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Santana tries to put it off, she truly does. She thinks that maybe, just maybe, if she ignores the alarm clock she won't have to face Monday morning.
"Come on, it's time."
Finn's voice does nothing to open her eyes. She insists on keeping them closed and clings to his chest. For the first time since she's arrived in Lousiville, she feels like she's exactly where she needs to be.
If only it were that simple.
Her stubbornness gets the better of Finn until he manages to slip out from under her hold and slide down. By the time his tongue is darting into her cunt and his thumb is rubbing at her clit, she can't pretend she's asleep anymore. What a wakeup call it is.
Her eyes are wide open when, after giving her what must be her hundredth orgasm since Friday, Finn sits up and looks at her with that annoying, smug little half-grin of his. He begins dressing and reality comes crashing back down on Santana.
"So you're still going to New York?" she asks him, trying not to sound bitter - and failing miserably.
Finn lets out a heavy sigh. It was just as hard for him to open his eyes this morning but he figured there are worse things than a naked Santana Lopez to wake up to. The thought that tomorrow morning will be different stings but he knows he can't run anymore.
"I have to," he admits, the words a soft whisper. A plea for her to understand. "Well, I guess I don't have to. It's just... It's closure, you know?"
Santana nods agonizingly slowly. She truly does know. "Yeah, I get that."
She stays in bed and watches him dress, watches as he puts on all those layers they've spent a weekend getting rid of. It's a reminder that Santana herself will have to slip back into this role that doesn't feel like herself anymore.
"You know," Finn starts, tentatively, as he puts his shirt on. "I know it must be complicated and I really don't want to assume I know the first thing about it."
When he doesn't continue, Santana raises a suspicious eyebrow. "About what, exactly?"
"You and Brittany," Finn says. He can see the way she tenses so he quickly continues. "Look, I won't make you talk about it. All I know is that you were so stressful when I came here on Friday. I don't know, I guess it was nice to see you loosen up. And I get that you need to go to Lima like I need to get to New York, but I also think you need to start being honest with yourself."
Finn's unsure whether he crossed a line but he's been stretching Santana's limits in quite a literal sense so it feels only right he should try and get her to open up emotionally. She bites her lip and looks away but mutters a quick "Yeah", letting him know she got the message.
He's content with that and turns his attention to getting his stuff together. "I should really get back at you for that phone call," he hears Santana from behind him. When Finn turns back, the same mischievous smile sits on her face that he's come to associate with immense pleasure. "See how you'd like talking to Rachel with my mouth around your dick."
"Are you offering?" he chuckles. "But seriously, I hope that was okay."
It's Santana's turn to laugh at him. "Well, it was... something. I guess we'll see whether I can look at Britt again without remembering it."
Then, as almost an afterthought, she adds: "But it was really hot."
Finn grins because yeah, it was. And they might have to face their respective complicated relationships soon but they still have just enough time left.
Santana saunters up to Finn where he stands, towering over the backpack. “So how about we don’t look at this as goodbye?” Santana asks and puts her arms around Finn’s neck, caressing his hair.
Finn smirks and kisses her, the taste still as intoxicating as it was on Friday. “What is it, then?”
A sigh escapes Santana’s lips when Finn’s mouth makes its way down her jawline and to her neck. “Departure. For now.”
Finn hums into her neck and the small vibration it causes sends a shiver down Santana’s spine. Goddammit, she’s definitely not ready for goodbye just yet. She whines when Finn abruptly stops to straighten and look her in the eyes again.
“Does that mean we shouldn’t go through with the goodbye gift I had in mind?”
He knows full well Santana will take the bait and it’s making him grin even more. Finn never thought he’d ever be so attached to a college dorm room.
Santana returns his playful smile. “Now, now, I didn’t say that. What do you have in mind?”
Finn puts some distance between them just so he can get a good look at her. Santana is standing in front of him, completely naked, with her beautiful tits and tan skin, looking drop-dead gorgeous like she always does. That being said, he does have one thing in mind that would make her - and their goodbye - even hotter.
“You have practice this morning, right?” he asks her.
Santana sighs and nods. “Yep, go Cards. Though it’s not like I didn’t get my workout in during the weekend.”
“Wanna warm up before practice?” Finn asks, already feeling his pants tighten in anticipation.
“You know I do,” Santana palms his chest. “But I need to get to practice in like half an hour so better be quick.”
“I can do that. And just so you won’t be late, you might as well put on your uniform now.”
Santana eyes him for a moment before she chuckles. “I see how it is. You ain’t slick, Hudson, but fine. Let that be my not-so-goodbye gift to you.”
Finn is quick to unzip his pants and he’s barely able to contain his excitement while Santana collects her uniform and changes in the bathroom. He tries telling her that there’s literally nothing he hasn’t seen yet, but the way his heart stops beating for a moment when Santana finally returns makes it worth it.
It’s not like this is the first time Finn has seen Santana in her Cardinals uniform. Just three days ago, she greeted him while still wearing it. That was before they spent an entire weekend fucking each other’s brains out. That was before Finn realized that a high school fantasy of his had a chance of becoming reality.
With his almost completely hard dick in hand, Finn can only gasp when Santana flips her hair and puts her hand on her hip. It might not be a Cheerios uniform but it’s just as sexy and hides just as little. If anything, the way her top gives view of her toned stomach makes it even better than the high school uniform Finn has spent many, many nights fantasizing about.
“If I’d known you like it so much I would have put it on sooner.”
