magicmike-chang

[magicmike-chang]

where → prefects’ bathroom. when → Friday night after 012. warnings → we solemnly swear we’re up to no good.

santana:

With the shower cubicle protecting them, she didn’t feel like she had a care in the world, not whilst he held her close to him and kissed her sweetly. They had quickly built their bubble back up around them, more impenetrable than before. It had almost been too easy to simply shut out the world around them, to throw caution to the wind and lose themselves in one another once more. And she knew the reason for that was love.

Te quiero. I love you. The most curious of all the concepts that she had faced. It felt terrifying, exhilarating, nauseating, exciting. It was a complete mix of both positive and negative emotions. It both made her feel like she could do absolutely anything. But was she ready to cross that line of no return? No, not yet. Maybe not ever. She couldn’t tell him, not like this, not during sex, not after sex when her thighs were still slick with their arousal. It couldn’t be like this. She couldn’t even tell him while she had a boyfriend, that didn’t seem fair to dump this level of emotions on his shoulders. Fuck. Love was hard.

“I would love to spend Christmas with the muggles,” she agreed quickly. She didn’t need to time to deliberate, she simply just knew that was something that she wanted to do. She ran her fingers through his wet hair and sighed softly into his touch, chuckling as she thought about Puck attempting to ice skate and ending up on his arse. It was very typical for him. She felt a little sad that she seemed to have missed out on so much fun between the group over the breaks. While a lot of their friends, Mike included, spent time together over the holidays, Santana tended to just spend the time with her family and usually Sebastian’s. That would be changing sooner, rather than later.

“Do you think your parents will like me?” she asked, her voice uncharactistically quiet. Parents loved her, of course. She’d been brought up to mind her ‘p’s and ‘q’s, taught how to behave in polite society, to be charming and lovely to all adults around her. But this was different. This felt different. This wasn’t just some pureblooded family that she’d known her entire life, this was Mike’s parents. She hoped that they would like her but maybe, like her own parents, they had a different plan set out in front of their son that her appearance would disrupt. It was unclear.

Her parents liking Mike wasn’t something that she had anticipated, but they did like him. Her father, in particular, his curiosity was piqued. But it truly made her life easier if they liked her sweet potions partner, it would make it a lot easier to openly defy their requests. Or so she thought.

“Our clothes are wet,” she pointed out, eyes crossing the shower stall to where the pile of fabric was now soaked, just like they were. She could stay here forever like this, just the two of them, safe and secure under the hot beating water. But she knew they couldn’t. For a start, her skin was already becoming a little wrinkled. She wasn’t sure if they’d go back to the party, she didn’t exactly want to head back to the common room, the tell-tale signs of the fact it had been her the shower all too simple for Sebastian to spot. “Do you want to go drink more?” she asked, knowing that he would feel similar.

mike:

Sure, Mike was aware that the real world waited outside and with that also waited the constraints that he and Santana were under to keep things between them under wraps to mostly Sebastian and her parents, but in this shower stall, in their little bubble it was easy to just let all of that fade into white noise in the background as they sat together and kissed. He just tried to stretch the moment as long as he could, not so much for him as much as it was for Santana. He couldn’t imagine how this all felt for her, so he just wanted to give her as much happiness as he could when he could. 

At Santana’s almost instant agreement to spending part of the holiday with him Mike broke into a grin, his mind already working as to what they could do whenever she was able to hang out. He definitely had a few places he wanted to take her to, things he wanted her to see. It occurred to him that she hadn’t really ventured out into non-wizarding world, and there was really a whole other world out there he wanted her to discover. And if he happened to be at her side for all that, all the better.

Mike wasn’t prepared for how small Santana’s voice sounded at that question, nor the question for that matter. His grin softening into a warm smile, he gently tilted her chin up and kissed her softly to try and get her a little more at ease. “They will,” he told her simply. He liked to think that because they loved him and trusted his judgment they would like her, too, and she always knew how to act around adults, so what was there not to like? If anything his parents would be a bit intimidated by her parents, but if they were as nice to them as they were to him he was sure they’d get along.

That was an odd thing to suddenly think about.

Casting his gaze to their wet clothes when Santana brought his attention to them, Mike chuckled softly as he eyed them. “Well, that’s what magic is for, isn’t it?” he teased, kissing her one more time before she asked what he wanted to do. “We can hang out with everyone and drink a little more, sure,” he agreed easily, not exactly feeling like turning in for the night just yet. He was sure the party was still raging and they’d be able to get back there in no time. They just needed to dry off and look like they hadn’t just fucked in the prefect’s bathroom and they’d be just fine. 

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → prefects’ bathroom. when → Friday night after 012. warnings → we solemnly swear we’re up to no good.

santana:

The way they both felt, watching the other lose complete control was something that she would never tire of. She would never tire of seeing the determination in his eyes, the way his muscles tightened and flexed, the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of her or the slickness on her thighs afterwards. It would never stop appealing to her; igniting the fire in her stomach once more.

Outside the safe haven, Sebastian finished drying himself off and changed into comfortable clothes, occasionally glancing over at the still steaming shower stall. His hand hesitated over his wand, tucked safely into his pocket but in the end, he decided against it. As curious as he was to see which two idiots were inside, the last thing he wanted was to see some idiot balls deep in a chick. It was completely classless to bring a girl into a shared bathroom and screw her. At least, he knew that it must be some half-blood or worse. Decent pureblooded people didn’t do things like this. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, assholes, you’ve ruined mine,” he called out loudly, before he exited the bathroom to return to the common room.

Santana couldn’t help but grin as she heard his comment. What a complete prick he was. The guilt still hadn’t risen in her and she doubted that it would. Not whilst she was freshly fucked and had Mike kissing her tenderly. She shifted her position so that she could sit on his lap, not content with simply leaning over and kissing him. She wanted to feel his body close to hers, intimately, even if for a moment. It was an intimacy that she’d never found herself craving before. She was content with sex then a shower and sleeping alone, before. But now, she didn’t want to leave his side, didn’t want to return to the party, or head back to the common room.

She simply wanted to curl up with him, fall asleep with her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beat. That she was unaware beat only for her. “You know, i’ve been thinking. Over the holidays. you could come stay with me, for a weekend or something,” she suggested, in a low murmur. “Away from conjured beds or shower stalls. We could fuck and not have to run away afterwards. Think about it.” She didn’t want to push or pressure him into anything or make any spur of the moment decisions directly after sex.

mike:

Mike honestly barely heard what Sebastian said on the other side of the door, but when he realized what he said he couldn’t help but laugh a little against Santana’s lips, not stopping kissing her for one second. He could go fuck himself, they were having fun. If anything, it made pulling Santana into his lap feel even better, and he did it with ease, his hands resting at her hips as they slowly, lazily made out.

Time seemed to slow down when they were together like this. It helped, of course, that they were in such an enclosed space, to just let the rest of the world melt away like it was nothing. Wrapping his arms around Santana to bring her closer, Mike couldn’t help but think of the three words he couldn’t quite bring himself to say but he knew he felt, with or without their clothes on.

I love you.

It was terrifying to think of, and damn near tortuous whenever Sebastian was all over her, but Mike knew for sure that that’s how he felt. He thought about her when he was falling asleep at night, she was one of his first thoughts in the morning, he just always had his mind on her somehow. Maybe it was because of the tournament and inherently worrying for her safety, but it didn’t change how he felt. As the reality of their situation was pretty painful, being able to escape together like this was invaluable.

Mike kept his eyes closed as he listened to Santana, and a soft grin broke on his face at her suggestion. “Sounds tempting,” he mused before she went on, turning the idea over in his head. “I was actually thinking about inviting you over the holiday. Have you see what Muggles do for Christmas,” Mike offered with a sheepish grin, his hands moving up to rub her sides gently. “We all went ice skating last year. Should’ve seen it, Puck went flying on the ice and nearly broke his ass,” he chuckled at the memory before leaning up for another soft kiss, thankful that magic kept the water nice and warm.

“Maybe we can do both?” he murmured between kisses, not wanting to pull away from her just yet. He didn’t know if they’d be going back to the party after this, but he did know he didn’t want her to get off his lap right this second. 

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → prefects’ bathroom. when → Friday night after 012. warnings → we solemnly swear we’re up to no good.

santana:

She was grinding her hips to meet his thrusts, needy for the barely there contact of his abs against her overly sensitive clit, she needed to cum almost desperately. Her stomach muscles were tensed and every nerve ending in her entire body was tingling, as he fucked his cock so deep into her, that he was hitting the sweet spot inside of her every time. She couldn’t take much more, the heat from both his body and the shower, the sensation of complete fullness with the added thrill of being screwed senseless whilst her prick boyfriend sat a few meters away, it was all consuming.

He commanded her to cum and that was really all it took for her to completely fall apart, finally losing control as she loudly chanted his name along with a string of unintelligible Spanish curse words into his shoulder. They were both turning into a mess of stuttering thrusts and trembling bodies and Santana had no idea how his legs hadn’t given out from the sensation, as she came so hard, her vision completely whited out. God, he was good at that.

