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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Blaine_Anderson/Kurt_Hummel
  Character:
      Blaine_Anderson, Kurt_Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Boypussy_Kurt, Alternate_Universe_-_Gender_Changes, Sex_Toys,
      Voyeurism
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-26 Words: 2241
****** Angel Blue ******
by unshurtugal
Summary
     Blaine wins completely innocent Kurt at an auction, wanting to be his
     first and last anything and everything.
Blaine never actually thought he’d actually win the auction, so since then he’s
been exceptionally nervous around his new house mate; knowing the nature of
Kurt's innocence however, the pure unadulterated view he had of the world was
sort of nice to return to after a long day out in the real world.
When Blaine had entered his own bid, it was more for shits and giggles, really.
A friend dared him into it, and since he had a lot of extra money laying around
unused from his recently late father, he thought why not. It would probably
piss him off anyway, if he still existed in any sort of form; the fact that he
was buying a boy with a pussy, a rarity cherished in modern-day society.
Blaine experienced a gut-wrenching hatred toward himself in participating in
the sex market at first, but something about Kurt’s picture gave his stomach an
agonizing gnawing sensation that enticed the deepest need inside him.
Maybe there was something about the long, pale expanse of legs split in the
middle by a pair of the juiciest, splendid lips that absolutely begged to be
licked raw. But with Blaine being fairly inexperienced in that... area of
expertise, and also with the guaranteed promise that Kurt was the perfect
virgin, sort of made things in the bedroom extremely tense and fairly non-
existent.
Kurt never made a move to pleasure Blaine, despite his ever-constant morning
wood, and Blaine did the same, giving Kurt his space.
They actually just cuddled. And talked. It was actually quite nice, honestly.
Kurt was a normal boy, despite all reservations, and Blaine was starting to
grow quite fond of him. He’d end up dozing off or doodling in class, imagining
what Kurt was doing home alone since there was no real need for him to go to
school or get a job.
Blaine fantasized of what it would be like to see Kurt naked in person, rather
than in a grainy photo, but whenever his mind traipsed to those parts he had to
stop himself from getting a raging hard-on. So he toned it down and thought of
Kurt in a large grey sweater and nothing else, lounging on the sofa and
drinking warm tea while he watched some TV. Maybe he took a walk to a little
cafe down the street and smoked a cigarette. Who knows, Blaine certainly
didn’t.
He actually learned something new everyday about Kurt, but one particular
Thursday afternoon he was in for much more than he could have ever bargained
for.
Blaine had a headache all day, but pushed through his studies regardless,
making his way home by deep breathing and pinching the bridge of his nose. He
took the bus, waiting through the discomfort by wistfully wishing to be in bed,
cuddled up with blankets and Kurt on his chest.
As it turned out by a quick survey of the apartment, Kurt was already in bed
waiting for him. Pleased, Blaine toed off his shoes quietly and padded down the
hallway to his bedroom, noticing the door was left ajar. Just as he was about
to push through the threshold, Blaine heard a curious noise that shocked all
his senses, rooting him on the spot. It was a quiet sound, but clear as a bell
regardless. A small, pitiful whimper, resembling to that of an injured animal,
but Blaine knew instantly his little analogy was dreadfully inaccurate.
"mm-y-uhn-“
It was clearer now. High pitched and breathy. It made Blaine’s body surge with
heat, his mouth part in a small gasp as he peered through the crack in the door
that allowed some visibility into his own bedroom.
He saw Kurt spread-eagle on his mattress, thighs wide and head thrown back as
the fingers of his left hand worked against his clit. Blaine swallowed, his
heart picking up pace, his breathing shallow and labored. Had he been doing
this at home every day without Blaine's knowledge? His knees almost collapsed
at the thought.
Kurt was.. delicious. The lips of his pussy were so swollen they had turned
pink, shiny from the work his fingers provided and god if it wasn’t the most
glorious sight Blaine ever had the great fortune of witnessing. Pale abdominal
muscles were fluttering, sinuous muscle contoured and twisting from the
exertion of his biceps and neck, mouth agape and gasping and Blaine only wished
he could partake. But something kept him there hidden in the shadows.
