This is totally pwp. I hate this pairing romantically, but sexually? I feel like there isn't enough of them just...fucking. It's got hints of gay Quinn in it, if you look.
Quinn was horny. No other words could describe it. Her spankies were uncomfortable, soaking wet and clinging to her pussy like a lifeline. She needed, absolutely needed release.
She wasn't sure what did it, although she knew something set it off in Glee and she had an inkling- a certain something she didn't care to admit to herself just yet. She hadn't felt this way since the last few months of carrying Beth, and there was no comfortable way of relieving herself.
Cheerios practice was over- and thank God for that, really. She couldn't handle that, not in her condition. Brittany and Santana had been playing some new game, Who Could Get The Farthest In Public When No Ones Looking (Or something close to that, Quinn guessed). They'd caress, touch, kiss each other whenever everyone was paying attention to coach. Or at least they thought everyone- Quinn's delicate state must have given her some super sexual tension sensory, because she always noticed.
And really- she wasn't gay- but it gets to the point where any sexually stimulating activity can drive a horny person insane, and Quinn was way past that.
Quinn was practically running to her car, her pace and the wind blowing the pleats of her skirt around, when she noticed it. The parking lot was pretty empty, all after school activities where over, but there were still two vehicles parked on opposite ends of the lot. Her own, and Puck's beat up black pick up.
Quinn knew where he'd be. Football practice was over and he liked to take long showers. She bit her lip in contemplation. They hadn't talked since Beth was born, and she really couldn't stand him for more than 5 minutes...but...
She was on the pill (her doctor had suggested it after Beth's birth, to help with her hormones) and she knew he would be down for it. It wasn't what she wanted to do (or who, really) but she was desperate.
She spun on her heel quickly and bolted back into the school, hoping to get there in time.
Puck was naked, singing some Ozzy song into his shampoo bottle. Football practice was lame, he had taken a few too many hits from Karofsky and that new blonde guy wasn't much of a QB. The only thing that really could wind him down was taking a long shower and singing his heart out.
He heard the door of the locker room open, but didn't think much of it. As long as whoever it was didn't bother him, he was fine.
He finished up Paranoid, and shouted a quick thank you to Ohio, before turning the water off and grabbing his towel from the rack.
He dried of quickly, and considered just walking naked to his stuff when he remembered he wasn't alone. He wrapped the soft linen around his waist and walked over to his locker- to discover something completely unexpected.
Quinn Fabray, draped across a bench, with her skirt and underwear discarded on the floor, and a delicate hand teasing glistening pink folds.
"Puck." She whispered, seductively. Her hazel eyes were dark, and intense. Puck really couldn't prevent himself from getting hard, even if he wanted to.
"I knew you'd be begging for the Puckasaurus again." He said with a smirk, dropping his towel and exposing himself.
He really didn't care why Quinn was here, begging for him again. He hadn't cared that night a year ago, either. If his cock wasn't so hard, he'd probably question it, but with a girl this hot begging for him, he thought the 'shoot first ask questions later' motto was appropriate.
Quinn rolled her eyes, as she sat up a little to unzip her Cheerio top. The polyester slid open, revealing small yet incredibly perfect breasts. He immediately fisted himself and stroked slowly, trying to relieve some of the pressure (last time, she had kept her top on) and she smirked.
"I came here for one thing, and one thing only. I want you to fuck me hard." Quinn said, bringing her free hand up to pull at a pretty pink (and erect) nipple.
Puck quickly moved to her, connecting his lips to her pulse point behind her ear and nudging her back down onto the bench. She gasped in pleasure, leaving her breast to clutch at the strip of hair on his head and leaving her pussy to claw at this naked back. Puck grabbed her thighs and pulled them apart, leaving him room to kneel in between her legs.
They both groaned as Puck rutted his massive cock against her warm and slick slit, slowly teasing the both of them. He realized, really, that she didn't need it. She was gushing, drooling all over his cock and he wasn't even inside yet.
"Stop taking your time and fuck me, Puckerman." Quinn demanded, pulling his head away from her neck and giving him a death glare.
Puck smirked, reaching his hand down to grip his cock, and he smacked Quinn's swollen clit with his head a few times, causing her to whimper wantonly.
"You think that I'm that easy?" He asked, continuing to slap her pussy. Obviously, he was going to fuck her, no doubt about it- but if he could get something else out of this, then he'd go for it.
He glanced down between their bodies and groaned at the sight of a thick web of cum (her's, thank you very much) clinging to his dick as he pulled his head up, and bursting when he slapped it against her cunt harshly, causing her to gasp and writhe.
"I have a harem of girls all over town who could take care of me right now if I wanted." Puck said.
Quinn groaned, a mix between exasperation and pleasure. "What do you want?"
Puck leaned back and smiled. "On your knees, now Fabray."
Quinn rolled her eyes, but complied, pulling her top and Puck's discarded towel under her to make herself more comfortable against the dirty tiled floor. Puck stood up, letting his thick cock swing pendulously in front of her face.
"Well, open up." He said, grabbing the base of his dick and rubbing his head against Quinn's pink lips. Quinn whined at the feeling of thick precum gushing out him and coating her lips. She had never done this before, but she was too gone to really care at this point. If it meant she'd get fucked, she was all for it.
She opened her mouth and sucked the tip of Puck's cock in, lathing it with her tongue and sucking harshly. Puck moaned loudly.
