Title: Terms and Conditions.
Summary: Puck gets offered the deal of a lifetime from Rachael, but what if he can't handle the terms? And what if it stops being enough for him?
Rated: M for mature themes.
Timeline: Set after Dream On, but I may include info from other episodes as I go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Also, even though it's written in the third person, it's still Puck's POV, so it may seem offensive.
A/N: Hi. This is my first ever fanfic. I don't exactly know how recently I'll be able to update, but I hope to be able to often. I'd really appreciate some feedback, and if anyone reading this would be interesting in being my beta, I'd really appreciate one of those too.
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His breathing was becoming more laboured, his cock growing harder inside her (if that was possible), and he knew he was getting closer.
"Fuck, Berry. You have to stop that," he groaned, fingers digging more forcefully on her hips, trying to stop the sweet grinding that only she could do, so as he could last longer.
"Mmm, God yes," she moaned, throwing her head back and arching up to him as he removed one of his hands from her hips to find her clit. His fingers started a gentle circling motion as he drove into her deeper and harder. He started rubbing her clit faster in consistency with her increasing moans. Again, he felt the build up that told him he was dangerously close.
"Come on, Berry. Just fucking come!" That was all it took for her to let go, nails digging into his back as she whimpered in pleasure. He followed soon after her, burying his face in her neck to muffle his satisfied groans. Every muscle in his body relaxed, and as soon as her legs fell from around his waist, he collapsed on the bed beside her with a satisfied smirk. He rolled the condom he was wearing off and threw it into the trash can beside his bed.
"So fucking good," he exclaimed, looking over at her as if he expected her to validate his comment.
But she was already sitting upright on the bed, facing away from him and sliding her panties on under her skirt, which she hadn't taken off for their little throw-down. Her vest-top was still on too, and despite his previous attempts, her bra had never come off either.
She stood up and turned to faced him, composed and almost professional looking as she smoothed her hands down her clothes and hair. Her cheeks were still flustered though, and she was still softly panting... the only evidence that she had just been thoroughly screwed.
"I believe we were quite efficient in reaching our objective," she said seriously, and he had to fight from laughing at how ridiculous she was sometimes. He put his arms behind his head leisurely and shot her a sexy grin.
"I don't know. Maybe you should stay a little longer and see just how much more efficient I can be," he said, waggling his eyebrows for added effect. He nodded down towards his still exposed cock, which was starting to grow hard again already. He saw her blush and her eyes drop to the floor, embarrassed, and he refrained from the temptation to tease her.
"I have to get home. My dad's will be worried about me."
"Whatever, Berry," he said, averting his gaze to stare at the ceiling lazily. "Mom's gone till Monday, so if you feel like another round, just drop by." He could hear her scuffling around, (looking for her jacket and bag probably,) and shortly after, he heard his bedroom door close softly.
This is the fucking life he thought to himself. I don't even have to tell her to leave afterwards.
He found his mind drifting back to a few weeks ago, when this had all started. She approached him after Glee rehearsals and changed his life in the best possible way.
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She had walked over to him as he stood in the corner, putting his guitar back into its case. He turned around to see her, a little confused, because she never talked to him if she could avoid it, which he was not going to complain about.
"I -" she started, but she couldn't seem to finish that thought. She looked nervous as hell, which kind of freaked him out. Rachael Berry didn't know the meaning of nervous. She was always scary confident, but right now she was almost shaking.
"Care to finish that sentence?" he asked, "Because I don't have all day."
She looked at the floor and gulped, and when she lifted her head up, she looked more confident, as if she remembered her purpose.
"I think we should have sex," she stated bluntly, looking him dead in the eye.
He had to admit, he definitely wasn't expecting that. His eyes went wide for just a second before he blinked and tried to regain his composure.
"Of course you do," he said cockily, "Can't say I blame you! But, just out of curiosity, what exactly made you realise that?" He gave her an easy smile, but his mind was still buzzing, trying to decipher exactly what was going on. Because little diva romantic virgin Berry didn't seem like the kind of girl to just approach a guy and propose sex, no matter how studly that guy was.
"Well," she started, "As you know, Finn is back together with Quinn. And Jesse, well you know." He did know. Jesse bailed back to Vocal Adrenaline as soon as he was done using her to please his teacher. Of course, he didn't leave without Puck and Finn teaching him a lesson.
