Title: Goldilocks
Characters: Puck, Kurt
Genre: PWP
Warnings: un-betaed
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Words Count: 582
A/N: I was looking through the old glee_kink_meme and found a prompt and I just had to write it. I'm not good with sex scenes, so I'm not even sure it actually works =(
Summary: Puck notice how Kurt looks like a girl wearing that blonde wig. He's turned on and decide do something about it.
The problem with Puck is that he's sex driven. Every time he sees something that even remotely turns him on, he has to get it. This is how he finds himself with Kurt pressed up against the wall of the Choir Room right after glee's rehearsals are over.
With that blond wing, Kurt looked like a girl and Puck had definitely noticed his ass while he was shaking it while dancing.
Puck had waited until he and Kurt were the only ones left in the room and then had locked the door, took one look at Hummel and then was all over him. He had grabbed him and pushed him up against the wall so quickly that Kurt was feeling dizzy.
"What the hell are you doing, Puckerman?" Kurt asks, putting his hands on Puck's shoulders to push him away. Unfortunately for him, Puck uses that move at his advantage and, sliding his hands under Kurt's knees, practically lifts him up from the floor and locks the boy's legs around his waist.
"You look like a girl..." Puck's voice is husky and his hands squeeze Kurt's ass. He smirks self-satisfied when he elicits a moan from Kurt.
He starts to grind his erection against Kurt's crotch and it doesn't take long before Kurt is moaning wantonly. "I thought you were a little virgin, Kurt." He grinds down hard and Kurt's hands grip his shoulders tightly while he throws his head back putting his long neck on display for Puck. "Look at you, moaning like a little slut."
He sees Kurt's Adam Apple bobbing up and down when Kurt gulps before opening his mouth trying to breath and Puck really can't help himself from lacing his mouth onto that soft, pale skin. It tastes salty because they had just finished rehearsals and they're all sweaty.
Kurt closes his legs tightly around Puck's waist to get him closer; every thought about this being the first time a boy has ever touched him, completely out of his mind.
"Ah..." his voice comes out in a husky whisper and Puck starts to grind harder and harder against him. "Pu... Puck..."
The hands still on his shoulders, tighten their hold again and Puck is turned on when he feels how strong Kurt is. He grinds down hard once, twice and then he feels Kurt stiffen, the legs still around his waist going rigid before his mouth opens letting out a breathy, "God..." and Puck is finally pushed over the edge.
He comes so hard that for a moment he fears he'll drop the other boy, but Kurt grips him strongly keeping them both up.
"That was so... so hot."
"I'm Puckzilla after all." Puck slides Kurt's legs down until the boy is standing on his own two feet. He takes one good look at the disheveled appearance of the boy in front of him, the way the blond locks of the wig sticks to his sweaty skin and his luscious lips are red from all the biting Kurt did to stop himself from moaning too loudly.
He feels himself starting to get hard again. He smirks like he'd smirk at Rachel or Quinn or Santana and says, "Don't throw away that wig."
Kurt looks at him dazed and he feels smug knowing that he had been able to melt the Ice Quinn. He turns around and leaves the choir room thinking that as long as Hummel keeps making those little needy moans, he'll come back for more.