Characters/Pairing: Santana Lopez, Will Schuester, Brittany Pierce, Finn Hudson. Will/Santana, with some Brittany/Santana, Finn/Santana and Brittany/Rory.
Rating: NC-17.
Kinks: barebacking, anal, spanking, humiliation, dom/sub, rough sex, cheating.

Notes: Okay, so this is both part of an exchange with Sarmaren. I really tried to get back into the groove and tone of this story, but I don't think I really did overall. This chapter is definitely different from the first in that way, but in others, too. I struggled to find a way to add a second chapter to this without it just being repetitive, before finally deciding to set it during the third season of the show. The first chapter is obviously set during Season 2, and has a few references to canon events, while this one follows a bit more closely to canon. It was just easier for me to think of scenes/a plot if I tried to find ways to have Will and Santana hook up with a canon backdrop. I mostly tried for things I didn't do in the first chapter, as well as adding things I know Sarmaren likes, since this is for them, so mind the recent tags, and hopefully it works.

Summer usually goes by too fast for most high school students, but for Santana Lopez, the two months between her junior and senior year feel more like two years.

She misses Mr. Schue. Or certain parts of him, anyways.

Santana hasn't even seen him since the last day of school, let alone fucked him, and it's the longest she's gone without him inside her since they started this whole thing, and she doesn't like it one bit.

It isn't like they had agreed not to see each other over the summer, but Brittany attaches herself to Santana's hip like always, and Mr. Schue is probably busy at some kind of sweater vest convention or something, so it kinda just works out that way.

But whatever, it not like Santana doesn't have other options or opportunities to keep her brain and cunt occupied. Will had told her not to fuck other guys while they were fucking, and she hadn't, but sadly they're not fucking right now, so Santana doesn't see why she should be expected to be celibate the whole summer.

There's Puck, who she fucks a few times, but who doesn't seem to get the job done like he used to. The boy's a good lay and all, Santana gets off, but after fucking a man for the past year, Puck just doesn't cut it anymore.

There's Sam, after Mercedes dumps him and before he leaves for Kentucky. It's his first time, so that's about as satisfying as she expects it to be, but he eats her out really well with those gargantuan lips of his, which is more than she usually gets from virgins, so at least it isn't a complete waste of her time.

Then there's an older guy whose name she doesn't even know; some college kid she meets at a party she and Brittany flirt their way into. He's hot and he fucks Santana raw in front of Brittany and a couple of his buddies in someone's dorm room. He has a nice fat dick that he knows exactly what to do with, and yet.

It's like Mr. Schue has ruined sex for her. She's had the absolute best and now anything less is just a disappointment. It's hard to go back to driving a Volvo after you've driven a Ferrari.

Sex with Brittany is good, though. Probably because it's so different Santana doesn't spend the whole time comparing it to sex with Will. So she ends up just doing that for most of the summer; hanging out with Brittany and fucking her.

It's pretty okay all things considered, and now they're closer than ever, but Santana is still counting down the days until summer ends and she can see Mr. Schue again.

/

When summer finally ends, and she does see Mr. Schue again, it's with Miss Pillsbury. Apparently they're a thing now.

It's not like Santana has ever had any illusions about her future with her teacher, and it's not like she's in love with the guy; she's never doodled Santana Schuester in any of her notebooks or dreamt of having little curly haired babies with butt chins or anything, but still. There's no way this isn't going to change things.

"Santana, we need to talk," he tells her when she finally gets a minute alone with him at the end of the first school day.

She fucking knew it.

Mr. Schue tells her he doesn't want to fuck her anymore, so Santana lights a stupid purple piano on fire.

A little drastic, probably, and the situation is slightly more complicated than that, but that's mostly why she does it. Will has to know that, but it doesn't stop him from kicking her out of glee club anyways. Which should make Santana even madder at him, but all it does is make her want him more.

