Mail Order Bride 6b/?
Title: Mail Order Bride 6b/?
Author: 1farmer_girl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Genre: Historical AU, Romance, Drama
Warning: Mpreg and slight genderbending, crossdressing
Spoilers: None, I pretty much used names and basic personality outlines
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee I would probably make it unsuitable for broadcast television and it would be taken off the air which would be sad, so I’ll let Ryan Murphy keep it.
Summary: The year is 1855 and the east coast of America is tense with the possibility of an upcoming Civil War, but in Northern Minnesota Noah Puckerman knows nothing of such politics. He only has to worry about how he’s going to live with the bride he’s mother is sending him.
Word Count: 1,885
Kurt
It took Kurt a moment to fully comprehend what Puck was saying. Even having only known Puck for a short while, Kurt could tell that his husband was a man who often indulged in physical pleasures. Yet here he was denying himself what was technically part of his marriage rights and all because he didn’t want Kurt to be unhappy. Kurt couldn’t begin to wrap his mind around what a sacrifice this was for Puck.
At first, Kurt felt so grateful to Puck that this weight had been lifted off his shoulders that he had to lean into Puck’s warmth, his relief was so great. As he sat there though, with Puck’s strong arms around him and the sound of Puck’s heart beating beneath that muscled chest, Kurt realized that without the problem of enjoying Puck’s attentions to worry about, he had a whole different problem to deal with.
While Kurt was extremely upset because of his actions the previous night, it didn’t change the fact that he had enjoyed it. Now that he’d had a taste of the pleasure Puck could give him, Kurt wasn’t sure he really wanted to let that go. Puck made him feel things he’d never imagined were possible. Maybe he was giving into the physical lust his teachers had warned him against, but hadn’t they also said that his first duty was to his husband?
Surely, Kurt needed to set aside his problems to make certain that all of Puck’s needs were met. If it meant that Kurt continued to feel Puck’s sweat-slicked skin against his own, to hear Puck say sex-roughed words in his ear, to watch Puck lose himself in Kurt’s body…well that would just be an added incentive.
“Puck, I would never think to deny you what is your right,” Kurt said, looking up at Puck as sweetly as he knew how. “It would be so much worse for me to allow your needs to be put aside just because I am having trouble adjusting and accepting my feelings.”
Puck squeezed Kurt tighter to his chest. “I really wish you’d stop talking like that. I’m sure you were taught at that fancy school of yours that you had to always put your husband first or whatever, but I don’t work that way. If you’re unhappy or uncomfortable about something I want to know about it so I can fix it; so we can fix it together.”
“That’s very thoughtful and sweet of you Puck, but I don’t think-,”
“No, listen to me. I wasn’t joking around when I said I wanted to have a family with you. I want our kids to be able to have parents who care, or at the very least respect each other. The only way for us to be able to have that is to start now. If you need me to refrain from having sex with you right now, than that’s something I’m willing to do.”
Frustrated that this conversation wasn’t going the way he wanted, Kurt pushed himself away from Puck and stood up from the bed. “I can’t just stand back and watch you put on this persona of the perfect husband during the day and then go to some prostitute at night,” Kurt cried.
“Where the hell did that come from?” asked Puck, also standing up from the bed. “I know we had some misunderstandings in the past about this, but I thought we’d worked all that out.”
“Oh, so I’m supposed to believe that you’re willing to lead a strictly celibate lifestyle?”
“Well, I was hoping we could work through your issues eventually. Until then I’m willing to wait until you’re ready for me to instigate more physical relations between the two of us.”
“What if I want you to do that for me now!?” Kurt cried before he realized what he had said and clapped a hand over his mouth. Kurt stared at Puck in horror, wishing there was a chance Puck hadn’t heard his slip, but one look at Puck’s shocked face told Kurt that there was no chance of this.
“I didn’t mean…just…I…that isn’t what I meant to say,” Kurt stammered, trying to regain his footing.
“Oh, I think you did,” Puck said, voice dark and dangerous. “You want to know what else I think, beautiful?” Puck was moving closer to Kurt now, pushing him back against the bed.
“W-what?” said Kurt, trying not to be distracted by Puck’s utterly distracting presence.
“I think you just want to hide behind your prim and proper image and pretend you don’t love what I do to you. But you do love it, don’t you?”
“I…I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kurt stated as firmly as he could, all the while avoiding Puck’s eyes.
“Now darling, don’t you know it’s a sin to lie?” Puck purred, running one finger gently up and down the side of Kurt’s neck. “Come on now, tell me the truth. You want to deny it, but you know you can’t. You love how I make you feel, feelings you didn’t even know were possible and you can’t wait for another taste. You’re just too proper to ask for it out loud. Do I have that about right, babe?”