“Baby, I need you to cum,” she whispered in his ear, her voice was low and husky, before nipping her way down his neck, swirling her tongue over the mark that she’d left there and fuck, she needed him to cum, needed to feel him let go completely. Her vision was still blurry and her eyes fought to stay open, she needed to see him fall apart. He was so inconceivably sexy when he did.

She didn’t have to wait long, as he was right behind her, barely hanging on for long enough to make sure she got hers. Her body shook against him, as he pumped into her a few final times before he too came, spilling into her, her tight walls milking him. She slumped against into the crook of his neck, her ears ringing as she tried to get her breathing to return to normal. Jesus Christ, he was so good at that.

He slipped out of her and she let out a loud petulant whine at the lack of fullness, her shaky legs coming down to solid ground. Literally, him inside of her was the only thing she ever wanted to feel ever again. Well except maybe his hands or his tongue. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, after all.

The sensations were all a little much, too soon for her, as her knees buckled and she slumped against and then slid down the cubicle wall, landing on her ass with a soft thud. Her body was still twitching, still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her breathing was shallow, as she looked up at him and smiled, water spraying into her eyes as she did so. “That was amazing,” she sighed, content in the after-glow of her orgasm.

mike:

Mike was definitely feeling fatigue in his legs and arms but he refused to stop, refused to let up for one second, hellbent on getting Santana off before getting his. He could tell she was getting close, and all he wanted to do was push her over the edge, to feel her turn into a moaning mess in his arms. When he got exactly what he wanted he nearly lost his rhythm, his jaw tensing as he was then determined to fuck her through her orgasm, committing to the rhythm again.

Santana’s whisper sent a shiver down his spine, quite a feat given the way the shower and their body heat had him feeling almost feverish. “M’right there,” he whispered back, her lips on his skin and the way she felt cumming hard around him all he needed now to let go. With a gasp and a groan Mike snapped his hips into Santana’s, his orgasm hitting him hard as he kept himself buried deep inside her. “Fuck,” he muttered against her neck as he felt himself pulsing inside her, 

Shivering as he came hard, Mike bit the inside of his mouth as he slumped forward a bit, feeling Santana slump into him. They did their best to support one another as they came down, panting into her neck and pressing feather-light kisses on the skin there. He could really only focus on holding her up and remembering to breathe.

Eventually he carefully set her down, shivering again as he slipped out of her. Grateful for the shower now, he watched as Santana sat on the ground, and blindly reaching for his wand he gave it a swish and gave them just a little more room inside so he could sit down himself, a lazy grin crossing his features as he sat across from her. “Yeah,” he agreed easily, running a hand through his now-wet hair as he caught his breath.

He couldn’t stay away from Santana for long, though, and soon enough Mike leaned forward to take her face into his hands again, kissing her sweet and slow. It almost felt like kissing in the rain with the shower on, only the shower was warm and they were sitting on the floor naked with Sebastian just outside. Unaware that Sebastian was done with his soak and draining the tub, Mike just kept on kissing Santana like nobody outside their stall mattered. Because really, that was the truth.

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → prefects’ bathroom. when → Friday night after 012. warnings → we solemnly swear we’re up to no good.

santana:

She was right, she definitely shouldn’t have teased him so much, he was trying to kill her straight back. This was a most delicious revenge though, better than she could have hoped for. And really, nothing that he could do to her in the shower cubicle would be punishment. Not in the slightest. She lapped up the attention that he was lavishing on her body, the hot kisses, the small gentle nips, how his hands gripped around her so tightly it felt like it was going to bruise. She felt tiny in his arms like this, with how easily he manhandled her into the wall.

She shook her head a little at his question, as much as she could concentrate on. He was making the whole thinking thing very difficult for her, as he continued to fuck her into the tiles. She didn’t dare try to speak though, just let out a gentle groan that echoed around their protected bubble. Her fingernails scraped down his back and she was leaving marks where she knew that his shirt would cover, grateful for the fact that he wasn’t as careless as she was. His way his cock felt as he bottomed out inside of her was indescribable, overwhelming, all consuming. He barely had to move and she felt utterly filled.

There was seriously something wrong with her. How turned out she had gotten, the second that she’d heard that tuneless whistle he did, that always drove her insane. The moment she had realised that it was Sebastian, there was a fire ignited in the pit of her stomach. It seemed nothing but his cock thrusting deep inside of her, could quench it. As for him, well he probably just loved watching how turned on she was. It always seemed a little simpler for boys to get unbelievably turned on.

It troubled her of course, just how willing she was to do this, how willing she was to truly obliterate the fine line and not give one single tiny fuck about the consequences. She sucked in a breath and bit down softly on her bottom lip, head moving out from the crook of her neck, to knock back against the wall, as he built up a rhythm, slowly fucking her into oblivion. She would never get used to the way he touched her, or the way that he held her. Or how he could make her cum within literally minutes. She was like putty in his hands. “Fuck,” she breathed, head swirling, “you’re so fucking good at this, you know?”

mike:

Mike wanted to remind Santana that he’d silenced and protected their little shower stall, that she could moan out as much as she wanted, that he wanted her to moan out as much as she wanted, but it was hard to focus on that when he was focusing on how ridiculously good her pussy felt around his cock as he continued to fuck her into the wall. How he’d managed to last this long with the booze in his system he didn’t really know but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining. All he knew was he wasn’t letting up until she came. 

Santana’s nails scratched down his back and it only spurred Mike on further, rewarding her with another little nip as he added a little grind into her once he bottomed out, bringing himself in as deep as he could before pulling away again. The rhythm he’d built was nice and steady now, and he could feel her getting closer as he maintained it. The position rubbed his body against her clit just enough.

Mike barely heard Santana’s words but when they registered he managed a little smirk against her skin. He was definitely trying to be good for her, he was just glad she liked what he was doing so far. He knew he would do anything to make her feel good, make her moan, get her off. The sound and feel of her pleasure was addictive, intoxicating. Why else would he be willingly fucking her with her boyfriend in the same room? Mike was just thankful that the git was quiet when he took his baths. Was he even still out there?

“Let go, baby,” Mike rasped in her ear, barely recognizing his own voice so laden with lust. He adjusted his grip on her ass a bit as he picked up his pace a bit, feeling himself teetering dangerously over the edge. He’d held out for this long, he knew he couldn’t hold out for much longer. “Cum for me,” he nipped under her ear to accentuate his soft demand. He could feel both of their bodies practically begging for release, but he wouldn’t dare allow himself his own without getting Santana to hers first. 

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → prefects’ bathroom. when → Friday night after 012. warnings → we solemnly swear we’re up to no good.

santana:

Well, this was a welcomed surprise.

Part of her thought that Mike would balk, find the situation simply too weird and make them stop their fun. But instead, his eyes were glazed with the same amount of booze and lust as hers. If this wouldn’t stop them, she doubted a bomb being dropped would either. It was unbelievably and undeniably sexy to watch the switch flick in Mike’s face. Normally, he was sweet, kind, gentle and whilst he was still those things, there was something in his expression that made her pussy throb.

His challenging words made desire pool in her stomach as she brought her eyes up to meet his. “I do think it’s funny,” she shot back, breath hitching in her throat as he lifted her and pushed her into the wall. There was something so taboo, so wrong yet so right about what they were doing right underneath the sneering nose of her boyfriend. The warm water spraying across their bodies, coupled with the intensity of Mike’s stare and the situation unfolding around them, made Santana’s heart beat in her ears.

The feeling of him pressing his cock against her, made her gasp and her head spun a little from the heat. His comment in turn, made her smirk. “Yes, it is,” she whispered in agreement, resting her head on his shoulder as he pushed himself inside of her, agonisingly slowly. The feeling of complete fullness nearly made her brain short circuit entirely. Maybe she shouldn’t have teased him so much at the party about her lack of underwear, it definitely seemed that he had the upper hand here. But as always, she would challenge him.

He seemed to know her body intimately now, despite there only being one time before this. He knew the buttons he could push to drive her wild, the movements that he could make that made her back arch and her fingers twitch. She bit down a little on his neck, partly to (needlessly) muffle the moan that she was about to let out, partly, to antagonise him some more. She swirled her tongue across the skin and sucked, leaving a small red hickey in her wake. Mine.

Why had he never thought about bringing Santana up here? She was allowed access due to her quidditch captain status. That damned captaincy. That damned girl. His eyes drifted back towards the shower cubicle at the end. There was only so many people who could have access to the indulgent room, unless someone else had over-heard the password and snuck in. Oh well, he tried to push the disgusting thought out of his head, he was still going to continue his bath. He had some free time that evening on account of Professor Zabini busting Santana’s balls. That made him smirk gleefully, as he lowered himself into the warm water.

mike:

Mike couldn’t help a little smirk when Santana so easily sassed him back. He really should’ve seen that coming, but all the same he loved it. He was more than happy with letting her rile him up, it just made what they were about to do that much better. He could feel her shift in demeanor when he picked her up effortlessly, like they both knew exactly what was coming. 

