Out Of Your Mind. (Glee, Karofsky/Kurt)
Title: Out Of Your Mind.
Fandom: Glee.
Warnings: DUBCON.
Contents: Slight AU after Glee's 'Never Been Kissed' scene-
Characters/couples: Karofsky/Kurt.
Summary: The tight ball of panic in Dave's stomach is hurting, saying how he doesn't want to stop. So he doesn't.
Rating: R.
Notes: Written for the kinkmeme, spoilers for the episode so highlight to read: The original request asked for Karofsky/Kurt dubcon where Karofsky did kiss him again. I have lots of complicated feelings about Kurt and Karofsky so, while I don't ship them, I don't NOT ship them. I'm not sure if that makes sense.
Out Of Your Mind.
Get back, get away
'cause this could get ugly
If you think that I'll let you go
You're out of your mind.
"Close Up" Frou Frou
When he's jerking off, Karofsky always closes his eyes and starts thinking of girls. There's the ones he's already had sex with: Santana's mouth and her tits, how well Brittany's mouth feels on his cock and balls. He tries to picture Quinn Fabray the way some of the other guys talk when Sam or Puck or Finn aren't nearby, how they'd come all over her face if they got even half a chance. He even tries picturing Berry, a desperate move but she has nice, firm legs. They'd probably wrap tightly around a guy's hips as he pounded in her.
Nothing. He grumbles, desperate, fucking his hand, eyes tightly closed. Think tits, man. Think pussy. But that's a wrong move because just yesterday as he pushed Hummel into his locker he had called him pussy and then he's thinking about Hummel, the way he has been trying not to for months. Hummel in his skinny black jeans that show his ass the same way they do for a girl. Hummel's lips, how he's been so sure that he puts fucking lipstick because there is no fucing way that a guy's lips are that pink naturally. Or that they look so soft.
Fuck, how would those lips feel wrapped around his cock? And then he's picturing Hummel kneeling down, cheeks hollowed up as he takes his cock, looking so pretty with that pretty, oh so fucking pretty mouth stretched around him.
Dave comes biting his lip hard so he won't actually say Hummel's name. He's shaking then, the relief of his orgasm taken away by the fact that it was fucking Hummel who caused it.
Whatever. Hummel's basically a chick anyway. And a blowjob's a blowjob, right? Especially if you only think about it. And he was thinking that he had girly lips.
... fucking hell, man. He can't be thinking about Hummel's lips again.
He groans, rolling away from the cumstains on the sheets and tries to suffocate his thoughts to death.
**
Hummel is talking and talking and yelling. Because he's not actually a pussy, no matter how many times Dave has called him that. He knows this, has known this for a while but it's still there, on his face. Hummel is flushing and almost yelling, pretty voice raging and he's saying all these things, saying how he's not his type and it's not fucking fair he's saying those things when it should be HIM the one telling him that. He should be off with some cheerleaders instead of... instead of--
-- kissing Hummel the way he has been wanting for a while. His lips are that soft but there's no make up, nothing but the sticky feel of lipbalm on his lips. His skin is ridiculously soft and the tight ball of panic in Dave's stomach is hurting now, going like 'OhgodohfuckwhatamIdoingohfuckohfuckdon'twannastop...'
So he doesn't. Not really. He steps away a moment, a tiny second to take a glimpse of Hummel's pretty face, sees something he doesn't wanna see there besides the surprise, something he doesn't want to think about. Not now.
He leans forward again, hands on Hummel's face, kissing him, feeling the way Hummel shudders. He moves closer, deepens the kiss, tries not to think about the fact that they're in the fucking changing room and anyone could come in and see. Anyone could see him kissing Hummel as if he, fuck , liked him or something queer like that.
He doesn't want to stop kissing him.
He snarls a hand on the nape of Hummel's neck, moves his other arm around Hummel's skinny little body and presses him close. Hummel's dainty white hands are on his shoulders, and Dave can tell himself that it's because he totally likes this, too.
So he presses Hummel against the lockers, a knee between his legs, moans inside the kiss. He moves his hand to squeeze Hummel's ass, makes him gasp out of the kiss.
"Wait..." Hummel's saying, but Dave growls.
"Tired of," he mumbles, rubbing against Hummel. He's getting hard, can feel how Hummel's getting hard too, so he has to like this too, right? Only way his dick'd get hard... "Fucking waiting forever."
He moves to kiss Hummel again, tongue inside Hummel's throat because he doesn' want to hear it and if he doesn't hear it then... Hummel's hands are tight around his shoulders, but he's still hard, and Dave presses him closer against him, rubs his ass and he feels the way Hummel shudders, the tiny gasp against his mouth when Hummel comes right then and there against him.
And that's-- it's not fantasy, not him jerking off in his bed. When he opens his eyes Hummel's there, face flushed and mouth slack as he gasps for breath. Dave curses, lets go of Hummel's hair so he can put both hands on his hips and fucking thrust as he wanted against him, cursing him and cursing himself and fuckfuckfuckrightthere...
He staggers, letting go of Hummel. He just came in his pants. He opens his eyes, looks at Hummel and... he's staring at him the same way as after the first kiss. Panicky and surprised and... fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!
