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disclaimer: Not mine.... If they were, Puck and Rachel would be humping like bunnies.
summary: AU- Noah Puckerman has a secret. Wanna find out what it is?
warnings & notes: NC-17 for a REASON, peeps.
thank you: everyone who read this first on ff.net. I am REALLY going to try to update my Puckleberry fics.
word count: 2,834
comments & feedback: very much appreciated.
additional notes: Puck kinda has a potty mouth
Chapter Four: Want
“Berry, hurry the fuck up!” Puck growled, throwing himself back on her bed. He glared at the connecting bathroom door. “I told Rutherford we would be there a half hour ago!” He heard her indignant huff from behind the closed door and wondered why God had created females so fucking moody. Like it was his fault that she had nothing to wear? What the fuck was he supposed to do? Go down to the mall and buy her clothes? He shuddered at the thought. No way in fucking hell was that ever gonna happen. Because if he did that, what was next? Tampons? The mental image nearly gagged him. “I swear to God, I’m gonna leave your ass here!”
The door swung open, revealing a furious Rachel Berry. “Noah, I am trying to get ready so I don’t embarrass you in front of your peers and friends. This is my first official appearance as your female companion, so I would appreciate it if you would just sit and wait until I am done. This isn’t easy for me, as I have nothing suitable to wear to a teenage party. I am far more comfortable at Daddy’s dinner parties. At least I know I will have an intelligent conversation about more than football and beer.” She blew out a breath, ran a hand down her hair. “Puck, are you even listening to me?”
“Football and beer, babe. I’m listening.” He wasn’t. He was actually pretty sure his brain had just exploded and was leaking out of his ears. What the hell was she wearing? Why the hell didn’t she wear clothes like that at school? Not that he was complaining about the skirts and knee socks, because he totally wasn’t. They were totally hot, in a nerdy librarian kind of way. But this- this was something else altogether.
“What is the matter? Do I look alright?”
“What?”
“Puck, what on Earth is the matter with you?” Rachel demanded, one hand fisted on her hip.
“Nothing.” He had no spit in his mouth. He could probably sand a two by four with his tongue. He gave her another once over, this time starting at her small feet encased in strappy gold heeled sandals. His gaze traveled further up her body, past the dark denim that looked like she fucking painted on, to the small patch of skin between her hip huggers and her gold shirt. Oh, the shirt. The gold fabric hugged her small body in all the right places, especially her breasts where a small slit above her cleavage was wreaking havoc on his senses. It was almost like the shirt was taunting him, playing peek-a-boo with her breasts. Now you see them, now you don’t. But that wasn’t the best part. No, not by a long shot. Her hair tumbled down her back in a cascade of curls, still dewy and wet from her shower. Her eyes popped, her mouth was slick and wet in the palest shade of pink he had ever seen. He wanted to do unspeakable things with her mouth, then his own.
How did she expect him to walk right for the rest of the night? “Damn, Berry.” He growled, coming to his feet. “I thought you were hot before, but Jesus, who knew?”
She arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow (thank you so much, Kurt Hummel), and quirked her mouth. “Does that mean you approve of my attire?”
His lips twitched. “Baby, I like you in your clothes and out.” He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her body against him. “Didn’t I prove that last night?” He nuzzled her cheek, breathed in the scent of her hair. Vanilla teased his senses, sent him tightening in his jeans. “Or do you need a reminder?”
She breathed him in and reminded herself that she was a strong independent woman. She pulled her head back to stare him in the eye. “I’m still Rachel Berry.”
His smile was quick and wolfish. It sent tingles into her belly. She hated him for it. “Berry, I know who you are. Trust me; I’ve been looking at your pretty packages for a while now.” He hooked his finger in the slit of her shirt, tried to get a better look at her ‘packages’.
She giggled (who knew Rachel was a giggler?) and slapped his hand away. Pulled herself away from temptation. “I thought you said we were a mistake?”
He tucked his thumbs through his belt loops slung low on his hips. His eyes darkened. “The way I figure it,” He told her, walking her back until she was against the wall. “If you’re going to make a mistake, it might as well be a big one.” His mouth hovered over hers. All she had to do was take it. “Don’t you find that-“ His eyes mocked hers. “Practical?”
His eyes bored into hers. A challenge. A promise. One that she knew he would have no problem keeping. She wondered what would happen if she was able to break that tight hold he had on his restraint. Last night he had done nothing but kiss her. But she could feel that he wanted more. She knew it. She just wondered what it would take. “What the hell.” She whispered before cupping the back of his head in her hands and pulling his mouth to hers.
Lust lashed through her like the sting of a whip. Her toes curled in her brand new Gucci shoes when her hands shot up the back of his shirt, her fingers digging into muscle and sinew.
