Fic: Nine-Tenths
Title: Nine-Tenths
Author: Soliloquyrain
Pairing,Character(s): Puck/Rachel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1868
Spoilers: Set during Hairography
Summary: Possession is nine-tenths the law.
Author's Notes: Written for the Glee!Kink Meme - Prompt: Puck/Rachel. Puck is a little possessive of Rachel, though he doesn't exactly know why. Bonus gleegasms for Puck calling Rachel 'his' and not even realising it.
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He doesn't even realize who it is until it's too late.
Puck's standing leaning against the locker while Jason Stevens--who totally thinks he's a stud, but isn't, he might add--shoves as many textbooks as possible into his bag, when he notices a pair of legs over by the water fountain. He's pretty sure there's a girl attached to them but really? He doesn't fuckin' care.
Tanned and toned and goin' on for miles, coming to a stop under an impossibly short black skirt; Puck's only just started to appreciate them in all their glory when whoever she is leans over to take a drink and that barely-there bit of fabric slides up just enough to give him a glimpse of pink cotton panties. The blaring innocence of the pink contrasting with the sex-kitten black skirt and heels nearly makes him come in his pants, but instead he sucks in a sharp breath of air and tightens his grip on his backpack.
Jason's nasal voice cuts through the noise in the hallway, just loud enough to disrupt the Skinemax scene playing in Puck's head. "So anyways, I'm like, sorry babe, it's been fun, but you know--"
"Dude, just shut up," Puck snaps without pulling his gaze away.
"What is your--whoa."
Obviously, Jason has found Puck's current object of attention, and he chuckles while elbowing Puck's side--which would make him floor the dude if he still had any blood left anywhere else in his body.
"Dude, I would hit that so hard she wouldn't be able to walk for a week," Jason laughs, and Puck rolls his eyes cause really? Who does he think he is--him?
The legs-that-maybe-have-a-girl-attached-but-who-really-cares straighten and they are slammed out of their reverie when she turns to face them.
Rachel Berry notices Puck staring at her, and she waves shyly before adjusting the strap on her way-too-tight corset-top before walking towards her class.
"Mmm-mmm," Jason laments, "such a shame that a body like that has so much crazy going on. Though, she probably wouldn't talk too much with my cock in her m--"
Puck shoves him into his locker. "Just shut your mouth, Stevens."
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Puck finds himself rushing down the hallway, damn near galloping to catch up.
"Hey, Berry!" He calls out when he's reached her, grabbing her arm and pulling her off to the side of the hallway.
She looks at him with a mixture of puzzlement and confusion, shifting the bag on her back. "What is it, Noah?" She asks, "I'm going to be late for History."
His brain is still feeling a little fuzzy from a lack of blood, and so Puck just sorta stands there with this look on his face while he tries to think of what to say, next. He doesn't have time to string together two words, however, and the bell sounds shrilly, the last few students trickling out, rushing to their classrooms.
Rachel narrows her eyes at him, and he's pretty sure her nostrils flare just a bit when she snaps, "Thanks, now I'm late for class."
She starts to walk away and he grabs her arm again. "So, what the fuck happened to you?"
Rachel frowns, looking down. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You pretty much look like you just crawled out of a Penthouse magazine."
She rolls her eyes and scoffs, pushing past him. "You're such a pig," she calls over her shoulder as she starts to walks away.
Puck closes the gap between them in a few long strides, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the empty JROTC classroom. He pushes the door closed behind them and backs her up against it.
"Get your hands off me," she huffs, pulling her arm away from his grip. "I hope you know this is false imprisonment and sexual harassment." She narrows her eyes at him, but he notices she doesn't make any attempt to move away.
"So what's with the outfit?" He asks, "Trying to impress someone? Finn?"
"Considering that we're no longer an item, I really don't think it's any of your concern, Noah."
He trails his fingers up her thigh, coming to rest just below the fabric of her skirt. "Yeah," he hisses, "you're trying to impress him, aren't you?" He makes a low noise in his throat as he presses his body against her, pinning her against the door. "What is it about that guy?"
"Aside from the fact that he isn't a complete--"
She is cut short by his mouth on hers, pressing against her angrily. He trails his lips down her jaw line to her neck, nibbling at the soft skin just above her clavicle. "Finn isn't half the man I am," he murmurs against her skin and he can feel her swallow hard.
"Maybe he lacks in a few certain fields," she says breathlessly as he pushes her skirt up, bunching it around her hips, "but what he lacks in sexual prowess and--"
"Brains?" Puck interrupts, grinding against her.
"academic intellect," she breathes, "he more than makes up for with decency and kindness."
"Shut up, Berry."
