Prompt: Can I get some Spuck/Pam smut about the first time Puck bottoms? like Puck is a little scared and doesn’t know how things works down there

I wrote this half because I wanted to and half Because I needed to use this gif. Proud of me.

SMUT!!! And bickering.

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Sam Evans stared up at the ceiling, counted to one hundred for the fifth time and languidly stroked his cock as he waited for his boyfriend of two months to get the fuck out of the bathroom. He had been hiding out in there for the last ten minutes and Sam was more than sure that he hadn’t fallen into the toilet… Again.

“Puck, man, get out here!”

“I’m cleaning my ass! Shut the fuck up!” chimed the dulcet tones of his lover from behind the closed bathroom door. Said door swung open just a minute later and Noah Puckerman stepped into the bedroom with his Darth Vader briefs and a pout. Sam sat up and smirked at the expression. “Shut up, Evans.”

“If you don’t want to do this then say so, but if you’re just gonna pout about it, I’m gonna keep laughing at you,” Sam said as Puck scratched the tail of his dark Mohawk and climbed onto the bed. “You do look pretty cute with that pout, though.”

“I do not,” he grunted, poking his bottom lip out even further. With a chuckle, the blond dove on top of him and sucked that bottom lip into his own mouth. Both men groaned into the kiss and pushed closer, more than eager to taste and feel. Sam’s large hands were quick as always and made quick work of Puck’s underwear, sending them flying over his shoulder with a careless toss and a crooked grin. Feeling those large hands on his bare ass felt amazing – spectacular, even – but it didn’t do much to dissuade his reservations. “Sam… Sam, slow down.”

His boyfriend lifted his mouth from Puck’s neck and the hickey he had been putting a lot of effort into to stare into hazel eyes. “Do you wanna stop?”

“No. I just said to slow down.”

“Is that code for ‘get your hand off my ass’?”

“Yes it is.” He frowned when Sam pulled away and his body immediately felt cold and bereft. “Okay, maybe you can grope just a little bit.”

Sam shook his head, but reached behind the other to cup a firm cheek anyway. “You know, you would’ve had two fingers inside me by now.” He leaned close to brush their lips together and added, “We can still do it that way if you want.”

With a sigh of contentment, Puck allowed himself to lose a bit of himself in the next kiss, he allowed Sam to take the lead, to coax his tongue out to be sucked and caressed and was reminded why he had agreed to this thing in the first place. He trusted Sam – to pleasure him, to take care of him, to love him… eventually… maybe… definitely. He knew he could trust Sam to love him like he loved Sam one day, so he decided to trust the other man with his body. It was as simple as that. If only he could convince his head; his heart was telling him that this was right, but his brain was telling him that it was going to hurt.

However, that giant mouth of Sam’s was doing a pretty good job of clouding his brain’s view on the subject with addicting kisses. He reached up to bury his fingers into thick sun-streaked hair and pushed that mouth closer, pulled himself deeper into that kiss and, when he moaned, the moan his boyfriend answered him with had his dick twitching. As if he knew, Sam wiggled his way between Puck’s legs, aligned their erections and rolled his body slowly. Then he pulled away from the kiss to look down at his lover’s kiss swollen lips, flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. “Spread your legs a little wider, babe.”

“Fuck.” Puck did as he was told and the friction of that long cock rubbing against his was enough to make him lose his mind. He lifted his hips when Sam stuffed a pillow under him and he closed his eyes when Sam reached over him, knowing that he was reaching into the nightstand for lube and a condom.

“Keep those legs spread,” Sam warned when Puck’s thighs began to tremble. Then he leaned down to plant a kiss over Puck’s wildly beating heart. “Calm down. I’ll take care of you.”

“I know,” he whispered back, smiling when he felt Sam smile against his chest. “Touch me?”

