the worst boy

@fuckermannoahh

the biggest badass

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ms-berry:

You would know.

Would I? I don’t think so.

ms-berry:

Shut up.

Guess it’s like you said, “never been upgraded on.”

ms-berry:

Want to fight girls who look at you.

I’m sure your boyfriend appreciates that a lot.

ms-berry:

I still do.

...what are you talking about?

ms-berry:

I do not!

Do too. Do you know how many times I had to carry you out of parties because you said you wanted to fight someone for looking at me?

ms-berry:

What’s funny?

You are. You start drinking your wine and you turn into a whole other person.

ms-berry:

And?

And nothing. I just think it’s funny.

ms-berry:

Don’t worry about it.

I’m guessing about a bottle of wine.

ms-berry:

Apologize

She was thankful for the change of pace. Everything had been very hot and heavy since he got here, not that she had any problem with it. Their sex life had always been on the hotter and heavier side, but their gentle moments had a special place in her heart. Everyone knew him as the guy with the tough exterior, the guy who never let anyone in. It was easy for people to assume that that attitude carried over to the bedroom. But he had a very different side - a side that he used to specifically reserved for her. She didn’t really know if that was still the case (six years was a very long time), but she was going to take advantage of it. Especially if he was offering it. “I missed you more than you probably know,” she said softly, her arms moving to wrap around him. Having him this close again felt like an enormous weight was being lifted off of her shoulders. It was like she could finally breathe again. “Life doesn’t feel real when you’re not here. It’s been … so hard without you.” She fully intended for him to be a part of her life by this point. Six years ago, she thought that the two of them would have been married, have a house, and have a family by now. Boy, she couldn’t have been more wrong. Thoughts about what they could have been were quickly moved from her mind once he was talking about fucking her again. “Noah,” she gasped, her hand gripping his bicep tightly - which were noticeably bigger and harder. How was it possible that he had gotten even hotter!?! “I need - fuck. Please.” She knew that he was driving himself just as crazy as he was making her so … what the point?! As much as she wanted to be frustrated with him, what he was doing felt amazing.

That didn’t stop her from being thankful he decided he was done teasing her. He always knew the perfect balance between just enough and too much. Right now, however, things were a little different. It hadn’t just been six years since she’d last had sex with him. It had been six years she last had sex at all. To say she was very much ready for him to fuck her was an understatement. She was fully expecting him to just slide in like he used to, so it took her aback a little that he had even mentioned wearing a condom. That had never been a discussion in their relationship. Well, it briefly came up before their first time. She had always been on birth control, so she never really had an issue with it. It helped that she trusted him - maybe a little too much - but the two of them had never had a problem. He was the one that hadn’t had as much success with that method. Not that Jack was a problem or anything of the sort; he just threw a little bit of a wrench into their situation. That was something for another time, though. There were more important things happening. Like, you know, what was likely going to be the best sex of her life. Of course they were still good. Despite all of the time they had spent apart, he was still her Noah. That was never going to go away. She didn’t know what was going to happen after tonight. There were too many variables - her boyfriend, his son, and the six years they’d spent apart - to try to figure that one out right now. All she could really do was let herself enjoy the night with the man that she still very much loved.

Instead of answering him, she wrapped her other leg around his waist and tried to pull him in deeper. “We’re always going to be good, baby,” she whispered. If anything, him wanting to do this how they used to be gave her a little silver lining. It didn’t matter how many years they spent apart; it was always going to feel like coming home when they were together. As hard as she tried to fill the void that leaving him left, she had never been successful. She was stubborn, though, and had tried a million different things to occupy her mind. None of them worked. She still had the persistent thought in the back of her mind that she had made a huge mistake. Everything that was going on between them could have been settled with a simple conversation. Sometimes she wanted to laugh. It was fitting, if she was being honest. The two of them were the most stubborn people in the world. Of course their relationship ended because they couldn’t talk to each other! But he had found a way back into her life. That had to mean something, right? “Noah,” she whispered, one of her hands moving to cup his cheek softly. How was it possible that he still was able to make her feel all the butterflies? They had been together - well, not really for the past few years but she still thought about him every day so it counted! - for so long. He wasn’t supposed to make her feel like he did all those years ago. “Can you hold my hand? Please?”

