Pedal To The Metal
Pairing: Santana x Fem Reader
Summary: Knowing one another since high school, Santana and the reader has always had an interesting relationship, friends but yet picking on one another. While out in town, hanging out with friends, they challenge each other to a race, which ends up leading to another challenge...
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY) (Also a mention of authorities)
Requested by: No One (But I hope you all enjoy!)
Word Count: 2209
Tag List: @demonqueen29 @jessiebean00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose
I DO OWN THIS GIF:
"Yo, Y/N!"
Surprised I could hear over all the music. It had been a while since I've been back home in NYC, reliving some of the old days with friends. Back when we were younger, we'd go down under the bridges with all of our cars and race.
It was packed and I couldn't even get out of my car before people were yelling my name. I had a smile on my face, leaning on the hood of my BMW while my friends came around.
"Wooo! Got a new car!" She smiled, touching the side, "You racing tonight?"
"No one is beating me with these cars they brought," I snickered, arms crossed while I leaned back a little.
No one here was a challenge at all, till a blacked-out Audi pulled up right across from me. We were all curious as to who it was, getting excited because that was the one car that could put up a challenge, surprised when I saw Santana stepping out,
Ortiz ended up joining him, all of their friends talking to them first, but Santana's attention fell on me when my friend smiled:
"I think you found your challenge."
"Santana has always lost to me," I laughed, making sure he could hear me.
I've known Santana since high school and we were playful bullies. Not sure if we wanted to be friends or wanted to hate each other. It was more of a fight of the egos too. Till this day that hasn't changed.
"Y/N," Santana smirked, stepping up to me with Ortiz and their boys, "Guessing you want a race?"
"I was thinking about it. Got yourself a nice one, but it still won't beat mine," I said purposely, trying not to smile.
"Still cocky as hell," Ortiz scoffed, Santana agreeing but saying:
I won't even lie, back in the days you smoked me a few times. But this is now. You think your car can beat mine then why aren't you stepping up?"
Everyone was instigating and gasping at his comment, circling us in. The music from someone's car was still going, able to feel the deep bass from it and it hyped me up. Santana had this smirk on his face, only a few inches away from me when he offered:
"You want the smoke or not?"
I stood up straight, keys in hand while I laughed, "You're the one who's about to get smoked. Check to see if the bridge is clear."
They all popped, rushing up to go check the bridge. Santana went to his car and I went to mine and once we got the signal, we rushed up there. Side by side in our cars on the bridge, a smirk on my face while I reeved my engine, the gaze between us heated while he did the same, eyes fixed on the road as soon as the flaggers arm went up.
Down it went and we both blasted off, neck and neck the whole time. The bridge was about a mile long and I had to shift gears to go faster, taking the lead while we got towards the end, until I noticed Santana suddenly getting head, blue heat from his exhaust right, reaching downhill before me.
He was using turbo! Since he wanted to play like that, I did the same, thinking that would give me more speed but it was too late. Santana beat me just by a bit.
There was a parking lot we'd always park at like an after-party. They were all cheering and surrounding Santana when I drifted in and parked.
"What happened to smoking me, Y/N?" Santana laughed, trying to act hard.
"You know what you did," I scoffed, getting out.
"There are no rules in street racing. You should know that mami," He smirked, blowing me a kiss just to add to the burn.
I rolled my eyes, going to sit back down in my car, Santana scoffing:
"You're gonna be like that?"
My answer was my door slamming shut, music blasting while I went in reverse, car roaring. I stopped by the gas station to grab a drink, then headed back to the waterfront near my house. I truly wasn't upset, but it did kill my vibe. So, I just sat there, watching the water and listening to the radio.
"I really made you salty," Santana laughed, leaning down to my window, "You never liked losing in front of everyone."
That gave me a thought, stepping out to stand up to Santana. He knew I had something on my mind when I started smiling, playing it cool when I offered:
"Now that we're away from everyone, how about I get a rematch? Because let's face it. If it wasn't for that little move you pulled, if you raced my car straight up, you'd lose."
He laughed at me initially, looking away for a moment, clicking his tongue, "Why the hell not?"
"Far bridge," I informed, leaving to go up to it.
We got really lucky, finding two empty bridges in the same night like this. No flagger was needed, no hype from the crowd. Just racing, our eyes connecting, a smile being our green light.
This bridge was a straight shot and we were side by side again, but just like I predicted, all I needed to do was change gears, passing him up and winning just as the bridge ended.
"What I tell you, boy?!" I yelled at the window while I slowed down, smiling and laughing, able to stop on an old road.
Santana met there, rolling the window down, "You got lucky!"
"Who's salty now?" I laughed, till we heard sirens.
When our eyes met, both of our pupils expanded. Our luck ran out. We needed to get out of there.
"You remember the hideout, right? Meet me there," I said quickly, taking off.
Good thing he didn't follow, driving as quickly as I could without attracting too much attention. Our cars weren't seen and the sound of the sirens disappeared, which was a relief. I made it to the abandoned tunnel that we would use as a meet up too, a little concerned when Santana wasn't there yet.
Right as I pulled out my phone, he pulled up. That sigh of relief was the best, unlocking the door when he came around to the passenger side, hopping in my car.
