[Glee Fic] Messages from No One (4/10?)
Title: Messages from No One
Rating: R/NC-17
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Warnings: Lemons and Limes (I think)
Summary: Rachel has a secret admirer.
A/N: Originally concieved as a response to prompt from the glee_kink_meme. “Rachel has a secret admirer who leaves her notes and tokens of affection in places where she'll find them (in her locker, her bag, etc.) but can't figure out who it is, especially since they seem to know her so well. Extra special hugs if some of the 'notes' are sexual in nature but prim and proper Rachel totally secretly loves them. Dirty talk, abounds!”
A/N2: Thanks again to everyone who read/reviewed to this story! I hope you enjoy reading the next instalment.
Previous: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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Day Two
The following day began just as any other day.
At 6am Rachel had awoken to the strains of ‘Break My Stride’ by Matt Wilder before enjoying a protein shake with banana and flaxseed oil; and at 6:10 she jumped on her elliptical machine for twenty minutes of rigorous and energising exercise.
Rachel arrived in the kitchen downstairs at 6.55, just in time to kiss her Daddies goodbye and wish them a good day at work. She then proceeded to spend the next ten minutes perusing the morning paper before leaving for school.
Normally, she’d just exit her front door, walk to the open garage, get in her car before taking the seven minute drive to William McKinley high school. But today her daily routine was faltered by the sight of a certain dirt covered truck that was quickly becoming very familiar to her.
Rachel watched with wide eyes as Puck pushed himself up from his usual slouching position and approached her.
“Hey Sexy,” He greeted, his lips twisted into a trademark smirk. She watched, frozen in position as he stopped inches from her. He leaned his face towards her ear and asked, “Need a lift?”
She gulped loudly as she tried to maintain composure. Opening her mouth to speak, Rachel thanked the lord that her voice came out steady and even, completely contradicting the swirling tension inside her stomach. “No thank you, Noah.” She replied as she took a step back. “I have my own mode of transportation.” She turned and headed towards her car before throwing a casual farewell over her shoulder.
However, she paused once again at the sight of her bright pink Volkswagen beetle slanting at a peculiar angle. On closer inspection, she realises all the air had been let out of one of her back tyres.
“Looks like you have a flat.” Rachel jumped slightly as his voice once again sounded in her ear. “Are you sure you don’t wanna ride?”
She turned sharply to meet his all-too-familiar hazel eyes as they shone with amusement and she quickly deduced that this was no mere accident. But there was no way Rachel was going to allow him to get the better of her, especially this early in the morning.
“Once again Noah, I will have to politely decline. My Fathers requested I attend a car maintenance course last year, and I will be able to replace this unfortunate mishap.” She replied with a triumphant smile.
However, this only seemed to cause his smirk to widen. She hated how enticing he looked when he did that. “I have no doubt. But can you do it in time? I know how important punctuality is to you.” It should have tipped her off then and there that something was up, but she was too annoyed (and flustered) by his presence to realise that there was no way Noah Puckerman was concerned about school; even if it was concern of another person's concern.
“I assure you, I will be fine.” She stomped her foot impatiently and swirled to face her car, opening the trunk as Puck laughed and he retreated back to his truck.
But it turns out, replacing a car tyre was a lot more complicated than she remembered.
Five minutes later, she had managed to remove the spare tyre from the boot (breaking two nails in the process) and was now examining the carjack, trying to recall exactly how to use the item.
She groaned quietly as she realised that while she had satisfactorily passed the course nine and a half months ago, the details were now more than a little fuzzy.
“Need a hand?”
Rachel jumped again as he spoke in her ear once again. “Noah!” she reprimanded. “Will you stop doing that! It is customary for a person to alert the other to their presence.”
“Yeah,” he agreed with his ever present smirk. “But where’s the fun in that?” He paused, watching her passively but after a moment of complete silence he arched his eyebrow at her expectantly. “So, do you want my help or not?”
She scoffed at his offer. “And I suppose this is not your pathetic attempt at getting me to lose our little bet? That I wouldn’t have to declare a certain lie in return for your assistance?”
He laughed. “Dude, you use way too many words.” She continued to glare at him. “And no, I’m a stud. I can get you to admit you want me without resorting to blackmail.”
She eyed him sceptically. “I don’t believe you.”
“Well, believe it Sexy. Now just say yes, or you’ll never get to school in time.”
Rachel huffed as she grudgingly accepted his offer.
“Great!” He replied as his devious smile returned to his face. He reached to grab the handle of her trolley bag before turning and stalking towards his truck. “Let’s go then.”
Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “But you said-”
He cut her off mid-protest. “I said I’d fix it, Sexy. I never said when. Now let’s get going. Otherwise we won’t get there before the bell. I’ll do it when I drive you home later.”
She tried to come up with an excuse or some sort of alternative but when she couldn’t, Rachel reluctantly followed after him. As she watched her automatic garage door slowly close from his passenger side window, she internally chastised herself for falling prey to his Puck-ish methods of seduction.
As annoyed as she was, Rachel couldn’t help but marvel at the ingenuity behind his plan. She had almost made it through the entire previous day hiding from him, so his move to ensure that she couldn’t continue avoiding him shouldn’t have been so surprising. This way, he at least guaranteed that he’d be seeing her after school as well.
But he was just driving her to and from school.
Nothing more.
She wouldn’t allow anything to happen.
Not if she had anything to say about it.
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And apparently she didn’t.
Puck was pulling into a space near the back of the school parking lot three and a half minutes later (despite her protests regarding his speeding).
He got them there with eight minutes to spare.
As he cut off the engine, Puck turned to her with a wide grin, and Rachel was blaringly reminded why she was so insistent to not be alone with him.
She had to get out of there.
Now.
“Well, thank you Noah,” Rachel said graciously as she attempted to scramble out, but he pulled her back effortlessly and turned her around to face him before she could even opened her door.
“Not so fast, Berry.” He spoke softly as he leaned forward. She simultaneously manoeuvred her body backwards to try and remain a ‘safe’ distance away from him.
That is, until she felt her back hit the truck window.
“We’re going to be late.” She protested weakly as she watched his face inch closer. It was amazing how he seemed to make her entire being heat up with just a single look.
“So?” He asked as his lips hovered over his favourite spot on her neck. She gasped in anticipation; waiting for the pleasure that the contact would incite. However, it never came. Instead she blinked rapidly as his hot breath blew across her collar bone; still the warmth spread through her reaching all the way down to her toes.
“You said...” She started, trying desperately to maintain her composure as one of his hands started making its way up her body. His fingers glided over her body; burning an invisible trail through her clothing.
“I said I’d get you here before the bell.” He completed for her. She could hear the smirk on his lips as he continued. “I never said I’d actually let you go to class.”
She wanted to protest, but her mind was soon wiped completely blank as his teeth caught the lobe of her ear; his hands roaming her form.
His fingertips traced the curve of her breast, gently cupping her with his palm before landing on the top button of her crisply ironed shirt. He released her ear and leaned back as her eyes fluttered down to watch his nimble fingers slowly release each button, her breathing growing faster as his eyes devoured her slightly exposed form.
This was the first time he, or anyone, had seen her like this; her shirt spread wide open, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she tried to anticipate his next move. The way his gaze travelled slowly over her body was almost as arousing as his hands sliding up and down her bare skin.
Her eyes fluttered close as he leaned forward once again; his lips gently tracing kisses along the outline of her sensible white bra. She let out a small gasp as his tongue darted down the valley between her breasts just as she felt her bra loosen around her shoulders. It wasn’t until then that she realised his hands were now underneath her shirt, slowly moving up and down her back. She shivered involuntarily as he sent tiny (humongous) shock-waves down her spine.
Her eyes shot open when she felt his mouth engulf her right nipple, his tongue gently swirling around the small nub as it hardened (even further) under his attention. She moaned loudly as he lightly held it between his teeth, gently pulling against her.
She could feel herself becoming more aroused with each passing second.
And for once, Rachel didn’t want him to stop.
She didn’t want to even try.
She moved her arms up to grasp the back of his head, her fingers playing with the bristles at the base of his Mohawk; his body shaking with silent laughter as she pressed him closer. She let out a small groan of protest as his mouth released her, but she was somewhat placated when his lips skimmed against her skin and moved to administer the same treatment to her other breast.
Rachel could feel the invisible coil at the pit of her stomach growing ever tighter, and this was only third base. She honestly couldn’t imagine how wonderful it would feel when - wait no, not when, if - he made it all the way home.
It felt like they’d been locked in their little bubble of pleasure for hours, but in reality it had only been a matter of minutes, a fact that was marked by the loud ringing throughout the school grounds signalling the beginning of school.
To her immense surprise (and displeasure), Puck chose that moment to pull back, easily moving against her effort to keep his mouth in place.
“Well I guess we better get to class then.” He said with a smirk as he removed his hands from her body before pulling the sides of her rumpled shirt to cover up her exposed chest. He didn’t say another word to her as he gathered his things and exited his truck.
She clutched her shirt close as she turned to watch him make his way to the main building; her mouth hanging open in incomprehension.
