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because I’ve been listening to it on repeat and couldn’t NOT write a Smooth Criminal fic, and I’m testing my hetero writing skills idk.

It was a touch, just one across her shoulder, the one that had Santana whipping her head around to chase his figure across the room with the imprint of his fingers burning into her skin.

It was deliberate and measured, some sort of taunting build from the clench of his jaw to his balled fists, the high flush on his cheeks as the last words fell from their lips and it wasn’t just the singing that had caught the breathe from her lungs.

Sebastian was unrelenting and unremitting, pushing her ceaseless like an itch under her skin that she wanted to scratch and claw at, singing faster and faster until she was panting and scrambling words to catch up, screaming out until her throat was raw and even he couldn’t hide the flicker of shock in his eyes.

He wanted to win.

Well so did she.

More than she wanted to sooth the furious desire caged suddenly under the flush of her skin, unable to break the vicious hold of his gaze like the most delicious form of foreplay. Her head was filled with a muffled buzzing, like cotton wool that made her dizzy and stupid, barely noticing the cello players back quietly from the room.

When he kissed her it wasn’t a kiss, not at first. It was a crash of mouths, biting his way through his lips with unrestrained ferocity and forcing his tongue alongside hers in a way that made her trembled, feeling him smile against her lips when he realised.

Sebastian’s mouth bent her head back hard, moving against her shocked-still lips and hands dropping to slide around her waist and wrap them together and she felt him smiling again, pulling away and something inside her flared.

You’re not going to win like that, you stupid bastard.

Santana hooked her hands up, digging her nails into his head and she wrenched it back and caught his tongue between her teeth, sucking and licking his mouth until she felt Sebastian’s hands tighten at her skin, rubbing up her back and clutching uselessly at the fabric of her shirt.

His tongue lapped across her teeth and Santana groaned, fisting his tie and forcing Sebastian backwards until he stumbled, crashing against a chair and sitting down hard, tugging her thighs on top of him until she was sitting heavy in his lap and rocking against him, shoving his shoulder back until his shirt stretched tight over his chest and he choked out a broken gasp against her lips.

“Oh no you don’t,” Sebastian hissed, catching her around the waist and clutching their bodies closer, tilting and falling until she was hanging onto him with the sickness of vertigo and they toppled in a tangle of limbs to the floor.

She was flat on her back, his wicked smirk hanging over her head.

“You don’t get to win that easily.”

One hand hooked under her knee, pressing her leg up and spreading her open as he trailed his fingers down with that tickling touch that made her buck and whine and thrust her hips up to meet his. Her nails scraped against his scalp, one leg hooking around his waist and clamping their bodies together with a steely force.

His fingers played over her damp underwear, stroking over the lace until she yanked his face back down to hers and he was breathless against her mouth.

He pushed aside her underwear, pressing two fingers deep inside her with feverish intensity and her head fell back against the floor with a smack, as he bit under her ear and licked against the bruised skin. Her fingers fumbled with his neck, rubbing over the sweaty skin under his collar at the nape of his neck, curling into the hair and squeezing her eyes shut as his hand moved inside her, fast and insistent.

His thumb brushed against her clit, two rushed, stroking circles and she cried out clenching around him and arching off the cold ground hard enough to lift them both as he touched her, lips dragging up to mouth messily against hers until her hips were jerking with every movement, too sensitive and too much and her throat was broken with hoarse whimpers.

Sebastian was laughing against her, nose brushing down her flushed cheek until his lips met her ear with a wet kiss as he dragged his fingers out with a firm stoke that made her quiver against him. They trailed up to touch her lips, warm and wet until she could taste herself on him.

“I win.”

Santana growled, one hand struggling up to catch his wrist and pushed a thigh between his own where she could feel him hard and aching, rutting against her with a wild desperation marring his triumphant face and pulled him back down for a filthy kiss, forcing her taste between his lips until he gasped.

“Yeah. This time.”