Gossip Girl FF: Days like these (Chuck/Dan/Nate/Blair/Serena, NC-17)
Reposting from oxoniensis's Porn Battle VI.
Title: Days like these
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Chuck/Dan/Nate/Blair/Serena
Rating: Definitely NC-17
Length: 544 words
Disclaimer: All belongs to Josh Schwartz and the CW
Spoilers: Set in non-specific place a while post-S1.
Summary: He’s Chuck Bass - things like this happen to him every day. Prompts were debauched & comfort, originally here.
Chuck’s not surprised to find himself here. He’s Chuck Bass - things like this happen to him every day. He’s just surprised at his companions for this descent into debauchery. It’s been a long time since anything sexual shocked him.
Humphrey’s head is buried between Blair’s thighs, working his tongue into her cunt while she claws at his shoulder and into his hair.
Serena crouches in front of Chuck, sliding her soft hands down his chest to wrap almost too tightly round his cock. Her mouth follows the same path down; close enough to incest to cross it off his list. Nate settles behind him, roving hands making maps down his spine before fingering him wide open.
He’s trapped between them, and the whole thing, the whole scene, is so deliciously wrong that it seems almost orchestrated for his benefit.
Second time around no one has the energy left to scream. Humphrey has a soft mouth, curled wet around Chuck’s fingers, running counterpoint to Chuck’s mouth on his dick. When Chuck pulls off for a moment, he can taste alcohol on Humphrey’s skin - relic from the evening’s earlier entertainment, though he can’t remember Humphrey with a glass.
Blair and Serena kneel up into a kiss, two beautiful pairs of breasts pressed against each other. It’s Eve seducing the Virgin Mary, pink-painted fingernails through silky dark hair. Blair whispers it: S, S, S.
Nate dares him to keep going, keep sucking Dan off while Nate presses into Chuck. Not lose his rhythm while Nate fucks him into insensibility until he’s saying, Nathaniel, God, Nathaniel, all over Dan’s cock, and trying not to swallow.
Serena kisses Dan afterwards, and God knows what she tastes. Nate brushes damp hair from Blair’s face, and clasps Chuck’s arm like they’ve never not been friends.
They fall asleep in a tangled mess but wake up like this. Chuck is lying mostly on his side, with Nate spooned behind and underneath him. Dan lies on the floor in the space made between Chuck’s head and where he has pulled up his knees. Blair and Serena have pillowed their heads on Chuck’s stomach and thighs, holding hands like the first time he saw them. It should be the most erotic thing he’s ever seen without needing a condom.
It’s too dark to see anything but silhouettes. Nate’s arm tightens around his chest.
Serena coughs quietly and whispers, “Nate. Nate, you need to wake him up. We said we’d make sure he saw the lawyer before…”
Nate sighs into the back of Chuck’s neck, and rubs circles on the inside of his wrist. Dan’s fingers brush Chuck’s other hand, resting against his tight closed fist. Dan says, “He was really… last night, even for him. Are we sure he’s even going to be…?”
Nate says, “We can give him another half-hour, can’t we?”
Serena’s voice is so so soft, a tiny breath of assent blowing over his skin. Blair strokes his ankle and she’s never been this tender before. She says, “Yes, of course we can.” Nate kisses his throat, and he won’t choke, he won’t speak. He’s not afraid. He’s Chuck Bass - things like this happen to him every day. Nate covers his eyes and gives him another thirty minutes of dark.
FIN. Feedback is always fab.
Title: Days like these
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Chuck/Dan/Nate/Blair/Serena
Rating: Definitely NC-17
Length: 544 words
Disclaimer: All belongs to Josh Schwartz and the CW
Spoilers: Set in non-specific place a while post-S1.
Summary: He’s Chuck Bass - things like this happen to him every day. Prompts were debauched & comfort, originally here.
Chuck’s not surprised to find himself here. He’s Chuck Bass - things like this happen to him every day. He’s just surprised at his companions for this descent into debauchery. It’s been a long time since anything sexual shocked him.
Humphrey’s head is buried between Blair’s thighs, working his tongue into her cunt while she claws at his shoulder and into his hair.
Serena crouches in front of Chuck, sliding her soft hands down his chest to wrap almost too tightly round his cock. Her mouth follows the same path down; close enough to incest to cross it off his list. Nate settles behind him, roving hands making maps down his spine before fingering him wide open.
He’s trapped between them, and the whole thing, the whole scene, is so deliciously wrong that it seems almost orchestrated for his benefit.
Second time around no one has the energy left to scream. Humphrey has a soft mouth, curled wet around Chuck’s fingers, running counterpoint to Chuck’s mouth on his dick. When Chuck pulls off for a moment, he can taste alcohol on Humphrey’s skin - relic from the evening’s earlier entertainment, though he can’t remember Humphrey with a glass.
Blair and Serena kneel up into a kiss, two beautiful pairs of breasts pressed against each other. It’s Eve seducing the Virgin Mary, pink-painted fingernails through silky dark hair. Blair whispers it: S, S, S.
Nate dares him to keep going, keep sucking Dan off while Nate presses into Chuck. Not lose his rhythm while Nate fucks him into insensibility until he’s saying, Nathaniel, God, Nathaniel, all over Dan’s cock, and trying not to swallow.
Serena kisses Dan afterwards, and God knows what she tastes. Nate brushes damp hair from Blair’s face, and clasps Chuck’s arm like they’ve never not been friends.
They fall asleep in a tangled mess but wake up like this. Chuck is lying mostly on his side, with Nate spooned behind and underneath him. Dan lies on the floor in the space made between Chuck’s head and where he has pulled up his knees. Blair and Serena have pillowed their heads on Chuck’s stomach and thighs, holding hands like the first time he saw them. It should be the most erotic thing he’s ever seen without needing a condom.
It’s too dark to see anything but silhouettes. Nate’s arm tightens around his chest.
Serena coughs quietly and whispers, “Nate. Nate, you need to wake him up. We said we’d make sure he saw the lawyer before…”
Nate sighs into the back of Chuck’s neck, and rubs circles on the inside of his wrist. Dan’s fingers brush Chuck’s other hand, resting against his tight closed fist. Dan says, “He was really… last night, even for him. Are we sure he’s even going to be…?”
Nate says, “We can give him another half-hour, can’t we?”
Serena’s voice is so so soft, a tiny breath of assent blowing over his skin. Blair strokes his ankle and she’s never been this tender before. She says, “Yes, of course we can.” Nate kisses his throat, and he won’t choke, he won’t speak. He’s not afraid. He’s Chuck Bass - things like this happen to him every day. Nate covers his eyes and gives him another thirty minutes of dark.
FIN. Feedback is always fab.