I'm All Alone and I Need You Now

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Rachel Berry has never in her life had heartburn. She's never eaten meat. She hasn't thrown up since she was 10 and she's never had a nosebleed, aside from that one time Finn elbowed her in the face.

Until the last two months, of course. When she found out she was pregnant. And turned into a completely different person, complete with nasuea, meat cravings (she's a vegan for Christ's sake!), heartburn and that nosebleed in the middle of biology. Right now, though? She can't even look at her ants on a log snack. That she's been thinking about since 3rd period. The sight of the celery and peanut butter makes her sick and she honestly wants to cry.

"Noah."

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Where Puck was unsure of Rachel's ability to stop talking until it came to sex, Rachel was never more convinced of Puck's eloquence as she was when it came to his dirty talk. She'd never been a fan of Neruda or Whitman or any of the more erotically toned poets, but sometimes the things that came out of her boyfriend's mouth...

Of course, his mouth is occupied right now. As is hers. Which is why her whimper is blocked against his lips when she lifts her hips and tilts her head back, hands sliding over his shoulders and across his chest.

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Sex with Rachel meant he could participate in dirty talk. Santana used to get mad when Puck opened his mouth to do anything other than kiss her or eat her out. Now that it was out in the open that she was a lesbian it actually made a lot more sense. He'd be lying if there wasn't a small part of him that wondered if she let Brittany talk during the sex. Probably. The point of that weird sexual rant is that he was allowed his dirty talk with Rachel. He was actually surprised when he learned that froggy sweater could hang with the best of them in that department. Super freak.

A whimper is very encouraging for Puckster. Down those lips went. He made his way over her collarbone and continued to make his way down south. His lips latched onto a nipple and his teeth scrapped over the sensitive skin.

His hand? Oh. His hand was busy dipping further into her panties. Only Rachel Berry wore cotton panties. He dug it. Kinda virginal. Nothing made Puck harder than the first night he got to "plant his flag" in Rachel Berry. What a flashback. A rough finger along her folds.

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Underwear should be, first and foremost, comfortable. And when you wear clothing as short as Rachel's, you have to go for the full coverage stuff anyway. And it seemed like Puck appreciated her more in her simpler stuff (or his stuff) than lingerie anyway, so she rarely wore it unless it was a special occasion or he specifically asked.

She groans, hands moving up to cup the back of his head as she rolls her hips to his fingers. Rachel always heard how good Noah was in bed, and while she always assumed that meant actual intercourse, she was pleasantly surprised to learn that it extended to his mouth and his fingers too.

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Dating a closeted lesbian kind of forced you to get good with your mouth and fingers. She did let him bust out little Puck sometimes, but it was a rare occasion. She always pretty content for some downstairs loving from his digits and his tongue. You could thank Satan for that particular skill. The others were responsible for his excellent rebound time.

One of the best parts of having sex with someone you've already knocked out? No condoms. Puck has never been a huge fan of the little bastards. Maybe that was why he was in this situation, but it felt epic to be able to not use them and not have to worry about knocking her up. She was already sporting his child.

Which reminded him.

His head lifted from her breast and he raised a brow up at her. "I'm not gonna poke it in the eye with my finger am I?" He was such a cautious little idiot. He was still not a hundred percent sure that he couldn't be hurting his kid in there.

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"Are you just going to come up with a new question every time we have sex for the next 5 months? You're seriously killing the mood." Rachel would sit down and talk about the baby for hours if you let her. Except for when she was trying to get a little bit of the Pucky-Puck. Then the baby was the last thing she wanted to talk about.

"Remember what the doctor said?" Because Rachel swears they ask the woman every time they go. "You're not gonna get anywhere near the baby."

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He couldn't help it. She wasn't the one sticking a rather blunt object inside of her. He tended to worry about poking a hole in their newly forming child's face. It was a natural fear, Rachel! He doesn't want their baby to have brain damage. It was clearly going to get Rachel's smarts, but he was just worried he might damage that with his penis. Or a finger. So logical.

That doctor was probably at the end of her rope with Puck. He asked her a new question about it every time they went. His first question was if baby doctors could identify a patient by their vag. She didn't even bother answering Puck. He was a little upset by that. He genuinely wanted to know.

"Got it, babe." He nodded up at her with a smirk. With what sounded like a small grown his head dropped and down he went. His hand removed itself from her panties and with the help of his other one he pulled them down. He got them off and tossed them over his shoulder onto his floor. His brow shot up and he winked. "Spread 'em, princess." His hot little Jewish American princess.

