Kiss With A Fist-- Part Two
Title: Kiss With A Fist-- Part Two
Author:emo_chick_87
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck
Rating: NC-17 for language/sex.
Word Count:2450ish words
Spoilers: None I can think of.
Genre: Romance/Smut/Future Fic
Warnings: This chapter has toys, hair pulling, D/S play, very slight daddy kink, small mention of ATM. This is a HARD NC-17 story.
Summary: When Puck manhandles one of the football players for messing with his boyfriend, Kurt is forced to confess all the kinks he's been hiding. I think this would be considered a future fic because it takes place between the boys' junior and senior year.
I don't own Glee. Please don't sue. Also Completely Unbeta'd. Blame me completely. Also the title is from a 'Florence and the Machine' song.
( Prologue )
( Part One )
Puck was drifting in that beautiful place between sleep and awake. The warmth cocooned him and he struggled to find a time where he was this happy. When a cold nose ran down the middle of his chest and warm breath toyed with the hair that disappeared into the waistband of his boxers, he knew. He was struggling so hard because there wasn't ever a time he felt this happy.
Unconditional love was a new concept to him. He couldn't remember a time that someone loved him for who he was, not was he could give them. That's why this weekend was so important to him. The fact Kurt didn't expect him to be perfect all the time made him strive even harder to maintain that perfection. That's also why he was so hesitant to take their relationship to this point. It was true that he was no stranger to rough sex or power play stuff. Just the shit he did with Santana was enough to show him that he was far from vanilla. The cougars really liked when he put that side of himself their sessions too.
With Kurt though he wanted to be different. He was a complete stranger to loving the person you were objectifying. It had taken him a really long time to see that sometimes it could be just fucking. That hard and rough could still be making love. But more than that he had to accept that Kurt wanted him for everything he was and this was part of him. The dark part that screamed for him to claim Kurt for himself. Mark him so everyone would know that this magnificent creature had chosen him, Noah Puckerman. Kurt on his arm made him feel worthy of a life that went beyond a shitty apartment on the bad side of town and an even shittier job at the Ohio Steel. Kurt saw their life together as an adventure. Exploring this side of their sexuality was just one part of it.
He wasn't sure why the need to dominate Kurt haunted his every thought and he certainly didn't understand how Kurt could want this side of him. The one that for so long had seemed so ugly. But last night he had taken Kurt past what he thought was normal and Kurt had liked it just as much as he had. Just when he decided that normal lives were for the suckers who weren't ever getting out of Lima he felt a warm wet suction of Kurt's mouth. Yeah, normal could go get fucked because he'd take this over that any day of the week.
~~~
Watching Noah sleep was one of Kurt’s favorite pastimes. It was one of the few times that all the walls were down and he had all the time in the world to map his love’s features. Every time he was struck with just how beautiful Noah is and just how grateful he was that out of everyone in the world to love, Noah had picked him. It was one of the reasons he reveled in the thought of submitting to him so completely. To feel the rush of knowing for certain he was Noah’s forever. Plus while exploring this side of himself, Kurt had never felt more sexy.
When he licked his lips he could taste the faintest hint of Noah on his top lip. It ignited a fire in his belly and a hunger ripped through him. He felt Noah’s skin warm the cool tip of his nose and he couldn’t contain the moan that the tore itself from his throat when Noah’s heady taste exploded on his tongue. The gasp that came when he felt a strong insistent hand thread through his hair made Noah’s cock slid further into his mouth. One of his hands was splayed across Noah’s hip and the other was lightly cupping his balls. Applying just enough pressure to make his back arch. Kurt was completely unprepared for the force of the next thrust and it had him moving to hold both of Noah’s hips. The tips on his fingers were brushing against Noah’s ass and it wasn’t long before they felt the clench that always signaled Noah’s climax. This time he managed to swallow every drop. Noah must have thought that deserved a reward because it wasn’t long before he gave the base of the toy inside of Kurt a few sharp taps. Kurt gasped into Noah’s hip and gave a futile thrust against Noah’s calf. He heard that harsh tsk again and cursed his lack of self control.
Kurt was so busy swearing into the sheets that he almost missed the smugness of Noah’s voice from the top of the stairs.
"C’mon honey, I’m making you breakfast."
Kurt could practically see the smirk. Bastard.
~~~
By 5 o'clock Puck had watched three episodes of 'Deadliest Warrior', one episode of 'Ancients Behaving Badly' and the first two quarters of a 'Ohio State vs. he really doesn't give a fuck' football game. Kurt feels like he's about to crawl out of skin. As much as he likes being curled up next to Noah, this isn't exactly what he had been hoping. Although during the second episode of 'Deadliest Warrior' , about the Satsuma vs the Aztecs, he did see something called sai swords which he had decided needed his immediate investigation. But that was completely besides the point.
