A/N: trying to get back into writing after my lil pause and tiny mental breakdown.💅 since my mom didn’t allow me to study Spanish in high school, I had to study German instead and as a result I never learned either of them. Which is why the Spanish is most likely not grammatically correct- sorry! English is already a struggle lmao
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“Maybe I’ll go to Price then!”
Valeria stopped. You watched her stand completely still for a full second before she turned around, staring right at you, like a cat taking in its prey, considering how to attack.
You had planted a bomb, both of you knew; it was only a matter of time before it would explode and you really wanted it to explode in a certain way.
The light from the sunset painted your leader with sharp, warm colors and like this, your girlfriend looked dangerous… or well, more than usual. Valeria’s hair was pulled back into a small ponytail like she tended to have these days, her hands curling into fists.
You would all have to lie low in a little while - it would be a couple of days at the very least, so you wanted her. No, you wanted her to want you. Right now , with the time finally here and not later, so really, she shouldn’t be leaving for a meeting.
She would be back, you knew that, but you were impatient. Desperate. She never liked when you were impatient - at the least, she pretended not to. Deny deny deny, but you knew her. You had followed her for months after she picked you up, only in the field at first but also in the bedroom for a couple of weeks now.
“Yeah?” There was a mean tone to her voice but a slight amusement too - like she was daring you to continue with whatever plan you had, “why do you think he would want to deal with you, cariño?
You tipped your chin up, crossed your arms, knowing full well you were stepping into dangerous territory- but fuck it, if Valeria didn’t want to give you what you wanted, then why couldn’t you just go somewhere else? Make her think about how she treated you, worry about losing you.
You wanted her. You wanted the bomb you had planted to explode, for her hands to be on your body in one way or another.
“Treat me right,” you snapped back, “he would treat me right and fuck me hard and—“
“Tienes que tener cuidado ahora, cariño.” You had never been great at Spanish - but you didn’t need to know exactly what she said to know it was a warning. Valeria took a step closer, her voice not raised, “are you that stupid?”
You frowned; the warning has made a rush of heat go through your body but the last part created sparks of anger.
“At least he won’t ignore me,” you answered, squaring up to your leader and lover, “he will probably fuck me better than —“
The bomb exploded so fast you barely realised it. One second you were ready to call her out and taunt the beast but the next she was on you, tackling you to the carpet of the small motel room.
“Va-“ you didn’t manage to say her name before she slapped you, a surprised sound leaving you as she settled on top of you, her entire weight on your hips and lower stomach.
“If you want attention, Mi Amor-,” she pressed her hand over your mouth, leaned over you as she looked down at you; a feline with its prey caught in its claws, ready to kill, “-then you tell me. You don’t act like an ungrateful, childish brat.”
Your answer was a muffled mess into her palm and before she moved her hand, you dared to bite into it. She hissed something in anger and then the world turned.
One moment you were on your back, the next you were on your stomach.
You actually fought her now. Not properly, no - it wasn’t actually about that. It was about something else you couldn’t describe. A confirmation of her still wanting you.
You yelped at every spank and your cheeks burned after the tenth, your body still a bit tense even as she stopped.
“Will you behave, cariño?”
She was calm. You barely considered it for a full second before answering a stubborn, “no.”
Her hand sunk into your hair, nails scratching your head as she got a foot grip down by your roots.
“You’re testing my patience, pet,” she muttered, hand running along your bare ass. Valeria had done the bare minimum, merely pulling your pants and underwear down just so your ass was exposed - and then no more.
She began to spank you again, the pattern that had been in her hits before now gone; instead it was chaotic, something your couldn’t guess and prepare for, forcing you to just take it.
The carpet wasn’t the nicest, it wasn’t fluffy enough for you to grab onto it, but your fingers still tried out of desperation.
Valeria wasn’t actually upset with you - just like you weren’t exactly upset with her. You wanted this, just like she did. The disobedience, the punishment, the way you would submit to her and be sweet. Control. You liked giving it up, even if Valeria had to fight for it a bit.
You would probably get told that you could just have used your words later, but you didn’t care.
When she finished your ass was burning and tears streamed down your face.
But there was no comfort - not yet.
Valeria left then. You were tied up, shins to thighs, keeping your legs spread and hands tied to the railing of the bed; a vibrator stuffed into your panties, secured with a piece of Dutch tape because she was a mean bitch.
When she finally returned, you weren’t sure if it had been a single hour or several. It didn’t matter. You had almost soaked the bed, your mind an absolute mess. You instantly recognised her voice, keening while tears streamed down your face, the vibrating toy painful against your poor, abused clit.
“You’ll behave now, won’t you, cariño?”
“Yes yes yes yes —“
Her words melted together when she touched a remote you didn’t know she had, the vibrations suddenly harder. You came with a pathetic, high pitched howl before it suddenly turned off.
The sudden stop somehow hurt, sobs leaving you and you couldn’t hear her words properly again. It even took you a second to realise that she wasn’t alone.
Though your sight was blurry from the tears, you recognised him; smoke escaping mouth after another drag of his cigarette, voice dark in a way you hadn’t heard before.
