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Missed the fuck outta this asshole. It’s gonna be an interesting semester.  @LADYLOPEZ.

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One More Drink || Pucktana

[osupuckerman]

osulopez:

She had him exactly where she wanted him; boned up and ready to bang. Calling him easy would have been an understatement, but that stood for them both. She’d practically needed a new pair of panties the second she felt his familiar touch; their fate written in the stars or whatever that bullshit saying was that so many people like to use. “Let it be known that not a single girl on this campus will ever compare to yours truly, Puckerman.” She’d had her own days of practice, each showing her more and more on the act of pleasing her male companion, or female. Still, their being together at this point was inevitable, even if only for one night. They both had an undying curiosity for the other, neither willing to walk away from it either.

A quiet sigh of relief was released as full lips grazed her perfectly tanned skin, the gentle touch being the silent agreement of where the night was going. “You can stop with the bullshit,” she assured, her forehead falling against his with a smirk. “If you want me so bad, then get me out of here,” she shrugged, her voice nothing more than a quiet whisper on his lips. She didn’t want to bang in a dirty bathroom of a club, even if that was exactly what he had in mind. “And don’t think this is happening anywhere other than a bedroom. If you wanna show me everything you’ve learned, it needs to be somewhere I can do the same.” She already knew she’d signed her sexual fate away the moment their bodies collided, but if it’d worked for them in high school, who was to say it couldn’t work now?

Puck grinned at her demand, looking her in the eye. If that was the only thing she requested he would gladly give her that. It wasn’t like there was any females that really had his attention. Well there was that chick Amanda that had become a frequent occurrence in his bedroom but that was before he knew Santana was in the area, let alone the same school. All bets were off. “Done. Whatever you want as long as I get you moaning my name,” he said back with a shrug. He wasn’t stupid enough to think she hadn’t had sex since him, it was them after all. He couldn’t help but wonder how different it’d be from high school to be with her.

He chuckled at her words and nodded. Leaning forward he pressed his lips to hers in a quick but firm kiss to say he understood and pulled away. Sliding his hand down her arm he tugged her over towards the door. “Let’s go then... now,” he said, making sure she heard the tone of his voice. He was very serious when he said that last word. If she wasn’t up for a quickie in the bathroom before they ended the night, he was ending that shit now. “I’ve got gin in my room,” he told her as he pulled her to the exit. Once outside he motioned over to his car and pulled his keys out, smiling at the 2012 Black Camaro. “Upgrade from the beat up truck I used to drive in high school right?” he grinned and held out his keys. “Think you’re sober enough to drive Lo?”

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One More Drink || Pucktana

[osupuckerman]

osulopez:

This wasn’t anything new for them; the scene, the music, the overly sexual touching that most wouldn’t understand. They were a fucked up match made in some place other than Heaven, but it wasn’t like she’d have it any other way. Her hips rolled instinctively toward his, her rounded backside pressed firmly against his bulged front. “If you’re lucky, we might hookup once or twice,” she shrugged off easily, though she knew better than to believe such an awful lie. They hadn’t been able to stay away from each other in high school, what made her think she could do it while surrounded alcohol and constant frustrations?

“What? Don’t have a line of desperate chicks lined up already?” College was the place for a such a sex shark; he’d never stop swimming. The older girls would be impressed by his bad ass ego and easy talking ways, and the other freshmen would be just as thirsty. She too had her own line of jocks wanting to hit it, and maybe if Puck hadn’t of showed his face, she would’ve been happy to start the lineup fresh. Now she’d have to deal with their inevitable sex, not that such a thing was as terrible as she was silently making it seem.

Her arm curled around his neck, keeping him as close as their bodies would allow as hips swayed in rhythm with the music. As much as she loved an awesome night out, she enjoyed a steamy night a little more, especially with a dude she knew could work her body the way she so desperately needed. Still, even with the pooling heat between her legs, she wouldn’t be the one to insist leaving so early on; if he wanted her, he’d have to work for it. Maybe.

Puck laughed at the question. As if that would ever be a problem for him. “Of course I do. What do you think I’ve been doing until you got here,” he grinned, his grip tightening on her hip as they moved to the beat. He knew she didn’t plan on leaving him just yet but he wanted to make sure so his grip was firm. Besides, his dick missed her way to much to even allow space between their bodies right now. The truth was the truth. He did have girls lined up to fuck him, he was an attractive guy with a fuckboy attitude playing football and handling his shit. Why wouldn’t they? While he was a lot more careful in his fun nowadays, Santana was different and always would be.