Pushing deliciously slow inside of Santana, Mike nearly pressed his head to the cool shower tile in front of him, holding Santana close as he bottomed out inside her. She was so tight it made his head swim a bit. Giving her a little time to get used to him again, he began to rock his hips into hers, bringing himself nearly all the way out before pushing back in. He was sure he would never get over how that felt, having her all around him, invading all of his senses.

Feeling Santana leave a mark on his skin, Mike responded in kind by rocking his hips a little harder into her, his hands squeezing her perfect ass to give her what she wanted. If she was getting a rise out of getting fucked with her boyfriend sitting in a bathtub by himself just meters away then so was he. This was a thrill he’d never once expected to even remotely enjoy, but here he was, getting off on the satisfaction of knowing he was giving it to Santana better than Sebastian could ever dream to. 

Burying his own face into Santana’s neck, he was still mindful not to leave any marks that she would have to explain to Sebastian later. All the same, he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin, nipping lightly here and there as he fucked her into the wall. The water temperature was perfect as it cascaded down on them, and he kept his grip on her steady. He wouldn’t ever dream of dropping her, especially now. “Still funny?” he teased in her ear, nipping just under there as he continued to give her all of him. 

Still blissfully and completely unaware of what was happening on the other side of the shower curtain, Sebastian closed his eyes and relaxed in the tub, sitting just right so he could maybe catch whoever the hell had the gall to defile the prefect’s bathroom like this. He wasn’t under the impression that he’d been heard, after all, but he also wasn’t going to stick around just for it. He was fairly petty but not that much. 

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → prefects’ bathroom. when → Friday night after 012. warnings → we solemnly swear we’re up to no good.

santana:

Her legs were a little shaky as he helped her back to her feet, resting against the shower tiles until the aftershocks stopped rippling through her body. She watched with hungry eyes as Mike rid himself of the last of his clothes, tossing them on to the ever-growing pile in the corner. Now that he was naked too, she took a moment to admire him. She would never, ever get tired of his body. The way it looked, the way it felt pressed against hers or underneath her nails. She’d been obsessed with it since the first evening of detention, when she’d thrown wood polish all over him. She would forever thank her lucky stars that she was a clumsy, sloppy bitch.

She pressed up on her toes to kiss him back, swiping her tongue against his, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth and biting down gently. It was simply another thing that she would never get tired of, being able to taste her arousal off of his lips. His hands roamed across every inch of her body and she returned the gesture, saving the best for last when she wrapped her hand around his cock and began pumping his length softly. “I don’t want your arms to hurt,” she murmured into his lips, considering the positions that they could fuck in. They were somewhat limited in the shower cubicle and they both knew it. “I just want you inside of me,” she confessed, as she reached around blindly for her wand and once it was in her free hand, she cast the protection charm over herself. She was ready and so was he, they were so close. Then, the door opened.

She jumped slightly at the noise, watching as Mike grabbed his wand and cast three charms. She was giggling softly at the intrusion and their clearly terrible luck when the unknown intruder started to whistle. Fuck. She would recognise that whistling anywhere in the school, hell she would recognise it anywhere in the entire world. How the fuck had she managed to forget that Sebastian was a prefect? She really needed to lay off of the firewhisky.

Sebastian was in the bathroom with them.

For a split second, Santana felt her legs go a little weak and her stomach twisted. This wasn’t happening. This literally, could not be happening to them. Instead of guilt, Santana just felt enraged that he would dare come here, dare come in and disrupt their little party for two. But then, she just started laughing. Quietly at first but it soon developed, her palms clasping over her mouth to muffle it. They were safe, hidden away from the world thanks to Mike’s charms that he had cast. Plus, she’d just cast her own protection charm. It would be a shame for it to go to waste, wouldn’t it…

“It’s Sebastian,” she whispered, unsure if he had realised who the other guest in the bathroom with them was. Her hand was still pumping his cock gently and she peppered kisses down his neck, as she pressed her tits flush against him. There was seriously something wrong with her, because instead of being horrified or scared, she was simply even more turned on than before.

mike:

Mike knew that once he was naked and holding Santana close it’d only be a matter of time before both of their hands just wandered, and he let out a shaky sigh against her lips when he felt her impossibly soft hand wrap around his hard dick. He instinctively rolled his hips into her touch, his kiss only deepening as they stood together. He somehow held it together just long enough even with her hand around him to pull the curtain shut and cast the spells. He could almost hear the buzzing in his ears himself from the adrenaline rush and the way Santana still stroked him.

Raising a brow at the whistle, he was only further confused when Santana started laughing. “What’s so funny?” he gave an incredulous grin down at the Slytherin as he saw her laugh. As a bit odd as it was, she was still adorable, and she had to be laughing for a reason. She could laugh more if she wanted to, the charms he’d placed kept them nice and hidden. Hopefully whoever it was had a modicum of respect where they didn’t go flinging shower curtains open, but it wasn’t like they’d be able to anyway.

At Santana’s whisper both of Mike’s eyebrows raised, and suddenly it was very evident why she was laughing. The situation was absurd to begin with, and for Sebastian of all people to walk in on them? It was almost the perfect storm of fuckery. And between the alcohol and how obscenely horny Mike was for Santana, he was all for it. 

“Think that’s funny, yeah?” he taunted softly, leaning in for another kiss before picking her back up again. Something about holding her like this definitely got Mike’s blood going, and knowing that he was doing it with her piece-of-shit boyfriend in technical earshot seemed to rile them both up. “Guess it’s kinda funny,” he mused as he wrapped one of her legs around his waist so he could position his tip at her entrance. Teasing her a bit as he felt her hot and wet, he reached over to turn the shower on before bringing his hand back to her leg, pushing slowly inside her with another shaky sigh.

On the other side of the curtain, Sebastian drew the bath, figuring a soak was in order. He barely realized he wasn’t alone until he noticed the steam coming from the shower. It perplexed him, of course, to see steam coming from a shower as well as the closed curtain but not actually hearing it. Realizing what must’ve been going on on the other side, he narrowed his eyes and gave a scoff before turning back to his bath. 

On one hand, people were disgusting. On the other hand, why hadn’t he thought of it?

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → prefects’ bathroom. when → Friday night after 012. warnings → we solemnly swear we’re up to no good.

santana:

Santana didn’t think much of sex before the first time she’d had sex with Mike. She enjoyed it and craved it, much like any other horny teenager, but there was something under the surface, something more about the way that he touched her, the way that he made her feel was like nothing else she’d ever experienced before. With Puck or Sebastian, she simply got on all fours, tossed her hair back and let them fuck her, usually hard and roughly.

With Mike, it wasn’t at all like that.

He kissed every single inch of her, practically worshipped her. And she would never, ever get used to it. Regardless of what happened going forward from this moment, she would always be grateful that he made her feel, in every single way. Usually two complete contradictory feelings. He made her scared and brave, quiet and loud, outspoken and reserved. He made her want to be strong, to grab life by the balls and just take.

Although Mike had posed the question of whether or not she was trying to kill him earlier, she was now considering whether or not he was trying to kill her. The way that he slicked his tongue across her, relentlessly flicking her clit, eliciting the exact groans that he craved from her. Every single time he did, her legs twitched, hips bucking further into his mouth. But he wasn’t doing it to tease her, the opposite in fact, she didn’t have to feel or even see how hard he was. As much as they both liked pleasing the other with foreplay, there was no secret how much they wanted to get to the main event.

She didn’t want to get too grabby, but there was a lack of, well anything to hold on to, apart from him. The last time that they’d been in this position, she had been on her back with a soft bed underneath her. Not that she was in any way complaining, as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. How he got so good as eating pussy, she didn’t know and she honestly didn’t want to know, but she was more than happy to lie back and reap the benefits.

He could hold her up like this and make it seem so effortless. Her own abdominal muscles clenched at the sensation, trying to keep at least a little bit of weight not on him, to make it easier. Feeling her orgasm building in her stomach, the tell tale signs of her fingertips tingling and her entire body beginning to twitch uncontrollably. She whimpered his name softly, legs tightening around his neck as he continued to fuck her with his tongue, her back arching as he brought her up and over the edge.

She cried out his name as she came, giving him what he’d wanted as her voice echoed around the spacious bathroom as she did. Although, she could barely hear it over the sound of her heart beating wildly in her chest and the ringing in her ears. God, he was good at that.

mike:

Mike brought his hands around to her ass when Santana wrapped her legs around his head, keeping his tongue moving relentlessly against her as he silently beckoned for her to cum. He was getting every signal that she was close, and he could taste even more of her and only wanted more. He knew his arms would be sore as anything in the morning, but he couldn’t quite say he was sorry. If it all meant Santana had a mindblowing orgasm anything and everything was worth it.