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You watched loki fighting on the tv screen in his dressing room but you looked away as soon as you saw him making his opponent bleed. You hate the sight of it, it makes you want to hurl. He did look hot though, you could see the crowd going absolutely wild everytime he threw around his opponent so easily.
You turned the tv off and walked around the room, you saw his locker and you twisted it, you weren't expecting it to be unlocked so you proceeded to close it quickly but your eyes fell upon the picture of a woman, he placed it behind the locker's door, the woman had light brown hair and she looked very pretty, you could tell that the picture was folded in half before he sticked it there, you wondered who this woman is, she didn't seem like a girlfriend, looked older than him, not much though.
You closed his locker and sprawled down on the couch, then your mind wandered towards loki, did he fuck other women right on this couch? He must right?
You didn't get to sleep much last night, so you laid down and closed your eyes just for a second. You didn't even realise when you fell asleep.
When loki came back after the fight, he was huffing and puffing, adrenaline coarsing through his veins and usually he would calm himself down with some random fuck sesh but you were waiting for him so he can't do that, when he saw you sleeping on the couch so peacefully, something stirred inside him, he was already horny and you were not helping him at all. He wanted to wake you up and fuck you slowly against the wall or on the couch itself, he wondered what kind of sounds he could emit from you, he was hard as fuck now. He left the room again, and a woman came running towards him
"Oh my god..loki such a great fight..I'm a huuugee fan.." loki interrupted her as he grabbed her hand and took her somewhere isolated "Tell me that you want me to fuck you" he trapped her against the wall and she bit on her lips "godd yess please, I have heard alot about you" that's all he needed to hear, as soon as he had her consent he didn't wait a second more, he pulled her panties down from underneath her skirt and she was already gushing. "Got a rubber?" He asked her and she pulled one out of her bra, he put it on quickly and plunged inside her, he was already sweaty from the fight but she didn't care, infact she leaned into him and licked the sweat off from the dip between his neck.
She put her head up to kiss at him but she couldn't reach him, he chuckled and picked her up effortlessly and thrusted into her again, reminded him of the fact that you're even shorter than her, the top of your head ends up on his chest, even if you'd tip toe you won't be able to kiss him, she kissed him desperately and he snapped out of his thought, he had to cum soon and get back to you, but he wanted to show this woman a good time too, he didn't even know her name yet but that wasn't important. She moaned loudly in his ears and he was thankful he brought her out here where they won't be heard .
She raised her hands up to run through his head and he grabbed it quickly "Don't mess with it, It had to stay" he warned her and she put her hands down, why did he react like that? It's not like it could stay like that forever. But you made it for him "Go on cum for me, you know you want to desperately, this is what you came for hmm? Paid one fifty dollars to get fucked against the wall" He whispered in her ears and she came so hard around him but he still didn't reach his peak yet. He pulled out of her and put her down once she was okay with standing up on her feet "Let me make you cum baby" she went down on her knees, and she removed the condom, throwing it in the corner before she took him in her mouth, he groaned as he felt her moving her head back n forth, she was good with her mouth, he placed his arms on the wall and closed his eyes as he felt the sensation building up
Then he imagined you on your knees in front of him, your plump lips sucking him in slowly, your eyes looking up at him innocently as he would make you be so filthy for him, things he would subject you to, his depravity had no limits and he would train you to do whatever he would want you to do and you'd do it right? You'd be his good girl, his perfect little pet. As he came inside her mouth, he put his head down on the wall, his own dirty thoughts about you made the orgasm more intense for him. After she cleaned him up with her mouth as best as she could, he pulled his pants up, he had to go see you now "Ummm I sent you a dm on Instagram please check, we can have more fun like this loki, I know you enjoyed that"
She winked at him and she ran her nails all over his chest so he smiled "I'm sure if you have heard of me, you know my rule darling, one time only" he winked at her and she looked at him, she felt greatly offended "Whatever, I have a boyfriend anyways" she stomped on her feet and left, he was used to reactions like that, he really didn't care, they always expected to sweep him off his feet with good sex but after sleeping with countless of women he really didn't care much of it. Most of them were into him because he was rich and famous, and he knew he was attractive as fuck.
When he reached his dressing room, you were still sleeping, so he took a quick shower and washed his hair, he liked it when you did his hair for him today, after he was done he came out, he towel dried it and combed his wet hair softly to get rid of the tangles. He kept his eyes fixed on your sleeping form, truth to be told he felt like a pervert but you seemed so vulnerable, he put on a black t-shirt and pants and then walked towards you, as he sat down on his knee in front of you, a small smile formed on his lips, he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ears and you opened your eyes slowly, you looked at him, his hair wet, that black t shirt was so tight on him, he looked angelic, then you realised where you were and you sat up quickly "I'm so sorry I fell asleep" you mumbled and he stood up, fuck he was taller than a damn tower.
"Don't have to apologise, you hungry?" He asked you as he went back to combing his hair "Yeah did you win?"
"What do you think?" He chuckled
Ofcourse. Why so dumb y/n? But how does he win all the time? Are other fighters just amateurs?
