once more, with feeling (SORRY IF I SENT THIS TO SOMEONE ELSE TOO LOL):
Lars getting a crush on his cute new coworker and getting... urges. Physical ones. Usually chopping wood helps him feel better but not this time, this time it's an actual ache. He can't bring himself to touch you, can barely even talk to you, and his cock feels hard all the time.
But...
He's heard there's this place in the next town over where you can get these sorts of needs seen to anonymously. So he drives over to the shitty bar and finds the hole in the bathroom wall... eases his aching cock through it, mumbling a prayer under his breath for forgiveness...
You can't hear him, but it is you on the other side of the gloryhole, sucking cocks as you try to get over the crush you have on your quiet, mustachioed coworker... because he'd never be interested in you... would he?
Wonder if you recognise him through the moans :3
Thanks for messaging me about this one and resending! It’s such a unique concept for Lars and I had so much fun writing it… let Lars be filthy and horny 😈 anyway, I've written a short ficlet!
Lars and the Glory Hole
NSFW, gn!reader, blow job, use of a glory hole (semi-public), wet dreams, longing I guess?, Lars thinking masturbation is 'sinful' + praying, crying, embarrassment, fluff, first times
Lars knows he has to do something about this. He’s hard every night, every morning and sometimes even at work when he looks at you for a bit too long. He spends more time in the bathroom waiting for the pleasurable ache to fade away than he does at his desk, and people are starting to notice.
The woodpile isn’t helping this time, and he can’t will the feelings and urges away as easily as he has in the past.
He wakes up after wet dreams more often than he’d care to admit and cries at how embarrassing it feels, but even with the mild relief of a mid-dream orgasm, it never helps the feeling to go away for long, because it’s simply not enough.
He can’t bring himself to jerk off because when he's tried it before he so guilty about it, it doesn't feel worth it.
He has to take care of it somehow, he knows he does. But how?
Lars knows about the bar at the other side of town because Kurt talks about it all the time. Kurt’s never actually used the glory hole but he’s absolutely certain it exists, he's seen it, he says, and he knows someone who used it once.
It seems to Lars that if someone else, someone anonymous who doesn't know him either, takes care of his needs for him, he's not technically doing anything sinful. It seems detached from him somehow. And since he doesn't stand a chance with you, he might as well, right?
So Lars drives across town with a furrowed brow, his cock aching so much in his trousers along the way that he can barely see straight and for a moment he considers pulling over and touching himself a bit just to be able to concentrate, but as always, he powers through.
When he arrives, he's so pent up that he leaves the door open and the key in the ignition, marches straight to the bathroom, right into the second stall like Kurt said, and there it is.
The adjoining stall was already locked shut. There’s a note scrawled on the wall: knock 3 times. 3 knocks back = good to go.
He knocks three times. He waits a few agonising moments that seem to stretch on forever, and then, finally, there are three knocks back.
Ok so he’s really doing this.
He’s nervous, he feels so dirty as he unzips that he whimpers, carefully easing his leaking cock through the hole. And then he waits, tears welling in his eyes as his cock throbs with heat against the cool air.
He mutters a prayer that he hopes the person on the other side of the divide can’t hear.
But his holy words are cut short as he feels the warm, wet relief of a mouth at the other side, taking him all the way in. A swirling tongue, a light suck with hollowed cheeks. He can't breathe. And then it’s mere seconds until it’s all over and he fills the strangers mouth with his release, groaning and slamming his fist against the cubicle wall as a wave of satisfaction crashes over him.
He’s finally sated. For now.
****
The cock that slides through the glory hole today is your first. You’d only got into this situation because you couldn’t stand dealing with your crush on Lars any longer. He’s simply perfect, everything you could ever want, but he would never be into you. You feared if you tried to talk to him you’d scare him off for good.
Your friend had joked you need to get laid to get over him, but you didn’t have an interest in a cold unfeeling exchange with some random person you didn’t know when Lars is so warm and comforting and simply everything to you.
So as her idea of a compromise, she took you to the bar where she’d had some fun in the first bathroom stall a couple of times before. She made it sound so innocent and fun and promised you’d never need to know who was on the other side, so just imagine it’s Lars and then you might get some clarity.
You weren’t sure to begin with, but at this point, you were willing to give anything a shot. Lars had looked so handsome at work today, his hair slicked back and his best sweater on, and you’d heard him chatting with Kurt about his ideal partner. But he didn’t look in your direction. Didn’t smile when you tried to get him attention walking by his stall several times. Didn’t name you when he was talking to Kurt.
So you finish your drink and wait in the stall to see if anyone appears.
It’s only right before you’re about to give up and leave that you hear the second stall click shut, the signal of three knocks, and the muttered prayer.
You almost run away, it doesn’t feel right, this just isn’t you — but… maybe if you just do it once, it’ll help you move on a little bit, somehow. Maybe. You wondered if Lars was out there somewhere right now, getting amorous with his ideal lover who so obviously isn’t you, and the searing jealousy that burned in your gut had you dropping to the floor instantly. You knock three times.
