𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 || 𝐒.𝐋𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐳

08

⚠️ Smut Warning ⚠️

(Quick thing, if you don't want to read the smut then that is okay but this chapter does contain important information so skip ahead of it. I'll mark where it ends. Thank you!!)

A rhythmic tune radiated from the record player as both Santana and I swayed to the melodies. She spun me around, smirking as she grasped my waist in a cunning action, driving me toward her until our foreheads met.

"You are so gorgeous, amor." Santana whispered, gracing my lips with a passionate kiss.

I smiled into the kiss, trailing my tongue across her bottom lip for entrance. We both entangled our tongues into a fight for dominance, ending with her winning miraculously.

Her hand caressed my cheek, a whimper escaping my mouth as she bit down on my lip. "Can we take this to the bed, sweetheart?" I grinned, pulling back.

"Whatever makes you comfortable." With that, I laid down onto the mattress, smiling when she leaned over and kissed me lovingly.

Santana eventually placed herself on top of me, pecking my cheek. "Is this okay, baby?"

"Yeah, it's perfect." I received a kind nod before she began pressing soft kisses onto my neck.

I knew one thing after these past few months, and that was I felt incredibly safe around Santana. I could be myself around her, and she would never dare judge me. It surprised me, somehow; the way we hated one another at first, and now we were dating? It appeared surreal in my eyes.

Santana slowly pulled her shirt off, revealing a lace, black bra. She tucked her hands around the hem of my shirt. "May I?"

"Of course." I nodded as she lifted it over my head.

You would think I would feel vulnerable, but I didn't. I knew with any of Santana's flings, she would be rough. With me? Somehow I had known she would be careful.

With a soft smile, she gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. "I'll give you anything, just ask." Santana whispered.

Now this, this was my weak point, and she noticed this. As Santana observed, she found that when it came to questions such as this, I became shy. A large blush coated my cheeks, and I hid my face within my hands.

"Don't be nervous, baby," With words of reassurance, I looked back up at her. "You know that I won't judge."

"In that case..." I trailed off, still shy. "Eat me out."

Santana smirked, kissing my neck softly. "With pleasure." Her voice was low, seductive, you may even say.

Her hands grasped my pants and slowly pulled them down, then followed by my underwear. "This okay?"

"It's perfect" With that said, Santana was soon to jot open-mouthed kisses down my torso, all the way to my thighs where she slid her tongue upwards toward my clit.

No warning given, she began attacking at me. Her mouth creating heavenly sensations to which I clasped onto the sheets, moaning in great erotic emotion.

"Santana...I love...you." Spoken in between breaths, she paused and leaned up to face you. With a seductive smirk, Santana gave you a sloppy kiss on the lips as you moaned out in euphoria.

‼️Smut Ends‼️

That was when you both heard the door swing open, followed by a gasp. "Santana Diabla Lopez, vuelve a ponerte la camisa de una vez!"

I stifled a laugh at Santana's Mom's reaction, placing a hand over my mouth quickly. "Lo siento, Mamá!" Santana apologised.

Embarrassment was evident on the poor girls face as she climbed off of me, her Mom leaving instantly. Subsequent to such events, I listened for the woman to walk away then began laughing uncontrollably.

"Victoria!" Santana groaned. "It's not funny!"

"It is too!" I kissed the girl on the cheek. "The panic on your face was adorable."

She shook her head, snuggling up to me and smiling as I ran my hand through her hair. "You smell of weed, Vics," She giggled. "And also I can taste the alcohol on your lips."

"No need to expose me, San." I ruffled her hair as to annoy the girl, however she simply rolled her eyes, a slight victory on my behalf. It was then that I found myself becoming silent, stressed by my thoughts.

"What's up, Victoria?" Santana asked. I hated that she could tell when I was upset, but it also gave me reassurance. She faced rolled over go face me, her hand skimming across my cheek. "Tell me, baby."

A sigh escaped my lips as I gazed into the Latina's eyes. "I miss Rachel." It was true, even in spite of her insufferable personality.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I agreed to this, fiddling with Santana's hair in the process.

"It's fine, San." She placed a loving kiss onto my lips, grinning down at me.

I was caught off guard when I recieved a phone call, and with that I picked up my phone to check. Without a doubt, I was surprised that by some coincidence it was Rachel.

Santana stared at the phone with me, nodding when I looked at her. I left the room quickly, sitting down on the floor in the hallway.

"Victoria?" Rachel asked. "I need to tell you something."

I frowned at her tone, and I prayed that the sentence I began to ponder wouldn't escape her lips. "What is it?"

"Our Dads are forcing you into rehab," My heart dropped, the phone falling out of my grasp as tears formed in my eyes. "Victoria?" Rachel's voice was drained out of my hearing as I thought to myself. "Victoria? Answer me!"

I simply hung up the phone, standing up shakily. I couldn't stay here, it wasn't an option. Rehab was my worst nightmare, and due to my age I didn't have a say.

I wondered back into the bedroom, and Santana instantly noticed my face. "Victoria, what happened?"

"I can't stay here, Santana." I shook my head, crying.

"Why? What's wrong?" I could sense the panic in her voice as I began shaking violently.

I crossed my arms slowly, preparing how I could go about saying this. It wasn't easy, that was certain.

"They're sending me back to rehab."