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FIC: Never In Your Wildest Dreams (Kurtbastian, NC-17)

This is an extremely late birthday present for colfhummel. Yes, I am ashamed. BP!Kurt and Sebastian in an established relationship. Sex. Nothing out of the ordinary. 4,2k. For full list of kinks and such, refer to ao3

“So, your birthday is coming up,” Kurt says when they’re settled on the subway. They’re on their way to Sebastian’s friends Halloween party, dressed in semi-matching costumes and working hard on keeping their hands off of each other.

“Mhm. So?” Sebastian says, pressing his thigh closer against Kurt’s.

So,” Kurt says, squeezing Sebastian’s hand. “What do you want? Do you want to do anything special, do you want a gift?”

Sebastian snorts and rearranges himself, slips his hand out of Kurt’s and slides his arm around Kurt’s waist instead. “No, I don’t want a gift. I don’t want to do anything.”

“Nothing? Really?”

“Yes, really. It’s no big deal.”

Kurt tries hard to keep his face in check and not let his surprise and shock show, but judging by Sebastian’s entertained expression, he’s failing.

“But…It’s your birthday,” Kurt tries to argue. He doesn’t have a better argument than that, though, and he hears how weak it sounds.

“Yeah. But I’m only turning twenty-two. It’s just another day.”

“But there’s gotta be something?” Kurt tries.

Sebastian leans in, puts his mouth so close to Kurt’s ear that his breath makes Kurt shiver. “Well, if you really want to give me something, you can let me fuck you.”

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anon asked: #19 with Klaine … having a wet dream and calling the other’s name during it (nc-17)

By the time Blaine gets his literature essay done, it’s well past three in the morning.

He wearily shuts down the library computer and flicks off the desk light. There are a couple of other students still up studying, but by now—a Sunday night—most of the other last-minuters have retreated to bed.

He blearily makes his way to his dorm room, rubbing his eyes hard and eternally grateful that he doesn’t live off-campus, especially in the craziness that is the last week before finals. There had been talk of him and Sam getting an place together somewhere, but then Sam had booked a gig which took him to Europe for five months and they gave up on that idea. The idea of living in a little shoebox apartment in the middle of busy New York City was only really an appealing one if there was someone else there with him.

He sneaks inside quietly, setting his bag down and stripping out of his jeans and sweater. He accidentally knocks a deodorant can off his desk, banging onto the wooden chair with a loud clang, but his roommate simply rolls over and smacks his lips a little, still asleep.

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prompt: innocent bp!kurt rubbing his pussy against the edge of the couch and blaine catching him?

just a tiny crappy piece to try and break my writer’s block. prompt by the ever-so-lovely julia ♥︎

It’s nine in the evening, and the heat is still pressing. They’ve spent all day lazing around by the pool in Blaine’s parents’ backyard, both a little intimidated by the amount of skin they’ve been showing off and seeing. Now, they’re inside, and Blaine just left Kurt on the couch to get some lemonade. 

“Hey, sweetheart, do you wanna watch…” Blaine falters when he reenters the living room and sees what Kurt is doing, “…a movie.” He almost drops the glasses, but catches himself at the last second and grips them tighter instead, the condensation mixing with the sweat on his palms. “What–” His voice cracks, and he coughs. “What are you doing?” he asks, his question completely redundant, because he can see what Kurt is doing. 

Kurt is straddling the armrest of the couch and is rubbing himself against it. When he hears Blaine, he turns around, aims his big, pleading eyes at him. “I just–it’s so hot, I’m so hot, it’s–please, Blaine, I don’t know what to do.” He sounds like he’s on the verge of tears, the desperation clear on his face, and Blaine feels light-headed as blood rushes to his cock. He takes a few quick steps to the couch, puts the glasses down on the coffee table, then kneels in front of Kurt. 

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this evolved from a discussion on twitter. it’s a silly little thing, but julia has written a follow-up that includes all the porn!

“I have a proposal,” Blaine says, sitting down on the edge of the bed and fiddling with the bedspread. 

“Another one?” Kurt says and wiggles his hand. It’s a bad pun, and he’s already done it a hundred times at least, but he can’t help himself. Blaine proposed, they’re engaged

Blaine gives him a nervous smile. “Yeah. Another one.” 

Kurt senses the tension and schools himself, sitting down next to him. “What is it?”

“I was wondering if we could, uhm, schedule our…my…when I…” Blaine trails off, doesn’t meet Kurt’s eyes. He takes a deep breath. “I would like to schedule rimming sessions,” he says in a quick rush, his gaze fixed on the floor boards. 

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FIC: Dressed For Success (Kelliott, NC-17)

Crossdressing!bp!Kurt & Elliott having sex. That’s it. 

3,3k. 

Thanks to bononoh for beta. 

It’s one of those days where they just pass by each other all day. Elliott kissing Kurt goodbye on his way out of the door, while Kurt is just entering the kitchen to have breakfast; a couple of quick text messages when Kurt’s lunch break ends, just as Elliott’s begins; a five-minute conversation in the hallway when Elliott comes home and Kurt is leaving for his shift at the diner. 

