Drabble that is no longer a drabble.
Prompt: (856): What happened at the top of the stairs is never to be spoken of again.
Chapter: 1/1
Warning: NC-17. PWP.
Character: Puck/Rachel
Word Count: Too many to be a drabble.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
He's basically just minding his own business, you know? Sipping a beer and watching Brittany and Santana make out. Not that it's something he hasn't seen before, but, you know, it's two girls making out. Not like it's a rerun of Family Guy that you don't care about. Watching this is always good.
He didn't really want to come to this party (although the presence of girl-on-girl action doesn't exactly make him regret it) but it's at Matt's place, and he and Matt are bros, so he couldn't really bail. All of the glee club is here, and most of them can't hold alcohol for shit. He's just really happy that right now he's in a room with his friends (the ones from before glee) who've all been drinking since they were, like, 13. The last thing he needs is to learn that Kurt is a handsy drunk, if you know what he's saying.
Brittany and Santana leave, so there goes basically the only thing that was keep him here. They don't even invite him or anyone else. Either of those would be awesome. He could have experienced a threesome with two hot cheerleaders first hand, or he could have heard about it and patted one of his buddies on the back for hooking that shit up. When he says this out loud, Santana calls him a really shitty name in Spanish (he knows it 'cause she used to yell it at him all the time) and flips him off with the hand that isn't holding Britt's pinky.
This party blows.
He goes upstairs to use the bathroom, 'cause the downstairs one has probably already been thrown up in once or twice or ten times, and that's just nasty. Besides, Matt wouldn't care anyway, and Puck's got a designated room here to sleep in on occasions like this. He might as well pay rent at this place.
When he gets to the top of the stairs, though, he sees Rachel coming out of the bathroom he was about to enter. She's rubbing her hands together, then she adjusts her shirt (her tits, to be exact, and yeah, he looks). When she notices him, she stops in her tracks and blushes, and he thinks she looks really hot doing that, actually. Not like he knows her all that well or anything, just that she's his 'ex' (if them dating even counts for anything) and his best friend's ex from as recently as last week. He's surprised she's even here.
"Hiding?" he asks, 'cause he's kind of a shitty guy and he wants to bug her.
"No. I had to use the washroom and the one downstairs was occupied." He nods and crosses his arms. "Excuse me."
Fine. Whatever. He's getting bored of this place anyway. So he moves aside to let her pass, but then something really fucked up happens, and she grabs onto the collar of his shirt and sticks her tongue in his mouth. He's a little fucking surprised, so he stumbles back and hits the wall. He has the presence of mind to grab her by the waist, though, and pull her with him. Shit, she's a good kisser. He kind of forgot. It's been, like, a year since he kissed her. He's kind of seen her as, well, nothing, 'cause she was Finn's girl and he wasn't gonna make that mistake twice. Besides, he was...
Why the fuck is he thinking right now? She's pressed up against him, standing on her toes in front of him and kissing him like she's trying to win some kind of prize. He shouldn't be thinking about anything other than how far she's going to let him take this.
"I'd like to do something," she says after a minute, pulling back and looking up at him. He thinks she looks shy or something, which is weird, since she just fucking attacked him.
"Yeah. Me too," he says, because fuck, he'd like to do a lot of things right now. Including pushing her through the door to the guest room and fucking her. No, he doesn't know where all this is coming from, on her part or his, but whatever. It's a girl and kissing and the prospect of sex, so he's not gonna question it a whole hell of a lot.
She just smiles and kisses him again, and when he tries to switch their positions so she's the one against the wall, she just breaks away from him and likes her lips while she shakes her head. He's kinda fucking confused, but whatever. He can go with it. He kisses her again, pulling her flush against him, 'cause honestly he's getting really hard and he wants her hips against his. Or, you know, any part of her against him.
He doesn't really expect her to reach between them for his belt buckle. He sucks in a breath when she moves her mouth from his lips to his jaw and she slides down his zipper. He knows she means to brush against him as much as she does.
