Fic: The 9 Times Puck and Lauren Had Sex (And the 1 time They Didn't)
Um...
Yeah...
This prompt...
*blushes*
Read at your own risk...
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
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
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Chapter 8: Oral
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Oral:
They were at his apartment. She was wearing barely anything, light skin showing. Her right leg curled up under her, while she used an end table as a desk. The light from the single lamp, casting a glow on her hair, bring out the reds and dark browns. She looked sinfully gorgeous.
It was distracting.
It wasn't fair.
It was hot as hell.
He wasn't allowed to touch her yet. Shit!
Lauren rolled her tongue across her lips, pulling her bottom one in between her teeth. Pulling the pink skin taunt. He nearly groaned. Such a simple act, but he felt the blood shift south. Her hair was flipped to the side, exposing her neck and the hickey he made the night before. Puck grinned, a predatory part of him coming out. The dark mark on her pale skin was a brand. His brand. His lips and teeth had made it while his body moved within hers. His eyes followed the line of her neck, watching her breasts subtly raise and fall with each breath she took. The shirt she was wearing, an old Ramone's shirt her uncle had given her from when he went to see them in concert ages ago, was tight against her chest as she leaned over to read the line in her text again.
Damn! This shit wasn't fair. He was hard and hot and she was studying and told him that if he touched her before she was ready he would lose little Puck forever. And even the way she said that was enough to make him want to slam her to the bed and fuck her until neither of them could walk again. Her voice was dark but slightly sweet. Dropping in tone. The promise of if he was a good boy, he would get a treat clearly there. Puck arched his eyebrow, his mind wandering into naughty places he knew he shouldn't go- at least not when she couldn't go with him or he could jerk off to the thoughts in his head.
Leaning back against the headboard of his bed, he closed his eyes and indulged a little in his musings. He thought about her leaning over him, her black bra barely keeping in her straining breasts. Hard nipples poking against the material, begging to be released and lavished with attention. Lauren's lips, pump and slightly bruised from their kisses, slid along his jaw. Nipping lightly at his skin. Her hands moved over his chest, flicking his flat nipples, twisting them a couple of times. Her lips turned up in a smile at the low groan that escaped his throat. She licked at his neck, tracing the line with her tongue, blowing on the wet line. It made him shiver. His hands itched to grab her and pin her underneath him, but she wanted to be in charge this time so he curled his fingers into the material of his bed sheets.
Her lips continue down his body, placing open mouthed kisses along his collarbone and chest. She latches on to his nipple, using her teeth to pull on it gently. He arched his back, his hands flying to her hair, holding her there. Lauren let go, shaking her head. “No touching,” she purred. Getting up, she walked away from the bed. “Puckerman,” she licked her lips from the end of the bed, running her hands down her front. “I told you no touching.” Her blue eyes darken, “What are you thinking about?” He opened his mouth, only a low growl escape as she slowly pushed a bra strap down her arm. “Sorry didn't catch that...” His eyes snapped open at the sharp, “Puckerman!” Lauren stood where his fantasy Lauren was at the end of the bed. Her hands rested on her hips and her eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a knowing smile on her sassy lips, “What were you thinking about?”
“Oh,” he got up on his knees in the middle of the bed, “I think you know.”
“Why don't you tell me anyway,” she moved closer to him with each word, kneeling on the bed once she hit the edge of the mattress.
“How about I show you, babe,” he growled at her, acting quickly and pinning her to the bed. His hands were under her shirt in moments, his fingers working her nipples into hard points. Her breath got caught in her throat and she arched against him. He took advantage of her movement to remove the shirt from her body before returning to those large breasts under the black lace of her bra. Puck cupped the sides, pushing them together as he kissed along the edges of the material. Her once pale skin turned pink, flushed with arousal. Her hands wrapped around his head, holding him to her. He smiled deviously against her chest, licking the valley between them. With a flick of his wrist her bra released and she helped him remove it from her body. He leaned up a little, looking at her, her blue eyes had gone dark and wild, her teeth were gnawing on her bottom lip. Her hair was spread on behind her. She looked like a wet dream come to life. Moving back up her body, he kissed her hard. Pouring all his passion and need into the connection. She gripped his naked shoulders, her nails scraping against his back. Breaking the kiss, she was panting, withering under him. He grinned, “Fuck, you're gorgeous,” he hissed in her ear a second before biting it.
