Fic: The 9 Times Puck and Lauren Had Sex (And the 1 time They Didn't)
It's late. Sorry. But it's finished. :) Only four more prompts after this one...
The Nine times Puck and Lauren Had Sex (And the One Time They Didn't)
Summary/background: Lauren is in college and runs into Puck at a party. They start a friends with benefits sort of relationship...or is it something more.
Rating: NC-17
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Disclaimer: Oh Lord I don't own them, if I did we would have a lot more scenes to gush over.
Warning: Not edited. Read at your own risk...
Challenge: Use all ten sex prompts (without blushing and chickening out) and form a story
Chapter 6: Shower!Sex
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Shower!Sex
Rain pounded steadily against the windows of his small apartment. He leaned back on the bed, left arm curled under his head as he listened to the rhythmic drops. Puck stared at the ceiling, counting the cracks, bored out of his mind. He knew he could go out, find some girl, kill time, but he didn't want to find some girl. He wanted one and she wasn't in town at the moment. Stupid, fucking wrestling match. Grabbing his cell phone from the bed next him, he grimaced. It was early. Really early.
Sitting up, he pointed the remote at the television and flipped through the channels until he found something mildly interesting. Stopping on ESPN, he moved back on the bed, pressing his back to the headboard. He grumbled to himself about the Jets winning. Frowned at the Brown's losing again. Nearly punched a wall at the gloating face of the Steelers coach. God he hated the Steelers. The commentators talked back and forth about quarterback ratings and who was the most valuable player this year. Puck didn't give a rat's ass about that. He just liked to watch the hits. It made him miss the feel of the pads on his shoulders, the grass under his hands, the ball tucked under his arm, the power of hitting another man twice his size to the ground.
The show continued on, but he had already lost interest. Staying home on a Saturday night wasn't his favorite thing to do. Shit he hasn't done it since he was like eight or something. That was about the time he figured out that hot women were much more exciting than toy trucks. He looked at his phone again and smiled a little to himself. Lauren should be done with her match by now. He waited. He knew that she would call. She always liked a little TLC after a match. When they were in high school, he found out that she got extra charged after a win and after a loss needed something to take her mind off it.
Either way, he got laid a lot after her wrestling meets. He licked his lips and looked in his drawer for his stash of condoms. His body was already reacting to the thought of having her pressed up against him, hot and needy. He pulled out a line of condoms and set them on his night table so he wouldn't forget them when he left his apartment to go to her dorm room. The phone on his bed buzzed and he looked at the caller ID. The left side of his mouth curled up, “You ready for me babe.”
“Puckerman,” she sighed. “Open your fucking door.” His eyebrows slammed together and he walked through the bedroom toward the front door. Sliding the chain off, he flipped the dead bolt and opened the door. She pulled the phone from her ear. “It's about time.”
He stepped aside and let her in, “What are you doing here, Zizes?” She dropped her gym bag on the floor, turning to face him. “I thought we were meeting in your dorm.”
“You mean you thought you would break into my room,” she challenged. Her eyes flashed and he suddenly knew exactly what was going on.
“How bad did you lose by?”
“I didn't lose,” she hissed. “I was fucking robbed! The mother fucking ref was dead set against me from the start. He said that I did an illegal move when I know for a fact everything I did was perfectly legal. I should have kicked him in the fucking nuts for throwing the match. Even coach Hines said I was the rightful winner.” She began pacing back and forth, her hands curling and uncurling. Anger radiated off of her in waves. She stopped pacing and looked at him. “You know the part that really pisses me off?” He shrugged, watching her face flush and her eyes darken with rage. “I think the only reason he threw the match is because I'm a girl. What kind of fucking shit is that?”
“Lauren,” Puck walked up to her and she looked away but not before he saw the tears in her eyes. He knew it frustrated her when guys acted like she couldn't beat them. Usually she kept those emotions close to the vest, rarely opening herself up to anyone. He's seen her break a couple of times and it always shocked him. Sometimes he forgot how much crap she went through being the best and a female. She blinked rapidly, trying to hold the tears at bay. “Hey, Zizes,” she met his eyes when he gently tilted her chin up. “Don't let some bastard do this to you. He isn't worth it.”
