- Tagging → Santana Lopez & Sebastian Smythe
- Location → Dalton’s Bathroom, After the Michael’s duel.
- Notes → Emotions erupt.
Sebastian stared at the mirror of the bathroom. It was right after the ‘Smooth Criminal’ duet and he was still rushing with adrenaline. This will be the first time this has happened—he had been turned inside out and turned on for the first time by a simple little duet. And the main cause of the turmoil had been one Santana Lopez. His eyes were still filled with the fire he and Santana Lopez had been throwing at each other during their duel, and the rush in his veins would not disappear. What distracted him from his thoughts was the creaking of the door and the sight of it opening from the reflection of the mirror. In came the Latina, walking into the bathroom as if she owned the fucking place. He regained his composure and smirked at her. “Back for more, Satan?”
Santana was heated, in more ways than one. She was turned on by Sebastian Smythe, that fucking jerk, who slushied her. Her, Santana fucking Lopez and that shit burned and was so cold. She discarded her drenched jacket as she stormed after him. She was suppose to be hot for Brittany, not a guy. Santana found her fist gathering a handful of his tie and shirt once again. “How fucking dare you!” She yelled, her composure gone completely.
Sebastian was sure this is the closest a woman, a female, a girl had gotten to him. He could practically smell her spicy cologne and the slight tinge of the slushie he had just thrown her. The memory of it pushed a silent chuckle to fall from his lips. Even with the damn awkward position, he still saw the hilarity of the situation. Here she is, in the men’s restroom (not that there are many women’s restroom in Dalton), taunting him with her much inferior strength as if she were stronger. “You do know the meaning of ‘personal space’ and ‘men’s restroom’, I believe. They were taught in school—or are things different at McKinley?” he asked, keeping his tone from wavering. Suddenly, his breathing became uneven.
Santana shook her head at him. “Personal space? Do you even care about what you did? You blinded Blaine and you slushied me.” She was satisfied as she heard some buttons pop off his shirt, even though her hand was now touching his skin and it felt rather nice. They were too close together, but she couldn’t move apart either. “I hate you so much.” She said, her voice faltering as her fingers traced his skin. God, she was getting turned on by a boy, criminal fucking chipmuck Sebastian and she liked it as she closed the gap between their lips.
Sebastian could feel the heat escalating all throughout his entire system and he could not do a thing about it. Merely just because the Latina that had just aroused him by a simple little duel was there in front of his face and breathing the air he was exhaling. He could feel her fingers slipping through his destroyed shirt, touching his chest. This subtle movement made his breath hitch abruptly and his heart beat madly. He tried to smirk but all he could focus on was her lips, the way they look so near he could almost let his mind wonder about what it would be like kissing her. And then she talked about hating him and he could not help but reciprocate verbally. “I hate you more, Satan.” The next thing he knew, he was relishing in the feeling of her tongue against his. He turned their bodies around and lifted her on the sink and let his hands wander against the skin of her thighs. She exhaled against his lips and he took it as an opportunity to let go of her momentarily. “I still hate you, Lopez,” he exhales breathlessly. But after her response, he continued kissing her with ferocity that surprised even himself. All he could think about was, ‘This is so wrong.’
Santana wasn’t even sure why why had kissed him, but it made a lot of sense. They obviously had hate. Hate sometimes spilled over to passion and that was what they were doing. It was spilling over and his hands felt wonderful against her skin. She replied with her hate as she ripped the rest of his shirt off. This passion was scaring her and she knew it was wrong, that she had a girlfriend, whom she loved. She did, even as she shrugged the jacket off and wrapped her legs around his waist as their tongues dueled. She moved her lips along his skin until she was nipping at his neck.
Sebastian would have laughed at anybody who would tell him that he would be doing this… and have him castrated afterwards. This is one of the most foolish decisions he had ever made, but somehow, he was thoroughly enjoying this. Maybe, he wanted power, dominance over this certain Latina who had exceeded his expectations, but maybe it was because he wanted to feel alive again. After their duel, he realized that he had never felt this angry and challenged in a long time. He felt himself get harder when she wrapped her legs around his waist and brought their bodies closer. He could feel his slacks get tight and uncomfortable, and then she was biting the skin on his neck and he couldn’t help but strangle the moan threatening to fall from his lips. If he were to do this, he’d have to upstage her. He traced his fingers along her thigh, going farther up until he reached her panties. He hesitated at first, not that he had no experience with women before, but because it was still a little daunting knowing that they were actually doing this. He threw that thought out the window before pulling her panties down, extricating a gasp from her.
