"Love sticks, sweat drips, break the lock if it don't fit. A kick in teeth is good for some, a kiss with a fist is better then none."
Warning: Dark, Mentions of domestic abuse
Rachel woke up with a start, hearing the front door swing open and slam shut violently. Her husband Noah Puckerman staggered into their shared apartment smelling of booze. "Where's my dinner?" He slurs out his gaze landing on where she is curled up on the couch.
"It's i-in the microwave, i-it was getting cold." She stutters out in a small timid voice, sitting up slowly her eyes on him. Puck was always an angry drunk, something he had inherited from his father and she was not about to piss him off even more then he undoubtedly already was.
He was always coming home drunk, and she despised it he was at him worse whenever he drank alcohol. She hated when he drank, he was rough, pushy and mean. When she would bring that up to him afterwards, he would brush her off with a roll of his eyes "It gets rid of my stress. I'll stop but I'll start using you instead." He would say with an evil glint in his eye that sent a shiver down her spine. So, she stopped mentioning his drinking knowing he would only quit when he wanted too, he really didn't give two shits about her opinion or her she was beginning to think.
Puck walks unsteadily into the kitchen, he opens the microwave mutter curses before he pulls out the plate. He glances down at it distastefully before dropping it to the floor. The plate shatters with a loud smash sending chards of glass skittering across the tiled floor, the spaghetti that Rachel had hurried to fix before he got home not wanting to make him angry for forgeting, splatters everywhere tomato sauce splashing across the oven door, the refrigerator then all over the kitchen floor.
Rachel breathes out slowly, getting to her feet walking hesitantly into the kitchen. She looks down at the mess on the floor; she knew was going to have to spend at least an hour trying to get the kitchen spotless again. She looks up at him slowly her face almost questioning, he shrugs. "Wasn't hungry." Is the only explanation he gives.
He moves over to her then, obviously done playing around forcing her to take a step back, causing her back to press against the kitchen countertop. He immediately closes in on her, his arms on either side of her. Boxing her in, his hips pressed against hers, so close she can smell his cologne and the liquor on his breath.
A whimper escapes her lips "Noah…please…' She breathes sounding small her body shaking.
He just ignores her pressing close; she grimaces when the harsh smell of booze invades her nose. Her hands go to his chest trying to push him off her but to no avail, sure she always was tiny but compared to him she was a shrimp. Her attempts to push him off her were just a minor annoyance. His hand goes to her hip, squeezing not to gently as if warning her.
"C'mon, baby. I'm just trying to warm you up, Berry the ice princess." He slurs out, his breath hot against her neck.
She winces at the nickname, something he only used to call her when he was still tossing slushies in her face, and calling her a freak or a loser. Him referring to her by her last name just reminded her how he was slowly changing back to Puck, the neanderthal he was back in high school.
His head dips down, start to nip at her neck, she breathes out "Noah… stop…please… you're drunk.' She whispers, shutting her eyes tight.
She didn't know if she could handle this tonight, especially since just the other night they had been arguing and she had mentioned his father and how he seemed to be turning into him. He had exploded… and let's just say her cheek was still throbbing. He had never actually hit her before then, and it terrified her how quickly he was changing, he was not the same man she had married anymore.
Her pleas fall on deaf ears; he just continues to suck at her neck his teeth dragging across her pulse point making her heart rate speed up. His hand moves to the hem of her dress, pushing it up her thighs and it's at that point that she knows Noah's gone, she was stuck with Puck for the remainder of the night. And Puck always wants her to fight back, he got off on the violence between them. It was really all she was used to at this point, she did miss the love making, the soft kisses, gentle caresses, the loving words, then most of all Noah, the fucking they had now adapted to, still made her feel something the rough touches, grabbing hands, bruising fingertips and lips all made her feel like she still was alive.
She reaches down trying to yank her dress back down but it was no use, so instead she quickly brings her hand up slapping him straight across the face. She almost immediately regrets it her breath catching in her throat, as his eyes flash with rage but then darken with lust, a devilish smirk spreading across his lips.
Rachel swallows fearfully; bracing her herself expecting a slap in return but instead he pulls roughly at her dress causing the fabric to rip apart, and buttons to fly everywhere scattering across the kitchen floor. She gasps in surprise, she really did love that dress.
