“So now that we’re alone…” Blaine says, crawling forward on the bed, and Kurt raises an eyebrow at him, feigning an innocent look as Blaine all but faceplants into Kurt’s lap, nuzzling shamelessly against the bulge at the front of Kurt’s mint-colored pants.
“Please let me peel these pants off you, Kurt, god,” Blaine groans, using his thumb to trace the shape of Kurt’s hard-on through his jeans, where it’s straining obscenely under the stiff material. “It’s been hell, staring at you all night.”
Kurt/Blaine age difference AU (Kurt is 19, Blaine is 34), NC-17, 5800+ words.
warning for: daddy!kink, spanking, rimming & comeplay. also, NSFW visual reference.
“Since we both already know I’m going to go home with you, how about you buy me a drink?” Kurt asks, voice sweet and almost teasing, and Blaine grabs Kurt by the hips and turns him around so he doesn’t have to look at that pout playing on Kurt’s pink lips. His arms slide around Kurt’s stomach to hug him close from behind, staring out at the dance floor of the club.
“You’re still under the legal drinking age, sweetheart,” Blaine whispers into Kurt’s hair, feeling Kurt lean back against him. “Besides, you’re bad enough when you’re not drunk.”
“Not drunk,” Kurt insists. “Just tipsy. You snuck me in here, I’m sure you can pull a few strings.”
“I seem to recall,” Blaine says, grinning as soon as the memory flashes through his mind, “you had no problem getting into this club yourself six months ago.”
genuinewarmdecentfeeling prompted: Kurt and Blaine like the lack of walls (and consequent lack of privacy) in the loft a little too much.
“She’s not coming home,” Kurt murmurs against Blaine’s lips, hands already falling down to work his belt open.
“Kurt, she – her last class ended like fifteen minutes ago, how do you know she won’t–”
“Shh,” Kurt says and uses the ends of Blaine’s belt to throw him on the bed and climb on top.
“Oh god.” Blaine groans as Kurt rolls his hips down and cranes his neck up for another kiss. “This is totally a thing for you.”
evarren asked you: first time kurt bottoms
5,700+ words of fumbly sweet sex. NC-17. warning for rimming & barebacking.
It’s technically Kurt’s own fault for bringing it up to begin with, really.
“Do you ever think about going… you know. All the way?” Kurt asks, fingers playing with the corner of Blaine’s bedspread nervously. Usually Kurt’s much more relaxed after they fool around, lazy and clingy and kind of smug, but now he just seems restless.
“We have gone all the way,” Blaine says, eyebrows furrowed. What else do you call panting into your boyfriend’s neck while you come over his fist, sleepy and sated as he rubs against your hip to get off? They’ve gone all the way, like, 6.5 times now. They’re pros.
“No, I mean.” Kurt pauses, his neck and ears getting significantly redder - an easy way to tell when Kurt’s embarrassed. “Inside. Penetration, Blaine, with you inside me and oh gosh am I still talking?” Kurt starts to fan himself.
Blaine’s stomach flips. “Oh. That all the way.”
An anon requested: “Blaine and Kurt get into a stupid argument over something silly (could be to do with their apartment, someone hasn’t done the washing like they said they would??) then one of them says “would you just shut up” and the other replies “make me” suddenly fucking on the kitchen counter because woah sexual tension and argument is forgotten”
Warnings for: slightly rough sex, come play, and barebacking
Kurt comes home to a broken air-conditioner. This is more than enough to push his irritation up a full notch
He’s been dealing with a new boss since Monday, a woman who has been in the industry so long that she thinks she’d invented fashion, and even though he respects her experience their personalities and styles are already clashing, which does not bode well.
And then he discovers that they must have mice, because his instant oatmeal packets have been chewed open and there are little brown dots of vermin excrement everywhere in that particular cabinet. He throws away literally everything that isn’t sealed in thick plastic or metal, and has a small tantrum in the middle of their joke of a kitchen; they can’t afford to throw away groceries any more than they can afford an electrician to come repair the air conditioning.
A little bird dropped a hint in my ear about something a certain someone asked for last night, so here you go. ;)
Warnings for: overstimulation, prostate play, and phone sex.
It happens for two reason: he has the house to himself and Kurt is teasing the hell out of him over the phone.
The first thing he’d done when his parents went out, of course, was invite Kurt over, but Kurt is grounded (something about wallpaper samples and Burt’s man cave and Kurt won’t go into any more detail than that) and is sneaking the phone call as it is, so they don’t want to push it.
Blaine has always had a habit of idly touching himself when he talks to Kurt over the phone; half of the time it isn’t even sexual or meant to lead to anything, it’s just a security blanket kind of thing, one hand tucked over himself and every now and then he’ll give himself a little squeeze.
It’s quite another thing when Kurt’s voice is low and rough in his ear, when they’re talking about the last time they’d been able to be alone in cut off sentences and breathy whines.
dreamyblaineanderson requested Kurt walking in on Blaine masturbating, an anon requested pre-Klaine with sleep-overs and awkward erections, another anon requested first time anal sex fail, and another anon requested Klaine at Dalton.