Her moan of his name was muffled by her legs around his face and he brought one hand to support her while the other tugged his jeans and boxers down, desperate to let his cock free before he quickly brought his hand back up to support her, licking her greedily through her orgasm. Once she loosened her grip around his head he gave a teasing nip to her lower lip, carefully setting her back on her feet and kissing his way slow back up her body before he was standing up straight to finally get rid of the rest of his clothes. He’d had enough of them. 

Once he was as naked as Santana was Mike leaned in to cup Santana’s face, kissing her heatedly. She didn’t seem to mind the first time he’d kissed her after eating her out, he would’ve remembered that. They didn’t always have time together, so he wanted to make the most of it. His hands moved down from her face down her body, teasingly cupping her tits before moving back down her waist and to her ass. “I could hold you up again,” he murmured against her lips, and really, that was the only option they had short of sitting on the ground or turning Santana around. And it wasn’t that he didn’t like doggy but he liked kissing her.

Call him a softy.

Mike was just about to pick Santana up again after giving her just enough time to cast the charm on herself when he heard someone at the door of the bathroom. His head snapped at the sound, and wordlessly he reached for his wand. With a quick sliding of the shower curtain, Mike muttered three charms in quick succession: “Colloportus. Muffliato. Protego.” They didn’t need to be seen or heard, but they also weren’t going to leave. Like hell they were gonna leave. 

Maybe it was the raging hard-on he had, but he was annoyed. Who the hell was coming in here at this hour?

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → prefects’ bathroom. when → Friday night after 012. warnings → we solemnly swear we’re up to no good.

santana:

She smiled brightly at the fact he had finally accepted a compliment about his help and the fact that he would open the clue with her. There was no one else in the entire world that she wanted to help her with this stuff. He always kept a level head and when she was too swept up in anger or arrogance to think straight, he was there with logic and reason. Her curiosity was piqued, of course. The parchment that was held inside the bottle could have anything really. It could be nonsense words that she had to put together to find something, it could be a riddle, a list, a song. Anything that you could put on parchment, really. She was even more excited to open it with Mike by her side. She could do anything by his side, she truly believed that.

He might have held her like she was his and kissed her like she was his, but really, under the surface, she was his. Entirely. She had been for months now. There was no grey area when it came to that fact; she was irrevocably his. No matter the hurt or the anger from her family, or the blind rage she knew would come spitting from Sebastian’s mouth, she had made her decision. She wanted him and she needed him. All of him. Not hidden hand holding behind friends, or secret fucks inside of shower stalls.

She loved him and she would tell him. When the time was right though. Maybe not just as he kissed down the length of her body, intent on eating her out. Maybe later.

She raised her arms, helping him to get rid of the dress she was wearing. Another excellent clothing choice for her. It seemed he liked her best in red and when she wore dresses that looked positively painted on. Either that or butt-naked. That also seemed to be a firm favourite. True to her word, she had no underwear on. She liked to tease, but she was committed to the game, she had owed him a small reward and she would, most likely on her knees.

It was smart thinking from him to bunch all of their clothes and shoes together in the corner of the shower cubicle. She hadn’t given it much thought when she had ripped his shirt over his head, desperate for skin on skin contact and thrown it off to the side. It seemed that he was always one step ahead of her, whenever she was thinking about something, it seemed that he was already efficiently pulling it off. If someone walked in now, there was plausible deniability that there was only one of them in the cubicle, getting ready to take a shower. If there was many items of clothing strewn about the room, that would be harder to explain.

Mike’s head buried between her legs was fast becoming one of her favourite sights in the world. The tiles were cold against her back and she ignored the shiver that ran up her spine from it, focusing on the man who had carefully thrown her legs over her shoulders and wasted no time in going to town on her. She resisted the urge to instantly grind herself against his mouth, instead choosing to settle her hand on his neck, threading her slender fingers through the back of his black hair. Her thighs were trembling slightly, his hands were the only thing keeping them in place. “Fuck, keep going,” she whispered, as his expert tongue teased over her clit.

mike:

Mike was thoughtful, wasn’t one to shoot first and ask questions later; it was admittedly uncharacteristic of a Gryffindor, but he brought some balance to his house that way. It also evidently brought balance to his relationship with Santana as well, as between the two of them she was much more likely to shoot off the hip than he was. He liked it that way; he liked being able to be considerate and thoughtful of the girl, even when all he wanted to do was throw all convention out the window and just be with her. He had to think a little.

Thankfully tall enough that this wasn’t wildly uncomfortable, Mike shifted so he sat back rather than putting pressure on his knees as he hungrily licked at Santana. She tasted like heaven, her thighs felt like heaven pressed around his face, everything about her was getting him easily more intoxicated than he already was. He was sure this was his new favorite place to be, making her moan and say things like ‘keep going’ and he knew he wouldn’t stop for a damn thing.

Mike was nothing if not observant, and he was attentive to the noises Santana made as he moved his tongue. Closing his eyes to focus, he teasingly squeezed her hips as he worked his tongue against her, feeling his cock poke out through where he’d undone his jeans against his boxers. He wasn’t in a position to get himself out, but he was in a position to get Santana off as quickly as possible so he could eventually do that. So, he devoted all his energy to making her cum, wanting nothing more than to feel her thighs pinning his face again.

Admittedly, Mike had never really enjoyed sex like this until Santana came along. Maybe it was the forbidden fruit aspect of it, maybe it was the residual energy of their former animosity manifesting itself in lust, or maybe it was being older and in love. All Mike knew was that he was never like this with anyone before, and while he didn’t dwell too much on if Santana had ever been like this with anyone else he liked to think that this was different for her, too. After all, they did talk outside of this, interacted outside of this, and genuinely cared about one another. This couldn’t be more than just sex to Santana. The look in her eyes told him it was more than that.

This, of course, was pretty far from Mike’s immediate consciousness as he got all the right signals that what he was doing to Santana was just about to get her off. He only held onto her more firmly, broadened his tongue to get more of her, taste more of her. He was bound and determined to not stop until she was moaning his name into the still-empty bathroom.

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → prefects’ bathroom. when → Friday night after 012. warnings → we solemnly swear we’re up to no good.

santana:

She nodded at his question, he really seemed to just get whatever was going on inside her head. “I just wanted to enjoy tonight. Will you open it with me tomorrow? It feels like your victory as much as mine. I never would have thought about summoning my broom otherwise,” she explained, hoping that he would simply take the damn compliment this time. Sure, she had been on the ground doing the work, but behind the scenes it had been all him.

Knowing what was coming, she quickly tugged at his shirt and pulled it up over his head. She kicked off her shoes, back down to her normal height even smaller than before. Her arms went back around his neck, as he lifted her into his arms. The way that he lifted her up and just carried her across the room like she was as light as a feather would never stop turning her on. Her legs wrapped around his waist, like they fucking belonged there and she resumed her previous actions of kissing and nibbling along the skin of his neck.

The fact that anyone, well, a select group of students could stroll through the doors and catch them, was such an unbelievable turn-on. Yet another thing to add to the ever expanding list that Mike was slowly creating. She couldn’t even think about who the Slytherin prefects were, but somehow it really didn’t matter to her. Not with the alcohol swirling around her brain and the man she loved pressing her into the wall. There would be time for those concerns later, for now, she simply focused on the heat coming from his body and the kisses he was trailing down his neck.

If she could have predicted how Mike would fuck, it definitely wouldn’t have been like this. She’d thought about this, as she sat bored in the back of the choir room. Quinn was probably pretty vanilla in bed (now that she was screwing about with Puck, that might change), Finn probably fucked as good as he danced and Rachel would be selfish and controlling between the sheets. But Mike… he was a dark horse. Before she got to know him, she would have assumed that he would be stiff and awkward. That he would probably bust a nut within three minutes.

But then she’d seen him dance. The moment she’d seen him dance had given her complete pause and she knew she was wrong. The way that he rolled his hips was more telling than she’d ever realised. She’d commented on how she thought his dick game would be to the other 2/3rds of the Unholy Trinity and boy, she had been right. She let out a soft moan at the feeling of him grinding against her and let her eyes flutter shut, as she knocked her head back against the tiles. She really, really didn’t want to wait much longer for him. “Mike…” she whined, as he continued to tease her, feeling how hard he was against her.

mike:

Mike smiled softly to himself as he listened to Santana speak. It was uncanny now how they seemed to pick up on each other’s thoughts, how they seemed to just get each other. At her offer he grinned softly, looking down at her. Now that they were alone he didn’t bother batting away her praise. “I was just happy I could help. I’d love to be there when you open it up,” he agreed easily, not giving it so much as a second thought. He was admittedly pretty damn curious about what was in that bottle, so he couldn’t wait to see what was inside.

