1SM Fills Part 1
Title: 1SM Fills Part 1
Ratings: G - NC-17
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not Glee, not the characters.
Notes: So I opened my Tumblr ask to 1SM prompts and got...quite a response. This is the first part of my fills, I still have a fair amount of them to do, but wanted to get these up here.
Prompt: Blaine is trying to do homework at Kurt's desk. Kurt isn't.
Rating: R
Length: ~260
“Kurt stop! I’m trying to study,” Blaine whined trying to pull his neck away from his boyfriend’s far too talented mouth.
“What? I’m helping,” Kurt insisted as he pressed firm kisses along Blaine’s jaw.
“How is this helping me learn French?” Blaine asked, attempting to go over his imparfait conjugations. Kurt hummed against his skin, gliding his mouth to fit over Blaine’s.
Blaine’s eyes fluttered closed as Kurt’s tongue dipped into his mouth and he let himself revel in the hot, wet press of Kurt’s tongue in his mouth before pulling back.
“Not helping,” Blaine stated, fixing Kurt with an unamused, if slightly flushed, stare.
“What, it’s French.” Kurt grinned, his hands sliding over Blaine’s sides, tongue dipping down, just below Blaine’s ear. Blaine bit back a groan as Kurt nipped at the sensitive skin.
“Stop,” Blaine insisted, a little breathless.
“En français,” Kurt whispered, his tongue sliding over the shell of Blaine’s ear. Blaine let out a shaky moan.
“Arrête,” Blaine growled.
“Non,” Kurt bit out, his hands gliding over Blaine’s thighs and over his growing erection. Blaine’s head lolled back against Kurt’s shoulder and Kurt took advantage of the exposed skin, his mouth biting and sucking marks into Blaine’s collarbone.
“Qu’est-que tu veux?” Kurt palmed Blaine’s erection hard.
“K-kurt,” Blaine stuttered, begging.
“Tu veux le petit mort?” Kurt whispered, his lips wet against Blaine’s jaw. It took Blaine a moment to translate through the fog of his arousal. Le petit mort, the little death. How appropriate.
“Oui,” Blaine gasped, begging. “Oui.”
“Très bon,” Kurt purred.
This one got a follow-up prompt from someone, so I'm posting them together.
Prompt: Rimming & Fingerfucking
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~500
When Blaine had first propped Kurt on his dining room table, naked, hard, and wanting, whispering filthy words about eating Kurt for dinner, he had expected a blow job, not…this.
Blaine’s tongue was hot and wet and firm and licking and pressing oh so deliciously over his hole that Kurt was ready to scream. Was he screaming? He wasn’t even sure at this point.
All he knew was that his legs were hooked over Blaine’s shoulders where he sat at the table, his tongue. Oh god his tongue, pressing and teasing and licking and god fucking damnit it was so much and so, so, so not enough.
“Blaine,” Kurt keened, biting down hard on his lip. “Please,” he begged, “more.”
Blaine drew back, mouthing over the head of Kurt’s aching cock for a moment, pinning Kurt with a heated gaze, before he lowered himself again.
Blaine’s hands, which had been rubbing relentlessly over Kurt’s ass cheeks, moved in towards his hole, wet and dripping with Blaine’s spit, and then, then those hands were spreading him, spreading him open and Blaine’s tongue was there, pressing hard and hot into his hole, and oh god Kurt could die like this.
Blaine’s tongue speared and hard and wet, fucked into Kurt until he was an incoherent babbling mess, letting out choked sobs of pleasure as Blaine continued to ream him.
Kurt was only vaguely aware of the dull pressure of a slick finger pressing in next to Blaine’s sinful tongue, but his head snapped back against the wood table as the finger made it past the initial ring of muscle, curling in and rubbing over Kurt’s prostate.
Kurt let out a high pitched wail as a second spit-covered finger entered his body, replacing Blaine’s tongue. Blaine’s fingers fucked into him as he licked and nipped around the edges of Kurt’s stretched hole and holy fucking shit, the third finger and Blaine’s tongue. God Blaine’s tongue.