Her touch unleashed something primal inside of him and suddenly he couldn’t get his hands on her fast enough. His palms itched when he filled them with the generous curves of her hips and bottom. It was like a punch in the gut, took his breath away. One hand reached up to fist in her mahogany curls, exposing her neck so he could feast.
One of them moaned. Neither could tell who.
She pressed him closer. She needed to feel his weight against her. Needed the weight to press her deeper into the wall. He had unleashed something inside of her, something that had laid dormant until he came into her life. She couldn’t explain it, couldn’t comprehend it. But it was there, always there. She ran her hand up his back, fisted her hand in his short mohawk. “Kiss me.”
He growled against her neck, tenderly bit the sensitive skin. “Spread your legs.”
She was too dazed to ask why, too drunk of his kisses- too needy for more- to even think of questioning him. His hands moved to her ass as she spread her legs. She squealed when he hitched her up against the wall then moved one long muscled leg between hers. He took her mouth again in a hot sucking kiss as he rocked her core against his leg. She whimpered in relief against his lips, her hands still cupping his head. One more kiss she told herself, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Just one more kiss...
He was beyond caring and painfully hard. “Rachel, Jesus. Let me.” He was begging. He had never begged for a woman in his life. “Let me take you to bed.”
She opened her mouth to answer him a loud and resounding YES, when Puck’s phone starting ringing in his pocket. Shortly after, her own phone began to scream Poker Face by Lady Gaga, Kurt’s ring tone. She heard Puck curse viciously before moving away from her. Rachel almost giggled (again!) when she heard Puck’s annoyed What? In lieu of a greeting. She reached for her own phone. “Hello, Kurt.”
“Rachel Berry! Where in all that is holy and Mark Jacobs are you?”
She grimaced at his tone. She knew all too well how close he was to having a - as Mercedes put it- diva fit. “I was just getting ready. I am almost done.”
She heard is dramatic sigh and prayed that he wouldn’t push. “Well how long could it take you to get ready? Did you guy a new outfit from Grandmas-R-Us? Is Puck even there yet?”
“Puck is here. He was waiting for me.”
“Oh really?” Kurt cackled (oh NO!). “Now I completely understand. Don’t take too long, Missy. Miss Mercedes and I are awaiting your arrival. I plan to critique you the moment you get here!”
Rachel sighed and slumped against the wall. “That really isn’t necessary, Kurt. Puck has informed me that I look just fine.”
“Oh I bet he did, Miss Thing. I just bet he did.” She could hear the wheels turning in his head. Damn him for being right. “I’ll see you in a few. Tata Darling.”
Rachel sighed heavily against the loud click. “Good bye Kurt.” She mumbled, running and hand through her wild locks. She watched Puck grunt into the phone, his eyes never leaving her own for more than two seconds. That kiss had been intense. She knew that if their phones hadn't started ringing she'd be losing her virginity right about now. The thought didn't scare her. Not as much as it should have. The way he was looking at her right now was thrilling. He looked like he could eat her alive. (God knows he would have tried.) The thought had her giggling nervously.
Puck watched her, couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She was just so fucking sexy. The fact that she didn’t even really know it, made her even more so. He had been with too many girls -women- that used sex as a tool, a weapon, to get what they wanted. He had never been with a girl that blushed from a simple kiss or a casual caress. No one until he and Rachel had decided to make their exes regret ever letting them go. The reason they were together made him frown. He needed to see if he could change that.
Matt yelled in his ear, breaking him out of his thoughts. “What? Yeah. Yeah we’re on our way. Berry was just taking for fucking ever to get ready. Yeah. See you in a few, man. Bye.” He tucked his phone in his front pocket and walked over to where she was still slumped against the wall. “Hi.”
Rachel smiled her million dollar smile that he was sure she was only going to save for winning a Tony or an Oscar. “Hi.” She whispered, tugging at her lower lip with her teeth.
Puck barely managed not to groan. There were so many other things he wanted her to do with those lips. He cleared his throat and tried to sound nonchalant. “So, you ready to do this?”
Her smile never faltered. “What the hell?”
That had him laughing all the way out the door.
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The party was in full swing by the time they made it to Matt’s house. Puck had assured her over and over that she looked fine. That everything would be okay. That no one would throw any slushies at her. “Are you sure I look alright?” She asked as he threw their coats in the closet. “You look fine, Berry. Where did you get that outfit anyway?”
She looked around nervously at her drunken classmates before looking at him. “I bought it for an audition.”
His brows shot up. “Who were you auditioning for? The Pussycat Dolls?”
