Title: Bad To Please

Summary: Sam Evans is trying to hide his dirty side but Mercedes has caught on to him and is a little curious. Mercedes/Puck, Mercedes/Sam

Primary Players: Mercedes & Sam

Rating: soft M

Word Count: 4757

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine!

A/N: I'm writing a super long Twilight piece but all my inspiration has left me, so I wrote this as a distraction. Hopefully I'm not the only one who loves a dirty Sam and Mercedes ;)

Mercedes Jones loves bad boys.

It was partly because of her love of bad boys that she gave Puck a second chance, the other part was because he had learned that she didn't take shit from anybody and checked his cockiness at the door.

The other members of glee confused her want of a respectful guy for a sensitive guy. Yes, she wanted to be treated like a lady but she wasn't some fragile girl. She could take a little man handling, and quite frankly she liked it.

Mercedes needed a guy who would tell her she was beautiful when she fixed up but would still whisper dirtily that he couldn't wait until she was in nothing but her bra and panties and then proceed to tell her all the nasty things he wanted to do to her. She wanted a guy who would open the door for her as she got into his truck, but then fuck her in it in an empty parking lot behind a Denny's.

In short, Mercedes was a lot more dirty than she let people believe. It wasn't too hard keeping up her squeaky clean image with Captain Prude and Virgin Mary as her closest allies but every now and again the itch to just be fucked by a sweaty boy with a bad temper and sailor vocabulary would arise, and that's were Puck had come in.

Puck had lost a lot of his badassness after joining glee club and the birth of his daughter, but he was still a dick. It was nearly impossible for Puck to be the nice guy that would faithfully commit, no matter how much he tried to force himself to believe he could. Puck was a sinner among saints but lucky for him Mercedes had never been one to want the good guy.

If she was being honest with herself, the fact that he had impregnated his best friend's girl had kind of turned her on. Sure, the consequences where sad and Quinn had been a mess, but fucking your best friend's girl was pretty badass. Mercedes had definitely noticed him before that incident, but that had kind of cemented his worthiness in her mind.

The first time she had dated him had surprisingly been a disaster. She had been all for giving it up to him in the back of his pickup, even excited about the prospect, but then Puckerman had opened his mouth and completely turned her off. The diva expected an asshole comment or two but the teenager had just reeked of cockiness and that was one thing Mercedes Jones did not tolerate. So, she'd let him believe he needed to work for her because she was a virgin and deserved better, but really she had been buying time in hopes his attitude would get better- too bad it hadn't.

But, fast forward almost a year and it had been at Rachel's impromptu glee party where she had let her urges finally get the best of her. Puck had been looking extra delicious that night in a way that only he could pull off. He had come with Lauren, but just like Puck, Mercedes didn't really care much about people and their commitments. Besides, Lauren hadn't even slept with him yet so it wasn't like they were together anyway.

Puck had been breaking the seal when Mercedes had walked into the bathroom. "Puckerman," she'd said, acknowledging the drunken teen, and his not so little friend. Mercedes had made sure to lock the door behind her in case one of their glee mates had come looking for them.

Puck just threw his head back and moaned as he'd continued to take a piss. He'd waited until he had shaken the last of the pee off to look at his ex. "What do you want?" It had came out with a slight edge, but instead of deterring her, it'd just further excited her.

"I'd thought that would have been obvious?"

Puck had lifted an eyebrow in his signature questioning look. "Are you drunk?"

Mercedes had chuckled to herself. "Nope Puckerman, just horny."

And like she had predicted, Puck had given in and they'd had sex on Rachel Berry's bathroom floor. It had been hot and heavy and loud and absolutely what Mercedes had needed. Luckily everyone had been too drunk or involved in their own shit to come looking for them, so afterward they were able to wipe off and pretend like nothing had happened.

After that night they continued to sneak hot make out sessions and quick fucks but after three weeks their friends began to catch on that they were getting a little close. One day in glee Santana had questioned them in front of everyone, forcing them to go public.

"So Wheezy, you and Puckerman seem to be getting pretty friendly," Santana had taunted. "Never thought you'd be one to go and push up on somebody's man."

"He's not my man!" Lauren had cut in.

Santana had just rolled her eyes. "Whatever, but seriously, what's going on with you two?"

