Prompt: High school AU- Rachel needs to be brought down a few levels; Santana decides it should be on her dick.
Rachel was pretty sure she was going to scream, very soon. Everyone was yelling, fighting over a solo performance that, if she admitted it to herself, not even she could manage to sing good enough to make it worth being in Regionals. But it was the idea behind that. The fact that, if anyone was talented enough for a solo, it was her. And sure, Kurt, Santana, and Mercedes, and even Tina, were all talented in their own right, but- but-
She was just about to stand up and stomp over to the arguing group, when she felt two strong hands on her hips, pulling her back against a back and full breasts, and her breath hitched. "Santana," she forced out, trying to keep sounding angry, "not now. I have a title to defend and-"
A nip to her ear, the hands tightening, and Rachel shut up quickly, her disgruntled pout and stiffness remained.
Santana had been giving the arguing Gleeks about as much attention as she would give a wet burlap sack. All the squabbling and yelling over solos was sub-par by now, and the Latina had long since caught on to this particular trick of Schue's. When he was too busy making sad puppy eyes at Pillsbury to make an actual lesson plan for the week, he would just throw out a competition and let the Gleeks figure out the rest. It really was just fucking boring as hell and she was honestly considering grabbing Rachel and ditching the rest of the "practice" when she felt her girlfriend tense up next to her.
Narrowing her eyes instantly the Latina looked at the brunette and blew out a semi-frustrated breath. She knew that look. Even though they had talked about this before hand. Even though Rachel already had too much stuff on her plate as is this week. Her girlfriend was about five seconds away from stomping into the argument and throwing down the gauntlet for that solo.
Sure enough not a second later Rachel was standing up out of her seat, fists balled up, and face determined. "Uh-uh," Santana said, instantly wrapping her arms around her girlfriend and pulling her down onto her lap. Leaning forwards she nipped at the girl's ear and blew into it. "Rachel, I believe we talked about this already," she said pinching the brunette's bare thigh pointedly. "You're already busy enough this week."
Biting her lip, Rachel huffed, trying to squirm off her girlfriend's lap, her competitive drive starting to take over. "Santana, I assure you that I am more than capable of handling this petty show of sub-par-" She stopped herself, managing to catch herself before she started calling her fellow Glee clubbers talentless. That was another thing they had been working on, after all.
"Just- Just let me show them how it's done. I can rearrange my schedule a little, and if I cut an hour off my sleep I'll have more than enough time. I could even lower my breakfast regiment to 20 minutes instead of my usual 40. I can time manage perfectly and you KNOW Mercedes can't do that song correctly. She hasn't learned to pull back enough. And Kurt can't boost his voice out far enough yet and-"
A harder pinch, to her inner thigh this time, and Rachel whimpered. "'Tana please…" the smaller girl begged, changing her tactics and making one last attempt to get off of the Latina's lap. She was pulled down firmly, almost roughly this time, and felt a thick hardness pressing up under her skirt and against her ass.
"I said no, Rachel," Santana said firmly, her voice sharp and demanding. All of the squirming her girlfriend had been doing to get off her lap had gotten her half hard, and the Latina huffed in annoyance and slight pain that her compression shorts caused her. Swallowing roughly she quickly retrieved her letterman's jacket and tossed it over their laps.
"You have a schedule for a reason, Rachel. We sit down, and write it out, and we agree upon it at the beginning of every week so that you don't burn yourself out by Wednesday. And this week we agreed you would be merely an observer during Glee, did we not?" She asked, her voice coming out harsh and rushed as she grinded up into the Diva's ass, stifling small grunts at the pleasure the pressure gave her.
Santana didn't wait for a response. She knew that Rachel was going to argue with her and the last thing Santana needed or wanted was to have to drag Rachel out of the room. Especially considering Quinn was sitting two seats ahead of them, and the blonde was already suspicious about the nature of their relationship. The last thing Santana wanted to deal with was that pressed lemon walking up and down the halls screaming about abuse.
Wordlessly, the Latina shifted Rachel to the side, keeping a firm arm around her midsection, and quickly undid her fly. With practiced ease the kick boxer shoved down her compression shorts and breathed a sigh of pure relief as her thick, seven inch dick slapped against her abs. Reaching down between them, Santana pressed herself against Rachel's silky panties. "Still want to argue with me?" She husked, biting the Diva's earlobe roughly.
