Log: Pucktana blackout
Who: Puck and Santana
When: Tuesday, 17 Jan 2012
Rating: NC-17
Where: Janitor’s Closet
What: Blacking Out
Santana made it to the closet first. Her class was closer and really, there were better ways to spend the period. She made short work of her panties because after the messages they were just sending, she needed Puck like yesterday. What the fuck was taking him so long?
Puck snuck into the closet a few minutes later, squeezing in carefully as he shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it (he’d forgotten the last time). “Sorry I took so long. She was being a bitch about letting me go use the bathroom.” He shrugged a little. “It’s like she thought I was lying or something. But whatever.”
“You were,” Santana said with a chuckle as she pushed him back against the door. Her lips found his quickly and she tugged at his bottom one with her teeth. Her body pressed against his as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her ass. They didn’t have a lot of time and she wanted to get off at least twice before the bell rang.
He growled softly against her lips as he felt her push him back against the door, his jeans already becoming tight at the feeling of Santana flush up against him. His hands squeezed her ass lightly, deepening the kiss significantly as he slowly began to push her skirt up. “Help me out with these jeans, I need you right now.”
Reaching for his fly, Santana opened it with practiced ease. “Well, I definitely need you,” she said as she pushed his jeans down over his hips. She usually thought it was pretty gross that he refused to wear underwear, but she was glad for it now. “You said you couldn’t wait to fuck me against the wall. What are you waiting for?” Her gaze was hungry as it met his and she bit her bottom lip.
“Mm, it’s so hot when you get bossy.” Hiking one of Santana’s legs over his waist, he didn’t waste any time as he angled himself against her, his cock already hard as a rock from all the sexts they’d just been exchanging. With a soft groan he pushed himself into her. It was amazing how she always felt so good. It never lost it’s touch at all. “Fuck,” He cursed under his breath as he gave himself time to gain his bearings and for her to adjust.
Santana pushed herself up with her other leg, managing to wrap them both around his waist. She groaned loudly as she sank down on him, momentarily forgetting that they were in the closet at school and should definitely be quiet. “Mmm...God, you’re so deep,” she whimpered.
“You said you wanted me to fuck you...” He replied with a smirk. “Just doin’ what you wanted me to do.” He bit back a grunt as he steadied himself, arms settling on Santana’s waist as he bucked his hips into hers, savouring the feeling. If they were at home he was pretty sure he’d have her groaning like crazy, but he definitely didn’t want to get caught. That was the last thing that needed to happen. It wasn’t hot and neither one of them would get off.
She buried her face in his neck, biting down to keep from moaning. Her thigh muscles kind of burned, but she tightened them around him so that she could pull him closer. She rolled her hips forward, letting out a small noise every time he pressed into her. She was totally gonna get off twice if he kept hitting her spot like that.
“Fuck you feel good...” He mumbled against the crook of her neck, kissing the skin as he angled his hips to push even just a little bit better against her spot. If he had his way, he’d want her screaming and panting and all kinds of shit like that, but he’d totally settle for a compliment given the circumstances. A low groan rattling against from the back of his throat, he focused on her neck as his pace continued, nipping and sucking at the skin, intent to leave a mark.
Head falling back against the door, she focused on the feel of him grinding inside of her. They didn’t have a lot of time to drag this out and he was just hitting it just right. She felt her whole body tightening in anticipation. God, she just needed a little more. “Puck...just...more,” she whined in the back of her throat. “More of that.”
“You like that babe?” He growled, even though he already knew the answer to that. Fuck, he’d know the answer if she asked him the same thing. Their quickies were always the hottest. He didn’t get to drag it out and tease her, but fucking her just like she wanted and getting off with her as quick as possible was just hot as hell. There was the added bonus that it was sorta in public. His thighs burned as he kept up his rough pace, each thrust aiming for her clit as he was unable to hold back a groan. “Fuck, I’m ‘bout to shoot...”
She was right there. One more thrust and she’d be flying. She rotated her hips just as he was pressing upward and her back bowed. A moan ripped from her throat as she clenched around him and she writhed. “Puck!” She whimpered. Her arms tightening around his neck she tried to get her breathing back under control. Her eyes closed and the world went black.