Her scowl was quick and fierce. He thought for a fleeting moment to run for the hills. “Noah Puckerman! If you think that I would ever choose to join and band of girls who parade around in nothing but their lady undergarments and call it entertainment, you are wrong! Furthermore, my talent is far too vast-“
Puck laughed so loud people actually stopped what they were doing to stare at them. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. “Whoa there, Cujo. It was a joke. Those girls are hot in their lady undergarments. I’m just trying to tell you that you’re hot.”
She frowned as if she didn’t understand the compliment. “Oh.”
He kissed her temple and whispered in her ear. “Babe, you’re the hottest girl here. I’m gonna have to beat guys off with a stick.”
“Really?” She whispered, completely surprised.
“Really.” He affirmed. “Here comes Hummel.”
“Oh no.” Rachel groaned just before she was kidnapped by her best friend.
“There you are!” Kurt cried, pulling her away from Puck. “Good lord, child, you look hot. Did you go shopping without me? That should be a federal offense!”
Rachel smiled. She enjoyed Kurt when he was in a diva fit. “Kurt, I bought this before I ever knew you.”
His eyes got as round as saucers. “What? Are you telling me all this time you’ve had style?” He closed his eyes and prayed for strength. “Why the hell do you walk around looking like a porno schoolgirl when you’re able to wear something like this?” He held his hand up to his heart. “Catch me, Mercedes.”
Mercedes laughed. “No way, Kurt. You might wrinkle this fine mess.” She told him, motioning to her outfit. The three of the laughed together until Mercedes noticed Puck staring at Rachel from across the room. “So, Rachel, you tap that fine white ass yet?”
“Oh yes!” Kurt interjected. “Because if you did, I want full details. Is he really as big as the rumors? I always try to sneak a peek, but something always happens.”
“Kurt!” Rachel exclaimed, shock coloring her features. “You can’t just do that to someone!”
Kurt patted her shoulder. “Honey, I am a healthy gay teenage male. If I can’t objectify a man, who can?”
Across the room, Puck was having a similar conversation of his own with Matt and Mike.
“So,” Matt began. “You tap that fine ass yet?”
Puck’s eyes narrowed. “What did you say?”
“Dude!” Mike exclaimed, shaking his head. “You can’t just ask him shit like that.”
“Why not?” Countered Matt, nursing the beer in his hand. “He’s asked us more fucked up shit than that.”
“Like what?” Mike questioned, desperately trying to keep the peace.
“Like when I found out Mercedes was my cousin and Puck said that I could still fuck her because it was all in the family.” Matt had never really gotten over the fact that he had been trying to get with her before their families came out with the bombshell.
“It’s not my fault I was just saying what you were thinking, bro.” Puck told him, trying hard not to laugh at his stoic friend. “Dude, it’s just complicated with Rachel.”
Matt narrowed his eyes. “Complicated like she won’t let you fuck her? Or complicated like she wants you to fuck her, but you don’t want to?”
“Or is it like, she’s a total freak in bed and you can’t handle it?” Mike chimed in, in his usual chipper voice.
Matt and Puck shared an amused glance. “I swear,” Puck motioned toward Mike. “He was dropped as a child.” His eyes slanted over to Mike. “Right, Chang?”
“I say paint chips. He eats paint.” Matt told him helpfully. “I totally saw you eating paint in the first grade, man.”
Puck tried not to laugh at Mike’s offended face. “Dude, that was ten years ago. Let it go. Besides, it was water colors. Those don’t fuck you up.” He looked uncertainly between the two of them. “Right?”
Puck smiled (he really couldn’t help himself). “Dude, just shut up and let me explain all this Rachel shit with you guys.”
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Twenty minutes (and two beers later), Puck was feeling better about his situation with Rachel. Matt had suggested that maybe Puck actually wanted her to be his girlfriend. Mike had suggested that he tell her, or else the entire situation was going to get out of hand pretty fast. He had agreed and disagreed with his friends. Puck didn’t do relationships. The closest thing he had ever had to a girlfriend was Santana, and that was just because she went around calling herself his girlfriend. He had never confirmed or denied. He just went with it because it got him sex (don’t judge.).
But Rachel, she was different. Everything about her was different. He knew for a fact that his mother would love her. Mimi would fucking adore her and Rachel would probably love the little midget too. Her dads wouldn’t be a problem because, let’s face it, he was the Puckerone. He made a living out of charming anyone out of anything. If he had to flirt to get Berry’s parents to like him, then that was what he was going to do. He wanted Rachel.
The thought had him stopping in his tracks (Literally).
He wanted her more than he wanted Ohio State to win the Rose Bowl.
Holy shit.
She had him by the balls and she had no idea.
What in the fresh fuck was he going to do?