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Title: Honeypot
Author: Elgatoneun
Pairing,Character(s): Puck/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit sex, dirty talk, genderbender (boy with vagina)
Spoilers: None in particular, to be safe up to “Sectionals”
Summary: Puck likes to talk dirty and play with Kurt’s pussy.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They belong to Ryan Murphy and FOX.
Notes: This fic was written for the glee_kink prompt here. Reposted after my lovely beta maeby_sparrow went over this with her eagle eye and made it so much better. Any mistakes still evident are the fault of the author.
Kurt Hummel was very comfortably snuggled next Noah Puckerman as they spooned together on the saggy old couch in the Puckerman basement family room. Luckily, they had the house to themselves on a fine Sunday afternoon. The droning of the TV was making Kurt drowsy.
“Hey,” Puck whispered, nudging Kurt’s leg with his foot.
“Hm?” Kurt mumbled sleepily.
“Hey, wake up. I didn’t invite you over so you could sleep on me,” Puck grumbled. At Kurt’s non-response, he gave a shove that sent the smaller boy tumbling down onto the shag carpet.
“What the hell? You spent the last hour watching a stupid football game.” Kurt looked up at his boyfriend crossly. He could have been getting an aromatherapy facial right now instead of wasting his afternoon being used as Puck’s body pillow.
“Sorry, baby,” Puck propped his head on his hand and patted the recently vacated spot on the couch, smiling invitingly. “Let me make it up to you.”
Kurt damned his libido whenever it was faced with Puck and the possibility of sex. He bit back a sigh of defeat and sulkily climbed back onto the couch. Puck slid further back into the cushions and gestured for Kurt to lie down on his back.
“Scoot up a little, babe.”
“Stop calling me babe and baby. It’s like you can’t be bothered to remember my name among the vast hordes of people you’ve slept with. I’m surprised you didn’t just assign me a number . . . provided you could actually count that high.” Kurt remarked cattily.
“Are you finished at bitching at me?” Puck shot him a disgruntled look.
“Maybe,” Kurt mumbled under his breath.
Puck took that as his cue to lower his head and press his mouth to Kurt’s in a slow, teasing kiss, using his teeth to gently nip at the younger boy’s lips, coaxing them to open.
Puck licked into Kurt’s mouth with a long sweep of his tongue, deliciously exploring the sweetness within. Kurt responded with a low groan that started at the back of his throat and was shamelessly swallowed by his boyfriend’s mouth. Puck greedily sucked on the younger boy’s tongue taking as his due all of Kurt’s little whimpers and needy moans.
“Unbutton your pants for me.” Puck whispered against his ear, tickling the sensitive skin there.
Kurt complied, unzipping and tugging his jeans down just enough for the head of his cock to spring free.
“Oh, baby, you’re going commando for me?” Puck leered, “That is so hot.”
“Well, you told me to,” Kurt replied in a small voice, obviously embarrassed. His cheeks had a nice rosy blush.
“Yes I did. You deserve a reward for being such a good boy.”
Puck let his fingers trail down Kurt’s stomach and gently brushed his fingertips along the length of Kurt’s erection. It jerked in response.
Puck grinned evilly.
He pulled Kurt’s pants down to the knees and slid his hand up Kurt’s inner thigh, caressing the soft skin there.
Kurt shuddered and moaned. “Oh God, I’m going to hell, there’s a special circle of hell reserved for me.”
“Not hell, baby,” Puck twisted his hand, “I’m going to take you to heaven.”
“No, definitely, ooh, hell, the second level, mmm, is reserved for lust … lusters. Oh my God, y-you’re making me lose my - uh, w-words.” Kurt stuttered, lost in the sensations that Puck’s naughty, naughty hands were producing.
Puck smiled in triumph. He loved making his boyfriend lose control, especially like this.
“Well, I’ll be right there with you.” Puck palmed Kurt’s dick, rubbing his thumb around the sensitive head.
“No, you’ll be in the eighth level - oh please, yes, right there - with the vile, mmm, seducers,” Kurt breathed into Puck’s wicked mouth, letting himself be conquered by the older boy’s captivating tongue.
For the next several moments, only the moans of both boys and the sound of skin meeting skin permeated the room.
Puck pulled back a little, making Kurt whine in protest.
“I’m a vile seducer, huh? I guess that’s right.”
Puck lowered his hand further to find Kurt’s slit already damp with need. He rubbed up and down the seam of Kurt’s vagina with two firm fingers. The younger boy tilted his hips up slightly, silently begging for more.