Why the fuck would Finn ever break up with this girl?
"Rachel," he breathes out, slipping his hands into her hair and pulling her face back to his. He doesn't know why he's stopping her from doing whatever she's about to do, but it's not too late to back out (almost there, though) and if she's just gonna tease the fuck out of him and leave him hard and alone, he'll be pissed.
"Shh," she says against his lips. "You have to be quiet."
Pretty fucking ironic for Rachel Berry to be telling anyone to be quiet. She's right, though. He can hear the noise from the party coming up the stairs, and he knows that if he does something crazy like yell her name when he (hopefully) comes, everyone'll know. So he just nods as he kisses her. Her hand slips up under his shirt and he feels her smile against his lips. Yeah, chicks love his body. Can't blame 'em, really.
He sets his jaw when her other hand reaches into his boxers and her little fist wraps around him.
Who the fuck is this girl? This is not the same girl he sees every day and (half) listens to rant about glee club and 'aspirations', whatever the fuck those are. This girl is sexy as fuck and, holy shit, good with her hands. Fuck. She's just found his nipple ring. She just kind of ghosts over it, and he tips his head back because the combo of her jerking him off and touching the nipple ring is pretty fucking awesome.
"Pull it," he says gruffly. She does. He bites his lip and growls from low in his throat. When he opens his eyes, she's smiling at him, and she sips at his jaw. His hands dig into her hips. She seems to like it, 'cause she mewls against his skin. "Don't know why you're doing this, but don't fucking stop."
"I won't," she promises, her voice soft and quiet in his ear. That and the way she's moving her hand makes him nearly lose his shit. But then she pulls her hand away, and that's just not right. He shoots her a look and she smiles. "I'm not."
It's another promise. He'll take it. When she sinks to her knees, pulling down his jeans and boxers in the process? Yeah, he'll take that, too. His hand immediately fists her hair, 'cause she's got a lot of it and he doesn't want it getting in the way when he watches her do this.
He is about to get head from Rachel Berry. God fucking loves him.
He looks down and watches her (legit) lick her lips before she leans forward and closes her mouth around the tip. It's so not nearly enough, but he refrains from doing what he'd normally do with most girls; no, he doesn't thrust into her mouth. And then her tongue is doing wicked shit to him anyway, so he forgets he's supposed to want to be all the way inside her. He has no clue how the hell she learned to do this, but he is so into it. When she takes more and slides her tongue down his length in the process, she literally hums around him, like she really loves doing this or something. Fuck. There are so many dirty things running through his head that he'd love to say, but he doesn't want to piss her off or anything, so he just tips his head back, closes his eyes, and tries not to come too fast.
He looks down again when she starts moving. She's looking right up at him, her eyes wide, and he swears he could bust right now if maybe she sucked just a little harder or did something other than just what she's doing. But it's all good, 'cause he wants to ride this out a little longer. Rachel Berry is going down on him in the middle of a hallway when anyone could potentially see them, and that alone is so fucking hot he can't stand it. Seriously, this is already on the list of his hottest hookups, and no one's even really traded fluids yet.
He uses his hands to push her hair back again, 'cause it's all messy and getting in the way. He legit whines when she pulls off, and he knows he looks pathetic when he stares down at her again.
"Sorry," she says. His heart fucking drops. She cannot stop and leave him like this. "I just need a second. You're really big."
"Holy fuck," he breathes out, head hitting the wall behind him because he doesn't give a shit about being careful anymore. "You're incredible."
She's still giggling when she takes him again, and this time he can't help it. Her mouth is so hot and wet and warm, and he's loving this so fucking much and it feels so good, and his hips jut forward a little bit. She lets out this little surprised noise, but she doesn't gag or anything (let's face it, that's never hot when you're getting head). Then she puts her hand on his hip, looks up at him again, and takes him all the way, right to the back of her throat.
There are no words for how good this feels. That Webster dude obviously never got head from Rachel Berry, or the dictionary would look a whole lot different.