Mr. Schue changed over the summer; he's all tough and strict now, like he used to be when it was just them and he had her bent over his desk or on her knees. It's jarring to Santana at first, to hear him talk to her like that in front of other people, but it also makes her wet. There's not much she can do about it now, but as she stalks out of the choir room in a huff, she's already trying to figure out how to make this right so she can fuck this new version of Mr. Schue as soon as possible.

/

Santana gives Mr. Schue a week to make the first move, but he doesn't. He doesn't even spare her a second glance during Spanish class, where he used to text her, in great detail, all the naughty things he planned on doing to her from his desk.

So while Brittany is busy planning Kurt's pointless student council campaign, Santana does a little planning of her own. If she wants Mr. Schue back (and to let her back into glee club, she guesses, but that's a very distant second priority), she's just gonna have to make him an offer he can't refuse.

With her plan set, Santana ditches fifth period, and her spanks, to go find Will where he's alone in his office. He sighs when he sees her, but she'd bet good money his dick is already hard, so he really shouldn't even bother trying to pretend to be put out.

"Santana," he sighs again, but he doesn't stop her when she saunters around his desk, and even swivels his chair a bit in her direction. Men may be better fucks, but they're just as easy to read.

"I want back in the glee club," Santana tells him simply, as if that's what she's really after, and then smiles that special smile that's just for Mr. Schue. "And I want you back in me."

Another sigh, but this time of resigned regret. "Santana, we've talked about this."

"You talked," she cuts him off. "I barely listened."

"I told you," Will starts again, a bit more sternly, and Santana clenches her thighs. "I'm with Miss Pillsbury now, I can't be doing this with you anymore. It's not right." Now she's rolling her eyes; as if this arrangement was ever 'right' in the first place. "As for coming back to the glee club, well, that I'm open to discussing, if you earn it."

That gets Santana to perk up. "And how exactly would you like me to earn it, Mr. Schuester?"

Will licks his lips as Santana subtly moves closer, and can't fight his eyes from drifting down to where her fingers are playing with the hem of her Cheerios skirt. "You need to prove yourself," he tells her, his voice thick and his cock the same. Why does she have to be so fucking hot? "Prove that you're serious about where your loyalties lie."

"I lie with you," she promises, her tone dripping with innuendo. "Or at least I'd like to. And if it's proof you need..." Santana smirks and casually flips up her skirt to expose herself to her teacher, turning around just enough so he can see what she has written on her ass. "I hope this is proof enough."

It's sloppy and a bit smudged, but 'Property of Mr. Schuester' is what's written on Santana's left ass cheek, with an arrow pointing inwards.

"Wha- How, how did you even…?" Will has a lot of questions, and he thinks he already knows at least some of the answers, but he needs to be completely sure if he's going to consider this.

"Don't ask," Santana insists with a wave of her hand. It had been quite the production, so much so that she might have even asked Brittany for help if she didn't think the girl would've spelt it wrong. "What's important here is what I'm offering. And make no mistake, Mr. Schuester, what I'm offering you is the one thing I've never given anyone."

Mr. Schue swallows thickly and Santana knows she already has him. "You're saying," he starts slowly, deliberately, his eyes trained on where his name is written in smudged black marker. "That if I let you rejoin the glee club, you'll finally let me fuck your ass?"

Santana drops her skirt back down and gives Will a smug tilt of the head; hook, line and sinker. "So do we have a deal?"

Of-fucking-course they do.

"Be at my place by 7 tonight," Mr. Schue orders her sharply, already taking back control of the situation as if Santana didn't just manipulate him into giving her both things she wanted. "I'm gonna want a few hours with you."

/

The closest Santana's ever come to having anal sex was that one time in sophomore year when Puck shoved his thumb in her ass while he was fucking her from behind. It didn't feel bad, she even kinda liked it, but she still pushed him away when he tried to get his dick in there next.

Santana has the best ass in Lima, so she can't blame every guy in town for trying so hard to fuck it over the years, but none of them ever felt worthy enough to have the honor. Now, as she feels the slick round head of Mr. Schue's fat cock pressing against her well prepared hole, Santana's glad she waited. She can't think of anyone more deserving than him.