As she quickly corrected her appearance, fixing her clothes and running her fingers through her mussed hair, she supposed this was his twisted (and oh-so-hot) version of payback; getting her worked up enough to get her hormones raging before running away without any hope for release.
That’s what she had done it to him. Kind of.
She climbed out of his truck, dragging her bag behind her as she followed after him; reminding herself once more that this was just a game to him.
Rachel promised herself she couldn’t let him win.
And she reminded herself constantly.
Even as she squirmed in her seat during Spanish class feeling his smouldering gaze burn a hole through the back of her head.
Even as he sent her ever tantalizing smirks whenever they passed in the hallways.
Even as his form barely touched hers as they danced beside one another during Glee rehearsals.
And especially as she felt her panties growing ever more damp while he helped her up into his truck at the end of the day; his hand lingering on hers a moment longer than needed as his eyes bored into hers.
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The sexual tension that hummed throughout her entire being only escalated as he silently started the engine. So, she did what she always did was she was nervous.
She talked.
And talked.
And talked.
She talked as he drove her home; talked as they waited for her garage door to slowly open; talked as he fixed her flat tyre in less than ten minutes.
She talked until he pressed her up against the side of her car, his index finger pushed into her lips, effectively silencing her rambles, while his other hand snaked around her body. His hand found hers; their fingers intertwined surprisingly romantic gesture.
It wasn’t until the load whirring of the garage door reverberated throughout the room and slowly began descending that Rachel realised he had pressed the remote hanging on set of keys in said hand; giving them some privacy.
“You use too many words,” he whispered, repeating his words from that morning. She watched as his head loomed ever closer, his eyes darting down to her lips as she moistened them with the tip of her tongue. His mouth inched nearer, hovering above hers and it suddenly struck her that he’s never kissed her. Not really. Not in the way that matters.
And what’s more is she wants him to.
This boy. The one who has thrown slushie after slushie in her face since Junior high; the one who’s spent the better part of the past month teasing her to the brink.
She finally realised that despite her (extremely) loud protests; she, Rachel Berry, wants Noah Puckerman.
Crap.
She watches in excited anticipation as he leans into her further; her eyes falling close as their noses graze in what has to be the most sexually charged nose graze of all time. She waits for his lips to brush against hers; and she knows in years to come, she’ll remember everything about this kiss. The arousal, the softness, the urgency.
Everything.
Except she can’t remember something that never happens.
She opens her eyes widely as his warm breath fans from above her mouth to her cheek before landing on neck. She wants to push him away for teasing her so ruthlessly; hit him for once again leaving the hollow disappointment at the pit of her stomach.
But then he’s sucking on her neck, biting gently at the soft skin at the base, while his other hand bunches up the fabric of her skirt. All the blood rushes from her head, the sensation shooting to her core as his hand plays with waistband of her underwear.
His hand lowers even further and he swears softly against her skin as he feels the dampness of the cloth separating her from his diligent fingers.
“You want me.” He whispers against the hollow of her neck. “You want me so fucking bad.” She hisses as his fingers press against her clit through the wet material. “And I’m gonna show you just how much you want me.” His kisses start moving down her neck as his hand hooks the waist of her panties. His mouth leaves her skin as he begins sliding the offending article down her legs, while his eyes connect with hers as he descends. “I’m gonna show you. Over and over again.”
She can literally feel the pulsing of her centre running through her entire body as she watches him move lower and lower until he’s on his knees; her skirt fluttering back down as he releases the fabric. His head drops when her underwear hits the ground, and he gently picks her feet, slipping off her shoes before manoeuvring the item from around her ankles.
Rachel expects him to take off her knee socks as well, but instead his hands are gliding up against her calves and she thinks she hears him whisper “Fucking sexy knee socks” but it’s so quiet that she might have been mistaken.
She watches as he places one of her legs over his shoulder, her foot sliding down his back as his warm breath ascends against her inner thighs. His head disappears under her black skirt (but really it’s his) and she moans as she leans against her car, using it to support her upper half as she voluntarily widens her stance; opening herself up to him even more. A shiver runs through her body as his chuckling causes hot air to hit her clit and his arms reach up to grip her thighs, steadying her trembling form.
And like everything else, Puck takes his sweet time teasing her to the brink without even a single touch.
Rachel almost falls completely apart as his tongue darts out, swiping a long lick across her clit. She moans loudly through clenched teeth, trying with all her might to hold it in, because as good as his tongue feels, she doesn’t want it to end so quickly.
