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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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?"

[likeasexshark.livejournal.com]

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..."

[likeasexshark.livejournal.com]

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..."

[likeasexshark.livejournal.com]

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.

[likeasexshark.livejournal.com]

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.

[likeasexshark.livejournal.com]

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.

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There she went. His breathing got heavy just listening to her unravel underneath him. It's probably his favorite sound. The airs on the back of his neck are standing up and his grip on her hip seemed to tighten. He lifted his head from her neck, but stayed close. His eyes focused on her face and a smile tugged at his lips. That was hot. Really hot. The way her lips curled was enough to make Puck wanna take her right then. He'd hold off though. A little recovery time never hurt anyone.

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"Oh God." It's almost a sob when she finally does start to come down, her hand dropping to press against his chest as she tries to catch her breath. It's kind of hard whenever any breath she takes comes in and goes out shaky. Her whole body is still shaking, really, but she doesn't seem at all concerned.

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Almost instinctively he lowered his head and kissed the soft spot just behind her earlobe. "I got you, babe." He lifted his head and found her lips for a rather deep kiss. Not exactly helpful in the letting her breathe department, but honestly he can't resist. He broke the kiss after a moment and smiled down at her. "You were so fuckin' hot, Rach." He licked his lips. His eyes were practically fucking twinkling from that display.

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She can't help it, really. It's just when he says stuff like that, it-...basically, she's not at all in control of the little moan that breaks free of her lips against his, grip on his going tight again.

"'M still hot..." If you catch her drift. "So hot. All over..."

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It was little moments like this that he felt so damn proud. He truly Puckasaurus. Hear him fucking roar.

"You're hot huh?" He's suddenly pretty damn happy he still has control of his speech. "Whatcha wanna do about that?" He didn't bother to look away or to whisper it. He did however lean down to suck on the pressure point on her neck. His tongue ran soft circles over the skin as he worked.

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"Please."

Can you hear the cracking, Puckerman?

[likeasexshark.livejournal.com]

There it is. You are a winner, Rachel. Hell, they're both winners tonight. You said please. That was all Puckerman wanted. And now the real fun begins.

His head lifted from her neck and he looked down at her. His hand removed itself from gripping the headboard and snaked between their bodies. One hand wrapped around the base of his cock and he lifted his hips a little. His entrance was slow and agonizing, but ultimately he buried himself completely in her after a moment. "So wet, babe."

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She doesn't much care that one hand is wet with her juices, both palms pressing flat to his back as he fills her. It's hard to describe, honestly, how it feels when he finally bottoms out, like he's filling all of her, like there's not enough room inside for her lungs to expand anymore. All that comes out, of course, is a broken little whimper. "Ah...'