She's all stretched and more than ready, but it still hurts when Will starts moving forward, the excessive lube he's slathered on only able to do so much to assist with the process. Santana squeezes her eyes shut and pushes through the pain, trying to focus solely on Mr. Schue's encouraging words.

"Are you doing okay, Santana?" he asks, and it's sweet that he checks; it reminds her of that first time with Finn. It's not his usual style, but she appreciates it in this case, and it helps her relax just a little more.

She can't manage to choke out any words, so she just nods her heads instead, letting her teacher know he can keep going. Santana feels Will's warm palm against her sweaty back, rough fingers trailing her spine delicately as he slowly pushes more and more of his cock into her tight asshole.

He pulls out and pushes back in a few times, adding more lube as needed, until finally, after what feels like an eternity, Mr. Schue bottoms out. His hips still as they meet the fleshy cheeks of Santana's round ass, and she almost forgets to breathe.

"Wow," Will breathes out at the same Santana cries, "Fuck!" It's the first time she's had his cock in her in almost three months, but she doesn't have the brain capacity to fully appreciate that fact right now.

Santana feels full. It's the only way she can describe the feeling of having the entirety of Mr. Schue's massive cock stuffed in her ass. Well, that and painful, of course, but that much was to be expected. She's sure there's no possibly way she could ever get comfortable with this feeling, but then Will starts slowly pulling out, and it's already a little bit easier to take the second time around.

By the eighth or ninth stroke, Santana starts to like it, and then by the twentieth, she decides she loves it.

After a cautious start, Mr. Schue's thrusts are back to normal; long, hard and strong, pounding into Santana's ass in a steady rhythm, and it's just like it's always been. She's so relieved to know Will didn't lose his dick game over the summer. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little bit worried she'd built him up too much in her head.

She presses her face against the mattress and rolls her hips against Mr. Schue's invading cock, and she can't believe how good this feels. Santana hadn't expected to enjoy it nearly this much; she had mostly just been doing this as a means to an end with him, but this is unbelievable.

It feels like that first time with Mr. Schue all over again; when Santana was riding his cock in his office chair and she realized what great sex really felt like, after settling for just good sex for so long. But this is beyond great sex, this is something Santana has never felt before.

She's coming before she even knows it, that band in her tummy snapping in record time. "Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck oh fucking fuck! Santana screams incoherently as her ass clamps down on Mr. Schue's cock and she convulses in front of him, her entire body rocked with an orgasm like she's never experienced.

Santana doesn't realize she's squirting until she feels her own cum soaking her thighs, and that's another first of hers that now belongs to Mr. Schue.

"Wow," he laughs delightfully from behind her, waiting just long enough for Santana's walls to loosen around him before he starts rocking his hips against her again. His eyes are trained on where his name is still spelt out on her asscheek. "You really love getting your ass fucked, don't you, Santana?"

It turns out she really, really does. "God, yes," Santana sighs, slumping against the bed when Mr. Schue sweeps her knees out from under her so he can press her flat against the mattress and cover her entire back with his front.

"Come for me again, Santana," Will pants into her ear as he ruts into her ass, his heavy balls slapping against her soaked pussy and his hand blindly reaching underneath her writhing body to find her clit. "I want to feel you come when I fill your ass with my jizz." He finds it and starts rubbing, and yeah, that's definitely something she can do for him.

They both come not even a minute later, Mr. Schue first, and then Santana right after, the thickness of Will's creamy cum the final button he needed to push to trigger her second orgasm of the night.

A pleasurable warmth spreads through Santana like lava, filling her veins with contentment like Mr. Schue floods her ass with cum, and as his weight settles against her back and his dick goes soft inside her, Santana finally feels like everything is right in her world again.

/

Santana's happiness lasts for less than 24 hours because the next day at school, Mr. Schue goes right back to denying her. She clearly overestimated the power of her ass, because she really didn't see that coming. She thought for sure he wouldn't be able to resist her once he had another taste.