Mercedes had been all for denying any type of relationship, but before she could open her mouth Puck beat her to the punch. "We're dating," he ignored the look of slight outrage on Mercedes face and continued. "Despite what you all think I really like Mercedes and I'm so glad she took me back."

Mercedes had to force herself not to throw up in her mouth. That had been the first sign that getting back with Puck had been a mistake. His cockiness was gone, but a real badass would have told them to mind their own damn business.

"What the hell was that?" Mercedes had demanded after class.

Puck had rolled his eyes and sighed, like Mercedes was annoying him. "I just said we're dating to get them off our backs. They won't quit until they are able to label us, and as much as I know you like to be watched every now and again, I highly doubt you want any of the people in glee to catch you on your knees for me." While he had a point, it was still infuriating that he had people thinking they were a real couple.

Their fake relationship was pretty solid for the next couple of months, but after Nationals, Puck had seemed to keep dropping subtle hints that he wanted to try a real relationship.

At first Puck would start texting her good morning at the start of her day and wishing her good night right before she went to bed. The text had been kind of cute, but when he began to send text asking where she was, and who she was with, and when was she going to see him, they started to get annoying,

Mercedes Jones didn't have to answer to anyone, especially a man that she had no commitment to. But it was when Puck admitted that he hadn't slept with anyone else in two months that Mercedes knew that Puckerman of all people were developing feelings, and it was time to move on.

But the questions was, with who? Mercedes was smart, so wouldn't drop Puck until she had a solid replacement because the sex was amazing and even if he was becoming a pussy his dick still worked wonders.

Mercedes stood at her locker and racked her brain of all the guys at McKinley, but no one stood out to her. A football player seemed her best bet, but most of them were too cocky or closeted.

Just then Sam Evans walked up to a water fountain near her locker. Mercedes watched as the blond bent down to drink the water, his lips puckering deliciously. The diva was about to turn her head when she caught Sam eyeing a brunette that walked by.

Everyone checked out somebody every once in awhile, but it was the way Sam was looking at her that caught Mercedes attention. Sam was looking at the girl like she was a limp legged zebra and he was a lion ready to attack. There was a predatory hunger in his eyes that signaled he was running through his mind all the nasty things he would do to her body and it was turning Mercedes on.

Sam was still caught up in his own special moment as he turned and locked eyes with Mercedes. He darted out his tongue to lap up a drop of water that was hanging on his plump bottom lip. Mercedes swore she saw his lip curve into the tiniest of challenging smirks before he broke out into his trademark grin and waved a hello.

Mercedes just smiled and waved back, but on the inside she was laughing. "I'm on to you Evans. I know a bad boy when I see one," the teen thought to herself as she closed her locker with a smile. It looked like there might be a solution to her problem after all.

Sam Evans is a bad boy.

Ever since he was thirteen years old and lost his v-card to his fifteen year old neighbor, he knew his body was specifically made to do naughty things. God had graced him with a mouth that was perfect for little things like kissing, or more sinful things like sucking on a woman's clit so hard that she ended up squirting in your mouth.

He had also been blessed with crystal blue eyes that were innocent enough to draw any woman in, and a metabolism that made keeping his angel sculpted six pack abs a breeze.

While Sam was attractive, he was never the brightest crayon in the pack. School had always been a struggle because of his dyslexia, and even gaining friends had been a challenge because of his knowledge of all things nerd and his shyness.

It was in sixth grade when he had first kissed his neighbor Kelly that he realized he was actually good at something. The kiss had gotten Kelly to stop crying and made her feel better. A year later when she'd come to him complaining about her boyfriend dumping her, Sam had slept with her because he'd figured she would need more than a kiss to feel better, and he had been really curious.

Kelly had made these noises that had sounded like a wounded kitten, but the look on her face had been of pure bliss. Her praises of him had made him feel smart and useful for once in his life. After that night, Sam had come to the conclusion that he may not be the smartest, or the most athletic, or funniest guy, but he was a grade A fuck.

The rest of his time before McKinley Sam spent sleeping with any girl or woman that needed a pick me, and he'd honed his skills so that no female would ever walk away unsatisfied. The Joy of Sex was probably the only book he had ever read all the way through and it had been by far more helpful than anything in Literature class he had been forced to skim through.