His face turned into her neck when she wrapped her arm around his. Her perfume she wore was different then the last time they’d seen each other but her personal scent was still there and damn if he didn’t miss it. Pressing a kiss to the side of her neck as the song changed, he stepped back and waited for her to turn around so he could talk to her face to face. The new song wasn’t as loud as the last but he still needed to pull her closer to hear him. “I’ve always got chicks lined up waiting on me. Still the Puckasauras babe and I’ve only gotten better with practice,” he teased with his signature smirk. “But who gives a fuck. All that shit went out the window when I saw you,” he said smiling. “Come on San, don’t make me beg. I mean I probably will do it because it’s been a while but don’t expect it every time we hook up, because we both know it won’t only be once.”

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One More Drink || Pucktana

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osulopez:

“Shocker. I thought pre-owned vaginas would eventually get old,” she shot back, eyes rolling. She’d always known he was a total player, even before their spontaneous hookups began. Still, when whatever they’d had was going well, he seemed to focus on her rather than everyone else, but he always found his way into someone else’s pants eventually.  “How’s your sister? Ready for the man eat man world of McKinley high? Hopefully she’s nothing like her brother,” she teased, hoping the moment wasn’t too heavy to crack a joke. Then again, nothing ever got heavy between them. They could handle a serious conversation as long as it was followed by sex, which, most of the time it was.

“Lucky us,” she shrugged, thankful that by whatever fucked up game the universe was playing, that they’d been lucky enough to get the leading roles. “Sorry I’m not layered in clothing. Fall weather or not, yours truly can’t deny her fans of this complete sex bod. Legs, stomach, and tits must be on display for all the unlucky losers who’ll never know what it’s like to have this,” she rambled, knowing damn good and well he’d noticed her toned frame.

“Sure you can handle it?” She downed the rest of her drink, the unbalanced ratio of vodka to juice making her head spin slightly. “Finally? The only problem I’ve ever had after drinking was how horny I get, and I don’t recall you ever complaining before,” she shot back, her fingers curling into his belt loops to pull him closer. “Wow me,” she challenged, her eyes falling to his rhythmic body.

Puck laughed as he tugged her forward, himself walking backwards towards dance corner of the small bar. “Who said I was complaining now?” he asked coming to a stop and letting her pull him forward as he began moving his hips to the beat. “You know me better than that. I’ve never been one to complain about sex in any shape or form, it’s why we’ve always gotten along so well,” he teased and circled around her to place his hands on her hips and his front against her back. The song changed over the speakers, the hard dance beat melting into a softer dance beat. His hands gripped her waist tighter, pressing as close to her body as he could as he moved in rhythm with her.

“So you know with you being a Cheerleader and me being on the team, we’ve gotta fuck around right?” He said near her ear over the music after a moment of silence. His lips stretched into a grin as he pulled away for her to look at him over his shoulder. He shrugged. “You know I’m right. Besides, it’ll give us an excuse when we do find ourselves fucking with each other, because you know we will. There’s no way I’m not about to bug the shit out of you now that I know you’re here.”

Truth was, Puck as happy that someone he knew he could trust was going to school with him now. Not that it hadn’t been fun to make a new name for himself the last year but he missed the trust he had with his real friends and yeah, he considered the people in that dumbass club, real friends. Santana was one of the main. The fought like fuck but Santana seemed to have that kind of friendship with everyone. Besides, they’d been in each other’s lives long enough to vibe off each other expertly and right now? He was getting a vibe from her that he was very much familiar with.

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One More Drink || Pucktana

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osulopez:

Had she ever been wrong to think that there could possibly be something longterm for them? Probably so, but it hadn’t stopped her from wanting it from time to time. Even with those dark desires, she’d never taken the risk, mostly because she too had hella commitment issues, the sole thought of settling making her cold to the core. That was one of the many reasons they’d ever worked so well; neither wanted to settle, but neither could ever completely walk away from whatever fling brewed between them. While he’d experimented with half the school, she’d done the same with both boys and girls, the latter taking her attention for most of senior year.

“I could outdrink you in my sleep, Puckerman,” she huffed, slender fingers curling around the shot glass before turning it up. The fiery clear liquid burned, but she’d gotten used that years ago. “If you’re trying to screw me in some gross ass bathroom, forget it,” she called out, the comment being one that made butterflies spark. They’d screwed in worse places, but something about this was different. They’d both went on with their lives, yet here they were stuck in some freaky flashback Friday scenario with alcohol and awful music. Her hand tightened around his, the other tightening around her mixed drink. She’d definitely need more if the convo headed anywhere but sexy town.

