Prompt: Santana seducing Mr. Hudson at school.
Finn Hudson is in the middle of marking his second period's history tests when he hears a knock at his door.
"Miss Lopez," he greets with a friendly smile, a twinkle in his eye as he takes in the sight of the young cheerleader. Santana is in his second period class, and she's one of his best students. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?"
"Mrs. Hagberg won't even notice I'm gone," Santana replies, stepping into the classroom and closing the door behind her. She peeks out the little window to make sure the hallway is still empty before she carefully untapes the lame inspirational poster stuck on the back of the door and moves it over so that it's covering the glass and keeping prying eyes away.
Finn watches her with knowing eyes, swallowing thickly when she reaches down and locks the door, successfully giving them privacy. "Santana…"
"I know we usually wait until after school," she begins, slowly sauntering over to her teacher and swiftly hopping up onto his desk, the flaps of her bright red Cheerios skirt falling back around her waist and giving him a great view of her deliciously toned thighs. "But I was sitting in class and all I could think about was how hot you looked today. You know how much it turns me on when you wear a tie."
"Santana, this isn't a good idea," Finn chokes out, his words catching in his throat when Santana's legs fall open and he sees the obvious damp patch on the bottom of her red spanks.
She smirks at his typical reaction. Considering how much older he is than her, he really does come off adorably inexperienced sometimes. "Come on, Mr. Hudson," she purrs, slipping off his desk and sinking to her knees in front of him. No matter how many times he asks her to call him Finn, she loves calling him by his professional name. Any reminder that he's her teacher and she's his student is such a turn on.
"Fuck," Finn mutters, leaning back in his chair as Santana reaches for the zipper of his pants, brushing against his growing bulge.
This is so wrong, he knows it's wrong. He's known it's been wrong since they started sneaking around when he first started teaching at McKinley months ago, but he can't help it. Santana Lopez is just about the hottest thing he's ever seen, with her dark hair and her tanned skin, her big boobs and round ass. And that cheerleading uniform. He didn't stand a chance when she came onto him. It was like his biggest high school fantasy come true.
"Relax," Santana whispers, smiling as she sees Finn loosen up against the chair. It's cute how he always at least tries to protest, but he never holds out long. "Let me take care of you." He nods and lifts his hips, and she swiftly pulls his pants and underwear down his legs, freeing his semi-hard cock from its confides before she eagerly takes it into her mouth.
Finn's eyes glaze over as he watches Santana suck him off, his head lulling to the side as her tongue sweeps across his head and teases his slit. Her eyes lock onto his, brown orbs watching him watch her as her head bobs up and down, her plump lips stretching as she slowly takes more of him into her mouth.
Finn is big, really big, but Santana loves to take as much of him as she can. She hollows her cheeks and sucks, her mouth making obscene noises as she services her teacher. She gets half way down before she pulls back and starts again, bringing a hand up to wrap around his shaft and stroke him as she starts to descend again, this time gagging when she feels his tip poking the back of her throat.
"Fuck, baby, that's it," Finn moans, his hands tangling in her soft dark hair, feeling her throat contract around his dick. He doesn't hold her head or force her to take more, just massages her scalp and lets her keep control. "That feels so good, Santana."
Santana smiles around Finn's cock, slurping and sucking and stroking him to full length with an eagerness and vigor that she only has for her teacher. She loves to watch his face as she pleases him, feel the way his thighs tighten underneath her arms, the way his body does these cute little jerks and jumps when he's trying not to come too early. Everyone knows Mr. Hudson is hot and charming, but nobody else gets to see him like this. This is reserved for Santana only.
Holding Finn's shaft back, Santana gives a few slow and deliberate licks to the underside of his cock before she pulls away and pushes herself to her feet. "I've been thinking about doing this all day, Mr. Hudson," she coos, placing her hands on his shoulders and carefully climbing on top of him, her knees balanced on either side of his legs and his spit slicked cock pressing against her covered center. "Riding you until you come inside of me," she whispers into his ear, nipping his lobe before she smooches a trail to his lips and kisses him, slipping her tongue into his mouth and brushing it against his. She rocks her hips against him as they make out, his hands on her hips keeping her steady as their bodies press together. "I need you, Mr. Hudson," Santana pants against Finn's lips. "I need you inside of him."
Finn nods and slips a hand between their bodies, fumbling a bit before he gets a good grip on his shaft and guides it towards Santana's core. He pushes her spanks to the side with his knuckles and presses his throbbing head against her hole. "San-tana, Santana, I-"
Santana wraps her arms around his neck and pulls herself up before slowly dropping down, letting out a low groan of pleasure as she sinks down on Finn's thick cock, her pussy stretching as she takes him inside, inch by inch. "Fuck, you're so fucking big."