After a sexually charged breakfast/lunch, anyone else would just say brunch but Noah had a thing about being the kind of couple that had brunch, his anticipation began to rise as he was pulled forcefully into the living room. He sat on the sofa and waited for Noah to make his move.
By the first commercial break he felt a soft tap on his chin and he jerked his head up to meet his eyes. He followed Noah's eyes to the tented fabric of his boxers and knew what he wanted. He didn't need to be told twice. He put everything he had into that blow job. It had to have been in his all time top 10. That didn't stop Noah from gripping the back of his head and pulling him off his cock by his hair.
Kurt looked around bewildered. It was then that he realized the commercial was over. The asshole didn't even look at him until the next break. Then he was forcing Kurt's head back down. Only to pull him away again when the show was back on and he still hadn't come. They had been doing his dance for three hours but by the time the half time girls started their show Puck decided that it was time to change the game.
The cool wood of the coffee table is shocking against his heated skin. The soft pulling of skin can be heard as Kurt's sweat-slicked skin shifts across it. Puck pulls him up by the shoulders until his feet are just brushing the carpet on the opposite side of the table and his head is hanging over the edge. A strong hand rests against his neck and cradles the back his head. Puck drags the head of his cock across his cheek, then his chin and finally bumps lightly against the tip of his nose before Kurt gets the hint and opens his mouth.
The unusual angle opens his throat more than he's ever experienced. When he feels a harsh tug on each of his nipples the gasp is enough to force his mouth just past the point of comfortable and Puck goes deeper than he's ever been. Kurt is filled with the harsh relief of finally. This is what he was waiting for. Each stroke is more sure and more powerful.
He can barely see the bottom of the couch through Puck's legs as his eyes start to water. Wetness clings to his lashes and forces it way past the corner of his eye. The wet squelching noises that are coming from his mouth are enough to send a hot blush down his neck and through the top of his chest. He'd seen plenty of deep throat porn before so he shouldn't have been surprised at the seemingly new liquid that was now filling his mouth but part of him had always thought that was fake. The thick spit that falls from the sides of his mouth and lands across his forehead is proof that it is very real.
Kurt can feel the soft contraction of Noah's inner thighs and knows he's close. They've been teasing each other for hours. The lust fogged state of Kurt's brain makes him forget his place and it isn't long before he reaches to give his cock a few strong strokes through his boxer briefs. In an instant his mouth is dreadfully empty and the Puck is bringing a sharp hand down on the plank of his stomach.
"Tsk, and you were doing so good too. Such a dirty slut. Couldn't just accept what I was giving you. If you want it that bad I'll just have give it to you." Puck motioned to towards the small corner that was as the top of the stairs. "I want you up against that wall. Hands on either side of the corner. Feet shoulder width apart... Now!"
~~
Kurt's legs shook and his body sagged in relief when he felt the cool plaster under his fingertips. He stood, eyes fixed on the point where the two walls meet. He sees the calm easy transition from one wall to another. He sees small imperfections that rest right where they meet but he sees them standing strong together despite them. Then he knows for sure he's lost it because he is seeing his relationship illustrated in dry wall. Two pieces that on their own would buckle under the weight forced upon them but together are enough to keep the entire roof from caving in around them.
Noah's labored breathing punctuates the entire room. Anticipation coils in Kurt's belly and he just hopes his legs will cooperate because they are threatening to collapse on themselves. Kurt can tell by his breath that Noah is pacing and the lick of heat that runs up his back tells him that Noah is watching him as he does. When Kurt shifts slightly on the balls of his feet he is suddenly, hopelessly reminded of the toy that Noah has still refused to let him remove. Somehow it manages to hit just shy of the right place but it's enough to propel Kurt forward into the wall as a small rush of pleasure shoots up his spine. The pleasure soaked moan that is pulled from him seems to break Puck out of his haze because it isn't long before he grabbed the base of the toy and pulled it out a fraction of an inch before slowly sliding it back in. his fingertips drum softly against the base sending small jolts of bitter pleasure pulsing.
As if he's debating just what he wants to do. It is only a few moments before the toy is ripped from his body and replaced with the head of Puck's cock. Puck takes a short second of awe when his sees and feels Kurt's body pulse and clench around him, trying to pull him in. He grabs a handful of Kurt's hair with one hand and presses the other firmly into the small of his back. When he gives a hard tug Kurt's shoulders strain towards him and the hand keeps his lower body completely still. Shallow thrusts get progressively deeper and stronger until Puck feels himself bottom out, the slapping of skin against skin signal that Puck is as deep as he's ever going to get.
