Puck & Quinn || Lunch with a Mad Man
puckinamadworld:
Euphoria was the only way to describe the feeling of Quinn rubbing his length. Even through the fabric, it was the most sensation feeling in the world. Quinn definitely knew what she was doing. A tinge of jealousy coursed through his veins like fire. She must have had past experiences and that made him become insecure for a brief moment before the sensation overruled the thoughts in his mind. It didn’t matter if she had experiences before, he was determined to be the best damn thing that had ever entered her life. He would show her love and care. Fuck, if he wouldn’t fuck the hell out of her once he’d learned what she liked.
Before he could let his mind completely wrap around the thought of actually being in a relationship with her, his boxers were being stripped from his body. Finally free of all of its confinements, his cock stood long and ready, pointed right at her face. Her hand grasped him and he swelled with pride as he filled her hand so completely. The look on her face told him that his cock was indeed something to be proud of. Then, a muffled growl came from his mouth once the head of his member was enveloped by the wet heat of her mouth.
His hand moved down to thread his fingers through her hair, holding her into place. He didn’t push or force her to do anything, he merely wanted to feel the movement of her head as she attempted to take his length in her mouth. “Mmm, just keep going. You… uhn… you feel good.” His reply was hoarse dangerous. The feeling of Quinn’s hot mouth was almost enough to make him erupt right as the contact happened. However, he reeled it in. Although he was new at this, reaching a climax two seconds after they had barely begun couldn’t be a good thing. A drawn out “fuuuck” was whispered into the air with pleasured undertones.
Quinn kept her eyes on him as she lowered her mouth a fraction of an inch, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking harshly. She felt his fingers tangle into her hair, and she took that as a good sign. Not to mention the fact that his face had pure bliss written all over it. She’d be lying if she said she’d given tons of head in her lifetime, because she really hadn’t. But she’d read a lot of books, and most of them came with in-depth descriptions of how exactly most guys liked their blow jobs. Really, the only thing she could go off of was his body language, which she was hoping would clue her in to whether or not he was enjoying it.
The tone of his voice as he spoke, plus the words he was actually saying, were going straight between her thighs, soaking her. Not that she wasn’t wet already from just the sight of him, because she totally was. But the taste was a completely different story. And the fact that she couldn’t seem to fit all of him between her lips was only making things even better for her. How could he hide something so damn incredibly from the world? It was just unfair. Although, she was hoping he wouldn’t be fucking anyone else after this.
Quinn took more of him into her mouth, pressing her tongue flat against his cock as she averted her gaze, whimpering when her eyes met his. This caused a vibration to move through her lips and to his length, making him buck his hips. She would’ve smirked if her mouth wasn’t occupied, her fingers trailing up his leg until they came to rest on his hip bone, pushing him down to show that she was in control. Her other hand began a steady motion, stroking up and down as she bobbed her head, keeping up a rhythm in order to make the pleasure even better.
Puck & Quinn || Lunch with a Mad Man
puckinamadworld:
Once her fingers were in his hair, he was taking care of her breasts like it was his purpose in life. Letting himself go with the flow, his tongue circled around her hardened bud a few more times before being ripped away. Confused for a mere second, he thought he had done something wrong. In an instant, he felt teeth on his neck and it felt so fucking amazing. Just as soon as the sensation hit his body, it was taken away. Upon being released, he fell back against the bed, making the task she was working toward easier. The relief that came to him from the simple removal of his jeans was incredible. Now, he just felt like he needed to be inside of her. He wasn’t even sure that they were going to go all the way.
However, the new wave of electricity that rolled through his body from the hands-on stimulation he was receiving told him otherwise. A moan got stuck in his throat as he attempted to catch his breath. Craning his neck to meet her gaze, he licked his lips before replying. “God, yes.” Involuntarily, his hips began to gyrate against her hand ever so slightly. Never in his life had he been this hard, even after waking up from extremely erotic dreams. It seemed that Quinn would always exceed any fantasy he could think of. Boy, did he think of them. His body was begging for release.