He let out a groan as he felt Santana come undone, his hand tight around her waist as he allowed her to ride out her orgasm. It was only a few more thrusts before he was finished too, a guttural moan escaping from his lips as he came, spilling deep into her. Maybe it was just really good this time around, but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit dizzy as he shut his eyes, trying to focus and gain hold on the situation. He didn’t know what the hell was happening, but it felt a lot like passing out.
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Santana jolted awake. At least she thought she was awake. She couldn’t really see for a moment and her head fucking spun. She rubbed at her eyes and blinked a few times letting her eyes adjust to the darkness a little. It took her a moment to remember that she was in the janitor’s closet with... “Puck?” She called in a panicked voice. “Ohmygod, Puck!”
Puck had no idea what the hell had just happened. Everything was swimmy and he kinda felt like he’d just been roofied or some shit like that (not that he knew what roofies felt like). Last thing he remembered, he was having probably some of the hottest sex with Santana and then... he really couldn’t explain it. When Santana called out to him in a panicked voice, he shushed her. Not in a rude way, but to let her know he was there. “I’m here, babe. Calm down.”
The dream, it all came flooding back and panic bubbled up inside of her. What the hell had that been? Seriously, had she been holding a...she tried to move and realized he was still buried inside of her. She tightened around him and didn’t feel a condom. Shit! they hadn’t used a condom. “You’re-you’re not wearing a condom,” she mumbled, pushing at his shoulders. She moved to her knees quickly, separating their bodies. “Shit! Puck, you didn’t wear a condom!”
He looked at her freaking out and wasn’t sure what the hell she was going on about. “I don’t ever wear a condom though... I totally forgot to pull out though. Shit, sorry. But I’m pretty sure you can’t get pregnant if you have sex standing up. Like the sperm swim backwards or something like that.”
Santana scrambled to her feet, narrowly missing kicking him in the nuts. “Yeah, well what if I fucking get pregnant, Puck? Then what?” She snapped, searching for her panties. She found them flung on the step stool and pulled them on quickly. She felt sick to her stomach. How could she have been so fucking stupid?
He swallowed hard as he looked at her. She seemed pretty shaken up. “You know if you got pregnant I’d be there. I know I’m a lot of things but I’m not a deadbeat. What the hell is wrong? You’re acting like you’ve just seen a ghost or something. Ten minutes ago you wanted all up on this and now you’re concerned about getting pregnant? Seriously, what’s up?”
She opened her mouth to tell him what was still ingrained in her mind as clearly as he was sitting there looking up at her. “Yeah? Well, I don’t want a baby,” she bit out, shaking her head. Tears burned her eyes and she looked away from him. “If I get pregnant...I’ll get rid of it.”
“If you don’t want a baby then that’s fine... it’s your choice. It’s not mine.” He swallowed hard. This was too serious of a conversation for him. “But I’m just saying if it did happen and you wanted to keep it, I’d be there. I’m not like my dad.”
“Well, it’s not going to fucking happen. So, you don’t need to say anything at all,” Santana spat, crossing her arms. She was beyond pissed and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She fumbled for the door knob but managed to get it open. She needed to get out of there. She ran out of the closet and down the hall, not stopping until she was outside.
Puck took a deep breath as he relaxed against the wall of the closet. Why the fuck was she lashing out at him? Okay yeah, he’d kinda fucked up majorly, but he’d done it before on accident and she’d never been this pissed before. He ran his fingers through his mohawk as he watched her run off. Part of him thought that maybe he should follow her, but another part was telling him maybe she needed some space. She seemed so pissed, at him especially, that he wasn’t risking getting screamed at again.
Santana ran until she wasn’t on campus anymore. Her lungs burned, but she just kept running and running. She made it into the neighborhood that surrounded the school and stopped short. There before her were cars everywhere. People were laying on the ground while other gathered around pointing and talking excitedly. She blinked and looked around. What the hell had happened? She wondered as she watched people grow hysterical and realized that most of the cars had been in accidents. She peered closely at the car closest to her and saw that the driver was most definitely dead. Her stomach lurched and she leaned forward and puked. This was definitely not a good sign.
Puck had no idea what the hell was going on. When he finally stepped out of the janitor’s closet, he realized something wasn’t quite right. Yeah, he’d most definitely saw something and it seemed like Santana did too. But when he was finally making his way back to his biology class... everything seemed off. The teacher didn’t even yell at him when he slipped back into his seat. Everyone was mumbling in hushed whispers and some of them looked just as shocked as Santana did. Maybe she hadn’t gone off on him for no reason. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but it wasn’t right.
