Glee Fic!
Title: Short Skirts and Knee Highs
Author: AyLee Cambell
Rating: M - Adult! If you don't like that then don't read!
Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, but I still like to play with them.
Summary: The real reason Rachel Berry wears short skirts and knee highs. Written for the Glee Kink Meme. Here. (First time writing for a kink meme…Promt was the summary line.)
An - So I tried to just do smut, but apparently even my smut has some small plot. Go figure. :P
Rachel knows what they say about her, how they make fun of how she dresses. About how she always wears short skirts and knee highs.
But she doesn’t mind it, pretends to herself that she doesn’t hear it, because none of them know the truth. That she hadn’t always liked skirts and leg warmers or knee highs. But none of them know why she loves them so much now, and that makes it better.
Cause Rachel Berry, who dresses like some old fashion school girl, has a secret.
A secret no one at school has figured out or even knows about. They would rather make fun of her then stop and think about it. When she first started at William McKinley High she had dressed like everyone else, had worn pants all the time and hardly ever wore a skirt. But that all changed halfway through freshmen year.
It had been picture day and she had only wore the skirt and knee high outfit because her dad’s had wanted her picture taken with the outfit her grandmother had sent her.
If her grandmother had any idea what this would have cause she was pretty sure Gramma would have burned the clothes instead of giving them to her, but it was too late for that, and she was glad now that she had been forced into wearing it.
She remembered complaining about the skirt being too short, that the knee highs were uncomfortable, she remembered expecting to be uncomfortable the whole day long and had brought a change of clothes for afterwards.
What she hadn’t expected was to catch his attention, or that he would drag her off as soon as she walked out of the gym where the pictures had been taken. She had seen him around, but had never thought he had seen her. He had dragged her into the janitor’s closet in one of the less populated hallways of the school.
They didn’t have sex that day, but he had given her the first orgasm of her life.
She could still remember his hot breath on her thighs, or the way he had moved up her spent form to smirk down at her and tell her how much he liked her skirts and knee highs. Said he had had fantasies about school girls for years, and now he had gotten to act one of them out.
She watched as he licked the fingers that had been inside her and she couldn’t help but say she could wear another skirt tomorrow.
He just grinned, and when she wore a skirt the next day, they found a different place for some alone time.
It started a pattern that they were still following even now.
Students made fun of her for her clothing choices but she just smiled at them. Because she knew something they didn’t.
Now Rachel was in her sophomore year of high school, and she was currently walking down the same hallway where they had started it all. Making sure no one was around she opened the door and slipped inside, meeting his eyes and seeing that he was leaning back against the wall, waiting for her.
He smirked at her, which was typical but something that was so him she couldn’t hold it against him, and he pulled her to him so he could kiss her.
He pushed her gently against the wall and lifted her up, so her legs wrapped around his waist.
He ran his hands under her shirt and pushed it up, unsnapping her bra with a flick of his fingers and pulling that up too so he could take her nipple into his mouth.
Rachel moaned, head falling back and her hands grasping his head, one hand at the base of his head, keeping him there and scratching lightly while the other ran over his shaved hair and the Mohawk he had.
“Noah.” She groaned out and felt him smile against her skin, before he nipped her gently and went back to sucking.
“Oh god.” Rachel moaned again and he pulled away to grin at her.
“Close.” He teased, then kissed her. “But just me, not God.”
Letting her down, Puck made his way down her body, kissing, nipping, and licking her where he knew would get the best reaction from her body. He was kneeling down, her hands running over his short hair as he swirled his tongue around her bellybutton and ran his hands up her legs, parting her thighs and smirking when he realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Berry, I’m amazed. What if you bent over? Your skirts are tiny, and now your going without?” He asked, running his fingers over her pussy to see how wet she was. He stuck a finger inside her, watched her gasp before running his thumb over her clit and watched as her eyes closed and her head fell back to hit the wall.
Grinning he added a second finger and thumbed her clit again, then pumped his fingers. In then out, and again. He watched her face spasm, watched her swallow and try to gather words.
“I took them off in the restroom before heading here. God Noah, there. Must you always, right there, act like it’s a surprise. This isn’t the first time, Noah, that I’ve been, oh fuck.” Rachel gasped out, loosing her train of thought when he used his mouth instead of his thumb.