The dick you’re presented with is so pretty. It’s big, filling the hole, standing proudly up in front of you. There’s precum trickling down the sides, veins throbbing and an angry red tip, fit to burst.
You lick your lips and take the length into your mouth. The moans from the other side are frankly obscene, like something you’d hear in a porno movie, and after swirling your tongue over the tip a couple of times and hollowing your cheeks to suck, your mouth is filled with hot, thick spend.
The way they thrashed and hammered on the divide made your job easy, fucking into your mouth and cumming so fast you barely felt you’d done anything.
The raging jealousy that had pooled low in your belly was rapidly dissipating. Dropping back, you spat the strangers release into the toilet, and turned in time to catch a glimpse of a familiar blue jacket and grey trousers through the hole as the person on the other side tucked their limp cock away and got themselves together.
Surely not…
You brace yourself agaunst the divide and peer through the hole.
‘L-Lars?’ you blurt, kicking yourself as soon as you heard your own voice.
He freezes, and you swear you can hear him crying.
‘Lars it’s me… I’m sorry. I’ve never done this before. I-’
He breathes your name, sniffling and wringing his hands.
‘Listen, I need to tell you something.’
You’d already sucked him off anonymously and then made it very not anonymous. What use was keeping your crush from him at this point?
‘I’m sorry- I’m so sorry-’ he mutters, and you wince, hoping you haven’t embarrassed him beyond redemption.
But he’s using the same glory hole you are after all, so-
‘I really like you Lars. Really, really like you. And I know you’d never like me so I just did this to try and… move on, I guess. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.’
He stills, forcing his breath even.
‘You- you like me?’ he whimpers.
‘Yeah. More than I’ve liked anyone before. It’s kinda painful honestly, so-’
‘I’m only here because I like you. Is this a joke?’ he asks quietly and you wince.
‘No. It’s no joke, Lars. I’ve wanted to ask you out since my first day at Preston Industries. But I never thought- wait you like me too?’
‘… Yeah,’ he says through gritted teeth. ‘I was telling Kurt about it today… kind of.’
You unlock your stall and step out into the bathroom.
‘Get out here.’
It takes him a long moment, so many feeling and thoughts running through his body and mind he feels dizzy. But he joins you, avoiding your eye.
‘Lars, do you wanna go for dinner with me next week?’ you ask with a nervous smile.
‘I- I’d l-love to,’ he stutters. ‘Sorry about uh- y’know.’
You tilt your head. ‘About what?’
He gestures to the stall.
‘I need to tell you something else,’ you bite your lips together, bracing yourself. ‘That was my first time- my first time doing that. And I actually kinda loved it. And I’m so glad it was you.’
Lars holds his hand out to yours. You take it and he waits for a few seconds, realising it doesn’t burn. You don’t burn.
i was taking a break from tumblr but this is too important not to speak up.
all of the drama is stupid, first of all.
you're talking shit about people behind their backs when all they asked for was for you to have a little fucking common sense and some common courtesy to give them credit for their own work. you're causing insanity where it is completely unnecessary.
this community is supposed to be about kindness and support and you've shown none of that. you've been mean and shallow and rude.
so i hope you can take that attitude when it's given back to you.
and the much more important and scary part:
you're actively condoning pedophilia. there is actual EVIDENCE of you condoning pedophilia. and yet you're denying it.
and you're changing the subject to get away from it because you know you've royally fucked up.
dead dove topics are one thing, censor that and it's fine. but actively being a fucking pedophile is so far past the line.
i don't know what the fuck is wrong in your head for you to think that that's okay.
as someone who has trauma surrounding pedophilia, seeing people THAT I KNOW blatantly admitting to being into underage reader shit is fucking disgusting and abhorrent. you should be fucking ashamed of yourself and what's more you should be locked up.
nothing that you've done is okay. none of it is acceptable.
i don't know where your brains are but the lot of you should've gone and found them before you started all of this.
if you in any way think that i'm talking about you, block me.
if you think any of this is off course or you disagree with this, block me.
pedophilia and disgusting people like that have absolutely zero respect from me and have no business being on my page.
evie, jude, and anyone else dealing with this, i can only apologise. i'm so fucking sorry you have to put up with this bullshit. please know that i'm here for you and my dms are open if you need me. i love you guys.
i'm sorry this had to be said but it makes me sick to my stomach knowing that people i thought i knew are taking part in this.
Hey. I’m sorry I haven’t been on in a while. Been busy with rehearsals.
I’m honestly super nervous about all this ‘drama’ (calling it that because idk what else to call it). I’m sorry if I have done anything wrong. And for the record, I do not condone or agree with pedophilic content in real life OR fiction (when it’s romanticizing it, appropriate social commentary in fiction is another thing.)
I get scared when these things happen. Scared for victims who have to be reminded of what they’ve been through and what they are now triumphing over, scared for people who aren’t involved to get dragged in, scared I’ve done something horribly wrong. I feel selfish getting scared for myself like this, but I do. And im so sorry.
Please, if anything I’ve ever done has hurt you or is problematic, tell me. I want this to be a safe space for everyone.
I care about you guys, and I hope you have a safe and relaxing day/night/etc.
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