You Must Be This Hot To Ride

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana shook her head. “I trust you.” She replied. “Even if picking out jewellery isn’t exactly a skill for you, it’s tradition. Our wedding wasn’t exactly a traditional one so I want this to be.” She added softly. “Just remember, I like white gold and princess cuts.” Santana couldn’t stop herself from explaining. “Nothing too chunky either. I don’t need a massive rock on my finger to know how much you love me.”

Puck wanted to laugh at the fact that she trusted him... but only so much when it came to jewelry. Which he was totally okay with since it’d be easier not to mess it up with the specs she gave him. “Nothing huge and tacky looking. Got it.” He gave her a light kiss, amused a little that any part of anything the two of them did could be traditional. Him buying her the ring might’ve been the only thing... though they were already married so how traditional could it be? “Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets.”

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana laughed as Puck pulled her onto his lap before scoffing. “Fuck you.” She replied teasingly. “I just like having control over you and it’s not like you don’t make me sandwiches.” She replied, moving her arms to wrap around his neck. “You’ll have to buy me a new ring though.” She added, glancing at the cheap on currently on her finger. “Pretty sure it’s turning my finger green.”

Puck rolled his eyes at her, his arm coming around her waist as she circled his neck. “Hey, I’m all for you having that kind of control. Everybody wins.” He kissed her cheek before reaching for her hand and pretending to examine her finger. “I’d say take it off but I don’t really think I’m into that. Soon as we get home, we’ll get you a new one. You want me to pick it out or do you, ya know, wanna have something you’ll like?” Because as much as he knew Santana - it was freaky to think about how well he did, really - he wasn’t a jewelry guy and he wanted her to have what she wanted. “Just remember you gotta wear it forever so that might help with your decision.” 

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana laughed softly before humming in agreement. “I know it’s just an option, even if the reality of it happening is super unrealistic.” She replied, leaning up to press a kiss to Puck’s lips. “I still can’t believe we’re actually married though.” Santana added quietly. 

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana laughed as Puck’s explanation before pressing a kiss to his lips. “Our secret will be safe for a little while… Unless, the media does some digging and finds our marriage certificate online.” She replied, pausing at the idea of that actually happening. “Which would end horribly for the both of us.”

Puck raised an eyebrow at the thought of gossip magazines giving a crap whether or not he was married. Sure, Santana was kind of a big deal now because she was doing more shoots and getting more roles and stuff. Still, it was hard to believe that anyone but them would care about that kind of stuff. “I don’t think we have to worry too much about that since the Kardashians do something annoying or dumb every other day. They’ll keep the focus off anything that has to do with us.” 

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana smiled softly before a small laugh escaped her lips. “I’m sure you’ll live.” She replied though a part of her was worried about how the two women would react. “My mom loves you but we’re doing the whole secret thing remember? Unless you want to just be open and tell them we’re married. Maybe find a place to register at and get free shit?” Santana laughed.

Puck knew what they’d said just between them and he was all about keeping things between them - that somehow made stuff better - but her mom was just like her. She knew things and there was never really any explanation how or why. Puck wouldn’t be surprised if she showed up on their doorstep randomly and gave him both the verbal and physical beat down she’d say he had coming for marrying her daughter in secret. “No, I think it works better just us for now. I just know how your mom is. It’s that... what do you call it... that Mexican Third Eye or whatever.” 

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana smiled softly at the use of Puck calling himself her husband. They were really married. It was exciting and terrifying all at the same time. Moving onto the bed, the brunette pressed a soft kiss to Puck’s lips before cuddling into his side. “I love you Noah.” She told him quietly, her eyes meeting with his momentarily before she placed her cheek against his cheek.

Being married was still a little weird, but an awesome kind of weird if anyone had asked him. Puck was pretty sure it was Santana that made it awesome, though, since there was literally no one else on the planet who he could spend that much time with without wanting to choke. “Love you too. Obviously.” He turned to kiss the top of her head as his fingers traced a delicate trail down her back. “Why else would I chance your mom murdering me for marrying you in Vegas instead of doing it the proper way? And let’s not forget my mom. It’s a good thing I got a new family in you cus I might be an orphan by the end of this.”

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana had just finished applying one of her many face products to her skin when she heard Puck from the other room. Rolling her eyes playfully, she washed her hands before turning to walk into the room she and Puck were sharing. “I have a routine.” She laughed, joining her husband on the bed. “That doesn’t go away because we’re on vacation.”

Puck made a face, his head rising up for half a second as she walked back into the room before he fell back again. “Gimme a break. Like you need a ‘routine.’ I mean, don’t get me wrong. If I were a chick and hot like you, I’d probably be in front of the mirror all the time but it probably wouldn’t have anything to do with ‘routines.’” He flopped one arm onto the bed, too uncomfortable to do anything more. “Now get your sexy ass over here and cuddle with your husband for a minute. He’s kind of demanding like that.” 

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana kissed Puck back before humming softly in content. “That sounds great to me.” She replied, turning off the water to the shower. Reaching for two towels, the brunette threw one at her husband before wrapping the other available one around her body. “I’ll meet you in there. Order me a burger.”

Puck caught the towel that Santana threw at him and wrapped it around his waist. “It looks like being married and all that ‘honeymoon period’ stuff isn’t going to stop you from being as demanding as always.” He gave her a wink and a slap on the ass as he passed by her. Crashing down on the bed, Puck reached over for the phone and placed a room service order then laid there. His hangover was mostly gone and he was glad that he could enjoy the rest of the day with Santana. “C’mon. What are you doing in there? You’re already hot so it can’t be that.” 