"Rachel, Rachel," he says, and yeah, he sounds like a moron and he's completely at her mercy, but whatever. He's balls deep in her mouth and she can do whatever the fuck she wants as long as she gets him off. No fucking lie. "Again. Please."
She might not have the ability to smile at the moment, but he can tell she's trying. It's the fucking sexiest thing he's ever felt. No. That's a lie. When he hit the back of her throat? That was the sexiest. The fact that she obviously enjoys doing this is just the icing on the best kind of cake known to man.
She hums again when she pushes her face forward, and his head is against the wall again as she swallows around him once, then pulls back, then does it again. She's a fucking pro. Best head of his life and he hasn't even come yet. He doesn't even care if she doesn't let him come in her mouth.
Oh, fuck. Maybe she'll let him come in her mouth.
"Rachel," he says, and his voice is strained, because just thinking about letting go makes him want to let go at this point. She looks up at him again. "I'm gonna come."
He expects her to pull off again and finish him with her hand or something. He doesn't expect her to fucking wink at him. No lie. She winks. Then she takes him all the way again and swallows, and that's it. He's done. He pushes his hips forward and she makes a sound (he almost feels bad, but that girl is a trooper, so she's probably fine). Then he's emptying into her and she's swallowing everything he gives her, and he's breathing heavily and practically slumped back against the wall.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. One of the top five orgasms of his life.
He doesn't look at her as she pulls his pants up for him, but he takes over when she gets them to his thighs. When he finally opens his eyes, she's wiping her lips gently with her index finger, and he swears if she gave him five minutes, he'd be ready to go again. That's all it'd take. Maybe less. He wonders if she's wet. He thinks she probably has to be, considering how insanely hot that all just was. But she's breathing all hard and she blinks a few times. Her eyes are kind of glassy and she wipes at the corner of one with her knuckle. That's what he's used to seeing when chicks try to deep throat. They want to be all sexy and stuff, but they can't handle it, so they end up with tears in their eyes. Rachel was amazing and did it so well, but yeah, he guesses the whole thing isn't exactly easy or whatever.
"Good?" he asks. She nods and gives him a shy smile, so he leans over and kisses her. She looks surprised that he'd want to kiss her after that. Whatever.
"Finn could never last that long," she admits, blushing when she realizes what she's said. She turns around while he zips his jeans.
He snags her around the waist and pulls her to him again. Her back is pressed against him and he snakes his hand up her stomach and cups her breast through her shirt. "Baby, I can last longer in a lot of ways," he murmurs against her ear. It probably makes no sense (fuck you; he's just a little stupid from what just happened), but she melts against him and lets out a noise anyway.
She still pulls away, though, and straightens out her top. She's wearing jeans, or he'd totally slip his hand between her legs to see if she's wet. Of all days for this chick not to wear a skirt. It's, like, the worst thing ever. Then again, he probably doesn't really have too much to complain about right now. He's surprised he can even walk, to be honest. That O took a lot out of him, okay?
"We should rejoin the party," she says primly, and he smirks at her.
He's never gonna look at this girl the same way ever again. He'll forever see the look in her eyes when she commented on his size, or the way she winked to give him the green light.
When they get to the bottom of the stairs, no one even notices that they're together. He can see the relief in her eyes. He realizes she probably doesn't want Finn to get the wrong impression or some shit. (He knows, though, that two days after breaking up with Rachel, Finn totally had pathetic rebound sex with Santana.)
She turns to him and her eyes are narrowed and she looks a little scary. When she pokes at his chest, he doesn't know whether to be terrified or amused.
"What happened at the top of the stairs is never to be spoken of again," she says seriously.
He smirks at her and drags his knuckle across her collarbone. "That mean it won't happen again?" he asks.
What? He needs to know these things, okay?
She lets out a huff and turns to walk away. He lets her go.
Two nights later, it's him displaying his skills as she lays on his bed. Yeah, she came to him. Now he's gonna make her come for him.
