For Vette, because she hasn't had a dedication yet (and no, apparently the co-conspired crack!fic *doesn't* count lol) – hope you like it bb :D
A/N: I also have to add that some of the wording is only used because I reckon Puck, stud or otherwise, still uses some 'high school terminology' – it'll make sense when you read ;)
A/A/N: This chapter is M-rated, the others likely won't be, but you have been warned so don't read if you're not supposed to :)
Title: Sing Me Some Pretty Words; You'll Win Me Over Time And Again
Disclaimer: only own the 'plot points' - in fact, I don't even own them, they belong to Vette lol
A/N: based on the prompt I was given by Vette, which is the summary for this.
A/A/N: In case it's not obvious, PR already have an 'established relationship'
Warning: because Puck has a dirty mouth – and his thoughts and actions don't tend to be much better. Although it will likely only be this first part that is so highly rated because THIS WAS EFFING SCARY, VETTE, AND I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU GOT ME TO AGREE TO IT! And one dabble in this crazy world is quite enough thanks
Summary: Just like everything in their life, it begins with an act of immaturity but ends with a song.
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Chapter One: I Wanna Sex You Up
The first time he slushies her it is a Thursday morning and she's wearing a white button-down with a white vest underneath. He remembers because it was the reason he threw the cherry slushie over her: so he could see her boobs.
He did get to see them, and he still smirks at the memory. Rachel Berry has a great rack.
She doesn't wear white much anymore; he doesn't slushee her (Dude, he's so over that shit – he's dating her now; an' if you fucking ask again? with that look on your face; he'll pound you into the ground) but he figures it's habit, and she's nothing if not anal about all the little routines she has.
But when she does wear white he makes sure to sidle up to her by her locker, cherry slushee in hand as he hums along to the tune of I Wanna Sex You Up.
"My favorite is grape, Noah," she remarks at the sight of the drink in his outstretched hand.
"I know," he replies easily, the smirk lifting the side of his mouth.
She lifts her head and fits him with a tired look as she sighs. She eyes the cup in his hand as he offers it to her and says, "Then why have you bought me the cherry one?"
And the grin molds to his lips as if it has always belonged there, mischief dancing in his eyes, as he leans down and looks into her eyes, and answers, "Jus' take the drink, Berry. Or'd you rather I jus' tipped it over your head so I could get another look at those gorgeous tits of yours? You know, for old times sake."
Her mouth falls open in a gasp and she gives him that look that he can decode as meaning I am veryupset with you right now, Noah! with barely any effort. It's really hard to concentrate on that though, because she is hot when she gets all mad at him like this. Her lips snap together in that sexy pout that makes him want to catch it between his teeth, and her hands are clenched tightly by her sides; he'd rather they were fisted in his Mohawk, 'cos damn does it feel good when she runs her hands over it.
He's still lost in the world of things-I-wanna-do-to-Berry-while-she's-all-hot-an-bothered when she lifts up her arm as if to take the drink from him; except she's smiling at him now, which is all kinds of mental.
A minute later, and he knows he was dead-on about that glint in her eye meaning she was riding the crazy-train right outta there; except it's not really much use to him now since she just tipped the cherry slushie all over him.
She tilts her head to look him over, while he stands shivering in his wet t-shirt, mouth opening and closing the same way his little sister's fish does (he was bored, an it was sort of fun to drop dip in the tank and see if Nemo the clown-fish went all gaga over it).
And then she's smirking at him, like the exact same way he does, and it's sort of freaking him out, but it's also a huge turn-on to think he's gotten under her skin that much.
"That color looks good on you, Noah," she tells him, and then she turns on her heel and skips away.
Bitch.
.
She comes into the boys' bathroom just as he's taking his shirt off and dragging it across his face and up-and-over his shaved scalp.
He smirks at her in the mirror as she stands silently behind him, because he knew she couldn't stay away for long.
"I came to apologize," she tells him, sounding all prim and proper.
It makes him laugh.
"Whatever, Berry," he blows her off, and turns round to face her. He leans against the sink, hands over the rim, doesn't make a move to reach for his spare shirt; especially not now he's just seen her check him out. "We both know why you're really in here."
She does that thing that makes him wanna take her right there and then and ducks her head, biting her lip as she tries not to smile, her hands clasped together in front of her like she's nervous or some shit. Her fingers curl inwards and her fingernails scrape across the nape of his neck, and it's a fucking turn-on is what it is.
An' he thinks screw it, because if that's not an invitation, he doesn't know what is.