“Fuck Kurt,” Blaine growled, his voice gravely and hoarse and positively wrecked, “you look so beautiful. So hot. Oh god. Mine, fucking all mine.”
“Yes, Blaine,” Kurt managed, biting his lip at a particularly forceful thrust of Blaine’s fingers. “All yours.”
Kurt dropped a hand to the table, grabbing Blaine’s free hand, twining their fingers together as Blaine sped up the pace of his other hand.
Blaine brought their joined hands up to wrap around Kurt’s erection. Kurt groaned as their hands pumped his dick in time with the fingers in his ass. Oh shit. Fuck. Oh. God. Yes.
“Fuck me. Blaine,” Kurt begged. “Fuck me.”
Prompt: Star Wars
Rating: PG
Length: ~260
“I’m not coming out!” Kurt’s muffled voice drifted through the bathroom door to where Blaine lay, spread out across Kurt’s bed.
“Why not?” Blaine huffed.
“I look completely ridiculous,” Kurt replied and Blaine could practically see Kurt’s indignant expression, except that he couldn’t and he really, really needed to see Kurt right now.
“I’m sure that’s not true. If you can pull off 10-inch McQueen heels, I think you can handle this,” Blaine argued. He had a point and he knew it.
“I’m not coming out,” Kurt reaffirmed, his voice a little closer to the door.
“Please, just let me see it, just a few seconds, and then you can go change,” Blaine pleaded. Half a minute passed before a loud sigh came through the door.
“Fine,” Kurt huffed, “but you can’t laugh at me.”
“Promise. No laughing,” Blaine asserted and the door clicked open. Kurt slithered into the doorway, his arm coming to rest above his head.
Blaine’s jaw dropped open a little.
“See? I told you, I look ridiculous.” Kurt pushed off from the doorframe, turning to go back into the bathroom.
“No! You look amazing. Really,” Blaine insisted, reaching out to grab the red fabric of Kurt’s skirt. “Hot.”
Kurt glanced at Blaine skeptically, but allowed himself to be pulled into a kiss. Blaine groaned a little as his hands wandered over the material of the gold bikini top.
“Oh Blaine, you are so weird,” Kurt whispered as he pulled back.
“Call me Han,” Blaine growled. Kurt snorted, grinning.
“You are so lucky I love you.”
“I know.”
Prompt: Guitar
Rating: G
Length: ~130
Kurt loved days like this. They didn’t happen all that often, so Kurt cherished the times when they did, when he could sit in his living room, their living room, as he worked on a garment for school, while Blaine strummed along on his guitar.
He loved that they worked like this. Quiet and peaceful, just existing together without the need to punctuate silences with needless chatter. No, they were both content to just work, and love, and be.
Blaine’s fingers tripped over a few notes as he worked out a nameless tune, eyes closed, just feeling the music. Kurt glanced up at him, watching the late afternoon sun play across his face, dusting over his gloriously long eyelashes to his full lips.
Yes, Kurt loved days like this.
Prompt: Phone sex/dirty talk
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~260
Bluetooth was the best fucking invention ever, Blaine thought idly with his earpiece curled around his ear as one hand fisted his hard cock, the other was free to roam, pressing slick fingers into his hole.
“Oh god Kurt, I can feel you,” Blaine panted, his hoarse voice barely daring to reach above a whisper.
“Yes Blaine, feel me. Feel me shoving my cock in you,” Kurt growled. Blaine swallowed a groan as he pumped his fingers in and out of his ass.
“Fuck me, Kurt,” Blaine begged. Kurt’s breathing hitched and Blaine could hear the way Kurt’s hand sped up, as if that weren’t enough to send little sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine, then Kurt’s deliciously low growl certainly was.
“Yes Blaine. I’m fucking you, god. I’m fucking you so hard,” Kurt bit out, his voice strained and tight. So close.
“So close,” Blaine managed to gasp. His hips snapped his cock through the tight ring of his fist as he fucked himself down on his fingers, brushing along the sensitive bud of nerves every few strokes.
“Come for me. Come from my cock. Come,” Kurt commanded and Blaine let out a choked moan as he whipped his head back into his pillows, his spine arching a little as he rode out his release.