"Yeah," he replied, encouraging her to go on.
She stalled for a second. Then... "Many actresses and singers have men that they, um, relieve their frustrations with, without getting emotionally attached to them. It helps them to concentrate on their work without getting involved in the drama of love, and, well... As you may have noticed, I seem to always get dramatic when it comes to love."
To Puck, that was the understatement of the Century. She was a psycho when she thought she was in love. He scoffed slightly, only slightly regretting it when he saw the hurt look on her face. She quickly recovered though.
"Anyway, I thought I'd take a leaf out of some of my Idol's books and... well... relieve sexual frustrations whilst distancing myself from any prospect of a relationship. And when I decided that, I immediately thought of you." A slight blush crept on her face at the admission. "I mean, you don't seem to be the relationship kind of guy, and it's no secret that you've... been around," she mumbled awkwardly. He gave her a stiff nod of agreement. It was true. His cherry's been popped and he's popped a lot of cherries, so to speak.
"So..." she said lowly, and he realised she was expecting an answer from him. He couldn't help but think she was a little young to be thinking about having a fuck-buddy, but he wasn't about to mention it and ruin his chance. As if he'd ever do that! The chance to screw the most frigid girl in the school with absolutely no strings attached? How many guys got that opportunity? He eyed her body up and down, inwardly purring with the knowledge that he could now have her whenever he wanted her. But still, here he had the chance to make her squirm, and it wasn't like he was going to pass that up either.
"I dunno, Berry. I mean, what made you think that I'd immediately take you up on your offer. I mean, what's in it for me?" His mind laughed at his own question, and began listing the many hot, dirty things that would be in it for him. He started tenting in his jeans, and he tried to get out of his own head for long enough to hear her reply.
"Well, if you're not interested, I could always ask Jacob, but I'm not sure if he'd be able to separate the physical with the emotional."
Puck inwardly scowled. So, trying to mess with her had been a bad idea, and now all he could think of was Jacob Ben-Israel's dirty nerdy little hands in places that his should be. That little dork wouldn't know what to do with a woman like Rachael. The thoughts of freak-on-Rachael action were so disturbing that he almost didn't notice her turn to walk away. His mind started to freak at the prospect of losing the sweet little ass that was starting to sway away from him.
"Whoa, hang on Berry," he said, stepping forward and putting her hand on his shoulder, turning her back towards him.
"I didn't say I wouldn't do it, you just kinda... caught me off-guard," he finished pathetically.
"So, you'll do it?"
He sighed. "Yeah, why not? One more notch on my bedpost, right?" He knew that if he said that phrase to any other girl, he'd get slapped... hard. So he felt like a total badass when she just beamed up at him and nodded enthusiastically.
"My dad's will be out of the house for a few hours at seven. Couples night. I'll leave the door open, so let yourself in." And with that, she walked away, him watching her leave in disbelief, and complete joy. He pulled his phone out and checked the time. Almost 6:00. One hour to go home, put away his guitar, maybe have a shower, rub out the easy one, (the second one will last longer, and he has a feeling she's high maintenance in bed too) and come up with an excuse for leaving the house at seven. Tonight was gonna be one of his biggest sexual conquests ever, and he was gonna be prepared.
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They'd done it 3 times since then, and her rules stayed the same. It was to stay a secret, only take the necessary amount of clothes off, no going down on her (it was too personal, she said. Luckily, she still went down on him once or twice,) and no staying after sex. He was fine with the rules, ecstatic with some of them, and best of all, he was still a free agent, even if he was fucking Berry at every opportunity he could get.
Although, he hadn't really done much with other girls since he hooked up with Rachael. But he chalked that up to the fact that he's been focusing all of his attentions on making her scream. Out of all the girls he's had the pleasure of screwing; Rachael was the hardest to please. Yes, he never left her unsatisfied, but it took a hell of a lot more to get her there than it ever took him before with his other conquests. He actually had to try. Not that he was complaining, 'cause when she did come apart, it was fucking awesome, but still. He feels a little weird that she doesn't just melt under him like all the other girls do.
Maybe it's because he made it to home base without even hitting second or third.
It'd all change if she let me take her goddamn bra off, he told himself as he drifted off to sleep.
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So there it is. I haven't read many fics, so I don't really know if this no-strings theme is over-written. If it is, let me know.
Please review and let me know what you thought.