20 assorted ficlets
So, a few days ago we saw a link to a prompt generator on tumblr, thought it sounded fun, and decided writing a few short ficlets was exactly what we should be doing instead of working on any of our countless WIPs. Obviously, we got a little into it. Pretty soon we were giving each other prompts and writing just two more, and then just five more, and that brings us to now, and the 20 ficlets below. /o\
Each fic is exactly 300 words, which is more challenging to do than one might think, especially when you are wordy motherfuckers like we are. They're organized into categories because we like to organize things, and surprising no one we ended up writing more Kurt/Blaine than other couple, so they get their own category. (Puck/Lauren and Brittany/Santana were close, though!) Pairings, kink/prompt, and rating are all in the lj cut and beneath it, and any spoiler warnings are noted as well.
We had a lot of fun with these. In addition to adhering to the word limit, it was really fun to write some of the more random/weird pairings, and try our hand at the pairings we have longer WIPs planned for (like Puck/Lauren and Finn/Blaine) so let us know what you think! This was so addicting that we may or may not have already started writing an RPF round of them as well. (Okay, fine, we totally have.) Now on to the fic!
Kurt/Blaine
Kurt/Blaine, scent, PG, spoilers for 2.17"This isn't what it looks like," Blaine says quickly, and Kurt raises his eyebrows. Blaine has an old McKinley hoodie of Kurt's shoved halfway into his backpack, and his face is slowly turning red.
"Are you-- are you stealing my clothes?" Kurt asks, and Blaine shakes his head, dropping his backpack and sitting heavily down on Kurt's bed with a sigh.
"I swear it didn't seem that creepy until... until you actually caught me," Blaine finishes, and Kurt sits down next to Blaine on the bed.
"An explanation wouldn't hurt right now, Blaine," Kurt says softly after a minute, because something is bothering Blaine and Kurt doubts it has to do with Blaine's burning desire to steal Kurt's things.
Blaine fidgets, and then turns to look at Kurt with those big, earnest eyes he gets when he's feeling particularly emotional or vulnerable. Kurt is so weak for those eyes. "I miss you so much, Kurt. Between classes, at lunch, at Warbler meetings... That place is so empty now. Even Wes admitted to me the other day that things aren't the same without you there."
Kurt feels a familiar pang in his chest, knowing exactly how Blaine feels. "I miss you too. A lot."
"I guess I just wanted-- I don't know, it's stupid, but I wanted something I could keep with me, something that smells like you."
"Oh Blaine," Kurt says, putting his arms around Blaine's shoulders and pulling him close, hugging tightly. He still feels that little thrill that he gets to actually do this, have a boyfriend he can hug and kiss. "You could've just asked."
"I know, I'm sorry," Blaine says, pressing his face into Kurt's neck and breathing deep. Kurt shivers as Blaine starts to press soft kisses there, nudging up under Kurt's jaw with his nose.
Kurt/Blaine, public displays of affection, PG-13"You do realize that the park is still in public, right?" Kurt asks as Blaine kisses at his jaw. "As in, I have rules about PDA and you're currently breaking every single one of them?"
"Not all of them, just most," Blaine mumbles against his skin. "Besides, no one else is around and this tree is massive."
"That doesn't mean this is a good idea," Kurt whines, arching up when Blaine sucks at the spot right underneath his ear that always, always drives him crazy.
"It's a beautiful day and you look amazing in your picnic outfit," Blaine says, moving back up to kiss Kurt properly. Kurt wants to argue, but Blaine's mouth is warm and familiar and he's kissing him just right, and Kurt really does look amazing in his picnic outfit. Maybe he should try to work more gingham into his everyday wardrobe.
"What are you thinking about?" Blaine whispers, pulling back from Kurt's mouth.
"Textiles," Kurt answers truthfully, squeaking loudly when Blaine goes for the sneak attack and tickles his ribs. "Stop," he yelps. "Stop, stop right now or I'll dump the leftover potato salad on your head," he gasps out breathlessly.
"Okay, fine," Blaine says, sitting back on his heels. "That stuff is way too good to be wasted on my hair. Besides," he says, leaning back down over Kurt and nipping teasingly at his jaw. "I've got better things to do."
"Mmm," Kurt agrees, tipping his head back so Blaine can kiss down his neck. Blaine's sucking at the hollow of his throat, hot and perfect, when a loud chattering erupts from above them and leaves start to rain down.
"What in the--" Blaine says, pulling back and staring up into the tree.
"I told you someone would see," Kurt says, laughing. "Squirrels totally count."