Rachel had been fully prepared to put up a fight, going far enough perhaps to call attention to them. But the second the letterman went over her lap, she knew what it meant, and swallowed a pitiful whimper as she felt the thick hardness pressed up against her intimidatingly.
The question was almost a challenge, and God yes she wanted to keep arguing. She wanted to win against Santana this time, and show up all the other Gleeks, and sing her heart out and maybe she'd lose sleep or something but it would be worth it, right? The pulsing cock settled against her covered pussy said otherwise, and she shivered, squirming a little more.
"B-but- But I-" This time she felt Santana nip her neck, and she swallowed audibly again. "Just one-" Without warning a hand was literally grabbing her crotch, hard, and it took everything in Rachel not to moan out desperately.
"But nothing, Rachel," Santana growled now, her patience all but run out. In the back of her mind she made a note to talk to Rachel about this in detail tonight. It had been months since the Glee Star had put up this much of a fight when it came to the strict schedule they had designed for her. Something was obviously bothering her besides the fact that Wheezy and Lady Hummel were about to probably butcher one of her favorite songs.
But that would wait till the evening. Right now her cock was rock hard and Rachel was already starting to soak through the front of her panties. Firmly, almost roughly, the kick boxer was grinding her fingers down on Rachel's clit, relishing in the way her girlfriend's body was starting to tremble.
"You are going to stop arguing with me. Now." Santana said severely, her voice firm even at the low volume she was keeping it at. "And, because you just had to fight me you got me hard. You feel that, Rachel?" she teased, tilting the girl forwards so she could press her cockhead into the girl's tight opening. "If you can't behave like my good girl, then you can be my slut. Now push down your panties."
She felt flush, and the more Santana whispered harshly in her ear, the hotter Rachel felt. She could feel arousal bubbling up, and with another pinch to her clit, she was jumpstarted into action.
Truly, it was only because she had done this on more than a few occasions that Rachel was able to slip her panties down her thighs enough for Santana to slip right inside of her sopping wet pussy. She breathed in sharply, just like she always did when the girl's thick cock stretched her out.
The singer felt hyper-aware of everything. The gleeks yelling still, a few having already stormed out, Quinn glancing back "subtly" every so often, and every single little movement the soccer star and kick-boxer made. As soon as the girl started slowly thrusting into her, deep, hard thrusts with sharp jerks of her hips, punctuated by the Latina's finger roughly grinding into her clit each time, Rachel couldn't even speak anymore.
She knew this kind of pace; it was one that Santana used specifically to punish Rachel and pleasure herself; left the singer whimpering and aching, submissive and putty in the other girl's hands.
Rachel's cunt fit around Santana's dick like a tight, wet glove, and Santana had to bite down on the singer's neck to keep from letting out a relieved groan. They hadn't had sex like this in months, at least not in the back of the choir room, but Santana's body moved on auto pilot; her legs widening and her body lowering just slightly in her seat so she could thrust up into Rachel's pussy.
"Fucking take that dick, slut," Santana grumbled, her voice low and husky. Quickly the Latina set up a steady rhythm that was perfect for her and a slow torture for Rachel.
Santana leaned forwards, intent on giving Rachel a hushed talking too while she fucked in and out of her pussy slowly, but a pair of hazel eyes subtly glancing back at them caught her attention and the Latina couldn't resist the chance to smirk and wink at Quinn, before pressing a rough kiss to Rachel's neck. With a huff, the blonde was up and out of the room in a second, dragging Finn behind her.
Smirk leaving her face, Santana turned her attention back to Rachel and thrust up into her especially hard to force her attention. "Look at them Rachel," she growled, nodding in the direction of the arguing Gleeks. "Do you really want to get into that? To what? To prove what you and I and all of them know? That you're the best singer in this town? You don't need to do that. Everyone knows that. I know it in my heart and so do you. You could sing circles around every one of us without breaking a sweat. But this week you're not going to. You have extra dance classes to make up for missing last week, our chemistry project is due on Monday, and you have family visiting this weekend." A sharp thrust of her hips at the same time Rachel's pussy walls clenched around her dick almost threw the Latina off and she had to grit her teeth to continue.
"And forgetting all of that stuff, pushing it all to the side, you don't need to prove yourself. You have done it time and time again. And even if you never sang another note you would still be better than anyone in this room. Do you understand?" Santana asked, her brows furrowed with exertion as her hips rocked up and down, her balls bottoming out every time in her girlfriend, and her fingers picking up speed, intent on cumming in her girlfriend's pussy and then getting them out of there.
