Characters/Pairing: Santana Lopez, Will Schuester, Will/Santana.
Rating: NC-17.
Kinks: barebacking, oral, fingering, public sex, rough sex, slut shaming, cumplay.
Prompt: Santana is Will's slut. He loves fucking her fast, hard, and everywhere. Santana begs for him to touch her and abuse her and she begs for his enormous, larger-than-anything-she's-ever-seen-before cock. Will calls her awful names and squeezes her breasts and spanks her pussy and fills her up with his giant cock. He gropes her breasts between periods, has her suck him off secretly during faculty meetings, has her lie across his desk after school while he spanks her pussy, and fingers her under her Cheerios skirt during Rachel's long Glee performances.

Notes: Another fill for an exchange. This one is less plot and more porn, but is still kind of all over the place. It was supposed to just be something like Public Displays of Affection, where it was like five or so scenes of them fucking, but I don't know, it ended up more stream of conciousness than planned. But still more porn than the last one and more variety too, so hopefully you like it and I was able to get the vibe of the prompt across well. Let me know what you think.

It starts while Puck's in juvie and Brittany's being pouty and Santana is horny as fuck.

She honestly isn't intending to fuck Mr. Schue when she drops by his office after school one day to talk to him about being the lips in Rocky Horror, one thing just kind of leads to another, and somehow Santana ends up on her knees with Mr. Schue's cock in her mouth, trying to demonstrate how amazing her lips are.

And then maybe Santana climbs into his lap and rides his surprisingly huge cock until she's coming and then he's coming and she gets to head home with a snatch full of her Spanish teacher's jizz, but that part is pretty much purely for fun.

/

Santana expects Mr. Schue to freak out the next day and make some big pathetic speech about how he had a moment of weakness and what happened was completely inappropriate and it can never happen again, but that's not what happens at all.

Instead, Santana finds herself being pulled into the staff washroom and pressed face first into the wall, a broad chest against her back and a hard dick poking her ass.

"Wha-"

"Shhh," a voice hisses into her ear, and it takes Santana a second to realize who it is.

"Mr. Schue?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about you all night," he tells her, his hot breath making the fine hairs at the nape of her neck stand at attention. "About fucking that amazing pussy again." Santana shivers as she feels his hand groping one of her fake tits over her uniform. "Have you been thinking about me, Santana?"

Santana moans and juts her ass out, rubbing it against her teacher's hard on. "Y-Yes," she admits, dropping her head back against his shoulder as he starts to press wet kisses against her exposed neck. "I had a dream about you last night."

"What did I do to you, Santana?"

"Mmm," Santana whimpers, her words catching in her throat when Mr. Schue's wet tongue licks a path up her neck. "You, you fucked me, o-on the piano," she finally gets out.

Will hums his approval against her tan skin, his hand traveling from her tits down her stomach to between her legs, cupping her core and pulling her body closer against his. "We'll have to fulfill that little fantasy another day," he suggests, a finger tracing Santana's slit through her wet spanks. "For now, you'll have to settle for me fucking you against a dirty wall in the staff restroom."

Santana can't believe how hot that sounds to her right now. "Good enough for me," she mumbles, breaking out of his hold only so she can turn around and pull him into a heated kiss.

There's not much room to move around and it takes more will power than Santana knew she possessed to keep quiet, but she does it, even when Mr. Schue buries the entire length of his massive cock into her needy pussy and fucks her so hard into the wall Santana's sure the lines of the tile must be imprinted on the side of her face.

It's fast and rough and hard and Santana falls apart around Mr. Schue's cock in no time at all, the walls of her cunt squeezing and trembling around his fat shaft as he shoots his sticky cum into her in thick, strong spurts. Santana never lets guys do her without wrapping it up, but there's something about Mr. Schue's spunk inside her that makes her so fucking hot, she doesn't even think twice about it. Plus, he never could knock up that wife of his, so it's probably defective anyway.

Santana feels painfully empty when Mr. Schue pulls out of her, swiftly pulling her spanks back into place before his warm load can start dripping down her thighs, and moving towards the mirror to check her hair and makeup. She totally looks like she just got fucked. Fuck.

