[Glee Fic] Messages from No One (2/10?)
Title: Messages from No One
Rating: R
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Warnings: Mostly dirty talk. Mild smut (kinda)
Summary: Rachel has a secret admirer.
Part 1
A/N: Originally concieved as a response to prompt from the glee_kink_meme. “Rachel has a secret admirer who leaves her notes and tokens of affection in places where she'll find them (in her locker, her bag, etc.) but can't figure out who it is, especially since they seem to know her so well. Extra special hugs if some of the 'notes' are sexual in nature but prim and proper Rachel totally secretly loves them. Dirty talk, abounds!”
A/N2: Okay, so I ‘blame’ everyone who asked for a sequel for the development of this story. lol. I sat down to write the second part of ‘Messages to No One’, and instead my muse came up with this. So, what started off as a one-shot, has now evolved into a short series. And even though this already technically has a sequel to it, I couldn't resist. This will probably be ten chapters in total, and hopefully I’ll be able to post a new one every one or two days. \
A/N3: Oops. I just realised I haven't posted 'Messages to No One' here on LJ yet cause I wanted to wait until I finished this story. If you're curious, check it out on FF.net here. It's a sequel I wrote before continuing this story, but it can be read as a stand alone story. Otherwise, I'll post it here once this story is done. =D
Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy!
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*Hey Sexy, wanna come out and play?*
Rachel had been dutifully completing her calculus homework when her phone screen lit up on the table beside her.
Argh.
It seemed like it was Noah Puckerman’s mission in life to drive her totally and completely crazy.
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He had shown up at her house the previous night ready and waiting for action, and even though she had felt a shiver of exhilaration course through her entire body at the sight of his oh-so-charming smirk and the sound of his smooth seductive voice, she had proceeded to slam the door in his face.
It took her a minute or two to calm herself down, but once she did, she reopened the front door to find his eyes dancing with laughter.
“What are you doing here, Noah?” She asked in the most annoyed and disapproving voice she could muster.
“Hopefully you, Sexy.” He answered in the same sultry voice. Rachel narrowed her eyes at him, ignoring the fluttering inside her stomach. “I’ve come to fulfil my promise.”
Somehow, and only god knows how, she managed to keep her expression completely neutral as he stepped forward placing his body inches from hers. She had to physically keep herself from shuddering at his close proximity; the heat radiating from his body imprinting against her own, causing her indifferent demeanour to waver.
Mentally shaking away the sexually-induced fog that had settled in her brain, she forced herself to remember the hurt and anger she had felt upstairs just moments ago. Who did he think he was?
“And what promise is that exactly?” She asked icily.
He laughed softly and his warm breath fanned against her face. “The promise to rock your world, of course.” He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “I’ll help you see those gold stars you’re always so desperate to see.”
She almost gave in right then and there. His teasing tone, his tantalizing allusions; it was almost too much for her to handle.
Almost.
Gathering her strength, Rachel forcefully pushed Puck away so that he was no longer standing in the doorway to her house. “I’m sorry, but I’ve already personally seen to my problem, with very rewarding and satisfactory results. I will no longer be needing your services.”
She proceeded to close the door in his face one more time.
“Aw, come on Berry.” His voice sounded clearly through the door. “Don’t be like that baby.”
Rachel leaned her back against the door and listened to his words, her resolve melting away by the second.
No, she was Rachel Berry. Not some toy for Puck’s sexual fantasies. She would remain strong.
A short while later, she released a huge sigh of relief when she heard Puck head back to his car and drive away. She honestly couldn’t believe that she hadn’t thrown the door open and dragged him up to her bedroom, but she was nothing if not determined.
Now she was safe. And things could return to the status quo.
At least that’s what she thought.
She eventually made her way back up to her room, her face beaming with pride at her self control. However, her smile faltered when she saw the blinking phone sitting on her bedside table.
*You can’t resist me forever Sexy. I know you want me. I’ll have you writhing beneath my tongue in no time.*
Rachel had tried to go to bed soon after, but instead of a faceless stranger, her dreams were now haunted by Puck’s smirking face as she ran her fingers through his Mohawk, his mouth wreaking the havoc he had so willingly promised.
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*Good morning sunshine! Do you like cream with your coffee?*
She had awoken that morning to an uncharacteristically sweet and normal text from Puck, and she had just been thinking that maybe she’d been a bit hasty the night before when her phone vibrated again.
*Because I’d be happy to help you cream this morning.*
The double entendre was completely lost on her, but she didn’t need to look it up to know that it meant something dirty. She squirmed as she sat there debating what to do.
Eventually, she chose to ignore it, because surely he’d get bored when she didn’t respond. Right?
Wrong.
All day he’d been sending her teasing ‘sexts’ (she’d heard Santana calling them that once). Some cruder than others, and some more graphic than others, and some she barely even understood; but on the whole they’d all had their intended effect, because now Rachel was sitting on the edge of her seat, trying desperately to ignore the intense pulsing between her thighs, while attempting to get through her calculus homework.
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Rachel padded her way across her bedroom and peeked out her window, and sure enough, Puck’s beat up old truck was parked outside her house, while he casually leant against it staring up at her house.
Her phone vibrated in her hand once more, and she could see his lips twist into a smirk as he gave her a teasing wave.
*Or I’d love come inside...you*
That was it! She’d had enough of this childishness! She stormed downstairs and out the door. He continued leaning lazily against the door of his truck as he watched her stomping towards him, his shit-eating grin never leaving his face.