The ladies were nice. Most of them had boyfriends or husbands that didn't treat them right and they came to Sam to feel special for an afternoon, and to make their partner's jealous. Sam didn't mind being used. It wasn't until one girl got a little too attached did he start to see that random sex wasn't just a past time.

He had slept with Gaby on a Friday night after a football game, and on Monday when she realized that he had fucked Tonya in the girls locker room she had been crushed. The girl had apparently developed feelings for Sam, and accused him of being a douche and a player. The accusations had really hurt Sam because his intention were never to hurt anyone. His goal had always been to please the woman he was with, his own satisfaction always came second.

Word quickly spread that Sam was a womanizing bastard, and while the guys suddenly praised him, the girls no longer wanted anything to do with him. Sam was more than happy when his parents had told him that they were moving to Lima because it meant a fresh start. He'd vowed to not engage in random hookups in high school, and save the one nighters for college.

His promise to himself had lasted all of two weeks before he realized how much he missed sex. He mainly missed the satisfaction he got from seeing a woman's face just as she came. Her face in that moment would wipe away all the frustrations of the day and in their place would be pure bliss. For a moment she would be utterly happy and uninhibited, and all because of him. That fact made him feel powerful and was a serious ego boost. Sam also missed getting a load off, and he wasn't use to not having a warm body to look forward to after practice.

But, being good had its perks too. For the first time people respected him for something other than his dick size, and he had real friends that helped him with his homework and jokingly picked on him for how nerdy he was. Girls still wanted him for his body, but some of them actually wanted to get to know him.

Sam had fallen quickly for Quinn because she made him work for her affections, and she wasn't looking for sex. He rationalized it would be easier to stay good if you weren't having sex at all, then trying to have sex with just one person.

Sam knew himself, he wasn't a very strong willed person. Just because he put all his energy into being the best boyfriend for Quinn didn't mean he didn't get the animalistic urge to fuck anything with a vagina from time to time. He knew that as long as he wasn't having sex he could keep up his façade, but the minute it was challenged the real Sam would make an appearance, and he wasn't ready for his glee mates to experience that quite yet.

It had really hurt when Quinn had cheated on him. Sam had been working so hard to be good for her that when she was caught hooking up with Finn it had made him very tempted to go back to his old ways. Luckily Santana had swooped in and saved the day. It was obvious the minute he met her that she was a closeted lesbian.

Their relationship was purely for show, but it kept Sam preoccupied. Santana did make it difficult a few times when she would get really drunk and start talking about fucking Brittany again. The rants would always arise images of a threesome for Sam, and holy fuck what he wouldn't give to be apart of one again.

Santana soon got tired of him and dumped him, but that hadn't come as a surprise for Sam. He was starting to see that he didn't need a girlfriend to keep him on track. It had been months since he had done anything more than kissing and he was proud of himself.

Then Mercedes Jones had to stick her nose where it didn't belong and mess everything up. Sam wasn't stupid. He knew what pretending looked like, he was a master at it. Mercedes was trying to hide a side of herself from people, but it took him awhile to figure out exactly what her secret was. It was when Puck had announced he and Mercedes were a couple that Sam knew what the teen was hiding.

Mercedes for a lack of a better term was a sex shark. He could tell that day in glee by the look she had given Puck that she didn't want much to do with the boy, but obviously by the way she hadn't disputed him, she wanted something from the bad boy. And by the devious look in her eye that women only get when they're scorned or horny, Sam knew Mercedes Jones only wanted sex and she wanted it bad.

The realization had strangely brought him some peace. He wasn't the only one with a hankering for sex and it further reassured him that his obsession needed to be hidden. Mercedes had been his beckon of light for awhile, until she got bored with Puck.

Her advances had begun innocently enough, a few slow lip licks here, a few bends to show off the cleavage there- all things Sam could handle. Granted, Mercedes Jones was a seasoned veteran when it came to the art of seduction, but it was hard for the girl to pull out all the tricks while still trying to maintain a wholesome image.