Kurt/Blaine, neck fetishization, RKurt has the prettiest neck. It's kind of a random thing to be so interested in, Blaine knows, but he just can't help it. Kurt's neck is so long, his skin smooth and soft and clean-tasting, and more often than not Blaine will find himself just staring. Kind of like he is right now, but it's not his fault, because Blaine can just see the pale pink of a fading hickey peeking over the collar of Kurt's shirt.
Kurt is pretty adamant about his hickey policy - something about how it ages the skin prematurely. Every now and then, though, when Blaine's got Kurt spread out under him, his head thrown back on a pillow and his long, gorgeous neck bared, he'll let Blaine kiss and suck and lick all he wants. Kurt's so responsive like that, arching and gasping and panting and twisting as Blaine sucks at his skin. Once, a few weeks ago, he'd barely managed to get himself out of his pants before he'd come, sitting on Kurt's hips and just staring at the pale skin of Kurt's neck covered in marks from his mouth. He'd come so hard he almost fell off the bed.
"You're doing it again," Kurt says, startling Blaine out of his memories.
"Am not," Blaine says automatically.
"You're staring at my neck again," Kurt says. "Are you sure you're not a secret vampire?"
"I'm not a vampire," Blaine says, rolling his eyes. "You just have such a pretty neck, what am I supposed to do?"
"So weird," Kurt says, shaking his head, but he breaks off into a breathy gasp when Blaine leans in and sucks at the fading spot on Kurt's neck.
"I'm okay with being weird," Blaine says against Kurt's skin. "As long as I can keep doing this."
Kurt/Blaine, rimming, NC-17"Are you done yet?" Blaine asks from outside the bathroom door. Kurt rolls his eyes.
"Have you learned the value of patience yet?" Kurt calls back over the sound of the running water, but Blaine doesn't answer him. Instead, he opens the bathroom door and, through the frosted glass of the shower door, Kurt can see him hop up on the sink.
"Blaine," Kurt says, washing the last of the conditioner from his hair. "You can't just--"
"I'm waiting like you told me to," Blaine says happily, and Kurt sighs and turns the water in the shower off. He doesn't see why Blaine has to be so excited about this. At least Kurt talked Blaine into letting him wash up first.
"Hey you," Blaine says, holding out a towel and wrapping it around Kurt's shoulders when Kurt steps forward. He leans in, kissing behind Kurt's ear. "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be," Kurt replies, his heart speeding up at the dark look in Blaine's eyes before Blaine lets go of the towel and slides back down to the floor, pressing up behind Kurt.
"Hold onto the sink and spread your legs," Blaine whispers, hot against Kurt's neck, and Kurt almost asks, "What, here?" but Blaine's already dropping down to his knees behind Kurt. He trails his hands up the inside of Kurt's legs and then holds him open, making Kurt's knees buckle a little, making him feel so, god, exposed. Kurt knows he's blushing when Blaine finally licks, the wet pressure making him gasp softly and push back. And Blaine just keeps licking, the pressure getting harder, and now Kurt knows why Blaine told him to hold onto the sink.
"Good?" Blaine asks when he pulls back.
"Don't stop," Kurt breathes out, spreading his legs apart a little farther.
Slash
Jesse/Kurt, seduction, PG"Don't mock my insecurities, Kurt," Rachel says, crossing her arms over her chest. Kurt's disappointed it doesn't quite cover up the hideous badger in the middle of her sweater.
"As much as I enjoy drama, Rachel, I can't say I see the logic in whoring myself out to your boyfriend."
"But that's the beauty of it! If Jesse is as true to me as I think he is, he won't be swayed by your boyish charms." Rachel strides up to Kurt, grabbing his arm, and Kurt resists the urge to step back. Rachel's big, earnest eyes are frightening. "I need to know he isn't even a little bit gay, Kurt. Please do this for me and put my fears to rest."
"You've lost your mind," Kurt mumbles.
"So you'll do it?"
"I'll think about it," Kurt says, because, well. Even he has to admit Jesse St. James is somewhat dreamy.
-
The opportunity comes to him entirely on accident, when Kurt is walking to his car after Cheerios practice and bumps into Jesse.
"Sorry, I wasn't-- oh, hey Kurt," Jesse says, grinning widely. His hair looks tousled, a few curls falling over his forehead, and okay, maybe "somewhat dreamy" was an understatement. Kurt clutches his duffle bag.
"Are you looking for Rachel?" Kurt asks, because Jesse's just standing there and Kurt isn't so sure he can pull off an impromptu seduction anyway.