Lauren grabbed his ass, pushing his lower body into hers, rolling her hips up. The friction caused them both to moan. It took everything, every ounce of will power he possessed to move away. He didn't want to make this a short fuck. He wanted to have her come screaming his name repeatedly. Sliding back down her body, he circled her navel with his tongue, around and around. Her moans grew breathier, needier the closer he got to where she wanted him most. He pulled her shorts and underwear over her hips and down her legs, throwing them in the direction of his bedroom door. He sat up on his knees to look at her. Naked. Wanting. Puck licked his lips. His cock hardened even more, straining painfully against his boxer briefs.
He got off the bed and knelt on the carpeted floor, pulling her by her ankles toward him. He looped both her knees over his shoulders and kissed the inner thigh of her left leg, moving up. The muscles of her legs tightened, her whole body tensed the higher he went, the closer he got to the hot sex between her thighs. Reaching the juncture of her hip and leg, he licked up the crease, blowing on her warm, wet center, before bypassing it completely and repeating the actions on her right leg. Her frustrated growl made him chuckle.
“You're,” she paused to let out a breathy sigh, “a”, another moan, “bastard,” she finished on a scream as he covered her pussy with his mouth. “Oh fuck!”
Puck used his tongue up and down, curling it around her clit, sucking it into his mouth. He teased her slowly, making her tense and cry out. She gripped the back of his head, pushing her ankles into his back, yearning for the release she knew he could give her. His smirk against her only lasted a second before he decided to give her what she needed. He pushed his tongue into her. In and out, twirling it around her hot channel. The taste of her was like honey in his mouth. Hot, sweet honey. He closed his eyes, savoring it, licking more of her juices. She let go of his head, curling her hands in the sheets instead. Puck looked up at her, watching her, waiting for the moment when she broke. Lauren body went taunt for a second, before she came on his tongue. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.
Using his fingers in place of his mouth, he kissed her hard. She gasped as he slipped his tongue in, giving her a taste of herself. She rocked into his hand, riding the last waves of her orgasm. She went boneless against him and he broke the kiss. Her eyes opened, soft blue looking up at him with a “just fucked” smile on her lips. As happy as he was that she was feeling good, he wasn't satisfied. Lauren didn't scream his name and that's what he wanted. Giving her some time to recover, Puck leaned over and grabbed a condom from his nightstand. She took it from his hand and ripped it open with her teeth. He stood from the bed and quickly removed his boxer briefs, his cock springing free. Wrapping her hand around the base of it, she stuck the condom between her lips and unrolled it onto his dick with her mouth. His head fell back as she got a rhythm going. Up and down, her mouth sucking hard, her tongue working him when she moved up.
Her eyes peeked up at him, a smirk on her mouth. Oh fucking hell, his girl was hot. After a few minutes, he couldn't take anymore and he gently pushed her off of him. Her mouth let go of his cock with a pop and she licked her lips. Puck growled pushing her back, wasting no time in sliding his manhood into her. She locked her legs around his waist meeting him with every thrust of his hips. Their movements were frantic and rushed. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other. Lauren started swearing. Her teeth nipping at his shoulder hard. He held her tighter against him, slamming into her over and over. He felt her start to shake. The ankles at his back, tightened. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered against his skin. “PUCK!”
And that's all it took to sent him spiraling after her. Her scream. His name. Knowing that he made her feel like this. He called her name to the heavens as the pleasure pulsed through him. They clung to each other as the world righted itself. Their kisses grew softer and their hearts returned to a normal beat. He smiled against her mouth and said in his head, “I love you, Lauren.” To her he said, “Damn you rock my world.”
Her laughter was the sound he fell asleep to.