Being with Rachel again was, simultaneously, both everything and nothing like Puck thought it would be. Right now, just the two of them, with everything else set aside, it was exactly how he’d thought it would be since he saw her walking out their door. But there was still the lingering issue of his son (Jack wasn’t an issue to him, of course, but it was undeniably a hurdle for their relationship to get through), the initial problems that had broken them up, and them figuring out who the other one was now, years later. He didn’t wanna think about that. He didn’t wanna think about anything other than Rachel. Which wasn't hard to do at all when she was wrapping her legs around him and confirming that they were still good and trying to pull him forward. It was easy to think that it’d be okay in that moment. Only part of that was mostly just the (probably stupid) hope that that was true. He stilled when she whispered his name. No small feat, considering he was halfway through sliding inside of her. Fuck, that was torture. “Yeah, baby?” he managed to grunt out. Her request threw him completely off guard. Rachel had always been...the softer one, out of the two of them, but he hadn’t been expecting her to treat him like she was. “Yeah. I can do that.” He gave her a soft smile and a quick peck before reaching for both of her hands and pinning them above her head. Their fingers naturally threaded together and Puck had to fight the urge to do something stupid, like, you know, telling her that he still loved her. Because he did. He’d never stopped loving her, really. He wasn’t sure what was more overwhelming. Slowly pushing inside of her and giving her the time needed to readjust to his size, or holding her hands and staring straight into her eyes. It was a pretty even tie. Only her. Only Rachel could have that effect on him.

His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. He was honestly surprised that she couldn’t feel it, it was pounding so hard. God, he needed to kiss her. He needed to kiss her and he needed to move and he needed to touch her, and he just needed...her. “Baby,” he moaned, “fuck, I missed this. You feel so good. Shit. So good.” Puck was close to babbling, but he didn’t care. He was basically losing his fucking mind being inside of her again. His imagination, 100%, fell short of how good having Rachel wrapped around his cock felt. His memory didn’t hold a candle to the real thing. It wasn’t even close. His eyes slammed shut once his hips snapped forward and were flush against the back of her thighs; finally, he was fully inside of her. “Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath. “You...fuck. I missed your pussy. It’s a fucking crime to not be inside of you.” He peppered kisses all along her neck and jaw, then pressed his lips to hers. “I need to move, baby. You okay?” Rachel was starting to squirm a bit underneath him and rock her hips against his, so he took that as confirmation. This was one of Rachel’s favorite ways for him to fuck her. Making it good was important. Besides, he refused to let their first time in years be anything short of amazing. That just wasn’t happening. He rocked his hips forward, in time with hers, and it was just super convenient that fucking her this way easily let him grind into her clit, giving her extra stimulation. He felt her walls clenching around his cock and really set things into motion for him. He could only do the soft and slow thing for so long before the need to fuck her took over. While, what he really wanted was to turn her over onto her stomach and really take her and claim her as his over and over again, this would do for now.

His grip on her hands tightened as his pace sped up, and he pulled out almost entirely, just to slam back inside of her. She was so fucking tight and wet around his cock that he could barely contain himself. Rachel, apparently, felt the same way. She’d never been quiet when it came to sex and she was certainly delivering tonight. There was a distinct possibility of there being a noise complaint, but he didn’t care enough to quiet her down or change anything. Nor would he. He never had before. It was always an ego trip for him that he’d made such a mess of her that all she could do was moan and say his name. Best feeling in the world. “Rachel,” he panted, giving her a couple of shallow thrusts, “you’re so fucking tight, baby. Feels so good.” He tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth and ground into her clit some more to give her extra friction. Puck wasn’t exactly as proud of his reputation for sleeping around as he used to be, but he’d be lying if he said all the tips and tricks he’d learned over the years wasn’t valuable information. It gave him the ability to easily read Rachel’s reactions, even the most minute ones, down to the way her eyebrows scrunched together when he bottomed out inside of her and the head of his cock brushed against her g-spot. Bingo. Puck untangled one of his hands from hers and kissed the disappointment off of her face. “Don’t worry. I’m not letting go,” he reassured, bringing their still joined hands to his lips and pressing kisses to her knuckles. “Not again.” Romantic moment over. Because his next course of action was to hold Rachel’s leg up, and over his shoulder, to let him go deeper and fully hit her g-spot. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Gorgeous,” he ground out, punctuating his words with a particularly hard and deep thrust. “Mine. Mine, mine, mine. You’re mine. Always.” He was definitely starting to lose himself in the feeling of fucking her. So he bit down on her shoulder to help calm himself down and gain back some of his control. Well, as much control as he could have when he was balls deep in Rachel Berry’s pussy. (Which, honestly, wasn’t a lot. A testament to how fucking amazing she felt.) “Don’t plan on going to sleep after this,” he whispered, licking along the shell of her ear. “Gonna fuck you all night, until we both pass out.”