"Did the bun stay?"
"It didn't, might have to punish you for that sweet thing" he winked at you and you blushed furiously at that "I'm joking, it did stay throughout the fight, thank you and we'll done" he pulled half of his hair up in a ponytail and secured it with a tie while the rest of it flowed down on his back, damn how could he look so pretty but masculine as fuck at the same time?
"Get up, I'm taking you to dinner" he told you and you got up quickly. Wait dinner? Why does it sound like a date? It's not a date right? You just got out of a three year long relationship and even though you feel ashamed to admit it, you'd go back to him if he would come back and apologise, you miss him in your life, you miss how happy you used to be with him. You loved being a girlfriend "Ummm what do you mean by dinner?" He was packing his personal belongings in a small duffel bag so he looked up as he heard you "Oh y/n, have you never had dinner?" He chuckled and you rolled your eyes "Follow me birdy"
You followed him like a puppy as soon as he ordered you and you walked a few steps behind him until you got outside the main building, when his car approached, he held the door open for you like a gentleman and you got inside. Just like last time, he sat so close to you, his one hand situated on the head of your seat while he tilted himself towards you
"I noticed the accent, are you british?" You asked him, he sounded english "You could say that" why does he answer every question like that ? "Where are we going?" You asked him and he scooted even closer to you if it was possible "A place I dine at frequently, Milidiar, heard of it?" You nod your head in yes and you felt nervous as he kept his eyes on you "Take your girlfriends there?" You asked him and he chuckled "Oh birdy, you think this is a date?" He asked you and you just stared at him like a dumbass, he brought his hand down and rubbed your cheek with the back of his index finger slowly.
A little touch made you shiver, and you could feel yourself arousing, why did he make you feel that way? Jack could never, you didn't even feel this aroused even when he would kiss you or make out with you. Then his finger trailed over your lips and you closed your eyes as you gasped a little, your mouth opened slightly and he was so tempted to push his finger inside your warmth, have you suck on it, give himself a little taste of how you'd look sucking on his cock. But he didn't, instead he snaked his hand behind your neck and pulled you into him, few inches away from his face, you gasped more at the action. Fuck he loves the look on your face right now. You felt so uncomfortable between your legs and he could see you squirming on the seat.
"When I ask you a fucking question, never ever ignore me, understand? You're always going to answer me" His voice so husky and deep, it melted in your ears, he scared you a little but then why did you feel so hot? "Yesss..loki" you mumbled softly and he wanted to take you right there and make you submit to him willingly "Now say sorry to me like a good girl, you can't be distracted when I'm talking to you right ?" he rubbed his thumb against your cheek as he spoke, the more he talked down on you, the hotter you felt, felt so light, so floaty, you wanted more of whatever this was. You have never felt like this before.
"I'm sorry" you said meakly and he wanted to push you down on the back seat and take you right here in this moving car, the soundproofed partition would come in handy finally, you're a natural sub, he doesn't even have to train you much, you'd drop down on your knees without asking any questions if he just asked you sternly, all he had to do was rub your cheeks or caress your head and you'd follow his every command like a obedient little puppy.
He was glad you had never met any other men like him before or they'd use you or you'd be taken advantage of, he wanted to have you right now but a girl like you, you'd regret that, you'd regret all of this, you're not ready for a man like him "That's a good girl" he kissed your forehead, and then he moved away from you, leaving you all hot and bothered. You took a deep breath and looked out the window, what did just happen? What was this feeling you felt? Why did you want to kiss him in the moment? Why did you want him to do more to you? It's not you, you don't have sex with someone you're not emotionally attached to so why he made you feel so hot for him?
You didn't get much time to ponder over the situation as you reached the classy 5 star restaurant, the manager greeted him and asked him if he wanted his usual table but loki told him that he would want something more private since he had a lady with him. You were the lady. When you both sat down he didn't take his eyes off you. You seemed so confused with the menu, everything looked so expensive and dish had weird names, he was rich as fuck but you were not, this wasn't a date but he brought you here, were you splitting the bill ? You had no idea, he felt your nervousness and kind of enjoyed it.
"Like the place?" He asked you and you looked up from the menu "Too fancy shmancy but yeah I like the ambience" he chuckled as he heard you, you kept turning the pages of the menu card and he tilted his head "Can't even order for yourself hmm? Need me to do that for you sweetheart?" You seemed so lost, so he asked you softly and you nod in yes, fuck this is why he's so determined to make you his pet, sometimes you're so ditzy and it makes him want to ruin you in every sense of the word "Pass me the menu darling" he had one placed right in front of him but he asked for yours, Since you couldn't decide on what to eat he ordered for both of you.
You ate in silence once your food got on the table, he asked you if you wanted a drink but you refused, after dinner he ordered dessert for you while he sipped on his wine "What do you think is happening here birdy?" He asked you and you stared at him, you had to answer him, he told you to answer him and he called you a good girl when you...wait why did you care about that? "I ..uhh.. have no Idea, I just got out of a long term relationship and I'm still not over him" you told him honestly and he smiled at you. Still not over him? He wondered how well you were treated by him to be still not over him, even after he cheated on you and broke up with you over the phone, you still want that dumbass?
