Glee Anonymous Kink Meme
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“What should we start with?”
“How about anatomy 101,” Noah suggests.
Rachel forces a laugh. She thinks he’s joking, hopes he is…maybe, she’s not really sure.
“Relax, Berry. You caught me spanking the monkey, it’s no big deal.”
Rachel clears her throat and squares her shoulders, “of course not. Masturbation is completely normal, healthy even.”
“So, exactly how normal and healthy are you,” Noah asks with a cocked eyebrow and self satisfied smirk.
“I don’t think my ‘private time’ is any of your business Noah Puckerman.” She snaps indignantly.
“I’m gonna kill the kid,” he grumbles. “What else did the brat tell you?”
“Just that you like to play games like undress and doctor with the McKinley High cheerleaders.”
He rolls his eyes. “Like that’s ground breaking news.”
“Noah, I really think if you just spent half the time on your studies that you do on girls you wouldn’t be in the situation you’re currently in.”
He shakes his head no, “if you hadn’t barged in here uninvited I wouldn’t be in the situation I’m currently in.”
He waves a hand over the still present bulge pressing painfully against the fly of his pants. It draws Rachel’s attention back to his boy parts. Her face blushes red again and she quickly turns away.
She fumbles with the text books, bumping into a stack of car magazines and knocking them on to the floor. When she bends over to retrieve them her skirt rides up giving Noah a good look at her black, satin panties it causes his erection to throb and he groans at the new rush of sensation.
The noise causes Rachel to spin around in concern. “Are you okay?” she asks standing up and taking a step closer towards the bed.
“I’ve been better,” Noah responds through clenched teeth. “Blue balls aren’t exactly a dude’s best friend.”
Rachel bites her lip as her eyes once again drop to the crotch of Noah’s pants; she swears the bulge has gotten bigger. It’s obviously causing him discomfort and she does feel marginally responsible for barging into his room unannounced. She doesn’t actually realize she’s moving closer until his hand slides between her legs, settling just above her left knee.
“Maybe we could play a game,” he suggests, mischief crinkling the corners of his eyes.
“I am a very competitive person,” she states, voice cracking slightly as his hand slides further up her thigh. “What kind of game did you have in mind?”
“Ever seen the movie Transformers?”
Rachel nods, “If you ask me Meagan Fox is the Brittany Spears of the movie business but my fathers are huge special effect geeks and dragged me to see it when it first came out.”
“Yeah, bitch is totally crazy. But cars turning into kick ass robots that’s like every little boy’s wet dream and there’s this really cool game we like to play when we get older called battling the Decepticon.”
Rachel’s mouth goes dry and she fiddles with the hem of her skirt. “How do we play?” she asks although she’s pretty sure she knows where he’s going with this.
“First you’re going to have to touch me, Rach,” he instructs using his free hand to reach for hers.
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He moans lightly, hand caressing her inner thigh, finger tracing the leg line of her panties. She takes this as his acknowledgement that she’s playing the game correctly and with the new reassurance she squeezes a little more firmly, letting the palm of her hand glide over the rough denim of his blue jeans.
She knows she shouldn’t be doing this because his mother could arrive home at any moment and this could seriously hinder his attempts at reaffirming his friendship with Finn but when she shifts closer towards him his finger lightly bumps against her clit and all reasonable thoughts leave her brain.
Her breath catches and her stomach twists into an unsettling knot as she reaches for the waist band of his jeans. She fumbles with the button but makes easy work of the zipper. She doesn’t look up at Noah’s face because she can feel him watching her and it’s very unsettling, instead she reaches into his pants and rubs the cotton of his boxer shorts against his throbbing cock.
It sooths the burn of his withheld release, eases the tension built up in his balls, and it feels fucking amazing. He can’t believe Rachel’s tiny hand is wrapped around him, gripping and pulling. He can’t believe she hasn’t slapped his hand away from the heat pooling between her thighs. If he’s dreaming he doesn’t want to wake up, like fucking ever.
When he finally feels her skin against his he growls in frustration and thrusts his hips up so that his cock slides against her fingers. He smirks as her mouth falls open in surprise. It forms a perfect O and makes him think of other things he’d like to have surrounding his dick. But when her hand freezes he thinks maybe he’s gone too far, maybe she’s not as into their little game as she previously let on.
“Rach?” he asks, pushing himself up on one elbow and frowning in concern.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks meeting his eyes for the first time since she walked in on him.
Her voice is small, uncertain and he immediately wants to kick himself. He should have been more patient, should have slowed down.
“You’re doing great Rach,” he reassures her. “But we don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable or whatever.”
“It’s just a game, right?” she asks a sly smile curling the corners of her lips.
He nods squeezing her thigh and giving her a quick wink.
Her hands move up his shaft, squeezing lightly as she goes. Her thumb plays over the head of his cock drawing circles against his sensitive flesh. He arches up to meet her hand, reveling in the burn of her skin against his. Her hand is soft delicate, her touch gentle unlike Santana’s vicious grip or Brittany’s constant fumbling. He’s kind of glad she showed up when she did but he’s pretty sure they’re not going to get a whole lot of studying done.
She watches his face go from pain to gratification. His teeth are sunken into his lip and she kind of wants to bend over and kiss the corner of his mouth. She doesn’t though, concentrating instead on the movement of her hand and the pulsing heat sliding against her fingers. This is new for her, exciting but new. She’s never gone beyond making out with anyone, not even Finn so she takes it all in making mental notes on what causes Noah’s breath to hitch or his eyes to flutter shut. She’s lost in these notes when he growls, oh fuck and jerks away from her grabbing at a tissue from the box beside his bed. He pumps himself two or three times before he sighs in relief and comes into the tissue.
Rachel feels her face go red again as she plops heavily down onto the side of the bed, eyes cast to the floor in embarrassment. “So did I win,” she asks when the silence becomes too much to take.
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“Where the hell are you going?” he asks. “I thought you were going to help me study?”
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