A/N: (: Hello there. This is yet another requested AnderBerry sibling and Klaine prompt.
Prompt: In which my friend was upset and wanted some piercing kink smut, which takes place in Blaine sisters bed. Somewhat of a continuation of "Aiming To Piss You Off", which is the previous chapter. If you read the previous chapter GREAT! But reading it is not necessary to read to understand :)
Requested by: Jersey(supernaturalfreakme) on Tumblr! She is a super sweet person. I love talking to her. I get upset whenever she is upset. My best friend on Tumblr by far. (: She always gives me such amazing prompts as well! If you have Tumblr you so should follow her!
Warnings: SMUT!,badboy!Kurt, piercing fetish/kink
I really hope you all enjoy this and the next prompt that I am about to post.
"So tell me Blaine," Kurt quirked his eyebrow, his piercing grabbing his boyfriends attention instantly as Kurt adjusted himself on Rachel's bed so he was comfortable.
"Do you always lounge around in your sisters poorly decorated room whenever she is over at my house, being the prude she is with my brother?" he questioned and Blaine just turned towards him rolling those eyes.
"Babe," he started, crawling in between Kurt's open legs. "I already told you, my TV is broken—you of all people should be well aware that it is broken considering that you were the one who kicked it while we were...uh.." Blaine blushed and before he could get another word in edge wise Kurt smirked evilly; leaning closer and pressing Blaine against the bed. "You are too damn cute when you blush." he teased, his tongue piercing clinking against his teeth and Blaine's eyes darkened.
Blaine loved Kurt's piercings.
For some odd reason they just really turned him on.
"Kiss me," Blaine whispered, the blush on his cheeks growing because he was in his sisters room of all places; begging and wanting to be kissed. Waiting to be touched. Willing to fuck. To do whatever Kurt wants as long as his body was on top of him.
He doesn't care.
He just needs and wants Kurt, and he needs and wants him now.
"Wait what was that honey?" Kurt questioned leaning in closer, his breath hitting against Blaine's lips. Kurt's tongue trailed along Blaine's bottom lip, the cool piercing teasing him.
"Kurt," he whined.
"Oh no, don't tell me you want to continue this here, in your sisters room, with all of this horrid pink?" he chuckled, his finger tips drawing down Blaine's back, making Blaine shiver his tongue now trailing up Blaine's neck.
Blaine was already hard, pressing against Kurt.
Kurt knew what he was doing, he wasn't stupid.
He knew exactly how to get to Blaine.
Where to lick him,
where to touch him.
He knew how to get him panting in two seconds flat.
Sure he loved to bottom for Blaine, but when he is top he knows exactly how to rock that boys world.
"Fucking kiss me god dammit." Blaine growled, his fingers grasping a handful of Kurt's hair pulling him back up and smashing their lips together violently and Kurt moaned inside of Blaine's mouth his hard cock already straining in his pants from having his boyfriend laid out underneath him, begging for him—for his kisses. Kurt rocked into Blaine causing Blaine to part his lips, moaning shakily, which Kurt took to full advantage, sliding his tongue inside the warmth of Blaine's mouth.
Blaine pressed him closer, their hard cocks rubbing against each other through their jeans, as the cool metal bar of Kurt's tongue piercing trailed along the roof of his mouth. Sweat began trickling down Blaine's neck, as he gasped, his hands cupping Kurt's cheeks, the kiss deepened and Kurt's toes curled until he had to pull away to breath.
They both panted heavily, Blaine still leaning up against Kurt their breathing synchronized together. Their heartbeats thudding as one. Blaine ran his hand up Kurt's cheek, his fingers grazing over Kurt's eyebrow piercing. Kurt's eyes flew open and Blaine smirked looking straight back, his fingers still caressing over the metal barbell, tugging against it slowly, his face drawing closer to it. His breath hitting against Kurt's forehead and Kurt's fingers gripped Blaine's waist as his tongue ran across the piercing and the sensitive skin there. Kurt let out a strangled groan and he melted and Blaine's hand dropped down to Kurt's shoulders. He tugged his leather jacket off of him and Kurt knew all to well what was coming next.
