The Third Prompt Meme Post

[tamzinrose]

Welcome to the Glee Angst Meme again! You know how these things work. You can come here and prompt your most angsty prompts, and write stories filling those angsty prompts to let our characters suffer.

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To Kurt’s shock, Blaine pulled completely out of him and slammed back in harder than ever before. Kurt screamed, voice hoarse, tears threatening to fall to the pillow below his face. One part of him was happy no-one could see his face at the moment; the other preferred being seen crying to this any day.

“Dunno. Maybe he’ll let us do something after you.”
“Yeah right. Didn’t you have something to do?”
“No need to bite my head off… Come on, David, obviously we’re not appreciated here. Blaine, please don’t destroy him too far, please.”

Just like that they left, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. Blaine hadn’t so much as stopped moving during the whole time, only to show him off, Kurt realized.

“Let me go.”

Blaine didn’t.

“Hush, babe”, he whispered instead, bending down to press a hot, sloppy kiss on Kurt’s back. Unlike before, it only served to make the brunet flinch away. “Let’s enjoy this to the end, okay?”

The speed picked up after that. Kurt was crying against the pillow, not even trying to conceal his sobs anymore; instead of moaning in pleasure, the sounds were now all anguish and pain. Blaine moving in and out felt good, yes, and he could feel the release sparking inside of him - but it didn’t mean he wanted it.

It didn’t, right?

Eventually Blaine came with a grunt, biting Kurt’s neck hard. Kurt cried out once more, scrambling against the headboard as soon as the other teen withdrew. Blaine rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on, you can’t deny it wasn’t good”, he said, reaching to scoop Kurt’s semen from his tight.
“I asked you to stop”, Kurt whispered, eyes rimmed red and teary. “You didn’t.”
“You wanted it.”

Kurt didn’t reply. He had, hadn’t he? He had begged Blaine to move faster, had begged him to replace his fingers with something else - it had been all him.

“Are you going or not?”

Later on, Kurt couldn’t even remember moving out of the bed and dressing up. The only thing he could bring to his mind was the utter feeling of humiliation, the breaking of his heart when the little trust and self-confidence he had gained were destroyed again.