Title: Life Less Ordinary
Author: savvymavvy, alittledizzy
Rating: Adult; NC-17
Summary: Blaine’s life is privileged, fantastic, and entirely routine until he changes things up and tries out a new coffee shop, where one struggling NYADA student named Kurt Hummel happens to work.
Authors Notes: This has been a work of love for the both of us, something that sprung up on us in NYC and hasn’t let us go since. We want to also say thank you to Axe for an awesome job beta-ing this beast. Thanks!
P.S. Through brillinacy on my part, I deleted the story over at S&C. It will be back up but we’re going to have to re-upload. >.< I’m sorry if you were tracking it over there. I’m an idiot. Also, apologies to all of our awesome fans and readers that this took some time getting out. We thank you so, so much for staying with us. Next one should be out much quicker!
Blaine, surprisingly, sticks to his promise not to pressure Kurt.
FINALLY GOT THE NEXT CHAPTER OUT YAY! I am so proud of us Mandeh. <3 ;)
ugh that! that is a happy hummel smile. That is his “You’re being such an idiot and I don’t want to encourage you but fuck you’re adorable” smile and Blaine’s grin is so fucking big like he can’t stand it and he just wants to bounce around like a puppy and make kurt laugh anything for him to laugh and grin and boys oh god come to my bosom ok?
Look you guys, I’m just gonna call it now, alright? Kurt singing You Are The Sunshine Of My Life is about Sam.
idek what this is. thong reaction fic? i have no excuses for it. i just blame blaine anderson and sue and the fact that it is canon that blaine wears thongs because my brain can’t even handle that information. warning for a bit of d/s like play i guess?
Blaine stands on the floor by the end of the bed, his hands holding onto the hard wooden bedframe. He bites down his bottom lip, as he readjusts his legs, arching his back a bit more so his ass juts out further.
“Very nice.” Blaine smiles at the praise, his eyes closing and the cheeks on his face flushing.
“Thank you sir,” he murmurs quietly.
A soft hand runs down the arch of his back, petting over him and continuing to the dip and curve above his ass. “So very nice like this.”
Blaine’s breathing stills as he feels Kurt’s fingers curl underneath the red, lacy thong, tugging on it. Blaine can feel the responding tug in his cock and balls, the fabric tightening around them. He gasps when Kurt releases it, the elastic snapping back into place and against his skin.
“Hold tight.” Kurt’s voice comes as a sharp reminder, his hands gripping tighter to the wooden frame as he can feel Kurt moving around behind him, hands grasping his hips and the soft slide of his trousers against Blaine’s oversensitive skin.
“Look so gorgeous like this Blaine,” Kurt murmurs, softly. A hand strokes up and then down his side, running over his ass before he feels a sharp smack. He gasps hard and it comes again in the same exact spot. “Love how you look like this. Love how your ass looks like this, perfect and on display and turning as red as your thong and just for me.” Kurt’s voice is quiet, practically crooning in his ear as his hand comes back down on him, spanking him again.
Blaine knows the rules; he doesn’t say anything, just gasps and whimpers when Kurt’s hand comes down again, same exact spot and he can feel it beginning to actually sting this time. Kurt’s hand keeps up a rhythm on his ass until its glowing red and bright and Blaine can’t hold back any longer and he cries out, a broken and needy whine that barely even sounds like Kurt’s name. He tries so hard to hold out as long as possible and Kurt knows he can’t.
“Kurt! Kurt please I can’t— Please I need—”
And just like that Kurt’s around him, arms wrapping around his body, Kurt’s chest molded to his back and hips snug against his burning ass.
“Such a good boy for me, you’re so good. So very good.” Kurt’s hand slides down his stomach to wrap around his cock, barely stroking him three times before Blaine is crying out wordlessly again, coming thick and hard in Kurt’s hand, his cock still constrained in the Cheerio thong.
Kurt kisses the side of his temple, nuzzling his nose into the soft curls by his ear and humming quietly, his arms still around Blaine, body still curled up close behind his. Blaine’s body feels exhausted and limp as he lets go of the bed frame, falling back into Kurt’s arms and knowing he is going to catch him.
KURT I AM ANGRY AT YOU.
1) KICKING OUT SANTANA
2) THAT SHIRT
GO TO BLAINE’S ROOM RIGHT NOW.
That last one though. He looks sexy and hot and maybe a bit evil? Like I can totally see badboy!Kurt here? And I want to roll around in it. Go light a cigarette, ride a motorcycle and bang adorable nerds in bowties Kurt. Nngh.
Let’s talk about the fact that Kurt probably called Blaine after his Midnight Madness win and gushed for an hour about how incredible it was to finally redeem himself for purposefully blowing the note in Defying Gravity all those years ago. And how Blaine laid back in bed, probably still a little sick and sniffly, curled around the pillow that no longer smelled of Kurt’s shampoo, and listened, with that ever present ache in chest over the absence of Kurt, and no idea at all that he’ll have that boy back in his arms again so very soon.
omgcanwe? *bawls like a baby* I want this so bad.
*surreptitiously edits* NOBODY SAW THAT
Title: Life Less Ordinary
Author: savvymavvy, alittledizzy
Rating: Adult; NC-17
Summary: Blaine’s life is privileged, fantastic, and entirely routine until he changes things up and tries out a new coffee shop, where one struggling NYADA student named Kurt Hummel happens to work.
Authors Notes: This has been a work of love for the both of us, something that sprung up on us in NYC and hasn’t let us go since. We want to also say thank you to Axe for an awesome job beta-ing this beast. Thanks!
P.S. Through brillinacy on my part, I deleted the story over at S&C. It will be back up but we’re going to have to re-upload. >.< I’m sorry if you were tracking it over there. I’m an idiot.
Look what we updated! Whoo hoo! Hope you guys like.