She complies and it amazes him that all it took to get her to stop talking for half a minute was to just tell her to, but he also concedes it may have something to do with her panties, which he's slowly pulling down those fantastic thighs of hers. They fall to the ground and jesus christ she's waxed and he's fairly certain a vein in his temple just burst. He licks at the soft skin just below her jaw as his fingers graze the silky skin where her hip meets her pelvic bone.
"So you've had a bit of work done since the last time I saw you, Berry," he groans into her neck, and he's positive he hears her giggle, "you get it done when you get the dress?"
She moves her hips slightly, trying to guide his hand to her. "Figured I would, just in case..." she trails off, and though she doesn't say it, he knows what she's implying. Just in case Finn ever comes around. He presses his lips to her neck and sucks, and she has a slight moan to her voice when she says, "Not so hard, you're going to leave a mark."
He ignores her protests and increases the pressure on her neck as his fingers find their way to her, just barely teasing her and he can feel her body buckle under him. He drags his fingers across her opening softly, and he can feel her shiver under his weight.
"Just touch me, already," she pleads, bucking her hips slightly, and it breaks him.
He slips two fingers inside and ohgod, she's so wet, they slide in with ease. His thumb brushes her clit and she gasps, and the sound makes Puck groan against her skin. It takes him a moment to find a rhythm, he's so content to just savor the feeling of her wrapped around his fingers. He finally begins to move his hand slowly, and she moves her hips in tandem, little sighs escaping her lips with every thrust.
Puck pulls his mouth away from her neck, admiring the deep purple hickey he's left on her skin. She'll probably whine about it later, but for now he really doesn't care. He brings a hand up her body, tangling his fingers in her hair, tilting her head up to look at him.
"Does he touch you?" He asks as he lowers his face to hers again, nipping her lower lip with his teeth. She just moans in response, shaking her head negatively. "Never?" He presses, and he flicks his thumb across her clit for emphasis.
"No, never," she sighs, leaning into him as her knees start to give away. She grabs his shoulders to steady herself and one of her mile-long legs comes up to wrap around his waist. He untangles his hand from her hair and brings it to her thigh, running his fingers along the back of her leg, all the way up til he's cupping her perfect ass. He grinds against her in rhythm to his hands, and even through his jeans it's enough to make his eyes roll into his head. It's a dance they've learned well, stolen moments in the choir room or against his truck after another losing football game while he waited for Finn to finish getting dressed in the locker room.
"Good," he says as he inserts a third finger, and she gasps at the tightness, "I'd have to break his fingers if he put a hand on my girl." He presses his thumb in slow, steady circles around her, and she is panting into his shirt so hard he thinks she may hyperventilate. A chuckle escapes his lips as he licks at her earlobe and she whimpers, and the sound sends a jolt through his entire body.
Rachel clenches his shirt in her fist and tilts her head back as a moan--ohgodshe'ssoloud--bubbles from her lips. It starts low and breathy but rises as her orgasm builds, and she grinds herself against his hand as her eyes slam shut.
"Say my name," Puck demands, and he quickens his pace and buries his face in her hair.
"N-Noah--" And then it's there like a blitzkrieg, and he feels her tighten around his fingers. She's moaning his name and it sounds so loud he's sure one of those Safety-Patrol-Hall-Monitor dweebs must have heard. Rachel comes as he does, and she's whimpering and mewling while sputtering his name in between sips of air. He continues to move his hand between them, holding her up against the door while she rides her orgasm out, and it takes all he has to not just collapse as her name escapes his lips.
A long moment later, he pulls away from her, and she hisses as he pulls his fingers out of her. Rachel rakes her fingers through her hair, trying to compose herself while Puck adjusts his jeans with a wince--he feels messy and sticky and he'll be damned if he's going to go through two more classes with his boxers full of his junk.
Puck watches her as she puts her panties back up, and a grin breaks out on his face when he sees just how big that hickey is. He's quite proud of himself, to be perfectly honest. Though he's sure she won't be when she sees it.
"Right, so," he starts, leaning down to pick up the backpack he'd tossed, "c'mon, I'll give you a ride home."
She looks at him like he's just sprouted a second head. "We still have two periods left," she says, smoothing her skirt around her legs, "And Glee practice."
"Ok, well, I'm going home to get cleaned up. If you want to walk around for the next two hours all hot and sticky and with a hickey the size of Idaho on your neck, that's your prerogative."
She falters slightly, then sighs. "I suppose I could use a shower--"
"And new clothes." Puck interjects, opening the door and letting her pass through first, "I'll be damned if a pansy like Hudson is going to get to see you dressed like that."
"I'm not changing my clothes, Noah."