"I don't want you to wear underwear under your spanks tomorrow," Will tells her, tucking his softening cock back into his pants and standing behind the girl. He holds her gaze in the mirror and gives her a wink before slapping her hard on the ass and moving to the door, telling her to wait a minute or two before she follows him out.

/

Sex with Mr. Schue is nothing like Santana imagined it would be – and she had imagined it, a lot. She and Brittany have this thing where they like to debate in length about what people are like in bed based on their personalities and behavior outside of bed; Rachel is obviously a bossy top, Quinn probably only does missionary, and Tina cries after for sure.

But Santana is starting to think they may have to rethink their preconceived impressions because they definitely had Mr. Schue pegged as the type to have boring earnest sex that he'd insist on calling "love making", but after fucking him nonstop for over a week, Santana can happily confirm she was completely and utterly wrong. It's a shame she can't tell Brittany, though.

"Beg me," he likes to order her when he has her laid out on his desk in front of him, cheer skirt flipped up and spanks on the floor, Santana's legs spread wide for him as he teases and slaps her bare pussy until she does as he says. "Beg for my cock, Santana."

"Please," Santana will immediately whine, any pride or bravado totally out the window whenever she's in his presence. "Please fuck my slutty pussy with your big cock, Mr. Schue. Please give it to me."

Santana's sure if he had more time he'd draw it out, but she's a student and he's a teacher and they're fucking in his office during lunch, so instead of making her beg more, Mr. Schue just slaps her pussy with his hard cock a few more times before he buries it inside her and fucks Santana hard until she's soaked through the Spanish assignments he'd been grading before she came in.

/

Puck gets out of juvie about two weeks into their little arrangement and when he sees Quinn has moved on with that new Sam kid, he sets his sights back on Santana. She seems less than interested though, like even moreso than usual, like in a way where it doesn't seem like she's playing hard to get but like she actually has no interest in riding the Puckasaurus again, which just won't do. So Puck does his thing and sings her a song in glee club, crooning out some old school Neil Diamond just for her.

"So are we on for tonight, or what?" he asks her once practice is done, corning her before she can leave the choir room with everyone else. "Because I haven't gotten laid in almost a month, and if I don't get some ass soon, I'm gonna turn into Hudson or something."

"I don't think-"

But before Santana can answer him, Mr. Schue approaches the pair and cuts her off. "Puck, can this wait for later? I need to speak to Santana about something."

"This is kind of important," Puck replies nonchalantly, barely giving his teacher a glance as he continues to leer at Santana.

"I said I need to speak to Santana," Mr. Schue repeats, this time without the friendly manner. "And I believe you have a meeting with Miss Pillsbury to discuss your community service. I'm sure you can talk to her some other time."

Surprised by his tone, Puck let's it drop, raising his hands in surrender and scoffing. "Whatever, I'll text you later, Lopez."

With that, he leaves, and Mr. Schue barely waits until the choir room door shuts behind him he's pulling Santana's body flush against his. "I don't want you sleeping with him."

"What?" Santana asks, her breath hitching. "I wasn't going to."

"I heard what he said," the teacher informs her lowly, his wild eyes darting across her face. "And I don't want you fucking him. You only fuck me now, right?"

Santana swallows thickly and nods, unconsciously rutting against Mr. Schue's crotch and feeling his erection through his slacks. "Only you."

"Say it," Mr. Schue hisses, his hands starting to travel all over her body. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," Santana immediately answers around a moan, her own hands slipping between their bodies and grabbing at his covered boner. "I'm all your, only yours, your slut to use any way you want. Use me, Mr. Schue, please use me, right here, right now, please fuck me."

Santana's begging makes Mr. Schue's cock twitch and he doesn't hesitate to give her what she wants, kissing her roughly before lifting her up from under her thighs and placing her on the edge of the piano. He doesn't break their kiss as he steps between her spread legs, one hand around the back of her neck and the other between her thighs, frantically rubbing at her clit.

"This is what you've always wanted, right?" he mumbles between kisses, pulling her plump bottom lip between his teeth before letting go and moving downward. "Do you want me to fuck you on this piano, Santana?"