“Puck,” Kurt moaned, trembling with the need to be closer to Puck, while at the same time trying to hold himself back.
“Come on, Kurt,” Puck whispered in Kurt’s ear. “I know you want it, you just have to ask and I’d give you anything.”
“I can’t.”
“Sure you can. It’s so easy, just a couple little words and I’ll make you feel so good. You know I can.”
Kurt couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He’s teachers might have condemned his behavior, but they were hundreds’ of miles away. Kurt didn’t think there was any chance of them finding out about his transgression and he really wanted Puck to touch him again. Kurt could feel his face flushing already from what he was planning on doing and he buried his face into Puck’s shoulder and breathed in the smell of him for extra courage.
“Puck,” Kurt said, so soft he wasn’t sure Puck would be able to hear him. “Please, I want, want you to touch me, hold me.”
Kurt peeked up at Puck then and his breath caught at the sight on Puck’s face. His mouth was opened slightly and he was breathing heavily, but it was the eyes that grabbed Kurt’s attention. The pupils had expanded until it looked like they were all that was there. It made Puck look…hungry and Kurt shivered when he thought about what Puck was hungry for.
Puck was moving his hands up and down Kurt’s back and it felt so good that it took Kurt a minute to realize that Puck was loosening the stays on his dress. Kurt hesitated for a moment before sliding his on hand up Puck’s chest and fingering one of the buttons on his shirts. Kurt chanced a look a Puck’s face to gauge his reaction and, when Kurt saw the warm smile directed at him, Kurt drew himself up and began unbuttoning Puck’s shirt and sliding it off his shoulders.
Kurt hadn’t really been able to see Puck last night and he spent a long while running his hands over Pucks chest and arms. The skin was much darker than Kurt’s and Puck seemed to have muscles everywhere. It was then that Kurt felt soft cotton fall down his back and around his feet and realized that if he could see Puck then Puck could also see him.
Kurt started to move away, but Puck caught him before he could get anywhere.
“Whoa there Kurt, you’re doing so good, let’s not take a step backwards.”
“But…you can see me.”
“Yeah, and you’re so beautiful I could look at you forever. Won’t you let me?”
Kurt hesitated. He wasn’t sure he was comfortable standing naked in full view of Puck’s predatory gaze, but on the other hand, he really wanted to see if the bottom half of Puck’s body was just as muscular as the top half. After a long moment, Kurt bit his lip and moved back onto the bed. Then he reached out for Puck’s hand and pulled him down.
Puck groaned as he settled his body above Kurt. “God Kurt, do you know what you do to me?”
“I think I’d rather see what you can do to me,” Kurt whispered, wondering if this was what perversion felt like.
“I think I can managed that,” Puck smirked before pressing a bruising kiss to Kurt’s mouth. They like that a long time, exchanging kisses that would morph from hard and possessing to light and playful without and rhyme or reason. Puck was pretty much running the show by now and Kurt was reminded of how much more experience Puck had.
Kurt could feel his manhood hardening, even as he felt Puck’s own press against his thigh. Puck suddenly stood up, growling as he struggled to get out of his pants. When he finally did get them off he stared down at Kurt, a clear challenge in his eyes. Kurt waited as long as he could stand before allowing his gaze to drop down to Puck’s erection.
The softest of whimpers escaped when Kurt finally laid eyes on what had given him so much pleasure the previous evening. Puck’s erection was long and thick and rather dark in color. Kurt was rather glad he hadn’t been able to see it last night, otherwise he would never had believed it could fit inside of him. Now that he knew it could though…
Kurt lifted up his arms in appeal to Puck to come back to the bed. Instead Puck grasped one of them and pressed several, feather-light kisses to the knuckles and palm.
“How you holding up, Kurt? If we continue do you promise not to freak out on me again in the morning?”
Kurt blushed at the reminder, but he gamely tugged on the hand holding his. “Yes, Puck, I promise. Just please…come back to bed.”
Puck is all grace as he crawls back onto the bed, laying on his side behind Kurt and pulling back to his chest. Kurt shivered as he felt Puck’s erection pressed against his bottom and moaned when Puck began kissing the back of his neck.
“Feels good-,” Kurt said as Puck pinched one of his nipples.
“You’re so perfect, it’s like you were made to fit right into my arms,” Puck separated Kurt’s legs with one of his thighs and Kurt jerked impulsively when he felt a finger brush across his hole. Kurt was lost in the feelings washing over him as Puck continued to prep him and finally press inside. Kurt couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of the two of them rocking together faster and tighter until he couldn’t tell where he ended and Puck began. Until it became so intense everything exploded around him.
Kurt panted harshly was he came back down from wherever Puck had taken him. As he settled back against Puck, completely worn out, he thought briefly about his impropriety before pushing them away. He could deal with that later, right now he felt far too good to worry about anything.
