𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 | s. lopez + b. pierce

Duets

a/n - i'm giving you filthy creatures what you want. don't attack me if it sucks 🙄✋🏻

Sam Evans had joined Glee Club, and Santana wasn't having it. She saw the way he looked at Jayden the minute he walked into the choir room, and her psychic Mexican 3rd eye was telling her that he was up to something.

She'd never admit it out loud, but she was scared of losing her girl to a blonde, fish-lipped wannabe Justin Bieber.

And that's how they ended up here: Santana on top of Jayden, one hand planted firmly on her hip, the other roaming up and down her side. The younger girl tangled a hand in the Latina's raven locks, arching her back a little as Santana's fingers teased her through the fabric of her Cheerios skirt.

Her lips trailed down to Jayden's neck, gently nipping and sucking to leave small love bites.

"I love your sweet lady kisses," Jayden mumbled.

"Mhm," Santana hummed. "It's a nice break from all the scissoring."

"My hip's still a little sore from the other night."

"That means I did my job right," the older girl smirked, hooking her fingers into the waistband of Jayden's skirt and looking into her eyes for consent. "Is it okay if I take this off?"

"Yes," Jayden nodded.

Santana slid the skirt down Jayden's legs, tossing it carelessly onto the floor to be found later. She leaned down to kiss her lips as she teasingly ran a finger through the smaller girl's wet folds, smirking when she whined and bucked her hips.

"Tell me what you want, princesa," Santana rasped, rubbing gentle circles on Jayden's clit with the pad of her thumb.

"You," Jayden moaned softly.

"But how?" the Latina asked, tenderly kissing her neck as she rubbed her clit faster. "Tongue or fingers?"

"F-Fingers," Jayden whimpered, gasping as Santana slid two of her skilled fingers inside of her.

"You're so wet," Santana smirked against her skin between open mouthed kisses to Jayden's neck. "I love the effect I have on you."

"Sanny–"

"That's not my name, and you know it."

"Daddy," Jayden corrected herself, bucking her hips into Santana's hand.

"Good girl," she praised, curing her fingers to hit that sweet spot deep inside of her.

The Jewish girl cried out in pleasure, her back arching off the bed. Santana took her face out of the crook of her neck, biting her tongue to hold back a moan at the sight of Jayden underneath her. Her head was thrown back, her lips parted and eyes closed. The sound of her soft, beautiful moans was music to her ears.

"Look at me," Santana said, moving her fingers faster inside of Jayden, who struggled to keep her eyes open.

She knew how Santana felt about eye contact and how much it drove her crazy. And while eye contact was normally something that made Jayden uncomfortable, there was something about the older girl's kind, mocha orbs that was different.

"D-Daddy," Jayden whined, tears in her eyes from the pleasure she was receiving. She desperately grinded her hips into Santana's hand as she chased her orgasim.

Santana curled her fingers repeatedly, hitting her g-spot perfectly each time. She leaned down to her ear and whispered one command, "Cum."

Jayden's back arched. She let out a string of curses she didn't even know she was capable of saying, moaning Santana's name as she came.