He couldn’t help but hope that Quinn would be his one and only. He had attended public high school. There were many beautiful girls around. None of them even seemed remotely attractive now that he had laid eyes on Quinn. And now, here he was actually about to have sex—he hoped—with her. Being very new to this, he wasn’t exactly sure how to take control of the situation. His hand found his way to the one she had laid on his bulge. Grasping firmly, he forced her hand to grip him through the fabric. An inhuman sound escaped the base of his throat, encouraging her to help him learn. Next time, he would be in control. He would show her that he could be a good lover for her. As for now, he was still significantly clueless.
Truthfully, Quinn wasn’t entirely sure how far they were planning on going. She knew that he was a virgin, but she wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to lose it in the middle of a mental institution, to a girl he’d only known for a few days. She would never pressure him into doing something he didn’t want to do, but God, she was really hoping he wanted it as badly as she did. As soon as he began to buck into her hand, she knew she had her answer. There was no way in hell he’d try to resist her at this point. Really, she loved the fact that she’d be his first. She didn’t like to think of anyone else touching him. Plus, she could teach him all of the things that she liked for the future.
She let out a whimper as his hand enveloped hers, forcing her to take a firm grip on him. It was one thing to see how big he was, but to feel it was a completely different story. Her mouth was practically watering, her lips more than eager to wrap themselves around his length. Fuck that, she wanted to swallow it whole. She let her hand work him through the fabric, knowing that it was setting him off. She wanted to bring him close to the edge before she stopped, teasing him to no avail. She didn’t want any other time to be able to compare to this one.
When she’d finally had enough of that, Quinn wrung her fingers around the elastic of his boxers, slowly tugging them down and freeing him. She was damn near positive that her eyes widened to a certain extent, because although she hadn’t seen many dicks in her lifetime, his was absolutely the biggest. Situating herself between his legs, she gripped him at the base, her eyes meeting his. “Tell me what feels good.” She said before dipping down, wrapping her lips around the tip.
Puck & Quinn || Lunch with a Mad Man
puckinamadworld:
The rocking of her hips against his groin was making it extremely hard to think at all. Obviously, he had had these urges from the first time he had laid eyes on her. To be here now, in the position to make all of his erotic fantasies come true, was unreal. Puck watched as her hands traveled behind her own back. The fabric of her bra was set loose and he gulped out of nervousness and anticipation. Quinn’s body was flawless. God had to have sculpted her himself. There was no other explanation for her figure. Licking his lips, Puck couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel once he took one of the perfect mounds into his mouth. He would be willing to bet that her skin tastes just as good as her mouth does.
His jaw clenched and he tensed up for a moment, unsure of what she wanted from him. Like always, she was there to guide him through and help him. His arousal twitched within his pants, needing to be released from its confines. As his hands made contact with the bare flesh of her breasts, a soft groan escaped the base of his throat. It would have been much louder, if it weren’t for his fear of being caught. There was no way that he could do that to Quinn. Hesitantly, he began to move his hands in circles over her breasts, squeezing firmly. From the way that she reacted, Puck figured that he must be doing something right.
Sitting up and never letting his hands detach from her body, Puck placed a soft in the middle of her chest. Slowly, one of his hands caressed its way around to her back, holding her in place. Locking eyes with her, he looked for the encouragement he needed. Once he received a nod, his mouth was on her newly unattended breast. Unsure of what to do, he kissed the flesh around the rosy bud before finally taking it between his teeth and into his mouth. His tongue peaked out to flick the hardened bud, loving the way that she felt in his mouth. The hand on her back attempted to pull her ever closer. However, there was not much space left between the two. Puck wouldn’t have it any other way.