Chapter: 1/1
Warning: NC-17. PWP.
Character: Puck/Rachel
Word Count: Too many to be a drabble.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
He's basically just minding his own business, you know? Sipping a beer and watching Brittany and Santana make out. Not that it's something he hasn't seen before, but, you know, it's two girls making out. Not like it's a rerun of Family Guy that you don't care about. Watching this is always good.
He didn't really want to come to this party (although the presence of girl-on-girl action doesn't exactly make him regret it) but it's at Matt's place, and he and Matt are bros, so he couldn't really bail. All of the glee club is here, and most of them can't hold alcohol for shit. He's just really happy that right now he's in a room with his friends (the ones from before glee) who've all been drinking since they were, like, 13. The last thing he needs is to learn that Kurt is a handsy drunk, if you know what he's saying.
Brittany and Santana leave, so there goes basically the only thing that was keep him here. They don't even invite him or anyone else. Either of those would be awesome. He could have experienced a threesome with two hot cheerleaders first hand, or he could have heard about it and patted one of his buddies on the back for hooking that shit up. When he says this out loud, Santana calls him a really shitty name in Spanish (he knows it 'cause she used to yell it at him all the time) and flips him off with the hand that isn't holding Britt's pinky.
This party blows.
He goes upstairs to use the bathroom, 'cause the downstairs one has probably already been thrown up in once or twice or ten times, and that's just nasty. Besides, Matt wouldn't care anyway, and Puck's got a designated room here to sleep in on occasions like this. He might as well pay rent at this place.
When he gets to the top of the stairs, though, he sees Rachel coming out of the bathroom he was about to enter. She's rubbing her hands together, then she adjusts her shirt (her tits, to be exact, and yeah, he looks). When she notices him, she stops in her tracks and blushes, and he thinks she looks really hot doing that, actually. Not like he knows her all that well or anything, just that she's his 'ex' (if them dating even counts for anything) and his best friend's ex from as recently as last week. He's surprised she's even here.
"Hiding?" he asks, 'cause he's kind of a shitty guy and he wants to bug her.
"No. I had to use the washroom and the one downstairs was occupied." He nods and crosses his arms. "Excuse me."
Fine. Whatever. He's getting bored of this place anyway. So he moves aside to let her pass, but then something really fucked up happens, and she grabs onto the collar of his shirt and sticks her tongue in his mouth. He's a little fucking surprised, so he stumbles back and hits the wall. He has the presence of mind to grab her by the waist, though, and pull her with him. Shit, she's a good kisser. He kind of forgot. It's been, like, a year since he kissed her. He's kind of seen her as, well, nothing, 'cause she was Finn's girl and he wasn't gonna make that mistake twice. Besides, he was...
Why the fuck is he thinking right now? She's pressed up against him, standing on her toes in front of him and kissing him like she's trying to win some kind of prize. He shouldn't be thinking about anything other than how far she's going to let him take this.
"I'd like to do something," she says after a minute, pulling back and looking up at him. He thinks she looks shy or something, which is weird, since she just fucking attacked him.
"Yeah. Me too," he says, because fuck, he'd like to do a lot of things right now. Including pushing her through the door to the guest room and fucking her. No, he doesn't know where all this is coming from, on her part or his, but whatever. It's a girl and kissing and the prospect of sex, so he's not gonna question it a whole hell of a lot.
She just smiles and kisses him again, and when he tries to switch their positions so she's the one against the wall, she just breaks away from him and likes her lips while she shakes her head. He's kinda fucking confused, but whatever. He can go with it. He kisses her again, pulling her flush against him, 'cause honestly he's getting really hard and he wants her hips against his. Or, you know, any part of her against him.
He doesn't really expect her to reach between them for his belt buckle. He sucks in a breath when she moves her mouth from his lips to his jaw and she slides down his zipper. He knows she means to brush against him as much as she does.
