Raw
Title: Raw
Rating: R
Fandom: Glee
Characters: Puck/Rachel
Word Count: 256
Warning: None
Summary/Prompt: Knee socks
Rachel wears clothes that would make a normal girl cry. All granny shirts and tiny skirts and knee socks with bows. Things that should look fucking ridiculous, but always end up making him hard. She puts little girl clips in her hair, wears sensible shoes and walks with a stick up her ass. Her high, pert ass. That is constantly about to show. And Puck can’t get her out of his mind.
She’s the one he thinks of in the shower, when he’s got his hand working between his legs and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. She’s the one he pictures naked during Glee club, the one who puts that smile on his face and that lump in his jeans. He tells himself it’s ‘cause Quinn is a tease, ‘cause Santana’s sexts are as far as she’ll go, and ‘cause Brittany drools when she gives head. He tells himself that anyone would start looking hot after a dry spell.
But when he’s finally got her on her back in her bed, when he’s finally sliding his hand up her thighs, pushing that ugly ass skirt of hers high enough for her pretty pink panties to show, it’s none of those girls he’s thinking about. It’s Rachel with her big, pouty lips, deep brown eyes and her hot little body. Rachel, who he wants to sink into and ride till she’s raw. Rachel, who frowns up at him and tells him no, because he’s not fucking Finn.
Rachel, who walks away and never looks back.
Fun Fact: Puck/Rachel makes me have hearts and stars in my eyes. Also, this is my first Glee!fic.
Rating: R
Fandom: Glee
Characters: Puck/Rachel
Word Count: 256
Warning: None
Summary/Prompt: Knee socks
Rachel wears clothes that would make a normal girl cry. All granny shirts and tiny skirts and knee socks with bows. Things that should look fucking ridiculous, but always end up making him hard. She puts little girl clips in her hair, wears sensible shoes and walks with a stick up her ass. Her high, pert ass. That is constantly about to show. And Puck can’t get her out of his mind.
She’s the one he thinks of in the shower, when he’s got his hand working between his legs and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. She’s the one he pictures naked during Glee club, the one who puts that smile on his face and that lump in his jeans. He tells himself it’s ‘cause Quinn is a tease, ‘cause Santana’s sexts are as far as she’ll go, and ‘cause Brittany drools when she gives head. He tells himself that anyone would start looking hot after a dry spell.
But when he’s finally got her on her back in her bed, when he’s finally sliding his hand up her thighs, pushing that ugly ass skirt of hers high enough for her pretty pink panties to show, it’s none of those girls he’s thinking about. It’s Rachel with her big, pouty lips, deep brown eyes and her hot little body. Rachel, who he wants to sink into and ride till she’s raw. Rachel, who frowns up at him and tells him no, because he’s not fucking Finn.
Rachel, who walks away and never looks back.
Fun Fact: Puck/Rachel makes me have hearts and stars in my eyes. Also, this is my first Glee!fic.