“You’re already wet for me.” Puck declared, awed at his power over Kurt. He looked down at Kurt’s face, eyes huge and desperate for him. An overwhelming surge of lust made him kiss the boy roughly, biting at his lips with bruising force. Kurt made a sound of protest.
“Ow, you don’t have to maul me like a bear, I’m right here.” Kurt griped, bringing his hand up to feel around his lips. He frowned when he found blood.
Puck licked at Kurt’s lips tenderly in apology.
“You just make me so crazy.” Puck rubbed his hand down the length of Kurt’s dick and further down to his pussy. He gently dipped the tip of his forefinger inside, keeping his thumb rubbing the underside of Kurt’s dick.
“Oh God, please Noah,” begged the younger boy. Puck loved it when Kurt called him by his real name. It was his cue to really start torturing the boy.
“I’m going to make your sweet pussy cry.” Puck promised seductively, pushing two fingers into Kurt, twisting them roughly until he got those beautifully hungry moans.
“You’re such a fraud. Everyday, you’re dressed so neat and so put together, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth. But I know the real you. You’re such a hot little slut, squirming around on my fingers. You love it when I play with you, don’t you?”
Kurt’s face was beet red, either from embarrassment at Puck’s words or the fact that they were true.
“God, your pussy’s so wet for me. I bet I can make you cream your pants everyday, just by putting my fingers inside you. Would you like that?” Puck added another finger into Kurt’s hot little boypussy. He stretched his three fingers wide and felt a rush of slick wetness in response. Puck moaned, feeling heady with power.
“I’d like it. Maybe I’d fuck you with my rock hard cock. Or maybe I’d make you blow me until I came in your mouth. Make you swallow my come. Yeah, you’d like that too. But I think you like this more, don’t you?” Puck forced his fingers more deeply into Kurt’s tight channel.
“Don’t you?” Puck demanded hoarsely.
“Y-Y-Yes, I lov-ve it.” Kurt wailed as Puck’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot inside him. He was pushing his hips up and down, fucking himself on his evil boyfriend’s hand in an undulating rhythm. He was past caring what Puck was saying; everything he said just excited him more.
Puck slid his wet hand out, making Kurt howl in protest.
“Please, please, Noah, I need it, please.” Kurt moaned, sucking hungry kisses all over Puck’s neck and sinuously rubbing his body against Puck’s in supplication.
The older boy pulled just out of reach, calmly looking down at Kurt until he stilled.
“Hell is too good for you!” Kurt yelled, hands curling in frustration.
“Hey, don’t be like that. Don’t I always take care of you?” Puck asked quietly.
Kurt nodded reluctantly. Puck held his gaze and slowly brought his hand up to lick the fingers that had so recently been inside Kurt.
“I just wanted a taste.” Puck said licking his lips.
Kurt whimpered.
“You know, I was looking at some vintage porn the other day, and they had a name for a pussy like yours - honeypot. You like that?” Puck said casually, as if he were talking about the weather.
Kurt watched warily as Puck’s fingers drifted down to reach towards his cock. He gave it a light pat, like a dog.
Kurt growled. “I know how to jury rig your car so that the inevitable crash caused by brake failure will look like an accident.”
Instead of being frightened, Puck looked a little turned on at the threat.
“Now that’s not very nice,” Puck teased a finger along his Kurt’s wet slit, “and I want you to be very sweet for me. Cuz, you’re my sweet little honeypot, aren’t you?”
Kurt moaned his agreement frantically. Damn Puck and his sexy . . . everything.
“Now I wanna try out this thing that I read about,” Puck delved two fingers inside Kurt again. “Tighten up that pussy for me. Now keep it tight, that’s it. They said it makes it way more intense when you come.”
Kurt felt his pussy lips flutter around Puck’s questing fingers. He closed his eyes against the powerful sensations roiling inside him.
“C’mon baby, open those pretty eyes. I love this, making you so crazy hot for me. I do this to you and I make you feel like this. I want to see you when I make you come for me.” Puck whispered in a low husky tone, obviously overcome with desire.
Kurt’s eyes opened wide as his body climaxed, Puck’s words providing the catalyst for the most powerful orgasm Kurt had ever experienced.
Puck’s fingers stayed within Kurt’s clutching pussy, riding out every twitch and convulsion. It was heavenly for both of them.
Puck kissed Kurt softly on his forehead after the last shudders wrung out of Kurt’s body.
“Kurt, baby, are you okay?” Puck asked in concern.
“I think you may have finally broken me,” Kurt mumbled, his voice slurring from exhaustion.
Puck hauled Kurt up closer to his body for a cuddle. Unfortunately, that revealed the rather large wet spot now staining the couch.
They looked at each other.
“I’m not cleaning that up,” they said in unison.