He paid the bill and then he walked you out of the restaurant, the car was waiting for you both "Did you eat?" you asked heimdall as you sat inside and they both looked at you in surprise, nobody ever asks him that except loki, especially his women "I did miss, thank you for asking" he pulled the partition up and started to drive towards your apartment, you were thankful Tonya was at her parent's house for the weekend or she would ask questions. She was nosy like that.
You felt loki's hand playing with your hair and you looked at him "So what is happening here?" You asked him the same question and he scooted closer to you "Just go with the flow darling, you think too much, I'm not bound to you, and you're not mine..yet. Am I providing you an ample distraction from your ...heart break situation?" He raised your chin up so you could look him right in the eyes as you answer "Yeahh.." you whispered faintly and he smiled at you "Good enough for me darling"
He rubbed his fingers on your cheeks again and you leaned into the touch, you wanted him to kiss you, you started to feel that tingling sensation all over again, and he wasn't even doing anything overtly sexual, just caressing your cheek, you squeezed your thighs and it didn't go unnoticed by him.
He let go of you as you reached your apartment, he asked you to stay in and he stepped out of the car then he opened the door for you, Heimdall waited for him as he walked you towards your building "I had fun today" you stepped on the stairs and he smiled at you, he was still taller somehow but you could get on your tip toes and kiss him if you wanted to. He watched you staring at his lips and he got closer to the stairs, he stepped on it and now he was even taller than before, even though he stood one step below you "Want to kiss me pretty girl?" He looked down at you and you looked up at him innocently, you did want to feel his lips on you. He cupped your cheeks and you nod in yes "Do it then" he whispered in your ear and you felt his fingers running through your scalp, you closed your eyes at the sensation.
"Don't make me wait" he whispered again, his eyes never leaving you "I ..don't wanna disappoint you" you said to him meakly, ever since jack told you you were not good in bed, it has been eating you up from inside, and he was shocked at your statement, Why would you say that? "Have kissed a man before right?" He asked you as he pulled you into him by holding your waist and you put your head down on his chest "I have..I'm not a virgin..just... nervous and " fuck you're so adorable like this, he was so confused between protecting you and fucking you, maybe he can do both, he lifted your chin up to look at him, you have never felt so horny, intimidated and nervous all at the same time.
"Let me be the judge of that" he looked at you right into your eyes as yours teared up from all the feelings "Kiss me y/n, don't make me say it again okay?" you got on your tippy toes but you still couldn't reach him, should have worn heels probably for this giant man "So tiny..look at you, struggling to even get to me" he wasn't mocking you nor did he intend to, he adored how tiny you looked next to him, so he picked you up with his arms around your waist as if you weighed nothing and then you kissed him. As soon as your lips met with his, you felt it, is this what they talk about in movies? The spark, the electricity, he tasted sweet, like wine, you sucked on his lower lips and he moaned into you mouth. He licked your lips with his tongue and you felt your whole body tingling at the touch. You let out a loud open mouth moan at that, and he pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him desperately.
You sounded better than he could have imagined, your voice so sweet, you taste so good, you felt so small in his arms, you would melt into a puddle if he would go any further than this. But he wanted you to crave him, he wanted you to get addicted to him like he was getting addicted to you, he wanted you to forget all about that loser ex of yours, and to only think of him, to yearn for his mere touch. He wanted to drive you crazy for him in the best way possible, by the time he would be done with you, you'd be his physically, emotionally, mentally, he needed you to submit yourself to him completely, he was going to own your whole fucking existence and he would make sure you are on your knees begging him to do so, begging him to fuck you, to corrupt you slowly, to own you, to turn you into his perfect little pet, his plaything, yeah he was going to wreck you.
When you finally pulled away, you both were panting and breathing heavily, he put you down and grabbed your chin "Free tomorrow?" He asked you sternly and you looked at him, answer quickly y/n, and maybe he would call you his good girl again, fuck you felt embarassed of your own thoughts "Yess, have a day off" He asked you yesterday on call what you did for living and he was impressed to say the least, he wanted to watch you dance for him someday "Good, tomorrow be ready at 4 ..I'll pick you up" He told you and you nod your head in yes, didn't even ask him where he would take you. He could take you wherever he wanted, do whatever he desires and you won't even stop him it seems. So gullible. So trusting.
You turned around to go in but then he grabbed your wrist,
"You could never disappoint me y/n" he pulled you back into him as he spoke further "Even if somehow you would, I would teach you to do better okay? Just be a good girl and share your matter of concerns with me" You turned to look at him and smiled, you wanted to be a good girl, his good girl "Good night Loki" he smiled as he heard you.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine navigate their relatively new D/S relationship, making mistakes along the way,
Takes Place between Discovery and Life and Love
Life: Discovery/ Life and Love
A New Life: (Mpreg part of verse): Sickness / Master of Arts
AO3 / FF
Elliott shook his head concerned as he loosened the silk scarf around Blaine’s elbow “You’ve got to always be aware of the pressure you’re putting on his limbs.” Elliott explained. “You might sprain or break something.”
