"No" is a dirty word, never gonna say it first // "No" is just a thought that never crosses my mind

[iwannabedirty]

Who: iwannabedirty and jewhawk
What: "Studying"
When: Wednesday after school
Where: Puck's house
Rating: PG-13 for their terrible dirty mouths. Rating may go up! R-ish, getting to NC-17. In other words, NSFW as there be Pucktana sexytimes here

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[jewhawk]

Puck rolled his eyes. "What the fuck do I even have to learn Spanish for? You speak English, right? And you're the only person I know who speaks Spanish that I would talk to anyway..."

Still, he did as he was told and repeated her words carefully, but not carefully enough that it didn't sound terrible. "¿Querría bailar conmigo?" sounded a lot more like "Carry a buy lur amigo." Puck still hadn't quite figured out the difference in "conmigo and "amigo."

He pulled his textbook over to look at the words again. "I can't make those sounds!" he growled angrily, flopping across the bottom of the bed and putting his hands behind his head.

[iwannabedirty]

Santana had to give him credit: he was trying very hard to get the words right, but the words just didn't roll off his tongue like it did hers. "You need to learn Spanish because you need two credits to graduate high school, Puckerman! Fuck!"

Closing the book, she pushed it off his bed where it hit the floor with a thud. "Fine, forget it. We'll work on it more later." She slid down the bed and put her head on his chest. "Do you have any other homework you need help with?"

[jewhawk]

"Dammit," he shot back. "Why do we have to take stupid foreign language classes to graduate... I don't have to speak Spanish to run my pool cleaning business... Unless I hire Spanish people." The mohawk-sporting young football player had no clue whatsoever that there was a difference between Spanish people and Latinos, and furthermore, didn't really care. He knew it was hot when Santana spoke Spanish, but he didn't know what the fuck she was saying.

When Santana pushed the book away, Puck was far more satisfied. He hadn't really wanted to study much anyway... Just chill... or whatever... with Santana. His arm automatically went around her shoulders when she rested her head on his chest. It was weird, really, how comfortable this was. It wasn't like Puck wanted to date Santana, and he sure as hell didn't want to marry her, but they were just comfortable. Something about being with her was easy and relaxing... Maybe because she was easy

[iwannabedirty]

Santana was sorely tempted to correct Puck, to point out that Latinos and Spanish people? Not quite the same thing. But she knew he wouldn't care, so she just rolled her eyes and stayed silent. She almost preferred that Puck didn't understand her when she spoke Spanish, because, when she was irritated, she didn't always say the nicest things. That was when the language barrier came in handy.

She smiled and relaxed into his side when his arm went around her shoulders, smiling even bigger when he kissed the top of her head. She didn't see this affectionate side of Puck very often, but she did know he cared about her. Sure, they weren't dating, and she really had no plans to date him, but she did care a lot about him, and he was super hot, easy to be around and really good in bed

[jewhawk]

Puck's finger swirled little circles on Santana's bare shoulder as he lay there, eyes drifting closed. He enjoyed the peace and quiet. His mom and younger sister were out at some mother daughter thing at the temple, and having the house all to himself was a welcome change. But having the house to himself and Santana was even more welcome.

"Yeah, she does... And she smells weird... But whatever. Mom says she was in the Holocaust or something, and that I should learn to appreciate my Jewish heritage more..." He shrugged. "I appreciate being a Jew... We're awesome... But I don't see why that means I have to listen when Nana Connie yells at me..." A pause before he added, "Besides. Aren't grandmas supposed to be cool and spoil the shit out of you and stuff?"

Shrugging again, he turned slightly to adjust Santana's weight on his arm. She was by no means heavy, but his arm was going to sleep just the same.

[iwannabedirty]

"My abuela on Mama's side is like that," Santana said. "She's always buying us things and giving us money..." She grinned. "It's pretty awesome. She bought this for me." She held up her right hand to show off a cute silver ring on her pinky finger. "But I guess your mom's got a point. Like, you should respect your nana, especially if she was in the Holocaust, wow."

