Fic: Babying His Baby: NC-17 (I can't stress that enough). Sam/Kurt
Title: Babying his Baby
Author: Kaellite
Rating: NC17 (I’m not kidding folks, this is PWP and very kinky, so obey the age restrictions for where you live)
Pairing: Sam/Kurt.
Warning: PWP, Daddy Kink, Daddy and little boy role play, toys, orgasm denial, spanking, slash. That pretty much covers it.
Spoiler/s: Through all eps, just to be safe
Summary: Written for this prompt at the Glee Kink Meme: “Sam forces a vibrator into Kurt and makes him sit and watch a Disney movie. During the movie Sam messes with the vibe, turning it up and down making Kurt crazy. By the end of the movie Kurt is crying and Sam gives him a spanking for not being a good boy during the movie. Then they have sex.
Bonus points for Kurt being really clingy and crying 'Daddy'.
Super bonus points if Sam has him in feety pjs.”
He flicked the head of his hard dick with his thumb, gathering the precum. Maybe, if Kurt was a good boy, he’d feed it to him. And just the thought that Kurt was his boy, good or bad, made Sam’s cock swell even more. It wasn’t like he’d planned on any of this, it just sort of happened, at least it had at the beginning. Yeah, Kurt dumping him for a duet partner had hurt (not as much as Finn’s jaw once Sam found out the real reason for his boy dumping him), so yes he’d made that dig about the ‘best duet’ partner, he wasn’t always a nice guy, but he tried to be a good one.
Like with Quinn, he’d fell for her, or thought he had, until he began to realize it was the idea of them as the perfect couple he loved. He still liked her though, even when in retaliation for him telling her he didn’t love her, he’d been wrong, she told him she’d just dated him because he was the best looking guy in school. So, yeah, he messed up and he’d made mistakes but when he figured it out, he did the right and honest thing, just like when he’d fought with Karofsky. At first it had been because the jerk shoved Artie, but once his fist connected, he kept hitting as much as he could because, well something about Kurt made him want to hit anyone who hurt the kid.
Then the kid turned around and left, like he didn’t trust Sam to protect him. At the time, Sam could understand not trusting Finn, because yeah both of them wanted to be popular but Sam was a good guy, not a nice guy, a good one and he’d take his lumps for his friends, not turn a blind eye. (and okay, Sam had been wrong about Finn or Finn wised up, one of the two, but he didn’t know that when Kurt left). And what was with that song at the wedding, like Kurt was a girl? Sure he moaned like one, with Sam’s dick him, which was at least once a day now, but he was a boy as Sam well knew. Nothing like holding on to Kurt’s dick while Sam fucked into him, milking his baby boy dry; that is if he was a good boy, if he was bad he didn’t get to come. At least not until Sam had come twice or more up his ass. But still, it wasn’t like he’d planned it. It was just once Karofsky was gone, and who knew the new tight end besides being gay packed such a punch? Not that Finn’s left was bad either (his right needed work). Karofsky sure hadn’t, anyway once Dave was expelled, well Kurt came back and Sam kind of made it his mission to make sure he felt safe enough to stay, even if that meant stepping in front of the kid and taking a slushy for him (so Sam was faster than Finn or the other Glee guys, it came with being QB). Over time, well Kurt started to trust him and then all of Glee got to see a new side of the beauty; one that was open and warm and yeah, still a Diva but one who gave, a lot. Even Mr. Schuester could see it which was why when it came time for suggestions for sectionals that he took Sam up on his idea, “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother” wowed the judges, and it worked so much better than “Just The Way You Are” (Sam liked the Billy Joel song with that title better anyway). So, Sam was now the defacto leader of Glee as well as the first string QB. Coach Beastie was cool, when Sam told her he was bi and wanted to date a guy so feel free to cut him from the team, she had him throw some passes and told him when he started throwing more interceptions than completions, she’d consider it.