The way Santana filled up Mike’s senses was addictive and he made no effort to fight it anymore, not now as he held her in his arms. He was addicted to her, he was in love with her, and there was no quitting her, not anymore. He held her like she was his, kissed her like she was his. He’d never admit it aloud, but he was pretty turned on by the possibility of getting walked in on, too. He would be far from happy if it actually happened, of course, but the thrill of it was enough. 

Easily getting rid of his shirt, he let it fall on the floor before picking her up, his hands teasing underneath her dress to find that she was very much not kidding about not wearing panties under her dress. It only turned him on more, and he strained against his jeans as he rocked his hips into hers. Hearing her say his name only spurred him on further, and he gave her a taste of her own medicine with a nip at the nape of her neck before carefully taking her wand out of the holster she had it on on her thigh. Didn’t want that to get misplaced, after all. Setting it aside on a shelf in the shower, he set her down only to get rid of her dress, and fuck him she looked incredible.

Wordlessly he took his wand out to summon his shirt over, letting it join Santana’s dress in a pile in the corner of the stall. Setting his wand next to Santana’s he then moved to kiss her again, their bare skin pressed together. He couldn’t stay there long, though, and soon enough he trailed his kisses down along her body, keeping her pressed to the wall so she could lean back against it when he brought her legs over his shoulders so he could eat her out. 

He couldn’t think of anywhere else he wanted to be but on his knees worshipping her like this, though he did undo his jeans to give himself some breathing room before he positioned himself between her legs. Santana showed him once what it was like to be a little greedy, and so he decided to try it for himself. He missed how goddamn good she tasted and he missed hearing her moan for him, so he wasted no time to give her exactly what she loved the last time, showering attention on her sensitive clit as he masterfully held her in place. He’d never let her fall. 

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → prefects’ bathroom. when → Friday night after 012. warnings → we solemnly swear we’re up to no good.

santana:

It was easy to feel simply just like a drunken teenager who was hopelessly in love instead of everything else they actually were. Holding hands as they quietly snuck through the darkened corridor, with only soft candlelight to lead the way, she couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face. She knew what awaited them both at the end of their journey.

She nodded as he returned her question. “It’s been fun,” she replied, as he squeezed her hand gently. The small gesture made her heart swell. “Although quite a lot of people were horrified, when I told then that I haven’t opened the clue yet.” Maybe it was strange to everyone else but she had been working within a time constraint, her mind was hardly on the bottle that she’d hidden away for safe keeping. And to stop people like Sebastian looking at it, just to one up her. “I mean, it’s a piece of parchment. It’ll still be there tomorrow,” she justified, shrugging casually as she said it.

Truthfully, she didn’t want to read whatever it was that would be written on the paper inside of the bottle. Whenever she did, it meant that she had to start thinking about the next task, she had to start preparing and practising and everything else. She had done the best out of the three competitors by a large margin, she’d barely broken a sweat to everyone else. Of course, she knew how terrified she had been but to the spectators it just looked like business as usual for the Slytherin. She figured that maybe, the next one wouldn’t be just as easy.

The door had barely shut behind them when Mike pulled her close into him for a kiss. She stretched up on her tiptoes, meeting his lips against his. This was what she had wanted, needed, craved, all day, all week really. Basically any minute that she was spending not kissing him, she missed the feather light touch of his hands, the smell of his cologne on his skin, the taste of his mouth as at moved in unison with hers. No matter how much she got, the fact that he fucked her senseless the previous week, she always more and more of him. Being a horny teenager had been bad enough, now it was always on her mind.

“Someone’s eager,” she murmured, as her hands moved from around his neck to grasp the back of his shirt. Had she mentioned how much she loved seeing him in green? Because she really, really did. It was such a rare but weirdly intimate thing for them. Outside of the halls of Hogwarts, Santana still stuck mostly to her colour scheme. Black, green and silver. That was just how it was, how she was. But now, it seemed that more and more colour would come seeping in. Red was definitely her favourite, though. It seemed that the feelings were reciprocated.

She teased her hands underneath his shirt, scratching her nails softly against his skin. She had waited long enough, she needed to feel more of him. She pulled back and kissed her way along his jaw, nipping him gently. “Maybe I was trying to kill you, do you have a problem with that?” she asked, smirking at him.

mike:

Mike raised a brow in surprise when Santana admitted that she hadn’t opened up the bottle with the clue just yet. “Just wanna keep it under wraps for now?” he asked, but really, he could understand it. He could get her wanting to tuck it away for now, wanting to just focus on the night and now have to already think about the second task. She had busted her ass to get to where she was now, she deserved to unwind even just a little without having to think of what was next.

At Santana’s teasing words against Mike’s lips he let out a low chuckle, loving how her hands felt teasing along his shirt. “What of it?” he taunted as he led them farther into the room, towards the shower stalls. They were alone for now, but you couldn’t be too careful. The people who did have access to this bathroom could get into here, really, whenever they pleased, and Friday night was no exception, even if he knew a fair amount of the prefects and the other two Quidditch captains were busy getting trashed in the Room of Requirement. Of course, you just never knew.

Mike’s hands moved down along Santana’s waist, his eyes closed as she teased along his jaw as if he wanted to memorize every curve in his hands. At her words he smirked lightly and brought his hands to her ass, squeezing there as she nipped at his jaw. “I don’t know. Kinda like being alive if it means I get to do this,” he teased softly back, turning his head to capture her lips in a kiss once more. And boy, did kissing her like this make him feel alive. It’s what made him feel the most alive.

It was completely and utterly indescribable, the way Santana made Mike feel. She made him want to break all the rules and be a better man somehow at the exact same time. Much like their animosity in the past, Mike had long since stopped trying to understand it all. He just went with it instead of fighting it the way they both did before. Were things absolutely perfect? Absolutely not, but they didn’t need perfect. They just needed each other. 

Not once breaking the kiss, Mike reached down to tease his hands along Santana’s thighs, barely grazing the inside of them before lifting her up like she weighed nothing, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her into a stall, leaving it open for now while they were alone. Pressing her against the wall, he brought his lips away only to trail them along her neck, rocking his hips hungrily into hers as he teased her. She did plenty of teasing but he wanted her to know that two could play at this game.  

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → prefects’ bathroom. when → Friday night after 012. warnings → we solemnly swear we’re up to no good. 

santana:

Santana was drunk. Off of the alcohol, the buzz that surrounded her or simply Mike’s presence, she didn’t know. But it was the perfect level of buzzed. She was riding a high that she knew would eventually would have to come to an end but damn, if she didn’t want to stay at this level at all times. They had naturally separated over the course of the evening, but it didn’t feel like it usually did when Seb split off from her at parties. Mike wasn’t off trying to fingerbang a fifth year or talk shit about her on the other side of the room. It was comfortable and just told her what she already knew, that this was right.

Mike went off with the frog choir boys and Santana regaled a group of students about her courage on the task field that afternoon, danced with Marcus and some of the other Durmstrang boys and did shots with Britt, Elise and Emme. Santana found herself feeling increasingly guilty when Quinn’s lovely cousin apologised for making a move on Mike. She didn’t confess to wordlessly shattering her glass though, she kept that one buried deep down. Old habits and all. Culminating in grinding against Brittany on the dance-floor, the girls wrapped around one another, whispering drunken thoughts into each others ears. The best way to end up, in Santana’s opinion.

“You’re so sweet with him,” Britt giggled into her hair, as Santana spun her around, stumbling a little as she came into her arms. Brittany gave up being bartender after a few hours, allowing Marcus to take over from her. The girls in attendance at the party were more than happy to watch him flex his biceps as he poured them drinks. Britt had quickly caught up with the rest of them, happily bouncing around the room from group to group. Santana let out a gentle laugh as she pulled her blonde back into her arms. Feeling confident enough and a little bold from the drinks, she nestled her head into her neck. “I love him,” she finally admitted, quickly shoving her hand across Britt’s mouth as the girl threatened to release an ear shattering squeal of excitement at her besties confession. There, she had finally admitted it out loud. Just not to the person it concerned. No. That would have much later. “Saaaaaaan,” she sighed dreamily, eyes shining as Mike approached the two of them.

His arms slipping around her waist was a welcomed surprise. His breath hot in her ear gave her goosebumps that trailed all over her skin and she smiled at the sensation, knowing why he had come over. Alone time. They’d mingled, had drinks, danced, and now, they got to go and be together. She chuckled at Brittany’s statement. She was positively vibrating with drunken excitement at her confession and after one look at the smitten kitten look on Mike’s face, she knew he felt the same. She wasn’t the smartest person but she was intuitive. It didn’t run as deeply as Quinn’s intuition but when she looked between the couple, she just got it.

“Thanks Bee,” Santana smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She could dance with her girlfriends any day really but her time spent alone with Mike was sacred. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” she said quietly to him. She wasted no time in lacing her fingers through his and waving goodbye to Britt with her free hand, as she led them through the crowd and out of the door of the Room of Requirement. Alone at last.