He slams his hands against the locker before he runs away from there. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
Fandom: Glee.
Warnings: DUBCON.
Contents: Slight AU after Glee's 'Never Been Kissed' scene-
Characters/couples: Karofsky/Kurt.
Summary: The tight ball of panic in Dave's stomach is hurting, saying how he doesn't want to stop. So he doesn't.
Rating: R.
Notes: Written for the kinkmeme, spoilers for the episode so highlight to read: The original request asked for Karofsky/Kurt dubcon where Karofsky did kiss him again. I have lots of complicated feelings about Kurt and Karofsky so, while I don't ship them, I don't NOT ship them. I'm not sure if that makes sense.
Out Of Your Mind.
Get back, get away
'cause this could get ugly
If you think that I'll let you go
You're out of your mind.
"Close Up" Frou Frou
When he's jerking off, Karofsky always closes his eyes and starts thinking of girls. There's the ones he's already had sex with: Santana's mouth and her tits, how well Brittany's mouth feels on his cock and balls. He tries to picture Quinn Fabray the way some of the other guys talk when Sam or Puck or Finn aren't nearby, how they'd come all over her face if they got even half a chance. He even tries picturing Berry, a desperate move but she has nice, firm legs. They'd probably wrap tightly around a guy's hips as he pounded in her.
Nothing. He grumbles, desperate, fucking his hand, eyes tightly closed. Think tits, man. Think pussy. But that's a wrong move because just yesterday as he pushed Hummel into his locker he had called him pussy and then he's thinking about Hummel, the way he has been trying not to for months. Hummel in his skinny black jeans that show his ass the same way they do for a girl. Hummel's lips, how he's been so sure that he puts fucking lipstick because there is no fucing way that a guy's lips are that pink naturally. Or that they look so soft.
Fuck, how would those lips feel wrapped around his cock? And then he's picturing Hummel kneeling down, cheeks hollowed up as he takes his cock, looking so pretty with that pretty, oh so fucking pretty mouth stretched around him.
Dave comes biting his lip hard so he won't actually say Hummel's name. He's shaking then, the relief of his orgasm taken away by the fact that it was fucking Hummel who caused it.
Whatever. Hummel's basically a chick anyway. And a blowjob's a blowjob, right? Especially if you only think about it. And he was thinking that he had girly lips.
... fucking hell, man. He can't be thinking about Hummel's lips again.
He groans, rolling away from the cumstains on the sheets and tries to suffocate his thoughts to death.
**
Hummel is talking and talking and yelling. Because he's not actually a pussy, no matter how many times Dave has called him that. He knows this, has known this for a while but it's still there, on his face. Hummel is flushing and almost yelling, pretty voice raging and he's saying all these things, saying how he's not his type and it's not fucking fair he's saying those things when it should be HIM the one telling him that. He should be off with some cheerleaders instead of... instead of--
-- kissing Hummel the way he has been wanting for a while. His lips are that soft but there's no make up, nothing but the sticky feel of lipbalm on his lips. His skin is ridiculously soft and the tight ball of panic in Dave's stomach is hurting now, going like 'OhgodohfuckwhatamIdoingohfuckohfuckdon'twannastop...'
So he doesn't. Not really. He steps away a moment, a tiny second to take a glimpse of Hummel's pretty face, sees something he doesn't wanna see there besides the surprise, something he doesn't want to think about. Not now.
He leans forward again, hands on Hummel's face, kissing him, feeling the way Hummel shudders. He moves closer, deepens the kiss, tries not to think about the fact that they're in the fucking changing room and anyone could come in and see. Anyone could see him kissing Hummel as if he, fuck , liked him or something queer like that.
He doesn't want to stop kissing him.
He snarls a hand on the nape of Hummel's neck, moves his other arm around Hummel's skinny little body and presses him close. Hummel's dainty white hands are on his shoulders, and Dave can tell himself that it's because he totally likes this, too.
So he presses Hummel against the lockers, a knee between his legs, moans inside the kiss. He moves his hand to squeeze Hummel's ass, makes him gasp out of the kiss.
"Wait..." Hummel's saying, but Dave growls.
"Tired of," he mumbles, rubbing against Hummel. He's getting hard, can feel how Hummel's getting hard too, so he has to like this too, right? Only way his dick'd get hard... "Fucking waiting forever."
He moves to kiss Hummel again, tongue inside Hummel's throat because he doesn' want to hear it and if he doesn't hear it then... Hummel's hands are tight around his shoulders, but he's still hard, and Dave presses him closer against him, rubs his ass and he feels the way Hummel shudders, the tiny gasp against his mouth when Hummel comes right then and there against him.
And that's-- it's not fantasy, not him jerking off in his bed. When he opens his eyes Hummel's there, face flushed and mouth slack as he gasps for breath. Dave curses, lets go of Hummel's hair so he can put both hands on his hips and fucking thrust as he wanted against him, cursing him and cursing himself and fuckfuckfuckrightthere...
He staggers, letting go of Hummel. He just came in his pants. He opens his eyes, looks at Hummel and... he's staring at him the same way as after the first kiss. Panicky and surprised and... fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!
He slams his hands against the locker before he runs away from there. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.