"Actually, I was hoping I'd run into you. Not literally, but I can't complain," Jesse says, still smiling.
"Oh?"
"I was hoping you could help me with this song. I saw how well you performed Four Minutes. Have you ever heard of 'As Long As You're Mine' from the musical Wicked?"
"Oh." Kurt would be sure to apologize to Rachel for this later. "Yes, I may have heard of it."
Kurt/Mike, teasing or tickling, PGMike Chang is a tickler. He does it to everyone - Matt and Brittany and even April Rhodes - but Kurt is still surprised when Mike dances over to him one day while they're singing Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da and spins him, dipping him at the end and then tickling him with one hand.
It's... weirdly hot, is the thing, and Kurt flushes and goes still when his breath hitches from the feeling of Mike's fingers against his skin where his shirt has ridden up. Mike's eyes go wide but he just wraps both hands around Kurt's waist and straightens him up before dancing away.
-
He doesn't stop. And it's not just in Glee, either - sometimes Mike will walk past him in the halls and reach out, tickling him on the arm or the shoulder or wherever he can reach, not seeming to care who sees or how brightly Kurt blushes.
Once, while Rachel's singing a medley of Barbara's greatest ballads, Mike stands behind him and settles his hands on Kurt's waist, not so much tickling as just kind of... petting, holding Kurt close against him and swaying them to the music.
-
"Why?" Kurt finally asks him one day after Glee, when they're the last ones in the room.
"You blush," Mike says with a shy smile. "It's pretty. Plus your skin is really soft, and I like your smile when you smile for real."
"Oh," Kurt says, because he really wasn't expecting that. "You know," he says, "there are other ways to make me blush."
"I was kind of hoping you'd say that," Mike says happily, stepping forward to wrap his hands around Kurt's waist and lean in. Kurt's so caught up in the kissing that Mike manages to get in a few quality tickles before Kurt squirms out of his grasp, laughing.
Thad/David, striking with implements, PG-13"David, this is positively scandalous," Thad hisses as David unlocks the door to the Warbler's meeting room. "We're breaking several rules right now."
"I know," David says quietly into Thad's ear. "Doesn't it give you a rush?"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about, sir," Thad demurs.
"None at all?" David says, grabbing Thad's wrist and leading him over to the conference table. "You're not excited even a little bit, Thadeus?"
"N-no, sir, I most certainly am not," Thad says, hoping David won't notice his completely coincidental stutter and lack of breath at the moment.
"I think you're lying," David says, his voice low and gruff in Thad's ear. "Because I felt you, last week. When we almost got caught kissing behind the boat house? You got so hard."
"David, language," Thad says weakly, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "You're being uncouth."
"I think you like it when I talk a little dirty," David says. "Is that right, Thad? You get off on being a little naughty." Thad can't exactly deny that, even though he wants to, so he just nods, not trusting his voice.
David grins darkly and pulls open the middle drawer of the table, taking Wes's gavel out of its velvet pouch. "I've seen you looking. Wishing you were the one with the power, the one in charge." Thad nods again, his eyes big and his cock definitely hardening in his pants at David's words and the dark look in his eyes.
"Well too bad," David says, his voice suddenly bright. "Because like I said, Thadeus, you've been awfully naughty tonight. And you know what happens to naughty boys?"
Thad does. Even before David bends him over the table and smacks him soundly on the bottom with the gavel.
Finn/Kurt, fantasies, RKurt's in a good mood. The locker room is empty, which means chances of harassment are blissfully low. At least, that's what Kurt thinks until someone comes up behind him as he's singing and washing his hair in the shower.
"You sound so good," a voice whispers in his ear, and Kurt yelps and jumps away, stopped from running away only by the hands on his hips. He turns around and resists the urge to throttle.
"Oh my god," Kurt gasps, staring at Finn with wide, panicked eyes. "You terrified me, I thought you were a football player. What on earth are you--"
"Sex in the locker room, remember?" Finn says in a low, stupidly sexy voice.
"What is wrong with you, anyone could walk in, oh my god--"
"But last night you said--" Finn cuts himself off, and Kurt almost feels bad because of the confused look on his face. Almost.
"That was a fantasy, Finn. I also have a fantasy about having sex on the piano in the choir room, do you want to do that next?" Kurt hisses.
"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea, we have Glee next in that room--"
"Sarcasm, Finn."
"Oh. Right." Finn reluctantly lets go of Kurt's hips. "So does that mean I have to go?"