He rotated sucking gently and sucking hard, just like he knew she liked. Pumping his fingers a little faster, knowing she was near. Using his free hand he pulled her leg over his shoulder so he could keep her steady and get closer. He loved making her loose control, and especially loved it when she cursed, because it meant that he had shattered any thought process she may have had and was only focused on him and what he made her feel.
Rachel was making small noises: gasps and choked whimpers and even a few high pitched wordless sounds. She had to always be making some noise, but he didn’t mind it. He was just glad that the walls were thick so no sound escaped into the hallways. It was one of his favorite rooms in the school and he viewed it as theirs, so he would have been disappointed to not be able to use it again.
He could feel her thighs shaking and her pussy starting to spasm clench his fingers and knew she was close. He twisted his wrist, changing the angle and pattern he had been using on her and started to scissor his fingers inside her. When she started gasping wordless sounds and tried saying his name he sucked her clit hard and felt her ride his face and fingers as she came.
“NoahNoahNoahNoah.” Rachel gasped out as her world exploded into stars. Only his hand on her waist and the leg over his shoulder kept her upright.
Puck smiled and moved back just a little. He pulled his fingers out and put her leg back down and slowly stood. He kept his hand on her waist to steady her, knowing it would be a moment or two before she could stand on her own.
He ran his still wet fingers over her lips and watched them glisten until she licked her lips while he slowly licked his fingers clean.
When Rachel could move again she stepped away from the wall, and kissed him before running her hands down his sides and pulling his shirt from his pants. She pulled it up and only broke the kiss so she could pull it over his head and off him completely.
Instead of kissing him again she kissed and sucked a line down his throat, hearing him moan, and down
his chest slowly. She gave her hands time to undue his belt and unzip his jeans, pushing his jeans down
his hips and realized that he hadn’t bothered with underwear either.
But for him, that was a lot more usual so she didn’t bother to comment on it, instead she cupped him, running one of her hands over the head of his cock and watching as his body jerked. The other hand drifted lower to play with his balls.
Puck moaned and backed up. He took a deep breath. “Hold on.” He told her, looking around them to see what they could use. There was an old desk that they knew was sturdy enough for them both, or the wall, or the floor. They couldn’t use the shelves for support, because they had learned the hard way that they weren’t stable. Their options were limited, but they never really complained about it.
“Desk, wall, or floor?” He asked, giving her the options. She was in charge of this one, so he wanted to make sure she was comfortable too.
Rachel looked around, her hands on his cock and balls had frozen, knowing he wouldn’t be able to think if she kept touching him.
“The wall, that way afterwards you can fuck me against it.” She told him, looking at him impishly, feeling the effect her words have had on him when his cock hardens even more in her hand.
With a small giggle she strokes him again and is pleased when he turns them and stumbles backward until he hits the wall. His eyes are focused on her, she can feel him staring at her, but she ignores it and instead pumps her hand, then runs a finger down the underside of his cock.
She smiles as he moans her name and drops to her knees and takes him into her mouth. He groans and leans back heavily against the wall, keeping his eyes on her. He loves seeing her take him into her mouth.
Rachel swirls her tongue around his cock before sucking hard and taking him in further. She keeps taking more in, alternating between hard sucks and loosening her mouth around him, and finally she’s taken him all into her mouth, can feel him in the back of her throat.
Puck grunts and gasps her name, his hands flying into her hair and curling into fists, he makes sure not to pull her hair too tightly, just enough to almost hurt. Just how he knows she likes it.
He loves that she can take him all into her mouth with no problem. That she doesn’t gag or coke like some girls used to when they tried. He loves that she knows exactly what to do to him to make his eyes roll into the back of his head. She sucks him so hard he’s not sure if it hurts or if it’s that the pleasure is almost too much. He’s hitting his head not so gently on the wall behind him just so he doesn’t come too early.
His hips are moving slowly, giving shallow thrusts and Rachel’s keeping a hand on one of his hip bones. That way he wont loose control and thrust too sharply. He enjoys her blowjobs and doesn’t want them to stop so he doesn’t mind that she’s guiding his movements.
One of her hands goes down to his balls and tugs gently and then she flicks that spot just under his dick and before his ball and sucks hard while flicking her tongue and he can’t hold it. With a cry of her name, since it’s the only thing he can really remember at the moment, he shoots his load into her mouth and feels her swallow around his dick.