The air is making the toy in Puck's hand return to it's normal temperature and Kurt feels it pressed firm into the arch of his back. The way Puck draws the toy down to the place where their bodies are joined makes Kurt go rigid and for the briefest second he think that Puck is going to slip it in beside him. But Kurt feels the slow slide of silicone up his back, around his neck and soon enough the awkward taste of both of them explodes on Kurt's tongue. The rational part of his brain tells him to recoil and say ewww... but rational thought abandoned him long ago. So he just pressed his head as far out as he can and seeks out the plug. It isn't that long so it rests just short of the back of Kurt's tongue, his lips forming a perfect 'o' around the base. Kurt pressed his back teeth into the toy and dug his toes into the carpet to hold off his orgasm.
Puck pulled out until the crown of his dick caught the lip of Kurt's hole. The next vicious thrust bowed Kurt's back and forced the toy to fall down by his feet. Two strong hand wrap themselves around both of Kurt's upper arms and pull him upright. He can feel Puck's nipple ring brushing against his back and each thrust is harder, faster, deeper. The tingling around his biceps tell him that harsh fingertip bruises will be rising to the surface soon and he relishes the thought of being marked by Puck. No matter how temporary it may be.
Each thrust edged them closer to the wall until Kurt felt the hand warmed drywall against his cheek. Puck's thrusts became frantic. Each one brought Kurt onto his tiptoes and in a few places even made his feet completely leave the ground. His undoing really came when one hand moved to fist his neglected cock and the other came to wrap around the base of his throat. A small amount of pressure against his Adam's apple was all it took for him to unravel, painting the wall in front of him. Puck followed a few seconds later with a roar and held himself balls deep until Kurt's body had stopped contracting wildly around him. When he felt Puck pull out of him, his shaky legs finally betrayed him and his knees went weak under him. He was caught by a strong forearm around his waist and a chaste kiss was pressed into his hairline. They stayed locked like that for a few blissful moments until hot breath ghosted over Kurt's cheek.
“Go downstairs and wait for me. I'm not done with you.”
Kurt could only nod. Thank god it wasn't over yet.
Author:emo_chick_87
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck
Rating: NC-17 for language/sex.
Word Count:2450ish words
Spoilers: None I can think of.
Genre: Romance/Smut/Future Fic
Warnings: This chapter has toys, hair pulling, D/S play, very slight daddy kink, small mention of ATM. This is a HARD NC-17 story.
Summary: When Puck manhandles one of the football players for messing with his boyfriend, Kurt is forced to confess all the kinks he's been hiding. I think this would be considered a future fic because it takes place between the boys' junior and senior year.
I don't own Glee. Please don't sue. Also Completely Unbeta'd. Blame me completely. Also the title is from a 'Florence and the Machine' song.
( Prologue )
( Part One )
Puck was drifting in that beautiful place between sleep and awake. The warmth cocooned him and he struggled to find a time where he was this happy. When a cold nose ran down the middle of his chest and warm breath toyed with the hair that disappeared into the waistband of his boxers, he knew. He was struggling so hard because there wasn't ever a time he felt this happy.
Unconditional love was a new concept to him. He couldn't remember a time that someone loved him for who he was, not was he could give them. That's why this weekend was so important to him. The fact Kurt didn't expect him to be perfect all the time made him strive even harder to maintain that perfection. That's also why he was so hesitant to take their relationship to this point. It was true that he was no stranger to rough sex or power play stuff. Just the shit he did with Santana was enough to show him that he was far from vanilla. The cougars really liked when he put that side of himself their sessions too.
With Kurt though he wanted to be different. He was a complete stranger to loving the person you were objectifying. It had taken him a really long time to see that sometimes it could be just fucking. That hard and rough could still be making love. But more than that he had to accept that Kurt wanted him for everything he was and this was part of him. The dark part that screamed for him to claim Kurt for himself. Mark him so everyone would know that this magnificent creature had chosen him, Noah Puckerman. Kurt on his arm made him feel worthy of a life that went beyond a shitty apartment on the bad side of town and an even shittier job at the Ohio Steel. Kurt saw their life together as an adventure. Exploring this side of their sexuality was just one part of it.