Blaine was almost blinded by the noises Kurt was making, bordering on painful
because they were that taunting. It was like nobody else in this world could
enjoy themselves as much as Kurt was enjoying himself now, and what Blaine
didn’t know was that it was only going to get better.
Kurt’s entire body shook, everything clenching as he prodded his middle finger
in deep inside himself, rocking in a circular motion and in an instant he
gushed, coming hard and soaking the sheets under himself, bringing his knuckles
up to taste himself curiously.
Blaine just had about died, a rip-roaring groan threatening to take hold of
him, but he stuffed his fist in his mouth, forcing himself to be quiet. Kurt
may be a virgin, but he was clearly experienced with himself now, and Blaine
had no intention of interrupting.
That was then Kurt blinked slowly for a moment, reaching for something out of
view. Blaine choked. It was a massive blue vibrator curved at the tip and
already buzzing.
Where did he even get a vibrator? Blaine thought fleetingly, but the falling,
powerful pit in his stomach told him he shouldn’t even give a shit. Kurt was
naked. Kurt was fucking himself. Literally nothing else mattered.
“Mmm,” Kurt hummed approvingly, rubbing the very tip of the vibrator through
the slick crevasse of his labia, wetting the tip, but avoided pushing inside to
tease himself.
Kurt’s eyes were wide and dark, his face flushed and hair ruined as it stuck to
his sweaty forehead. Blaine didn’t even know where to stare, it was all too
good to be true. Small, pink little nipples hardened from arousal. A broad,
strong chest working with his ministrations...The so vastly contrasted pussy, a
symbol of Kurt’s would-be-innocenece if it wasn’t about to be penetrated by
something so massive.
Then, Kurt slid the vibrator in very slowly, his body relaxing and tensing with
each centimeter, arms and legs splayed so wide while his mouth fell open in a
gloriously pretty, “Ohhhhhh-“
Actual tears of frustration were now rolling down Blaine’s cheeks. His teeth
were digging into his fist until the flesh broke and he was bleeding lightly
down his wrist. His cock protested angrily in his jeans, pulsing against his
zipper, aching to be inside Kurt’s tight little cunt-
“Oh-UHN-ohhhhnuh-“
Blood was pounding in Blaine’s ears at the torturous, pleasure-filled sounds.
Kurt just wouldn’t stop. He arched his back just right so the view was perfect,
Blaine could see everything.
The folds of Kurt’s moist pussy made Blaine’s mouth water, despite his
desperate panting. The blue of the toy disappeared in and out in and out until
even Kurt’s fingers were slipping from the slickness, coming so many fucking
times that trickles of want slid down Kurt’s thighs and into the already soiled
sheets.
Blaine started to shake, feeling like he was going to explode, something so
frighteningly possessive and needy taking hold of all his senses and blocking
everything else out.
There were only two options left: He either go in and maul Kurt with everything
he had in him, or just turn and leave. Take a very, very, very long walk to
cool down.
Blaine grounded himself, not wanting to violate his new house guest. He had to
remind himself that Kurt was a person too with thoughts and feelings, and
probably wouldn’t appreciate being barged in on.
It took the greatest amount of willpower, but Blaine finally tore his eyes away
from Kurt, preparing to turn away when-
"Daddy?"
Blaine stopped dead. He was pretty sure his heart stopped too.
"Daddy, is that you?"
Blaine pushed the door open slowly. “K-Kurt?” He called hesitantly, putting one
foot in the room, unsure of what to do, his face flaming in shame at the
possibility of being caught. Kurt sought Blaine’s eyes, locking in contact and
body shivering with relief, his pussy still glistening in Blaine’s peripherals,
vibrator humming dully from inside Kurt.
"Oh Daddy,” Kurt whined helplessly, his voice almost sounding anguished. “I
need your help, Daddy.”
"What is it Kurt?" Blaine went to Kurt at once, concerned. "Is everything
okay?"
"Please, Daddy I need you,” Kurt pouted, batting his eyelashes slowly, soaked
fingers brushing Blaine’s cheek. Blaine could smell him, and his cock surged in
response. “I’ve been playing with my toy but I want you to play with it
instead...”
Blaine’s throat went dry. “You.. w-want me to..?”