When Kurt gets home again it’s pretty late, but it’s a Friday, and they’re both free the next day. 

“Hey,” Elliott says, smiling warmly when Kurt joins him in the kitchen. “How are you?” He turns away from the counter and the tea he’s making, opening up his arms for Kurt, who goes straight into his embrace. 

“Tired,” Kurt says, his voice muffled by Elliott’s t-shirt. “So tired.”

Elliott kisses his temple and strokes his back. “You’ve had dinner?” Kurt nods. “You want tea?” Another nod. “My computer’s on the coffee table, go put on a movie and I’ll be right there, okay?”

“I love you,” Kurt says, leaning up to press a kiss to Elliott’s jaw, before he does as he’s told. 

When Elliott comes out in the living room, Kurt is sitting on the floor by the coffee table, Elliott’s computer open in front of him, and with an expression Elliott can’t quite parse. Then Kurt looks up at him, and Elliott is reminded with startling clarity just what he was doing before he went to make tea. 

He was browsing for porn. 

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FIC: Don't Keep Me Waiting (Klaine, NC-17)

this is bottom!kurt and it’s all for julia

Kurt lasts until after dinner before he finally gives up. It’s been one of those days where they’ve just been out of sync, all day. Blaine made coffee when Kurt wanted tea, Kurt put on the coffee house lounge playlist when Blaine wanted the songs to sing to in the shower playlist. Kurt wanted to go for a walk, Blaine wanted to watch a movie. They haven’t been mad at each other, or even annoyed, they’ve just not been on the same page as they usually are. Also, Kurt wanted sex when he woke up, but Blaine was already out of bed. 

All day, Kurt has been trying to hint at Blaine what he wants. He put on his tightest pair of pants, he’s been bending over a lot more than usual, he’s been standing unnecessary close to Blaine while cooking, and still…nothing. Blaine has been completely oblivious, and after dinner, Kurt gives up. 

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FIC: Light me up, put me on top (Kurtbastian, R)

this…escalated. sillyness, frottage, masturbation. ao3

“Seba-ah, Sebastian, stop, I–fuck,” Kurt gasps, arching his neck to give Sebastian better access, even as he pushes him away. “Can we–not in the hallway, please?”

“Mm, okay,” Sebastian murmurs, placing one last kiss on Kurt’s neck before backing off. He pulls off his coat and toes off his shoes, leading the way into his apartment, turning on the lights as he goes. When he reaches his bedroom, he looks behind him, expecting Kurt to be right there, but he isn’t. 

Kurt is stuck in the hallway, staring at the living room. 

“You…” he says, closes his mouth, swallows. “I…what?” he says, finally tearing his eyes away to stare at Sebastian instead. “You…how?” he says, throwing his arm out, pointing at everything at once. Sebastian walks closer, crosses his arms over his chest and smirks. 

“I’ll just wait here until you form a complete sentence.”

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FIC: Let's Go All The Way Tonight (Klaine, NC-17)

Kurt, young and innocent, meets Blaine, a NYADA senior with a certain reputation, and follows him home. ~6,8k. AO3.

Thanks to Christine for beta and to Julia for awesome cheerleading ♥︎

Kurt first meets Blaine when he’s nineteen and follows Rachel to Callbacks. They’ve been in New York for two months, but this is the first time Kurt is really out and about. He’s quiet for most of the night, sipping his diet coke as he listens to Rachel and her friends chatter on and on about NYADA, constantly interrupting themselves when one of them gets on stage to perform. They’re good, all of them, they wouldn’t be here if they weren’t, but Kurt doesn’t see anyone who really catches his attention until a short, dark-haired boy with a bowtie enters the stage and sits down by the piano. 

The cheers he gets tell Kurt he’s well-known. If Kurt had to guess, he’d probably put him down as a senior, maybe even an alumni who’s just back for the night. He oozes confidence, and he has no sheet music to go by when he starts to play. It’s an improvised intro, but there are some familiar notes, and eventually it tunes out into a piano cover of Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream

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Fic: Birthday Sandwich (Klelliott)

Length: 4.7k

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine/Elliott

Warnings/incentives: THREESOME, oral sex, anal sex, riding, double penetration, comeplay. (All romantic feelings are between Kurt and Blaine only.)

Summary: Kurt is turning 21, and he’s got a very specific birthday wish. Literally just Klelliott PWP.

A/N: Thank you to Jess mypatronusisklaine for being a wonderful beta! And excuse the awful title.

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They’re drenched in sweat and coming down from a truly amazing high when Blaine breaches the question.

“So what do you want for your birthday?”

Kurt hums, shifting as much as his exhausted limbs allow and settling a hand somewhere on Blaine’s body. He’s too tired to register where.