Long fingers wrapped around and pulled up and down his length perfectly. Sometimes he swore Sam knew how to get him off better than his own hand. A few lazy pulls and the twirling of a thumb around his wet crown later, the brunet heard a bottle being uncapped and opened his eyes just in time to catch Sam spitting the top of the lube out of him mouth. Automatically, his body tensed up.

“Calm down, babe. I got you.”

“Just don’t go crazy.”

“Oh, so I can’t stick my umbrella up there? Good to know,” Sam snorted and Puck rolled his eyes.

“People actually do crazy shit like that, you know!”

“I’m gonna start using parental locks on your laptop.” He rolled his eyes again as Sam slicked his fingers with the clear fluid. “Ready?”

He nodded and spread his legs further. With one hand still on his dick, Sam reached low between Puck’s legs, but paused before he touched anything. “Look at me.” When they locked eyes, he asked, “Do you want me to eat you out first?” and Puck’s insides turned to warm goo. Especially when the other man leaned down and nipped the skin right under his ear. “Hmm?”

“Next time,” he managed to say. Sam nipped him again and, while a talented tongue tickled his ear lobe, one long finger sunk into him. “Ohhhhhhhh.”

“Yeah? Is that a good ‘oh’ or a bad ‘oh’?”

“I don’t even know. Keep doing it and I’ll let you know,” Puck said after Sam gave him a smug smile. He was all up for new experiences, he told himself, so he sat back, let Sam do all the work and experienced.

Fifteen minutes later, Sam had progressed to two fingers in a process that had been pleasurable – especially in those moments when Puck’s prostate had been acknowledged – but he was sure taking his sweet time. “Dammit Evans! Hurry up!”

“You just told me to slow down a couple minutes ago!”

“I know, but if I you were gonna go this slowly you could have at least warned me. I could’ve taken a nap or something,” Puck grumbled, wiggling a bit on Sam’s hand.

“You aren’t prepped. Ain’t no shortcut to fucking – I gotta do this. God, I can’t just shove my fingers up there like you always do!”

“Hey! You like that shit!”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean that you’ll like it. You know why our first time went so fucking well? Because I fingered myself for thirty minutes before you came over and bent me over the coffee table. Now shut the fuck up and let me give you an orgasm. Jesus.”

Puck opened his mouth to continue their silly argument, but Sam was already annoyed with him and just curled his fingers… and none too gently. The stars Puck saw sang and danced for him, he swore.

“God! Shit! Shit, Sam! Is that what it feels like?! Oh my fucking God!”

“Are you gonna shut up now?”

“Yes! Don’t stop,” begged the squirming man as he gripped the base of his cock and gave a few quick strokes. “Don’t stop, Sam. Please.”

Sam’s frown quickly quirked up as the sound of Puck’s begging filled the room. Puck’s hips worked frantically to help him ride the other’s long fingers. Said hips bucked helplessly when he pulled away and Puck even let out a low whine. “I see a lot of finger fucks in our future.”

“Put them back in me.”

“Roll over and I will.” Puck was on his hands and knees in seconds, eagerly presenting that tight ass. The moans that Puck released when Sam spread him open. “Mmm, look at it twitching. You got such a pretty hole, babe.”

A thumb traced the sensitive edge of his entrance, pushed past it into his heat and Puck cried out and gripped the sheets. “Sam… Please do something.”

Sam pressed his lips to the small of his back and asked, “Why? You feeling empty? Do I need to fill you up?” Puck let out a harsh breath he didn’t even know he was holding and pressed his face into a pillow. “I could slide right into you right now, y’know? And you’d be so tight around me, but you’d welcome it and the burn and you’d beg for more.”

“Do it. Do it,” he urged, his hips pumping back and forth as he attempted to fuck his ass against air. He forgot Sam could be so cruel; usually the blond was sweet and receptive during sex, taking what Puck had to give him with sugary sighs and whimpers while Puck plowed his ass like a snow covered I-90, but sometimes, his sage green eyes would darken and those plump lips of his would curve up on one side and he’d become the power bottom to end all power bottoms. Complete with a dirty vocabulary and thighs of steel. So really, Puck shouldn’t be surprised at all – when Sam wanted to take the lead, he did it well. What Puck didn’t expect, however, was his own need to follow. The sensation was new and… he didn’t hate it. “Sam, fuck me.”