Apologize

ms-berry‌:

Obviously she was being pushy. At the moment, there was nothing she wanted more than for him to fuck her. There had been many nights that she’d stayed up and tried to remember exactly what it felt like to be with him. She knew that they were going to get there - no way she was letting him leave without it - but she really didn’t want to wait. If her kindergarteners were taken out of the equation, patience wasn’t something she was very good at. Bring Noah and his cock into the discussion … it was hopeless. She was putty in his hands and he knew it - which wasn’t a horrible thing in most cases. He always knew exactly what to do to make her feel good. Sometimes he even knew what she wanted and what she liked before she did. Having a man like that was something that was really rare, she knew that. It made her feel that much more stupid for doing what she did. If they would have just had a discussion, maybe things between them would have gotten better. Maybe they wouldn’t have ended up in a situation like they were in now. “I know you’re good for it,” she whispered, “I just want it. So badly.” That was that because he was back to giving some much needed attention to her ass. Yeah, she had really missed someone admiring it like he did. While she knew that it was one of her best assets, no one made her believe that more than he did. Her hands fisted in the sheets as his mouth returned to her soaked pussy. “Baby,” she moaned breathlessly. “So good. You … mm.” She didn’t know where she was going with that. All she knew was that his mouth felt insanely good against her. The strong desire she had to cum had been satisfied, so she was just letting herself enjoy his tongue on her.

She was proud of him for holding out as long as he had. He had never been all that great at controlling himself around her, especially when she was on all fours like she was now. This had to be a record for how long they went without his cock being in her. There was really nothing else she could do but moan and grind against his tongue. She wasn’t asking for more, exactly. All it was was habit and appreciation for what he was doing to her. Their relationship status may have been a little confusing - yeah, she had a boyfriend but had currently forgotten all about him - he still knew exactly what to do to her to make her moan. He was just incredible. “Noah,” she cried out, her back arching a little more as she writhed under his minstrations, “fuck, your mouth. I’m so wet for you, baby.” She didn’t really know how it was possible, but she could feel herself get even more wet for him. Despite the repeated actions against her sensitive clit, she knew he wasn’t trying to make her cum. There were distinct things he did when he was trying to make her cum versus when he was just tasting her for his own enjoyment. Not that there was anything wrong with him just aimlessly licking at her pussy. It still felt good and was still giving her what she was craving. Him. Living in an apartment meant that she did have neighbors and that she did have to be respectful of those neighbors, but she had always been shit at being quiet. Especially when it came to him. Every other night except for this one, she had been an excellent neighbor. She hardly made any noise. They were just going to have to deal with it.

“I know - fuck,” she paused to moan lowly, “I know you like going down on me but … Noah.” His name was more of a gasp at this point. It was getting a little bit hard for her to think clearly. Again. Was she really about to cum for the third time that night? Yeah, probably. His mouth was just that good. Plus, you know, the whole six years going without. “But I … I, please.” He knew exactly what she was asking for. And, if she was being honest, she didn’t know how much longer she could go without his cock being inside of her. The only thing she could do was grind her hips back against him. He’d give it to her in his own time, she knew. This was one of his favorite things and he had to get his fill. He may have not gone six years without any sexual activity, but it had been six years since he had done this with her. Call her conceited or selfish or any other adjective in the book. She still knew that she was the best thing he’s ever had. Him being with someone else wasn’t something she wanted to think about right now. As far as she was concerned, he was still hers. Was it right to think that way about someone when you were in a relationship with someone else? No but that was something she would deal with at another time. The same way she would deal with all the marks that he was leaving on her skin. She had always enjoyed a good, long-lasting reminder of their time together. The sounds she was making were directly related to varying pressure levels he was giving her. “I - Noah,” she gasped, not really knowing what she was asking for. All she wanted was him. Want wasn’t even the right word. “Keep - oh God - doing that.”