That, with the duet, got him major points with Kurt, so much so that the boy deferred to Sam knowing he’d be listened to and his best interests would be considered. That was the talking side, the feeling side was a bit different, cause it was a battle there, until Sam found himself slammed into a locker as they kissed and that just wasn’t on, so he did it right back to Kurt and all but came in his pants when Kurt whimpered and clung to him. So it wasn’t that Kurt didn’t mind rough treatment, he just didn’t want it from someone he didn’t love and who terrorized him; lesson learned.
After that, Sam tried and took charge when they were alone together, going slowly and gently, feeling both of them out for what they liked, and the thing was, Sam really liked Kurt just trusting him enough to give it all up. So after two of their’ weekends ago (they managed about one in 6 weeks, with Sam’s parents work schedules), when Sam point blank said ‘you trust me”, and Kurt said “as much as my Dad” the idea took. The next weekend, he told Kurt “Climb on Daddy’s lap and let him take care of you,’ and other than a raised eyebrow Kurt did, and they’d both come more than they ever had before; well he decided to amp it up. So, now he was fisting his dick waiting for Kurt to finish his bath and get into his jammies for a movie, and if Sam had a test for Kurt on just how good a boy he could be, before it was all done it would be good for both of them.
His Baby could have been a ninja, if it weren’t for the flannel clad feet, (and Sam so didn’t want to think about the excuse he gave to the clerk for wanting footie jammies that were long enough for Kurt), he’d never have heard him, but he did, and Damn, Kurt looked good, like the sweet boy he was most of the time for Sam. Not that Sam was the only one looking. He loved that blown away look on Kurt’s face, loved that he could put it there, and for not doing much, like right then, all he did was spread his legs wider to give his Baby a better look. He knew what he had; it wasn’t that unusual for guys, even straight guys, to check out the other guy’s junk, to see how he stood among the competition, and Sam stood tall and proud, as long as Finn and thicker than Puck.. That was one of the many reasons Kurt was trying to climb on his lap.
“Not yet, Baby, I need to make sure you got yourself good and clean all over” Unzipping the pajamas, he made a cursory inspection of Kurt’s front, letting the pads of his fingers linger on those pretty pink nipples; not red, pink. That meant that soon, he had to bite and lick and pinch them, get em back to their best color, but not tonight. Tonight, he had more pressing desires. Turning the boy around, Sam ran a hand soothingly down the boy’s back loving how soft Kurt’s skin was, how fresh and sweet he smelled. With one hand, he tenderly applied pressure, smiling his boy acquiesced and bent down for him. Tugging the flannel down, he exposed those pale cheeks (too pale, he’d have to add some color to them tonight), and strummed his fingers along Kurt’s entrance, letting his thumb slide in, or letting Kurt’s ass suck him in, fairly easily, which meant that Sam had done his job right at lunch and fucked his boy so good he still felt it later. Adding a second finger, than two more in quick succession because he knew Kurt could take it, he finger fucked his Baby, pleased with the mewls and whimpers he was drawing from his sweet boy. That only needed one hand, unless Sam was in a mood to really test Kurt, but there was a different test for this night, and with his other hand he found the toy.
“Are you going to be my good boy tonight?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
That soft reply made him drop the toy and cup Kurt’s face, kissing those lips softly, and reassuringly. Whatever happened tonight, it was important that Kurt now he loved him, always.. “Love you Baby boy, and you’re so good, but you haven’t had to behave when it’s difficult, so tonight I want you to sit still and quiet during the movie, no matter what. Understand, Baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
For a brief second Sam wanted Blaine to hear that, hear how much Kurt gave to and trusted Sam with. As good a guy and friend as Blaine was, he’d never get to see that side of Kurt, not unless Sam showed him, and Sam wasn’t about to share. Swiftly, he grabbed the toy again, and pulled his fingers out of Kurt’s ass, the ass he owned, and plunged the vibrator in to the hilt in their place, pleased that aside from shudders and a moan that Kurt remained still. Okay, maybe not so pleased because where was the fun in that. Those cheeks needed to warmed up, not enough to scare or hurt his Baby badly, but just enough to know that he’d been bad, and so that when Sam slid balls deep into him, that Kurt would really feel it.