"Y- yes- I- San-" How she was managing to keep from looking like she was fucked, Rachel had no idea. But she knew for a fact that no one, just by looking her direction, would be able to tell what was happening. They'd see her flush, and grinding her teeth as Santana whispered in her ear, and would probably just assume they were having some sort of argument and that Rachel was losing. Which was true, just…
"Can- Can I please-" She needed to cum, so badly. Her clit was throbbing, walls fluttering hard, but the position and pace wasn't enough, and Rachel was positive her girlfriend was doing that on purpose.
Then she felt it, the familiar feeling of Santana's dick expanding, the girl's thrusts becoming even sharper, knocking the wind out of her lungs each time. The Latina was close, Rachel was too but not- she couldn't-
"Santanapleasepleasem'sorryplease-" whimpered the smaller girl just under her breath, desperate to be allowed to cum just this one time, despite knowing this had nothing to do with her own pleasure and satisfaction. She whimpered, choking the sound down, as she felt Santana twist her erect, aching clit, and-
Santana could feel the stirring in her balls and her thrust became more pointed, more sharp as she felt her orgasm catching up with her. Rachel was begging in her arms, begging to be allowed to cum, and Santana honestly considered telling her no. It wouldn't be the first time it had come to that, and for as much as she loved Rachel, she was aware there were going to be other times. This was a punishment, one they had agreed on early in their relationship.
Still...the nagging feeling that something must have triggered this uncharacteristic diva fit wouldn't leave Santana's mind. Months had gone by without anything like this and Santana knew that something had to have happened. So she decided to take pity on her girlfriend. She would let her cum, and the soccer star would find out what had happened sooner rather then later.
Her balls began to tighten and Santana grunted as she felt her cum run up her dick. "Cum now, slut," she demanded, pressing her finger roughly up against the brunette's clit just as the first rope of jizz shot out of her dick and painted Rachel's insides.
Rachel did cum, hard and trembling, having to clamp down physically on every muscle in her body to keep from reacting how she would usually; loud and wanton.
She shook from her insides out it felt like, biting her lip hard and eyes closed tightly. The feeling of Santana expanding even more inside of her, hot cum shooting through her pussy and mixing with her own release.
Overall, the orgasm was more of a relief than anything. Not so much satisfying as just… it helped to clear her head a little, and calm her down. Her body sagged back into her girlfriends as Rachel tried to come down without it being too obvious. She focused on her breaths, trying to make her body calm itself, though her pussy and clit were in absolute agony. Mostly her clit. It was the real punishment- a clit so sore that Rachel wouldn't be able to handle pleasure for the rest of the night.
Still, the hurt flowed through her in a good way. Grounded her, reminded her of who had caused the pain and why it was important.
Santana's softening cock was still inside of her, and she hadn't realized that she had zoned out until she felt softer kisses just under her ear.
Her orgasm had been mind blowing. A wonderful release that always came with the thrill of their public sessions like this. Closing her eyes, the kick boxer leaned back in her chair and took deep, grounding breaths as Rachel's cunt milked the last few sticky ropes of cum out of her.
Vaguely she was aware that the arguing seemed to be tapering off slightly and she blinked her eyes a few times before focusing on the scene before her. Apparently Schue had turned up finally, from wherever the hell he had been, and was giving the arguing Gleeks a "stern" talking to about teamwork and all that jazz.
"See why can't you guys be more like Rachel and Santana, they're not arguing like greedy children," the teacher said pointing up at the couple. Fighting back a shit eating smirk, Santana tipped her head at the man. "Practice is dismissed. I want you to all go home and think about how much you really want this team to win Nationals this year," Schue said before disappearing out of the room again. By Santana's figuring he had been at practice for a whole ten minutes out of an hour.
Idly, Santana watched as the chastised Gleeks filtered out of the room, each one looking sheepishly at the other. Rachel's body was still and warm against hers and Santana pressed a kiss just under her ear as the door clicked shut behind Kurt, leaving them alone at last. "Rach, come on and stand up," Santana prompted, gently patting the brunette's waist expectantly.
Rachel moved on shaky legs, and Santana sighed as she slipped out of the girl, her wet dick laying against her jeans, leaving small globs of their mixed arousal on them. "Clean me up and let's talk," she said, taking Rachel's hand and gently guiding the singer to her knees.