Why the fuck would Finn ever break up with this girl?
"Rachel," he breathes out, slipping his hands into her hair and pulling her face back to his. He doesn't know why he's stopping her from doing whatever she's about to do, but it's not too late to back out (almost there, though) and if she's just gonna tease the fuck out of him and leave him hard and alone, he'll be pissed.
"Shh," she says against his lips. "You have to be quiet."
Pretty fucking ironic for Rachel Berry to be telling anyone to be quiet. She's right, though. He can hear the noise from the party coming up the stairs, and he knows that if he does something crazy like yell her name when he (hopefully) comes, everyone'll know. So he just nods as he kisses her. Her hand slips up under his shirt and he feels her smile against his lips. Yeah, chicks love his body. Can't blame 'em, really.
He sets his jaw when her other hand reaches into his boxers and her little fist wraps around him.
Who the fuck is this girl? This is not the same girl he sees every day and (half) listens to rant about glee club and 'aspirations', whatever the fuck those are. This girl is sexy as fuck and, holy shit, good with her hands. Fuck. She's just found his nipple ring. She just kind of ghosts over it, and he tips his head back because the combo of her jerking him off and touching the nipple ring is pretty fucking awesome.
"Pull it," he says gruffly. She does. He bites his lip and growls from low in his throat. When he opens his eyes, she's smiling at him, and she sips at his jaw. His hands dig into her hips. She seems to like it, 'cause she mewls against his skin. "Don't know why you're doing this, but don't fucking stop."
"I won't," she promises, her voice soft and quiet in his ear. That and the way she's moving her hand makes him nearly lose his shit. But then she pulls her hand away, and that's just not right. He shoots her a look and she smiles. "I'm not."
It's another promise. He'll take it. When she sinks to her knees, pulling down his jeans and boxers in the process? Yeah, he'll take that, too. His hand immediately fists her hair, 'cause she's got a lot of it and he doesn't want it getting in the way when he watches her do this.
He is about to get head from Rachel Berry. God fucking loves him.
He looks down and watches her (legit) lick her lips before she leans forward and closes her mouth around the tip. It's so not nearly enough, but he refrains from doing what he'd normally do with most girls; no, he doesn't thrust into her mouth. And then her tongue is doing wicked shit to him anyway, so he forgets he's supposed to want to be all the way inside her. He has no clue how the hell she learned to do this, but he is so into it. When she takes more and slides her tongue down his length in the process, she literally hums around him, like she really loves doing this or something. Fuck. There are so many dirty things running through his head that he'd love to say, but he doesn't want to piss her off or anything, so he just tips his head back, closes his eyes, and tries not to come too fast.
He looks down again when she starts moving. She's looking right up at him, her eyes wide, and he swears he could bust right now if maybe she sucked just a little harder or did something other than just what she's doing. But it's all good, 'cause he wants to ride this out a little longer. Rachel Berry is going down on him in the middle of a hallway when anyone could potentially see them, and that alone is so fucking hot he can't stand it. Seriously, this is already on the list of his hottest hookups, and no one's even really traded fluids yet.
He uses his hands to push her hair back again, 'cause it's all messy and getting in the way. He legit whines when she pulls off, and he knows he looks pathetic when he stares down at her again.
"Sorry," she says. His heart fucking drops. She cannot stop and leave him like this. "I just need a second. You're really big."
"Holy fuck," he breathes out, head hitting the wall behind him because he doesn't give a shit about being careful anymore. "You're incredible."
She's still giggling when she takes him again, and this time he can't help it. Her mouth is so hot and wet and warm, and he's loving this so fucking much and it feels so good, and his hips jut forward a little bit. She lets out this little surprised noise, but she doesn't gag or anything (let's face it, that's never hot when you're getting head). Then she puts her hand on his hip, looks up at him again, and takes him all the way, right to the back of her throat.
There are no words for how good this feels. That Webster dude obviously never got head from Rachel Berry, or the dictionary would look a whole lot different.
