[Glee Fic] Messages from No One (3/10?)
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.
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: Thanks again to everyone who read/reviewed to this story! I hope you enjoy reading the next instalment.
Previous: Part 1, Part 2
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Day One
[Let the sexy times begin.]
Rachel had spent her entire Sunday trying to mentally prepare herself for whatever Puck might try to throw at her. But she soon found that to be a lost cause; mainly because she couldn’t see why he would possibly be interested.
Yes, she was hot, and guys should totally want to tap ‘this’, but the truth of the matter was: they didn’t. They usually found her personality too abrasive and demanding; there was just no one bold enough to handle the ups and downs of loving an admittedly high-maintenance girl like herself.
Although...
Puck never said anything about loving. At least not ‘loving’ in the traditional sense.
That was just even more reason for Rachel to stay strong and rebut any of his attempts. This was all just another game for Puck, just another conquest, and she was sure that once she’d become another notch on his bedpost, he would simply move on to the next unsuspecting female. Puck already had quite the reputation, in fact, there was a rumor going around school that Danny Rodriguez had come home one afternoon to find Puck in bed with his mother, and she was at least thirty-something years older than him. He could get any girl he wanted, use them and then leave them aside for the next pair of breasts that walked by.
So there really was no point for Rachel to get involved with a sexual deviant like that.
That was the sound, logical part of her brain talking. She tried as hard as she could from letting the other side of her brain say its piece; the part that told her that if the other rumors were also true, she wouldn’t mind so much being just another ‘notch’. It’s not like she had romantic feelings towards the boy. All attraction she had was purely physical.
But No.
Rachel wouldn’t let the hormone-driven devil on her shoulder rationally convince her that sleeping with Puck was a good idea. No matter how tempting.
She desperately needed some way to protect against his advances, and had seriously contemplated researching about those old chastity belts. One of the wrought iron ones with large metal locks they used to chain on girls during the medieval days to protect their virtue; but even she knew that would be a ridiculous route to go down.
Besides, knowing Puck, he would probably be an expert locksmith anyway.
So, there really was nothing that she could do except endure and remain resistant against any of the methods Puck might employ against her.
Well, nothing she could do but that and…
Hide.
After she received her first note that morning, she had promptly turned off her phone, gathered all the books she needed from her locker, and spent her entire morning darting the halls and peaking around corners.
Avoidance was the key in her master plan, and with any luck, she’d be able to make it through most of the week without seeing his overconfident face.
And luck seemed to be on her side already.
So far, whenever she saw the crest of his Mohawk above the crowd, Rachel had managed to duck down and make a mad dash for the nearest corner. For once in her life, her short stature became an advantage instead of a hindrance.
There was also no sign of Puck during her fourth period Maths class, which was the only class they shared on Mondays, and when lunch rolled around afterwards, she spent the entire time hanging around a place he would never think to look for her.
The Cheerios practice field.
Rachel had to congratulate herself on that particular stroke of genius because her current animosity with the cheerleaders was a well known fact to all those in Glee.
After, as she made her way to class while internally celebrating her successful avoidance of her Mohawk foe, a hand suddenly shot out of nowhere and pulled her into a darkened supply closet.
“What-” do you think you are doing? She tried to reprimand her assailant, but a large hand was quickly clasped over her mouth.
It should have been a very unnerving experience to find herself standing in a dark room with a mysterious someone, but he wasn’t that much of a mystery. Even if her senses hadn’t caught the scent of his familiar aftershave or recognized the tingling sensation of his calloused fingertips, she still would have known it was him.
She opened her mouth speak, but her words were once again muffled.
He laughed softly in her ear, and it was then that his very close proximity was brought to her attention. She tried to take a step back as the now familiar fog threatened to cloud her mind, but she barely moved an inch before her back was pressed up against the wall.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl Berry.” His deep, almost melodic, voice sounded as his warm breath tickled the hairs on her neck. The hand covering her mouth moved down the trail the curve of her neck, while the other settled itself on her hip.
“I…” She tried to reply, but her voice sounded a lot breathier than intended. She cleared her throat before trying again. “I haven’t the fainted idea what you are talking about Noah.” Thankfully, her voice came out clearer and stronger this time. She moved her hands up to his chest, once again failing to ignore the defined tone of his pectoral muscles. “Now if you would please remove your hands from my person so I can get to class.” She continued as she forced herself to push him away.
To her amazement (and slight disappointment) he complied.
Well, he removed his hands. But his face inched even closer as he took the lobe of her ear between his teeth and bit down gently.
“What…” She mentally cringed as the breathlessness returned and her eyelids fluttered closed. “What are you doing?”
She felt his lips form a smile against her skin as they travelled from the base of her left ear down her neck. “You said no hands, Berry.” He paused to gently nibble on her pulse point. “You never said anything about lips, or…” His fingers moved up to her right shoulder, sliding down the curve of her breast. “Fingertips.”
She wanted to say that the fingertips were essentially a part of the hand, but the communication lines between her brain and her mouth seemed to have ceased. She let out a small gasp as his thumb circled her nipple through her clothing, his mouth trailing kisses across the front of her neck dipping down slightly to the valley of her breasts before ascending to settle on the right side of her neck.