Kurt makes the mistake of not looking away from Finn's face and his resolve starts to crumble. God, why is he so easy for Finn Hudson? "Just... no more surprise acting out fantasies in public, okay?" Kurt says, leaning up on his toes to kiss Finn softly.
Finn grabs Kurt's hips again, grinning as he follows Kurt's mouth when Kurt drops back down on his feet. "So, not in public--"
"I amend my statement to 'ever.' No surprise acting out fantasies ever," Kurt says firmly.
Jesse/Blaine, face-fucking, NC-17"I thought 'duet' meant... you know, duet," Blaine gasps out as Jesse presses him into the mattress, trailing wet kisses over Blaine's neck. Blaine isn't even sure how they got onto the bed.
"That's so cute," Jesse says, his nose wrinkled up a little, and Blaine gasps again when Jesse's hand slides between their bodies, cupping Blaine's hard-on through his pants. "You have quite the stage presence, you know. Up in front, singing the solos and dancing around under those hot lights, everyone staring at you, the star of the show--"
Blaine's hips jerk up under Jesse and Jesse laughs, sitting up. "Always the same. How would you like to give me a different kind of performance, Blaine?"
Jesse's leer makes something hot twist up in Blaine's stomach. "Okay," he says, watching with wide eyes as Jesse lays back on the bed and works his pants open. Blaine always thought losing his virginity would involve more romance than this, but then again, he never saw himself with the hot lead from Vocal Adrenaline either. He figures it's an even trade-off, in the grand scheme of things.
"C'mere," Jesse says, tugging at Blaine's wrist, and Blaine sits up and crawls over to where Jesse's cock is resting on his stomach. His very real, very hard cock. Definitely still 100% gay, Blaine thinks happily.
"Go on," Jesse says, but Blaine's already leaning down, swallowing around the head of Jesse's cock experimentally. He reaches to hold it but Jesse grabs his wrist again.
"No, like this," Jesse breathes, and before Blaine can get used to it, the taste and the strange thickness in his mouth, Jesse is thrusting his hips up, threading his fingers into Blaine's curls to keep his mouth in place.
Blaine's never been more grateful that he's an exceptionally quick learner.
Blaine/Finn, coming without being touched, NC-17"This is weird, this is so weird," Finn babbles.
"Would you stop?" Blaine says. "I don't have my finger in yet."
"So weird, though," Finn breathes out nervously.
"It'll be worth it," Blaine says, patting Finn's thigh soothingly before pouring lube into his palm and warming it with his fingers. "Now take a deep breath, and then push out like I told you." Finn nods, and he actually does as instructed, which is almost as impressive as the way Blaine's finger slides inside in one smooth motion before Finn goes stiff and starts to clench around it. "Shh," Blaine says, leaning over to kiss Finn's knee. "Just take a second, get used to it."
"I don't know if I can get used to it, dude," Finn says. "It's a finger. In my butt."
"Nice," Blaine says, crooking his finger inside of Finn deliberately and grinning in satisfaction when Finn's entire body jerks at the sensation.
"Woah," Finn says. "What?"
"I've been trying to tell you," Blaine says. "Now relax and let me do this." Finn nods and lets out a shaky breath, leaning back against the pillows, and he doesn't say much of anything until Blaine's got three fingers inside, pressing slowly in and out to get Finn used to the stretch.
"Can you... again?" Finn asks. Blaine nods, crooking his fingers just right, loving the way he can feel Finn's whole body shake as Blaine starts to thrust in and out, hitting Finn's prostate.
Finn's making low, rough noises, his hips working against Blaine's hand, and Blaine's not expecting it at all when Finn lets out a rough grunt and tenses almost painfully around Blaine's fingers as he comes, his cock lying untouched on his belly.
"Dude," Finn says, looking down curiously at his come on his stomach. "Whoa."
Femslash
Rachel/Mercedes, experimentation, PG-13"Are you out of your damn mind?" Mercedes asks.
"Mercedes, it makes perfect sense," Rachel says imploringly. "I want to know what it's like to kiss a girl, you want to know what it's like to kiss, and--"
"Reminding me that I'm hopelessly single is not the way to get into my pants, Rachel," Mercedes snaps.
"Oh Mercedes, you know that's not what I meant," Rachel says, knee-walking over to her on the bed and leaning against Mercedes's side. "I just want to know what it's like, and I trust you. You're my best friend."
"I'm your only friend," Mercedes says, still a little pissed off.