Her own body was practically aching at this point, and Puck was moving way too slowly for her liking. She was about to tell him to pick up the pace, kindly of course, when he moved his body so he was in a sitting position. Her back arched involuntarily as she felt his breath ghost out over her skin, and she had to swallow the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. She was trying to keep her cool with him, because she wanted to make this as good as possible and she knew he’d need some direction, but she couldn’t seem to stop her hips from bucking against his own. She could practically feel the heat radiating from every inch of his body, and the clothes separating them were becoming an incredible nuisance.
Without warning, Puck took the hardened bud of her nipple between his lips, causing her to let out a quiet groan. She bit down on her lip so hard she thought she might bleed, in her best attempt to keep herself silent. For someone who had never done this before, he sure knew damn well what to do to get a reaction out of her. His fingertips dug into the small of her back, sending chills up her spine and giving her a brand new kind of sensation. Her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his mouth closer as her back arched again. Quinn could feel the sweat forming on both of their bodies, only heightening her senses.
When she began to feel like she couldn’t take any more of the teasing, she pulled on his hair, drawing his head back as he hissed. She’d taken on some kind of animalistic pleasure, biting at his neck before releasing him. Her fingers moved from his hair down his stomach, careful not to hurt his injuries. Once they landed on the button of his jeans, she quickly snapped it open, followed by undoing his zipper. Biting her lip, she wrung her fingers around the waistband of his jeans, pulling them down his legs and tossing them aside. His hardened length was visible through the thin fabric of his boxers, and Quinn couldn’t help but smirk, knowing she was the cause of it. And maybe because he looked fucking huge. Reaching out, she began to palm him through his boxers. “We should take care of this, don’t you think?” She muttered, her tone low and her voice raspy.
Puck & Quinn || Lunch with a Mad Man
puckinamadworld:
Puck was desperate. More desperate than he would ever like to admit. His heart was surely going to pound out of his chest at any moment. Being here with her, being kissed and touched in such a loving way, made Puck feel normal again. It made all of the things the other patients were saying about him dissolve into nothing. All that mattered was that his angel didn’t think that he was a bad guy. She was showing him forms of love, as if to emphasize that she wasn’t scared of him. Honestly, Puck didn’t see anything wrong in his “murder.” For some reason, a few of the patients had trouble realizing that this place wasn’t helping at all. If anything, Puck had made this place better—even if it were only one scum bag.
As lips parted, he kept a very steady gaze on Quinn to see what she was doing. She moved so fluidly, so carefully around his body. Her hands were now at the hem of the shirt Puck had just been toying with. Gulping, he braced himself for what he was about to see. Sure enough, as soon as the shirt was shed, Puck bucked his hips softly again. If it were even possible, the bulge in his pants was becoming even tighter. His eyes traced every form of her torso. Her skin was flawless and creamy. There was no doubt the flesh would taste good against his tongue. Slowly, he moved his hands up her thighs to rest on her abdomen. Feeling the muscles tense, he knew that she wanted him to go farther.
It was so enticing and tempting to merely look at Quinn, even when she was fully clothed. Now, it was impossible for him to control himself, unless she asked him to, of course. Taking a few moments to gather courage, he exhaled slowly. Locking eyes with her, he began to move his hands upward to cup her perfect breasts through thin material. Immediately, his grasp tightened ever so slightly. How was it possible for her to feel so good in his hands—still covered by the fabric of her bra. “You’re beautiful, Quinn.” The words sounded almost foreign falling from his lips. It was such a simple, yet elegant statement. Nothing like that had ever come from him. He chalked it all up to Quinn’s effect on him—making him an altogether better person. His gaze fell as more time progressed. Now, he was staring at his own hands enveloping her perfect chest.
Quinn let out a quiet gasp of air, realizing suddenly that she couldn’t be too loud. She could only imagine what would happen if one of the doctors heard - she could picture them storming in and ripping her off Puck’s lap, literally. Because there was no way in hell she was planning on moving away any time soon. His hands slid up her body, hard and calloused against her smooth skin, and she couldn’t help the groan that escaped her throat. It was almost like he had electrical currents coursing through his fingertips, and now he was somehow transferring them straight into her veins. She was on a complete and total high, a feeling she couldn’t get from all of the drugs and alcohol in the world.