He lifted his arms and Blaine practically ripped the shirt he was wearing off of Kurt's body, his eyes trailing down the porcelain creamy white skin.
It was his turn to make Kurt wither and moan and that is exactly what Blaine is going to do.
Pressing Kurt back against the pink plush of pillows Blaine straddled each side of Kurt's legs and leaned over nipping and licking his way down Kurt's neck and collarbone.
Kurt mewled, his fingers clawing down Blaine back,the white milky skin flushing with every wet lick and prickling bite.
He only paused as Kurt relentlessly pulled at the hem of his shirt, begging and craving for skin to skin contact.
Once the shirt was removed they were pressed together.
One warm hot body pressed against another and he took one of Kurt's pierced nipples between his teeth and yanked on it, making Kurt scream and rock his hip against Blaine's which made Blaine moan, moving vibrations through Kurt's entire body. Blaine then licked it and moved onto to the other doing the same thing while his hand rubbed against the hard bulge in Kurt's pants. Kurt buck up into it whimpering. All of the sensations to much at once.
Blaine stripped him completely, running his hands all over Kurt's body.
Kurt was withering.
"You strip now too." Kurt demanded.
"I want you to ride my cock, right here, right now—on your sisters bed." his voice was dark, deepened, and when Blaine heard that tone of voice he knew shit was about to get serious.
Kurt was still lied out against the pillows the feathery pink of the pillows looking dark against his flushed white skin. His hard cock swollen and slick with precum. His pupils wide, and his legs spread and ready. He stared at him, taunted him.
When Kurt Hummel wants something, he wants it...no if, and, or buts about.
He wanted Blaine to ride his cock.
But Blaine has to work for it.
Work for the big cock that would be pounding into him and that he would be riding against
That is the way their dynamics work.
That is what keeps everything so spicy in their bedroom or in this special case Rachel's bedroom—you never really know what's going on until it happens.
Soon Blaine was out of his pants, the look he gaze Kurt told him he was ready. Kurt sat up waiting for Blaine.
Crawling over to Kurt's side of the bed, he face towards him, straddling each side of Kurt's waist. His hard cock jutting out against Kurt's stomach and Blaine sank down slowly and Kurt gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into Blaine's waist, restraining himself from bucking up into Blaine's tight warmth.
No preparation. No lube. That was their thing. They liked them to feel what the other was feeling and have them feeling it for days. That's the way they worked, that's the way it will always be.
Sinking down the rest of the way, both boys moaned out in bliss.
"GO!" Kurt said in a shaky voice, his arms circling around Blaine's waist, pressing him flush against himself. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck and rose again before sinking down soon creating a rhythm with Kurt matching Blaine's thrusts. Blaine groaned at every twitch of the hips and Kurt panted, surely causing bruises onto his boyfriends skin.
Sweat was slick on both of their chests. Skin slapped against and their eyes never left each others not for a moment. No matter how rough they are they always know that within those moments when they give into their pleasures that it is just them and them only. It has always been just them and it will always be just them no one will ever get into the way.
"Ahem," Rachel declared loudly.
Blaine blinked and looked around. He was downstairs in the living room, on the couch. Looking around in a confused matter, Rachel made another aggravated sound from behind him. Things have been pretty awkward between them today since Kurt had willingly went along with the conversations in Glee Club that evening, even going as far as telling Rachel that they ended up having sex on her bed.
Oh, Blaine thought.
Which sort of lead to this.
"Really Blaine, please! Will you tell me if you two really had sex in my bed or not! If you did, I am sure it was Kurt's idea." she scrunched up her nose in disgust.
Blaine sighed.
"No actually Rachel, as I recall it was my idea. I begged for it." Rachel went to open her mouth but before she could even say anything Blaine got up and grabbed Kurt's leather jacket that he had left the night before, put it on, and walked out of the door.
Rachel stared off at the door in a stun.
I've slept on that bed.
I eat on that bed.
and he told me he dropped ranch dressing on it, from when he ate pizza.
You mean, those stains were, were...
"Oh god no." Rachel blanched and ran upstairs and into her room.
Sometimes it was really great just to piss Rachel off.
his hands are so WARM AND SOFT i cried
in short