"God yes," the Latina moans, lifting her hips when Mr. Schue pulls her spanks off and buries his face between her thighs, his skilled tongue licking through her soft wet folds. He laps at her slit then dips inside her, fucking Santana with his tongue before replacing it with two fingers when he moves up to suck her hardening clit into his mouth.

Mr. Schue is the only guy Santana has ever been with that would go down on her, and as good as Brittany is at it, the feeling of his stubble on her inner thighs as he eats her out really drives Santana wild. She can't help but bury her fingers in his curly hair and pull his head closer against her as she humps his face.

It's wet and messy and fast, and the slurping sound Mr. Schue's mouth is making with her pussy sounds more like music to Santana's ears than anything the glee club has ever sung in this room before, and it doesn't take long before she's coming against her teachers face, tanned thighs clamping down on either side of Will's head and trapping him in place as she rides out her orgasm, her body thrashing and trembling on the slick black surface beneath her.

When he finally comes up for breath, Santana pulls Mr. Schue in by his tie, hungrily kissing him and sucking his tongue into her mouth, moaning at the taste of herself in his kiss. Santana's gets so lost in it that she doesn't even realize Will's got his cock out until it's sliding inside her wet cunt, her slick walls fluttering around his fat shaft and welcoming him inside without resistance.

They never have time to waste, so Mr. Schue doesn't waste any. He doesn't bother teasing or starting slow, just pulls Santana's body right to the edge of the piano and starts thrusting into her, his massive length and powerful hips able to reach untouched places deep inside of her that she didn't even know existed until his cock found them, over and over and over again.

Santana rocks her hips into her teacher's and throws her head back, feeling Mr. Schue's warm's mouth on his throat, kissing, licking and nipping at her flesh as his cock pounds into her relentlessly. She wishes she could take her stupid cheerios top off easier, because she would kill to feel his tongue on her tits right now.

"Harder," she mumbles, eyes fluttering closed everytime Mr. Schue buries his cock inside her. Santana can already feel the ball in the pit of her stomach somehow growing and tightening at the same time, her legs curling around Will's body to pull him in even closer, get his cock even deeper inside her, as if it were possible. "Harder, oh god, fuck me harder!"

Somehow Mr. Schue does, he fucks Santana harder and harder, forcing her head up to look at him as his cock pistons in and out of her slick pussy, more and more of her arousal leaking out of her and onto the black piano surface underneath her the harder he fucks her, until they both finally come together.

Her arms cling to his shoulders as her body trembles through her orgasm, Mr. Schue's cock throbbing inside Santana as he fills her vibrating pussy with warm cum, thick ropes of creamy jizz shooting from his tip and deep inside her. Feeling his load flood her cunt almost feels better than her orgasm itself, and she mumbles "I'm yours" over and over into the crook of his neck as she starts to come down, not a single thought of Puck or his inadequate teenage dick on her mind.

/

Santana's never really thought of herself as a cockslut. Sure, she's slept with a lot of guys, but other than that one time with Finn, she's never really been the one to initiate it. Usually it's the guy propositioning her for sex and she just doesn't say no. But it's different with Mr. Schue. With Mr. Schue, it's like there's this hunger inside of Santana, this need to just have her teacher's cock inside her as much as possible.

This need, this hunger, for Mr. Schue's cock becomes especially apparent during Christmas break, when they aren't at school and Santana doesn't have unlimited daily access to the anaconda Mr. Schue's hiding in his pants.

It's hard, really hard, and Santana only lasts a week before she's sneaking out of her house and finding her way to Mr. Schue's apartment after dark, thankful she remembers which door is his as she knocks softly, biting her lips as she waits for him to answer the door.

She's a bit nervous because other than the first time, Santana doesn't tend to make the first move. It's always Mr. Schue calling the shots; telling her when to meet him where, what to wear, what to do to his cock, but she can't handle waiting for him anymore. She needs his cock so bad right now, it's driving her crazy.

So when Will answers the door, Santana doesn't even let him get a word out before she attacks his lips in a hungry kiss, pushing him back into the apartment and slamming the door behind her.

