𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 | s. lopez + b. pierce

The First Time

Jayden had thought she was sneaky. She didn't know that Santana had spotted her sitting in the back of the auditorium during that afternoon's West Side Story rehearsal, and she did not expect to get yanked into the janitor's closet during her great escape to get to the parking lot.

Santana locked the door before pinning her against it, making sure to be careful of her baby bump. She crashed their lips together, her tongue easily slipping inside without any fight for dominance – which she knew she always had when it came to the petite brunette.

Brittany loved to tease her for it. With Brittany, there was almost always a fight for dominance, which the tall blonde won the majority of the time.

When they first started hooking up with Jayden, Brittany joked that Santana would finally have something warm beneath her so that she could digest her food. They both knew that the tiny dancer loved when they'd take control, and they always made sure to reward her after the very, very rare occasion when they would allow her to attempt to dominate.

"You guys need to stop dragging me around all the time," Jayden breathed out when Santana attached her lips to her neck. "I'm small, and there's an even smaller human inside of me that I need to protect."

"You're not small, you're fun sized," Santana husked in her ear, her breath sending a shiver down Jayden's spine. "That's why Britt and I yank you around all the time. Cause we wants to have fun with you."

"Why are you always horny?" Jayden asked in a teasing voice, smirking a little when Santana glared down at her. Her smug look fell, however, when the older girl kicked her legs apart and pressed her knee in between. She let out a small whimper, her hips bucking to find some kind of friction.

"Cause you're so easy to seduce," Santana smirked.

"Fuck you," Jayden scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Santana chuckled softly. She tucked Jayden's hair out of her face, gently cupping her cheek as she pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "I'm proud of you, Little Gup."

"For what?"

"For staying strong. For not falling into a deep depression hole like last year." Santana gently rubbed Jayden's cheek with the pad of her thumb, smiling softly when she leaned into her hand. "I know these last couple months have been rough."

"I'm still depressed, I'm just good at hiding it," Jayden shrugged.

"But you're not coping in any unhealthy ways," Santana whispered as she kissed her forehead. "That's progress."

"I...I don't want to hurt our son," Jayden mumbled, lowering her gaze to the floor.

Santana smiled softly and pecked her lips before resting their foreheads together. "I know you don't know what you're doing yet, and that's okay...but I just want you to know that if you do decide to keep him...Britt and I aren't going anywhere. We'll be right here to help you out with whatever you and him need."

"Pinky promise?" Jayden whispered, holding her pinky up.

"Pinky promise, babygirl." Santana linked their pinkies together and kissed her forehead. She pressed her knee to Jayden's clothed center, making the younger girl whimper.

"San–"

"That's not my name, and you know it," Santana husked as she reattached her lips to Jayden's neck, gently nipping every once in a while to hear those cute little whines the Jewish girl would let out.

"D-Daddy," Jayden corrected, her voice coming out in a whine and hips jerking against Santana's knee.

"Tell me what you want, princesa," Santana whispered in Jayden's ear, sending another shiver down the junior's spine.