“I don’t know,” he answers, completely aware that he knows very well what he wants, but that Blaine agreeing to it is probably the same chance as Rachel taking up beatboxing.

“C’mooooon,” pleads Blaine, picking up his hand and kissing his fingers one by one. Despite the amazing sex they just had, the soft touch still sends tingles up his arm. “There must be something. Anything, Kurt. You’re turning 21. It’s a big day.”

Kurt sighs and squints one eye open at his fiancé. Blaine is running his nose along the inside of his wrist, looking at him expectantly.

“Fine,” he huffs. “But you’re not going to like it.”

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I haven’t written kadam (or porn) in a long time so have some rimming uwu

Kurt had never focused much on the idea of sex, mostly for the fact that for much of his life he’d assumed he’d never have anyone like him to have sex with. Even when he started dating Blaine the thought of intimacy beyond cuddling and kissing was a foreign concept until the entire catastrophe with Sebastian and Scandals.

It wasn’t until after he’d started seeing Adam that he’d started to feel sexyfor the first time. Not that the sex he and Blaine had was bad; they’d been in love and learning together. But that was just it; they were both young and inexperienced and semi-awkward, fumbling sex full of giggling and playful kisses with your long-time boyfriend is, Kurt has learned, a completely different entity than the sex he has with Adam when they finally start sleeping together a few weeks after Kurt gets back from Lima.

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Good morning sunshine

Inspired by this beautiful drawing because I am weak and couldn’t resist

http://colfhummel.tumblr.com/post/84013777289

With his whole exercising routine, and shower / skincare regimen, Kurt doesn’t often get to make the morning coffee.

But every now and then, Blaine forgets that he wants to make Kurt’s every breakfast and his fiancé takes over the bed like an adorable and beautiful starfish while Kurt goes through his program.

Every now and then, Kurt is the one who gets to grind the coffee beans that are saved for their Sunday mornings, brewing them slowly and as quietly as he can before pouring the scalding drink in the two mugs, covering Blaine’s with a little plate to keep it warm.

While he adds his piece of dark chocolate to his drink, Kurt twirls his spoon in the mug lazily, humming “Happy to keep his dinner warm” under his breath while watching the city waking up outside of their nest.

Every now and then, the chocolate is perfectly melted and incorporated to his drink by the time warm and soft lips find the back of his neck.

As a pair of warm hands slide around his waist to the V of his hips, Kurt settles in the embrace, his free hand finding Blaine’s as he brings the cup to his lips.

Blaine mumbles a greeting, his voice muffled by Kurt’s skin, and Kurt smiles.

Yes, every now and then, he can see himself being this lucky for the rest of his mornings.

FIC: I made plans to be with you (Kurtbastian, R)

yeah uh…this happened. /o\ oral, rimming, some masturbation. 1,3k, pwp.

“Hey,” Kurt calls when he closes the door. Sebastian hears the thump of his bag and his shoes, the shuffling when he comes into the living room. 

“Hey,” he says back, looking at Kurt for a second and then turning back to the TV. “How was it?”

“I never want to do a group project ever again,” Kurt sighs, leaning heavily against the back of the couch. “Never, ever in my life.”

“Come here,” Sebastian says. He pulls at Kurt’s arm, making him walk around the couch and get onto Sebastian’s lap. “I’ll make you feel better,” he says, stroking Kurt’s thighs and leaning in to kiss him. Kurt rolls his eyes at him but smiles and kisses him back. 

“Mhm, how?” he says, spreading his legs to get his crotch closer to Sebastian’s. Sebastian arches his hips up for a second, before grabbing Kurt around the waist and flipping them around, putting Kurt on the couch and then sliding down to the floor, kneeling between Kurt’s legs. 

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bottom!Kurt starkurt for Julia’s birthday owo

It was just supposed to be a duet, something to help Kurt get into the stage presence that Elliott was able to so effortlessly adopt when he became Starchild. He wants to blame on the song choice–who chooses a song about touching and kissing to sing with a friend anyway–or the fact that they were both on a performance high that bled into reality once it was over, or that Elliott looks unfairly good in all black with dark liner around his eyes. 

Whatever the reason, he’s ended up in Elliott’s apartment. In Elliott’s bed. With Elliott's lips and hands working him into a groaning, pleading mess and he hasn’t even taken his shirt off yet.

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Julia told me to write kadam and I haven’t written it in forever so yah

Kurt’s sick. It’s the middle of April and sunny out and he’s sick. Coughing, sneezing, runny nose, fever, achy everything sick.

He blames it on the combination of stress and worry over his father’s test results in combination with jetlag and overworking himself between Vogue and NYADA and the disastrous encounter with Blaine after Regionals when his ex had–for some reason or another–thought it what the perfect time to propose.

And so he’s back in New York a week after leaving Lima, having finally given up fighting Isabelle on taking a few days off and succumbing to his illness, bundled up in sweats and a thick blanket with a box of tissues in his lap while he drifts in and out of a drug-induced doze, some movie marathon on AMC playing in the background.

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