"Yeah, we'll see about that."
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Author: Soliloquyrain
Pairing,Character(s): Puck/Rachel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1868
Spoilers: Set during Hairography
Summary: Possession is nine-tenths the law.
Author's Notes: Written for the Glee!Kink Meme - Prompt: Puck/Rachel. Puck is a little possessive of Rachel, though he doesn't exactly know why. Bonus gleegasms for Puck calling Rachel 'his' and not even realising it.
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He doesn't even realize who it is until it's too late.
Puck's standing leaning against the locker while Jason Stevens--who totally thinks he's a stud, but isn't, he might add--shoves as many textbooks as possible into his bag, when he notices a pair of legs over by the water fountain. He's pretty sure there's a girl attached to them but really? He doesn't fuckin' care.
Tanned and toned and goin' on for miles, coming to a stop under an impossibly short black skirt; Puck's only just started to appreciate them in all their glory when whoever she is leans over to take a drink and that barely-there bit of fabric slides up just enough to give him a glimpse of pink cotton panties. The blaring innocence of the pink contrasting with the sex-kitten black skirt and heels nearly makes him come in his pants, but instead he sucks in a sharp breath of air and tightens his grip on his backpack.
Jason's nasal voice cuts through the noise in the hallway, just loud enough to disrupt the Skinemax scene playing in Puck's head. "So anyways, I'm like, sorry babe, it's been fun, but you know--"
"Dude, just shut up," Puck snaps without pulling his gaze away.
"What is your--whoa."
Obviously, Jason has found Puck's current object of attention, and he chuckles while elbowing Puck's side--which would make him floor the dude if he still had any blood left anywhere else in his body.
"Dude, I would hit that so hard she wouldn't be able to walk for a week," Jason laughs, and Puck rolls his eyes cause really? Who does he think he is--him?
The legs-that-maybe-have-a-girl-attached-but-who-really-cares straighten and they are slammed out of their reverie when she turns to face them.
Rachel Berry notices Puck staring at her, and she waves shyly before adjusting the strap on her way-too-tight corset-top before walking towards her class.
"Mmm-mmm," Jason laments, "such a shame that a body like that has so much crazy going on. Though, she probably wouldn't talk too much with my cock in her m--"
Puck shoves him into his locker. "Just shut your mouth, Stevens."
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Puck finds himself rushing down the hallway, damn near galloping to catch up.
"Hey, Berry!" He calls out when he's reached her, grabbing her arm and pulling her off to the side of the hallway.
She looks at him with a mixture of puzzlement and confusion, shifting the bag on her back. "What is it, Noah?" She asks, "I'm going to be late for History."
His brain is still feeling a little fuzzy from a lack of blood, and so Puck just sorta stands there with this look on his face while he tries to think of what to say, next. He doesn't have time to string together two words, however, and the bell sounds shrilly, the last few students trickling out, rushing to their classrooms.
Rachel narrows her eyes at him, and he's pretty sure her nostrils flare just a bit when she snaps, "Thanks, now I'm late for class."
She starts to walk away and he grabs her arm again. "So, what the fuck happened to you?"
Rachel frowns, looking down. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You pretty much look like you just crawled out of a Penthouse magazine."
She rolls her eyes and scoffs, pushing past him. "You're such a pig," she calls over her shoulder as she starts to walks away.
Puck closes the gap between them in a few long strides, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the empty JROTC classroom. He pushes the door closed behind them and backs her up against it.
"Get your hands off me," she huffs, pulling her arm away from his grip. "I hope you know this is false imprisonment and sexual harassment." She narrows her eyes at him, but he notices she doesn't make any attempt to move away.
"So what's with the outfit?" He asks, "Trying to impress someone? Finn?"
"Considering that we're no longer an item, I really don't think it's any of your concern, Noah."
He trails his fingers up her thigh, coming to rest just below the fabric of her skirt. "Yeah," he hisses, "you're trying to impress him, aren't you?" He makes a low noise in his throat as he presses his body against her, pinning her against the door. "What is it about that guy?"
"Aside from the fact that he isn't a complete--"
She is cut short by his mouth on hers, pressing against her angrily. He trails his lips down her jaw line to her neck, nibbling at the soft skin just above her clavicle. "Finn isn't half the man I am," he murmurs against her skin and he can feel her swallow hard.
"Maybe he lacks in a few certain fields," she says breathlessly as he pushes her skirt up, bunching it around her hips, "but what he lacks in sexual prowess and--"
"Brains?" Puck interrupts, grinding against her.
"academic intellect," she breathes, "he more than makes up for with decency and kindness."
"Shut up, Berry."