As his hands continued their trek, finally landing on her breasts, Quinn began to slowly rock her hips against his. She wanted him as hard as possible by the time she finally got to him, and she’d be damned if he wasn’t aching in his pants by now. Since this would be the first experience for him, she wanted to make sure it was memorable. And enjoyable, of course. She wanted him on the edge for as long as he could be without literally bursting. She just couldn’t wait until she actually freed him from his jeans. Her mouth practically watered just thinking about it.
Reaching behind her, Quinn unclasped her bra, keeping her eyes on him as she let it fall to his stomach beneath her. She pushed the fabric away from their bodies, letting it fall to the floor, completely forgotten about in a few seconds. He was suddenly timid, and she raked her teeth over her bottom lip as she batted her eyelashes. “Don’t be shy.” She rasped, shaking her head. Her hair fell down her bare back, framing her face in the gentlest way. “I want you..” She started, taking his hands and covering her breasts with them. “To touch me.”
Puck & Quinn || Lunch with a Mad Man
puckinamadworld:
As her fingers reached out to brush his abdomen, he visually shivered. Not a soul besides his doctors had ever laid their hands there with no barrier. The sensation that it created was amazing. As if he knew exactly what to do and when, his hand reached up to tuck a strand of blonde hair out of her face and behind her ear. It was a small attempt to bring her back out of her daze. Truly, he would have forgotten that they had existed had he kept his clothes on—not that he was complaining. Before he could register what was going on, she was pulling him by the hand over to the very same bed they had almost spent the night in.
Puck’s eyes never left Quinn as she was so careful in straddling him, making sure not to hit any of his wounds. She had to be the sweetest person that had ever graced this God awful planet with her beautiful presence. Once she was in place, he felt that friction that he had experienced earlier. A low, soft moan formed on his lips before another kiss was placed there. His arms snaked up around her waist, his hands lying flat against her shoulder blades—easing their way down to her lower back. It was over before it began, but before Puck could feel any sadness, he felt lips on his bare torso. He couldn’t bring himself to look away. The way that she was so loving and caring warmed his heart, but at the same time, her lips were causing his body to react further.
If it felt this good for him to be touched by her, he could only imagine how he would feel when he was allowed to touch the smooth skin of her abs… Her breasts… There was that lip bite again as his belt was pulled from within the loops of his jeans. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to feel her lips again. Fingers laced through her hair and he pulled her back up to lie flat against his torso, not caring if she hit his wounds. Sure, it stung a little, but that feeling was quickly eradicated when he crashed his lips against hers. Hoping to pick up that quick pace from earlier, he snaked out his tongue to swipe at her bottom lip before entering her mouth once again. The fabric of her shirt felt strange against his scar tissue. Boldly, he pushed the fabric up just enough to pool under her breasts. Their bare abdomens touched and his hips lightly bucked.
Silently, Quinn made a vow to never let anyone touch him again the way the doctors had a few nights prior. He didn’t deserve it, and she’d be damned if anyone made him think otherwise. She knew that he’d been getting a lot of shit from the others at the institution, and she hated it. She wished she could tell them all how wrong they were about him, and that they had absolutely no right to say such harmful things to him. He was good on the inside, and she wanted more than anything to be able to prove that to everyone around them.
She was shaken from her thoughts when he pulled her down for a kiss, his mouth quickly enveloping hers as she let out a quiet whimper against his lips. Apparently he was learning, because he was initiating all of the kisses and touches and eager bucks of his hips. His hands began to creep up her body, taking the fabric of her shirt with them until it was bunched up underneath her breasts. The feeling of his skin against hers was almost too much to handle, and she couldn’t fight back the moan that was eagerly waiting behind her parted lips.
Quinn could tell that Puck was just as desperate as she was, and she smirked down at him as she sat up straight once more. She was still being careful - she didn’t want to hurt him, after all. But she was definitely horny again, that was for damn sure. Sighing, she gripped the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it off to the side and biting her lip, realizing almost immediately that it got a much needed reaction out of him.