“Oh god Blaine,” Kurt moaned in his ear, a coil of heat surging through Blaine’s stomach as Kurt groaned his name through climax.
Prompt: Blaine speaking Italian
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~315
“Mi metto la sciarpa attorno al collo.” Blaine’s velvety voice broke through the silence and Kurt’s head snapped up from his calculus homework, staring across the kitchen table at his boyfriend. Blaine’s forehead knitted in concentration as he repeated the phrase, a little more confidently. “Mi metto la sciarpa attorno al collo.”
Kurt gaped at him, letting the rolling syllables of Blaine’s near flawless Italian wash over him.
“Cosa fai per i fine settimana?” Blaine tested as he glanced up, catching Kurt’s gaze. ”Che?”
“What?” Kurt asked. Blaine chuckled.
“I was trying to ask you the same thing.”
“Oh.” Kurt blushed. Blaine reached across the table, running his fingers over Kurt’s hand.
“Che?” Blaine asked and Kurt’s blush deepened.
“I, uh, I like,” Kurt started, his voice half an octave higher than he would have liked. He cleared his throat, attempting at some semblance of dignity, goodness knows the lovely shade of magenta his face had turned likely wasn’t helping him. “I like it when you speak Italian.”
Blaine laughed, full-bodied and joyous, not making fun, just entertained, though that didn’t stop Kurt from trying to pry his hand from Blaine’s grasp.
“Ti piace quando parlo italiano?” Blaine asked. Kurt’s mouth ran dry and before either of them knew what was happening, Kurt had rounded the table and was kissing Blaine more fiercely than he ever had before.
Several minutes later the boys parted a little more breathless and a little less put together when the front door opened and the telltale sound of Burt’s footsteps entered the house.
“Lo prendo come un sì,” Blaine teased as Kurt settled back into his seat.
“Okay seriously Blaine, you can’t do that.”
“Do what?” Blaine smirked, actually smirked at Kurt.
“Fine. You want to play dirty? Deux personnes peuvent jouer à ce jeu.” Kurt raised an eyebrow, allowing a soft smile as Blaine groaned in frustration.
Ratings: G - NC-17
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not Glee, not the characters.
Notes: So I opened my Tumblr ask to 1SM prompts and got...quite a response. This is the first part of my fills, I still have a fair amount of them to do, but wanted to get these up here.
Prompt: Blaine is trying to do homework at Kurt's desk. Kurt isn't.
Rating: R
Length: ~260
“Kurt stop! I’m trying to study,” Blaine whined trying to pull his neck away from his boyfriend’s far too talented mouth.
“What? I’m helping,” Kurt insisted as he pressed firm kisses along Blaine’s jaw.
“How is this helping me learn French?” Blaine asked, attempting to go over his imparfait conjugations. Kurt hummed against his skin, gliding his mouth to fit over Blaine’s.
Blaine’s eyes fluttered closed as Kurt’s tongue dipped into his mouth and he let himself revel in the hot, wet press of Kurt’s tongue in his mouth before pulling back.
“Not helping,” Blaine stated, fixing Kurt with an unamused, if slightly flushed, stare.
“What, it’s French.” Kurt grinned, his hands sliding over Blaine’s sides, tongue dipping down, just below Blaine’s ear. Blaine bit back a groan as Kurt nipped at the sensitive skin.
“Stop,” Blaine insisted, a little breathless.
“En français,” Kurt whispered, his tongue sliding over the shell of Blaine’s ear. Blaine let out a shaky moan.
“Arrête,” Blaine growled.
“Non,” Kurt bit out, his hands gliding over Blaine’s thighs and over his growing erection. Blaine’s head lolled back against Kurt’s shoulder and Kurt took advantage of the exposed skin, his mouth biting and sucking marks into Blaine’s collarbone.
“Qu’est-que tu veux?” Kurt palmed Blaine’s erection hard.
“K-kurt,” Blaine stuttered, begging.
“Tu veux le petit mort?” Kurt whispered, his lips wet against Blaine’s jaw. It took Blaine a moment to translate through the fog of his arousal. Le petit mort, the little death. How appropriate.