Once outside, her perfectly tanned skin rose with chill bumps, the chilly wind making her rethink the entire ‘less is best’ motto. “Yeah,” she nodded, taking a long sip of the strong mixture before gaze fell on the ground beneath them. “It was either here or some reject Ivy League college of my dad’s choice. Which, clearly wasn’t really an option to begin with. I was practically scouted by OSU’s cheerleading coach my junior year of high school, so it was kind of a no brainer on coming here,” she shrugged, gaze shifting to his for the first time in the few short minutes they’d reconnected. “What the hell are you doing here? Get tired of all the MILF’s in Lima?”

Laughing at her question he shook his head. “Me? Tired of the MILFs? Never....” he said grinning before shrugging and shoving his hands in his pockets. “It was this, prison or the military. Well those or stay in Lima for the rest of my life. I thought about going to the military. Like long and hard about it but decided I didn’t want to do. Not only am I not cool with anyone telling me what to do and screaming in my face and shit, but my mom and sister still need me kinda close I guess. Whatever,” he said scratching his neck the way he always did when he spoke about his mom and sister. The subject always made him feel vunerable as fuck. He cleared his throat and aimed to change the direction of the conversation.

“Anyway I talked to coach, she helped me work on some scholarship shit. The titans not completely sucking when we graduated helped a lot and managed to get a full ride to OSU. I mean I had to take some summer stuff and prove I wasn’t gonna screw everything up completely with my gpa being shitty but hey, it worked and I’m here,” he said turned to look at her and realizing she was probably cold. He laughed. “Come on Lopez, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do but you’re not nearly as drunk as you need to be if you’re cold,” he said standing up straight.

“Come on Lo, dance with me,” he said with a smirk and evil glint in his eye, grabbing her hand and pulling her back inside of the club behind him. “Two more drinks in you and we’ll see if you’ve finally learned how to handle your shit,” he teased over the music. “No crying and hysterical drunk episodes tonight.”`

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One More Drink || Pucktana

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osulopez:

So far, college had been everything she could have ever imagined. Being the hot piece of ass she was, she got free drinks everywhere she went, and all the local bars never carded her; joke was totally on her dad. He’d tried so hard to raise a determined young woman to mimic the path he’d taken to the paradise of wealth, but she had no interest in medicine and fifty years of schooling to get to her endgame. Instead, she wanted to have fun, party hard, and screw around with as many equally as hot bodies as she possibly could before her four years were up and over.

The all too familiar sound of a certain male’s voice fills her mind and a wave of overwhelming memories floods her emotions. They’d fucked around, and if there was one guy she’d ever found herself actually wanting to be with, it was Noah Puckerman, the biggest fuckboy Lima could offer. “No way,” she hummed quietly, chill bumps rising on her exposing skin as she turned to face him. He hadn’t changed much, his goofy, yet incredibly attractive smirk being something she remembered all too well.

“Careful, Puckerman. You might be seeing it around a lot more. You’re looking at a cheerleader right now,” she shrugged, stepping closer as if it were another high school get together. “Wanna be respectful for two seconds and get me a drink? I’m only asking because I wouldn’t trust another asshole not to try something. At least you know it wouldn’t take a spiked drink to get me in bed,” she teased, bottom lip falling gracefully between pearly whites.

He felt the moment her body language changed and his smile widened when he felt her relax against him before she even turned around. He raised his eyebrow in curiosity at her words, loosening his grip just enough for her to spend around, his hand falling on her lower back. “No shit?” he asked, completely surprised. This was definitely a story he had to hear. So much so he chose to wait and agree to the drink offer. “Only because I missed you,” he said in reply, licking his own lips when his eyes found hers between her teeth. Memories assaulted his mind and he had a rush of excitement that he might actually get to take her up on that offer sooner rather than later.

Releasing her he turned and headed to the bar. Pulling out his wallet he flagged down one of the bartenders and ordered two more shots of tequila along with a vodka and cranberry. Once they were payed for he balanced all three in his hand and somehow managed to make it back over to Santana. “Tequila because that’s what I’ve been fucking with all night and vodka and crandberry for you because... its a college party and these bartenders suck,” he explained with a shrug. Handing her one of the shots first and taking his own in his right hand. “You’ve got some catching up to do Lopez, this is my 5th shot of the night,” he bragged and raised his glass to clink with her own before throwing his head back and downing the liquor. At this point it was barely a wince before he was setting the empty glasses on a random table and handing her the mixed drink in his hand. 