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Next prompt: Toys.... (...yeah... *faints from embarrassment*)
Yeah...
This prompt...
*blushes*
Read at your own risk...
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
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
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Chapter 8: Oral
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Oral:
They were at his apartment. She was wearing barely anything, light skin showing. Her right leg curled up under her, while she used an end table as a desk. The light from the single lamp, casting a glow on her hair, bring out the reds and dark browns. She looked sinfully gorgeous.
It was distracting.
It wasn't fair.
It was hot as hell.
He wasn't allowed to touch her yet. Shit!
Lauren rolled her tongue across her lips, pulling her bottom one in between her teeth. Pulling the pink skin taunt. He nearly groaned. Such a simple act, but he felt the blood shift south. Her hair was flipped to the side, exposing her neck and the hickey he made the night before. Puck grinned, a predatory part of him coming out. The dark mark on her pale skin was a brand. His brand. His lips and teeth had made it while his body moved within hers. His eyes followed the line of her neck, watching her breasts subtly raise and fall with each breath she took. The shirt she was wearing, an old Ramone's shirt her uncle had given her from when he went to see them in concert ages ago, was tight against her chest as she leaned over to read the line in her text again.
Damn! This shit wasn't fair. He was hard and hot and she was studying and told him that if he touched her before she was ready he would lose little Puck forever. And even the way she said that was enough to make him want to slam her to the bed and fuck her until neither of them could walk again. Her voice was dark but slightly sweet. Dropping in tone. The promise of if he was a good boy, he would get a treat clearly there. Puck arched his eyebrow, his mind wandering into naughty places he knew he shouldn't go- at least not when she couldn't go with him or he could jerk off to the thoughts in his head.
Leaning back against the headboard of his bed, he closed his eyes and indulged a little in his musings. He thought about her leaning over him, her black bra barely keeping in her straining breasts. Hard nipples poking against the material, begging to be released and lavished with attention. Lauren's lips, pump and slightly bruised from their kisses, slid along his jaw. Nipping lightly at his skin. Her hands moved over his chest, flicking his flat nipples, twisting them a couple of times. Her lips turned up in a smile at the low groan that escaped his throat. She licked at his neck, tracing the line with her tongue, blowing on the wet line. It made him shiver. His hands itched to grab her and pin her underneath him, but she wanted to be in charge this time so he curled his fingers into the material of his bed sheets.
Her lips continue down his body, placing open mouthed kisses along his collarbone and chest. She latches on to his nipple, using her teeth to pull on it gently. He arched his back, his hands flying to her hair, holding her there. Lauren let go, shaking her head. “No touching,” she purred. Getting up, she walked away from the bed. “Puckerman,” she licked her lips from the end of the bed, running her hands down her front. “I told you no touching.” Her blue eyes darken, “What are you thinking about?” He opened his mouth, only a low growl escape as she slowly pushed a bra strap down her arm. “Sorry didn't catch that...” His eyes snapped open at the sharp, “Puckerman!” Lauren stood where his fantasy Lauren was at the end of the bed. Her hands rested on her hips and her eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a knowing smile on her sassy lips, “What were you thinking about?”
“Oh,” he got up on his knees in the middle of the bed, “I think you know.”
“Why don't you tell me anyway,” she moved closer to him with each word, kneeling on the bed once she hit the edge of the mattress.
“How about I show you, babe,” he growled at her, acting quickly and pinning her to the bed. His hands were under her shirt in moments, his fingers working her nipples into hard points. Her breath got caught in her throat and she arched against him. He took advantage of her movement to remove the shirt from her body before returning to those large breasts under the black lace of her bra. Puck cupped the sides, pushing them together as he kissed along the edges of the material. Her once pale skin turned pink, flushed with arousal. Her hands wrapped around his head, holding him to her. He smiled deviously against her chest, licking the valley between them. With a flick of his wrist her bra released and she helped him remove it from her body. He leaned up a little, looking at her, her blue eyes had gone dark and wild, her teeth were gnawing on her bottom lip. Her hair was spread on behind her. She looked like a wet dream come to life. Moving back up her body, he kissed her hard. Pouring all his passion and need into the connection. She gripped his naked shoulders, her nails scraping against his back. Breaking the kiss, she was panting, withering under him. He grinned, “Fuck, you're gorgeous,” he hissed in her ear a second before biting it.