The small brunette dropped to her knees instantly, hands going to Santana's knees to help hold herself up, and she took a few seconds to catch her breath more, resting her forehead on her girlfriend's leg for a moment. Then, shuffling closer, she began licking and cleaning away the remains of their coupling.
It was calming, truthfully, to clean Santana like this. And when she felt the Latina's hands in her hair, gently and firm, it eased her slight anxieties over whether or not she would receive more punishment come the evening…
Several minutes later, Rachel was done, and she tucked Santana back into her jeans before curling up between the girl's legs, cheek resting on the inside of her thigh and eyes closed again. "I'm sorry… I um… I don't know what came over me…"
Santana hummed in appreciation as Rachel cleaned her dick off. It felt good, and if she wasn't so intent on finding out what had caused this sudden fit of misbehavior she might have summoned up another erection. Instead she concentrated on her girlfriend's body language, the way her hands still slightly shook against her thighs, the way her eyes looked so tired. She took all of that in, and when Rachel had tucked her back into her jeans she instantly began to lovingly stroke her neck.
Her brows furrowed at Rachel's words and she shook her head. Her voice gentle she replied, "Rachel, you're forgiven, but please don't lie to me. What happened between last period and Glee that got you so worked up? I need to know, or I can't help you. I promise I won't be upset."
With a heavy sigh, Rachel swallowed hard, scooting her body impossibly closer to Santana's legs and body. "I…" she hesitated, but finally worked up the proper words. "The um… the hockey team… not the junior team, the varsity… they've… They've just been making a few comments lately… About… Me. And… stuff… I promise I'm telling the truth when I say I don't remember the details very well. I… it got to me. I'm sorry…"
She let out a shuddering breath, kissing Santana's inner thigh, reveling in the feeling her girlfriend's hands in her hair.
Protectiveness flared in Santana's chest like a wild fire, and she had to beat back the demon in her chest that was her anger issues. Did she want to track down the entire varsity hockey team and kick all of their asses back to the stone age where they obviously belonged? Damn fucking right she did. But where Rachel was expected to work on her Diva tendencies, Santana returned the gesture by controlling her rage problems.
The Latina took a deep, grounding breath and willed her face to remain soft as she looked down at her girlfriend. "Okay," she said, her voice gentle. "I believe you when you say that you don't remember all of the details. You're not in trouble. I just want to know how long this has been happening so I can deal with it appropriately and then we can go back to your house, Love."
Rachel crawled up onto Santana's lap, head under the girl's chin and hands clinging to her shirt. "Can we go home first, please? I'm tired now…"
Santana sighed and then chuckled softly before running a hand through her own hair. Perhaps going home would be a better ideal. Considering the mood she was in, if she saw one of the Neanderthals in the parking lot there was a good chance she would end up running them over. If she found out that this had been going on for a long enough time all hell would break loose, and she'd end up driving her damn cycle out onto the ice and taking em out all at once with a hockey stick. That would a hard fucking thing to explain to NYU.
"Okay," she said nodding her head. "We'll go home and rest, get some dinner with the Papa Berries, and then you can tell me all about it before bed. Deal?" She asked tilting her head enough so she could see Rachel's face and kissing the tip of her nose.
Smiling for the first time since last period, Rachel nodded, kissing Santana softly on her jawline. "And cuddling right?" she asked as she stood up, grateful for Santana immediately standing with her and wrapping her strong arms around her waist to help steady her.
After grabbing her jacket, Santana insisted on taking her rolling backpack, Rachel clung to her girlfriend's arm as they walked out, headed towards Santana's locker to grab their motorcycle helmets.
Santana was quick about grabbing their helmets and depositing their non essential school supplies in her locker before leading Rachel out of the building, her eyes scanning the parking lot for any trouble. A few of the people on her kick boxing team were hanging out front, and she waved to them, but besides that she didn't see anyone who warranted her attention.
Quickly the couple reached Santana's red Kawasaki Ninja and the Latina helped Rachel put on her pink, heart covered helmet, before she pushed back her hair and donned her own red dragon motifed one. With well practiced ease the two girls got seated comfortably, Rachel holding on for what seemed to be her life, and Santana started up the bikes engine, grinning at the feeling of power she always got from the machine.
"Okay babe. One night of cuddling ahead," Santana called back before shooting out of the parking lot, more than ready to make good on that promise.