He wasn't sure why the need to dominate Kurt haunted his every thought and he certainly didn't understand how Kurt could want this side of him. The one that for so long had seemed so ugly. But last night he had taken Kurt past what he thought was normal and Kurt had liked it just as much as he had. Just when he decided that normal lives were for the suckers who weren't ever getting out of Lima he felt a warm wet suction of Kurt's mouth. Yeah, normal could go get fucked because he'd take this over that any day of the week.
~~~
Watching Noah sleep was one of Kurt’s favorite pastimes. It was one of the few times that all the walls were down and he had all the time in the world to map his love’s features. Every time he was struck with just how beautiful Noah is and just how grateful he was that out of everyone in the world to love, Noah had picked him. It was one of the reasons he reveled in the thought of submitting to him so completely. To feel the rush of knowing for certain he was Noah’s forever. Plus while exploring this side of himself, Kurt had never felt more sexy.
When he licked his lips he could taste the faintest hint of Noah on his top lip. It ignited a fire in his belly and a hunger ripped through him. He felt Noah’s skin warm the cool tip of his nose and he couldn’t contain the moan that the tore itself from his throat when Noah’s heady taste exploded on his tongue. The gasp that came when he felt a strong insistent hand thread through his hair made Noah’s cock slid further into his mouth. One of his hands was splayed across Noah’s hip and the other was lightly cupping his balls. Applying just enough pressure to make his back arch. Kurt was completely unprepared for the force of the next thrust and it had him moving to hold both of Noah’s hips. The tips on his fingers were brushing against Noah’s ass and it wasn’t long before they felt the clench that always signaled Noah’s climax. This time he managed to swallow every drop. Noah must have thought that deserved a reward because it wasn’t long before he gave the base of the toy inside of Kurt a few sharp taps. Kurt gasped into Noah’s hip and gave a futile thrust against Noah’s calf. He heard that harsh tsk again and cursed his lack of self control.
Kurt was so busy swearing into the sheets that he almost missed the smugness of Noah’s voice from the top of the stairs.
"C’mon honey, I’m making you breakfast."
Kurt could practically see the smirk. Bastard.
~~~
By 5 o'clock Puck had watched three episodes of 'Deadliest Warrior', one episode of 'Ancients Behaving Badly' and the first two quarters of a 'Ohio State vs. he really doesn't give a fuck' football game. Kurt feels like he's about to crawl out of skin. As much as he likes being curled up next to Noah, this isn't exactly what he had been hoping. Although during the second episode of 'Deadliest Warrior' , about the Satsuma vs the Aztecs, he did see something called sai swords which he had decided needed his immediate investigation. But that was completely besides the point.
After a sexually charged breakfast/lunch, anyone else would just say brunch but Noah had a thing about being the kind of couple that had brunch, his anticipation began to rise as he was pulled forcefully into the living room. He sat on the sofa and waited for Noah to make his move.
By the first commercial break he felt a soft tap on his chin and he jerked his head up to meet his eyes. He followed Noah's eyes to the tented fabric of his boxers and knew what he wanted. He didn't need to be told twice. He put everything he had into that blow job. It had to have been in his all time top 10. That didn't stop Noah from gripping the back of his head and pulling him off his cock by his hair.
Kurt looked around bewildered. It was then that he realized the commercial was over. The asshole didn't even look at him until the next break. Then he was forcing Kurt's head back down. Only to pull him away again when the show was back on and he still hadn't come. They had been doing his dance for three hours but by the time the half time girls started their show Puck decided that it was time to change the game.
The cool wood of the coffee table is shocking against his heated skin. The soft pulling of skin can be heard as Kurt's sweat-slicked skin shifts across it. Puck pulls him up by the shoulders until his feet are just brushing the carpet on the opposite side of the table and his head is hanging over the edge. A strong hand rests against his neck and cradles the back his head. Puck drags the head of his cock across his cheek, then his chin and finally bumps lightly against the tip of his nose before Kurt gets the hint and opens his mouth.
The unusual angle opens his throat more than he's ever experienced. When he feels a harsh tug on each of his nipples the gasp is enough to force his mouth just past the point of comfortable and Puck goes deeper than he's ever been. Kurt is filled with the harsh relief of finally. This is what he was waiting for. Each stroke is more sure and more powerful.
He can barely see the bottom of the couch through Puck's legs as his eyes start to water. Wetness clings to his lashes and forces it way past the corner of his eye. The wet squelching noises that are coming from his mouth are enough to send a hot blush down his neck and through the top of his chest. He'd seen plenty of deep throat porn before so he shouldn't have been surprised at the seemingly new liquid that was now filling his mouth but part of him had always thought that was fake. The thick spit that falls from the sides of his mouth and lands across his forehead is proof that it is very real.