"Oh, fuck yeah." He whined, bucking his hips and slightly shoving his length further in her mouth. "You're good at that."
Quinn moaned around his cock, letting her head bob up and down it, and swirling her tongue around his shaft. He was making short thrusts with his hips, fucking himself gently into Quinn's mouth. He didn't want to choke her, but he was starting to loose control.
She pulled off him with a pop, and before he could ask what was happening she moaned. "It's okay, fuck my mouth."
He giggled, actually giggled, from excitement as he grabbed the back of Quinn's head and held on tight. She looked up at him, eyes wide with lust, and opened her jaw fully, waiting for him to go ahead.
He did it without warning, shoved his entire length into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She gagged harshly around it, her eyes watering a little, but she nodded for him to continue. He held her head firmly in place as he started a fast pace, sinking in and out of her warm mouth. His cock was in absolute heaven, he could feel her tongue working on the bottom of his dick, and the ridges of her mouth against his head.
He was working fast, his balls pummeling up against her chin. He was close, his balls tightening with every movement of his hips, every lick of her tongue. He looked down and saw that even though her eyes were watering, she her hand between her legs, two fingers swirling around her clit wildly.
"Fuck yeah, it's good for you too, huh? You like sucking cock on the dirty bathroom floor?" Puck asked, before gushing, losing himself and spurting thick ropes of cum down the back of her throat.
She worked to take it all, sucking it down greedily, as he pulled his semi hard cock out. "Fuck." She grunted, spent.
"That was great, Fabray." He said teasingly, but he meant every word.
Quinn looked down at his softening length and growled. She stood up and pushed him back down onto the bench. "Now I'm going to fuck you."
Puck was in awe. He knew Quinn was a bitch, knew she took what she wanted, but the last time she was so nervous. Now, she was confident. It totally had his dick springing to life again, twitching up and slapping against his abs.
She straddled his thighs before picking up his cock and stroking it slowly a few times. His hands immediately found her hips and he watched as she pulled up lined up his cock with her dripping pussy. He closed his eyes tight, the wet heat radiating to his cock felt so good, he couldn't wait to be buried inside.
With a low moan from Puck and a gasp of pleasure from Quinn, she sunk down on his dick, squeezing her hips tight around his length.
"S'good." She moaned quietly, sinking forward and resting her hands on his shoulders.
Puck grunted in agreement, gripping her hips tighter. He knew she needed a moment to adjust to his size, but the velvety hot grip of her cunt gripping on to him had him grinding up into her heat.
"God!" She grunted, raising her hips up and sinking down on his cock. He thrust up to meet her, entranced by the look of pure pleasure drawn across her face. She continued, slowly, bringing her hips in a figure eight motion on each down stroke, a movement that absolutely drove Puck crazy.
"Feel good to be on the Puck train again?" Puck asked, cockily, as he worked his hips up into Quinn. Quinn moaned and scratched down his chest, her fingernails leaving pink trails.
He felt her pussy contract, once, twice, before exploding- gushing wetness out onto his cock and waist. She cried out loudly, grinding against Puck. "Oh, yes...Puck!" She shouted.
Puck continued fucking up into her, grinning. "Fuck baby, you squirted. And I was barely even in yet" He said, proud of himself.
"That was all me." Quinn gasped, too proud to admit what a good fuck he was.
She looked spent, already, and he took the opportunity to flip their position, so she was lying on the bench with her legs wrapped around his waist.
Her pussy was still spasming, gripping his cock tight in the aftershocks of her orgasm. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he slammed into her, his own orgasm in sight. But not before he made her cum again. He was going to get her to admit it.
"Yeah baby, take my cock. You feel so good wrapped around me." Puck moaned, thrusting in quickly and hitting that soft spot he knew drove every girl nuts. Quinn was no exception, she cried out as he continued to knock against her g-spot.
"Puck, Puck, Puck, oh God, yes, Puck!" She chanted, her cunt already starting to flutter around his dick again.
He reached his hand down between their bodies and pressed two fingers against her clit, stroking the swollen nub in pace of his thrusts. "Yeah, baby thats right. Cum on my dick. Beg for it." He ordered.
"Puck, please!" She groaned, shouting in her pleasure.
He pinched her clit, lightly between his fingers, and thrust up roughly against her g-spot as she came undone again.
"Oh god, I love the feeling of you falling apart around me." Puck moaned, continuing to pump into her wildly. His balls were smacking against her ass, and her back was rocking against the wooden bench, as her pussy drenched his cock once again in warm spurts.
It only took a few more strokes for him to explode, her pussy milking his cock for all he was worth. He let loose, and finally pulled his softening dick out of her pussy with a slurping noise, letting a hot mess of their combined cum drip from her onto the bench.
"Shit." He said in realization. "I forgot a condom."
"Don't worry." Quinn purred, in absolute satisfaction. "I'm on the pill."
Puck smiled at the news, and let his finger travel through her folds. He rubbed their cum into her pussy, causing her to gasp and cum with a little aftershock.
"Good to know. Well baby, the Puckster's gotta jet. I'm always free for a bootycall." He said, getting up and pulling his clothes on.
Quinn rolled her eyes, getting up and pulling on her own clothes. "Don't tell anyone about this." she said, and he laughed.
"Of course baby." He said. "See ya in Glee tomorrow."