She's back in the glee club though, which means next to nothing to her. Like, glee club is fun and everything, it's important to her deep down she guesses, but Santana would much rather be riding Mr. Schue's cock on the regular again than singing god awful show tunes.

Brittany still wants her, though, at least. Actually, she wants her to be her girlfriend for some reason. Santana clearly doesn't have any better offers at the moment and it makes Brittany smile all big, so whatever; Brittany's her girlfriend now.

It ends up changing absolutely nothing about their relationship, but at least it makes Brittany feel obligated to come with her when she decides to ditch New Directions for the new show choir run by Rachel's birth mom. Santana just can't stand to be around Mr. Schue so much without being able to fuck him.

It takes a month or so of Mr. Schue not giving into her many flirtations and propositions for Santana to finally start to accept that their little tryst might actually be over. It sucks beyond any loss she's ever experienced, but she tries to deal with it the best she can; she has other good things in her life to focus on.

Like her girlfriend. Things with Brittany have gone well, even if hanging out with her usually means hanging out with the new annoying Irish kid that's living in her house now. He totally wants to nail Brittany, and that should probably make Santana feel some type of way, but it really doesn't. Which pretty much confirms what she already knows; she's not in love with Brittany, and that's probably the only reason things are going so well in the first place.

Finn clearly doesn't get that memo, though. He outs her even though she's barely even really in, so she slaps the shit out of him in front of everyone. Well, it's a little bit because of that, but it's mostly just because she finally has an outlet to take her recent frustrations out on.

Santana gets sent to the principal's office, which is about the most on brand thing that's happened to her this year. But before Figgins can suspend her or whatever, Mr. Schue steps in and promises to take care of her punishment himself.

"Detention in the choir room after school," he tells her sternly as he leads her and her victim out of Figgins' office and into the hall. "The both of you." Santana glares at Finn before she stalks away, wondering if it'd be foolish of her to get her hopes up.

/

Santana and Finn sit in awkward silence for way too long before Mr. Schue finally shows up, and when he locks the door and covers the window behind him, Santana sits up a little straighter in her seat. She glances at the boy beside her, but as usual, he doesn't seem to have any clue what's going on. To be fair, neither does she, but at least she doesn't look like a moron.

"Stand up, Santana," Will orders her as he heads straight for the piano bench and moves it to the middle of the room to sit down on. Santana is standing by the time he's situated himself, waiting for further instructions, and only moves towards her teacher when he curls his finger to beckon her forward. "Lose the spanks, and underwear if you're even wearing any."

"Um, what?!" Finn chokes out, but it doesn't stop Mr. Schue's orders from shooting straight to Santana's cunt.

She glances at the boy and then back at Will before she reluctantly starts doing as she's told because apparently, somewhere along the way, she's started doing whatever Mr. Schue wants her to when he uses that voice of his. She can feel Finn's wide dopey eyes on her as she slides her wet spanks down her tanned legs and tosses them onto the piano behind her teacher, awaiting her next instruction.

"Across my lap," Mr. Schue tells her, leaning back and patting his knees and now Santana knows what's happening. She swallows thickly and doesn't look at Finn before she carefully lays herself over Will's lap to surrender herself to him. He immediately flips her skirt up over her back so her pussy and ass are exposed, and checks to see how aroused she is. "Of course you're already wet."

Finn pointedly coughs from his seat and Santana had already forgotten he was there. "Uh, are you sure this is, um, you know… okay?"

"It's fine, Finn," Mr. Schue assures him, and it's wild how quickly his tone changes. "This is fine, right, Santana?" She nods emphatically. She's not thrilled about the audience, but Santana will take anything she can get from Will at this point; even if it's being spanked in front of Finn fucking Hudson.

"Oh," Finn replies, shifting in his seat and he sounds as moronic as he looks. "Uh, okay. Should I leave then or…?"

