Prompt by Quinntanalove for Teacher!Quinn Student!Santana.
Hope it's okay, I'll admit I don't think I've ever been more exhausted in my life but wanted to give you guys something :)
Quinn and Santana
"Now I don't mind which minority group you choose as long as it is one that has sufficient information to answer the questions required…."
Quinn watched one of her particularly noteworthy students get into yet another conversation with the boy next to her. It wasn't unusual for the class to get distracted but the fact that it was eighteen year old Santana meant Quinn was going to say something; the girl often did as she pleased and she needed to be shown that wasn't the way things worked in Quinn's classroom.
"Santana Lopez," Quinn gritted the name between her teeth, "will you please pay attention!"
With the click of heels against the hard floor Quinn made her way to stand in front of Santana's desk. The blonde leant down in order to glare into the student's eyes. Much to Santana's delight though it meant for quite the view of her teacher's ample cleavage. Santana bit at her lip suggestively as her eyes trailed from Quinn's breasts up to her eyes. The look she found there was one of fiery passion. Santana uttered a brief apology, hardly giving Quinn the respect or satisfaction she was after. Nevertheless Quinn turned on her heels and made her way back to the front. Santana leered at her teacher's ass sashaying as she went.
"It's hard to pay attention to what you're saying when your tight skirt is screaming dirty things to me," Santana mumbled, earning a chuckle from the boy she'd been talking to during class.
"What was that?" Quinn demanded as she spun around to look at the Latina.
The whole class went dead quiet at that. If she had indeed heard Santana then surely there would be hell to pay. The blonde was known as a very capable, but strict teacher.
"Nothing."
"Listen Santana, I'm tired of your attitude today. You can wait out in the hallway and I'll deal with you after class."
"But Miss Fabray," Santana whined, not realising how it had escalated to this point so quickly.
"Now!" Quinn's voice was low and husky and Santana knew she would have to do as she was told to avoid further punishment.
She collected her things from her desk and, while making a big show of huffing and dragging her feet, made her way out to the hallway with a loud slam of the door. She sunk to the floor. Taking out her iPod and headphones she happily got lost in the world of music while she waited for the class to finish. About fifteen minutes later students flooded into the hallway, the last one telling her that Miss Fabray was ready for her. Santana plucked herself off the floor and back into the room.
Without looking up from what she was doing Quinn motioned for Santana to shut the door behind her. Santana did as she was told before sitting herself atop a desk in the front row. Quinn made Santana sweat a little as she took a few minutes filing her paperwork. When she was done she looked up at her student.
"So it seems your disruptions are becoming more frequent," Quinn mused.
"What can I say? I'm a stickler for your punishments." Even if Quinn weren't able to see the smirk on Santana's face she would have been able to detect it just from the tone of the girl's voice; it was sultry and definitely had its desired effect.
Without hesitation Quinn made the few quick strides until she stood in front of Santana. She raised her hand until her delicate fingers were gripped onto Santana's utterly perfect jaw line. Santana gulped as the two exchanged some seriously hot energy.
"You want to be punished?"
"Oh god yes," Santana's voice strained through her heightening level of arousal.
Quinn's nimble fingers went from the Latina's jaw to find hold in her hair. She pulled Santana's head to the side before assaulting the girl's neck with kisses. Santana quickly found herself in a metaphorical whirlwind as Quinn's hot tongue sucked at her skin. She found purchase gripping Quinn's waist roughly, attempting to keep herself grounded to earth. When Quinn pulled at the younger girl's legs Santana happily wrapped them around Quinn's hips. She just wasn't expecting the blonde to pick her up from the desk and walk her over to the back wall.
"The wall?"
Quinn had already pushed Santana roughly against it, pinning her tightly so that even without her feet on the ground Santana was steady.
"You're complaining about the severity of your punishment?" Quinn asked incredulously. "Cause I can stop…"
"No," Santana whined, "Don't ever stop….feels…so…good."
And boy did it. Quinn pushed Santana's cheerio skirt up and teased Santana through her spanks. Santana rolled her head back and tried to normalize her breathing; it was becoming increasingly hard when she was so desperate for more. Neither seemed up for any further teasing as Quinn snaked two of her fingers into Santana's underwear and through her folds.
Santana let out a breathy moan and her nails dug deeper into Quinn's shoulders as Quinn worked her up. Quinn gave the girl a moment before she plunged her fingers into Santana's wet and expectant entrance. The Latina's pussy immediately tightened around Quinn's fingers and that just made the movements inside her all the more sweeter. Santana thought she could taste a little blood as she bit down on her lip a little roughly but her senses were focused elsewhere; on the sheer pleasure down below as well as the incredibly sexy face of her teacher as she put a great deal of effort into getting Santana off.
Eager to move things along Santana started bobbing up and down on Quinn's fingers, earning extra friction. Quinn's free thumb swiped at Santana's clit as she pushed her impossibly further into the wall. Quinn was enjoying the closeness of their bodies, and Santana effectively riding her fingers was enough of a sight for her pupils to blow.
Santana felt her eyes roll back in her head as the pleasure coursed through her body. She knew she was close; she could always tell by the heat flooding through her and the subtle line between pain and pleasure, as she needed a release. Helping Quinn reach even deeper inside of her by slamming down on her fingers as Quinn thrust them upwards Santana cried out in ecstasy.
Quinn was quick to muffle the cry with her lips. She took Santana's lips in her own with a sensual, passionate kiss that lasted the length of the girl's orgasm. Quinn watched on as the Latina's breathing slowed down and her eyes opened once more. With a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead Santana laid her exhausted body against Quinn's, relishing the soft touch after such a wild ride. Quinn raked her nails up Santana's back, simultaneously humming in contentment.
"Do you think they're any the wiser?" Quinn husked out against Santana's ear.
"No your performance was pretty spectacular..." thinking of the double meaning Santana couldn't stop herself from adding, "in both respects."