Kurt nodded thoughtfully redoing Blaine’s arm the correct way, making sure this time it wasn’t as tight. “When are you going to show me how to suspend him?” His let his mind drift to the images he’d seen while he did research. He enjoyed imagining Blaine’s face on all the subs comfortable relaxed with their bodies supported by only rope.
“I’m not.” Elliott said amused. “That’s something you need to learn slowly. You’re just learning how to use rope. Imagine what would happen if you made a mistake with him up in the air. You could seriously injure him.”
“Oh” Kurt paused as all the images suddenly turned into an uncomfortable Blaine falling out of the positions. “We definitely don’t want that. Right sweetheart?”
“No Sir,” Blaine blinked contently from his position lying on their bed, his hands together as Kurt finished bounding them there. He’d spent most of the last hour silent, letting Kurt learn. He only objected once when Elliott first arrived, not quite ready to let anyone but Kurt see his body. Kurt had conceded that as long as it didn’t infer with their learning he could wear something comfortable.
They practiced a few other restraints with the rope before Elliott was convinced Kurt knew how to do them without putting Blaine’s limbs at risk.
“Do you want to try some pain play?” Elliott asked as Kurt helped Blaine out of the rope restraint he’d just finished.
Kurt looked at Blaine thoughtfully. “No, I don’t think we really discussed it enough. We’re still writing up our contract.”
“Oh?” Elliott asked in interest. “Does that mean you might still have a collaring ceremony?” He shot Kurt a disappointed look. “Because you didn’t even invite me to your Wedding.”
“Actually, Santana didn’t invite you. If I’d known, you would have been invited.” Kurt corrected with a grin and then curiously asked “What is a collaring ceremony?”
“It be kind of like a wedding in your case, considering you two are lifelong. But it’s what it sounds like. You’d be giving Blaine a collar, and he’d give you a cuff. You sign your contra-” Elliott started to explain, but Blaine interrupted
“I get to marry my Sir again? We could do it in Central Park and-”
“sweetheart, don’t interrupt Elliott.” Kurt chided absently, his mind rushing with the same thoughts Blaine expressed. It could be like a second wedding, and this time the focus would only be on them and their pledging to their lives to each other. And he’d get to even more blatantly claim Blaine as his, not only as his husband but as his sub. “Maybe. I’d like to do some research before I say either way.” Kurt finally answered.
Elliott gave him a knowingly amused look. “Well I’m sure you have a lot to think about, if we’re done here-” Elliott moved to get his stuff. “I’ve got a date in-” He looked at his watch “3 hours. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to leave you two to it.” Elliott winked as he left the room. Just as he got to the front door he shouted out “Have fun!”
“Could we, Sir? Please” Blaine begged moving to kneel at Kurt feet, the minute Elliott was gone. He gave Kurt the best puppy dog look possible.
“Blaine, I just told Elliott I’d think about it.” Kurt sighed “I really do want to do some research. I wasn’t even aware it was a thing”
“Okay. But I vote yes.” Blaine commented with a grin as he wiggled his hand up the front of Kurt’s shirt
“Noted.” Kurt smiled “But that’s not going to change my mind about doing research, sweetheart”
Blaine’s hand found their way lower trying to undo the buttons on Kurt’s impossibly tight pants. Suddenly Blaine found himself on their bed, pinned on his stomach with Kurt’s body pressed against him.
“That’s not going to change my mind. Don’t push it.” Kurt warned, his voice low in Blaine’s ear. It absolutely would change his mind. There was nothing like the afterglow of sex and with his sub wrapped up tight in his arms for Blaine to get exactly what he wanted. He just couldn’t say no to his beautiful sub. They both knew that well.
Blaine shivered in delight. He loved when Kurt took charge like this. He usually payed for it if he didn’t listen. But he couldn’t help but want to prolong it. Especially when he could feel Kurt’s wedding ring digging into his side. He loved the feel of it against his skin when Kurt decided he need a spanking.
All thought of what they were even discussing flew out of his mind. His only thought was how to get Kurt to want to give him a spanking. He couldn’t help himself when he spoke next.
“Fine! Maybe Elliott would do it since you're so-” Blaine started his tone bratty as he tried to wriggle out from underneath Kurt.
Kurt’s grip on him tightened for a moment as he sat up and pulled Blaine with him.
“What was that?” Kurt’s voice dipped lower
“Elliott would want to do it” Blaine crossed his arms defiantly
“Clothes off, now” Kurt commanded pushing Blaine slightly to the floor.
Blaine practically tore off his clothes in excitement, remember only at the last second to fold them and set them on a chair. He fell to his knees at Kurt’s feet trying to contain his smile over getting what he wanted.
“Get up” Kurt sighed as he walked away from Blaine. He knew his sub was enjoying this far more than he should.
