Ok so I was inspired to write this by a kink meme prompt fic. I found it really hot and rather than pay a psychotherapist to sort out my issues, I wrote this.
Yeah I'm so going to hell.
The first time it happened was after I got home late from the Christmas party. I knew Blaine would be out with his drinking buddies so I didn't pay as much attention as I should to the time. By 2am I was well on the way to sloshed, stumbling out of the cab and struggling to get my key in the lock.
There were warm, soft lips at my ear as I fumbled for the light switch in the hall. His arms encircled me and I leaned into his touch.
"It's late." Blaine murmured.
"'m sorry." I slurred.
"Come on baby."
He was pulling me through the hall and into the living room. I made some vague noise of protest. I didn't want living room, I wanted bedroom.
I found myself slumped on his lap on one of the arm chairs. I let my head rest in the crook of his neck. He smelled incredible.
"Kurt? Baby?"
"Mmm."
"I worried about you."
"Blaineumsorree…" I yawned. "Bed now?"
He was kissing along my hairline. I felt his hands fumbling with the zipper of my pants and suddenly felt a whole lot more awake.
I pressed my face into his neck and "mmmm'd" a bit more to let him know I was totally up for drunk sex. But he didn't seem to notice, even as his hand found its way into my boxer shorts.
"Baby?" he repeated. "You know how much I love you right?"
"Yeah…"
"You really scared me tonight. I don't think you understand…"
There was a sudden sharp wrench of pain as he yanked at my pubic hair. I yelped out loud, and he pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth, made a shush noise.
"…I'm not going to be ignored Kurt," he said gently.
I was gasping and not in a good way. All traces of sleepiness had vanished. Before I knew what was happening I'd been twisted round on his lap, and I could feel my bare ass exposed as he pulled my underwear down.
The first slap came crashing down, and there were hot tears in my eyes. It wasn't from the burning pain that had made me cry out, it was the overwhelming, shuddering humiliation of it.
It wasn't like he'd never been rough with me before. There was a bruise still healing on the side of my hip from last week when he'd grabbed a little too hard in climax. But this was different. This just hurt.
A second slap. A third. They were getting harder and harder until it felt like my skin was burning.
"Blaine stop! Stop it!"
"Are you crying?"
Another slap. This one made me sob out loud.
"Answer me!"
"Yes!"
"I bet you loved it, you little slut. Did he make you come, did he -"
"Blaine, no…"
He started to hit me harder and faster and I'd given up trying to make sense of this or to hold back the tears. I was sobbing openly now.
"Blaine I'm sorry, please, please I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…"
Finally it ended. I was slumped with my damp face pressed into the arm of the chair, my body heaving silently. I felt his hand start to rub gently at my raw backside, slow and soothing.
"Kurt."
"Yes?" I choked out.
"Do you understand? You can't behave like this again."
He sounded wistful. Like I'd disappointed him.
I nodded. And suddenly he was gathering me up in his arms. I moaned at the friction against my sore backside, he pressed his lips to my ear.
"I'm so sorry baby…"
He was planting kisses all over my hot face. I melted into him, clinging, burrowing into his neck again, still wracked with quiet sobs.
"It's ok, it's ok…." he murmured. "Sshh, it's ok."
He was stroking my hair now. I closed my wet eyes and pressed my body into his as he gripped me tight and rocked me softly to sleep.