The knee that’s still supporting her bends as she presses her centre closer to his awaiting mouth, and his hands tighten on her thighs, but his tongue continues probing, leisurely exploring her in ways no person but herself ever has (and even then, it was limited).
She finds herself literally riding his face as his tongue teases her opening, and her mind flashes back to earlier in the day; but surely this is not what he meant when he offered her a ‘ride’ that morning. Then again, this is Puck; and he is the master of the double entendre. She moans louder as the tension inside her body tightens further.
She’s close.
So close.
And she knows that his knows it, because his tongue enters her moving furiously; drinking all the juices that are undoubtedly pouring from her as she quickly moves towards the edge.
Close. So close.
She’s gasping for breath as it comes ever closer. Ever closer.
But her eyes suddenly snap open as the loud whirring of the garage door fills the room once more, only to widen in horror as the door begins rising.
Fuck.
“Fuck.” Puck swears loudly as he quickly ducks out from underneath her skirt, but it’s lost amongst the noise.
They both scramble to correct their appearances as the door fully retracts, and Rachel turns to look at her Dad who's already started to drive his car forward. She fixes her best actress smile of innocent nonchalance on her face as she waves to him, trying to discretely search for her underwear that was laying somewhere on the ground.
She backs away from the approaching car as Puck finally stands up after wiping his mouth clean. She tries desperately not to think about just what that mouth was doing to her moments ago.
When her Dad steps out of his car she crosses one leg in front of the other, as if the movement would keep him from discovering what they’d been going, and that she's not wearing anything underneath her (suddenly very) short skirt.
“Hi Dad.” She greeted cheerfully, Puck standing casually by her side; his arms tucked behind his back.
“Hi dear.” Her Dad replies as he eyes Puck’s slouching form. “A new friend?”
“Oh yes.” Rachel replies as if she’s only just remembered his presence (although that is so not the case). “Dad, this is Noah Puckerman. Noah, this is my Dad.”
The two men lean forward to shake hands, and she can tell from his stiff stance that her Dad is trying to discern if this boy with a Mohawk is trustworthy. She knows that he lands on ‘no’, when his grip tightens unnecessarily around Pucks hand.
“So,” Her Dad starts tersely. “What are you to kids up to?”
Puck opens his mouth to respond, but Rachel quickly jumps in to interrupt; knowing Puck, it would be safer if he didn’t speak.
“I had a flat tyre this morning Dad.” She answers. “Noah here was gallant enough to offer to replace it for me.” She points to the tools still lying around as if to prove their innocence.
He continues to eye them sceptically, scrutinising their behaviour.
“Yes.” He finally replies. “Well, it was nice meeting you Noah.”
She tries not to let out a loud sigh as her Dad turned to head inside the house, but before he disappears around the corner he throws over his shoulder, “Rachel, it’s almost time for dinner. I think it’s time for you to said good night to your friend.”
“Yes Dad.” She calls back before burying her head in her hands. When she notices Puck shaking with laughter next to her, she turns on him. “Noah Puckerman, this is not funny!” She whispered loudly, hitting his arm.
“Oh, it so is.” He shoots back, arching his eyebrow at her.
“No it’s not. Don’t you understand what my Dad almost caught us doing?” She chastises.
“Almost. Keyword, Sexy. Almost.”
“Ugh. ‘Almost’ is bad enough. Do you know what would have happened if he actually did catch us?”
“I can imagine.” His smirk widens as he brings one of his hands up in front of face. “But I imagine it wouldn’t be as bad as him discovering that I was holding these while he shook my other hand.”
Her eyes widen in shock as she realises her panties are dangling loosely from his fingers. “Noah!” She quickly reaches out to try and retrieve them, but he’s too fast for her. She watches as it disappears into his jacket pocket. “Noah!”
“A souvenir.” He replies, leaning his body into hers. Her eyes connect with his as his mouth again lingers above hers. “You want me.” He states and her eyes flicker down as he licks his lips. “You won’t last another day, Sexy. And I’m looking forward to watching you come apart. Again. And again. And again. That’s a Puckerman Promise.” He leans forward to whisper hotly in her ear, and she’s trembling once again. Her shock from what almost happened melting away. “And I plan to keep that promise.”
Rachel stares blankly after him as he turns and saunters back to his waiting truck.
And all she can think is: she is screwed.
Both figuratively...
...and literally.
Rachel was not looking forward to day three.
Nope.
Not even a little bit.
Liar.
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A/N3: Okay. So I’m also kinda evil. But I couldn’t just let him win, despite how much I wanted to, because where’s the fun in that? I’ll try to update again in the next few days. I hope you all enjoyed this instalment. Thanks again for reading!
Part 5