Blaine scrambled after him confused. But Kurt pushed him away as he looked over the toys Elliott had left for them to practice with. Whips, No. He knew that required practice or he could seriously injure his sub. A Cane? He couldn’t imagine ever doing that to Blaine. Paddle? Kurt stopped. That had potential.
Blaine’s eye widened as he saw Kurt pick up a paddle. Hadn’t he just told Elliott they weren’t ready to do that? He’d thought he’d receive a spankings. But a paddle? Kurt had never used more than his hands before. The paddle seemed appealing, but he still found himself backing up and covering his ass with his hands.
Kurt turned around to find Blaine had made his way to one of the corners.
“Uh-uh. You get over here. You act like a brat, I treat you like one.”
“But you told Elliott-” Blaine started unsure.
“Nevermind what I said to Elliott. You get over here and and lay down with your ass presented like a good sub ready to receive his punishment.” Kurt said authoritatively pointing at their bed. “Like I’d let Elliott see this.”
Blaine did what he was told, his smile turned to a frown.
“You understand what you did wrong?” Kurt asked expectantly patting Blaine’s ass once
“I purposely tried to rush an important decision by trying to start sex?”
Kurt laughed “You did try to do that. But no.”
Blaine thought for a moment. What had he implied? He thought back, focusing on what was said over how he felt. Finally it came to him.
“I said I’d run off with Elliott because I wanted to provoke you.”
“And what are you?” Kurt asked eyebrow raised
“Yours. Kurt’s sub” Blaine said smile coming back slightly
Kurt could help but lean down and kiss Blaine’s shoulder. “That’s right, sweetheart. And don’t forget it.” When he straight up his voice became more serious. “Safeword?”
“Green”
With Blaine’s confirmation Kurt started. He landed the first blow directly on the crack of Blaine’s ass. Blaine cried out in pain, but didn’t safeword so Kurt continued.
“You are mine.” The second landed on his left cheek.
The next on the right. “Only mine”
“My sub” It landed directly on Blaine’s sit spot
“My husband, My blaine”
He sprinkled the blows across Blaine’s ass for another 4 blows as he got distracted by the red marks forming there left by the paddle. He delivered 5 more blows, appreciating the design the paddle left on his perfect sub’s ass. Too focused and turned on at the state of Blaine’s gorgeous ass to realize what he was doing.
“KURT!” Blaine finally got his attention having rolled away only seconds before when he realized Kurt wasn’t actually paying attention to the punishment anymore. His face was streaked with tears. He wiped them away hoping Kurt didn’t notice quite how much he was crying.
“Blaine?” Kurt dropped the paddle in shock on the bed where Blaine used to be. “I didn’t even- Oh god. Did you safeword? I didn’t even hear you.” He willed his erection to go away as concern flooded through his body.
“No, no. It’s okay.” Blaine reassured thinking twice about sitting down next to Kurt. “I figured the scene was probably over when you started muttering about all the things you plan to do to my ass instead of what you normally do. And it did kind of hurt.”
Hurt was an understatement. Kurt did not know his own strength with that thing. He wasn’t sure the next time he’d be able to sit normally. It hurt worse than the first time they tried bottoming from the top in high school and he fell off Kurt and the bed.
“I’m so sorry honeybee. I guess I should have waited for Elliott to try any of those toys.” Kurt apologized reaching forward to pull Blaine into his arms.
Blaine thought quickly knowing how much pain he’d be in if he sat in Kurt’s lap. Even if it was one of his favorite places. He pulled Kurt over into his arms instead, resting his head against Kurt’s shoulder.
“Could we go eat?” Blaine asked trying to diffuse the situation. The pain he could deal with. Having his Husband and Dom ashamed of himself? He didn’t like that at all. Kurt should never be ashamed of himself for something Blaine more than asked for. “I made food before Elliott came over.”
“No, no. I’ve got to tend to you first.” Kurt objected. He moved to turn Blaine over so he could take stock of anything Blaine needed him to do.
“I’m fine, Sir. I promise.” Blaine stopped him hugging Kurt closer so he couldn't turn him completely over.
He was not fine. But he could handle it. He just really wanted to distract Kurt from their scene. It was his fault. He should have safe worded. He could deal with the repercussions himself.
“Okay, I guess we could go eat food. It is about dinnertime.” Kurt leaned closer kissing his forehead, then pulled himself and Blaine up from their position on the bed.
They made their way through their apartment, Blaine dropping to his knees without being asked. His need to give into his submission overpowering his want to not let Kurt see his ass. When they reached the kitchen Blaine strategically made his way over to the oven for their food. He made his way back to the table setting their plates down. He thought better to not take a seat at the table and instead kneeled next to Kurt putting his head in his lap.
Kurt instinctively ran his fingers through his sub’s hair, tugging gently on Blaine’s curls. “Sweetheart, why are you all the way down there? Come sit down and eat.”
A thrilling thought occurred to Blaine “I want you to feed me.” A shiver of delight ran through his body at his own words. He’d thought about it before, even wanted to suggest it a few times while eating. But he’d never asked Kurt to feed him. His Dom already did that with his medicine, which did bother him at first. But to do it with food. His Dom in complete control of what entered his body. That sounded amazing.