"What's the matter with you?" She calls out angrily, his hands pulling the ruined garment off her body tossing it to the floor. Leaving her only in a light pink lacy bra with matching panties
Panic starts to rise in her chest, and she curses inwardly. She never should have began this with him tonight, she was such an idiot. That slap had just set him off, now she had no chance of getting him to back off. Now he was horny, pissed, and drunk, which was in no way good for her.
"No, wait!" She gasps her hands going back to his chest, desperate to get him off her. "I'm sorry!' Rachel breathes her voice pleading,
"Stop fighting me, Rachel.' He grinds out through gritted teeth, before pulling his shirt over his head, throwing it aside.
He leans down capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. She doesn't respond just allows him to move his lips sloppily again hers. Before she can even react, he's lifted her up onto the counter so his hips are level with hers.
She knows that the more she tries to fight with him, the worse this'll get and the longer he'll drag it out. So she just reaches forward gripping his sturdy shoulders to steady herself.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard." He growls his fingertips digging into her sides. Rachel winces in pain, but knows not to complain. She just bites her lip hard, in an attempt prevent any sound from slipping out of mouth.
Puck reaches down literally ripping her panties off her body, his hand moving to cupping her, his fingers teasing at her folds.
A whimper of pleasure mixed with fear escapes her lips. Her nails digging into his shoulders, he doesn't even notice way to wasted to even care about anything but sex. He snickers, a lopsided smirk stretching across his mouth as he feels her body start betraying her; wetness spreading between her legs.
"I knew you'd end up enjoy this. You want me to touch you, dirty slut." He sneers, his lips moving to bite at her neck, nipping at the soft skin there not really caring when pained noises escape from her throat.
She gasps in pain "Puck, please." She pleads "Not tonight..."
He just scoffs "Shut the fuck up, Berry. You need this just as bad as I do." He leers not even reacting to the fear in her voice.
God, she hated when he was drunk… He really was becoming his father like everyone said he would. She vaguely registers him undoing his belt, and the button of his jeans. He shoves his pants and his boxers down to his ankles, then takes his length in his hand stroking softly, his eyes on her are positively sinful, and it sends a shiver up her spine.
She was just glad he was going to be quick with her tonight "Fuck, I'm gonna pound you so hard." He smirks, his words slurring together only slightly now. He holds her thighs apart positioning himself at her entrance, thrusting inside her with a rough jerk of his hips.
"Ah, fuck Rach… You're so fuckin' tight.' He pants out his breath hot against cheek.
She gasps out loudly at his rough entrance her nails digging into his shoulders even more undoubtingly leaving marks. He doesn't waste anytime pounding into her, his hips moving at a relentless pace only caring about his own release.
His hand goes to her thigh lifting her leg to wrap it around his hip causing him to hit that spot inside her that makes her cry out, manipulating her body into enjoying this.
"Oh! Noah!" She calls out, without thinking blurting out his name. For a split second his eyes go soft, and he looks almost regretful but it's gone as quickly as it came his thrusts getting quicker and rougher till finally he reaches his release with a loud groan.
Her walls flutter around his cock, pushed over the edge at the feeling of him releasing warm thick ropes of come inside her. She falls against his chest panting heavily.
The whole room is silent, aside from their labored breathing. Then after a couple of minutes, Puck pulls out of her, yanking his boxers and jeans back up not even bothering to do his belt his eyes glassy.
He doesn't even look at her just murmurs "I'm sorry, Rach…" So she can barely hear before he leaves the kitchen quickly, heading up the stairs to their bedroom without another word, leaving her alone. Tears start to fall down her cheeks as she gets off the counter trying to salvage her ruined dress causing tears to fall more rapidly blurring he vision and she just lets the sobs wrack her body, he hands moving to cover her face shutting her eyes tightly. Wishing she could be anywhere but here.
Authors Note-
Hello, my lovely readers I am not sure whether or not this is going to be a oneshot or not, it'll just pretty much depend on the reaction this chapter gets, or if I get some amazing inspiration for the next chapter which is probably most likely what's going to happen. This idea was just bouncing around in my mind and I had to write it down, and really do love Puckleberry I just think a glimpse in a darker relationship between them would be more interesting. Annnnyywhoooo, any type of feedback is always appreciated, Of course :) So until next time! Oh and P.S the title and the lyrics at the beginning come from the amazing Florence+ The Machine just in case you were wondering.