The corridor was quiet, empty and she realised that she had absolutely no idea what time it was. It could have been five in the morning, it could have been ten at night. But still, their path was clear as they quietly padded through the hallways towards their location. The sneaking about just heightened how giddy and horny she was feeling. “Did you have fun tonight?” She asked, bringing his hand up to her mouth to press a soft kiss to the back of it.

mike:

Mike wasn’t at all surprised to find Santana wrapped up in Brittany on the dance floor. He had no doubt at all that they’d eventually find each other as the night went on. Sure, they kind of had a thing going on, but it didn’t mean he owned her, that he needed to know where she was at all times, that they had to necessarily report to one another. He was more than content with looking over every now and then to see Santana was still happy, still having fun. That was enough for him.

Bringing Santana back into his arms felt nothing but right. He loved how easily they moved together, how good she felt in his arms. Grinning softly when Brittany easily let Santana loose for the night, he watched as Santana kissed Brittany’s cheek, easily interlacing their hands and heading out of the room.

“Sweet fuckin dreams, Lopez. Chang-a-rang,” Puck shot a shit-eating grin over at the two as he saw them leaving, Quinn smirking softly from where she stood with Puck’s arm around her waist. It was easy to see that they were on their way to have some fun, and Quinn for her part sure hoped they’d have as much fun as possible. The prefect’s bathroom really was a perfect place to hook up. Clean, spacious, and exclusive. “Good night,” Quinn gave a serene smile, holding her glass up in a little toast before sipping her drink.

“Good night,” Mike chuckled softly before heading out with Santana, finding the air in the hall relatively cool compared to the room they were just in. He felt free walking with Santana alone like this, and his heart skipped a beat when she kissed the back of his hand. Squeezing her hand back gently, he let them swing between them as they walked. “I did. How about you?” he asked as they walked, keeping their voices down as they walked together.

Getting to the bathroom, Mike easily murmured the password of the month (bubble-squeak) and slipped inside with Santana, and finding themselves alone the Gryffindor wasted no time to pull her into his arms to kiss, the kiss he’d wanted to give her from the moment he saw her step out of the tent. The combination of the alcohol and Santana’s victory and knowing she was going commando and being hopelessly in love with her was potent, and all Mike wanted now was to give Santana a perfect night to top off a perfect day. Not a damn thing could stop him from that now.

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → room of requirement. when → Friday night after 012. warnings → underage drinking.

santana:

She was dreaming of the day that she got to make the life she was currently living, her day-to-day reality. Where there was no boyfriend to lie to, no judgemental family to cut her off, when she could co-exist being both a fiercely proud Slytherin and girlfriend of a fiercely proud Gryffindor. Where being in frog choir wasn’t something to be embarrassed about and she could sit in a group where house colours or blood status meant absolutely nothing. In the three weeks that she had been without Mike, that reality truly did feel like a dream, yet here she was. In his arms, with friends of all houses drinking and shooting the shit together. Perfection.

She smiled gently at his words about her parents. She’d probably scared him shitless with her stories about the Lopez family, rightly so. But he stood boldly and bravely and shook her fathers hand, knowing that there was the potential that he could sneer in his face about being muggleborn. He risked that for her and it made her feel a little overwhelmed.

Puck didn’t do relationships, he didn’t do commitment. He was a self professed sex-shark, always consistently prowling the waters for ladies to nibble on. But when Quinn Fabray gave you even half a second of her attention, it turned out, it could change a dude. He was dumb as an ox at times, but he wasn’t stupid. He would never get an opportunity like this again. Carpe fucking Diem. He nodded, almost a little shell-shocked when she agreed. He wanted to pull her in close to him, like Mike had done Santana, kiss her boldly in public. But he wasn’t going to push his good luck.

“I mean, i’m still down for the prefects bathroom if you are…” he teased. Quinn smirked at him and nodded, placing down her empty glass on a nearby table before she beckoned him to follow her with her curled index finger. She walked close to Santana and Mike with a swish of her hips. She leaned in close to her friends, “Prefects bathroom is a great place if you want to have some… privacy,” she whispered and with a cheeky wink, she strolled on.

It made Santana burst with joy that somehow in amongst all of the chaos, Quinn and Puck had managed to find each other. Of course, the solidarity of them sneaking about too, made her feel like less of a complete dickhead. She arched an eyebrow at Quinn’s comment and looked at Mike. “Why the hell did we not think of that?” she asked him, almost in disbelief. She had been captain of the quidditch team for over a year now and she’d never once thought about hooking up in the luxurious bathroom that they were granted access to. “Maybe if you’re lucky, after a few more of these, we can take a walk…”

mike:

Mike was pretty happy for Quinn and Puck, too. He loved his mate to death but God was he an idiot sometimes. Quinn seemed to ground him a little, made him think a little more. Probably because she literally made him think more, which couldn’t really be a bad thing. He just didn’t understand why they didn’t go all the way and make it official, it wasn’t like there was an annoying elitist boyfriend in the way the way there was for him and Santana. Maybe Quinn’s dad wasn’t as nice as Santana’s.

He was very much focused on Santana even when Puck and Quinn walked by, and he raised a brow and looked up when Quinn leaned in to speak to them. The prefect’s bathroom, huh? He did go for post-game soaks from time to time but he never went on his own. “It’s not like we’ve been at this for a while,” Mike pointed out with a little grin down at Santana, sipping his drink that Brittany had topped off not too long ago. He smirked as he sipped, listening to Santana offer that they head up. With both of them having access as Quidditch captains it’d be almost too easy. “Sounds like a plan to me,” he agreed easily. He couldn’t help himself, he was a teenaged boy and she was gorgeous and he was in love. 

He did want to drink some more but he didn’t want to drink too much. After all, he still wanted to perform, getting whiskey dick with Santana simply wasn’t an option. The two of them drank their first couple drinks together before the rest of Frog Choir joined them, Sam bringing Elise along. Mike had no problem hanging out with everyone, but as the night went on - and a good long while after Puck and Quinn had already returned from the bathroom, it wasn’t like they wanted to be there together - Mike broke away from the guys to find Santana on the dance floor with Brittany.

“Hold on. Wait a minute,” Brittany grinned cheekily as she saw Mike approaching, carefully turning Santana as they danced together so Mike could move in easily behind her. “Hey,” he murmured in Santana’s ear, his hands moving to her hips with no hesitation as he easily moved to the beat of the song playing. He was a good level of buzzed, and that dress and watching her ass move knowing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath had called him enough. 

“Hi Mikey,” Brittany’s grin was impossible to remove as she watched the two of them. God, she loved how the two of them looked, Santana seemed to glow with happiness when he was around. That meant the world to the Hufflepuff. “Are you here to whisk her away? I guess I could be okay with that,” she winked. “Only if she wants to. Wouldn’t wanna come between the two of you,” Mike replied easily, more than happy to dance with Santana too if she didn’t want to get whisked away just yet. 

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → room of requirement. when → Friday night after 012. warnings → underage drinking.

santana:

It was so easy to be like this with Mike. It was natural and uncomplicated, which was unbelievably ironic considering the fact that her mentor, her teacher, had quite literally lied to her boyfriends face to get her out of his way tonight. There was no pressure, no roughness, no thinly veiled threats delivered as jokes, no hate tinged whispers. He was kind, considerate, sweet. He held her like she was made of the finest china in the world, treated her like a person and not just a commodity. He liked her, simple as that. And she loved him with her whole heart.

She bit back a laugh at his response. Echoing Mike’s thoughts, she too had realised that their dynamic had shifted entirely since the night they’d spent locked in the DADA classroom. But instead of it being uncomfortable or awkward, it had just pushed them further into the spiral of wanting to be together. She shook her head when he pulled her in closer, fiddling with the collar of his shirt, ignoring the shiver that ran through her spine when he settled his hands on her bare back. He loved her in red. And she loved him in green. “No, not kill you. Just tease you a little,” she smirked.

She lifted her glass from the bar, though stayed close in his arms. “My parents liked you,” she stated simply, taking a few sips from her drink. Brittany truly was an absolute whizz when it came to mixology. This really was Santana’s favourite drink in the entire world; the fact that she had made it for them, made it taste even better. Emboldened by the alcohol, her victory and the fact she was surrounded by people she loved. “Papa Lopez in particular seemed quite taken by you.”

Santana was unaware of her Father’s realisation about her feelings for Mike or his comment to Mike before he left. All of the thoughts she was having were the result of her gut instinct. Deep down, she knew that he would be. She knew that Miguel Lopez was a decent person, who loved his daughter more than life itself. She truly believed that her parents hands were being forced, by a lifetime of tradition and rules. Rules were, however made to be broken. So that’s what she would do; break every single one of them, one at a time.