Puck & Quinn || Lunch with a Mad Man
puckinamadworld:
A growl escaped the base of his throat as their tongues met for the first time. It felt better than he could have ever imagined. Sparks flew, fires ignited. He had to have more. He matched her pace, allowing himself to just feel what was right. Urgency took over control of his body and he nipped lightly at her lip as she pulled away. Just as he was about to open his eyes, he felt her delicious lips on his burning neck. Quinn was like God’s gift to earth. She knew just how to kiss him where and when. Why she had picked him, he would never know but he wasn’t about to complain or test fate. He felt the fabric of his shirt being pulled at, causing another groan to form out of pleasure.
Nodding his head at the husky tone of her voice, he ripped the fabric over his head never breaking eye contact with her. His hands found their way back to her waist and he couldn’t bring himself to loosen his grip. However, the look in her eyes changed and he could see that she was staring at his now bare torso. Being angry all of the time, he worked out a significant amount, and he had a nice body. The disturbed look on her face was confusing until Puck allowed himself to glance down and remember.
There were cuts strewn all over his torso. Three deep across his left rib. On his right side there was a rather large bruise that almost encompassed that entire side of his body. He had tried to make an example of the doctor he murdered. In turn, the doctor’s made an example out of him. There was an “X” carved over where his heart was underneath. They had informed him that if he dare try a stunt like that again this X would mark the spot they would drive a scalpel into. It hadn’t scared him really, nor did he even remember his wounds. “It’s okay, I swear.”
When his shirt was finally pried away from his body, she couldn’t stop her eyes from skimming over them. She was dually impressed at first, taking note of the fact that he definitely worked out, and it definitely showed. And then she realized he was covered in cuts and bruises, and a steady lump found it’s way to her throat. She was suddenly furious with the doctors for doing something like this to him, and nothing he said could sway that. She wasn’t even horny anymore, because she was way too worried about hurting him. Literally. Her lips parted, and she looked up at him as he spoke, her fingers trailing over his abdomen.
He reached up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, and she exhaled slowly as she took his hand, leading him back to her bed. This time, there was enough room for both of them, because as he fell back against the mattress, her legs laid on either side of his in a straddle. She could suddenly feel how turned on he actually was, and she was maybe a little horny again. But those cuts.. they looked deep. And she hated to think that she could potentially injure him.
Leaning forward, Quinn took his lips in hers once more, much softer and gentle, and only lasting a second before pulling away once more. Her mouth began a slow trail down his body, her lips ghosting over his wounds as if that would help heal him quicker. She could see his stomach filling up with air every few seconds, a good sign that she wasn’t causing him any pain. When she got to his belt buckle, she bit her lip as she undid it, tossing the useless item to the ground.
What is wrong with you?
blainee-andersonn:
See, but Kurt knows nothing of it, just like you both know nothing of him, which is why I am trying to stop all of it, because it’s all childish.
Kurt does know of it, because Puck told him, and yet was still attacked. But I do agree with you, it’s childish, and it’s none of our business.
What is wrong with you?
blainee-andersonn:
While I admit, yes, it was, I can forgive him for that because i’m sure that’s exactly what he thinks of himself. You can’t change someone’s way of thinking when they’ve been thinking something for so long.
Well then, he shouldn’t be criticizing someone else for something they also can’t control, and haven’t been able to their entire life. That’s all I’m saying.
What is wrong with you?
blainee-andersonn:
nosleeptonight-q:
Don’t mind me, I’ll just be here feeling absolutely disgusted.
Why? Because Kurt’s not okay with it like you and I are? Because last time I checked he didn’t have to be, but that doesn’t mean there is anything wrong with him.
No, because of the fact that he told someone else their life wasn’t worth living, as if that’s any better than killing him with his own hands. It’s hypocritical and uncalled for.