So: a hooking up at Dalton PWP. This includes barebacking and consensual semi-somnophilia. Yeah I just kind of needed to write some smut. :)
Embarrassment goes a long way for Kurt when it comes to friends. He replays the conversation that he and Blaine have about sex in his mind probably once every other hour. He feels—ridiculous, and overwhelmed, and he really wishes that the topic had come up in a different way. He could’ve had that talk with any close friend but no, it had to have been Blaine. Gorgeous, confident, experienced Blaine, Blaine who is gay and there and likes him and—
God, some days he just wants to dig a very deep hole, crawl into it, and never come out again.
He never counted on this—issue coming up at Dalton so fast but he supposes that he should have seen it coming; he’s surrounded by guys now all day and night. There’s a constant loop of intimacy and closeness and though it is largely platonic he sees little gestures here and there that let him know that some of the guys are involved. He hears knowing chuckles in regards to couples covering for each other so that they can be together and avoid the room checks. He even walks in on a two boys making out in one of the study rooms once.
Okay, this combines like a million prompts and is probably cheating, but it all went so well together:
- anon: “burt catches blaine spanking kurt. kurt has to explain that no, he likes it.”
- anon: “testicle!play, really detailed..? never seen that before!”
- auburndammit: “Kurt discovers he’s turned on by something he also finds tremendously embarrassing, for example, toe-sucking, perhaps?!”
- anon: “Hiii! Can i prompt klaine getting walked in on mid-coitus by burt?”
- anon: “I absolutely love you’re writing. Could you do something where Kurt is uncomfortable talking about his fantasies but blaine coaxes it out of him and eventually they try them out. I love anything with communication or exloration. If not no worries! I’ll read anything you write!”
- fretfulbunny: “I’d love some scorching hot rimming (k & b), followed by them getting caught by Burt and the ensuing awkward discussion. Pretty please with a cherry?”
So: spanking, rimming, testicle play, toe sucking, coaxing, and being caught by Burt. >_> (Enjoy?)
It’s one of those accidentally brilliant afternoons where Burt has to stay at the shop through dinner, Carole has switched her day shift for an evening shift, and the minute that Finn hears this he’s out the door and on his way to Rachel’s fast enough to make heads spin.
Blaine and Kurt stand idly in the kitchen until Finn’s truck disappears around the block and then before Kurt can even suggest going upstairs Blaine is kissing him and pressing him into a kitchen counter.
“Oh thank god,” he breathes, sucking at Kurt’s mouth and sinking two hands down the back of Kurt’s pants. “You are so gonna get it for that little peep show after gym class today.”
Kurt giggles, breathing out harshly when Blaine’s mouth traces the tendon that runs down the side of his neck. “This is not the sound of me complaining.”
shnks prompted: Kurt fucking Blaine up against the wall.
NC-17, takes place in the hotel room during 4x14.
“Who- who brings lube to a wedding?” Kurt gasps, fingers scrambling at the back of Blaine’s shirt while Blaine kisses his neck, making heat spark down Kurt’s spine. He wants more, wants to let Blaine leave marks even though he knows he shouldn’t.
“I was a boy scout, remember?” Blaine mumbles, distracted, and Kurt huffs out a laugh, reluctantly letting go of Blaine so he can finish undressing. Kurt’s already naked - Blaine saw to that as soon as they got inside the hotel room - and flushed from the way Blaine keeps staring at him, adoring and open and wanting, like nothing’s changed between them at all.
Kurt’s stomach twists hotly and he surges forward, kissing Blaine again, reaching down to help him out of his pants.
pureklaination wanted hot tub sex, and judearaya wanted fingering…these things combined rather nicely. Literally.
The thing about blowjobs, is that they seem simple at first. And then you try to give one, and they aren’t; even stroking someone feels weird the first time. Too dry? Am I hurting you? Lubricant; too much? Too wet? Not enough friction? Too fast, too slow? Not making noises, what the hell are you feeling? My mouth isn’t a Hoover and I have no idea what I’m doing? Your cock is big and I can’t fit it all in my mouth? How the hell do I keep my teeth out of the picture without making my lips go numb from friction? My jaw hurts? My nose is running because I’ve been unable to breathe out of my mouth because your cock is in it and it’s gross but I don’t want to stop? I have hair in my mouth and I’m not sure whether it’s mine or yours and I really need to stop and take it out but I don’t want to stop blowing you?
But then you start communicating, and then you start relaxing, and half a dozen blowjobs later you start to feel as if you’ve got the hang of it, and then half a dozen more and—if everything is going right—you feel like a blowjob master. Suddenly it all just seems to work—mostly because you’re relaxing and you have some experience.
And the truth is, Kurt is very, very good at it. Of course, it had taken them a while to get there, and Blaine had the benefit of having masturbated and watched porn a lot more freely before dating Kurt, but—there is a lot to be said for enjoying a cock in your mouth. If that seed of desire is there, if you want it badly enough, and if you want a specific one in the way that Kurt clearly does—well. You will be awesome at it.