Author: Elgatoneun
Pairing,Character(s): Puck/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit sex, dirty talk, genderbender (boy with vagina)
Spoilers: None in particular, to be safe up to “Sectionals”
Summary: Puck likes to talk dirty and play with Kurt’s pussy.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They belong to Ryan Murphy and FOX.
Notes: This fic was written for the glee_kink prompt here. Reposted after my lovely beta maeby_sparrow went over this with her eagle eye and made it so much better. Any mistakes still evident are the fault of the author.
Kurt Hummel was very comfortably snuggled next Noah Puckerman as they spooned together on the saggy old couch in the Puckerman basement family room. Luckily, they had the house to themselves on a fine Sunday afternoon. The droning of the TV was making Kurt drowsy.
“Hey,” Puck whispered, nudging Kurt’s leg with his foot.
“Hm?” Kurt mumbled sleepily.
“Hey, wake up. I didn’t invite you over so you could sleep on me,” Puck grumbled. At Kurt’s non-response, he gave a shove that sent the smaller boy tumbling down onto the shag carpet.
“What the hell? You spent the last hour watching a stupid football game.” Kurt looked up at his boyfriend crossly. He could have been getting an aromatherapy facial right now instead of wasting his afternoon being used as Puck’s body pillow.
“Sorry, baby,” Puck propped his head on his hand and patted the recently vacated spot on the couch, smiling invitingly. “Let me make it up to you.”
Kurt damned his libido whenever it was faced with Puck and the possibility of sex. He bit back a sigh of defeat and sulkily climbed back onto the couch. Puck slid further back into the cushions and gestured for Kurt to lie down on his back.
“Scoot up a little, babe.”
“Stop calling me babe and baby. It’s like you can’t be bothered to remember my name among the vast hordes of people you’ve slept with. I’m surprised you didn’t just assign me a number . . . provided you could actually count that high.” Kurt remarked cattily.
“Are you finished at bitching at me?” Puck shot him a disgruntled look.
“Maybe,” Kurt mumbled under his breath.
Puck took that as his cue to lower his head and press his mouth to Kurt’s in a slow, teasing kiss, using his teeth to gently nip at the younger boy’s lips, coaxing them to open.
Puck licked into Kurt’s mouth with a long sweep of his tongue, deliciously exploring the sweetness within. Kurt responded with a low groan that started at the back of his throat and was shamelessly swallowed by his boyfriend’s mouth. Puck greedily sucked on the younger boy’s tongue taking as his due all of Kurt’s little whimpers and needy moans.
“Unbutton your pants for me.” Puck whispered against his ear, tickling the sensitive skin there.
Kurt complied, unzipping and tugging his jeans down just enough for the head of his cock to spring free.
“Oh, baby, you’re going commando for me?” Puck leered, “That is so hot.”
“Well, you told me to,” Kurt replied in a small voice, obviously embarrassed. His cheeks had a nice rosy blush.
“Yes I did. You deserve a reward for being such a good boy.”
Puck let his fingers trail down Kurt’s stomach and gently brushed his fingertips along the length of Kurt’s erection. It jerked in response.
Puck grinned evilly.
He pulled Kurt’s pants down to the knees and slid his hand up Kurt’s inner thigh, caressing the soft skin there.
Kurt shuddered and moaned. “Oh God, I’m going to hell, there’s a special circle of hell reserved for me.”
“Not hell, baby,” Puck twisted his hand, “I’m going to take you to heaven.”
“No, definitely, ooh, hell, the second level, mmm, is reserved for lust … lusters. Oh my God, y-you’re making me lose my - uh, w-words.” Kurt stuttered, lost in the sensations that Puck’s naughty, naughty hands were producing.
Puck smiled in triumph. He loved making his boyfriend lose control, especially like this.
“Well, I’ll be right there with you.” Puck palmed Kurt’s dick, rubbing his thumb around the sensitive head.
“No, you’ll be in the eighth level - oh please, yes, right there - with the vile, mmm, seducers,” Kurt breathed into Puck’s wicked mouth, letting himself be conquered by the older boy’s captivating tongue.
For the next several moments, only the moans of both boys and the sound of skin meeting skin permeated the room.
Puck pulled back a little, making Kurt whine in protest.
“I’m a vile seducer, huh? I guess that’s right.”
Puck lowered his hand further to find Kurt’s slit already damp with need. He rubbed up and down the seam of Kurt’s vagina with two firm fingers. The younger boy tilted his hips up slightly, silently begging for more.