As it turned out, he hadn’t missed a beat with Rachel. Not that he thought he would, but the confirmation was nice. (More than nice, actually. His cock was practically aching and begging to be inside of her.) If the wetness covering his face wasn’t enough of an indication that she liked what he was doing, the way she was moaning his name certainly was. He loved going down on her. No doubt. It was honestly one of his favorite activities. But the simple fact of the matter was, it’d been almost six years since he’d been inside of her. That was starting to get to him. So, he switched it up and went from giving her slow, lazy licks that were really just meant for him and his enjoyment of tasting her, to giving her much more pointed licks to her clit to push her over the edge. Not that it took much. His face was already buried as deep in her pussy as he could go, but that didn’t stop Rachel from grinding her hips back onto his mouth, and it definitely didn’t stop him from grabbing her ass and pulling her towards him. There was a good possibility that he’d be leaving bruises from his fingers on her ass, but one thing about Rachel, was that she loved them. Either way, he wasn’t overly concerned about it. He kept up the consistent pressure and licks to her clit, circling it with his tongue, and flicking back and forth over the sensitive nub until the dam finally broke. Clearly, he was more than happy to continue licking at her, and lap up every bit of wetness that she was giving him. But he didn’t want her to get oversensitive, so once he felt Rachel’s thighs twitching and her squirming away from him underneath him, he slowly pulled away.

Naturally, he draped himself over her back and tugged on her and pulled her into another heated kiss. “I could stay down there all night. But I’m not.” He pressed kisses along the back and sides of her neck, and all along her shoulder blades. “Saving it for another night. I just really need to fuck you.” Puck moved to lay on his side and inched her over onto her side to join him. One hand went to the small of her back, and the other pushed her hair out of her face and cupped her jaw. “You already look thoroughly fucked and I’ve barely done anything to you.” One of his favorite things about Rachel, in general, was how responsive she was. In every aspect of her life. She was never afraid to let him, or anyone else, for that matter, know what she wanted or how she felt and she just...went after what she wanted. It was cool in other aspects, but it translated over very nicely into their sex life. “C’mere. I wanna kiss you some more.” He could’ve easily just pushed her over onto her back and slid inside of her, or taken his previous position behind her, with her on all fours (one of his favorite ways for her to be) and fucked her that way - but, really, he just wanted to look at her and kiss her and take in what was happening. This moment was pretty much everything he’d wanted since she walked out the door a couple of years ago. “Baby. I’ve missed you. So much. So fucking much.” He gave her a soft kiss and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Pretty much been thinking about this since we broke up. Just getting to be with you again.” He breathed in the smell of her shampoo and her soap and the lingering smell of her laundry detergent on her comforter and sheets and the scent that was just distinctly her. His favorite.

“I’m still thinking about how I’m gonna fuck you,” he mumbled, moving his hand down and squeezing her ass. “You on all fours is very tempting.” Not slapping her ass wasn’t an option at the mention of taking her from behind. “You know that’s a great look for you.” He may have been with other women, but none of them quite filled the void that Rachel leaving had left him with. One that he definitely knew only she could fill, but that hadn’t stopped him from trying to see if another woman could take her place. (Spoiler alert: they couldn’t. That’s why he was in her bed now.) “But I missed these, too,” Puck told her and cupped her breasts while stealing a quick kiss. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples and he smirked against her lips at the way that she reacted. But then he pulled her leg up and tossed it over his side and the head of his cock came into contact with her pussy. “Fuck.” Now he was the one losing his shit. The instant he brushed against her wet folds he groaned out her name. “You’re so wet, baby. God, you’re gonna feel amazing.” He dipped his head down and swirled his tongue around her nipple before scraping over it with his teeth. His hips rocked into hers, his cock easily sliding through her folds, lubing himself up for the final act of him finally pushing into her. He moved her leg higher up on his side, giving him more access to her. Fuck it; teasing time was over. He could only take so much - rubbing his cock into Rachel’s pussy and feeling how wet she really was pushed him to his limits. Puck had fully intended on teasing her some more, but shit, at this point, he was teasing himself, too. That wasn’t nearly as fun. Instead of continuing on, he pushed her onto her back and settled between her legs. His cock was glistening with her juices by the time he grasped it and placed the head at her entrance. “Baby?” he asked, pressing just the head inside of her, “we still good? I can wear a condom, (he was shuddering internally at the thought, but fathering a kid had changed some things for him over the years) but you know how much I hate to pull out.”