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"You say that every night. And yet." She teases, sitting up on her elbows as she watches him make his way down. Planting her feet on the mattress, she lifts her hips to let him tug her panties off, crossing her legs when they're gone.

He knows she loves it when he calls her Princess. He has to, for all the times he uses it when he wants something. But even through the visible shudder that rolls up her spine, she shakes her head "No", grinning. "Say please."

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He discovered her fondness to the name Princess when they were kids. It was right before they stopped hanging out. He had done something to make her mad. He was fairly certain it was right after he tipped Artie's wheelchair for the first time. He was ten years old. Artie had only been in it for two years. Rachel had gotten pretty pissed at him. Even at ten years old her vocabulary was well beyond his own. She was slinging words at him that he didn't understand. It was only after he called her Princess a few times and groveled that she agreed to be his friend again. Two years later the drifting happened.

She really can be a tease. She has the tendency to make Puck work for it sometimes. He doesn't mind because he knows that he always gets it in the end. Even Rachel Berry can't resist the Puckster for too long. She gets horny like any other teenage girl. "You're kind of a cock tease, Rach." He licked his lips and nodded. He lowered his head to kiss her hip bone. "Please." His voice was soft velvety.

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She reaches up, running a hand through his mohawk as he kisses her hip. "I'm obviously not too much of one." Obviously. Since her view of the top of your head is obscured by a slowly rounding belly. When he finally says please, though, she uncrosses her legs and lets her knees drop open against the mattress. "Better?"

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Giving into Puckerman is only natural. A lot of women have fallen prey to that doofy smile and fast fingers. You just happen to be the only one who he wanted to be with. She was the one that he wanted to actually do shit with that didn't always revolve around sex. Feel proud, Rachel Berry. You tamed Puckzilla. What an accomplishment.

He lifted his head and nodded. "Much." His head dropped to kiss the inside of her thigh. He worked his way up until his tongue was sliding in between her folds. "Though playing hard to get is gonna cost you." Hot air fanned out across her as he hovered. "Say please." Look what you've done.

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"Nngh...never." Rachel is pretty much the queen of hard to get. It's always a battle to see who breaks first, and usually, when they're like this, Rachel breaks first but she thinks she's allowed to when she's got Puck's tongue between her thighs. Anyone who says otherwise is a goddamn idiot.

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There was nothing like the sound of his girlfriend losing a little bit of that control she seemed to breathe. No one would ever guess the sounds that he could get Rachel Berry to make late into the night. He considered himself to be a goddamn magician with her.

"Never?" His head tilted and he slithered back down the bed until he dropped off it onto the floor. His feet planted and he stood at the foot with his knees almost touching the mattress. "All you gotta do is say one word, babe." His brows wiggled and he caught the elastic of his boxers and shoved them down. Show 'em what they're missing.

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"Make me." Rachel's not above playing dirty if Noah isn't. She plants her feet flat on the bed, spreading her thighs a little wider and dropping a hand down between them. Stroking the pad of her middle finger against her folds she arches up, eyes on him.

Rachel may have been a virgin when she and Puck started dating, but she knew exactly how to...play her own fiddle, so to speak.

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She really could play her own fiddle. She played it incredibly well. For a moment Puck abandoned what he was doing. He wasn't even certain what he was trying to accomplish anymore. All he knew was Rachel was really good at getting her way. His lips pursed and his head tilted as he watched. Fuck porn. Fuck it all. This was much better. Watching her. There was something a little more satisfying about watching your girlfriend do this than a stranger in a movie.

"Fuck." The word practically dripped from his lips as he watched her. His right hand curled into a fist and his brow shot up. It kept blinking in the back of his mind that he couldn't let her win, but with a secret weapon like that how could he resist? His left hand reached to brush over his very obvious erection. Fuck her. Actually he'd rather be fucking her.

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"Not yet." She grins a little, though it doesn't last for long when her eyes flutter closed. Her hips buck up, just once, unable to stay still when she presses back hard against her clit. Her free hand moves to push her hair out of her face, chest starting to heave.

She's not even looking at him anymore, two fingers in her folds now, spreading them open and dipping slightly into her entrance, spreading the moisture starting to bead there. "Oh..."

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He's not entirely sure his ears are working correctly. It's been two years and she still manages to make him stop in his tracks and take the time to just stare. He's going to assume that he's gotten pretty lucky in the relationship department. His girlfriend despite the swelling belly is the hottest thing he's seen in a long ass time. He's been with his fair share of women, but he's starting to get that mushy feeling in his gut. Sometimes he chalks it up to indigestion, but the Puckerone is completely boned. No one is gonna come close to Rachel Berry and that's not just because she's having his kid.