Author: 1farmer_girl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Genre: Historical AU, Romance, Drama
Warning: Mpreg and slight genderbending, crossdressing
Spoilers: None, I pretty much used names and basic personality outlines
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee I would probably make it unsuitable for broadcast television and it would be taken off the air which would be sad, so I’ll let Ryan Murphy keep it.
Summary: The year is 1855 and the east coast of America is tense with the possibility of an upcoming Civil War, but in Northern Minnesota Noah Puckerman knows nothing of such politics. He only has to worry about how he’s going to live with the bride he’s mother is sending him.
Word Count: 1,885
Kurt
It took Kurt a moment to fully comprehend what Puck was saying. Even having only known Puck for a short while, Kurt could tell that his husband was a man who often indulged in physical pleasures. Yet here he was denying himself what was technically part of his marriage rights and all because he didn’t want Kurt to be unhappy. Kurt couldn’t begin to wrap his mind around what a sacrifice this was for Puck.
At first, Kurt felt so grateful to Puck that this weight had been lifted off his shoulders that he had to lean into Puck’s warmth, his relief was so great. As he sat there though, with Puck’s strong arms around him and the sound of Puck’s heart beating beneath that muscled chest, Kurt realized that without the problem of enjoying Puck’s attentions to worry about, he had a whole different problem to deal with.
While Kurt was extremely upset because of his actions the previous night, it didn’t change the fact that he had enjoyed it. Now that he’d had a taste of the pleasure Puck could give him, Kurt wasn’t sure he really wanted to let that go. Puck made him feel things he’d never imagined were possible. Maybe he was giving into the physical lust his teachers had warned him against, but hadn’t they also said that his first duty was to his husband?
Surely, Kurt needed to set aside his problems to make certain that all of Puck’s needs were met. If it meant that Kurt continued to feel Puck’s sweat-slicked skin against his own, to hear Puck say sex-roughed words in his ear, to watch Puck lose himself in Kurt’s body…well that would just be an added incentive.
“Puck, I would never think to deny you what is your right,” Kurt said, looking up at Puck as sweetly as he knew how. “It would be so much worse for me to allow your needs to be put aside just because I am having trouble adjusting and accepting my feelings.”
Puck squeezed Kurt tighter to his chest. “I really wish you’d stop talking like that. I’m sure you were taught at that fancy school of yours that you had to always put your husband first or whatever, but I don’t work that way. If you’re unhappy or uncomfortable about something I want to know about it so I can fix it; so we can fix it together.”
“That’s very thoughtful and sweet of you Puck, but I don’t think-,”
“No, listen to me. I wasn’t joking around when I said I wanted to have a family with you. I want our kids to be able to have parents who care, or at the very least respect each other. The only way for us to be able to have that is to start now. If you need me to refrain from having sex with you right now, than that’s something I’m willing to do.”
Frustrated that this conversation wasn’t going the way he wanted, Kurt pushed himself away from Puck and stood up from the bed. “I can’t just stand back and watch you put on this persona of the perfect husband during the day and then go to some prostitute at night,” Kurt cried.
“Where the hell did that come from?” asked Puck, also standing up from the bed. “I know we had some misunderstandings in the past about this, but I thought we’d worked all that out.”
“Oh, so I’m supposed to believe that you’re willing to lead a strictly celibate lifestyle?”
“Well, I was hoping we could work through your issues eventually. Until then I’m willing to wait until you’re ready for me to instigate more physical relations between the two of us.”
“What if I want you to do that for me now!?” Kurt cried before he realized what he had said and clapped a hand over his mouth. Kurt stared at Puck in horror, wishing there was a chance Puck hadn’t heard his slip, but one look at Puck’s shocked face told Kurt that there was no chance of this.
“I didn’t mean…just…I…that isn’t what I meant to say,” Kurt stammered, trying to regain his footing.
“Oh, I think you did,” Puck said, voice dark and dangerous. “You want to know what else I think, beautiful?” Puck was moving closer to Kurt now, pushing him back against the bed.
“W-what?” said Kurt, trying not to be distracted by Puck’s utterly distracting presence.
“I think you just want to hide behind your prim and proper image and pretend you don’t love what I do to you. But you do love it, don’t you?”
“I…I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kurt stated as firmly as he could, all the while avoiding Puck’s eyes.
“Now darling, don’t you know it’s a sin to lie?” Puck purred, running one finger gently up and down the side of Kurt’s neck. “Come on now, tell me the truth. You want to deny it, but you know you can’t. You love how I make you feel, feelings you didn’t even know were possible and you can’t wait for another taste. You’re just too proper to ask for it out loud. Do I have that about right, babe?”
“Puck,” Kurt moaned, trembling with the need to be closer to Puck, while at the same time trying to hold himself back.