"I need you," she moans into his mouth, hands flat on his bare chest and pushing him backwards until he falls onto the couch. "I need your cock," she corrects herself, abruptly dropping to her knees and tugging his tight boxer briefs down his legs, the only thing he's wearing.

Santana's mouth waters at the sight of Mr. Schue's cock laying against his stomach, not even hard and yet bigger than most of the guys she's been with before. Her eyes travel up his body and she realizes it's the first time she's ever seen him naked. It's always fast and furious fucking at school, spanks slipped off and pants around the thighs so they can get off and be gone as quickly as possible. It's never like this.

She's never taken the time to fully appreciate how fucking delicious Mr. Schue looks, his nice arms and pecs, his washboard stomach, strong thighs and his massive cock. God, that cock, Santana's definitely spent lots of time appreciating that. It's easily the biggest cock she's ever seen, certainly the biggest cock she's ever had inside her pussy, and the things it makes her feel, oh god.

Santana has it in her mouth before Mr. Schue can even say anything, the moan he lets out as her plump lips wrap around his cock the first noise he makes since opening the door. She feels fingers against her scalp as she sucks on his cock, enthusiastic tongue swirling around his tip and teasing his slit before moving down. Santana has to hollow out her cheeks as she swallows more dick, almost able to take most of it in her mouth while he's not fully hard.

By the time Mr. Schue's at full length, Santana can only get her lips about half way down his shaft before his tip is poking at the back of her throat and she's gagging, her eyes watering as he holds her head in place and doesn't let her pull back until she absolutely can't breathe.

Santana loves it. She can't believe how much she loves it; Mr. Schue's cock, sucking it, fucking it, choking on it, being forced to choke on it, everything. She loves everything about sex with her teacher. She loves the way Mr. Schue touches and teases her, how he pinches her nipples and fingers her to orgasm between classes on the days he doesn't have time to press her against a wall or lay her out on his desk and pound her until Santana's got a pussy full of creamy cum. He never ever leaves her unsatisfied, yet she always just wants more.

"Take me to your bedroom," she tells him after she finishes gobbling on his cock, licking her lips to get any left over cum off of them. "Take me to your bed, Mr. Schue, and fuck me all night long."

Will doesn't need any more prompting than that before he's scooping her up into his arms and carrying her back into his room, laying her out on his bed and stripping her naked to give her a night she'll never forget.

/

When they come back from Christmas break, they're a lot more brazen: Santana starts sneaking over to his apartment regularly, sometimes even spending the night; Mr. Schue waits outside the girls' locker room until all the other cheerleaders have left so he can go in and fuck Santana in the showers; they drive up to the popular make out point and fuck in Santana's car with the tinted windows, right beside God knows who.

Santana's favorite, though, is when she hides under Mr. Schue's desk and gives him head while he's meeting with someone, like that time she's blowing him when both Finn and Rachel come in to talk to Mr. Schue about ideas for Regionals and she can't help but keep sucking him off, forcing him to remain in control even as he starts spilling cum into her waiting mouth. The thrill of almost getting caught just makes everything that much hotter.

So when Santana finds herself sitting behind the rest of the glee club in the back row of the auditorium while they wait for Rachel to get on with whatever overdramatic performance she's cooked up for today, she's not at all surprised when Mr. Schue slips into the seat beside her.

"She still hasn't started yet?" he asks as he scans the seats to make sure every member of the club is present and accounted for.

Santana shakes her head and shifts closer to her teacher, leaning her weight onto her left armrest. "Hasn't even started and I'm already bored."

"Hmm, maybe I can help to keep you entertained then," Will whispers suggestively, expertly able to pick up on even the most subtle of Santana's come ons at this point.

Santana's eyes darken and then fall over her classmates, double checking to see if anyone is paying them any mind. She's quietly debating with herself if they can get away with anything when she feels Mr. Schue's hand on her bare thigh. "Mr. Schue…"

"Shh," he immediately hushes her, his hand slowly moving further and further up her caramel thigh until his finger reaches her damp spanks. "Don't worry about them seeing what a little whore you are. If you be quiet, I'll be fast."

