Summary: Kurt and Blaine are in a D/s relationship. Being roommates with Rachel and Santana makes this complicated. But eventually one day, they decide to tell them…
Warnings: D/s dynamics, BDSM, eventually it will be a 24/7 thing, smut, that's really all I know for right now
A/N: Based off of this GKM prompt.
Kurt and Blaine have always incorporated D/s in their relationship (sub!Blaine), but as they grow older, the need to practice that sort of lifestyle even during their everyday life grows stronger.
The problem is, they live in the loft with Rachel and Santana and have no idea how to start a 24/7 D/s relationship with so little privacy.
They do try, because Blaine's stressed and Kurt needs relief and everything, but they find out it's impossible to do everything they need to (sometimes they have to end a punishment early, or there's not enough recovery time).
In the end, with Blaine's consent, they decide to tell Rachel and Santana. Of course they're astonished at first, so the two need to explain in detail what does their relationship consist of, that it's entirely consensual, they NEED it even, and all the things you try to make a newbie understand about BDSM.
They eventually accept and respect it, and Kurt makes sure Blaine's not an object of unfortunate puns because of his "position" in the relationship.
Want:
- a normally functioning D/s relationship without drama of sort
- At least one punishment spanking with the girls in the house. They know but they don't say anything about it, and it's really embarassing for Blaine
- Casual scenes where Blaine messes up and Kurt tells him to "go to their room" and everyone knows what's going on
- As time passes, they become more and more open and confident about their lifestyle
- Rachel and Santana end up being completely accepting
Kurt's day was perfect. Isabelle was using a few of his personal designs in a new line at Vogue and he'd aced his midterm in his Shakespeare class that he'd been incredibly worried about because it was on Henry VI and seriously, that had to be the most boring thing Shakespeare had ever written.
And then he got to come home to his perfect sub, kneeling at the foot of their bed with nothing on and his sleek black collar held loosely in his hands. Kurt smiled shrugging off his jacket and hanging it up before approaching Blaine. He took the collar from his hands and Blaine obediently lifted his chin while keeping his eyes on the floor as Kurt wrapped it around his neck and latched it. All the tension seemed to just melt out of Blaine's body as Kurt leaned down to kiss him chastely before standing again.
"Face the bed, sweet one," Kurt ordered, stripping slowly. Blaine complied. "Hands behind your back." Once again, Blaine immediately did as he was told, waiting patiently until Kurt was finished undressing. Kurt pulled out their toy box from the top shelf of the closet and chose his favorite silk black ties before returning to Blaine. He tied Blaine's wrists together and Blaine gave an experimental tig to make sure that they were secure. He then went and sat on the bed in front of Blaine.
Blaine's eyes darted to Kurt's cock inches from his face before they returned to the ground. "You can look, pet," Kurt told him, petting his hair fondly and Blaine's wide honey eyes immediately went to his face. "You may also speak, beautiful."
"Please, Sir," he begged quietly his eyes now zeroing in on Kurt's cock as he licked his lips.
"What do you want, gorgeous?" Blaine whined, straining forward but Kurt held him back with a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder. "Use your words, Blaine."
"Wanna suck you," Blaine panted, his mouth falling open in anticipation.
"Good boy," Kurt praised, releasing his hold on Blaine's shoulder, "go on."
Blaine almost fell forward in his haste, his tongue lapping at the head of Kurt's cock for a moment before he sunk around it, moaning in delight. Kurt tried to stay still, to let Blaine go at his own pace but Blaine was looking up at him with begging eyes as he bobbed his head and ran his tongue along the sensitive vein and swirled it around the head, barely dipping into the slit at the top.
Kurt's fingers threaded in Blaine's hair, so so thankful that his boyfriend had taken a shower after school and washed all the gel out, as he fucked into Blaine's throat, almost without him meaning to, but the guttural moan Blaine let out had him continuing. Blaine swallowed around him, his gag reflex practically non-existent after years of doing this.
Kurt moaned, his hips thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out.
"Close, baby," he panted and Blaine hummed, still doing his best to provide some suction each time Kurt pulled out. Kurt's hips stuttered before he came with a loud cry, releasing Blaine's hair and falling back on the bed. Blaine sucked him through it, immediately pulling off when he felt Kurt twitch in discomfort.
"You were so good, beautiful," Kurt mumbled, his body loose and sated, "my good boy."
Blaine smiled brightly, pleased that he could still reduce his Dom to a quivering mess even after all this time.
Kurt took one last deep breath before sitting back up, Blaine's eyes were still dark with lust his cock curving up beautifully toward his stomach.
Kurt smirked, "Would you like some help with that?"
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Fridays were supposed to be Broadway nights. Kurt, Blaine, Rachel, and Santana, would marathon every Broadway musical they owned, bootlegs and all, all night long. Well, at least until they all passed out at about three in the morning. Though it had been quite a while since all of the roommates had been able to attend and they were looking forward to it. The last three weeks it had ended up just being Kurt and Blaine and, while Blaine loved the quality time with Rachel and Santana, he also kind of hated that they were there.
He looked longingly at the spot on the floor next to Kurt's legs before sliding onto the couch next to him and curling into his side. Kurt smiled, kissing his temple and wrapping his arm tightly around his waist, pressing his fingers into the bruises he knew he had left last night on Blaine's hips. Blaine bit his lip against a moan, his knees drawing up to his chest as he nuzzled his face into the crook of Kurt's neck.
"Baby faced gays," Santana snapped as she sat down on the other end of the couch, "you know the rules. No sexy times in the common areas, especially not while the jew and I are around."
Rachel and Kurt rolled their eyes at the same time and Rachel sat a bowl of popcorn on Blaine's knees before sitting down beside him with her and Santana's bowl. "Funny Girl first?" she asked hopefully.
"No," Kurt said, "Blaine picked How to Succeed, we'll do Funny Girl next." Rachel deflated a little but still perked up when the overture started playing and Finch descended on his window washing swing.
Kurt leaned his head against Blaine's letting his hand come up to his neck as he stroked it gently. He knew how much Blaine hated not getting to wear his collar all the time and how much he seemed to loathe using the furniture, but there was no way for Blaine to discreetly kneel at Kurt's feet without Rachel and Santana knowing something was up.
It wasn't that they were ashamed of that side of their relationship. They'd been playing and sceneing almost as long as they'd been having sex, and even before that, the D/s dynamic had been there, though they were basically oblivious to it. It was fun and very therapeutic at points and just a part of who they were, but most other people didn't get that. Santana might, but there was no way Rachel would. So they had to keep it a secret, and that meant Blaine had to sit on the couch and cuddle with his boyfriend like a normal person would. No matter how hard it was for him.