"No," Mr. Schue assures him as he moves his fingers from Santana's pussy and digs them into an asscheek. "You're free to leave if you want, of course, but I thought you deserved to see Santana punished for what she did to you." Santana risks a glance at the boy, and just catches him nodding after a few moments of deliberation. "Good. Now pick a number between 1 and 25."

"15," Finn answers, though it sounds more like a question, and Santana wonders if he has any idea why he was asked. It can't be more obvious, but Finn is even dumber than Brittany half the time, so it's hard to tell.

Mr. Schue hums his approval and gives Santana's ass its first hard slap without any warning. She yelps more in surprise than in pain, and then groans when Will immediately pulls tightly on her ponytail to arc her back closer to his mouth.

"Do you understand why I'm punishing you, Santana?" he hisses, and she can feel his hot breath on her neck. She tries to nod, but Mr. Schue just tugs harder on her ponytail.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Schue," she rushes to answer, quick to pick up on what Will wants from her.

Another slap, and he tells Finn to count them out for him. "Why?"

"I was a bad girl," Santana moans out, earning a third smack.

There's another tug on her ponytail. "What did you do?"

"I slapped Finn." Mr. Schue spanks her another three times in quick session, and it finally starts to hurt by the last one.

"You slapped him in front of everyone," Will elaborates, fingers massaging her reddening ass before striking her twice with his open palm again. Santana can feel tears stinging the corner of her eyes, and a noise that starts as a sob turns into a moan when unforgiving fingers find her clit and start rubbing. "Look at Finn," he orders her, and Santana reluctantly faces the boy again. "How did that make you feel, Finn? For Santana to slap you in front of all your friends?"

Finn's hands are pushing at his crotch as he shifts in his chair, and of course he'd get a hard on watching Santana get hers. "Embarrassed," he finally answers, sounding more comfortable than he did before. "Humiliated."

"You humiliated him, Santana," Mr. Schue repeats, fingers still pressing hard circles on her clit. "Is that how you feel right now? Are you embarrassed to be a bad girl?" She tries to roll her hips into his fingers, but it just makes him pull them away. "Is it humiliating for Finn to see how turned on you are to be spanked and punished by your teacher?"

"Yes," Santana breathes, and boy, is that an understatement. She's positive she's never going to be able to look Finn in the eyes ever again.

Mr. Schue smacks her ass again, and according to Finn, it's the ninth time. "But you deserve this, don't you?" Santana cries out an affirmative answer after the tenth slap lands, but the smack that follows it tells her that isn't good enough. "Say it."

"This is what I deserve!" Santana sobs, jumping when two of the last four sharp slaps land more on her wet pussy than her ass, triggering the orgasm that's been steadily building in her belly since Will walked into the room.

Mr. Schue comforts Santana as she comes; holding her body close as she trembles in his lap, but making sure she's still looking at Finn through the whole thing. He whispers soft encouraging words to her until she finally starts to come down.

"I'm proud of you, Santana," he tells her like he means it and Santana doesn't know why it makes her feel so good. "Now there's just two more things left for you to do." His offending hand has moved up to back, and is rubbing soothing circles there. "I want you to apologize to Finn, and ask him if he'll let you make it up to him," Mr. Schue instructs, and leaves it at that, trusting Santana knows what he wants from her. He gives her other cheek a light tap and gently nudges her off his lap

Santana falls to the ground and smooths out her skirt, not averting her gaze as she crawls over to Finn's chair and settles in front of the boy on her knees. "I-I'm sorry, Finn," she spits out, wiping the tears from her eyes as she looks up at him. "I'm sorry for slapping you. I'd… I would like to make it up to you, if you'll let me." Santana sniffles and glances down at the obvious boner in Finn's jeans, tentatively reaching out to rub his thighs. "Please?"

Finn swallows thickly and looks to Mr. Schue over Santana's head, as if asking his permission, before he looks back at her and nods. "Okay." He shuffles to the edge of the chair and lifts his hips so she can tug his jeans and boxers down.