Nobody is paying them any mind and while a tiny rational part of Santana thinks she should protest, a much bigger part of Santana wishes Mr. Schue would throw her over his shoulder, interrupt Rachel's five hundredth solo and fuck her doggy style on the stage right in front of the entire glee club. So really, letting her teacher finger her in the back row like they're two freshmen at the movies really shouldn't give her much pause. Besides, listening to Rachel sing has always made Santana weirdly wet for reasons she doesn't understand, so she could use a quick release.

So instead of pushing Mr. Schue's hand away, Santana spreads her legs further apart and let her teacher slip his fingers under her spanks just as the lights darkened and Rachel takes center stage. "Get me off before Rachel finishes her song and I'll blow you before your first period tomorrow," Santana challenges him, her breath hitching as Mr. Schue gets right down to business and slips two fingers inside her already slick entrance.

"You'll blow me anyway," Will whispers into her ear so she can hear him over the bass of Rachel's music. "Just like you do every morning, like the good little cockslut you are."

Santana whimpers as his fingers sink deeper inside her, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth to keep her moan in when the heel of Mr. Schue's hand starts rubbing against her clit each time he buries his digits inside her. Odds are she wouldn't be heard over the music, but she's not about to take that chance, so Santana swallows every moan as eagerly as she swallows Mr. Schue's cum, squeezing her eyes shut as she bucks into his hand.

Will watches as Santana gets more and more desperate beside him, marveling at just how fast he's always able to turn her into a whining needy mess. It's a good thing Rachel's spotlight prevents her from seeing into the crowd, because the way Santana's humping his fingers is anything but subtle.

Santana's orgasm starts to build as Rachel's song does, the coiling in her stomach tightening the louder the music gets, and just as Rachel starts her big showstopping note, Mr. Schue curls his fingers just right and sets Santana off, her whole body shuddering in her seat as her orgasm rips through her, Rachel's booming voice easily masking any sound she makes.

Will doesn't say anything as his student falls apart around his fingers, just keeps pumping them into her to draw her pleasure out for as long as possible, until Santana's hand finally grips his wrists and stills his movements, not able to take any more.

Santana's head is still spinning when Mr. Schue pulls his fingers out of her and sucks them clean just as Rachel's solo comes to a close, not missing a beat as he stands up with the rest of the glee club and gives her a round of applause, like he wasn't just finger fucking Santana behind all their backs. Brittany is the only other person that doesn't stand up, and the blonde glances over at Santana, making a displeased face at Rachel's song. Santana can only muster a weak smile and eye roll in return.

"What did you think of my performance, Santana?" Rachel asks her a little while later while they're all filing out of the auditorium.

Santana's eyes drift to where Mr. Schue is talking with Finn a few feet ahead of them, and she feels a familiar tingle between her legs. "It was amazing, Berry."

/

The best part about Alcohol Awareness Week, besides the surprisingly epic party that Berry throws, is that Mr. Schue gives his phone number to everyone in glee club and makes them promise to call him for a ride if they ever need it. Which means nobody bats an eye when his crappy old car pulls up outside of Karofsky's house a couple weeks later and Brittany and Santana climb inside.

"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Schue," Brittany attempts to say, but her words are so slurred that Will can barely even make out his own name. He looks in the rear view mirror and sees that the blonde is barely even wearing her shirt.

"Yeah, thanks for the ride," Santana repeats with a smirk, her words crystal clear.

Mr. Schue just nods and pulls away from the curb, his eyes drifting back and forth between the road and the girls in his backseat. "Am I taking Brittany home first?"

"My parents are away for the weekend, she's staying at my place," Santana answers, feeling Brittany's weight sag against her side. She looks down and sees that her best friend has passed out, and knows she'll likely be dead to the world until morning. "I'm gonna need your help getting her inside," she tells her teacher, hoping to catch his eye in the rearview mirror. "So, you'll have to come in when we get to my house."