Lauren grabbed his ass, pushing his lower body into hers, rolling her hips up. The friction caused them both to moan. It took everything, every ounce of will power he possessed to move away. He didn't want to make this a short fuck. He wanted to have her come screaming his name repeatedly. Sliding back down her body, he circled her navel with his tongue, around and around. Her moans grew breathier, needier the closer he got to where she wanted him most. He pulled her shorts and underwear over her hips and down her legs, throwing them in the direction of his bedroom door. He sat up on his knees to look at her. Naked. Wanting. Puck licked his lips. His cock hardened even more, straining painfully against his boxer briefs.
He got off the bed and knelt on the carpeted floor, pulling her by her ankles toward him. He looped both her knees over his shoulders and kissed the inner thigh of her left leg, moving up. The muscles of her legs tightened, her whole body tensed the higher he went, the closer he got to the hot sex between her thighs. Reaching the juncture of her hip and leg, he licked up the crease, blowing on her warm, wet center, before bypassing it completely and repeating the actions on her right leg. Her frustrated growl made him chuckle.
“You're,” she paused to let out a breathy sigh, “a”, another moan, “bastard,” she finished on a scream as he covered her pussy with his mouth. “Oh fuck!”
Puck used his tongue up and down, curling it around her clit, sucking it into his mouth. He teased her slowly, making her tense and cry out. She gripped the back of his head, pushing her ankles into his back, yearning for the release she knew he could give her. His smirk against her only lasted a second before he decided to give her what she needed. He pushed his tongue into her. In and out, twirling it around her hot channel. The taste of her was like honey in his mouth. Hot, sweet honey. He closed his eyes, savoring it, licking more of her juices. She let go of his head, curling her hands in the sheets instead. Puck looked up at her, watching her, waiting for the moment when she broke. Lauren body went taunt for a second, before she came on his tongue. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.
Using his fingers in place of his mouth, he kissed her hard. She gasped as he slipped his tongue in, giving her a taste of herself. She rocked into his hand, riding the last waves of her orgasm. She went boneless against him and he broke the kiss. Her eyes opened, soft blue looking up at him with a “just fucked” smile on her lips. As happy as he was that she was feeling good, he wasn't satisfied. Lauren didn't scream his name and that's what he wanted. Giving her some time to recover, Puck leaned over and grabbed a condom from his nightstand. She took it from his hand and ripped it open with her teeth. He stood from the bed and quickly removed his boxer briefs, his cock springing free. Wrapping her hand around the base of it, she stuck the condom between her lips and unrolled it onto his dick with her mouth. His head fell back as she got a rhythm going. Up and down, her mouth sucking hard, her tongue working him when she moved up.
Her eyes peeked up at him, a smirk on her mouth. Oh fucking hell, his girl was hot. After a few minutes, he couldn't take anymore and he gently pushed her off of him. Her mouth let go of his cock with a pop and she licked her lips. Puck growled pushing her back, wasting no time in sliding his manhood into her. She locked her legs around his waist meeting him with every thrust of his hips. Their movements were frantic and rushed. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other. Lauren started swearing. Her teeth nipping at his shoulder hard. He held her tighter against him, slamming into her over and over. He felt her start to shake. The ankles at his back, tightened. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered against his skin. “PUCK!”
And that's all it took to sent him spiraling after her. Her scream. His name. Knowing that he made her feel like this. He called her name to the heavens as the pleasure pulsed through him. They clung to each other as the world righted itself. Their kisses grew softer and their hearts returned to a normal beat. He smiled against her mouth and said in his head, “I love you, Lauren.” To her he said, “Damn you rock my world.”
Her laughter was the sound he fell asleep to.
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Next prompt: Toys.... (...yeah... *faints from embarrassment*)