"We don't have to kiss if you don't want to," Rachel says. "It's just - if Santana and Brittany can do it, then why can't I indulge my occasional, albeit fleeting, sapphic curiosity?"
"If I kiss you, will you shut up?" Mercedes asks.
"Yes," Rachel says eagerly, sitting back up and turning to Mercedes expectantly. "Now close your eyes, and I'll do all the--"
"Rachel, please," Mercedes says, rolling her eyes. "Just because I've never kissed anyone doesn't mean I'm a moron." Rachel looks a little confused, and Mercedes isn't really up for another round of Let's Talk About Our Feelings, so she leans in and presses her lips to Rachel's, soft at first, then a little more intent, sucking at Rachel's lip like she's seen in movies.
Rachel makes a small noise at that, a breathless kind of gasp, and then her lips are open and moving against Mercedes's lips, sliding wetly, and huh. It's kind of nice. Mercedes could be down for this, she thinks, if she was kissing someone she was hot for.
"Okay," Rachel says, pulling back suddenly, her cheeks red and her breath fast and shaky. "Okay, yeah. Curiosity satisfied."
Santana/Rachel, biting, PG-13"I don't see why it has to be me," Rachel says, squirming where Santana has her pinned to the wall of the girls' bathroom. "Unless you're going to kill me, in which case I think you should know that my death would absolutely destroy any chances we have of winning Nationals."
"Relax, hobbit, I'm not going to kill you. Probably. But gee, maybe drinking your blood will give me some of your amazing talent!"
"Oh, really? I didn't think it worked like that--"
"I was kidding, now shut up," Santana growls, and Rachel dutifully shuts her mouth as Santana nuzzles into her neck. She's seen Lauren feed off Puck, and knows that Blaine's fed off Kurt. They both didn't seem to mind, so maybe it wasn't that bad. Santana used to feed off Brittany all the time, but Rachel suspects there was a falling out somehow related to their lesbotic duet and, well, Santana's been looking worse and worse lately. Rachel closes her eyes and steels herself. She is simply taking one for the team, ensuring that Glee will continue to function.
"Ow, owww," Rachel says, because Santana's teeth are sharp, but Santana doesn't seem too worried. She keeps her hands on Rachel's wrists, keeping her pressed into the wall, and as she starts to drink, sucking hard over Rachel's neck, Rachel moans softly. It's not her fault, her neck is very sensitive, and Santana's mouth is insistent and making Rachel feel dizzy and hot all over, the dragging pull so intense that Rachel clings to Santana's shoulders to stay upright.
"Oh, oh," Rachel gasps, her stomach twisting up tight, and then Santana's pulling back, licking over Rachel's neck gently. Rachel's panting as Santana nuzzles at her neck again, humming softly.
"Thanks for that, Polly Pocket."
"Anytime," Rachel says weakly.
Brittany/Santana, shower sex, RSantana doesn't do this with Brittany that often, and when Kurt walks by, she remembers why.
"Oh my god," Kurt stops and says, slowly turning red. "Are you--"
"You're not even supposed to be in this locker room, Hummel," Santana snaps, hugging Brittany close under the spray of the water. Gay or not, Kurt's done nothing to deserve an eyeful of hot, naked girls.
"Screw you, Santana," Kurt shoots back. "Have fun 'conserving water,' or whatever excuse you're using for your latent homosexuality this time."
"Have fun remembering your latent dick and use the right locker room next time!" Santana calls after him. Who does he think he is, judging Santana and Brittany for getting some? Stupid virgin.
"Santana, is Kurt right?" Brittany asks softly a minute later, and Santana lets go of her and steps back, getting out a loofah to soap up and wash them both with.
"No," Santana says immediately, and then, "Right about what?"
Brittany's looking at her with big, sad eyes as Santana swipes the loofah over her shoulders, down her arms. "About being capital G gay," Brittany says softly. "I like you more than boys, Santana, doesn't that mean--"
"We don't need some prude labeling us," Santana scoffs, feeling weirdly self-conscious when she runs the loofah over her own breasts and Brittany's eyes follow the movement. Brittany reaches forward as Santana rinses off, letting her thumbs play with Santana's nipples. "Brit--"
"I wouldn't mind being labeled as yours," Brittany whispers, ducking her head down to suck Santana's nipple past her lips. Santana gasps, reaching up to cup the side of Brittany's face.
"Wanna know a secret?"
"Duh," Brittany says, kissing up Santana's neck.
"I wouldn't mind being labeled as yours either."
Brittany's smiling when she kisses Santana, and Santana tugs at her hair.