“Really sweetheart?” Kurt wondered. He’d read about Dom’s doing that for their subs. But he didn’t really think Blaine would enjoy that. He’d been irritated enough when Kurt told him that he’d be controlling his medicine back when they first started learning about Dom/sub relationships.
Blaine responded to Kurt’s question by opening his mouth expectantly.
“If you’re sure, sweetheart.” Kurt spiked a piece of melon on his fork and then delivered it to Blaine’s mouth.
Blaine exaggeratedly moaned as he chewed it making Kurt laugh.
“I know your cooking is good, but it's not sex noises good, sweetheart” Kurt smiled
“It is when I’ve got my own personal demigod feeding it to me.”
Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine’s comment feeding his sub more. He continued feeding himself and Blaine until both their plates were empty.
“Such a good sub, sweetheart. Eating everything I give you and not complaining when it took a bit longer for me to feed you.”
Blaine preened at his words, nuzzling his face against Kurt’s thigh
Kurt waited till Blaine looked back up at him to hand him their dishes. He watch Blaine carry their dishes over to the dishwasher, never turning away from him.
“How about some Netflix and cuddle?” Kurt smiled feeling content. He hadn’t realized how therapeutic feeding his sub could be. He still felt bad about earlier, but Blaine seemed no worse for wear. Blaine had been asking for it anyway.
He saw Blaine open his mouth to say something, but stopped him. Blaine had been half hard for awhile now. He’d only gotten harder while they were eating “All in good time, sweetheart. We might have to get one of those rings from the shop Elliott showed us, if you keep it up. You are the one who wanted this.”
Kurt saw Blaine’s cock noticeably twitch at his words.
“We’re going back to the shop?” Blaine asked clearly excited. “I saw few I liked there. I just didn’t want to show you in front of Elliott.”
“We’re going back to the shop” Kurt confirmed. Sometimes he wondered if all subs were as sweet and horny as his Blaine. “Now come on. I think I saw Kinky Boots on our recommendations.”
Kurt left their kitchen and went into their living room. He waited for Blaine for a minute, then looked back and saw Blaine hesitating in the doorway.
“What’s wrong, honeybee?”
“I love you, Sir” Blaine bit his lip.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” Kurt smiled fondly. “Now get your cute butt over here”
Blaine moved quickly to take his place against Kurt as the little spoon. The minute his ass touch their sofa he cried out loudly. He tried to cover it up with a cough. But Kurt knew something was up.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Kurt’s eyes narrowed. He grabbed Blaine’s waist flipping him over and gasped horrified as arousal shot through his own cock . “That is not any definition of fine, Blaine Devon!” Tears built up in Kurt’s eyes ashamed. “Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad? I’m so sorry.”
Kurt got up quickly and grabbed some ice packs from their freezer. He wrapped them in a towel and brought it over, placing them on Blaine’s ass.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kurt demanded a few tears leaking out of his eyes as he stubbornly ignored his own cock growing to attention.
“It’s okay, Sir. It’s my fault. I should have safe worded.” Blaine explained his voice low in embarrassment.
“You should have, Blaine” Kurt told him distractedly “But this wasn’t your fault at all. It’s mine.” He straightened the magazines and remotes on their coffee table. “I can’t believe I did that to you.” Kurt wiped the tears out of his eyes as he fluffed their couch pillows. “I can’t believe you didn’t even tell me.” Kurt paused. “Wait, is that why you wanted to kneel on the floor instead of sitting at the table?”
“Yes” Blaine admitted. “But I’ve wanted to do that for weeks. I just wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”
Kurt took a deep breath as he fixed the pillows on their couch. “I turned your ass black and blue, and you felt you couldn’t ask me for something?” Kurt sniffled wiping even more tears away “I’m really doing a bad job being your Dom, aren’t I?”
“No, No. Kurt. You’re doing an amazing job. It’s me.” Blaine reassured. “I’m not being your good sub.”
“Okay, I’m going to have to stop you right now, sweetheart.” Kurt sighed deeply. “You need to stop blaming yourself for everything. You didn’t do anything wrong. Except maybe not tell me about it”
Blaine shook his head in disagreement.
“I’m serious. You need to stop putting all my needs above your own. If you're hurt or sick or in need of help, you’ve got to tell me. You’re on medication for a reason, Blaine. To help stop all those bad thoughts and your instinct to blame yourself. Promise me you’ll tell me, sweetheart?”
“I promise” Blaine sighed a little insincerely.
“When we write up our contract, it’s going to be in there. So you better get used to it.” Kurt guaranteed “And if you don’t object I think I’m going to stick to my hand from now on. I don’t ever want this to happen again.”
“Unless I’m really bad” Blaine supplied
“No” Kurt disagreed
“Now that there’s ice, it doesn’t seem nearly as bad.” Blaine pouted. “And I actually like it. It makes me feel completely owned.”
“Are you sure you're okay, sweetheart?” Kurt asked allowing his arousal to become obvious.
“I’m okay, Sir.” Blaine confirmed. “I’ll just sleep on my stomach tonight. It’s just like the first time we tried me on top of you.”