“Oui,” Blaine gasped, begging. “Oui.”
“Très bon,” Kurt purred.
This one got a follow-up prompt from someone, so I'm posting them together.
Prompt: Rimming & Fingerfucking
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~500
When Blaine had first propped Kurt on his dining room table, naked, hard, and wanting, whispering filthy words about eating Kurt for dinner, he had expected a blow job, not…this.
Blaine’s tongue was hot and wet and firm and licking and pressing oh so deliciously over his hole that Kurt was ready to scream. Was he screaming? He wasn’t even sure at this point.
All he knew was that his legs were hooked over Blaine’s shoulders where he sat at the table, his tongue. Oh god his tongue, pressing and teasing and licking and god fucking damnit it was so much and so, so, so not enough.
“Blaine,” Kurt keened, biting down hard on his lip. “Please,” he begged, “more.”
Blaine drew back, mouthing over the head of Kurt’s aching cock for a moment, pinning Kurt with a heated gaze, before he lowered himself again.
Blaine’s hands, which had been rubbing relentlessly over Kurt’s ass cheeks, moved in towards his hole, wet and dripping with Blaine’s spit, and then, then those hands were spreading him, spreading him open and Blaine’s tongue was there, pressing hard and hot into his hole, and oh god Kurt could die like this.
Blaine’s tongue speared and hard and wet, fucked into Kurt until he was an incoherent babbling mess, letting out choked sobs of pleasure as Blaine continued to ream him.
Kurt was only vaguely aware of the dull pressure of a slick finger pressing in next to Blaine’s sinful tongue, but his head snapped back against the wood table as the finger made it past the initial ring of muscle, curling in and rubbing over Kurt’s prostate.
Kurt let out a high pitched wail as a second spit-covered finger entered his body, replacing Blaine’s tongue. Blaine’s fingers fucked into him as he licked and nipped around the edges of Kurt’s stretched hole and holy fucking shit, the third finger and Blaine’s tongue. God Blaine’s tongue.
“Fuck Kurt,” Blaine growled, his voice gravely and hoarse and positively wrecked, “you look so beautiful. So hot. Oh god. Mine, fucking all mine.”
“Yes, Blaine,” Kurt managed, biting his lip at a particularly forceful thrust of Blaine’s fingers. “All yours.”
Kurt dropped a hand to the table, grabbing Blaine’s free hand, twining their fingers together as Blaine sped up the pace of his other hand.
Blaine brought their joined hands up to wrap around Kurt’s erection. Kurt groaned as their hands pumped his dick in time with the fingers in his ass. Oh shit. Fuck. Oh. God. Yes.
“Fuck me. Blaine,” Kurt begged. “Fuck me.”
Prompt: Star Wars
Rating: PG
Length: ~260
“I’m not coming out!” Kurt’s muffled voice drifted through the bathroom door to where Blaine lay, spread out across Kurt’s bed.
“Why not?” Blaine huffed.
“I look completely ridiculous,” Kurt replied and Blaine could practically see Kurt’s indignant expression, except that he couldn’t and he really, really needed to see Kurt right now.
“I’m sure that’s not true. If you can pull off 10-inch McQueen heels, I think you can handle this,” Blaine argued. He had a point and he knew it.
“I’m not coming out,” Kurt reaffirmed, his voice a little closer to the door.
“Please, just let me see it, just a few seconds, and then you can go change,” Blaine pleaded. Half a minute passed before a loud sigh came through the door.
“Fine,” Kurt huffed, “but you can’t laugh at me.”
“Promise. No laughing,” Blaine asserted and the door clicked open. Kurt slithered into the doorway, his arm coming to rest above his head.
Blaine’s jaw dropped open a little.
“See? I told you, I look ridiculous.” Kurt pushed off from the doorframe, turning to go back into the bathroom.
“No! You look amazing. Really,” Blaine insisted, reaching out to grab the red fabric of Kurt’s skirt. “Hot.”
Kurt glanced at Blaine skeptically, but allowed himself to be pulled into a kiss. Blaine groaned a little as his hands wandered over the material of the gold bikini top.
“Oh Blaine, you are so weird,” Kurt whispered as he pulled back.
