Fic: The 9 Times Puck and Lauren Had Sex (And the 1 time They Didn't)
Not going to change the name. Too much work. *g* I'm lazy by nature.
Here is the fourth prompt. I was surprised by how easy it was to write. I think that should scare me a bit. *laughing*
The Nine times Puck and Lauren Had Sex (And the One Time They Didn't)
Summary/background: Lauren is in college and runs into Puck at a party. They start a friends with benefits sort of relationship...or is it something more.
Rating: Um, yeah back to NC-17
Feedback: Please and thank you
Disclaimer: Oh Lord I don't own them, if I did we would have a lot more scenes to gush over.
Warning: Not edited. Read at your own risk...
Challenge: Use all ten sex prompts (without blushing and chickening out) and form a story
Chapter 4: Exhibitionism
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Exhibitionism-
There were times that she wished she was rich. She wished she wasn't on a wrestling scholarship and didn't have to keep her GPA at a 3.0 to stay in school. Mid-term was that time. Even with her bad ass reputation in high school, a reputation earned and true, she was still a nerd at the heart of it. Lauren has never gotten an F in her life, a fact not many knew because she kept it under wraps. The truth was she's never gotten lower than a B and that was in Mr. Lund's Organic Chemistry class- he had it out for her from the moment she stepped in his class. She grimaced, thinking about that toad like bastard.
Sighing deeply, she dropped her head to her hand and reread the page one more time. Her head felt like it was going to explode. She had two mid-terms in the morning and a six thousand word essay to write on the Principle Ethics Case Project Enquiry Concerning Principles Morals. She was really trying not to hate her comparative philosophy and ethics professor. She only took the fucking class because she needed a humanities credit and the time of that class worked to her benefit. Lauren really would have much rather taken the sports humanities class she heard about. At least then the subject matter wouldn't seem so fucking ridiculous.
Dropping her highlighter, she closed the book and took off her glasses. She needed a break. She needed a distraction. She needed to get out of this damn library. Lauren thought about calling Quinn and seeing if she wanted to meet up for a drink, but then quickly dismissed that idea. Ever since the party she has been getting nothing but shit from Quinn about Puck. Her friend thought it was hilarious that they were... doing whatever they were doing. Especially when Lauren told her to back the fuck off. The blonde had long ago stopped being scared of her. That was something that needed to be fixed.
She could call that guy she met at the coffee shop on campus last week. He was hot- or least cute- and was very interested in her. Rolling her eyes, Lauren scraped that idea too. She was never going to call him. He just didn't get her engine going. Kent- she thought that was his name- was too ginger, too short, too nice, too- too... she sighed. Her brain was too fried to even complete that thought.
Gathering her books, she shoved them into her shoulder bag, turned off the lamp at the desk she was studying at and started walking out of the history section of the library. The stacks were quiet. People scattered through out the three story building, all of them in different levels of stress. She grabbed the railing, walking down the first set of stairs, nodding to some of the poor students she recognized on the way to the front door. At this point she didn't care where she ended up, as long as it wasn't here.
Getting into her car, she tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. Quinn wasn't the only one she'd been avoiding since the party. Puck was on her list of people to stay away from too. It wasn't easy. She'd gotten pretty used to sex on a regular basis. It was a great stress reliever and with all the shit in her life right now, that's what she needed. Turning on the radio, she let her head drop back against the headrest and let out a groan.
Really? Was this some kind of fucking sign? She never hears “Fat Bottom Girls”, but tonight she does. Lauren reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out her cell phone. All she wanted was a distraction. All she needed was a quick fuck. Puck would be open to that. And it wasn't like it meant anything. None of what they were doing meant anything. Friends with benefits. Fuck buddies. She dropped the phone back down. No. She wasn't going to call him. She would find some other way to relieve the tension.
Lauren drove to a local dive. It was where the college kids came if they wanted to blow off steam without the campus eyes on them. The off-campus bar was dark with pool tables in the back and lots of beer on tap. Perfect for what she wanted. Parking her vehicle, she put all her stuff in her trunk and walked slowly up to the door. Loud rock played as soon as she entered. Females were hanging on men on the dance floor, swaying and grinding. She walked pass the mass of people and up to the worn wood of the bar. A big man looked at her and waited. Keeping her expression calm she said, “Beer. Whatever is on tap.”