Brittany/Santana, heat, NC-17"Santana," Brittany squeals, "your tongue feels like winter!"
"You said you were hot, remember?" Santana says sweetly, sitting up and grabbing another ice cube from the bowl by the bed. "I'm just helping you cool off," she tells Brittany, trailing the ice cube up Brittany's taunt stomach and skimming it over her nipples. Brittany gasps, arching up with a whine.
"San," Brittany says, her skin starting to get covered with goosebumps. "It's so cold, I can't--"
"Shh, just a little bit more," Santana says, resting the ice cube on Brittany's belly button. "You're doing so good."
Brittany whines, grabbing at Santana's shoulders, and Santana lets herself be pulled up and kisses Brittany softly, pulling back when Brittany tries to deepen it. She can feel the ice cube melting between their stomachs, and when she slides back down Brittany's body, there's a pool of cold water gathered on her stomach. Santana sucks the sliver of ice cube that's left back into her mouth and pushes Brittany's thighs apart, holding it against Brittany's clit with her tongue.
Brittany yelps and bucks against her face, and Santana would feel bad but the ice cube's already gone, melted from the heat between them. Santana licks at Brittany with wide strokes until she starts to warm back up, and Brittany threads her hands into Santana's hair and rocks up against her face, whining the way she does when she's close.
"Fingers?" Brittany asks. "Santana, please, inside?"
"Of course," Santana says, pulling back to smile up at Brittany. Brittany's eyes widen when Santana dips her fingers into the bowl of ice, mostly just cold water now, and she lets out a high, sharp hiss when Santana slides two inside.
"See?" Santana says as she leans back down to lick over Brittany's clit. "Don't you feel cooler already?"
Het
Wes/Santana, vulnerability, PG"You look sad," the Warbler with the spiky hair with too much gel says as he sits across from her.
"I don't get sad, I get angry," Santana says, taking a vicious bite of her breadstick to prove her point. "What do you care, anyway?"
"Truthfully? I just got dumped."
"I'm not looking to be your rebound, prepschool."
"I'm not looking for a rebound," he says. "And it's Wes."
"If you're not looking for a rebound, what on earth are you doing here bothering me?" Santana asks.
"I thought maybe we could be sad together," Wes says. "You know, misery loves company."
"I don't love company," Santana says. "I love breadsticks."
"They are quite delicious, I must say," Wes says, reaching for one.
"Uh uh," Santana snaps, slapping his hand away. "These are mine. No touching."
"Right," Wes says, grinning at her. "So: Hot, angry, not into hookups, not good with sharing," Wes says. "Did I miss anything?"
"I never said I wasn't into hookups," Santana says, taking another bite of breadstick. "Just that I wasn't looking to be your rebound, because I can tell from one look at your private school ass that you're all about romance and holding hands and all that bullshit, and I don't go for that. I don't like relationships, I like--"
"Breadsticks," Wes says, signaling the waiter over and pointing to Santana's mostly empty basket of breadsticks.
"Well, yes," Santana says, eyeing him speculatively. If she messed up his hair and told him he wasn't allowed to talk, she might be able to make this work. "Breadsticks and sex," she says pointedly, rubbing her foot against his ankle under the table. Wes blushes, and Santana has to admit she likes the look of it. Huh. Maybe tonight won't be a total bust after all.
Thad/Santana, restraint, PG-13"I'll show you about not coming at all," Santana mumbles, pulling out two scarves from her closet. She's tempted to get a sock to stuff into his mouth too, because he won't stop talking at her. As if she cares what he has to say.
"But I'm not even the one who sang it! It's Blaine you're looking for, he's the-- the scoundrel who--"
"Okay, seriously, could you stop talking like you're from some boring British movie? I mean, you don't even have the hot accent, so what's the point?" Santana says, making sure Thad's wrists are secure where they're tied to her headboard. "And this isn't a punishment, preppy. You would definitely know if I was punishing you," Santana adds with a leer.
"Please let me go, madam," Thad tries, bordering on whining, and Santana rolls her eyes.
"The uniform is hot, I'll give you that," she says, tugging at his tie and staring at the way his throat bobs nervously, the material pressing into his neck, "but everything else about your group is just so stuffy. I'm taking you on as a charity case, Chad--"
"Thad."
"Yeah, whatever, Garbler." She crawls onto her bed, straddling him, and grins when his eyes go wide. He might be an even funner virgin to play with than Finn was. "You ever been with a girl before? I'm guessing you don't get to meet a lot of girls at gay Hogwarts."