"Sure thing," Will answers in a friendly tone before he glances back and sees for himself that Brittany is passed out. It helps him relax a bit, and when his eyes drift over from Brittany to Santana, he sees the girl isn't wearing any panties under her ridiculously short dress like the little slut she is. He licks his lips as he moves his gaze from Santana's shaven glistening core to her darkened brown eyes staring directly at him. "Touch yourself for me, Santana," he calmly tells her, after double checking to make sure Brittany really is passed out against Santana's shoulder.

As if she's trained, Santana doesn't hesitate to widen her legs and run a finger through her wet folds, spreading them wide for Mr. Schue to see. "I'm all wet for you," she tells him with a purr, scooting forward in the seat, the tip of her finger slowly moving up and down and through herself.

It takes all of Mr. Schue's will power to keep his eyes predominantly on the road, but the low moans coming from the back seat keep pulling his gaze up to the mirror and to Santana fingering herself behind him, and he presses his foot against the pedal that much harder, desperate to get to Santana's house and into her bed.

He pulls up in front of the Lopez house not even five minutes later and carefully pulls Brittany out of the car before following Santana up to her room and gently placing the blonde down on the bed. Mr. Schue watches as Santana removes the girl's shoes and socks but otherwise leaves her as she is before tucking her into bed and under the covers.

"She'll be out till morning," the girl tells him with a glint in her eyes, and Will immediately knows what she wants.

Santana's turned into such a needy, kinky little cockslut, wanting to get dicked anywhere and everywhere, the more people around the better. He can tell she gets off on the thrill and he'd be lying if he said he didn't love it himself, so when Santana presses her body fully against his and cups his junk, Mr. Schue doesn't think twice about pulling her into a kiss and backing her up until her knees hit the bed and they're both falling into it.

"You want me to fuck you right here, Santana?" he asks, hand already up her dress and fingers already knuckle deep in her cunt. "Right here on the bed beside your sleeping best friend?"

"Yes," Santana moans, arching off the bed when Mr. Schue's thumb finds her clit.

"You want me to fuck you hard," Will continues, curling his fingers just right to make her eyes roll in the back of her head. "Fuck you until you're coming all over my cock and you scream my name so loudly that she wakes up and finds you getting pounded by a big fat cock like the little whore you are?"

"God yes," Santana cries, jutting her hips against his crotch and feeling his erection poking her through his pants. She can't help but think about how much Brittany would actually love to wake up to that. Brittany loves to watch, and if she didn't have such a blabber mouth, Santana definitely would've arranged to give her a show by now. "Fuck me, Mr. Schue. Please, god, just fuck me so hard with your big fucking cock!"

Will can never resist Santana when she begs him like that, so he doesn't waste a second pulling his hard dick out and slipping inside Santana's warm pussy, her walls stretching around his size like it's second nature by now.

Santana wraps herself around Mr. Schue as he fucks her into the bed, his muscular arms stretched out on either side of her head as his hips thrust and thrust into her. Santana can't feel anything but Mr. Schue's cock splitting her open and she feels herself drifting off to that happy place in her head where everything is bliss and orgasms and unbelievable pleasure, and when she comes a few minutes later, Will just pulls out and flips her over so he can fuck her from behind.

Mr. Schue manages to fuck three orgasms out of Santana before he's blowing his load in her overworked pussy, filling it with sticky cum as his hips keep moving, fucking his jizz deeper into her so it'll stay there all night long.

He leaves Santana there after, laying naked ontop of the covers beside a sleeping, with his load slowly dribbling out of her stretched cunt, wondering if she'll be able to last the rest of the weekend before she comes back for more.

/

The rest of the year pretty much plays out much the same, except now there's a rumour going around school that she's a lesbian because she's been turning guys down left and right lately when she was basically open for business previously. It would bother Santana more if it were true, and it's probably better than everyone knowing she's actually fucking a teacher, so she doesn't do anything to stop it. Anything that keeps what she has with Mr. Schue safe is good.

Santana barely remembers how it began and she doesn't know how it's gonna end, but one thing she does know, is that for a thirty something year old show choir director that wears sweater vests every day, Mr. Schuester's dick game is hella strong, and she plans on quite literally riding that horse (seriously, dude is like a fucking horse, if you know what she means), until she just can't (sit or stand) anymore.