Apologize

ms-berry‌:

She was thankful that he wasn’t wasting that much time. He had always enjoyed teasing her; she remembered a few nights where it had almost pushed her to her limits. Not that she was complaining. Those nights had also produced some of her most intense orgasms. Not long after he started rubbing against her g-spot, she felt the wave of her first orgasm (it was pretty obvious that there would be more than one tonight. There always was with him) wash over her. She could faintly hear him saying something but she was a little distracted by, you know, the mind blowing orgasm she was experiencing. How was it possible that he had gotten better at this? Well, there was a logical answer to that question. Just not something that she wanted to think about while his face was between her legs. It was quite the view, honestly. A view that she had really,really missed. Maybe this time she wouldn’t take it for granted. Especially when there wasn’t a guarantee that there would even be a next time. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked down at him with a lazy smile on her face. It may not have been the most appropriate reaction given the circumstances. She was just … really happy that he had decided to come over to her apartment, even if it was going to make the situation between the two of them a little more difficult. The smile quickly turned into, well, she didn’t know what to call the expression, when he started to remove his clothes. But she definitely may have drooled a little bit. He was just … very attractive. She didn’t really know how it was allowed, honestly. There wasn’t much time to take it all in because he was nudging her into a very familiar position.

It was nice to know that he was truly appreciating the work she’d put in during their time apart. It started out as her using it as a coping mechanism for the consistent sadness she was feeling. After that, she began to thoroughly enjoy her fitness regime. And maybe there was a thought in the back of her mind that they would find themselves in the very position that they were in now. She wanted to roll her eyes at his gym comment. Especially because she’d likely be riding his face at some point throughout the night. After all, it had been one of her favorite ways to wake him up. He never seemed to have that many issues with it either. There was a lot that they had to do before that, though. Six years was a long time to go without, from him especially. God, she really missed him pulling her hair. “Baby,” she whimpered, “fuck, I missed you.” If she was being honest, she missed more than just this aspect of their relationship. From the first time they met, he had always been her person. She could go to him with anything, at any time, and he would be there. Having that type of relationship with someone was rare. It just sucked that they couldn’t work it out. Now wasn’t the time for that, though. He was about to go down on her for the second time in what felt like a very short period of time. Only thoughts about that were allowed. She wasn’t sure what was going to transpire between them after this. Were they going to talk more about them and their future? If they were, things were going to get a little more complicated. She did have a boyfriend - even if she had totally forgotten about him. But only thoughts about him and what he was doing with his mouth.

She really loved him eating her out and would gladly have him continue doing it for the duration of their time together, but there was one thing she had always liked more. His cock. It was no secret that they’d get there. There wasn’t a chance that they’d be together for the first time in six years and just not have sex with each other, especially given the way things were heading right now. It didn’t help that the two of them were, as he had put it, shit at staying away from each other. And apparently even worse at not leaving marks all over each other. She hadn’t gotten her chance to leave any on him yet, but she would certainly give him just as many as he was giving her. At least he was putting them in places that were easy to hide. Her kindergarteners were very curious people; they would surely ask her some questions if she came to class with hickeys all over. That was a road she wanted to avoid at all costs. Once he sank down to his knees, her fists balled in the sheets and she looked back at him. If one thing was certain, she enjoyed the view from where she was just as much as he enjoyed the view from where he was. And he wasn’t wrong. She was practically dripping for him. Six years with only your right hand and a vibrator could do that to a girl. And he was Noah Puckerman. That was just how it went with him. He knew it too. “Then get to work,” she smirked. After all, part of it was his fault. If he didn’t just make her cum, she wouldn’t be nearly as wet. Well … probably not but he didn’t need to know that. He certainly didn’t disappoint either. His finger circled her clit, causing her back to arch and a soft moan to escape her lips. “I love your tongue but you better fuck me. You know I missed your cock.”