"Please don't hurt me," Thad says softly, and Santana laughs.
"I have so much to teach you about things your little schoolboy mind has only dreamed of, Brad." Santana's happy to see that he isn't pulling at the scarves tying him to the bed anymore when she starts to unbutton his shirt, leaving the tie where it is. "So much."
Puck/Lauren, crossdressing, R"Are you sure I have to do this?" Puck asks, fidgeting. "Can't you think of something else?"
"Nope," Lauren says happily. "You lost the bet, and I picked those out special just for you."
"But what about practice?" Puck says desperately. "I can't change in front of the guys if I'm wearing chick underwear."
"You should have thought of that before you made the bet, then, Puckerman," Lauren says, rolling her eyes. "I have no sympathy for you."
"Not even a little?" Puck pouts at her.
"Not even a little," Lauren says, walking over and snapping the waistband of the panties against Puck's skin. "But," she says, sliding her hand inside of the silky material, "if you're a very, very good boy and you keep these on all day like you promised, I might just give you a reward tonight."
"What kind of reward?" Puck asks breathlessly, his hips straining up, trying to get her to move her hand lower.
"Oh, I haven't decided yet," Lauren says, squeezing at Puck's mostly-soft cock once before pulling her hand back. "Depends on how well you behave, like I said."
"I can be good," Puck says, his voice a little whiny. "I can be so good, Lauren, just you wait and see."
"Aww," Lauren says, cradling Puck's face in her hands. "You're so sweet when you're desperate for my approval." She'd say more, because she really does enjoy getting Puck all desperate and wanting and willing to do anything she says, but Puck looks really hot in the panties Lauren had picked out - deep red with lace trim that hugged his ass perfectly - so she leans in for a kiss, biting down on Puck's lip just to hear him moan. Today's going to be a good day. She can feel it.
Puck/Lauren, spanking, R"I feel ridiculous right now," Puck mumbles, shifting where he's on his hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed.
"Don't be such a baby, Puckerman," Lauren says, rolling her eyes. "You were okay with making a sex tape but you're scared of a little ass slapping?"
"I'm not scared, I just feel ridiculous," Puck shoots back. He should look ridiculous - he's wearing a t-shirt but he's naked from the waist down, ass up right in front of where Lauren's leaning back against the pillows - but somehow he doesn't. Maybe Lauren's just going soft for him, or maybe it's because she's spent so much time thinking about spanking a boy that she would find this hot no matter what. She's pretty sure it's that first one, though, which only makes her want to smack him harder.
"You're the one who asked for this, you know," Lauren says, stroking up his thigh and grinning when Puck shivers. She had jumped at the chance, sure, but it never hurts to remind Puck of who's in charge.
"I know, it's just--"
"What's the matter? Is this not sexy enough for you? Do you want me to find a zebra print push-up bra and do my hair all big like that MILF who spanked you the first time?"
"Please don't," Puck says with a shudder. "She had these long scary finger nails, I had scratches on my butt for a week."
"You don't have to worry about that this time," Lauren says kindly, patting his ass before smacking him, sharp and sudden, and smiling when he hisses and rocks back against her hand. "Hand prints, sure," she says, bringing her hand down again and then squeezing at his ass where it's starting to heat up under her hand. "But no scratches."
Finn/Brittany, sex under clothes, R"What are you doing in the boys' locker room?" Finn asks, his voice cracking, but Brittany has her hand down his pants so it's not really his fault.
"I spend a lot of time in the boys' locker room. Why else would I have my own locker?" She throws a look over Finn's shoulder and Finn turns around, following her gaze to the locker with the word "Brittany" spelled out in diagonal sparkly foam letters. He had always kind of wondered about that.
"Okay, new question. Why do you have your hand in my pants?" Finn squirms, but Brittany just kind of squeezes at him through his boxers and crap, he's starting to get hard. Which is also totally not his fault, but it's still embarrassing.
"Santana told me about your problem and I want to help," Brittany says softly, leaning in closer.
"I don't have a problem," Finn says quickly.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Finn." Brittany holds Finn's hand with the hand that isn't currently squeezing over his dick, and Finn's pretty sure he's starting to turn red. And is definitely, definitely hard now. "We're in a safe space and you can totally share with me right now. Also you can touch my boobs if you want, because Santana said she wouldn't let you touch hers but I don't mind because it feels nice."
Finn is so, so tempted. "Brittany, if you keep-- if you don't stop doing that I'm going to, uh--" Finn cuts off with a groan, already feeling the building heat low in his stomach.