“That’s not very reassuring, Blaine. If I remember correctly we both thought about taking you to the emergency room for that.” Kurt told him drily
“Thank God we didn’t” Blaine muttered, he happened to look down at Kurt and raised an eyebrow. “Speaking of sex, I think you aren’t quite as upset as you claim to be.”
“I’m still upset” Kurt blushed “I’m just appreciating the pattern.”
“Yes, the pattern, Sir” Blaine teased wiggling his ass invitingly.
"We are not having sex right now.” Kurt objected not quite believing it himself.
He stood up quickly after a minute of ignoring his sub, who was blatantly trying to put himself on display “In fact I’m going to go get our lotion. I know I still have some of that bruise lotion from when I was in the hospital.”
Blaine let himself fall back on their couch in defeat replacing the ice packs. He’d been trying to tempt Kurt all day. Ever since he told Kurt he liked it when he was told when he could come, Kurt had lessened the times he’d allow it. It been 2 days already! And they had a lot of sex. He hadn’t realized how hard it would be to let Kurt control his orgasm.
When Kurt returned, he set a few different lotions on their coffee table.
“This one really helped with the stinging.” Kurt explained as he took a seat near Blaine’s ass and removed the ice packs. He started to apply it and Blaine sighed in relief at the cold feel. He relaxed contently as Kurt massaged the lotion all over his ass. “Now this one helps with any heat.” Kurt continued “And this other is for itching.”
Blaine relaxed even further as the lotions help relieve some of the bruising pain that he’d held back from his Dom earlier.
“Feels better” Blaine confirmed.
Kurt nodded with a tiny smile and leaned in to whisper in Blaine’s ear. “I’m going to let that do its work for a few minute. Then I’m going to fuck you over this couch until you're begging to come. And we’ll have to see if I let you.”
Kurt sat back up again acting innocent like he couldn’t feel Blaine getting harder against his thigh. “Do you need anything sweetheart? Maybe some juice?”
“No thank you, Sir” Blaine wiggled excitedly
“How is NYU going?” Kurt shook his head at Blaine’s excitement. He was insatiable. They’d had sex twice before they even got out of bed this morning.
Blaine bit his lip before answering “It’s going well.”
Kurt raised his eyebrow. “Well?”
“I’ve made some friends. But…” Blaine trailed off
Kurt looked at Blaine questioningly.
“I don’t want to to tell you because you’ll want to discuss it and then you won’t fuck me.” Blaine pouted
“Are they as competitive as Nyada because I know that really bothered you.” Kurt worried ignoring Blaine’s concern.
Blaine had a tough time at Nyada do to how cutthroat most of the students were. It would be a shame if Nyu was just the same. He’d been so excited that he’d gotten in.
“No. It nothing like that.” Blaine assured “I just think I want to change majors.”
“Change Majors?” That shocked Kurt. “Why?”
“I- I happened to walk by a class during one of my breaks and I ended up listening to all of it and was almost late to Dance.” Blaine explained unsure how Kurt would feel about it. “It was a psychology class. They were discussing how music can help people like those with neurological issues to just children in general. And I thought that sounded amazing, I could be helping people by doing what I love.” Blaine continued explaining “And I know we’re supposed to become Broadway Stars together, but you’re the shining star, I’d just pale in comparison.”
“Oh honeybee. You're a shining star.” Kurt told him with a grin. The thought of Blaine with kids helping them through music was adorable. And it felt like it was meant to happen “But I think you should. I think you’d be much happier learning how to help people, than with all the divas double crossing each other for a role.”
Blaine beamed. “ I think so too.”
“You’d be like a real Patch Adams” Kurt teased “Dancing and singing around a children's ward helping them handle their illnesses.”
“Well I can’t say for sure who I’d be helping.” Blaine admitted “There’s so many people out there who need it. I could end up singing in a coma ward.”
“And your beautiful voice could be the first thing they hear in years as they wake up” Kurt gushed staring fondly down at his sub, his heart burst with love over his sub’s dedication to people.
Kurt knew he loved the stage. Blaine admitted once that it helped quell his submissive tendencies, given the praise he received. And to give that up to help people, Kurt couldn’t help but be a little surprised.
Blaine blushed at Kurt’s praise about his voice.
“God I love you so much, sweetheart. My sweet considerate sub.”
That only made Blaine blush harder “I love you too, Sir”
Kurt sighed to himself. He couldn’t fuck Blaine like this. Before it was pure lust and want. But now Kurt wanted to make love to him soft and slowly.
He took Blaine’s hand gently pulling him up. Blaine objected when he lead them away from the couch
“I thought we were going to-” Blaine pouted thinking Kurt had forgotten
“Come on, honeybee. I haven’t forgotten.” Kurt lead them back to their bedroom
Kurt wrapped Blaine up in his arms and kissed him soft and slowly, taking his time ravishing his sub.
Note: Reviews and Kudos make me very happy.
Also writing sex scenes is hard. My asexual brain struggles with them so much. So sorry for the lack of that.