Kurt bit his bottom lip, turning it pink as he nodded vigorously. He lifted his
hips off the bed and carefully pulled the buzzing vibrator out of himself,
shiny and presented to Blaine to take. There was no air to breathe as Blaine
deliberately brushed his fingers over Kurt’s lips, relishing in the reaction he
received as Kurt squirmed closer to him.
“Please,” was all Kurt could muster and then, under hooded lids Blaine broke,
jumping onto him and continued to ravish Kurt’s skin with his lips and
fingertips, no pale part of flesh left untouched, not even an eyelash. Kurt
just lay there, whimpering and begging for more, fingers twisted in the sheets
as they so desperately wanted to touch again-
But Daddy was here now, Kurt kept telling himself, feeling utterly secure and
safe.
"Touch me Daddy, please,” Kurt pleaded, tears of lust fogging his vision,
wanting so badly for his Daddy to take care of him. “It hurts-“
"Shhhh it’s okay my sweet baby boy I’m here," Blaine soothed, sliding his
fingers through Kurt, wetting his fingertips and massaging his clit oh so
gently, showing Kurt how much he could be trusted. He fell into his role so
quickly it almost seemed normal.
Kurt’s mouth was parted slightly as he whimpered, pressing into Blaine’s
fingers, a sigh of relief to be exhaled once Blaine slipped his fingers inside
Kurt, probing experimentally until Kurt jumped, body falling limp on the bed
spread, chest heaving. Blaine kneeled between Kurt’s spread legs, licking his
drying lips and trying to take control of himself, but everything was just so
hot. His face and his body. His clothes were sticking uncomfortably to his
tingling skin. Kurt’s suctioned muscles around his fingertips. Kurt’s skin
under Blaine’s mouth.
"You’re so good, Kurt.. such a good boy," Blaine praised, reaching for the
vibrator and turning up the intensity, his warm breath shivering along Kurt’s
goose-bumped skin. "Tell me, how often do you play with your toy?"
Kurt mewled a little as Blaine rubbed the tip of the vibrator against his
swollen clit. “I just bought it today, Daddy. I’m sorry-“
"Don’t be sorry my sweet prince," Blaine assured, caressing Kurt’s hip in a
consoling manner. "I loved seeing you touch yourself, baby."
Kurt gazed at Blaine, his eyes a midnight blue, smoldering with desire. “I only
started touching myself since you got me, Daddy.”
Blaine’s breath caught in his chest, and he swallowed a bit to compose himself,
finger swirling around Kurt’s nipple to harden the nub again.
"Why is that," Blaine asked so softly that it could barely be heard. But Kurt
didn’t miss a thing. He knew Daddy wanted to hear it.
"Because my Daddy is so beautiful, so kind.. I knew he could take care of me,"
Kurt explained, voice reaching a gravelly quality that Blaine couldn’t help but
start pushing the vibrator in, bowing his head forward to slide his tongue down
Kurt’s abdomen to the top of his spread pussy.
Kurt watched Blaine with wide, watery eyes, lips puckered and waiting. “I
wanted to wait for you Daddy, but I couldn’t help myself-“
"Shhhh," Blaine hushed, kissing Kurt’s labia before nipping a little, his
tongue laving the salty sweet skin. "I’m going to make you feel so good, Kurt.”
Kurt arched his back on the mattress as Blaine shoved the vibrator all the way
in, rocking it as much as he could until Kurt was crying out, his g-spot so
fucking ravished that he could barely register Blaine’s tongue against him too,
too much-
"I’m going to come Daddy,” Kurt keened as a warning, carding his fingers
through Blaine’s hair to keep him at bay. He didn’t want to come yet, and
Blaine didn’t want him to either.
Their first orgasm was going to be special.
"Okay," Blaine decided quietly, pulling the vibrator out, Kurt deflating before
him, but his pussy positively dripping now, Blaine knew that it wasn’t even
close to being over.
"Daddy is going to fuck you now," Blaine said, his body shuddering at the word
rolling off his tongue. "So I want you to turn over for me."
"Yes, Daddy." Kurt did as told, presenting himself, spine bowed and more
beautiful than anything Blaine had ever seen.
"You’re such a good boy, you know that?" Blaine kissed the small of his back to
drive the point home.
Kurt merely nodded, just as Blaine gripped his hips, readying himself to push
in.
And that was the first time they made love.
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