“C’mere for a minute while you drink that,” he told her, motioning behind him towards the bathrooms where it was a little bit quieter. After thinking about it for a second he made a face. “Actually let’s hit the patio. I need to smoke a cigarette,” he told her and reached out to grab her hand out of reflex to lead her out the side door towards the patio. It was mostly deserted thanks to the chilly weather but it was quiet enough for him to actually hear himself think. “Okay... what the fuck are you even doing here? You’re going to school here now?”

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One More Drink || Pucktana

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osulopez:

Damn had getting out of that small reject of a town been the decision he’d ever made. Her doctor douche of a dad had pushed for an Ivy League college since birth, but Santana’s grades and behavior hadn’t exactly been Columbia University material. Still, her first weeks on campus had been a total party. She’d already been accepted into a sorority, one that happened to have it good with the biggest frat on campus. Hell, even her Tinder life had gotten a lot more interesting. It seemed like everyone wanted a piece of her hot Latina bod, and she couldn’t blame them. She was sort of a big deal, and everyone that was anyone knew that.

Short denim shorts barely covered her curved backside, let along her long slender legs. She could practically feel every dude eye-fucking her as she walked, and every chick too. “I’d stare at my ass too. It’s like, the closest you’ll ever get to an ass like this,” she shrugged, her voice low as she eyed the obvious failure of a male before moving on.

The sound of her name being called out brought a devilish smirk to her cherry coated lips. “’Sup, bitch?” It was her way of greeting a fellow sorority sister, her arms curling around the blonde’s neck before pulling back to admire the mass collection of bodies. Damn, she loved a good college thrown down.

Her voice caught his attention and his eyes snapped to her immediately. What the fuck? I mean don’t get him wrong, it wasn’t unusual to see people he went to high school at OSU and definitely not rare to see people who didn’t even attend the school that he knew at parties. But the Glee kids definitely weren’t any of the ones he expected to see and especially not Santana Lopez. Wasn’t she at Columbia or some shit? Even if she was home to visit this was a far ways from Lima (no not really) and it was the beginning of a new semester wasn’t it? What the hell was this? Ignoring one his friends trying to catch his attention he instead made his way through the crowd. She still hadn’t noticed him yet.

He stopped a few feet behind her and debated for a second how he even wanted to approach her. The obvious answer would be to just ask her what the fuck she was doing here. Another would be to fuck with her and it wouldn’t be the two of them if he didn’t tease her a little. He had a fleeting moment about whether or not she might have a girlfriend nearby, or boyfriend, he never pretended to know how that chick’s brain worked, and hesitated before saying fuck it. Wouldn’t be the first time some dude punched him in the face over Santana and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

Smirking to himself he said fuck it and slid up behind Santana, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. “Damn mama, can’t say I definitely don’t miss seeing this ass in the hallway every day,” he teased with a grin, squeezing her sides lightly. As confused as he was, he was still happy to see her. Somehow their fucked up relationship both past and present worked and he still couldn’t deny the love he had for her annoying ass.

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One More Drink || Pucktana

Puck scrunched his face up as he looked up at the ceiling where Mike Posner was spilling from the speakers. Wasn’t that song old as shit? He was drunk, but he wasn’t that drunk. Apparently his friends were worst off them him because they immediately began head smashing off beat which sent Puck and the girl next to him, he couldn’t remember her name at the moment, into a fit of giggles. “Puck! Take another shot!” The sound of his name and alcohol in the same sentence makes Puck turn around, his eyes falling on a busty blonde that he could vaguely remember from last semester. Brandy? Brittany? Becky? Something with a B, he was almost positive. What? It was a long winter break.

“What’s up babe?” he asks when she steps next to him, deciding to use the pet name so he didn’t fuck himself over. He took the shot handed to him and nodded in approval. Third shot tonight he hadn’t had to pay for. He could definitely see the ladies missed him. He tosses the shot back with a wince and slams the glass before leaning over to kiss the girl’s cheek in thanks and walking away. It was the first party of the semester, the ice breaker, and he had a lot more interesting things to see and do at the ice breaker than a blonde he couldn’t even remember her name. Then again, lets be real, he couldn’t remember a lot of the girls he hooked up with in his life. “SANTANA!” 

He stops dead in his tracks when he hears the name, his eyes searching for the source or the target. That name wasn’t common and one he most definitely remembered very well. What the fuck was she doing here?