Puck could feel himself literally melt into a puddle on the ground when Quinn brushed his cheek with the softest of touches. He was slowly but surely becoming whipped and he couldn’t give a single toss. Girls like her didn’t come around often, so he planned on grabbing this opportunity with both hands and not letting go. “When are you gonna’ let me take you out on a real date, Q? Screwing in the prefects bathroom is fun and all but i’m not just a piece of meat, I have needs,“ he teased.

mike:

Mike easily pulled Santana closer to him and smirked lightly when he felt her fiddling with the collar of his shirt. Holding her like this felt so natural, like he’d been meant to do it and she was meant to be here. Their one night in the DADA classroom made the three weeks they had apart just melt away, and suddenly they were picking up from where they were before. For so many reasons he was thankful for that, the biggest one of course being that he was hopelessly in love with the Slytherin in his arms. He had no idea how she’d react to that, though, so he kept it to himself.

At Santana’s insistence that she was teasing him rather than trying to kill him, Mike let out a low chuckle and shook his head. “Could’ve fooled me,” he teased lightly, his hands staying on the small of her back just to keep her close. Shifting so she could get her drink, he raised a brow with a little grin when she brought up her parents. Was now the time to bring up what her dad had said to him? That he was entrusted to watch his daughter and got confirmation that he didn’t like Sebastian’s smarmy ass either?

Nah. Maybe later.

“They were really nice,” Mike commented with a little smile. “And clearly so, so proud of you. As they should be,” he agreed easily, bringing one hand back from Santana’s waist to get his drink to take another sip, though before long the glass was back down and his hand was back down where it was before. He couldn’t keep his hands off of her long, not after that night and especially now that they had next to nothing to worry about. “Filled you up,” Brittany chimed in from behind them, grinning cheekily at her all time favorite couple. She didn’t care if it was official, it was real and it was now and she was pleased as punch.

On the other side of the room, Quinn rolled her eyes with a fond smile, sipping her drink as she mulled over Puck’s request. “You free tomorrow?” she raised a brow up at him, honestly surprised that he wanted to take it beyond fucking in the prefect’s bathroom. Which was a great place to get laid, she had to tell Mike and Santana some time. They had access as captains, didn’t they? 

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → room of requirement when → Friday night after 012. warnings → how does Puck get all this booze???

santana:

Looking around the room, she was pleased to see a distinct lack of snakes in the midst but even more pleased to see the three schools mixing; students from all walks of life and backgrounds, drinking, dancing and shooting the shit like they were the oldest of friends. It warmed her heart. She settled into Mike’s arms with ease, the feeling of him circling her waist and keeping her close but not possessively, was the icing on the cake.

She gave Marcus a wave, pleased to see that neither him, nor Elise looked too dinged up anymore. She had heard all about the other two champions and their experiences with the trolls from Sebastian as he took her back to the dungeon earlier. It seemed that she’d caught a lucky break when it was her turn. That coupled with the fact she had a little help from a tiny red bird twittering in her ear. Marcus’ arm was in a sling from where the troll struck him down, a few scrapes here and there too. Elise’s neck was still a deep shade of crimson but she wasn’t flinching so it had been healed and the damage was simply aesthetic now.

Marcus waved back with his non-broken arm before jabbing his index finger at Mike and gesturing between the two of them, a victorious ‘I knew it’ smirk on his lips. There was really no point trying to hide it now, was there? Here they stood in the middle of a party, wearing one anothers house colours, his arm wrapped around her waist holding her close and her hands fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. There wasn’t even the excuse of plausible deniability anymore, something that they always had as back up. And she didn’t care. She didn’t care who knew about them, didn’t care who could see how they held one another, the way they looked at one another. It was exhilarating, exciting, enticing, every positive adjective ever invented wouldn’t even come close to describing how she felt.

As Mike snapped his glass back she quirked a brow at him, confused. “I thought that was a perfectly good toast,” she teased him, now following his train of thought as he asked Puck to step in and ensure every single person toasted their three champions. She raised her glass in the direction of her fellow competitors but her eyes soon fell back on to Puck, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink as he asked for all attention to be on her. She wouldn’t even lie and pretend that she wasn’t loving the attention, loving hearing the chants of her name and the eyes on her as she stood at the bar head resting on Mike’s shoulder as everyone cheered a final time and then resumed the party. She smiled and mouthed a thank you at Puck, who lazily shrugged then diverted his attention back on his girl, who had a Durmstrang git trying to get in her pants. Every time he got rid of one, another seemed to pop up in his place. Lord have mercy.

Diverting his attention back to the two of them, she smiled at him softly. “You seemed to like me in red, figured I owed you for your help earlier. You helped me survive, mi amor, you deserve a small gift.” She traced her hands down his chest and she hooked one thumb into his belt loops. It wasn’t a real gift, so much as a notion, not like the books they’d exchanged. No, this wasn’t the same. This served an entirely selfish purpose. “Your gift,” she began, as she pressed her body flush against his, hands on either side of him gasping the bar behind, effectively pinning him to it, “is the knowledge that I’m not wearing any underwear, just for you,” she murmured, bringing her eyes up to bore into his, swiping her tongue across her bottom lip as she spoke. No one could say that she wasn’t consistent.

mike:

Mike had never been quite this bold with Santana. The last couple times they’d been around each other it was with the context of having their friends all around them who covered for them. Something had changed the night they practiced together in the DADA classroom, something good of course. After all, he had his arm around her and was making no effort to hide just how into her he was. They were among friends but they didn’t have to cover for them this time.

Seeing Marcus gesture to them both, Mike grinned softly and shook his head, glad that he wasn’t a stuck up git like Sebastian. They really were out in the open now, weren’t there? Feeling even more emboldened by it all, Mike turned to press a chaste kiss to the side of Santana’s head. He felt like he was just about on top of the world with her in his arms. She was happy and he was why, he could feel that. He knew right then and there that he’d do anything he could to keep her that way. 

Mike grinned softly as he listened to Puck deliver the toast, agreeing with all of the words. Holding his glass up for the toast, he easily joined in on the cheer before sipping his drink, the music starting back up not long after. He couldn’t help but smirk to himself as he watched Puck redirect his full attention to Quinn, the Ravenclaw following suit with a little smirk of her own. “What’s that face for, hm?” Quinn hummed, reaching up to teasingly gently caress the side of his face. Mike was sure he’d never seen Puck look like a puppy the way he did after that touch.

Looking back down at Santana as she spoke, Mike’s smirk only widened a bit when he felt Santana’s hands tease down his chest and sit at his belt loops. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” he teased, echoing his sentiment from before when he first thanked her. He was going to deny his little role in her victory to anyone who tried to bring it up. Raising a brow with a little smirk when Santana moved closer, he bit the inside of his cheek at her admission. No underwear, huh? She clearly had a plan to celebrate for the night, and who the hell was he to turn the champion down.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he teased softly, setting his drink down and bringing his arms to loop low around her waist, resting on the small of her back. He interlaced his fingers and teased his thumbs lightly against the bare skin of her back, absolutely loving the low back of this dress. Knowing that she didn’t have anything on underneath the dress was definitely doing things to him. His mind was already working on where exactly they could go so they could celebrate properly. 

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

where → room of requirement when → Friday night after 012. warnings → how does Puck get all this booze???

santana:

It shouldn’t be this easy, Santana pondered, as she made her way through the corridors of Hogwarts. It should not be this easy to get away with this. She especially never would have thought she’d be aided by her teacher. But she didn’t dare start to question it, just glanced over her shoulder as she walked. Just in case. She had no idea really, why Z had covered for her, why he’d decided to get involved but hell, was she grateful. Any victory speech she did from now until the end of her time, she’d name him as her greatest influence.

Sebastian didn’t question her further as he all but dragged her back to the Slytherin common room after the tournament. It hadn’t gone amiss how pleased he was when she was told that she would have to work late into the night. Every single person in the group could see it and it was humiliating. Soon. Soon she would be free of this, free of the pretense, free of the lies. She just had to wait a little longer.

It felt like deja-vu, as she entered the party, only to be swept into Puck’s arms  instantaneously. “I can’t believe you’ve managed to get teachers to lie for you now,” he commented, grinning widely as he spoke. It was a moment of magnificence and as the schools resident bad boy, he was truly impressed. She shook her head at him, “I didn’t ask him to, I have no idea why he did it. Not complaining though,” she finished with a wink. She was antsy, appreciative of Puck’s company and the fact that he had put on this entire shindig in her honour, but she was antsy to see Mike. He was easy to locate, once again, standing at the bar with a drink in his hand, waiting for her to finally make an appearance. And really, it would be rude to keep him waiting.

“Hi,” Santana breathed, fingertips ghosting over the sleeve of his shirt. Just like she had worn the red dress the previous party and wore one now, for a reason, he clearly had a similar plan. God, they really were not being subtle in the slightest anymore. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of a secret anymore. “Suits you,” she commented, reaching over behind him just as Brittany slid a shining green and red drink into her grasp. “Thanks B,” she gushed, watching once more as the drink seemed to sparkle and dance within the glass.

