Dreams and Pillows

Chuck wrapped his hand around the strap of Blair's thong. He slowly, agonizingly pulled it off, running his hands down Blair's muscular thighs. As his fingers traveled upwards once more, Blair let out a moan. "Faster, Chuck. I need you." she gasped. Chuck smirked. "Do you, you little whore? How much do you need me?" he whispered. Blair answered with a groan. Then Chuck slipped his fingers inside of her and-

GASP! Blair Waldorf woke up in her soft bed, pillows strewn around her. She was hot and sweaty and gasping for breath. She couldn't believe she'd been dreaming about Chuck. Again. She should be dreaming about her OWN boyfriend, Lord Marcus. But as much as she hated to admit it, she wanted him. And she desperately wanted to pick up where her dream had left off, no matter how much of a slut it made her feel like.

"That can be arranged." called a voice from the darkness.

HOLY FUCK! Blair thought. Did she say that aloud? And why were her fantasies speaking? Blair flipped over. Next to her, in nothing but boxers and a white button down, was Chuck Bass.

Was she still dreaming? She reached out her small hand and traced the features of his perfect face.

"Chuck?" she asked in a whisper.

"The one and only," he responded. "God, I never knew you were so horny at night. If I did, I would've done this before."

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Blair asked in rage. "My mother, she could-"

"Paris." Chuck cut her off. "She left at midnight. There's a note waiting for you on the breakfast table."

"Oh. But that still doesn't change the fact that you shouldn't-"

Chuck silenced Blair's protests with a kiss. He mashed his mouth against hers, taking the words right out of her mouth. Literally.

Blair slipped her tongue into his mouth and began to take off her shirt.

"God," breathed Chuck through the kiss. "Your Lord must really suck at this. You sure picked a keeper."

"Shut up." Blair demanded. "And kiss me."

Chuck took the place of removing Blair's shirt, while she started on his. Once both of their white button-downs were on the ground, Chuck began to tug at the drawstrings of Blair's pajama bottoms, and Blair began to tug mercilessly at his boxers. He took them off, and slid her shorts down her legs. He began to finger her through the lace of her underwear, feeling the wetness on his finger.

"God Blair. You really needed this. You're so hot and ready for my cock already. Your poor Lord wouldn't know how to handle you, like I do. He doesn't know how to handle little sluts like you. Now show me how much you need me and get down on your fucking knees and blow me."

Blair nodded and licked her lips before going down on Chuck. She wound her lips around his cock, and he began to pump slowly inside and out of her mouth.

"Soon, Blair, I'll be doing this inside you. You'll like that won't you? Since your lord won't give you anything."

He pulled Blair off and settled her on his lap, and he began to suck on her nipples, nibbling here and there. Blair scratched at his back and straddled her legs around him.

"Do it now Chuck, please." Blair begged, her eyes practically rolling back in her head.

He obliged and slid inside of her wetness, pumping slowly in and out until she let out a final scream and went limp.

When Chuck was sure she was asleep, he gathered his clothes up, put them back on, and glanced at Blair's sleeping figure. He tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead.

"Goodnight B." he whispered. Then he fluffed her pillows and walked out.

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