#nsfwpuck

@nsfwpuck: 

Puck laughs softly and lets out a groan as he tries to untangle himself from his boyfriend. The alarm’s gone off over half an hour ago, but Yev’s lips keet drawing him back into bed, his hands on his face, his lips on his neck. “Baby, please,” Puck begs with a breathless chuckle pressing a peck to the top of the brunette’s head. “I gotta go, I’mma be late for that gallery meeting I told’ya ‘bout,” he manages to say in between kisses. “I’ll come back right after and then I’m all yours, deal?”

@nsfwpuck

Tic toc, tic toc, tic toc.

With a final jiggle of his hips the song came to an end, and the crowd around them exploded. Kurt looked at Mercedes and smiled, his cheeks pink with the adrenaline that was currently pumping through him and he and all the Cheerios made a final bow before leaving the court so that the game would begin. Far behind were the years spent in fear about how would the jocks mess with him every day, whether it was head first into a dumpster, being shoved against lockers, pee balloons, and all sort of less gracious pranks. He was a Cheerio now, and he was part of that odd sector of royalty at school. No one could blame Kurt for at least having his senior year to be a regular, normal one at school. 

Added to that was the fact tht during the summer Kurt had had a growth spurt, the baby fat under his chin now was almost gone, and the gymnastics he had been prcticing over the summer had finally paid off, making his figure that much more slender, and as a result, it made his male Cheerio uniform that much more ‘clingy’ around the soft curves of his hips, which made him look unseemingly hotter in the eyes of many. He said goodbye to his female friends and classmates and headed straight for the boys room, him being the only male in the squad gave him sole possession of the locker room for that while, and he was more than glad for that. He opened up his locker and took his shampoo and soap from his bag, since a shower was more than needed at that time, and he was so lost in thought about how good things had turned out, he didn’t know he had been followed.

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He knew that look. It was a look that thrust Quinn into a cluster of contradicting emotions. On the one hand, it made him angry, on the other it made him painfully, devastatingly aroused. This always happened. Everytime Quinn agreed to go on a double date with Noah Puckerman, he found himself entering a world that seemed to be completely separate from the real one. His girlfriend disappeared and so did the girl Puck brought along, as well as the restaurant they were at and everything else. It was like Quinn was impaired with a bout of tunnel vision in which all he could see was Puck; Puck and his cocky, stupidly handsome smirk, his bulging biceps, and his God-forsaken charm. He shot one warning look at his friend, knowing exactly what he was up to before closing his eyes and doing all that he could to remind himself of his girlfriend and of the role he was supposed to be playing. Clearing his throat, he turned to his friend and spoke up. “So, how’d it feel to lose yet another game, Puckerman? You guys are making it hard for us to cheer you on out there.” He sipped his lemonade put all his effort into keeping his eyes from averting to Puck’s arms again.

A YEVPUCK AESTHETIC : a day in a life of yevgeny milkovich and noah puckerman.

chilling and museum dates.