“You guys are matching,” she sighted happily with ultimate heart eyes for her  best friends. It seemed that Puck’s insane plan to push the two together had not only worked but it had worked exceedingly well.

mike:

Mike was more than happy to hang around the bar and chat here and there. He offered Emme a wave from where she stood with Sam, the Hufflepuff easily smitten by the girl once she’d diverted her attention. Sam didn’t even care that she had her eyes on Mike first; what mattered to him was now her eyes were on him and he wasn’t going to let a chance like this pass him by. Mike was happy for him, he teasingly held his drink up in a toast before taking a sip. 

In the midst of a riveting conversation about food trucks with a Durmstrang boy, Mike trailed off from what he was saying when he felt Santana’s hand at his arm. “Hey,” he greeted her with a smile, making no effort to hide the way he looked her up and down. Damn she was gorgeous. That red dress was different from the first one she made, but it still looked like it was painted on her. Or she was poured into it. Either way, she looked delicious and he was using every bit of self control he had to not kiss her senseless. 

So instead, he brought his arm around her waist when Santana grabbed her drink. Unlike Sebastian, Mike didn’t possessively grab her there. He brought his arm around her because he wanted to be near her, wanted her close. She could pull away if she wanted to, float off to her friends whenever she wanted, but while she was next to him Mike wanted to hold her. With absolutely no Sebastian cronies in sight, he felt a little bold. 

“We are, aren’t we?” Mike gave a sheepish grin when Brittany pointed out that they were both matching. He didn’t anticipate Santana wearing that red dress when he put on his green shirt, but if it was right it was right, wasn’t it? “To matching,” he teasingly held up his glass for a toast, but then thought better of it. “No, no. First toast of the night’s gotta be different,” he held his glass back so Santana couldn’t finish it. “Puck! Be useful!” Mike called to Puck as he got done whispering in Quinn’s ear.

“Oi! Idiots!” Puck called over the music, waving his wand to silence it. “Before you all get too smashed to remember, put one up for the champions of the Triwizard Tournament,” he declared with a grin, looking around to see Santana, Elise and Marcus in different parts of the room. “And you two are great, but I gotta put one up especially for my girl Santana,” he acquiesced before holding his glass up. “To Lopez!”

after-hours → 013.

#p13

[magicmike-chang]

after-hours → 013.

where → room of requirement when → Friday night after 012. warnings → how does Puck get all this booze???

Once they’d gotten the green light for the party, Puck moved impressively fast to get it all together. Quinn quipped that if he put his mind to his actual studies like this he’d be in all NEWT-levels, and Mike couldn’t quite debate that. It was always mind-boggling, really, how Puck always seemed to figure out how to get into the Room of Requirement and bring all of the booze he’d also just as magically procured. Mike didn’t question it too much, of course, because it meant he got to get drunk with his friends and Santana and way the hell away from Sebastian and his asshole friends.

Mike was still thrown through a bit of a loop from the way Professor Zabini had lied on Santana’s behalf to get her out to hang out with her friends without his influence. The head of Slytherin house was known for having an iron fist with his students, but he seemed to have a soft spot for Santana. Perhaps he saw a kindred spirit there. Either way, he was amazingly kind to the girl and for that Mike was thankful. He was sure it felt like a lot of the time her only real friend in Slytherin house was Puck’s crazy ass. It probably meant the world to her to have Professor Zabini in her corner like that.

As he got dressed for the party, Mike couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to the last party Puck threw, with Santana in that red dress. It was easy now to imagine just what he really wanted to do when he saw her in that dress now that they’d actually been intimate. He was looking forward to whatever she’d have on that night. For his part, he decided to return the favor a bit, putting on a green shirt for his girl (because she was his girl) before heading out to join the festivities.

The room of requirement was easily filled with students from every school. This was the welcome they were really looking for, and the booze steadily flowed from the bar where Brittany was once again playing bartender. She was so damn good at that. “Mikey! Like the shirt,” Brittany grinned brightly, wasting no time to make a Slytherdor for him. It was kind of their thing now, wasn’t it? “Thanks,” Mike chuckled softly, toasting with her before taking a little sip. “She here yet?” he asked curiously, scanning the room as he sipped his drink. 

“Please, Chang. Don’t you think she’d be right here if she was?” Brittany pointed out with a cheeky smile. “She’s just gotta get away from the viper nest.”

#p13 #miketana rp #glee 1x1

[magicmike-chang]

where → quidditch pitch. when → the following week after 011, Friday afternoon. warnings → n/a.

santana:

Everyone treated her like a precious princess. One who lived a life of luxury until she was forced into a relationship that she didn’t want, in order to claim an obscenely large inheritance. It felt like something from a fairy tale. It practically was something from an old dusty book, except instead of a dragon, it was Sebastian standing guard over the tower her family had locked her in. It often felt like everything she did was the beginning of a devastating first world problem.

‘Oh woe is me, my family set me up with someone who’s undeniably similar to me and very handsome. How devastating? My family won’t give me money that i’m in no way entitled to just because I love someone they didn’t choose, boo hoo.’

Really, all she had to do was keep her mouth shut, sit still, look pretty, for a few more years until her Grandparents died. And she couldn’t even do that. What a mess she had made. The worst part was, she wasn’t even finished making it. She knew that when she snuck out tonight, she would find herself pressed between Mike and a piece of furniture, his tongue exploring hers, his hands teasing underneath whatever scrap of fabric she passed off as a dress tonight.

Her gaze locked on Quinn’s, the accepting smile that she gave her, let Santana know that she had understood loud and clear. She didn’t want to go back to the common room, she wanted to stay here with her friends. She felt like a petulant child being told no and she just wanted to stamp her feet and pout her bottom lip out, arms folded across her chest as she shrieked ‘no’ at the top of her lungs. But of course, she nodded in agreement and let him pull her away, without even a goodbye or a look back at their friend group. That part made her the most sad, the fact that she didn’t even have the guts to face her friends after she continued to live her lie.

The conversation dwindled after Sebastian had dragged Santana back to snake HQ and slowly but surely, the Slytherin’s lost interest without their faithful pack leader and began to disperse one by one, finally leaving the foursome alone. Puck, still fuming at the turn of events, cracked his knuckles, his brow deeply set. “She needs to break up with him right now or let me break his fuckin’ legs, I don’t care anymore, I really, really don’t like him,” he growled. Quinn placed a calming hand on his shoulder and placed a chaste but sweet kiss to his cheek, “do you really think the Professor would make her practice tonight?” she asked, a perfect eyebrow arched in curiosity.

“But Z said–” Puck began in protest, confused at what Quinn was saying. A flutter of a smile curled the corner of her lips up. “I know what he said but Santana did better than anyone else in the tournament. Professor Zabini was simply, for reasons unknown, taking out the trash,” Quinn explained, glancing to the other two people in the group to ensure that everyone was on the same page. When Puck still didn’t one hundred percent follow her, she shook her head. Why was she letting him in her pants, again? “In other words, knucklehead, the party is still on, San’s still coming but Seb thinks she’s practising. It saves you two from trying to concoct a plan to get rid of him, though, I would enjoy watching that,” she teased, looking between Mike and Puck.

mike:

Mike had to use every ounce of self control in his body to keep from looking over at Santana when she walked away with Sebastian. He hated the way Sebastian held onto her like he was trying to throw into everyone’s face how his Santana was. What helped him accomplish this was, of course, knowing that at the end of the day Sebastian wasn’t who Santana wanted. Sure, what they were doing technically wasn’t right, but neither was forcing Santana to be in this relationship. There was plenty of give and take here.

Turning to look at his friends once the other Slytherins dispersed, Mike let out a dejected sigh as he listened to Puck grumble. He definitely agreed with the sentiment, but he wasn’t nearly as outwardly angry as Puck was. He could do plenty of that for the both of them. At Quinn’s words, however, Mike quirked an eyebrow in confusion, his arms crossing over his chest. Of the three of them standing with the Ravenclaw, it was Brittany who understood first, and she let out a squeak of delight that tipped Mike off to what had really happened. “Really?” Mike grinned softly before rolling his eyes with a smirk as it took Puck that much time to figure out what the hell was going on.

“Well shit. That’s all you had to say,” Puck grinned widely, the spark of mischief right back in his eyes. So everything was still back on after all. “So you guys all have your marching orders. Q, get the blues. B, get the froggies. I’ll get the booze and the durm-dummies, and Mike, you just look pretty,” Puck winked up at his best mate, Mike rolling his eyes with a fond smile. “Wait a minute, what?” Mike asked, unsure what the plan was.

“We’re partying to celebrate Santana, stupid. Without any dumb little cronies,” Puck explained to the Gryffindor. “Mikey, you can come with me,” Brittany beamed, looping arms with Mike. She wanted to talk to him about all his feelings anyhow. She was very very excited for her two best friends.

“I’m going no matter what, aren’t I?” Mike teased as they all set off to leave. Their friends were absolutely and positively mental, but God, he loved them all. And God, he loved Santana. He had no idea how he could love her more than he already did but here the hell he was. He’d long since stopped trying to understand it. 

the first trial → 012.

#p12