“Somebody’s being pushy. Don’t think you’re really in the position to tell me what to do right now,” he teased, arching his brow at her. To make his point, he blew a puff of cold air on her pussy and watched her squirm. “What do you think, baby? Hmm?” But if there was one thing Rachel knew about him, despite things being up in the air, (and there were a lot of things up for debate and in flux about them right now) his ability to please her wasn’t one of them. That much he knew for certain. “You know I’m gonna fuck you good.” He slapped her ass again for good measure, then massaged the red spot on her skin. “God, I love your ass.” Fuck. He couldn’t help it; Puck had to lean in and take a bite out of that perfect fucking peach. He loved, well, everything about Rachel, but her ass was always at the top of that list. Kneeling on the floor, with her ass in his face, it wasn’t hard to remember why. It was a fucking sight for sore eyes. (His eyes. He couldn’t even bring himself to acknowledge the possibility of someone else seeing her like this, even though he’d lost all rights to be possessive over her years ago.) Still. He could’ve been there all night reveling in the marvel that was Rachel’s ass, but he had business to attend to. And by business, he meant a lot more orgasms for the both of them. Starting...now. There was zero hesitation in his actions; his face being buried in Rachel’s pussy with her ass in his face was, without a doubt, one of his favorite places to be. Puck gripped her perfect ass and mumbled, “fuck,” before leaning in and licking around her pussy at the wetness that was now coating her inner thighs and all around her pussy. “Mmm. Missed tasting you already.”

It wasn’t an exaggeration when he said he could be down there all night. He had before, and he would if she wanted him to, but it was pretty clear Rachel had other things in mind for him once he made her cum again. Thank fucking god, because six years was too long to go without being inside of her, and he wasn’t about to miss out on the opportunity now that it’d been presented to him. But first thing first; he needed to eat her pussy again. That was non-negotiable. The taste of her hit his tongue again and Puck was like a shark that smelled blood in the water. He went into a frenzy and bracketed her hips with his hands and fully pulled her back onto his face until all he was surrounded by was her ass and her pussy. His eyes slammed shut. He might not have been able to see anything, but that was okay - he knew his way around Rachel’s pussy like it was the back of his hand. And, yeah, he’d admit it. Right now, he was eating her out solely for his pleasure. She was so wet it was literally fucking insane. God, he could keep his face in her pussy all night. His tongue switched from licking the length of her, just dipping his tongue inside her, up to her clit, and flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue. Rachel squirmed and ground her ass back onto his tongue under his ministrations, which did nothing but spur him on even more. All Puck did was grip her hips even harder and push his face even further into her. There was no way he could go without having her again. Ever. He couldn’t get enough. Of her, of the way she tasted, of how she reacted to him; he thoroughly fucking appreciated that she was showing him how much she loved what he was doing. There was a time when she was shy, but not anymore. Rachel was sure to get a noise complaint with the way she was moaning and grinding back on him.

He wasn’t mad. Clearly. Because all he did was lap at her even more. He wasn’t trying to make her cum, at least not with any real sense of urgency. The only urgency Puck felt at all was the need to taste her. (He doubted that’d ever go away.) Needless to say, he was taking his time with her. He angled her hips slightly upwards, so that his nose and mouth were truly buried in her pussy. It made it kind of hard to breathe, but fuck it; if this was how he went out, at least he was doing something he loved. And fuck, did he love it. “Mmm, Rachel,” Puck moaned. His breathing was heavy as he licked and sucked at her, and nudged at her clit. Once he got tired of teasing her, (well, both of them, really, because every second his tongue wasn’t inside of her, was a second wasted) he easily made the switch from licking the length of her folds to folding his tongue and pressing it inside her and fucking her with it. Rachel grinded back on his tongue until she was fucking his face. He responded by pulling away briefly. But only for a second. And mostly to let him catch his breath. He blew a puff of air onto her pussy again, and smirked when she just wiggled her hips at him. “Baby…” he mumbled, trailing off to sink his teeth into the back of her thigh, “I’m never going without this again.” He gave her ass a quick slap, then spread her cheeks open and stared. “We’ll get to that later. That’s a promise. Need to taste you.” He positioned her so her back was arched and licked a line from her entrance to her clit and circled it with his tongue with varying degrees of pressure to test the waters. He knew what Rachel liked, he hadn’t forgotten; but he also wanted to see if anything changed and if she liked anything new.

ms-berry‌:

I know!!

Glad we can agree on that. Jack’s date was pretty cute tonight, by the way. His old man had to teach him a couple of moves.

ms-berry‌:

Whatever you say.

You’re adorable.

ms-berry‌:

That’s not true.

It is true. It’s not my thing.

ms-berry‌:

Yes, you are.

Maybe Jack. But I don’t do adorable.

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This is adorable.

We’re Puckerman’s. We’re not adorable.

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