Finn leans forward and kisses Santana's neck, waiting until his entire length is buried inside of her tight pussy before he starts to rock against her again. He wraps his arms around her back and pulls her body flush against his, falling back against the chair and rutting up into her.
"God, you feel so good, Santana," he mumbles against her skin, biting it playfully and then soothing it over with his tongue, finally letting his tension wash away and just enjoying this gorgeous, insatiable girl in his lap without thinking of all the reasons why he shouldn't. "So tight and warm."
Santana's eyes flutter closed and she starts to bounce up and down on Finn's dick, her hands clutching the back of his head to keep his face against her neck. She can feel him all over her and inside of her, and it's still not enough. "More," she moans, clenching around his cock, her warm snatch hugging him tightly as her juices coat his length. "More, baby, I need… I need, I need you so bad, baby, so fucking… God, yes, right there. Fuck-fuck, right there, harder!"
Finn thrusts into her harder, angling them back enough so that he can lift his ass off the chair to pound into her. Santana's hair is draping around his head and all he can hear is her moans mixed with the slapping of their sweaty skin and the creaking of his chair, and he adds his own huffing breaths to the chorus as he picks up the pace until it becomes too difficult to continue in their current position, and he carefully stands up with Santana still in his arms.
She lets out a surprised squeal at the sudden movement and clings to Finn's broad shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding on, his cock still snug inside of her. He laughs before he carefully leans over, brushing papers to the side and placing her flat on his desk.
"Much better," he voices, propping himself up with a hand beside her head, the other brushing her hair away from her face as he gazes down at her. "I love it when you're lying underneath me," Finn tells her, bending over to press a soft kiss against her swollen lips before pulling back and looking at her again. "You're so beautiful, Santana."
Santana sighs at his words. He's looking at her like she's the whole world, and she loves it as much as she hates it. Growling, she grabs Finn's dangling tie and wraps it around her fist, tugging him back down into a rough kiss. "Just fuck me, Mr. Hudson."
Finn doesn't like it when Santana shuts down like that. She's always making the first move, teasing and flirting with him, but when he finally tries to be open about his feelings for her, she cuts him off. But, he knows better than to push her, especially when they're in the middle of sex, so instead he just shuts up and starts thrusting back into her, attaching their lips again as he slides through her.
The new position gives Finn more room to work, and his movements are fluid and smooth, hitting Santana so deep and so perfectly each time, and she can feel her stomach starting to coil more and more with each thrust. She hooks her ankles around Finn's waist, digging the heels of her feet into his cute little ass to pull him closer, grunting into his mouth as his cock slams into her, hitting her spot just right.
"F-Fuck, I'm gonna come," she cries out, dropping her head against the desk and placing her hands delicately on Finn's neck, holding his head in place so she can look into his eyes as she falls apart. She doesn't like words, she hates them, but this she can give him, this she wants to give him.
They come together, Santana whimpering and shivering, clenching tightly around Finn as he empties his warm load inside her, his cock pulsating and flaring against the grip Santana's contracting pussy has on it. He watches her face as he shoots into her, searching her eyes for something he's not sure of, biting his lip as he wonders what she sees in his eyes. Wonders if she's even looking for anything.
They throb and pant, slowly coming down, relaxing against each other for a moment before reality catches up with them again. Finn allows himself just one more minute, one more moment to enjoy Santana like this before she's his student again. He rubs the pad of his thumb over the apple of her cheek, smiling at the way her nose scrunches up at his soft touch, and then he kisses her one last time.
Santana gives herself less time, and Finn barely brushes his lips against hers before she's pushing him away, uncrossing her legs so that he stumbles back into his chair. She ignores the sudden emptiness and quickly pulls her spanks back into place before she leaks all over Finn's desk, hopping off and straightening up her uniform.
She can feel him watching her, and she knows he's going to try to say something like he always does, so instead of giving him the opening, she turns back to his desk and sorts through the papers he was looking at when she came in, searching for the one with her name on. Santana smiles when she sees her test hasn't been marked yet, and picks up his red pen, writing a messy 'A+' in the corner.
"Santana, you can't just…" Finn starts to protest.
She caps the pen and turns back to him with a raised eyebrow. "I think I've earned it, don't you?" she questions, easily making everything they just did seem like something else than what it was just a moment ago, something less. Something she can deal with. "What, with all my extra credit and all." Finn doesn't fight her, even though he knows he should. Instead, he just sits there as she gives him a peck on the cheek and whispers, "I'll see you after school, Mr. Hudson," in his ear before she saunters over to the door, peeking out to make sure it's safe before she slips out of his classroom, leaving him with his pants still around his ankles.