"What do you say to Finn, Santana?" Mr. Schue asks in a very pointed tone. "For accepting your apology?"

"Thank you," Santana automatically tells him, taking his leaking cock into her mouth and sucking. She closes her eyes, pretends it's Mr. Schue's, and she hopes she's pleasing him.

/

Santana isn't surprised when Mr. Schue goes back to ignoring her this time. She expects it, though she doesn't quite accept it. But she's out of cards to play, for now at least, so she tries to let it go. It just sucks, because she had been doing kind of well with the whole moving on thing before, but now that she got another taste, it's like she has to start the process all over again.

She decides it's best to just try to focus all her energy on Brittany and the upcoming competition, but that only lasts for so long, because soon her girlfriend becomes inexplicitly busy and after they somehow lose to the New Directions at Sectionals, the Troublestones are disbanded. And now Santana's back to seeing too much (and yet not enough) of Mr. Schue every day.

She welcomes Christmas break with open arms, and she tries to use it to fuck Will out of her system, but it works about as well as it did during the summer, and when she comes back to McKinley in the New Year, Santana wants Mr. Schue just as badly as she always did, maybe even more. Especially when he decides to use their first glee practice back to tell them he's planning to fucking propose to Miss Pillsbury.

Santana could easily ruin it if she wanted to – and holy fuck does she want to – but she doesn't. She's grown enough as a human being in the past couple years to know now that others don't usually respond well to the people that sabotage their lives, so she refrains. She even sings a stupid Rihanna song with the rest of the glee club losers before he proposes.

That doesn't mean Santana has accepted defeat, though. She's come close, but everytime she almost does, something happens that reminds it's not a lost cause; Mr. Schue has given into temptation twice already, there's no reason for her to believe there can't be a third time. She just needs to figure out what she needs to do to make it happen.

She thinks and thinks, and Santana doesn't know when she lost her touch. She used to be so good at this. But now Santana doesn't know what to do, so she goes to the only person more well versed in the ways of sex than she is; her girlfriend. Brittany is probably the dimmest light bulb in the box when it comes to most things, but she's a fucking genius when it comes to, well, fucking.

She doesn't bother knocking when she stops by, because she never does, and so it's Santana's own damn fault that she walks into Brittany's room to find her girlfriend getting fucked doggy style by Rory in the middle of her bed.

"Jesus Christ!" she shrieks at the visual, more offended by the sight of Rory's pasty chest and cum-face than she is at the fact that he's balls deep in her girlfriend. Guess she knows why Brittany's been so busy lately.

Two heads snap up at her exclamation, but they can't seem to stop. Just as Brittany looks like she's about to plead her name she suddenly screams out Rory's name instead when her orgasm takes her by surprise.

Santana flinches at the sound and cringes when it looks like Rory follows right after the blonde, and she has to admire their dedication; she probably wouldn't have stopped if she were that close either.

Santana waits as Rory finishes unloading into Brittany, making a point to stare at the younger boy as he sheepishly pulls his still hard cock out of her girlfriend and quickly gathers his clothes off the floor.

"I-I'm so sorry," he mumbles as he scurries past her and out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Rory?" Santana scoffs once they're alone. "Really, Britt?"

Brittany pouts and looks ashamed as she settles back against her bed, pulling a pillow to hug to her chest as Santana comes closer. "He lives right down the hall," Brittany explains with a helpless shrug. "And his dick is really big." Santana had noticed; Rory is no Mr. Schue, but she has to admit the kid is packing. "And his cum tastes really good, probably because he-"

"Okay, okay, that's enough." Santana doesn't care how many dicks Brittany wants to suck or fuck, but she really doesn't need to know every detail.

"I'm sorry I've been cheating on you, San," Brittany says quietly and bows her head, looking way too innocent for a girl who's probably leaking Rory's fresh jizz all over her unicorn bed sheets. "Like, a lot. I just couldn't help myself."