"We were gambling right there," He huffed, looking at me, "I took the long way."
"Good. We needed to split up," I breathed, turning to smile, "But man, I haven't had fun like that in a while. Why do I always end up racing you?"
"I'm the best challenge you're going to get," He smirked, but I laughed back:
"Not much of a challenge when I always win."
"You forget that I won on the high bridge?" He recalled, "And right now, you just got lucky."
"Only luck was us not getting caught," I made us laugh, still taking another dig when I whispered, "Still a loser, though."
"Better watch that slick mouth of yours," He shot playfully, trying not to smile when I leaned over, messing with his hat:
"We've known each other for how long? Figured you'd be used to it, but then again, you were always easy to trigger."
"You know how to trigger something alright," He mumbled, making me curious.
I leaned over more, smiling and ready to make him tell me, asking first, "Trigger what?"
He didn't answer me at first, just this smirk on his face while he looked at me in the corner of his eye. When I took a handful of his shirt, I could feel his heart racing a little, instantly knowing what, but I wanted to hear it from him, trying to trigger him more when a let a sexy tone set in my whisper:
"Trigger what, Santana?"
His hand could take me by the face, putting his hat on the dash while he pulled me into a kiss. A deep breath filled my mind with his scent, like a delicious poison taking over me, two handfuls of his shirt, so soft in my hands with a tight squeeze, straddling him.
"If you're gonna keep kissing me like that," I whispered, biting his lower lip, "You better be ready for another challenge."
Damn the smile on his face made me too hot, kissing me harder, hands sliding up my shorts to expose my ass, squeezing then giving me a nice spank. I had to suck in a deep breath, fire growing when he took my lip this time, growling:
"I will fuck you up."
Something in me just snapped, sitting upright and throwing off my shirt, hands going for his while my tongue went into his mouth, grinding down against his hard cock, dishing back:
"Fuck me up then. I want to see you do it. The back seat is big enough."
"Get your ass back there, then," He commanded, spanking me one more time.
I listened, stripping out of my shorts and panties, Santana crawling back with me, sitting in the middle and giving me something to watch when his jeans were gone, cock standing tall to his stomach. It made me want to lose more control, not needing an invitation.
He was just as impatient, throwing me right on top of him, taking me by the hips. I was ready to sit right on top of his cock, but he was more impatient than me, picking up my hips then slamming mine down to take every inch.
Already, I moaned so loudly, holding onto his shoulders and knowing I was going to need the support. There was this no-good smile on his face that was so sexy, looking past the curls of his hair to see the devilish look in his eyes.
"You wanted to see me do it, didn't you?" He smirked, thrusting up again and feeling a pinch in my core, keeping my hips down while he was drilling up, "You know I don't play around, Y/N."
"Don't act like you won just yet," I warned, wanting to fire him up more, "You said you were going to fuck me up? Since you talk so big, I better be a mess by the time you're done."
"You're already wet as hell," He chuckled, hand around my throat and bringing me into a steamy kiss, "Guess we're going to ruin your backseat."
I tried showing I still had some strength in me, riding and grinding, but it didn't take long for him to get the better of me. There was just so much power in his thrusts, the tip of his cock pummeling my sweet spot hard, walls clenching on every hit.
Spanks across my ass added to it, growing so hot in the car. A bead of sweat trailed down the side of my head, going for another kiss to try and distract myself, but he sat up, throwing off his shirt and I knew it was game over.
Slouching back a bit, his arm wrapped around my neck, kissing me hard, other hand at the arch of my back, help to guide my grinding, but I stopped, back arching harder while his thrusts grew faster.
"Santana!" I about screamed, trying to kiss but my jaw kept dropping.
With a handful of hair, he kept my head in place, panting at me, "Giving up? That mess is coming soon."
"You j-jus-" I attempted, hand scratching at his chest a little, the pleasure feeling so good, but it felt like I was on fire, in blasting landmines, exploding with his thrusts that kept coming, car shaking when he went even harder.
"Can't even answer me," He laughed, biting his lip hard and grunting when my walls grew to a death grip, having me cry out.
"Santana! Got damn it!"
I was actually near tears, it was even hotter which added to my nerves, body trembling, hips trying to roll just to clamp and jerk, shaking down to my feet, arms wrapping around his head while I was moaning and screaming.
"Come on, mami," He cooed, kissing me and taking my lower lip, words trying to motivate me, "I can feel you about to cum. Cum for me."
With a hard spank, two handfuls of my ass had me rock down onto his cock and slam into his hips, I instantly came, barely able to breathe, cock fucking me the whole time, the friction making me ache, whining:
"F-fuck Santana!"
"Turned you into a big ass mess," He chuckled, looking down to see, able to feel how he was coated in slick, thighs and all.
I couldn't breathe right for a moment, head resting on his chest and trying to catch it, his hand rubbing my back helping, able to pant, "About made the car go in reverse, Santana. Damn."
"You made the challenge," He argued, smiling hard when I rebutted:
"You started this by kissing me first."
"And you liked it," He noted, making me smile hard too, picking myself up to hug him, kissing:
"That's no lie. Makes me want to challenge you more often."
"Go for it," He encouraged, but also warned, "But it's not like racing. I'll always win."