When: Tuesday, 17 Jan 2012
Rating: NC-17
Where: Janitor’s Closet
What: Blacking Out
Santana made it to the closet first. Her class was closer and really, there were better ways to spend the period. She made short work of her panties because after the messages they were just sending, she needed Puck like yesterday. What the fuck was taking him so long?
Puck snuck into the closet a few minutes later, squeezing in carefully as he shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it (he’d forgotten the last time). “Sorry I took so long. She was being a bitch about letting me go use the bathroom.” He shrugged a little. “It’s like she thought I was lying or something. But whatever.”
“You were,” Santana said with a chuckle as she pushed him back against the door. Her lips found his quickly and she tugged at his bottom one with her teeth. Her body pressed against his as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her ass. They didn’t have a lot of time and she wanted to get off at least twice before the bell rang.
He growled softly against her lips as he felt her push him back against the door, his jeans already becoming tight at the feeling of Santana flush up against him. His hands squeezed her ass lightly, deepening the kiss significantly as he slowly began to push her skirt up. “Help me out with these jeans, I need you right now.”
Reaching for his fly, Santana opened it with practiced ease. “Well, I definitely need you,” she said as she pushed his jeans down over his hips. She usually thought it was pretty gross that he refused to wear underwear, but she was glad for it now. “You said you couldn’t wait to fuck me against the wall. What are you waiting for?” Her gaze was hungry as it met his and she bit her bottom lip.
“Mm, it’s so hot when you get bossy.” Hiking one of Santana’s legs over his waist, he didn’t waste any time as he angled himself against her, his cock already hard as a rock from all the sexts they’d just been exchanging. With a soft groan he pushed himself into her. It was amazing how she always felt so good. It never lost it’s touch at all. “Fuck,” He cursed under his breath as he gave himself time to gain his bearings and for her to adjust.
Santana pushed herself up with her other leg, managing to wrap them both around his waist. She groaned loudly as she sank down on him, momentarily forgetting that they were in the closet at school and should definitely be quiet. “Mmm...God, you’re so deep,” she whimpered.
“You said you wanted me to fuck you...” He replied with a smirk. “Just doin’ what you wanted me to do.” He bit back a grunt as he steadied himself, arms settling on Santana’s waist as he bucked his hips into hers, savouring the feeling. If they were at home he was pretty sure he’d have her groaning like crazy, but he definitely didn’t want to get caught. That was the last thing that needed to happen. It wasn’t hot and neither one of them would get off.
She buried her face in his neck, biting down to keep from moaning. Her thigh muscles kind of burned, but she tightened them around him so that she could pull him closer. She rolled her hips forward, letting out a small noise every time he pressed into her. She was totally gonna get off twice if he kept hitting her spot like that.
“Fuck you feel good...” He mumbled against the crook of her neck, kissing the skin as he angled his hips to push even just a little bit better against her spot. If he had his way, he’d want her screaming and panting and all kinds of shit like that, but he’d totally settle for a compliment given the circumstances. A low groan rattling against from the back of his throat, he focused on her neck as his pace continued, nipping and sucking at the skin, intent to leave a mark.
Head falling back against the door, she focused on the feel of him grinding inside of her. They didn’t have a lot of time to drag this out and he was just hitting it just right. She felt her whole body tightening in anticipation. God, she just needed a little more. “Puck...just...more,” she whined in the back of her throat. “More of that.”
“You like that babe?” He growled, even though he already knew the answer to that. Fuck, he’d know the answer if she asked him the same thing. Their quickies were always the hottest. He didn’t get to drag it out and tease her, but fucking her just like she wanted and getting off with her as quick as possible was just hot as hell. There was the added bonus that it was sorta in public. His thighs burned as he kept up his rough pace, each thrust aiming for her clit as he was unable to hold back a groan. “Fuck, I’m ‘bout to shoot...”
She was right there. One more thrust and she’d be flying. She rotated her hips just as he was pressing upward and her back bowed. A moan ripped from her throat as she clenched around him and she writhed. “Puck!” She whimpered. Her arms tightening around his neck she tried to get her breathing back under control. Her eyes closed and the world went black.
He let out a groan as he felt Santana come undone, his hand tight around her waist as he allowed her to ride out her orgasm. It was only a few more thrusts before he was finished too, a guttural moan escaping from his lips as he came, spilling deep into her. Maybe it was just really good this time around, but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit dizzy as he shut his eyes, trying to focus and gain hold on the situation. He didn’t know what the hell was happening, but it felt a lot like passing out.
