmth envelops his dick, sending tingles to every nerve ending in his body. "I ever tell you that you have the best damn pussy I've ever been inside?"
"Didn't need to," Santana replies. She shifts until she's balanced and then she starts rocking in Puck's lap, her cheerleader hips rotating and jerking and creating the most amazing friction Puck's ever felt. There are very few things he's experienced that feel better than Santana Lopez riding his cock raw, and the risk of getting caught just makes everything feel more heightened. Only thing that would make it better would be if she wasn't wearing her top, because Santana's tits always look amazing when she's bouncing up and down on his dick.
Santana rides Puck with wild abandon, her head thrown back and strangled noises escaping her throat. She moves her hand to grip Puck's shoulder, holding on tight as she picks up her pace, impaling herself on Puck's cock harder and harder each time she sinks down. Her ass meets his thighs with loud, wet slaps, her juices already creating a mess between them.
"F-Fuck, fuck me, god, that feels so fuck-fucking good," Santana moans out, her words barely intelligible through her panting and groaning. Puck doesn't even have to do much, he just holds her waist and leans back, letting Santana fuck herself on his cock. The bench creaks beneath them in protest everytime Santana slams down, but neither teen pay it any mind. "My clit," Santana chocks out, squeezing Puck's shoulder. "Rub my fucking clit, asshole."
Puck immediately moves a hand down and presses his thumb against the hardened nub, rubbing small circles and moving with her rhythm, his eyes darting back and forth between his hand and Santana's face, her head now tilted forward and covered by a curtain of silky hair.
Santana comes with a scream less than a minute later, her body trembling and falling against Puck as her orgasm rocks her. She clings to his shoulders, her face buried in the crook of his neck, and Puck calls on all of his self control not to come himself as Santana's pussy throbs and pulsates around his cock.
"Good thing Schuester had this room sound proofed," Puck quips, wrapping the arm that's not trapped between their bodies around Santana's back, holding her close. Santana hates to cuddle, but he knows she likes to be held as she comes down, it helps her feel anchored to something.
He waits until he feels her snatch relax around his member before he slips his other hand out and wraps her in a hug, holding her against him tightly enough so that he doesn't slip out of her when he stands up. Santana lets out a yelp of surprise at the sudden movement, and wraps her legs around his waist, clinging to him tighter as he carefully shuffles them around and lays her out on the surface of the piano, her ass at the edge.
"What are you-"
"I believe I promised you two orgasms," Puck reminds her, pulling her a little bit closer to the edge so he can pump into her. "Plus, I've always wanted to fuck you on this piano, Lopez."
Puck punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, his fat cock sliding into Santana's wet cunt with ease, drawing more moans from the girl. He fucks into her once, twice, fifteen times, and has to hold onto her waist to keep her in place when she starts sliding along the slick surface from the force of his pounding.
Santana keeps her legs wrapped around Puck's waist, the heels of her shoes digging into his ass as she tries to pull him into her just a little bit more. Puck's cock is huge and fills her up better than any other guy in school, but it's still just never quite enough, not until he hits that perfect spot inside her. Never one to just lay there and get fucked, Santana pushes herself up and wraps her arms around Puck's shoulders again so she can rock into him and match him thrust for thrust.
Everything is lewd noises and wetness, and she has no doubt that the piano is soaked in her juices, but she doesn't have time to worry about that because all of a sudden Puck hits the jackpot and they're both coming seconds later, Santana's pussy clenching around Puck's cock as he releases his warm load inside her.
They both huff and puff and hold each other as they come down, and Puck thinks his ears are ringing until he releases it's the bell, singling they have five minutes to get to their next class. Puck reluctantly pulls away and slips out of her, but can't resist taking the time to watch his creamy cum slowly leak out of Santana's contracting cunt and pooling onto the shiny black piano underneath her.
"So fucking hot," he mumbles. She rolls her eyes and moves to jump off the piano until Puck stops her. "Wait, wait, I gotta get a pic of this." He doesn't give her a chance to protest, just leans around her and grabs his phone off the piano behind her and clicks on his camera, lowering the device between Santana's legs and snapping a picture of her flushed slick pussy lips, spread nicely to get a perfect view of his fresh load dripping from her hole. He takes a few more for good measure before finally tearing his eyes away and pulling up his pants and underwear, quickly zipping his fly and then helping Santana down. "Thanks, Lopez. These'll make the day go by easier."
"Easy for you to say, you're not the one that's gonna have to sit through class with spanks full of your disgusting load," Santana snaps, trying to walk over to her bag with her legs together so she doesn't make more of a mess. "You better not send those to any of your pervy buddies again." She digs through until she finds the red spanky pants she shoved in there earlier and slips them up her legs, making a face as she adjusts them as best she can, already feeling them getting wet. "Ugh, I'm gonna have your jizz dripping out of me until lunch."
Puck lets out a low moan at the thought. "You're gonna get me hard again, babe," he complains, cupping his crotch and humping the air. "Meet you in the locker room in an hour?"
"You're a pig," Santana says with a scoff and glares at him, but they both know she'll be there.