Pulling the zipper up on Kurt’s jammies, Sam pulled the boy into his lap with one arm, offering the other hand for Kurt to clean, and Damn if his boy didn’t have a hot mouth. For the record, Puck, Kurt can fit all my fingers, or both my balls in his. Not that he’d ever tell his fellow Gleek that, no sense in tempting Puck with what he couldn’t have, that would be cruel. And he knew that what he was doing or going to do could be considered mean too, but it wasn’t really, he’d never hurt Kurt, never. He was just going to make him so sensitive and needy, that he’d really let go with Sam. With that in mind, he gave Kurt time to adjust to the toy in him, not as big as Sam, but Kurt preferred the real thing to plastic (which he didn’t’ like much), so they watched the movie until Cruella made her entrance (and anyone could like the live action version better, Sam would never understand) then he found the other remote and immediately turned it on and up to high. Fuck! He loved Kurt’s bucking, or he would if his boy was clenched around his dick instead of a fake one.
“You’re supposed to be still Baby, not good to move, and good sweet little boys don’t come either, not until they’re given permission.”
Sam turned it to low and if he didn’t have better control of himself he would have smirked. He’d learned a while back that acting like a slightly mentally deficient golden retriever worked wonders; people assumed you were naïve, innocent and slow which left plenty of room for you to move in. How else had he gotten the QB position the first time? Better yet, with that façade, he’d managed to slip stream past Puck and claim his boy, before Noah even realized what was going on. So, no he didn’t smirk, neither did he betray his guilt feelings which were growing, not as fast as his cock did but they were there. He knew he was setting Kurt up, stacking the deck so his Baby didn’t have a chance, on some level though Kurt, who was not remotely stupid had to know it too. Still, the idea of hitting Kurt, even in spanking worried him, his boy had been through enough abuse with Karofsky; more trust right there as he knew that he was the only one besides Blaine that knew the full story, and Kurt wasn’t in Blaine’s lap, didn’t sleep the best he ever had when he was wrapped up in Blaine’s arms, didn’t beg for Blaine to fill him. So, Sam had to be careful not to abuse that trust, at the same time that Kurt had even agreed, besides showing faith, meant he understood what was going on, and was going along with it, believing that Sam wouldn’t push him further than he could take it, physically, emotionally or mentally.
Thus, at the same time he ramped the speed up again, he both bounced Kurt on his knee, and curled his fingers in the hairs at the hollow of his skull, massaging softly, knowing that would send all sorts of signals to Kurt that he was being taken care of. It didn’t stop his boy from gasping and moaning as Sam’s leg drove the vibrator just that much further into him.
“Okay Baby, enough. You’ve shown you can’t be good under pressure, we’ll have to work on that.” Damnit, he couldn’t do it, not as he had originally planned anyway, not with tears running down Kurt’s face. “But I have to learn too, I pushed you too far, too fast, so you’re only going to get 6 licks.” With his hand he felt the front of Kurt’s pj’s and smiled. “Especially since you didn’t come, so you were good in that respect Now show me that bottom and bend over.”
Kurt unzipped the flannel one-piece and arranged himself over Sam’s lap. Fuck! Talk about a gorgeous sight, his boys ass was so ripe and full and just damn perfect, well almost perfect, it needed to be warmed up and have a little color. Raising his arm, he brought down the palm of his hand sharply, not bothering to remove the toy, he wasn’t cruel, he wasn’t going to take that from Kurt until he gave him something bigger to fill that hole.
“One!”
Such a good boy, Sam was pleasesd that Kurt started counting without being told. Now for the other cheek.
“Two.”
“Three”
“Four”
“Five” and dammit, his baby was crying and not from need now. Just one more.
“Six!”
Pulling Kurt up quickly, he wrapped his arms around his Baby. “Shhh, sweet boy, it’s all over. We won’t do that again if I really hurt you, we’ll find another way to discipline you.”
“Didn’t hurt Daddy, but.” Kurt’s breath came in hitches. “You still love me? I wasn’t so bad….”
