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Pairing: Kurt/Blaine

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: innocence, bp!blaine, top!kurt, bottom!blaine, squirting, sex, innocent!kurt

Word Count: 2,200

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Kurt had never had a sex ed class. It was on McKinley’s curriculum, but the classes happened when Kurt was at Dalton. Dalton didn’t have them, but everyone knew all the facts anyway. Kurt saw more porn magazines passed between the students than he did textbooks. As for Kurt though, he hadn’t a clue what ‘sex’ was really all about. He knew of course, that it was when two people touched each other, and he thinks he overheard one guy say something about going in to another person. But that was as much as he wanted to know, if he was honest. And if Burt was going to make him have ‘the talk’ it would of happened by now.

Part 2 of the And Your Machine, too!verse: "Next time?" Kurt says with a teasing voice and a raise of one eyebrow. Warnings: contains porn, by which I mean that it is porn (kinks include fucking machine, boypussy, dirty talk, double penetration, some toy usage and oversentitivity)

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Kurt knows when he’s being stared at. It’s a skill he picked up in high school.

He rolls around, and the arm he’s apprently been holding to his chest in his sleep lifts to help him at that.

Blaine’s smiling at him, a small, happy expression that makes Kurt want to preen and tell everyone within a mile-radius that he caused that.

"Were you watching me while I was sleeping?" he asks.

Blaine snorts. “In my defence, I feel really sore. It’s not creepy if I could barely make it out of bed on my own?”

Ouch. That.

Kurt’s rarely been there for this part, actually, since Chandler has his own super secret methods of curing sore pussies (his words, not Kurt’s) and it’s not like Kurt and Chandler hang out outside of work context all that much anyway.

"Does it hurt really bad?"

Blaine seems to contemplate the matter. “I’m glad that I don’t have anywhere to go today,” he says finally. “But I don’t mind that I have boxing practice tomorrow. Does that make sense?”

Part 1 of the And Your Machine, too!verse (for this GKM prompt): Anyway, Kurt certainly won’t mind that he’s going to orchestrate this guy get fucked in - quick check - approximately twenty-four minutes.

Warnings: contains porn, by which I mean it is porn (included kinks: fucking machine, boypussy, public sex, dirty talk, also oversensitivity towards the end) —- Kurt’s just coming back from the stage, having made sure that the machine works, when he walks past the couch and sees tonight’s guy for the first time. He’s been telling Puck for ages that he should just offer Chandler, their usual rider, a full-time position riding the machine cock, but for some reason Puck keeps telling him that he can’t, that it’s an administration thing or something, Kurt doesn’t much care besides the fact that Puck’s saying no. So most days, they have Chandler, who’s nice and quirky and eager to please and who their audience loves, and then some days, when Puck has managed to find someone, anyone who’s up for a ride (pun intended), they have a total stranger come in and get fucked for an hour before leaving with a wad of cash. It’s not that Kurt particularly loves Chandler’s performances or touching him during them to get the audience participating more eagerly. It’s not even that he particularly loves Chandler. Sure, Kurt likes him, he’s pleasant enough, but most of all Kurt enjoys the fact that Chandler knows what he’s doing. He’s a professional and he won’t turn up drunk (which has happened more times than Kurt can count with their one-time riders), or start sassing the audience in a way that is not sexually appealing to a bunch of men who have paid to enter Puckzilla’s Mad Sex Rodeo (happens occasionally, and yes, Kurt’s also been harassing Puck about a name change, but that’s never going to happen), or throw up all over the first row (only once, but that kind of thing tends to stick with you). Tonight’s rider doesn’t look too bad, though. Double meaning intended, because while he certainly looks professional enough for a sex show, he’s also gorgeous with his tanned skin, curly hair that he keeps trying to flatten down (Kurt takes it he usually wears product; he’s good with people’s hair) and his face. Hot damn, his face. There’s the possibility that Kurt’s just fixating on that because he can’t see much more besides his hands and feet, because the guy is certainly holding tight onto his red bathrobe.

klaine bingo prompt: library

a/n originally this was meant to be cute nerdy blaine with a crush on librarian kurt but it ended up being blaine fucking bp!kurt in a library oops (nc-17 obviously)

Blaine just smirked from his position on his knees in front of Kurt, “That’s what makes it so exciting,” he replied cheekily. He moved his head forward at that and rubbed his face gently over Kurt’s jean clad pussy, “God, I can feel how wet you are already.”

“Then don’t tease me,” Kurt hissed out, one hand going to the back of Blaine’s head to hold him in place and the other moving up to his mouth, teeth clamping over his fingers. Blaine blinked up at him, mouth brushing his clothed pussy teasingly, “Blaine.”

summary, excerpt from the GKM prompt: ”24 year old Kurt needs a new roommate because Rachel’s moving out with her fiance. Lucky Rachel happens to know someone who needs a place to live..18 year old Blaine Anderson. Blaine and Kurt become fast friends, and Blaine quickly develops a huge crush on his older, sophisticated and very very sexy roommate.” Sex ensues ~

More at the GKM Prompt here. bp!Blaine, roommates klaine.

warnings: bp!blaine, voyeurism, exhibitionism, toys, blink&you miss it slut shaming.

He knew that he was a college student, four years younger than Kurt, almost done with studies. NYU for teaching, because he has a dream and that dream was to educate.

Blaine had a rough family life that he hates to tell people – but Kurt knows that his dad and mother danced around him like he would break and were never honest with him. Knows that it still upsets him to think or talk about it sometimes, and so he doesn’t.

He knows that Blaine hates chai tea but loves coffee, so much that if one were to offer him chai tea or water he’d go with water. His favorite breakfast foods are pastries from the shop down the street and he’d never had sushi before Kurt took him out in New York.

Blaine holds a conversation well, guides a conversation when need be and hate watches bad t.v. with him. His favorite accessory is a bowtie and he wears them so much Kurt can never see one without thinking of him.

He knows that Blaine does yoga Monday and Tuesday nights, and Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday mornings.

Knows that Blaine Anderson has a pussy.

Blaine started coming to the pub more and more since the incident, and Kurt actually started finding himself looking forward to going to work. Even when he wasn’t working Blaine’s table he still found time to walk by and shoot him a smile, his stomach squirming pleasantly when he received a wink and a wave of a tentacle in return.

Sometimes during his breaks Kurt would sit with Blaine, and they’d talk. Kurt told Blaine that he’d decided to work in the monster world when it felt like the human one wouldn’t accept him no matter what he did, and Blaine shared pieces of himself as well— Nothing incredibly deep yet, but Kurt knew that Blaine was alone, that he was the only one of his kind, and that he and Kurt had that feeling in common.