So he bends down and plants his mouth firmly on hers, tilting his head so she'll respond and grinning against her lips when she does and he hears her moan from deep in her throat. His hands are in her hair now, half-cupping her face, and she's practically swallowing his face she's so into it.
God, she's hot.
She drags a hand up and over his Mohawk and he pulls away with a gasp. He feels like such a pussy, because it feels so good, but then he sees her grinning at him, and she looks so wicked and damn if she's not like a present waiting to be torn apart.
All the shit going through his head is starting to freak him out a little, because fuck if she's somehow managed to get to him – and now of all fucking times.
"Say it," she demands, and she's breathless already.
"I wanna sex you up," his voice is low, and he knows he sounds sexy; because, duh, he's a stud, he knows these things.
She's on him again in an instant, except this time she uses the arms around his neck to jump up and attach herself to his front, her ankles crossing at the base of his spine. It has him slamming back against the tiled-wall and sure you'd think he's had enough experience to deal with a move like that without damn-near seeing stars; but seriously, what nobody seems to get is that Berry is a complete wildcat. Like she is the absolute picture of good girl on the outside, freak in the sack.
And the best part: she's all his.
"Noah?" he hears her ask, and he blinks and sees concern in her eyes.
He kisses her without thinking twice about it; his tongue sliding between her lips and slamming into hers until she's moaning again and he feels her lift herself up in his arms. Her moans are getting louder and he's barely touched her, and it's fucking hot.
She slides down and rubs herself flush against him; but there's like nothing to her skirt whereas he's stuck in jeans, and they're really starting to get uncomfortable now. Except she's a fucking tease and he sort of likes the punishment so he grabs her ass with both his hands and lifts her up again, before pushing her down hard against his crotch, releasing a low groan. Her fingers dig into his bare shoulders and she lets out a little gasp as she arches into him, her tits pressing hard against his chest.
It makes him think to hell with anything else and he shoves a hand up the front of her top. He uses the heel of his hand to push her bra out of the way and when he cups her breast, the rough pad of his thumb swipes over her nipple and she gasps again. It makes him grin against the base of her throat. He rubs her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she's panting as he latches his mouth tighter to the spot next to her collarbone, sucking hard.
He staggers forward then and spins them round so she's hits the edge of the sink and he nudges her legs apart further to settle himself between them. She yanks him down to her level, keeping a firm grip of the back of his neck as she kisses him; and it's like her fucking life depends on it the way she's virtually sucking his face off. He doesn't mind her sucking him off, but he'd rather she aimed lower.
It's like she's fucking psychic 'cos she moves her other hand from his shoulder, where he's pretty sure she's left scars, and slides it down his chest. She struggles to undo the button on his jeans, so he pulls his other hand from where it's buried in her hair to do it for her. She drags the zip down single-handedly and he's so fucking glad he went commando because she has his dick in her hand in a second and God! does she have amazing hands. It always makes him smirk 'cos they're these cute little things that you'd never think would be any good for anything; but she jacks him off like a pro an' he sure as Hell won't be questioning her skills when he's had her doing that.
She wraps her hand around his shaft and then her fingers are like gliding up and down his dick. He has both hands up her top, cupping her tits and rolling her nipples until she sucks in a sharp breath at his brutal assault on her rock hard peaks.
"Fuck," he releases, and she driving him crazy so he figures he'll return the favor and he bites down hard into her shoulder.
She arches up and her hand slips and he doesn't care if she didn't mean to do it, she has like this magic touch so she can do whatever the Hell she wants and he knows he'll be on fucking Cloud Nine or whatever. He drops his hands to her waist, lets them skim over her taut stomach before sweeping them across that fucking teasing slip of red she skips around in all day, to tightly grasp her thighs. His fingers dig into her skin and he reaches under her skirt to hook the digits on her panties, before yanking them down. She releases her hold on him and he pulls them clean off her legs; doesn't care that she's still got on her knee-high socks and those stupid shoes of hers, because he just runs his hands over the material, his hands molding to the shape of her legs as he does it.
"So fucking sexy," he breathes out as he admires her, and she is; she's fucking sexy, and she's all his, and it's awesome.
He cups her mound and finds her completely soaked. "And fuck, you're so wet."
He doesn't give her a chance to respond because his mouth is on hers and he's shoving two fingers deep inside her and swallowing her moan. When he flicks his fingers into a v, while still inside her, she arches against him, drawing her head backwards with an, "Oh, God, Noah."
He chuckles and pulls out his fingers, lifting them to his mouth and licking her juices as it drips down to his knuckles. Her eyes look foggy as she watches him and she reaches out to hook her hand behind his head and jerk his mouth towards hers.