When she let out a low moan as his lips begun tenderly sucking her skin, he took this as a cue move ahead.
His other hand came up to settle on her left hip once more, but barely a moment passed before his fingertips began to slowly untuck her shirt. His fingers trailed up against her skin, the calloused tips burning a pathway along her skin.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl,” He repeated as he cupped her breast before tracing the outline of her bra, the sensation causing her to shiver involuntarily.
“I… I have?”
“You’ve been avoiding me.” He stated as his other hand moved from circling her nipple to her back sliding its way up underneath her shirt as well.
“I have.” She repeated breathily, without the questioning inflection.
“You weren’t supposed to do that,” He continued as she felt her bra loosen around her shoulders. She released a small cry as his hand deftly slipped underneath the fabric to gently flick her hardened nipple.
Her body was on fire. She vaguely registered the bell signaling the beginning of the next period, but the tantalizing sensation of his roughened fingertips moving up and down her soft skin was enough to wipe all thoughts from her mind.
“You never said…” She replied through clenched teeth as she tried not to moan.
“True,” He whispered against her skin. “So I guess I’ll let it slide.” The fingers on her back slid down her spine as spoke, causing another gasp to escape her lips as she arched herself forward into his other awaiting hand.
His thumb circled her left nipple once more before his hands simultaneously moved, switching their positions, now paying attention to her other breast as his left hand moved down her back to lightly cup her behind.
His lips moved up from the base of her neck and begun to leave fluttering kisses along her jaw line before again settling on the left side of her neck.
“Are you ready Berry?” His voice was hoarse with desire.
“Hmm?” Her brain was no longer registering anything but the feel on his left hand slipping under her skirt to finger the edge of her panties.
“Are you ready to give in?”
She moaned in response as his left hand maneuvered to her front before trailing a path up and down her inner thighs.
“Just tell me you want me.”
Somehow, and she’s not really sure how, she was able to shake her head, denying him what they both sorely wanted.
“No?” He asked as his fingers inched closer to her centre. “Why not, Berry?” She let out a groan of disappointment when his fingers moved away once more. “Don’t you know how much I want you?” She shook her head again as his other hand moved down from her breast to cup her bottom before moving down to grip her thighs. “Don’t you know how hot you make me?” He pressed in erection into her as he used his hands to slightly spread her legs, settling himself between them. “Just tell me.” He pleaded as his hand moved back up to swipe a thumb over her nipple once more. “Just tell me so I can spend hours memorizing every inch of your smokin’ hot body.” His left hand once again moved closer to her core. “Starting with your…” She released a loud moan as he cupped her mound through her damp panties, not caring if anyone heard her. “Please Berry.”
Rachel couldn’t believe she was so turned on by his touch, her entire body humming as his agile fingers worked their way over her skin. It never felt anywhere near this good when she touched herself. Her hands were fanned out against the wall as she pressed her upper half into it, trying desperately to steady herself as lower half ground against his hand.
“I…” She whispered trying to form the words.
“Yes?” He whispered back, his hand moving to once again trace the outline of her underwear.
“I…” Her hands were frantically moving against the wall for something to hold on to as her legs threatened to fall out from under her. “I…” Her left hand finally landed on something round and protruding out of an adjacent wall.
A door knob! Her brain faculties returned suddenly.
“I have to go…” She said breathily as her hand twisted and maneuvered her body out of his grasp. Grabbing the handle of her mini-suitcase, she ran down the empty hallway to the nearest bathroom before anyone could catch a glimpse of her disheveled appearance.
Once inside, she studied herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her hair mussed, and her bottom lip had a pronounced dent from her effort not to moan, while she could clearly see the outline of her loosely hanging bra through her crumpled shirt.
She hid herself in one of the stalls as she corrected her appearance, afraid if anyone walked in they would be able to guess the inappropriate behavior she’d just been engaged in. She kept herself locked in the small bathroom stall for the remainder of the hour, not being able to risk going back out into an empty hall to meet his smirking face. A part of her was surprised he hadn’t simply followed her in, but she was grateful that he hadn’t.
Honestly, she had been moments away from completely surrendering to his advances. She was utterly baffled by her ability to walk (run) away, but somehow she had managed it. It gave her hope that maybe; just maybe, she’d be able to withstand his tactics.
When the bell finally rung to signal the end of class, she rushed out into the throng of students, but when she noticed his intense gaze following her every movement, she realized there was no way she could chance being alone with him again. She followed the crowd of students as she watched him approach, and she was more than thankful that her next History class was nearby as she quickly entered and took her seat.
She watched him scowl at Mr. Grayson as he asked Puck why he was there, and smiled inwardly as he was sent away.
Once the final bell rang at the end of the day, she had continued walking down the centre of the hallways, a safe distance away from any adjoining doors, until she reached her car. She didn’t stop moving until she found herself safely locked in her bedroom.
It wasn’t until later that night during her nightly ritual as she prepared for bed, that she realized her phone was still off. She swiftly turned it on to find she had no fewer than 37 messages waiting for her, the most recent of which read:
*Nicely played Sexy. I can’t wait ‘till day two.
Part 4