“Whoa Berry, I’d never have pegged you as an exhibitionist.” He drawled as she approached, but she completely ignored him. “But I’d be more than happy to start round one out here.”
“What in the world are you trying to achieve here Noah Puckerman?" She demanded angrily. "Because if it is to drive me insane, you’ve more than succeeded! So, can you now please vacate the premises and leave me alone!”
In truth, she wasn’t actually that angry with him. She was angrier at herself for letting his texts get to her. She’d still feel an excited thrill every time her phone lit up, and she was trying desperately not to let his presence affect her.
Too late.
She could feel the heat rising from her core and spread through her entire body as she took in his appearance. The clothes he was wearing weren’t anything out of the ordinary. No, it was what was under them that had her heart pounding in her chest. His denim jeans hung loosely on his hips, while his tight-but-not-too-tight white t-shirt seemed to cling to his chiselled torso and showing off his bulging biceps.
Whoa. Did Puck always look this enticing? She asked herself as her eyes widened in awe. Were those muscles always there?
She watched his form move as he leant in closely, his breath whisper light against her ear; her eyes fluttered closed as he spoke.
“See something you like Berry? Because I definitely see something I like.” He lifted his hands and hooked his fingers on her the belt of her skirt, pulling her body flush against his, causing a small gasp to escape her lips. “Come on. Put us both out of our misery. We both know what your plan is once I ‘vacate’, and I promise it’ll be infinitely better if you’re riding my fingers instead of your own. Please Berry, let me play with you.”
Rachel’s focus snapped back from the haze once more at his choice of words. “I am not a game Noah.” She said forcefully while pushing herself away, trying to ignore the feel of his firm chest beneath her fingertips. “Now, if you would kindly leave, I can get back to more important things than your raging hormones.”
She tried to turn around to leave, but his fingers were still securely looped through her belt. “Why are you trying to fight this, baby?” He asked as he pulled her forward once more. “You know you can’t resist me.”
“I’ll have you know Noah, that I, unlike you, am not a slave to the chemical and electrical signals firing within my brain.” She replied, trying to sound indignant. “Either that, or you’re just not as seductive as you think you are.”
It didn’t seem possible, and yet somehow the smirk gracing his face grew even wider before he spoke, his voice dripping with confidence. “Wanna bet?”
“I...” She hesitated. How was she supposed to respond to that? “I don’t understand.”
“Let’s see,” He began, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss against her neck. “Give me two weeks to prove to you that you’re just as affected by me, as I am by you.” As if to prove his point he pulled her lower half even closer, causing her abdomen to connect with his (apparently straining) erection. She forced herself to stifle her gasp as she felt the rigidness of his member through their clothing.
Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to regain the ability to form normal words. But apparently she couldn’t. “One.” She breathed out as his mouth began sucking on her pulse point. “One week.”
“Okay, one week.” He agreed as he leant back to face her. “If I can get you to admit that you want me in one week, then you’ll let me rock your world.”
“And if I win?”
He gave her a devilish grin. “If you win, I promise to rock your world.”
“No,” She shook her head as he raised an eyebrow at her. “If I win, you have to admit in front of the entire school that you are not the self-proclaimed ‘stud’ that everyone has been led to believe.”
He chuckled at her before replying. “Okay Berry. Deal.”
He leant forward once more, kissing a trail up from her collar bone to the bottom of her ear before once again settling on her pulse point.
“What are you doing?” She asked as her eyes struggled to stay open.
“Just giving you a taste of what’s to come.” He released one of his hands from her waist, slowly moving it down her thigh as he slipped one of his legs between hers, and to her horror, she subconsciously pressed her crotch closer, trying to relieve the ache that had begun settle there. “Unless...” He whispered, his hand slowly gathering up the fabric of her already short skirt. “...you wanna end this now.”
She held her breath as his fingers skimmed over her skin, crawling closer to the edge of panties.
“I...” She tried to speak again, but failed.
“Just say it Berry, and I can give you what you want.” His fingers traced along the outline of her underwear. "What we want."
“I...”
He had just slipped a finger underneath the outer edge, when suddenly a loud crash sounded behind them, bringing her out of her trance.
She jumped back and turned to see Mrs. Clumpsky giving them both a cold, calculating stare.
Her surroundings and what they had almost done came rushing to the forefront of Rachel’s mind. Oh my god. She buried her face in her hands as she felt the blush rise on her cheeks.
“I can’t believe you!” She said angrily, though it came out muffled, causing him to laugh at her. “This isn’t funny, Noah Puckerman. Do you realise what we almost did? What my neighbour almost caught us doing?” They both watched as Mrs. Clumpsky scurried back inside her house.
His face broke into a wide grin. “Don’t worry, she’s either jealous that she ain’t gettin’ any, or she’s rushed off because it got her hot.”
She scrunched her face in disgust. “Why must you say such vulgar things? I don’t exactly want to picture her doing ... things.”
His laughter grew louder as she spun on her heel and stomped back to her house, but she could still hear Puck as he called after her.
“So starting Monday then?” He asked.
Without turning around, she waved her hand in acquiescence and slammed her door shut. She stayed there with her back pressed against the door until she heard his truck rumble to life and drive off.
What have I gotten myself into?
If it weren’t for Mrs. Clumpsky and her penchant for nosiness, Rachel wouldn’t have even lasted a day, hell forget that, she wouldn’t have lasted an hour. She had a sinking feeling that starting Monday, this was going to be one of the longest weeks of her life.
She sunk to the floor as her phone vibrated once again. She groaned once she read the message.
*I’m looking forward to it...Sexy.*
Part 3