[jewhawk]

He guessed the ring was cute or whatever it was that girls called stuff like that, but he didn't really care all that much about a ring. His hand slid down her back to rest on her hip and he pulled her a little closer. "What are you, my mom now? Just because Nazis are assholes doesn't mean Nana Connie should yell at me? I mean, I'm not a fucking Nazi... I'm a Jew just like her."

He shrugged, before changing the subject. "My mom and sister won't be home til 8, y'know..."

[iwannabedirty]

"No, I'm not saying it's a reason to yell at you, it's just, like...that's pretty amazing, you know? That she made it through that," Santana explained. She didn't think Puck's nana really had any reason to yell at him. Then again, she didn't really know how he acted in front of her. She couldn't imagine he'd be a dick around his grandmother though.

Smirking, she slid up his side to lay completely on top of him. "Hmm... I think we can find something to do to pass the time..." Running her fingers through his mohawk, she pressed her lips firmly to his.

[jewhawk]

"Yeah... I mean, I guess it is pretty incredible. But shit, I bet she survived because the Nazis were scared of her." He laughed a little at the idea of his nana telling some gestapo dude to clean up or something. "She mostly tells me I'm a terrible Jew all the time," he said, shrugging.

Puck grinned dangerously as the Latina girl perched on top of him. His hands went down to touch her legs. "You're the coolest chick ever," he said, before going for another kiss.

[iwannabedirty]

"Damn right I am," Santana breathed, smirking before kissing him again. She lifted up to tug Puck's shirt up and slid her hands over his abs, liking how they sort of rippled under her fingers. Slowly, she slid her hands up further to play with his nipple ring. Breaking the kiss, she pushed his shirt off him completely and began kissing her way up his stomach.

[jewhawk]

Santana's hands were a little cooler than Puck's skin, and when she touched him, he shivered ever so slightly. There was nothing like Santana Lopez to make a man feel good. The way she played with his nipple ring drew a sharp breath from the boy. There was something about the way she did it that made his stomach feel weird... but in a good way he couldn't really explain.

Her lips on his stomach made the muscles tense. He reached down to run his hands through her hair, before tucking his arms behind his head to watch her work.

[iwannabedirty]

Santana peered up at him as she changed direction, kissing just above his jeans. One hand moved down to cup him through his jeans, while she stretched forward to tongue his nipple ring.

[jewhawk]

He gasped. There was something so simple about being with Santana. They both knew what they wanted... And that was as much good sex as possible with no strings attached. They'd managed some kind of weird friendship, too, which was a nice bonus.

His eyes drifted shut and he leaned his head back at the feel of her against him. "Fuck..." he hissed, reaching down to slide his hands up her tiny Cheerios skirt.

[iwannabedirty]

Santana moaned softly when Puck's hands slid up her skirt. She'd taken off he spanx when she'd gotten here and shoved them in her Cheerios bag -- they were just so damn constricting -- so all she had left under that skirt were very thin panties.

Without further invitation, she nimbly popped open the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down, yanking the jeans down to his knees and leaving him to get rid of them completely. She took hold of him through his boxers and squeezed, smirking up at him.

[jewhawk]

Smirking up at her, Puck realized that she wasn't exactly in full Cheerios uniform. "Does Coach Sylvester know that you're rocking the easy access version of your uniform?" he asked, eyebrow raised as he shifted to allow her to get his jeans off.

As her hand found him, despite the barrier of his boxers, Puck grunted, kicking his jeans the rest of the way off. With a possessive growl, he hooked his arm tight around Santana's waist, and flipped them so that he was on top of her, his other arm holding him up over her as he grinned down at her.

[iwannabedirty]

"You really think that's information I would share with Coach Sylvester? She'd have my head on a fucking platter. Besides, I had spanx on at school. I took them off just for you," Santana cooed teasingly.

She squealed when he flipped them over but grinned up at him and leaned up for a quick, hard kiss. Hooking her fingers into his boxers, she gave a tug and pulled them down, licking her lips at what appeared. "Looks like someone's happy to see me," she murmured.