Santana shakes her head as she drops down in the chair beside the bed, and she feels guilty for not feeling guiltier herself for trying to fuck Mr. Schue so hard this entire time. "It's okay, Britt, I don't care. I've cheated on you, too."

"With who?" she asks, like she's looking for gossip, not demanding answers.

"It doesn't matter," Santana sighs, wishing she could trust Brittany enough to keep her mouth shut about this. Maybe she can – Brittany's probably been fucking Rory for months, after all, and she had no idea – but she can't risk it. Finn knowing is already one person too many. "That's, uh, actually why I came by tonight. I kinda need your help, to figure out how to get him to sleep with me again."

"Ohhh, I'm really good at that," Brittany grins, perking right up. "Tell me everything, and I'll totally help you."

Santana's positive they've gotta be the weirdest couple ever, but it works for them.

/

Brittany's advice is as simple as she is; make him jealous.

It's such a classic Santana move that she can't believe she didn't do it months ago. The only problem with that plan is that she can't think of a single guy at McKinley she can use to make Mr. Schue jealous. They're all boys, and there's no way Will is going to be threatened by any of them.

And then, like a gift from the universe, in walks David Martinez. He's hot, talented, Latino, and best of all, Mr. Schue clearly already sees him as a rival. It's perfect.

For a brief moment Santana is tempted to actually try to sleep with him as part of her plan, but she realizes not all teachers are going to be susceptible to her charms, and really, the last thing she needs is to get a taste of a different man and develop another craving.

Santana decides to just keep it professional; she sings a duet with him in Spanish, complete with a sexy performance in front of the glee club. When she sees Mr. Schue practically fuming in his seat when the lights in the auditorium come back on, Santana is sure it worked like a charm.

Her suspicions are confirmed when Mr. Schue finds her in the deserted hallway later and pulls her into the girls locker room.

"What kind of game are you playing at, Santana?" he hisses as he presses her against a bright red locker. She can already feel his cock hardening against her. "That little performance, that was-"

"Amazing, wasn't it?" Santana finishes for him with a devilish smirk. "Mr. Martinez and I work so well together."

Will's face contorts in a way Santana's never seen before. "Santana..."

"We just have so much… chemistry," she adds with purpose, and of course, punctuates the word by grinding her crotch into his. "Don't you think?"

There's a loud bang from Mr. Schue's fist beside her head before there's a mouth on hers, and Santana can't tell which one is making her ears ring.

"You're mine," Mr. Schue practically growls into her mouth between rough kisses; lips, tongues and teeth all crashing together in a perfect mess. He bites Santana's bottom lip and tugs it between his teeth at the same time he pulls on her pony tail, and it hurts in the best possible way. "Not his, not Brittany's, anyone else's but mine. Do you understand me, Santana?" She nods, because that has never once been a question. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she promises him, like she has many times before. It's never been her that needed the reminder; she fucking printed it out on her ass for fucks sake. "I have been this entire time." Santana curls one hand into Mr. Schue's hair, while the other cups his crotch. "All you had to do was claim me."

And so he does.

Will kisses her and kisses her, and presses her flat against the lockers with his entire body and kisses her some more. It's hot and rough, and it makes Santana's head spin so much that she doesn't even realize Mr. Schue's pulled her shorts down until she feels his cock rutting against her clit.

Santana pushes the silk shorts down the rest of her legs and steps out of them without breaking their kiss. She starts to turn around, so it'll be easier for Mr. Schue to get inside her, but he keeps her in place.

"No, stay this way," he orders her, framing her face with a strong hand and tilting it to the side so he can kiss and bite at her exposed neck. "I wanna look at you."

So Santana stays and looks into Mr. Schue's eyes as he guides his cock inside her, her lips parting and letting a sigh escape as she's slowly filled. It's amazing how it somehow feels new and familiar everytime, but Santana still just doesn't think she'll ever get used to this feeling.