A slowly eaten banana had almost been his demise at lunch one day, but thankfully Kurt had sat down beside Mercedes before he could see just how far the fruit could reach down her throat. The old Sam Evans would have promptly gotten her off with his fingers at the lunch table but the new Sam Evans merely greeted a stressed Kurt and listened to him intently as he complained about his boyfriend. As sexy as Ms. Jones was, and as talented as he knew she would be, she wasn't worth losing his new friends over.

Sam had thought he was in the clear and had survived his first year at McKinley as a new man. He was on his way to the gym for one of his last workouts of the year when a pair of small, yet strong hands grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him into the janitor's closet.

"Hey sexy," Sam heard a female voice whisper behind him. His shoulder's tensed as he realized he had been trapped.

Sam turned around and chuckled at the girl in front of him. "Mercedes, if you wanted to talk to me in private you could have just texted me," he tried to joke.

Mercedes just smirked at him and leaned against one of the janitor's supply shelves. "Cut the act Evans. You think you fool me with your Beiber hair and Avatar knowledge, like you're some kind of sweet jock, but I know the real you. " Mercedes moved closer to the blond so that they were only inches apart. "You, Sam Evans, are a bad boy who I bet has gotten more girls than even Puckerman. I can tell you like sex and you do it well, probably even better than Puck. I bet your dick is bigger than his too, or at least I hope to be able to find out," she ended with a smirk.

Sam tried not to focus on the swell of Mercedes breast as she circled behind him so that she could whisper her final line into his ear. The girl wanted to play games, which was fine. Sam always won because he wasn't afraid to play a little dirty.

"Mercedes, I think dating Puckerman has fried your brain. The Mercedes I know wouldn't be talking about sexual conquests and penises. Is something going on with you, do you want to talk about it?" Sam faked his concern, showing Mercedes that he wasn't going down without a fight.

Mercedes cackled at his sentiment. "Oh you're good, almost Oscar worthy how you can stay in character like that. But tell me, doesn't it get old? Don't you hate having to get up everyday and deny who you really are? I'm not here to out you to everyone Sam, I'm here to help you."

Sam looked down at his friend and for a second he almost caved to her wishes. "It's sweet that you want to help me, but I'm fine. I don't know why you think I'm acting different or fake, but I'm not. This is me Mercedes, and I wish you'd just accept it." Sam did his noted 'wounded puppy face' to solidify his hurt and confusion in hopes Mercedes would back the hell up.

Mercedes looked like she was about to leave out the closet in defeat but then she looked at Sam with the beginnings of tears in her eyes and he knew then he was probably going to lose the battle.

Mercedes sighed. "I'm sorry Sam, I just- I- ," she paused to collect herself. "Things with Puck just aren't going the way I planned. It's like he doesn't even notice me even more. I just- I just want to feel special again, you know?" Mercedes asked Sam.

Sam had almost believed her teary confession, but he was dealing with Mercedes Jones. "Bullshit. I know you just use Puck for his dick, so let's cut the 'he doesn't care about me anymore' act," his words had come out with an edge that he hadn't used in over a year and it felt great.

Mercedes quickly sobered up and even with tears leaking down her face she still wore a smile. "Well, I had to try something. I know you have a soft spot for girls with boy toy issues so I figured I'd give it a shot." Mercedes wiped under her eyes for any trace of running mascara.

"But I am glad at the out burst, finally I can see a little of the real you, and to let you in on a secret- I like it." Mercedes closed the distance between Sam and herself.

"Can you please quit fighting yourself Sam? We are more a like than you want to admit, so I know how hard denying your sexual needs must be for you."

Something inside Sam had snapped and he forcefully grabbed Mercedes' shoulder and pushed them so that they were up against the wall. "I am not like you Mercedes. You're a selfish bad, only fucking people to get a fix. I'm bad to please people. I actually gave a shit about all the girls I slept with. So please, don't compare us!" Sam said fiercely.

Mercedes wasn't deterred by his tantrum. "So seeing a girl with her legs spread for you, withering underneath you as you get her off isn't an ego boost? Don't sit here and tell me that you do what you do all in the name of making women feel good because that is a load of bull. Just because you remember her name afterwards doesn't make you anymore of a saint than me."

Sam growled. Mercedes was starting to squirm under the pressure of his hands pinning her to the wall so he thrust his hip into her stomach to keep her from moving. "So what, I'm not allowed to get a load off while I help them?"