“Come on, Kurt,” Puck whispered in Kurt’s ear. “I know you want it, you just have to ask and I’d give you anything.”
“I can’t.”
“Sure you can. It’s so easy, just a couple little words and I’ll make you feel so good. You know I can.”
Kurt couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He’s teachers might have condemned his behavior, but they were hundreds’ of miles away. Kurt didn’t think there was any chance of them finding out about his transgression and he really wanted Puck to touch him again. Kurt could feel his face flushing already from what he was planning on doing and he buried his face into Puck’s shoulder and breathed in the smell of him for extra courage.
“Puck,” Kurt said, so soft he wasn’t sure Puck would be able to hear him. “Please, I want, want you to touch me, hold me.”
Kurt peeked up at Puck then and his breath caught at the sight on Puck’s face. His mouth was opened slightly and he was breathing heavily, but it was the eyes that grabbed Kurt’s attention. The pupils had expanded until it looked like they were all that was there. It made Puck look…hungry and Kurt shivered when he thought about what Puck was hungry for.
Puck was moving his hands up and down Kurt’s back and it felt so good that it took Kurt a minute to realize that Puck was loosening the stays on his dress. Kurt hesitated for a moment before sliding his on hand up Puck’s chest and fingering one of the buttons on his shirts. Kurt chanced a look a Puck’s face to gauge his reaction and, when Kurt saw the warm smile directed at him, Kurt drew himself up and began unbuttoning Puck’s shirt and sliding it off his shoulders.
Kurt hadn’t really been able to see Puck last night and he spent a long while running his hands over Pucks chest and arms. The skin was much darker than Kurt’s and Puck seemed to have muscles everywhere. It was then that Kurt felt soft cotton fall down his back and around his feet and realized that if he could see Puck then Puck could also see him.
Kurt started to move away, but Puck caught him before he could get anywhere.
“Whoa there Kurt, you’re doing so good, let’s not take a step backwards.”
“But…you can see me.”
“Yeah, and you’re so beautiful I could look at you forever. Won’t you let me?”
Kurt hesitated. He wasn’t sure he was comfortable standing naked in full view of Puck’s predatory gaze, but on the other hand, he really wanted to see if the bottom half of Puck’s body was just as muscular as the top half. After a long moment, Kurt bit his lip and moved back onto the bed. Then he reached out for Puck’s hand and pulled him down.
Puck groaned as he settled his body above Kurt. “God Kurt, do you know what you do to me?”
“I think I’d rather see what you can do to me,” Kurt whispered, wondering if this was what perversion felt like.
“I think I can managed that,” Puck smirked before pressing a bruising kiss to Kurt’s mouth. They like that a long time, exchanging kisses that would morph from hard and possessing to light and playful without and rhyme or reason. Puck was pretty much running the show by now and Kurt was reminded of how much more experience Puck had.
Kurt could feel his manhood hardening, even as he felt Puck’s own press against his thigh. Puck suddenly stood up, growling as he struggled to get out of his pants. When he finally did get them off he stared down at Kurt, a clear challenge in his eyes. Kurt waited as long as he could stand before allowing his gaze to drop down to Puck’s erection.
The softest of whimpers escaped when Kurt finally laid eyes on what had given him so much pleasure the previous evening. Puck’s erection was long and thick and rather dark in color. Kurt was rather glad he hadn’t been able to see it last night, otherwise he would never had believed it could fit inside of him. Now that he knew it could though…
Kurt lifted up his arms in appeal to Puck to come back to the bed. Instead Puck grasped one of them and pressed several, feather-light kisses to the knuckles and palm.
“How you holding up, Kurt? If we continue do you promise not to freak out on me again in the morning?”
Kurt blushed at the reminder, but he gamely tugged on the hand holding his. “Yes, Puck, I promise. Just please…come back to bed.”
Puck is all grace as he crawls back onto the bed, laying on his side behind Kurt and pulling back to his chest. Kurt shivered as he felt Puck’s erection pressed against his bottom and moaned when Puck began kissing the back of his neck.
“Feels good-,” Kurt said as Puck pinched one of his nipples.
“You’re so perfect, it’s like you were made to fit right into my arms,” Puck separated Kurt’s legs with one of his thighs and Kurt jerked impulsively when he felt a finger brush across his hole. Kurt was lost in the feelings washing over him as Puck continued to prep him and finally press inside. Kurt couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of the two of them rocking together faster and tighter until he couldn’t tell where he ended and Puck began. Until it became so intense everything exploded around him.
Kurt panted harshly was he came back down from wherever Puck had taken him. As he settled back against Puck, completely worn out, he thought briefly about his impropriety before pushing them away. He could deal with that later, right now he felt far too good to worry about anything.