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Santana jolted awake. At least she thought she was awake. She couldn’t really see for a moment and her head fucking spun. She rubbed at her eyes and blinked a few times letting her eyes adjust to the darkness a little. It took her a moment to remember that she was in the janitor’s closet with... “Puck?” She called in a panicked voice. “Ohmygod, Puck!”
Puck had no idea what the hell had just happened. Everything was swimmy and he kinda felt like he’d just been roofied or some shit like that (not that he knew what roofies felt like). Last thing he remembered, he was having probably some of the hottest sex with Santana and then... he really couldn’t explain it. When Santana called out to him in a panicked voice, he shushed her. Not in a rude way, but to let her know he was there. “I’m here, babe. Calm down.”
The dream, it all came flooding back and panic bubbled up inside of her. What the hell had that been? Seriously, had she been holding a...she tried to move and realized he was still buried inside of her. She tightened around him and didn’t feel a condom. Shit! they hadn’t used a condom. “You’re-you’re not wearing a condom,” she mumbled, pushing at his shoulders. She moved to her knees quickly, separating their bodies. “Shit! Puck, you didn’t wear a condom!”
He looked at her freaking out and wasn’t sure what the hell she was going on about. “I don’t ever wear a condom though... I totally forgot to pull out though. Shit, sorry. But I’m pretty sure you can’t get pregnant if you have sex standing up. Like the sperm swim backwards or something like that.”
Santana scrambled to her feet, narrowly missing kicking him in the nuts. “Yeah, well what if I fucking get pregnant, Puck? Then what?” She snapped, searching for her panties. She found them flung on the step stool and pulled them on quickly. She felt sick to her stomach. How could she have been so fucking stupid?
He swallowed hard as he looked at her. She seemed pretty shaken up. “You know if you got pregnant I’d be there. I know I’m a lot of things but I’m not a deadbeat. What the hell is wrong? You’re acting like you’ve just seen a ghost or something. Ten minutes ago you wanted all up on this and now you’re concerned about getting pregnant? Seriously, what’s up?”
She opened her mouth to tell him what was still ingrained in her mind as clearly as he was sitting there looking up at her. “Yeah? Well, I don’t want a baby,” she bit out, shaking her head. Tears burned her eyes and she looked away from him. “If I get pregnant...I’ll get rid of it.”
“If you don’t want a baby then that’s fine... it’s your choice. It’s not mine.” He swallowed hard. This was too serious of a conversation for him. “But I’m just saying if it did happen and you wanted to keep it, I’d be there. I’m not like my dad.”
“Well, it’s not going to fucking happen. So, you don’t need to say anything at all,” Santana spat, crossing her arms. She was beyond pissed and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She fumbled for the door knob but managed to get it open. She needed to get out of there. She ran out of the closet and down the hall, not stopping until she was outside.
Puck took a deep breath as he relaxed against the wall of the closet. Why the fuck was she lashing out at him? Okay yeah, he’d kinda fucked up majorly, but he’d done it before on accident and she’d never been this pissed before. He ran his fingers through his mohawk as he watched her run off. Part of him thought that maybe he should follow her, but another part was telling him maybe she needed some space. She seemed so pissed, at him especially, that he wasn’t risking getting screamed at again.
Santana ran until she wasn’t on campus anymore. Her lungs burned, but she just kept running and running. She made it into the neighborhood that surrounded the school and stopped short. There before her were cars everywhere. People were laying on the ground while other gathered around pointing and talking excitedly. She blinked and looked around. What the hell had happened? She wondered as she watched people grow hysterical and realized that most of the cars had been in accidents. She peered closely at the car closest to her and saw that the driver was most definitely dead. Her stomach lurched and she leaned forward and puked. This was definitely not a good sign.
Puck had no idea what the hell was going on. When he finally stepped out of the janitor’s closet, he realized something wasn’t quite right. Yeah, he’d most definitely saw something and it seemed like Santana did too. But when he was finally making his way back to his biology class... everything seemed off. The teacher didn’t even yell at him when he slipped back into his seat. Everyone was mumbling in hushed whispers and some of them looked just as shocked as Santana did. Maybe she hadn’t gone off on him for no reason. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on, but it wasn’t right.