Fic: The 9 Times Puck and Lauren Had Sex (And the 1 time They Didn't)
So this was a mini challenge to myself. I've posted that Puck and Lauren are very sexual beings in my story, but I haven't actually written any sex scenes. Well this story is pure sex. It's based on a ten prompt table I saw and I decided to take each prompt and write one piece of a story with it. Meaning if all goes to plan there should be ten chapters. Please be gentle. *bites nails*
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: Oh NC-17...not for kiddies
Feedback: Please and thank you
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 1: Spanking
Spanking-
Lauren arched her eyebrow, her eyes widening a little at him standing half naked in her room. She wasn't expecting him. Not in the middle of the day. And definitely not like this. How the fuck did he get in here anyway? She knew she locked the door before going to class. Turning around she shut her dorm room door then looked back at him.
“Like what you see,” he asked, cockiness bleeding through his words. She would never, ever admit to it, but he had every right to be cocky. He was hot and knew how to make her whimper. “Why don't you come a little closer, babe?”
“What the hell are you doing here, Puckerman?” Lauren didn't budge from her place by the door. “Aren't you supposed to be at work or something?”
“Ditched,” he shrugged, the muscles of his upper body flexing with the movement. Her tongue came out to wet her suddenly very dry lips. “Had more important things to do.”
“Oh really,” she asked, slowly moving toward him, her hands itching to touch his body. Fucking jerk knew what he was doing. Asshole! They promised the last time would be the last time. They really needed to stop this. Their relationship ended in high school- or that's what they told everyone. In actuality, they've been secretly sleeping together for months. Ah, college. Run into an ex-boyfriend at a party, have a drink with ex-boyfriend, promise to be friends with ex-boyfriend, spend the night fucking ex-boyfriend's brains out, tell ex-boyfriend it will never happen again, repeat. It's the circle of life. “And what could be so important?”
He didn't answer her, just pulled her toward him roughly, crushing her mouth to his. She whimpered. Lauren liked to be in charge, but sometimes it was so much hotter not to be- at least with him. Her other lovers have tried to do this very same thing and she's kneed them hard in the balls for their efforts. Her nails scratched at his back, leaving red marks, leaving her mark. He bit at her bottom lip, nipping at the flesh sharply. She gasped as fire settled in her lower belly, spreading outward. Puck used the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, dueling with hers.
His hands yanked at the material of her sweater, pulling it off her shoulders and down her arms, forcing her to remove her hands from his body. She growled deep in her throat, throwing the sweater across the room, as he reached down and lifted her dress. His fingers brushed against her outer thighs, Lauren broke the kiss- needing oxygen- and moaning slightly. The cool air-conditioned air against her skin made her shiver. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close once again. Only her bra and underwear and his boxers separated them.
Puck let his hand slide down to her ass, gripping the rounded flesh tightly, bringing them in closer contact. Feeling his erection between them, she reached down and pressed her palm to the bulge. He let out a purely guttural moan. She smirked into the side of his neck, using her tongue to slowly trace the line of his throat. Lauren rubbed him through his boxers, alternating between squeezing her hand around him and brushing her finger tips against him. The sharp slap of his hand on her ass caused her to jump. She pulled back, arching her eyebrow in a 'Are you fucking kidding me' sort of way.
Puck gave her another slap and then leaned in to kiss her. Between kisses, he growled, “It's not nice to tease.” His hand slipped around her body to where her thighs met. He rubbed his thumb against her warm center through her underwear. She tensed, gripping his shoulders tightly, digging her nails in. Her hips rocked into his hand as he pushed the material aside to slip a finger into her. Lauren bit her lip, drawing blood. She gasped in annoyance when he pulled out. “See what I mean?”
“You're an asshole,” she breathed a half a second before he turned them eased her to the bed.
“Maybe,” he chuckled against her flesh of her upper chest as he worked the clasp of her bra, “but I'm the asshole that's about to make you scream his name.”
“You wish,” Lauren snarked. He threw the bra over his shoulder and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, working his tongue over the hardening nub. Puck rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Oh holy fucking God.”
He grinned- damn him- and switched his mouth over to the other side. Her need to have him was overwhelming her. He knew what she liked too well. Knew her body too well. That's why the last time was never going to be the last fucking time. Lauren pushed his boxer shorts over his ass, deciding a little turn-a-about was fair play. She raised her hand, waited a second, then brought it down. His head shot up and he looked at her with an expression of surprise.
“It's not nice to tease,” she mocked.
He couldn't stop the smirk from forming anymore than she could. They leaned into each other and kissed passionately. The time for play was over. Her underwear and his boxers found their way onto the floor next to the rest of their clothes. She moved up the bed with him following her and reached into her nightstand for a condom. Puck took the small package from her and ripped the wrapper with his teeth- which she found to be incredibly sexy. He rolled it on his cock then reached for her. She went to him readily, needing this so damn much. Feeling him pushing at her opening slowly was agonizing because she wanted it now, harder, more, it all. Lauren wrapped her legs around his waist and used her ankles at the base of his back to push him into her. Her eyes closed once it was deep within her body.
Puck let out a groan of pleasure that she match with a moan of her own. Their pace was frantic, desire pulsing between them- driving them toward the bright, warm heaven that awaited them. It wasn't long before she felt her body tighten, felt the first brushes of ecstasy seep in. Her words became broken sentences of nonsense- his name the only one to really stand out. He sensed it too, reaching between them to rub at her clit. The added simulation was all it took to send her spiraling into a deep sea of rapture. Fucker was right. She did scream his name as she came. Puck thrust harder into her following her into that sea soon after- her name on his lips. Collapsing onto his elbows, he leaned down to kiss her. She moaned into mouth, happy with his sweaty body against hers. He got up to remove and dispose of the condom then returned to her bed.
She rested her head half on his shoulder and half on the pillow. Her eyes were drooping- nothing like hot sex to wear a girl out- but something was still nagging her, “So how in the hell did you get into my room?”
He chuckled, “You really think a dorm room lock is a match for me?” Their eyes met and she arched her eyebrow. “Picking that thing was like cutting butter with a hot knife.”
Lauren knew she should be pissed and she was sure she would be later, but right then all she could think was- Thank God she dated a juvenile delinquent because surprise afternoon sex was awesome!