“I.D.” the bartender replied, crossing his arms.
Fuck! She was underage, but she needed something.
“She's with me,” Puck said. “She's good, man.”
The bartender narrowed his eyes, his lips twisted. “I'll kick your ass, Puck if she gets caught drinking and I get the shit because of it.”
“Just get her the beer,” he flashed his ID. “You're selling it to me and I'm legal.”
The pint of light brown liquor appeared in front of her and she took the cold glass in her hand, gulping a fourth of it down in one drink. Damn she needed that. Turning she faced her ex and arched her brow. “What are you doing here? Don't you have somewhere better to be than a dive bar?”
He shrugged sipping his own bottle of beer. “I like this place, besides I needed to blow off some steam.”
“Hmm,” she hummed deep in her throat taking another drink from her glass. The beer didn't have enough kick to make her feel a buzz, but Puck did. Her body was already reacting to his presence. Damn traitor! Looking over at the pool tables, she nodded her head, “Wanna play?”
“What are we playing for,” he asked with a seductive drawl in his voice
“If I win, I get two hundred bucks,” she leaned into him, “And if you win...”
“Oh I think you know what I want if I win,” Puck let his words hang between them. “Ready to play Zizes.”
She knew she was walking a dangerous line. She couldn't play pool to save her life, but at that moment she didn't care. She came here to get away and release some stress and that's what she was going to do. The game wasn't even close. She scratched more than anything. Puck moved around the table as if he owned it and after three more beers, Lauren was feeling pretty good. Her body was humming with booze and simmering with want. Every time he bent over the table to take a shot, she had to bite her lip. The outcome was obvious, and while normally she would be pissed about losing, tonight she didn't give a fuck.
They left the bar, both knowing that they needed each other right then. He pressed her up against the side of the building, the rough bricks biting into her back though her clothes, but she didn't care. Her mouth opened on a gasp as he kissed behind her ear. She dug her nails into his shoulders, riding the wave of sensations, knowing that the real fun haven't even started yet. Lauren reached between them, cupping his erection her hand. He dropped his head to her shoulder, biting down and growling. She shivered.
He moved his hand down her body, lifting her skirt easily over her hips. Fingers teased her though her panties then under them. Puck rubbed and flicked at her clit. She purred, kissing him to smother the sound. Some part of her knew that this wasn't the place for this. That anyone could catch them, but an even bigger part of her didn't give a shit. Desire reigned supreme and she wasn't going to fight it. Her first climax caught her off-guard. She screamed into his mouth, bucking against his hand. He pushed his fingers into her over and over, prolonging the pleasure. Puck removed his fingers from her and she whimpered at the loss. Of course the empty feeling didn't last long. Soon he was pulsing inside of her. His thick cock pounding her into the wall.
Deep in the rational part of her brain she knew she would be feeling this in the morning. The scratches from the bricks on her back, the bruises from his fingers on her hips, the bite marks from where he nipped at her shoulder. She was going to have many reminders of this night and she couldn't seem to care. Puck kissed her hard, taking her breath away as he did. His thrusts became harder, more powerful and she met every single one of them with a hard movement of her own. His breathing increased. She knew he was close, so was she. He reached between their joined bodies and ran his thumb around her clit, his blunt nail brushing it with every turn.
It was all she needed. Lauren's head hit the wall hard as she tossed it back. Stars formed and exploded and she lost the ability to speak. Her voice got trapped in her throat as she rode him through the highs of her climax. He grunted her name as he came inside of her. Puck kissed her slowly, easing them both down from the high they were on. She dropped her legs down and they wobbled a bit, the cool night air against her thighs reminding her of where they were. He grinned at her and she didn't try and stop her answering smile. Whether or not it should have happened, this was exactly what she needed. “So,” she started.
“So,” he said, zipping his jeans.
“I'll see you around,” she asked straightening her dress.
Puck smirked. “Oh yeah. I'll see you soon, Zizes.”
She shivered and on shaky legs, walked away from him back to her car. She had mid-terms to worry about, but at least she felt relaxed now.
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