"Inside me," she pants against the corner of his mouth, pulling away just enough to put some space between them and look up to meet his eyes again, as she tells him, "I want you inside me now."
She's using her no-nonsense voice, as if he needs to be told twice; or have that fantasy of her as a sexy-as-fuck librarian going through his head. He could swear she's trying to end him right now.
His mouth smashes into hers, one hand cupping the back of her head as he digs into his wallet for a condom, hands working blindly as her tongue battles against his own and she moans into his mouth. He knows it's her way of telling him to hurry the fuck up, and when he breaks the kiss, she reaches down and takes the wrapper from his grasp. She quickly tears the foil packet and rolls it into place, as his hands grab at her thighs and spread her legs wide. He lifts her up off the sink a little as she holds his dick. He grabs his cock from her tiny hand, stroking the head against her dripping entrance and she gasps loudly, before trying to close the distance between them by throwing her arms around his neck.
Her eyes are staring into him and he has one arm wrapped around her waist as he lifts her up so she can mount him. He plunges inside her and she cries out. She's so fucking tight, so fucking hot; and he tells her this. She's panting against him, telling him harder and deeper and they've barely hit their rhythm yet as his hips smack against her and her heels dig into his back. He staggers backwards and then takes two steps forward and slams her against the tiles, thrusting into her as she reaches a hand up and grips tightly onto the light above them. The fingers of her other hand are grasping his shoulder and she's practically begging him now as she cries out, "Deeper Noah!"
He slides out and then slams back into her again, plowing into her hard as she tries to match his movements with her own.
Her head hits the tiles and nearly clips the edge of the light and he slips a hand into her curls to take the brunt of the force he's the cause of. He hammers into her again, causing her to hiss a really loud yes!
"Noah!" she cries out and he can tell she's nearly at her peak.
The sounds she's making echo off the bathroom walls and mix with the low grunts that are coming from his mouth; she drives him wild, the crazy chick, and he's already so close himself. He reaches down with his free hand and slips his fingers over her clit, rubbing it hard, as he continues to nail her against the tiles, crushing his other hand behind her head.
Her walls start to clench tightly around him and his thrusts become harder, faster, and then she's screaming in his ear as she comes, crying out his name. He slams his hips up against her, harder than before, and then he's gone as well, his orgasm sending him shuddering into her tiny form.
"Fuck, Rachel!" he releases, his forehead resting against her shoulder as he breathes in her scent and takes a few moments to catch his breath.
He presses a kiss against the mark he made earlier, so red raw it makes him smirk with pride at his artwork, and he lifts his head to find her grinning lazily at him.
He shakes his head and rolls his eyes at her, "You'll do anything for a quick fuck, won't you?"
"My boy," she says and bites her lip; but her eyes are bright as she chastises him, "Always so crass."
He shifts them so they're by the sinks again, and drops her lightly on top of one. He pulls away, hands raking over her legs as he does so, and goes and gets rid of the used condom. When he comes back around the corner, pulling up his zip and buttoning up his jeans, she's smoothing down her skirt.
He lifts her panties from the floor and holds them out to her by his pinkie. Then he bends down and hooks them through her legs, tugging them upwards and placing a kiss to both of her inner thighs as he fits them back into place. He pulls back, lifting his head to meet her eyes and offer her his hand. She takes it and drops slowly from to the ground, taking a moment to plant her feet, hand still in his.
He smirks at her, "You're so fucking hot."
And he kisses her then, full on the mouth.
"Put your top on," she tells him at that and he laughs.
"Whatever you want, babe," he says to that, and she rolls her eyes.
He tugs on his spare t-shirt and he walks her out of the bathroom. She turns to give him her thank you for satisfying my needs, Noah eyes and plants a quick one on his lips before spinning round to make her way to her next class.
He laughs and slaps her on the ass. She turns around to fit him with a look that's meant to tell others she's sincerely offended, but really he knows it to mean she's turned on (again!).
"Thanks for the slushie," he smirks at her, amused, and says, "You make a good splatter effect."
She screams his name, and she really is absolutely scandalized now, so he ducks out of the way as her book comes flying in the direction of his head and saunters away laughing.
He's humming I Wanna Sex You Up when he buys his second slushie of the day, grape this time; it's her favorite.
TBC…
A/N: if that was horrendous all I can say is: that is why I don't write smut, and I apologise!
More parts to come, because apparently this song was not in the prompt lol
Thanks for reading, please let me know what you thought.
Steph
xxx