@Santana.
Puck double checked himself in the mirror with a glare. His usual signature smirk was replaced with a blank expression, his lips pressed firmly in a thin line. Dark circles had appeared under his eyes, a sign that he should start sleeping more. And his his perfectly shaved head, minus the mohawk down the middle, had started to grow a stubble again. It’d been a while since he last trimmed it. The usual glint in his eye had died out, despite how turned on he was at that moment. It’d been a while since his last rump in the sack with Santana. He was trying to clear his head. It was swarmed with thoughts of Quinn, mostly. His Quinn, he liked to think of it. Seeing Santana and doing the nasty usually took his mind off anything depressing related. The dry spell he’d been going through for the last week would soon be cured, and hopefully, he would return to the normal Puckster.
Shrugging off the blank expression and the way his eyes shone with sadness, he picked up his car keys off the bedside table and jogged down the stairs. He knew he didn’t have to dress up or try to swoon Santana over with his looks, so hopefully she’d ignore how shit he looked at the moment. Gray hoodie, jeans, white wife beater, something he’d been sporting for a good couple of days. Not the same outfit obviously, but he simply couldn’t be bothered to dress to impress. His car roared to life once he was in and buckled, clicking it into reverse before backing out his driveway. Nobody was home anyway, his mom was at work, his sister was at a friends, and now he too was going to a friends. The more important details weren’t needed.
The traffic wasn’t that bad on the freeway that day, and Puck was forever thankful for it. Thoughts of whipped cream, sex, and Santana naked replaced the confusing and depressing thoughts he was having. All stress out the window. The clock on his dashboard told him he was running a little behind on time, and he really didn’t want her to start without him. It took all the fun out of it, in his opinion. Eventually, his car pulled up into the familiar driveway of the Lopez residence. He stepped out of his car and strutted his way to the front door, knocking four times so she knew it was him.
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the sudden revelation, rolling...eyes and scoffing in that disgusted way at
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bedroom with an uneasy feeling in...he supposed to go home, pack, find his passport
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Santana remained largely quiet through his response and...silently instead busied herself...
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Puck allowed himself to relax into...while appreciating
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She sighed again...eyes fall like curtains across her bloodshot eyes, blacking out the...
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Puck raised his eyebrows questioningly and stared at her intently. Girls emotions, especially Santana’s and Quinn - only...
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Well you were wrong. I...never okay. She thought...feeble...
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Puck was stunned...silence, choosing to keep...stay safe....
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“Yeah and looks where that’s gotten me,”...fired back, quickly moving to chuck his...
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“Why wouldn’t I care?” Puck asked, taking...cold after she pulled away, mainly because he...
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bit, stunned into a dumb silence with her small hands pressing...his abs and warm body...
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a haze. He didn’t know where this new information came from, why...was only deciding to...
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Santana felt the burning of suppressed cries tickling her throat and the stinging at the back of her eyes that...
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Puck’s jaw tightened at...words, especially since he found this anything but funny. He...
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Santana twisted her lips, setting them into a hardened straight line,...warm brown...
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Puck thought when she led...thigh, it would be for...lot...
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the soft whimper...dared to bubble up...her throat,...
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Puck picked up on...increasing pace with equal short thrusts upwards, feeling that same...
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She shivered into him...felt herself tightening...squeezing...
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slow rhythm, going with the slow pace...Santana wanted. Their mouths connected, slowly,...
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second time that night, Puck managed...piss her off and pleasure her between a span of a...
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A low and deep growl escaped past his throat at...way she was teasing him, like she knew...
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seduction shadowing over...face again, Santana slowly leaned into him towards the condom....
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Puck looked down...kneeling snugly between his legs, a coy smile on
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Any sudden flare up...being cut off right when she was about to hit jackpot
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head back against...arm rest lazily, Puck let out a deep throat moan at
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oh so carefully splayed...base, curling a finger entirely around
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Puck simply let her take charge, not...mood for an argument. When Santana was on top
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Santana smirked at...rhetorical question because, of course, it wasn’t even a question...
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instruction, digging deeper with his index finger all...knuckle. The moans escaping
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head lifted up and hitting...hard door behind her, snorting amusedly at
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Puck’s hands moved to hold the back of her thighs to keep her in place more securely, pressing
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wondering internally whether she hadn’t given...mental capacity enough credit, Santana...
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time to register what was happening before his back was slammed against...plump lips...
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Santana lingered...her room for a moment, waiting for
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