He opens his eyes and meets hers and her lips are curved around his dick and she’s still sucking him, only he’s not as deep in her mouth as he had been, and he’s still hard but not as hard as he had been. It doesn’t worry him though, he’ll be ready for another round in a minute and they both know it.
He want’s to say that he’s just that much of a stud but the truth is that it’s Rachel. He is almost always hard around Rachel, especially when she’s wearing those damn short skirts - which luckily for him is all the damn time. The knee highs are just a plus and it’s what caught his attention the year before. (He’s had fantasy’s about schoolgirls for years and there had been one right in front of him that day. No way was he going to pass that up.)
But he’s learned something in the past year. No one else, but Rachel, makes his body react like she does, (or knows it as well) and he’s ready to make sure that no one else gets to even try making hers react in any way. Especially not the way he gets to make it react.
Rachel lets him go with a wet pop and stands up. She still has her shirt hanging around her neck, but her bra is laying somewhere on the ground with his shirt and her skirt is hiked up her hips.
He grins at her and goes digging in his jeans until he finds the condom he had made sure was there earlier.
“Want to put it on Berry?” He teases, ripping the little package open. Rachel takes it from him and pinches the tip of the condom and rolls it down his cock. As soon as it’s on he pulls her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and using a hand to guide himself into her.
She gasps and he bits her lower lip, moving his hips. Pulling back Rachel took his earlobe in her teeth then letting go and whispering in his ear.
“Fuck me Noah.” She says, clenching her inner muscles around him and feeling his body tense.
“Fuck Rachel.” he groans into her ear and pulls out of her only to slam back into her. He pushes her back against the wall, his hands going to her hips so he could lift her away from him just to slam her back down. He was gripping her hips tightly, tight enough to leave light bruises. Rachel was making choked noises in the back of her throat, her head thrown back and he was getting close again.
“Harder, right there, oh there Noah! NoahNoahNoahNoahNoah.” Rachel chanted and Puck knew she was close. She always said his name like that when she was close to cumming.
He moves his hips, changing his thrusts and going faster, going harder. Sometimes they were slow and gentle, but today wasn’t one of those days. They kept those days for other places. Here it was fast and hard toward the end, but always explosive.
He can feel his balls tightening, can feel her walls clenching around him and knows they are both close to the edge so he wraps one arm around her waist for support and moves the other one to pinch her clit while he angles her so he can take her nipple into his mouth.
He starts to loose any rhythm he had and just starts thrusting as much as he can. He fells himself going and pinches her clit at the same time he bites down hard on her nipple, knowing that the combination will send her into her own orgasm.
With a small keening noise Rachel cums and Puck lets go, cumming as well.
they both slide to the floor in a small boneless pile, still connected and intertwined. They just lay there breathing heavily and hoping to get the feeling back in their bodies soon.
Puck was the first one to move, sitting up and helping Rachel up too. He was careful when he removed the condom and threw it into one of the janitor’s trash bins, throwing a few paper towels over it so no one would notice. He shakily got to his feet and grabbed the wet wipes Rachel had hidden a while ago and handed them to her, helping her clean herself up and then pulling his pants up and buttoning them.
He grabs his shirt and her bra, handing it to her when she stands up. He puts on his shirt then watches her put on her bra with something close to a leer, which made her hit him teasingly and then he pulls her into a kiss and sneeks a grope to her boobs before she pulls away.
“We don’t have enough time.” Rachel said and grins up at him. Which just means that they will continue later, which was okay. Later meant somewhere else and more time and they wouldn’t have to worry about someone finding them. (Which was hot, but he did enjoy taking his time, especially with Rachel.)
“Fine.” He said, faking being sullen. (He was not pouting, and even if he was it was only fake pouting because he knew she would make it up later if he showed her he was disappointed.)
He pulled her closer and pulled her skirt down, knowing she would run into the nearest bathroom and put her underwear back on.
“Never stop wearing these.” He said, running the material of the skirt through his fingers before pulling it down her hips. He loved that she wore the skirts for him, that she wanted him enough that she wore them no matter what anyone else said.
Rachel looked up at him, then leaned up to kiss him gently. “I don’t plan to.”
After all, it was what caught his attention and started it all.
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