Punishment
Title: Punishment
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck,
Rating: NC-17, I think?
Spoilers: There are none
Summary: Kurt made Puck mad, so Puck, with the help of a certain scarf, punishes Kurt
A/N: This just kinda happened. No Beta, all mistakes mine, if you find any, please let me know! This sounded so much better in my head...
I dub thee, the Scarf series! Previous installments: Scarfs, Tied To You
“Here.” You throw the scarf at a confused looking Kurt. “Well, you wore that scarf knowing that it would drive me crazy, so, you’re on punishment.”
Kurt looked down at the scarf and then back up to you, still not getting it. You decide that for a smart guy, Kurt can be oblivious sometimes.
“I want a show.” His eyes go wide when he finally figures out what you’re getting at. “You aren’t allowed to come until I touch you, and I won’t touch you until you put on a good show.”
He looks down at the scarf, as if it wasn’t real. You’re taken aback when he looks at you, his eyes dark. He slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt, carefully placing it on your bed before tying the scarf around his chest, making sure it covered his nipples. He moved a few time to make sure it was secure, gasping whenever it brushed over his nipples. You could feel your jeans growing tighter as he started to undo his, but he didn’t take them off. Instead, he started stroking himself inside them, while still moving so the scarf brushed over his nipples.
You follow his lead. You undo your jeans, and start stroking yourself very slowly. “What are you thinking about baby?”
Kurt looks up at you, a smirk on his face. “You. Your hands. The way you twist your hand when you getting me off. The way you scrap your nails whenever you feel as though I’m being bad. The way you speed up when I tell you I’m close and then right before I come, you stop. You pull away and have me finish myself off because you always said you loved the way I looked when I got myself off.”
“Good boy.” You speed up slightly. “Use the scarf. Just like I do.”
He nods and unties the scarf from around his chest. He closes his eyes as he pulls his dick out and wraps the scarf around it. He starts slowly, to get use to the feel of it, before speeding up to match your speed.
You smirk when he starts to unravel. He always tries to act like he doesn’t care when you make him wait to come. You know that he can’t keep that façade up though when the scarf is involved. You know he loves the feel of it.
“Noah.” He tries to mask how he feels, but you can see that he needs to come. “Please.”
“Come over here.” You point to the area at your feet and he’s there, kneeling a few seconds later. You roll your eyes and kneel in front of him. “Up.”
Kurt looks at you before standing up. You move so that his erection is directly in front of your face. You hear him moan when you touch him. “You aren’t allowed to come until I tap your knee, understand?”
He nods and you swallow him, pushing the scarf up. You wrap the scarf around your hands and start moving it as you start sucking him. You will never tell anyone, not even Kurt, but you love having his dick inside your mouth. You love the feel of it sliding on your teeth, the way it feels as you lick it. You only do it when he’s been exceptionally good and done what you’ve told him to do without complaining though.
The feeling of the scarf on your lips is driving you crazy, but all you can focus on is the sounds he’s making as you alternate between licking, sucking, and biting. He’s mumbling now. You hear your name along with a few other choice words.
You decide that you can’t last much longer and you want to come inside of him. So, you tap his knee and he’s coming in your mouth. You try your hardest to swallow as much of his come as you can, but some spills out and runs down your chin.
You don’t give him time to recover as you stand up and push him so he falls on your bed. You push into him and moan at the how tight he is. He’s always tight, no matter how many times you fuck him.
“Kurt.” You growl his name as you come, collapsing on top of him.
“Get off.” He glares over his shoulder at you. “You’re heavy.”
“I’m good.” You place a kiss on his shoulder.
He turns his head so that he can kiss you. When he pulls away from you he’s smiling. “I think I’ll wear that scarf again tomorrow.”
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck,
Rating: NC-17, I think?
Spoilers: There are none
Summary: Kurt made Puck mad, so Puck, with the help of a certain scarf, punishes Kurt
A/N: This just kinda happened. No Beta, all mistakes mine, if you find any, please let me know! This sounded so much better in my head...
I dub thee, the Scarf series! Previous installments: Scarfs, Tied To You
“Here.” You throw the scarf at a confused looking Kurt. “Well, you wore that scarf knowing that it would drive me crazy, so, you’re on punishment.”
Kurt looked down at the scarf and then back up to you, still not getting it. You decide that for a smart guy, Kurt can be oblivious sometimes.
“I want a show.” His eyes go wide when he finally figures out what you’re getting at. “You aren’t allowed to come until I touch you, and I won’t touch you until you put on a good show.”
He looks down at the scarf, as if it wasn’t real. You’re taken aback when he looks at you, his eyes dark. He slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt, carefully placing it on your bed before tying the scarf around his chest, making sure it covered his nipples. He moved a few time to make sure it was secure, gasping whenever it brushed over his nipples. You could feel your jeans growing tighter as he started to undo his, but he didn’t take them off. Instead, he started stroking himself inside them, while still moving so the scarf brushed over his nipples.
You follow his lead. You undo your jeans, and start stroking yourself very slowly. “What are you thinking about baby?”
Kurt looks up at you, a smirk on his face. “You. Your hands. The way you twist your hand when you getting me off. The way you scrap your nails whenever you feel as though I’m being bad. The way you speed up when I tell you I’m close and then right before I come, you stop. You pull away and have me finish myself off because you always said you loved the way I looked when I got myself off.”
“Good boy.” You speed up slightly. “Use the scarf. Just like I do.”
He nods and unties the scarf from around his chest. He closes his eyes as he pulls his dick out and wraps the scarf around it. He starts slowly, to get use to the feel of it, before speeding up to match your speed.
You smirk when he starts to unravel. He always tries to act like he doesn’t care when you make him wait to come. You know that he can’t keep that façade up though when the scarf is involved. You know he loves the feel of it.
“Noah.” He tries to mask how he feels, but you can see that he needs to come. “Please.”
“Come over here.” You point to the area at your feet and he’s there, kneeling a few seconds later. You roll your eyes and kneel in front of him. “Up.”
Kurt looks at you before standing up. You move so that his erection is directly in front of your face. You hear him moan when you touch him. “You aren’t allowed to come until I tap your knee, understand?”
He nods and you swallow him, pushing the scarf up. You wrap the scarf around your hands and start moving it as you start sucking him. You will never tell anyone, not even Kurt, but you love having his dick inside your mouth. You love the feel of it sliding on your teeth, the way it feels as you lick it. You only do it when he’s been exceptionally good and done what you’ve told him to do without complaining though.
The feeling of the scarf on your lips is driving you crazy, but all you can focus on is the sounds he’s making as you alternate between licking, sucking, and biting. He’s mumbling now. You hear your name along with a few other choice words.
You decide that you can’t last much longer and you want to come inside of him. So, you tap his knee and he’s coming in your mouth. You try your hardest to swallow as much of his come as you can, but some spills out and runs down your chin.
You don’t give him time to recover as you stand up and push him so he falls on your bed. You push into him and moan at the how tight he is. He’s always tight, no matter how many times you fuck him.
“Kurt.” You growl his name as you come, collapsing on top of him.
“Get off.” He glares over his shoulder at you. “You’re heavy.”
“I’m good.” You place a kiss on his shoulder.
He turns his head so that he can kiss you. When he pulls away from you he’s smiling. “I think I’ll wear that scarf again tomorrow.”