“I know,” she whispered. Her walls already forming again. She rolled her shoulders. “I need a shower. Can I use yours?”
He smirked, knowing at some good old fashion flirting was just the thing to make her smile. “Only if I can join you.”
“And if I say no,” she arched her eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. He shrugged, looking her up and down, licking his lips. Lauren sighed, rolling her eyes, but the small smile on her lips gave away her amusement. “Fine. Whatever. But don't hog the soap.” She picked up her bag and walked into the bedroom. He smiled to himself, following her slowly, enjoying all the images that were forming in his head. This was the first shower they've ever taken together and he couldn't wait to get her all wet and soapy. She walked into the bathroom while he grabbed a condom from the nightstand he placed them on. Leaning against the door frame, Puck watched her pin her hair up away from her face then she took her glasses off, placing them on the small counter next to the sink. He was once again reminded of how beautiful she really was. Their eyes met in the mirror. “What?”
“Nothing,” he shook his head, careful to keep his thoughts to himself and lifted his shirt over his head. She turned on the shower and then started to undress. He placed his hands over hers from behind and started kissing her neck slowly. Puck nipped at her ear, running his tongue along the rim. “Let me...”
She moaned, dropping her hands to the side. He took his time, removing her shirt, sliding his hands over her body, kissing her shoulder, her collarbone. He grinned into her skin as she purred deep in her throat. Her head fell back when his hands cupped her large breasts. Puck loved the weight of them in his hands. He loved her entire body. The curves, the supple skin, her ass, her face. All of it. He craved her in the night when he was alone.
Lauren turned in his arms and dropped her hands to his waistband. Working the button and zipper undone, she pushed his pants down. Puck stepped out of them before returning to removing her clothes. Once they were both naked, he walked her over to the shower. Steam engulfed them instantly and the hot water slid over their bodies. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him, capturing her mouth, sliding his tongue past her lips, tasting her. She moaned as he backed her up against the far wall. They could actually shower later. Right then he wanted to be buried so deep inside of her that he couldn't tell where he ended and she began. Her slick hands raked through his hair- what little he had- her nails scratching at his scalp.
He pulled her left leg over his hip and used his other hand to tease her. His fingers brushed against her sex, sliding up and down, never in. Her eyes snapped open and she glared at him. He chuckled at the expression, pushing one finger into her warm body. Lauren's head fell back against the tile wall, “More.”
Puck obliged, adding another finger, pumping them in and out of her. Her hands dropped to his shoulder, her nails dug into his skin, he hissed at the pain. He watched the different emotions play across her face. She bit her bottom lip, moaning. The sight aroused him and he couldn't take not being inside of her. Pulling his fingers from her, he reached over to where he placed the condom and quickly slipped it on his hard cock. Looking up, he saw her watching him, her blue eyes dark, her lips bruised. Sexy. She was so fucking sexy.
Grabbing her leg, he hooked it over his hip, aligning the tip of his cock with her wet entrance and pushed in. She gasped, holding on for dear life. Puck wanted to pound into her, he wanted to prolong it and make it last, he wanted to hear her scream and beg for more. He wanted it all. Bracing himself with one hand on the wall, he set the pace, alternating between hard thrusts and slow ones. Lauren panted, begging him for more. Her voice breathy. He shivered and pushed into her harder.
The tightening in his balls let him know he was almost there, but he would be damned before he let himself find pleasure before Lauren did. Bending down he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on the nub while his thumb pressed against her clit. She called out his name, almost in a prayer and came. Her hot body arching, giving him more of her breast to worship. After a few more hard thrusts, he grunted his own release. Her name dancing across his tongue. They slid down the wall, tangled up in each other. She wrapped her arms around him and grinned against his neck, “That was the dirtiest fucking shower I've ever had.”
Puck chuckled, kissing the top of her head, “You ain't seen anything yet, babe.
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