It does feel different this time, though. She's not sure if it's just because it's been so long, or what, but it's good; it's really good. Whatever it is, she likes it, and she wants more. So Santana pulls Mr. Schue closer, because she can never have him closer enough. He's inside her and wrapped around her, and it's still just… not enough.

"Harder," she pants, curling her entire arm around his head to keep his face in the crook of her neck. "Fuck. Mr. Schue, fuck me harder."

The lockers behind her creak and rattle as Will pounds her body into them with his hips, and even though Santana can feel something digging into her back, it feels nothing short of euphoric. There's big hands squeezing her ass and Santana lifts and hooks her leg around Mr. Schue's waist to give him more room to work.

They move together in perfect sync, like they haven't missed a beat, and Santana had almost forgotten how great sex can be when it's with someone who knows her body so well. Brittany knows her, yes, but it's different with Mr. Schue. Brittany knows her body through practice, while he just seems to know it through intuition, through desire; he always somehow knows exactly what Santana wants and how.

"Up," he grunts, effortlessly hoisting Santana up by her thighs so both her legs are wrapped around him now. Mr. Schue pulls away from her neck to press his forehead against hers. "God, I've missed this," he admits and it surprises them both. "Being inside you, fuck, your pussy feels so good."

His thrusts get faster and deeper, his hips pumping up and into Santana as she rocks her own, fucking herself up and down on Mr. Schue's cock. The denim of his jeans itch against her naked skin, but the friction creates a heat that travels to her core, and Santana knows she's not going to last much longer.

"I'm close," she breathes against Will's lips, nudging his nose with hers as she sinks onto his cock.

Mr. Schue kisses her once, and says, "Me, too," into her mouth, and it's not long at all until they both tumble over the edge and fall apart together.

Santana's pussy squeezes and fluttered around Mr. Schue's cock, pulling him in as he explodes and fucks his thick load deep into her cunt. Every nerve ending in her body feels like it's tingling, from her head to her toes, and Santana can't be sure if it's from her orgasm or the satisfying feeling of being filled with Mr. Schue's cum.

Will's cock is still throbbing inside her when she starts coming down; pumping the last of his warm cum into her hole until finally his shoulders slump, and he's empty.

"Fuck," he mutters, letting go of Santana's legs, but still staying inside her. Mr. Schue leans back to get a good look at Santana's face, brushing some strains off her sweaty forehead. "I have no idea why I was fighting this."

Santana doesn't know either, but she doesn't care. "It doesn't matter now, as long as you stop."

/

He does stop, for the most part. It's still not like it was last year, when they'd find a way to fuck almost every day, but that makes sense. Things are different now.

Brittany asks if they can break up a couple weeks later. Apparently she's madly in love with Rory and wants to ask him to be her boyfriend on Valentine's Day, which she can't do if she still has a girlfriend.

"He makes me feel warm in my tummy, and not just when he comes in me," Brittany says, and who is Santana to stand in the way of true love?

Mr. Schue is still with Miss Pillsbury, but that's okay. Santana didn't expect anything different, and she can't begrudge him that. Emma is someone he can actually have a future with, while she'll be gone by the end of the school year. As long as she's still getting his dick on the side, Santana doesn't really care who Will goes to bed with at night.

She doesn't know what's going to happen after she graduates, though.

"I think I might to go New York," she shares with him one day while she's rearranging her Cheerios uniform after a quickie in his office during lunch. He had asked her there under the guise of discussing her college plans - apparently she's one of the students he's most worried about – but things got more than a little sidetracked, as they tend to do.

"That's pretty far," is all Mr. Schue says, trying to sound nonchalant.

Santana shrugs. "Or maybe Louisville," she adds. "I think I could get a scholarship there."

"That's closer," Will comments, sounding pleased, and he pulls Santana down onto the lap she just finished riding.

"Don't worry," she grins, shifting against the hard cock poking her inner thigh. "Wherever I go, I promise to come back to visit a lot."

If anyone's worth an out of state booty call, it's Mr. Schue.