"Rachel, Rachel," he says, and yeah, he sounds like a moron and he's completely at her mercy, but whatever. He's balls deep in her mouth and she can do whatever the fuck she wants as long as she gets him off. No fucking lie. "Again. Please."
She might not have the ability to smile at the moment, but he can tell she's trying. It's the fucking sexiest thing he's ever felt. No. That's a lie. When he hit the back of her throat? That was the sexiest. The fact that she obviously enjoys doing this is just the icing on the best kind of cake known to man.
She hums again when she pushes her face forward, and his head is against the wall again as she swallows around him once, then pulls back, then does it again. She's a fucking pro. Best head of his life and he hasn't even come yet. He doesn't even care if she doesn't let him come in her mouth.
Oh, fuck. Maybe she'll let him come in her mouth.
"Rachel," he says, and his voice is strained, because just thinking about letting go makes him want to let go at this point. She looks up at him again. "I'm gonna come."
He expects her to pull off again and finish him with her hand or something. He doesn't expect her to fucking wink at him. No lie. She winks. Then she takes him all the way again and swallows, and that's it. He's done. He pushes his hips forward and she makes a sound (he almost feels bad, but that girl is a trooper, so she's probably fine). Then he's emptying into her and she's swallowing everything he gives her, and he's breathing heavily and practically slumped back against the wall.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. One of the top five orgasms of his life.
He doesn't look at her as she pulls his pants up for him, but he takes over when she gets them to his thighs. When he finally opens his eyes, she's wiping her lips gently with her index finger, and he swears if she gave him five minutes, he'd be ready to go again. That's all it'd take. Maybe less. He wonders if she's wet. He thinks she probably has to be, considering how insanely hot that all just was. But she's breathing all hard and she blinks a few times. Her eyes are kind of glassy and she wipes at the corner of one with her knuckle. That's what he's used to seeing when chicks try to deep throat. They want to be all sexy and stuff, but they can't handle it, so they end up with tears in their eyes. Rachel was amazing and did it so well, but yeah, he guesses the whole thing isn't exactly easy or whatever.
"Good?" he asks. She nods and gives him a shy smile, so he leans over and kisses her. She looks surprised that he'd want to kiss her after that. Whatever.
"Finn could never last that long," she admits, blushing when she realizes what she's said. She turns around while he zips his jeans.
He snags her around the waist and pulls her to him again. Her back is pressed against him and he snakes his hand up her stomach and cups her breast through her shirt. "Baby, I can last longer in a lot of ways," he murmurs against her ear. It probably makes no sense (fuck you; he's just a little stupid from what just happened), but she melts against him and lets out a noise anyway.
She still pulls away, though, and straightens out her top. She's wearing jeans, or he'd totally slip his hand between her legs to see if she's wet. Of all days for this chick not to wear a skirt. It's, like, the worst thing ever. Then again, he probably doesn't really have too much to complain about right now. He's surprised he can even walk, to be honest. That O took a lot out of him, okay?
"We should rejoin the party," she says primly, and he smirks at her.
He's never gonna look at this girl the same way ever again. He'll forever see the look in her eyes when she commented on his size, or the way she winked to give him the green light.
When they get to the bottom of the stairs, no one even notices that they're together. He can see the relief in her eyes. He realizes she probably doesn't want Finn to get the wrong impression or some shit. (He knows, though, that two days after breaking up with Rachel, Finn totally had pathetic rebound sex with Santana.)
She turns to him and her eyes are narrowed and she looks a little scary. When she pokes at his chest, he doesn't know whether to be terrified or amused.
"What happened at the top of the stairs is never to be spoken of again," she says seriously.
He smirks at her and drags his knuckle across her collarbone. "That mean it won't happen again?" he asks.
What? He needs to know these things, okay?
She lets out a huff and turns to walk away. He lets her go.
Two nights later, it's him displaying his skills as she lays on his bed. Yeah, she came to him. Now he's gonna make her come for him.