He blinked quickly when he heard her voice again. His knees bent and he was climbing onto the bed. He sank down to rest on them as he continued to watch her. "You're fuckin' hot, babe." Oh. Hello, words. Lovely of you to find your way to Puck.

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"Yeah?" It's a whimper, barely there, her toes brushing his thigh when she stretches one leg out, the digits curling and straightening without any say from Rachel at all. She's past teasing Puck at this point, breathing coming hard enough to hear now, practiced fingers playing easily along petal soft skin.

She slips her fingers down and up, gasping as they disappear into her pussy and her free hand grips at the pillow behind her bed.

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His jaw dropped just a little bit when her fingers slid inside of her. The sheen was obvious despite the lack of light. The only one on being the lamp on his desk. Light or not light he has front row tickets to the best show in town. He's the luckiest bastard right about now.

Part of him is content to watch the show and the other part wants to be apart of it. He can't quite figure out what part to listen to. His head lowered and his tongue ran along her hip bone slowly. One thing he had to hand to Rachel was her ability to have the softest skin. He made his way up her body until his lips latched onto her earlobe. He was careful not to disturb that very busy hand down below. "Damn, babe." His breath fanned out over her neck. "So fuckin' good, Rach." That's the only words he can seem to find right now.

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He's so close suddenly, and that only makes things worse. Her nerve endings are already on edge, but with him so close, his smell, his heat, they're singing so that every inch of her body feels like it's floating and straining out of her skin.

"Noah." She breathes against his ear, hips rolling steadily now to every stroke of her fingers. "Oh God...feels so good..."

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There was nothing sexier than hearing the woman carrying his child say his name like that. It was music to the teenage delinquent's ears. Out came an involuntary groan and he had to stop himself from grinding down. He did not in any way want to disrupt his girlfriend's dedicated hands. He actually looked forward to getting that second orgasm from her later on.

A thought popped into his head and a smile stretched out across his lips. She was thinking about him. That made the ego maniac in him go crazy. She was his. King of the jungle, baby. His teeth scrapped across the soft skin of her neck before he lifted his lips to whisper into her ear again. "Come on, baby. Harder." It was either that or a guttural noise.

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"Fuck." Her voice breaks halfway through, her free hand against his back moving to cup the back of his head, needing to have a grip on something. Needing some sort of anchor to keep from feeling like she was about to fly straight out of the atmosphere. She presses her lips against his neck to keep herself from screaming when she finds that buried bundle of nerves.

Her fingers clench against the back of his neck, nails digging into the skin there as her breathing picks up even more, becoming vaguely like sobs, noises that Noah would probably recognize as meaning she's getting close.

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He can still remember the first time he heard her curse in the sack. It was like hearing a dog talk or something. It was something you never saw coming or believed until it happened right in front of your eyes. He had to admit that it was also pretty damn hot. Getting Rachel Berry to just let go and drop some f-bombs was pretty fucking gnarly. Hearing it now sent a shiver down his spine. His freaky girl. It was freaky when you looked at her outer behavior.

The muscles in his neck tightened when her grip did. The thought of having those scraps there just from something as simple as this was pretty exciting. He could only imagine what he'd get when the real fun started. "What?" He panted. "What is it?" Tease.

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She feels like a violin string, wound tight and close to snapping in two with just the slightest provocation. "I'm gonna-..fuck, I'm so close..." She's all but bouncing on her fingers now, the bed rocking slightly as she moves, face still buried in his neck.

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No doubt if someone was home they'd be banging on his door right about now. Way to rock the bed, Berry. Normally he'd be upset that he wasn't participating, but honestly he's pretty turned on by his girlfriend's solo act. He's not sure why, but something has got his motor running. His erection is scraping against her thigh now. He's using every ounce of strength not to start dry-humping her just to get some friction. He has no desire to take any of the focus away from what she's busy doing.

His hand slid down her side to cup her hip. His lifted to grip the top of his wooden headboard. He held on tightly in an attempt to control his hips. If he could focus on that then he could make it until she finished. "Come for me, babe." His voice dropped below a whisper. "Come for me."

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Her grip on him just gets tighter until she arches up high off of the bed, heels sliding against the mattress as she starts to lose control of her muscles. And then she's gone, sobbing sobbing into the air, her nails digging into his skin as she comes. Honestly, she's completely ignorant of his erection right now, unable to do anything except breathe and moan.