"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]

"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

[jewhawk]

His eyes rolled back a little when her hand went to work, and he felt a familiar tightness in his stomach. "Yeah..." he managed to say. "Your mouth... your hands... whatever..."

He reached for her skirt zipper, and once again, in a short moment, he'd gotten her out of it. Now all that remained between them was her bra and panties, and Puck would make quick work of getting rid of them, too. But first, he pulled her back in for another kiss.

[iwannabedirty]

Santana liked kissing. It was her favorite part of foreplay, and it made her feel a little more connected to Puck. She knew they weren't by any means exclusive, but she liked to pretend sometimes. Because Puck, no matter what other people might think, actually treated her well and was a good friend to her, not just a frequent lay.

Breaking the kiss, she sat up, pushing Puck back onto his knees. She bent down and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock before taking the head into her mouth and slowly sucking in more.

[jewhawk]

"Fuck, San..." he breathed as her mouth enveloped him. He'd been busy at work trying to get her out of her bra and panties, but her quick work had him leaning back on the bed, shivering.

Groaning, he pushed back again, capturing her for another kiss as he unhooked her bra, and pulled it off, lips going immediately to circle one nipple, while his hand absently teased the other.

[iwannabedirty]

Santana moaned, laying back and taking Puck with her while he played with her nipples. Kissing the side of his head, she ran her fingernails lightly down his back, squeezing his ass and using all that Cheerios-necessary strength to pull him between her legs.

[jewhawk]

Puck stripped Santana out of her panties in one fluid motion, before reaching for his bedside table's supply of Trojans. He rolled a condom on quickly before pressing a kiss to her hip.

Smirking, he thrust his fingers into Santana, teasing her mercilessly with his hands, as his lips traced hot kisses over her stomach.

[iwannabedirty]

"Fuck," Santana groaned, digging her nails deeper into Puck's shoulders. She lifted her hips, letting his fingers move deeper, her eyes rolling back into her head for a few moments.

[jewhawk]

Pulling himself up over top of her, Puck gripped her hips tight and thrust himself into her, stopping there as he filled her all the way. Sweat raising on his skin, the young man, slid his arms underneath her to pull her close again so he could kiss her hard... the gentleness was gone from his actions, and in its place was raw need. He pulled out, then thrusted again, his hips starting to keep up a rhythm as he pounded into her over and over.

[iwannabedirty]

"Oh!!" Santana hooked her legs around Puck's waist, lifting her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. She could feel the sweat beginning to run down her, but all she was concerned with was the pounding rhythm of Puck inside her. She knew he liked it rough, and she so wasn't going to protest. Her arms looped tightly around his neck as she kissed him back with equal force.

[jewhawk]

Santana's reaction only drove him harder. The promise of release was building, and Santana wanted it as much as he did. Maybe that was why Puck liked being around her so much... Because she was a lot like him.

Another grunt, as he thrusted harder and harder. His arms wrapped tight around her, and her kiss hard on his lips, Puck kept up his calculated motion, wanting to be even deeper inside her, and pounding into her harder as if he could push deeper than he already was.

[iwannabedirty]

"Fuckfuckfuck," Santana chanted, pressing her face into his shoulder. "God, baby, I love your big dick inside me," she whispered, biting his earlobe. She spread her legs a little more, trying to get him to move deeper -- if that was even possible -- and rocking her hips against him.

[jewhawk]

Santana's dirty talk made Puck smirk. Only a chick as cool as Santana would talk to him like that. He was growled in her ear, before his teeth sunk in to her place where her neck met her shoulder. He didn't bite her hard enough to truly hurt, but it would leave a mark. He wanted it to. He liked the idea of people seeing the marks he left on her. They weren't exclusive for sure, but right now, in his bed, Puck owned her, and he liked the idea that she couldn't hide it.

Harder and harder, and faster and faster, and all he could think of was that she was so fucking tight around him. "Shit..." he hissed as his stomach muscles tightened more and more with the build of his release.

[iwannabedirty]

Santana yelped a bit when Puck bit her. She hadn't expected that, especially not there. She loved when he did that, marked her like that to prove she was his, at least in this bedroom -- but this was going to take a lot of make-up to cover up, and if Coach Sylvester saw it, she'd be so pissed.

But, whatever. Now was definitely not the time to worry about Coach Sylvester.

She was getting closer and closer, and when Puck cursed, she squeezed her eyes shut and clenched around him. "Harder... almost there..."

[jewhawk]

The yelp she let out was just what Puck wanted to hear, and he licked over the spot he'd just bitten, as if to keep the spot from hurting too much.

She was so wet, though Puck wasn't surprised. He knew Santana's body pretty well... considering he'd spent a relatively large portion of his teenage life inside of her. "Fuck..." he groaned, as her urging drove him on. "You're so fucking wet..." he growled.

He pounded her harder and harder, the bed shaking violently with the motion of their bodies, and Puck felt the overwhelming urge to hear his name on her lips. "Say my name," he demanded, fucking her harder than ever as he pushed himself up on his arms to look down at her. "Say it..." He leaned over her and bit down on her collarbone... Another mark for Team Puckerman, as he buried himself so deep inside of her.

[iwannabedirty]

Feeling him bite down on her collarbone just made Santana think she was going to need a lot of makeup over these next few weeks to hide these marks. She just nodded frantically when he said something about how wet she was -- of course she was wet; he was hot and he was fucking her, why wouldn't she be?

Moaning loudly, Santana leaned up and kissed him hard, waiting a moment before giving in and saying. "Puck," she growled. "Puck, dammit. So close..." She clenched tightly around his dick and kissed him again, eyes squeezed shut as she came, dragging her fingernails roughly down his shoulders.

[jewhawk]

Santana's kisses alone could be hotter than sex with some of the girls he'd slept with. And then she called out his name... and again...

Puck took her wrists as she spoke his name, holding her arms down so she couldn't move as he slid in and out of her and she clinched him tight. "Gahdamn," he growled, her climax jerking tight around his cock.

He instantly leaned down over her, while her nails made their own mark in his skin. His head rested on her shoulder as he got in a few last strokes before his own orgasm tore through him, spilling his seed into the condom. "Fuck... Fuck..." he exclaimed, as he collapsed on top of her, sweat glistening on his body. "God, you're fucking good," he groaned. For the moment, he wasn't going anywhere. He didn't have the energy left to move from his place on top of her, still tangled between her legs.