“Call me Han,” Blaine growled. Kurt snorted, grinning.
“You are so lucky I love you.”
“I know.”
Prompt: Guitar
Rating: G
Length: ~130
Kurt loved days like this. They didn’t happen all that often, so Kurt cherished the times when they did, when he could sit in his living room, their living room, as he worked on a garment for school, while Blaine strummed along on his guitar.
He loved that they worked like this. Quiet and peaceful, just existing together without the need to punctuate silences with needless chatter. No, they were both content to just work, and love, and be.
Blaine’s fingers tripped over a few notes as he worked out a nameless tune, eyes closed, just feeling the music. Kurt glanced up at him, watching the late afternoon sun play across his face, dusting over his gloriously long eyelashes to his full lips.
Yes, Kurt loved days like this.
Prompt: Phone sex/dirty talk
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~260
Bluetooth was the best fucking invention ever, Blaine thought idly with his earpiece curled around his ear as one hand fisted his hard cock, the other was free to roam, pressing slick fingers into his hole.
“Oh god Kurt, I can feel you,” Blaine panted, his hoarse voice barely daring to reach above a whisper.
“Yes Blaine, feel me. Feel me shoving my cock in you,” Kurt growled. Blaine swallowed a groan as he pumped his fingers in and out of his ass.
“Fuck me, Kurt,” Blaine begged. Kurt’s breathing hitched and Blaine could hear the way Kurt’s hand sped up, as if that weren’t enough to send little sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine, then Kurt’s deliciously low growl certainly was.
“Yes Blaine. I’m fucking you, god. I’m fucking you so hard,” Kurt bit out, his voice strained and tight. So close.
“So close,” Blaine managed to gasp. His hips snapped his cock through the tight ring of his fist as he fucked himself down on his fingers, brushing along the sensitive bud of nerves every few strokes.
“Come for me. Come from my cock. Come,” Kurt commanded and Blaine let out a choked moan as he whipped his head back into his pillows, his spine arching a little as he rode out his release.
“Oh god Blaine,” Kurt moaned in his ear, a coil of heat surging through Blaine’s stomach as Kurt groaned his name through climax.
Prompt: Blaine speaking Italian
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~315
“Mi metto la sciarpa attorno al collo.” Blaine’s velvety voice broke through the silence and Kurt’s head snapped up from his calculus homework, staring across the kitchen table at his boyfriend. Blaine’s forehead knitted in concentration as he repeated the phrase, a little more confidently. “Mi metto la sciarpa attorno al collo.”
Kurt gaped at him, letting the rolling syllables of Blaine’s near flawless Italian wash over him.
“Cosa fai per i fine settimana?” Blaine tested as he glanced up, catching Kurt’s gaze. ”Che?”
“What?” Kurt asked. Blaine chuckled.
“I was trying to ask you the same thing.”
“Oh.” Kurt blushed. Blaine reached across the table, running his fingers over Kurt’s hand.
“Che?” Blaine asked and Kurt’s blush deepened.
“I, uh, I like,” Kurt started, his voice half an octave higher than he would have liked. He cleared his throat, attempting at some semblance of dignity, goodness knows the lovely shade of magenta his face had turned likely wasn’t helping him. “I like it when you speak Italian.”
Blaine laughed, full-bodied and joyous, not making fun, just entertained, though that didn’t stop Kurt from trying to pry his hand from Blaine’s grasp.
“Ti piace quando parlo italiano?” Blaine asked. Kurt’s mouth ran dry and before either of them knew what was happening, Kurt had rounded the table and was kissing Blaine more fiercely than he ever had before.
Several minutes later the boys parted a little more breathless and a little less put together when the front door opened and the telltale sound of Burt’s footsteps entered the house.
“Lo prendo come un sì,” Blaine teased as Kurt settled back into his seat.
“Okay seriously Blaine, you can’t do that.”
“Do what?” Blaine smirked, actually smirked at Kurt.
“Fine. You want to play dirty? Deux personnes peuvent jouer à ce jeu.” Kurt raised an eyebrow, allowing a soft smile as Blaine groaned in frustration.