"Of course," Mercedes scoffed. "Just stop pretending that everything you do is for them. Just admit to me that it's knowing that your talent is what made them so happy is what gets you off more than their happiness."

Maybe it was because he was angry, maybe it was because Mercedes' scent and straightforward attitude was going straight to his dick, but Sam finally gave in and started to open up to Mercedes.

"Fine, I'm proud of my skills." Sam ignored Mercedes questioning stare and moved to put his hand on either side of her head. "I'm proud to be good at something."

"So you think you're good, huh?" Mercedes challenged.

Sam smirked. "No, I know I'm good."

He lowered his head to Mercedes' ear. "By eleven I had already mastered the art of whispering. People don't think it's a skill, but I found that for some reason girls just love it when you lean in close and whisper what you have to say into their ear. It makes them feel special and gets them to shut the fuck up."

Sam lifted his lips into a grin against the silent diva. "At twelve I found out that my full mouth actually served a purpose," he slowly started to move his mouth lower, grazing his lips against Mercedes jaw line as he continued his speech. "I had my first kiss that year, but I realized you don't always have to kiss a girl to make her feel good, sometimes she just likes to feel you there."

Sam continued to let his mouth roam softly against Mercedes face. His lips ghosted above hers but he didn't kiss her. Instead Sam looked into her eyes with satisfaction at the lust radiating in her dark brown orbs.

He let his hands slide down the wall to descend down Mercedes' shoulders, over her breast and land on her ribcage. "I have big hands- a fact I noticed when I was thirteen and was having sex for the first time. Even as my hands held firmly onto my neighbor's ribcage to keep us steady, I could still seem to reach out my thumbs to rub her nipples." Sam reached out his thumbs over Mercedes breast and chuckled as he heard her breathe in sharply.

He pushed his thumbs down slightly as the digits moved in slow circles. Mercedes eyelashes were fluttering at the sensation as she allowed Sam to do whatever he wanted to her to prove a point. When she had pulled him into the closet she had thought they would have been just finishing by now, not barely getting started.

Sam used his right knee to gently nudge her legs open so that his knee could apply a little bit of pressure to her groin. The movement was small, and not nearly enough to get her where she wanted to be but Mercedes still had to bite back a whimper that threatened to leave her lips.

"That feel good?" Sam whispered throatily. Mercedes merely nodded. His question came out sincere, unlike with Puck where he mainly asked to taunt her as she screamed in passion.

The blonde stilled his thumbs and moved his hands lower down Mercedes' body until they were at the hem of her skirt. He worked his hands back up, underneath the fabric until they rested at her hips.

Mercedes shuddered at the cool air against her thighs. A tingle of pleasure tickled at her body as Sam left opened mouth kisses down her neck and chest until he stopped right below her stomach. "Up until I was fifteen I thought my mouth was my most talented body part, but then puberty hit hard and now I see it's my dick," he moved lower so that he was in line with her crotch.

"But I still really, really love using my mouth," with that he bit at her panties and Mercedes finally let a moan fall from her lips.

"Please Sam," Mercedes whimpered, she tried in vain to push her hips closer to his face but the blonde had already shifted backwards and was making to stand.

For the first time Sam's smile was laced with a arrogance and sexual deviance that was making Mercedes wetter than she already was. "Have a good summer with Puck, Mercedes."

Mercedes huffed in frustration as she pulled at her skirt. The boy was evil! Sam's face returned to the eerily happy go lucky expression he always wore and his façade was already back in place, ready to pretend that nothing had happened. He offered one more smile before making his way to the door.

"Wait!" Sam turned to look back at his friend. "Hypothetically speaking, what if I were to say Tuesdays and Thursdays during the summer my house is always empty and Puck is busy taking his sister to her dance lessons?"

The mischievous glint returned to Sam's eyes, making the baby blues darken with lust. "Hypothetically speaking, I would rather fuck you Monday and Wednesday afternoons because I know Puck sneaks into your room those nights after work. It would get me off knowing Puckerman was rolling around in sheets I had just cum in." Sam paused. "Hypothetically."

Mercedes raised an eyebrow as Sam winked and left the janitor's closet. She just shook her head and laughed to herself. That boy was fucking bad.

That was fun! =)