Kurt can feel the soft contraction of Noah's inner thighs and knows he's close. They've been teasing each other for hours. The lust fogged state of Kurt's brain makes him forget his place and it isn't long before he reaches to give his cock a few strong strokes through his boxer briefs. In an instant his mouth is dreadfully empty and the Puck is bringing a sharp hand down on the plank of his stomach.
"Tsk, and you were doing so good too. Such a dirty slut. Couldn't just accept what I was giving you. If you want it that bad I'll just have give it to you." Puck motioned to towards the small corner that was as the top of the stairs. "I want you up against that wall. Hands on either side of the corner. Feet shoulder width apart... Now!"
~~
Kurt's legs shook and his body sagged in relief when he felt the cool plaster under his fingertips. He stood, eyes fixed on the point where the two walls meet. He sees the calm easy transition from one wall to another. He sees small imperfections that rest right where they meet but he sees them standing strong together despite them. Then he knows for sure he's lost it because he is seeing his relationship illustrated in dry wall. Two pieces that on their own would buckle under the weight forced upon them but together are enough to keep the entire roof from caving in around them.
Noah's labored breathing punctuates the entire room. Anticipation coils in Kurt's belly and he just hopes his legs will cooperate because they are threatening to collapse on themselves. Kurt can tell by his breath that Noah is pacing and the lick of heat that runs up his back tells him that Noah is watching him as he does. When Kurt shifts slightly on the balls of his feet he is suddenly, hopelessly reminded of the toy that Noah has still refused to let him remove. Somehow it manages to hit just shy of the right place but it's enough to propel Kurt forward into the wall as a small rush of pleasure shoots up his spine. The pleasure soaked moan that is pulled from him seems to break Puck out of his haze because it isn't long before he grabbed the base of the toy and pulled it out a fraction of an inch before slowly sliding it back in. his fingertips drum softly against the base sending small jolts of bitter pleasure pulsing.
As if he's debating just what he wants to do. It is only a few moments before the toy is ripped from his body and replaced with the head of Puck's cock. Puck takes a short second of awe when his sees and feels Kurt's body pulse and clench around him, trying to pull him in. He grabs a handful of Kurt's hair with one hand and presses the other firmly into the small of his back. When he gives a hard tug Kurt's shoulders strain towards him and the hand keeps his lower body completely still. Shallow thrusts get progressively deeper and stronger until Puck feels himself bottom out, the slapping of skin against skin signal that Puck is as deep as he's ever going to get.
The air is making the toy in Puck's hand return to it's normal temperature and Kurt feels it pressed firm into the arch of his back. The way Puck draws the toy down to the place where their bodies are joined makes Kurt go rigid and for the briefest second he think that Puck is going to slip it in beside him. But Kurt feels the slow slide of silicone up his back, around his neck and soon enough the awkward taste of both of them explodes on Kurt's tongue. The rational part of his brain tells him to recoil and say ewww... but rational thought abandoned him long ago. So he just pressed his head as far out as he can and seeks out the plug. It isn't that long so it rests just short of the back of Kurt's tongue, his lips forming a perfect 'o' around the base. Kurt pressed his back teeth into the toy and dug his toes into the carpet to hold off his orgasm.
Puck pulled out until the crown of his dick caught the lip of Kurt's hole. The next vicious thrust bowed Kurt's back and forced the toy to fall down by his feet. Two strong hand wrap themselves around both of Kurt's upper arms and pull him upright. He can feel Puck's nipple ring brushing against his back and each thrust is harder, faster, deeper. The tingling around his biceps tell him that harsh fingertip bruises will be rising to the surface soon and he relishes the thought of being marked by Puck. No matter how temporary it may be.
Each thrust edged them closer to the wall until Kurt felt the hand warmed drywall against his cheek. Puck's thrusts became frantic. Each one brought Kurt onto his tiptoes and in a few places even made his feet completely leave the ground. His undoing really came when one hand moved to fist his neglected cock and the other came to wrap around the base of his throat. A small amount of pressure against his Adam's apple was all it took for him to unravel, painting the wall in front of him. Puck followed a few seconds later with a roar and held himself balls deep until Kurt's body had stopped contracting wildly around him. When he felt Puck pull out of him, his shaky legs finally betrayed him and his knees went weak under him. He was caught by a strong forearm around his waist and a chaste kiss was pressed into his hairline. They stayed locked like that for a few blissful moments until hot breath ghosted over Kurt's cheek.
“Go downstairs and wait for me. I'm not done with you.”
Kurt could only nod. Thank god it wasn't over yet.