"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 was a little shocked when Santana was suddenly on him, and he was in her. "What the fuck?" he demanded. "This is..." he was going to say stupid, but it felt too damn good.

His eyes drifted shut, even as he managed to say, "You get knocked up and I'm totally gonna kill you..."

[iwannabedirty]

"I'm on the pill, we'll be fine," Santana assured him. It wasn't like they'd never done this before.

She rolled her hips, taking him in deeper, and moaned, leaning forward to press her palms against his chest. This time, she was taking charge. She lifted up until just the tip of him was still inside her, then slammed down on top of him again, slowly building a steady rhythm as she rode him.

[jewhawk]

Her assurance was all Puck needed. He watched her as she rode him, enjoying that he didn't have to do anything. Puck was always the lazy type, and this was his kind of deal. His eyes traced the familiar curves of her body as she moved up and down.

"Fuck..." he hissed, reaching down to put his hands on her thighs.

[iwannabedirty]

Santana threw her head back, no longer keeping her moans in check. No one was there to hear her after all, and she was definitely feeling good. She leaned forward and ran down her hands down Puck's chest, continuing to bounce up and down on his dick. "Mmm, fuck, Puck," she murmured, kissing him hard.