Santana could feel him against her and she knew she had the upeprhand right now. She was glad, she wanted to win, make him pay or wipe that stupid smirk from his face. She wasn’t questioning her motives anymore, she was just going with it. Even though his fingers made her tingle in ways she didn’t know a guy could, that Brittany didn’t make her feel. She hadn’t counted on him trying to upstage her or moving this farther along, but he was, he had and she let out a noise she thought she could keep in. She quickly moved and got rid of his pants, using her feet to help ease them down his legs. She wanted Sebastian Smythe and it was throwing her entire being into a mindfuck, but not one she wanted to get out of. She felt him grip her hips a little harder as she sucked on a particular part of his neck. She felt herself edging closer to him as she stroked his length for a moment.
Sebastian was hard and it fucking felt uncomfortable and if she didn’t do anything about it, he would. The good—and peculiar—thing about this is that she removed his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants as if she were reading his mind. He continued on devouring the skin of her neck, trying to get the upperhand before he loses it. She can’t win this time—he will never let her win something against him. So he ripped her jacket off of her shoulders as she did his, making sure to touch her hot skin with ferocity just to tell her that they were doing this because they have things to prove. She stroked him and he felt a shiver run down his spine and an exhale escape his lips. He couldn’t have this, she’s working him up and he’s just… his mind was in a blur. He ran his finger against her wet fold and felt her shudder against him. This made him smile. The sounds she make gives him the encouragement he needed, and also turns him on more than anything. He lined his finger along her opening, teasing her and making her beg, whimper. “Are you sure you want this, Satan?” he whispered against her lips.
Santana knew that this was crazy, very crazy. She was moving against his finger as they were attempting to one up each other. She wanted to win this but god, if it felt good along the way, it wasn’t that bad, not at all. She had done things to shut people up before and that was just what she was doing as she moaned. She gripped him a little harder, moving her hand down his shaft more firmly. “Just shut up, Twink.” She said before she kissed him deeply, her hips inviting his fingers inside her.
Sebastian could not believe a lot of things in this particular arrangement. He could not believe that he was turned on, he could not believe that this actually felt good, and he could not believe that he’s doing it with Santana Lopez, the one person he hated so much he would go out of his way to make her life miserable. He moved his fingers in her, curving it as he retracted it. And somehow, even if he was trying to concentrate on winning against her, her hands moving and gripping his length was the biggest distraction. He could just feel himself getting closer—but he couldn’t. So he unclasped her bra and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He felt her waver for a moment and it made him smirk against her skin. He had never seen fascination for breasts before, but hers look just about enticing as her lips. He sucked at her nipple and worked his fingers. And God, he couldn’t wait to be inside her.
Santana knew she would have to deal with this later, but she was in this moment and she wanted him. This was going to kill any sleep she hoped to get ever again as his fingers slipped inside her. She gripped his shoulder, her back bruising on the faucet as she slumped against it. He was good at this, better than she thought he could be. He was suppose to be gay and she she was supposed to be gay, what was she doing moaning and stopping his fingers to guide him inside her.
Sebastian would be fucked if someone heard the noises they were making in here. Good thing everybody is in class and nobody ventures around these halls. If someone did, they would have heard the mix of their noises ringing through the hollow halls. Her hand went to guide his cock towards her entrance, while he tried to even his breathing. The most confusing part of this was that he had already established being gay when he ran after Blaine Anderson, almost destroying a relationship. Sure, he had a thing for Blaine Anderson, but all thoughts of being gay were covered up by the fact that what he’s doing inside the bathroom is with a woman, and with an enemy. “Baby, you’re gonna make me come,” he said, bringing his lips up to her ear and biting it not-so-gently. He thrust into her mercilessly, unleashing the insatiable urge to fuck her brains out.