“You’re already wet for me.” Puck declared, awed at his power over Kurt. He looked down at Kurt’s face, eyes huge and desperate for him. An overwhelming surge of lust made him kiss the boy roughly, biting at his lips with bruising force. Kurt made a sound of protest.
“Ow, you don’t have to maul me like a bear, I’m right here.” Kurt griped, bringing his hand up to feel around his lips. He frowned when he found blood.
Puck licked at Kurt’s lips tenderly in apology.
“You just make me so crazy.” Puck rubbed his hand down the length of Kurt’s dick and further down to his pussy. He gently dipped the tip of his forefinger inside, keeping his thumb rubbing the underside of Kurt’s dick.
“Oh God, please Noah,” begged the younger boy. Puck loved it when Kurt called him by his real name. It was his cue to really start torturing the boy.
“I’m going to make your sweet pussy cry.” Puck promised seductively, pushing two fingers into Kurt, twisting them roughly until he got those beautifully hungry moans.
“You’re such a fraud. Everyday, you’re dressed so neat and so put together, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth. But I know the real you. You’re such a hot little slut, squirming around on my fingers. You love it when I play with you, don’t you?”
Kurt’s face was beet red, either from embarrassment at Puck’s words or the fact that they were true.
“God, your pussy’s so wet for me. I bet I can make you cream your pants everyday, just by putting my fingers inside you. Would you like that?” Puck added another finger into Kurt’s hot little boypussy. He stretched his three fingers wide and felt a rush of slick wetness in response. Puck moaned, feeling heady with power.
“I’d like it. Maybe I’d fuck you with my rock hard cock. Or maybe I’d make you blow me until I came in your mouth. Make you swallow my come. Yeah, you’d like that too. But I think you like this more, don’t you?” Puck forced his fingers more deeply into Kurt’s tight channel.
“Don’t you?” Puck demanded hoarsely.
“Y-Y-Yes, I lov-ve it.” Kurt wailed as Puck’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot inside him. He was pushing his hips up and down, fucking himself on his evil boyfriend’s hand in an undulating rhythm. He was past caring what Puck was saying; everything he said just excited him more.
Puck slid his wet hand out, making Kurt howl in protest.
“Please, please, Noah, I need it, please.” Kurt moaned, sucking hungry kisses all over Puck’s neck and sinuously rubbing his body against Puck’s in supplication.
The older boy pulled just out of reach, calmly looking down at Kurt until he stilled.
“Hell is too good for you!” Kurt yelled, hands curling in frustration.
“Hey, don’t be like that. Don’t I always take care of you?” Puck asked quietly.
Kurt nodded reluctantly. Puck held his gaze and slowly brought his hand up to lick the fingers that had so recently been inside Kurt.
“I just wanted a taste.” Puck said licking his lips.
Kurt whimpered.
“You know, I was looking at some vintage porn the other day, and they had a name for a pussy like yours - honeypot. You like that?” Puck said casually, as if he were talking about the weather.
Kurt watched warily as Puck’s fingers drifted down to reach towards his cock. He gave it a light pat, like a dog.
Kurt growled. “I know how to jury rig your car so that the inevitable crash caused by brake failure will look like an accident.”
Instead of being frightened, Puck looked a little turned on at the threat.
“Now that’s not very nice,” Puck teased a finger along his Kurt’s wet slit, “and I want you to be very sweet for me. Cuz, you’re my sweet little honeypot, aren’t you?”
Kurt moaned his agreement frantically. Damn Puck and his sexy . . . everything.
“Now I wanna try out this thing that I read about,” Puck delved two fingers inside Kurt again. “Tighten up that pussy for me. Now keep it tight, that’s it. They said it makes it way more intense when you come.”
Kurt felt his pussy lips flutter around Puck’s questing fingers. He closed his eyes against the powerful sensations roiling inside him.
“C’mon baby, open those pretty eyes. I love this, making you so crazy hot for me. I do this to you and I make you feel like this. I want to see you when I make you come for me.” Puck whispered in a low husky tone, obviously overcome with desire.
Kurt’s eyes opened wide as his body climaxed, Puck’s words providing the catalyst for the most powerful orgasm Kurt had ever experienced.
Puck’s fingers stayed within Kurt’s clutching pussy, riding out every twitch and convulsion. It was heavenly for both of them.
Puck kissed Kurt softly on his forehead after the last shudders wrung out of Kurt’s body.
“Kurt, baby, are you okay?” Puck asked in concern.
“I think you may have finally broken me,” Kurt mumbled, his voice slurring from exhaustion.
Puck hauled Kurt up closer to his body for a cuddle. Unfortunately, that revealed the rather large wet spot now staining the couch.
They looked at each other.
“I’m not cleaning that up,” they said in unison.