Fic: The 9 Times Puck and Lauren Had Sex (And the 1 time They Didn't)
And here we go with Chapter 7... Only three more. I can't believe it...
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
Prompt: Dirty Talk
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Chapter 7
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Dirty Talk-
It was expected now. He would show up at her place or she would show up at his and they would hook up. They stopped acting like it was going to end eventually because both knew it wasn't. He knew that he didn't want it to. Not just because it meant he got laid regularly but because he wanted to be with her regularly. Lauren always did do something to him. She made him work in high school to get her attention, made him want to stay faithful- which was something that never crossed his mind before- and always made his temperature raise when she was near him. Their break-up was one of the worse days of his life. A truth he never told anyone because that would make him seem like a fucking pussy. It wasn't dramatic or emotional, it just ended. High school was over for him, she still had a year left, he wanted to get the fuck away from there and she had to stay. Puck spent two years playing music in dive bars and clubs. It didn't make him rich, but it made him feel like a rock- star.
Until he realized he was missing something. The women in his hotel room, the beer always on tap, the music, it was all great, he enjoyed it, he wasn't going to lie and say he didn't, but it did feel like a piece of the puzzle was gone. So he came back. He got a job. Still sang in bars to earn a little extra cash. And he ran into Lauren at Sam's fraternity “End of the year” party right before classes let out for summer.
It was a hot summer. And the temperature outside had nothing to do with it. He smirked to himself. And pulled out his lock picking tools. She really should just give him the fucking key, it would save him the time- which granted wasn't much- of having to pick the lock on her dorm door. Before he could start though, the door opened and Lauren looked at him. “You could have just knocked,” she said in a deadpan voice. “You knew I was home.”
“Maybe I was hoping to catch you doing something naughty,” he responded with a grin that was purely sexual. She rolled her eyes and moved to the side. He looked around him, taking in the stack of books, papers spread out on the bed and the highlighter pressed behind her ear. “Busy?”
“Four tests,” she told him, closing the books and stacking the papers on her desk. “And one paper for my Ethics class- you know that epic pile of shit that I had to take to get my humanities credit.” She stood straight and rolled her eyes. “So yeah. A little busy at the moment.” Lauren looked at him tilting her head to the side, her teeth pulling on her lip. Puck's blood flowed south in a hurry. “But I think a break is just what I need.”
He grinned, arching his brow, moving to stand in front of her and took her face in his hands, sliding his fingers in her soft hair. He leaned in, kissing her slowly. Letting his lips linger and move. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing him closer. Her mouth opened on a sigh, sweet and sensual. Puck slipped his tongue between her parted lips. Her left hand curled around his neck, while her right moved down his chest, gripping his t-shirt. He removed his hands from her hair and slid them down her sides. He enjoyed her tiny gasps and sighs as he touched the sides of her breasts. The kiss they were sharing heated up. The need to be more deeply connected humming through his veins.
Taking the edges of her shirt in his hands, he lifted it up, breaking the kiss only to remove it completely. Her skin was flushed, pink and warm. “So sexy,” he whispered. “Do you know how hot you are?”
She smirked, “What do you think is sexy about me, Puckerman? What gets your juices flowing?”
“I like your skin,” he licked up her neck, nipping at it as he spoke, “I like the way it tastes. Salty and sweet. I like your breasts,” he cupped them in his hands, rolling his thumbs over the bra covered nipples. “It's so fucking hot when your nipples harden against my hands. I want to spend hours with my face buried between them.” Her breathing increased with each word he spoke, her nails curled into his biceps. “I like your eyes when they turn dark, almost black as you pant my name. I love the way your voice gets breathy when you are about to come.” Puck unhooks her bra and she lets the material fall at their feet. He leaned down, using his tongue as a brush against her breasts. “I enjoy sliding my cock,” he blew cold air on the nipple he was just suckling, she moaned, “in and out of your hot pussy. I love the way you lock your legs around my waist when you want me to push harder.”
She pulled him back up and pushed his shirt over his head aggressively. Lauren's mouth crashed to his. He undid her jeans and she did the same for him. Soon they stood in front of each other in their underwear. She pushed him backwards toward her bed. The backs of his knees hit the edge of the mattress and he fell onto it. Lauren knelt over him, kissing down his chest. Her hair sliding against his skin making him shiver.
Continuing his list, Puck said, “I love the way your mouth feels. Lauren, thinking about all the things your tongue can do can keep me up at night. I have to wrap my hand around my dick to find relief. I picture it's your hot little mouth, sucking me off...”
She arched her eye brow, eyes peeking up at him under her lashes and she flicked her tongue against his flat nipple. “I picture that too some nights.”
He leaned up, crossing his arms under his head, “What else do you think about?"
“I think about the way you feel. Hard muscles pressing me down into the mattress,” she caressed his arms. “I love the way sweat slides down your body while you fuck me. Your eyes get hooded. Dark with want. Like they are now.” She moved further down his body. “I like to dig my nails into your shoulder and hear you growl. I like that my name is always screamed when you come.” She pulled his boxers from his hips, kissing and licking the skin she exposed. “I love your mouth on my breasts. I like that you tease them until I can't see straight.” her mouth hovered over his cock. She removed his boxers completely, then wrapped her hand around his stiff member. “I like how hard and big you are.” Her hand moved up and down and her tongue flicked against the head. “You make me wet with just a look.”
“Are you wet now?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Yes,” she hissed.
He reached down and rolled them over. He pulled at her underwear, ripping the lace. She glared at him. “I'll buy you a new pair.”
“Damn straight you will,” she moaned, once his fingers pushed inside her. Not one, he didn't start slow, two were pumping in and out, driving her to the brink. He could see the emotions play across her face. “Oh, fuck. Now, Puck. I want it now.”
He didn't argue with her. All the talk and the touches had him on the edge too. He reached over to where she had her stash of condoms and quickly rolled one on. Puck settled between her legs and thrust into her hard. Her back arched off the bed. Her lips parted in a perfect “o”. Lauren's head turned to the side. Her fingers curled into the bedsheets, gripping them. He continued his punishing thrusts, leaning down to kiss her. His tongue mimicked his cock. In and out of her mouth. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him.
The bright light came quickly. He rolled her nipples between his fingertip, pulling on them. She came. Screaming his name, clawing at his skin. At almost the same time he climaxed as well. He collapsed in her arms, his body pressed her into the mattress, like she said she liked. He kissed her hard, holding her head in his hands, claiming every inch of her.
Reluctantly, he left her to take care of the condom and the wash up a bit. She was under the covers by the time he returned. Lauren lifted the sheet and he slid underneath them, pulling her into his side. She looked up, smiled then kissed him softly. They fell asleep wrapped up in each other.
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Next prompt: Oral (*blushes* Oh sweet Jesus)