She complies and it amazes him that all it took to get her to stop talking for half a minute was to just tell her to, but he also concedes it may have something to do with her panties, which he's slowly pulling down those fantastic thighs of hers. They fall to the ground and jesus christ she's waxed and he's fairly certain a vein in his temple just burst. He licks at the soft skin just below her jaw as his fingers graze the silky skin where her hip meets her pelvic bone.
"So you've had a bit of work done since the last time I saw you, Berry," he groans into her neck, and he's positive he hears her giggle, "you get it done when you get the dress?"
She moves her hips slightly, trying to guide his hand to her. "Figured I would, just in case..." she trails off, and though she doesn't say it, he knows what she's implying. Just in case Finn ever comes around. He presses his lips to her neck and sucks, and she has a slight moan to her voice when she says, "Not so hard, you're going to leave a mark."
He ignores her protests and increases the pressure on her neck as his fingers find their way to her, just barely teasing her and he can feel her body buckle under him. He drags his fingers across her opening softly, and he can feel her shiver under his weight.
"Just touch me, already," she pleads, bucking her hips slightly, and it breaks him.
He slips two fingers inside and ohgod, she's so wet, they slide in with ease. His thumb brushes her clit and she gasps, and the sound makes Puck groan against her skin. It takes him a moment to find a rhythm, he's so content to just savor the feeling of her wrapped around his fingers. He finally begins to move his hand slowly, and she moves her hips in tandem, little sighs escaping her lips with every thrust.
Puck pulls his mouth away from her neck, admiring the deep purple hickey he's left on her skin. She'll probably whine about it later, but for now he really doesn't care. He brings a hand up her body, tangling his fingers in her hair, tilting her head up to look at him.
"Does he touch you?" He asks as he lowers his face to hers again, nipping her lower lip with his teeth. She just moans in response, shaking her head negatively. "Never?" He presses, and he flicks his thumb across her clit for emphasis.
"No, never," she sighs, leaning into him as her knees start to give away. She grabs his shoulders to steady herself and one of her mile-long legs comes up to wrap around his waist. He untangles his hand from her hair and brings it to her thigh, running his fingers along the back of her leg, all the way up til he's cupping her perfect ass. He grinds against her in rhythm to his hands, and even through his jeans it's enough to make his eyes roll into his head. It's a dance they've learned well, stolen moments in the choir room or against his truck after another losing football game while he waited for Finn to finish getting dressed in the locker room.
"Good," he says as he inserts a third finger, and she gasps at the tightness, "I'd have to break his fingers if he put a hand on my girl." He presses his thumb in slow, steady circles around her, and she is panting into his shirt so hard he thinks she may hyperventilate. A chuckle escapes his lips as he licks at her earlobe and she whimpers, and the sound sends a jolt through his entire body.
Rachel clenches his shirt in her fist and tilts her head back as a moan--ohgodshe'ssoloud--bubbles from her lips. It starts low and breathy but rises as her orgasm builds, and she grinds herself against his hand as her eyes slam shut.
"Say my name," Puck demands, and he quickens his pace and buries his face in her hair.
"N-Noah--" And then it's there like a blitzkrieg, and he feels her tighten around his fingers. She's moaning his name and it sounds so loud he's sure one of those Safety-Patrol-Hall-Monitor dweebs must have heard. Rachel comes as he does, and she's whimpering and mewling while sputtering his name in between sips of air. He continues to move his hand between them, holding her up against the door while she rides her orgasm out, and it takes all he has to not just collapse as her name escapes his lips.
A long moment later, he pulls away from her, and she hisses as he pulls his fingers out of her. Rachel rakes her fingers through her hair, trying to compose herself while Puck adjusts his jeans with a wince--he feels messy and sticky and he'll be damned if he's going to go through two more classes with his boxers full of his junk.
Puck watches her as she puts her panties back up, and a grin breaks out on his face when he sees just how big that hickey is. He's quite proud of himself, to be perfectly honest. Though he's sure she won't be when she sees it.
"Right, so," he starts, leaning down to pick up the backpack he'd tossed, "c'mon, I'll give you a ride home."
She looks at him like he's just sprouted a second head. "We still have two periods left," she says, smoothing her skirt around her legs, "And Glee practice."
"Ok, well, I'm going home to get cleaned up. If you want to walk around for the next two hours all hot and sticky and with a hickey the size of Idaho on your neck, that's your prerogative."
She falters slightly, then sighs. "I suppose I could use a shower--"
"And new clothes." Puck interjects, opening the door and letting her pass through first, "I'll be damned if a pansy like Hudson is going to get to see you dressed like that."
"I'm not changing my clothes, Noah."
"Yeah, we'll see about that."
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