Another new sensation he liked: the slow press of Sam’s long cock inside of him. Puck’s back arched like a cat once Sam glided into him, an action that took the other man even deeper than either of them had intended, but sent twin groans of pleasure into the air nevertheless.

“Oh God.”

“Noah, you’re so good, baby,” Sam said, still pushing further, deeper.

A nip on the cheek clued Puck in on what Sam wanted, so he turned his head and breathlessly accepted several wet kisses. After awhile, Puck could do nothing more than helplessly whimper into the other’s mouth because Sam was finally fully sheathed inside of him and, though he hadn’t started thrusting, his long body was rolling as it tended to do and those movement sent nerve-thrilling jolts of pleasure through him. Places were being stretched inside him, pressed and prodded in ways Puck had never imagined.

“Ask me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me.”

“Say it again.”

“Please fuck me, Sam. Please.”

The body behind suddenly yanked back, the length inside of him going with it and Puck’s body tensed in anticipation of it slamming back in. But that didn’t happen. Instead, hands gripped his waist and pulled his ass higher and, before he could question what was happening, Sam slid back inside him – couldn’t have been more than two inches, but Puck screamed. Sam’s actions had brought on the most earth-shattering pleasure Puck had ever experienced; a white hot, continuous ramming of the head of Sam’s thick dick against his spot, over and over until he was seeing those fucking stars his boyfriend was always going on about behind his eyes. His lover’s short, rapidly rabid thrusts had his eyes rolling back and he needed to come, so he reached between his legs and began to stroke himself back to hardness.

Watching Puck get himself off was too much for Sam and the restraint he had maintained so far was quickly dissolving. He found himself pressing the small of Puck’s back down until his boyfriend’s torso was pressed flat against the mattress and then he punched his hips forward and slammed into that tight ass. Then he pulled back and slammed into it again. And then he repeated the stroke again and again until he was longdicking that ass as Puck wailed into a pillow.

Puck came with one hand gripping his cock for dear life and the other reaching back to dig into Sam’s thigh. As his body tightened and spasmed from the force of his orgasm, tightening and spasming around Sam in the process, the man behind him began to pick up speed, fucking Puck so hard that he thought the headboard was going to knock through the wall and introduce them to the neighbors.

“C’mon Sammy, fuck my ass. Come in my ass. C’mon baby, you can do it,” Puck growled, pushing himself onto his hands and twisting around until he could see the intense look on Sam’s face. Sam looked just about fit to burst, the skin of his face, neck and shoulders was flushed and he was dripping with sweat. His mouth was set in a tight grimace with his teeth bared and harsh pants of breath leaving him with every thrust. His eyes were narrowed in concentration and focused on Puck’s face as if he saw every bit of his gratification there and needed to race to it at all costs. “Fuck me,” was all Puck had to say a final time and Sam’s head fell back, his breathing stopped abruptly and his body seized violently, bucking into Puck’s and igniting a few more seconds of blessed aftershocks in the Mohawked man. The sound Sam crowed out was beautiful, Puck decided as the blond collapsed on top of him, because it was raw and deep and from his gut – honest. And perfect.

“You liked it?” asked Sam after ten minutes or so. He rolled off of his boyfriend and smirked at the way he hid his face.

“Yeah.”

Sam kissed one ear not hidden under a pillow and chuckled, “I fucking told you.”

“I know. Shut up.”

“So,” Sam said a minute later and Puck peeked his head out to look at him with an arched brow. “You tryna cuddle?”

“Yes,” he mumbled before rolling over into Sam’s arms and staying there for the rest of the night.

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FYI, I don’t like this drabble, so if someone would like to send me another Spuck prompt (an extremely specific one), I would appreciate that much.