Fuck! He kept forgetting that Kurt wasn’t as confident as he seemed, yeah he had Burt’s support most of his life, but he’d had enough rejection that the fear of losing someone was always there. Shit and fuck and damn, he had to fix this.
“Of course I love you, always gonna.” He could say that till he looked like he belonged in Avatar or he could prove it. Laying his boy on the couch, Sam got up and yanked the vibrator out, pulling Kurt toward him till his boy could feel the head of Sam’s dick in him.
“Feel that Baby, Feel how much I love you?”
Kurt nodded as tears were still staining his face causing Sam to feel even more guilty because his dick swelled impossibly large at the sight. His baby boy was so fucking pretty all the time, and absolutely fucking gorgeous when he cried. “Shhh, it’s alright Baby, Daddy loves, I’m never gonna stop.” Withdrawing momentarily, Sam arranged Kurt so the boy was in almost a wishbone shape, all the better to fuck him as deep as possible, make him cry for how hard Sam was deep dicking him and how fantastic his orgasm would be when he finally was allowed to come. “Want you to just take it Baby, take Daddy’s big fucking cock, let Daddy do all the work.”
He didn’t give Kurt time to answer, just rammed his long, thick cock into his boy’s sweet little ass, sweet and magical even. Sam truly suspected he was or at least that ass was, because as many times as he fucked it, it was still tight as when Kurt had been a virgin. And those noises? Yeah, Sam knew he was hitting the right spot, because even with the needy sounds, Kurt was keening. Needy?
“Baby?”
“Daddy, hold me?”
How could he resist that? No one could. Soon he had Kurt rearranged so they could be wrapped around each other, but along with sensational proof of how much Sam loved him, he’d give him visual too. “See that Baby, see what you do to me?” Sam rubbed his swollen cock all over Kurt’s belly, “That’s all you need, isn’t it, all you want?”
“No Daddy.”
NO?
“Could I, could you plug me after, the best part is feeling you in me even after you’re not.”
The best part? But he’d let it go
“Yeah, Baby, I’ll plug you, after I come and right now. Feel how big you make me, how much bigger from being inside my boy? And it’s all for you, no one else, all yours to take. NOW!” With that, Sam slammed home, feeling Kurt buck up to meet him and those gorgeous legs wrap around him. Kurt’s arms reached up for purchase too, and Sam found himself attached to Kurt by all 4 limbs. Such a sweet loving boy, and all his. He deserved the best and Sam was going to give it to him. Sam kept hitting that spot until Kurt started to lose it and those pale legs fell free, now Sam could really go to town. He gripped Kurt’s waist and used it to guide his boy, slowing pulling his cock out of that ass Sam owned, just to the point where all that was left in that silky heat was the head, then rammed it back inside as hard as possible. When he was as deep as he could get, he gave Kurt about 10 short bangs of pleasure. Again and again Sam kept up that rhythm, until he could see by Kurt’s face that his boy was trying to be good. “It’s okay Baby, I want you to come for me. Do it Baby, show Daddy how much you love his dick in you.”
With that, and a sharp bite to the neck and maybe a muffled “Mine” Sam rammed home one last time and felt Kurt’s back bow and warm splatters of come hit his stomach. That and the way Kurt’ channel clenched like a vice around his dick, pulled Sam’s load out of him as well. “Fuck Baby, gonna, gonna…”
If he kept talking and he might have, Sam had no idea what he’d said, only that now he was lax and spent, albeit temporarily, on top of his boy.
“Love you Daddy.”
“I love you too, Baby.”
More than anyone, he thought but didn’t say. Actions spoke louder than words anyway. Picking Kurt up, he carried him to bed. Laying the boy on his side, he saw his own come oozing out of that hole, and felt himself hardened. His baby wanted a plug, he’d get a plug.
Pulling Kurt to him, he slid inside once more. “Want you to sleep like this Baby, and I’m gonna wake you up by showing, nice and slow, just how much I love you.”
“Bath time?”
“Yeah, Baby, we’ll have bath time.” They had until Monday before Sam’s parents got back, and he was going to make the most of it, babying his Baby.
FIN