Santana doesn’t waste any time and is quick to lend Finn a hand, stroking his cock and eying it hungrily.
“No, this is perfect,” he groans, letting Santana take the lead for a while.
It takes little to no time for Santana’s skilled hands to get him fully hard and so Finn gets to business. He grabs Santana by the hips and guides them to the desk, turning her around. Santana is equally quick to shove everything out of the way, rightly anticipating that Finn would push her down until she was pressed into the cold, hard surface.
Finn keeps a hand on the back of her neck and flips her skirt up with the other, palming her asscheeks. “Fuck, I’ve waited so long to have you like this, in one of these tight little cheerleading uniforms.”
Santana yelps when a smack lands on her ass. “All you had to do was ask,” she says, turning back to face him as much as she can.
Finn leans down to kiss her and Santana moans into his mouth when she feels his erection press into her. He pulls back to slide his thumb over her folds, feeling how wet she is even through the spanks she’s wearing.
“You’re already soaking,” Finn teases. “You’ve been wearing them for what, two minutes? Someone’s desperate.”
He gets a deeper moan in response when he pulls the material aside and pushes two fingers in, his thumb circling her clit for the second time this morning. It's something he could spend a lifetime doing.
“Just shut up and fuck me, you’re the one who’s been waiting for years.”
As much as Finn loves her attitude he also knows a perfect opportunity when he sees one. Santana has been coming undone under him for days; he’s not about to finish their weekend by giving up the control he’s had over her.
Finn removes his fingers from her pussy only to line his cock up at her entrance. His other hand snakes to Santana’s throat and he grabs her, forcing her to arch her back as he lifts her. It earns him a surprised shriek that swiftly turns into a moan when he pushes just the tip into her soaking cunt.
“All you have to do is ask, Santana,” he groans. “Ask nicely.”
Santana hisses and her annoyance makes Finn want to bury himself balls deep into her. Her heat is impossible to resist and now that he knows exactly how good she feels tightening around him, he’s not sure how long he can draw this out. Lucky for him, Santana doesn’t take long to comply.
“Fuck, Finn! Just fuck me, please! I need your dick inside of me, I need you.”
That’s all he needs. Finn pushes all the way in, delighting in the way she clenches around him. Santana’s snatch is perfect, engulfing him in her needy warmth. He starts moving in and out, one hand still across her throat and the other finding one of her nipples as she arches into him. Fuck, he loves her tits.
“Is this what you want, Santana? One last pounding of your pussy?”
“Fuck yes, oh my god,” Santana cries out. She’s grasping at the edge of the desk and trembles under him, the sensation of his hands across her throat and on her nipple enough to overwhelm her - not to mention his thick cock slamming into her. “Give me something to remember you by.”
Finn speeds up, his balls slapping against her with every move. Santana, for her part, is already sensing her orgasm coming, his dick filling her up and fucking her into the desk being everything she ever wanted.
“Finn, I’m coming!”
Just as Santana moans, Finn lets go of her throat and nipple and guides her back down on the desk. He stills inside of her, looking down at the way his cock disappears in Santana’s pussy with the spanks on the side.
A sob escapes Santana and she tries to turn back and face him. “Finn, what the hell?!”
Finn pulls the spanks aside as much as he can and spreads her cheeks, mesmerized by the way their bodies connect. He’s never quite understood what people mean by capturing the moment as if it was a photograph before this. Now, though, he thinks he knows, and he’s determined to never forget what being inside Santana Lopez feels like, as she’s bent over her desk in her Cards uniform, begging for him to fuck her. He’s so happy he had the presence of mind to take pictures yesterday.
“Don’t worry,” he says when he picks up the tempo again, hips crashing into Santana’s ass with every move. “I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make you come and I’m going to flood your pussy one last time. You’ve been such a good cockslut for me.”
Santana whines when he says his last words, her knuckles whitening as she holds on to the desk.
“Last for now, anyway,” Finn corrects himself and he leans down to kiss Santana’s neck. “It’s my not-so-goodbye gift to you. After I’m done, you’re going to go to your practice with my cum still inside of you. Would you like that, going out there with my load filling you up and dripping down your legs, pooling in your spanks?”
When Santana doesn’t reply right away, Finn grabs a handful of her hair and yanks her head up. She can feel his heavy breathing on her ear and knows he’s close. So is she, and so she says the only coherent sentence she can form. “Yes, yes please!”
Finn fingers rub furiously at her clit just in time to make Santana come. “Go Cards.”
He fucks her through her climax, holding onto her delicious little skirt and letting her ride it out before he spills into her. Santana’s filled to the brim with hot spurts of cum and she moans Finn’s name over and over again.
He commits it all to memory: the way her pussy contracts around him and milks him for all he’s worth. The way it looks when he pulls out and his cum follows, only for him to snap her spanks back. The way Santana stays laid across the desk until she collects herself, her uniform in place as if she didn’t just have Finn’s entire length fucking her into it.
Santana has to admit that as much as she’s already missing the feeling of Finn’s hard cock inside of her, the thrill of walking across campus with his cum snuggly tucked inside of her almost makes up for it. Even after as it starts leaking from her spanks, even as she gets back to her dorm, even as she begins packing for Lima, Santana can only think about Finn Hudson and the way it felt to be complete with him taking care of her.
Later that day, she gets a text from Finn with a picture attached and she thanks fuck she doesn’t open it in public. Finn never ended up showing her the pictures he took of his cum leaking out of her but here they are now, making Santana desperate for the same feeling of him erupting inside of her all over again.
The text just reads:
Until next time