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Santana knew this was a risky place. It made it even better. The thought that someone, anyone could walk in on them. It made her even more angst, even though she knew how bad this was. How awful a person she was being for a few moments of pure unadulterated pleasure as he started fucking her and she moaned out blatantly, not trying to hold it in as she moved her hips against him, meeting his thrust. She needed this one fuck to get this out of her system and then get far far away from this mad man. She moaned even more, telling him to fuck her harder before she kissed him deeply.
Sebastian could only relish in the feeling of cheating, although he knew the feeling was not his. He could feel her wanting him and though this was a clear sign of winning, he also wanted her. And both of them would not settle for a tie. It only means that neither of them is better than the other. So he thrusts faster, harder, and more intimately distant. He looks at this as a fuck, nothing else. It’s just an outlet of tension that they harbored during the duel. And then she tells him to fuck her harder and he says, “If you say so.” He complies, whilst trying to suppress the noises at the back of his throat. She kisses him deeply and he fights her back with his tongue entering her mouth. He is almost there, close to the edge. All he’s waiting for is her own climax before him. “Come on, darling. Come for me,” he said breathlessly.
Santana was glad when he started doing what she asked and she was fighting herself. She didn’t want to actually come before him. If he did, she could walk out a little pride, but he was urging her to come and his voice was so fucking sexy as he said it and combined with him moving in and out with suck skill, she had to bury her face in his shoulder as she came, his name leaving her lips as she felt herself clenching around him and feeling him follow her soon afterwards.
Sebastian was out of his mind if he thought he could stand not giving in to this Latina’s wishes. There was something so attracting about her that makes him want to hurt her and kiss her at the same time. This time, he was giving in to her needs and he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t even aware that he’s kissing her neck and biting her skin until she was moaning out loud—and fuck, he finds it so sexy that she buries her head on the crook of his neck while she comes. And he follows thereafter, his breath hitching and his lips shaping to form her name, but couldn’t quite bring to sound it out. They stayed still like that for seconds, until he decided to put his face near hers, trying to weight the options. Nevertheless, he kissed her once more. But this time, lacking the ferocity they once shared.
Santana felt herself trying to catch her breath before he kissed her again and it was softer and he wasn’t going hard at her again. She felt her hand cupping his cheek as she knew her mind was lost as she returned the kiss. It felt…so fucking nice and she pulled back, looking at him. Her heart was in the throat as she stared at him, before she moved, back, knowing her back would have faucet bruises for a long time. She had kissed him first but god she didn’t know what to do or say. She had just cheated on Brittany, her girlfriend. She wasn’t drunk or high, she did it, fully knowing what she was doing.. She put her jacket back on, attempting to cover herself. “Smythe-.” What could she say? “I have to go.”
Sebastian felt a strange feeling erupting from his stomach as she cupped his cheek and pulled him closer. It wasn’t heated, it was even soft and damn sweet. And he doesn’t do sweet, but it felt fucking good when she does it. When she pulled away, she could’ve seen the look of disappointment on his face, but he covered it up well with a stone-cold expression. He watched as she tried desperately to hide her body from him—which is futile since he had already seen and had her. He decided to fix himself, too, and make himself a little bit presentable before he goes out of the bathroom. She seemed at a loss for words, and he was, too. He was fixing her with an unreadable stare because words fail him at the moment. Then she says she has to go, and he nods at her. What could he do? Ask for her to stay? That’s just ridiculous.
Santana didn’t know what she was doing as she got herself as proud as she could muster. The guilt had already seeped in and she felt so bad and confused. Mainly because that last kiss had been so sweet and docile. Romantic, like they were lovers and this was natural. Santana groaned. As she looked at him and then she left, not saying anything as she collected her belongings. She walked past Trent, the sensitive feely one and he asked her what she was doing and she snapped at him before she made it to her car and she had a text from sweet Brittany asking her to come over. Santana put her face on the steering wheel as her girlfriend called her. “B…I can’t come over tonight…Not even for hot lady sex…Homework.” She had never felt like a more terrible person.January 27th, 2013