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana whimpered at her husband’s words, groaning as she felt Puck cum deep inside of her. The moment he did, the Latina felt her own orgasm take hold of her body, shaking as she tried to keep herself upright in the slippery conditions. “Fuck… Yes.”

Puck held Santana up as she came undone, the rhythm of her ecstasy making him groan a little. Once she’d finished, he let her down easily, pulling out as he did. “Gotta say... married sex is awesome.” He grinned and gave her a quick kiss. “I’m thinking that we should get some room service and do it all over again after we eat. Then we can just do it and sleep and do it more until we just can’t do it anymore. Sound good?” 

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana groaned as she felt her orgasm build and as her hips rolled in time with her husband’s thrusts, the Latina arched her body against his as she came hard around his cock. “Yes.” She breathed out, her thighs shaking as she tried to keep herself standing upright. “Noah, yes. Fuck baby I want you to cum.” Santana moaned, moving to press a heated kiss to Puck’s lips.

Puck had to steady them both a little bit, the slippery floor and walls making it tough, but he moved faster, harder, against his wife. Cus he wanted the same thing that she did - cumming was a fucking fantastic idea, hers were always the best. “Fuckin’ love cumming inside you, baby. You’re so hot. Fuck, I love how you feel.” He moaned against her mouth, all the tension in his body easing as he began to cum. “That’s it babe, fuck.” 

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santa a buried her face into the side of Puck’s neck as he continued to thrust, her thighs already beginning to shake. This felt better than any other time they had done this and she knew the ring on their fingers had everything to do with that. She was his wife and he was her husband, Santana hadn’t realized how much she had wanted it until it had been presented to her. “Noah.” She whispered, moving her head to lock eyes with him. “I-I love you.” Santana managed out, her forehead leaning against his as her hips moved in time with his. 

Puck could feel every part of Santana giving in to him as he moved against her in hard, steady thrusts. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pinned her ring hand against the shower with his own, the low groans of his own pleasure echoing hers against the tiled ceiling. “Love you too, babe.” And he did, what was always the most amazing part of everything to him. That he could love anybody like that. Not just anybody, though. She was special. She always had been. Maybe it’s why marrying her, even if he was drunk, wasn’t even close to the worst thing ever. It was actually closer to the best.  

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana whimpered when Puck stopped his actions and pulled away. She didn’t have time to voice her annoyance because before she could process things, her husband had lifted her against the shower wall. Parting her legs and wrapping them high around his waist, the brunette moaned loudly as he slowly pushed inside of her for the first time as a married couple. “Fuck.” She whispered, claiming his lips in a slow but passionate kiss. 

Puck really wasn’t the mushy sort and he definitely would never admit to thinking something so lame but... it felt better somehow because they were married. Or maybe he was still just drunk enough to think something like that was even possible. Whatever it was, being with Santana - his wife - felt fucking incredible and he had to force himself to pace it out and not just fuck her senseless since they only had one ‘first time’ being married. He wanted to savor it. 

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana’s eyes fell closed as Puck slowly inserted two fingers into her wet pussy. Moaning, she sought out his lips as her hand continued to work his cock in an effort to make him feel the pleasure he was creating for her. She couldn’t believe they were married but as Puck’s free hand ran along her body, she felt the bad of his wedding ring against her skin. And she loved it. “Fuck… You’re going to make me cum.” Santana whispered, her eyes locking with her husband’s as her hips rolled against his hand.

Puck loved watching her come undone but he was sure he wanted her to remember their first time as a married couple some other way than him finger blasting her in the shower. “Not yet, beautiful.” He moved her hair away from her neck, kissing down it as he eased her hand away from him and lifted her against the shower wall. “I know you love my cock best.” He groaned as the warmth of the shower and her body gripped him. “And being inside you is the best. You feel fucking incredible.” 

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana arched as Puck pressed her against the wall of the shower, the cold tiles sending goosebumps across her skin. Biting down on her bottom lip, the brunette continued to stroke Puck as her husband teased her nipples knowing it always drove her insane. “God.” She whispered, feeling wetness pool between her thighs.

Puck groaned, his hips jutting into his wife’s hand as she worked her hand around him. It was good like it always was and he loved the way she responded to his touch. “You know it, babe.” A hand smoothed over her body - stomach, hips, slick skin inviting him everywhere - then between her legs. Two fingers pressed into her, his wife more than ready for him as his thumb teased her clit. 

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana moaned against Puck’s lips, her eyes falling shut as he pulled her closer to his growing erection. It felt weird, the band of his wedding ring against her skin but at the same time, it felt completely right. “Noah.” She whispered, letting her hand wander between their bodies to wrap around his cock. Wrapping her free hand around his neck, Santana pressed her bare chest against his, the feeling causing her to arch into his touch.

Practically growling as his new wife stroked him to full hardness, Puck turned them so she was pressed against the wall of the shower. His lips moved over her neck as he tried to keep from bucking against her hand. Her nipples were already hard, his fingers finding them in a surge of heated exchange. He was careful not to mark her, even if the idea of it was almost too tempting. Wife or not, she still had responsibilities and he still needed to consider that, no matter how easy it would’ve been to let go entirely. 

Mr. and Mrs. Puckerman

Santana let out a soft moan, her body relaxing as Puck began running his soapy hands along her shoulders. Arching into his touch, she tilted her head to the side so he could reach more of her neck before she turned in his arms. “I don’t know… I think we can afford to get a little dirty.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Puck’s hands glide over her slick skin until they’re resting on the swell of her ass, pulling her into him. Even though it wasn’t possible, something about her being his wife made her feel warmer, softer. He wanted her more than he ever had... and he always wanted her. “Some stuff never changes.” His lips parted, his tongue teasing hers. His grip moved under her thighs, his growing erection rubbing against her.