Brittany stares at Finn, her eyebrows furrowed. "That's kind of the point, Finn." She brings the hand holding his up to her chest, guiding his hand to one of her boobs.
"Oh god," Finn gasps, coming. Brittany beams at him.
Blaine/Santana, fuck or die, NC-17"This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me," Blaine whines.
"Look, it's not like I'm exactly thrilled about it, okay?" Santana huffs, sinking down onto Blaine's cock. "I considered that creepy old fortune teller's 'death' option, but in the end sex with you seemed like less of a sacrifice."
"Gee, thanks," Blaine says, rolling his eyes.
"That was before I actually tried to have sex with you, though," Santana says. "Now I yearn for the sweet release of death."
"You sure know how to sweet talk a boy," Blaine says.
"Now if only you could learn how to fuck a girl," Santana says, grinding her hips down.
"Santana, I'm gay," Blaine says, grabbing onto her hips as she starts to rock back and forth on his cock. "Learning how to fuck girls is not at the top of my list."
"Here's hoping you're better at fucking boys," Santana mumbles. "Or else I'm suddenly feeling really bad for Hummel."
"Leave Kurt out of this," Blaine growls, his hips finally snapping up to meet hers when Santana clenches around him. "I just want to get this over with so we can pretend it never happened and go back to not speaking to each other."
"You and me both," Santana hisses, rocking forward faster. "This is all your fault anyway. Who goes to a sketchy ass flea market to find an anniversary present?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Blaine groans. "Obviously the flea market is only good for buying bulk lots of 70s lesbian erotica."
"They're not lesbian erotica, they're pulp novels," Santana says, squeezing around him just to watch him groan. "I'm a collector."
"That's what they all say," Blaine responds, and Santana rolls her eyes and slaps her hand over Blaine's mouth, wondering why she didn't think to do that sooner.
Each fic is exactly 300 words, which is more challenging to do than one might think, especially when you are wordy motherfuckers like we are. They're organized into categories because we like to organize things, and surprising no one we ended up writing more Kurt/Blaine than other couple, so they get their own category. (Puck/Lauren and Brittany/Santana were close, though!) Pairings, kink/prompt, and rating are all in the lj cut and beneath it, and any spoiler warnings are noted as well.
We had a lot of fun with these. In addition to adhering to the word limit, it was really fun to write some of the more random/weird pairings, and try our hand at the pairings we have longer WIPs planned for (like Puck/Lauren and Finn/Blaine) so let us know what you think! This was so addicting that we may or may not have already started writing an RPF round of them as well. (Okay, fine, we totally have.) Now on to the fic!
Kurt/Blaine
Kurt/Blaine, scent, PG, spoilers for 2.17"This isn't what it looks like," Blaine says quickly, and Kurt raises his eyebrows. Blaine has an old McKinley hoodie of Kurt's shoved halfway into his backpack, and his face is slowly turning red.
"Are you-- are you stealing my clothes?" Kurt asks, and Blaine shakes his head, dropping his backpack and sitting heavily down on Kurt's bed with a sigh.
"I swear it didn't seem that creepy until... until you actually caught me," Blaine finishes, and Kurt sits down next to Blaine on the bed.
"An explanation wouldn't hurt right now, Blaine," Kurt says softly after a minute, because something is bothering Blaine and Kurt doubts it has to do with Blaine's burning desire to steal Kurt's things.
Blaine fidgets, and then turns to look at Kurt with those big, earnest eyes he gets when he's feeling particularly emotional or vulnerable. Kurt is so weak for those eyes. "I miss you so much, Kurt. Between classes, at lunch, at Warbler meetings... That place is so empty now. Even Wes admitted to me the other day that things aren't the same without you there."
Kurt feels a familiar pang in his chest, knowing exactly how Blaine feels. "I miss you too. A lot."
"I guess I just wanted-- I don't know, it's stupid, but I wanted something I could keep with me, something that smells like you."
"Oh Blaine," Kurt says, putting his arms around Blaine's shoulders and pulling him close, hugging tightly. He still feels that little thrill that he gets to actually do this, have a boyfriend he can hug and kiss. "You could've just asked."
"I know, I'm sorry," Blaine says, pressing his face into Kurt's neck and breathing deep. Kurt shivers as Blaine starts to press soft kisses there, nudging up under Kurt's jaw with his nose.
Kurt/Blaine, public displays of affection, PG-13"You do realize that the park is still in public, right?" Kurt asks as Blaine kisses at his jaw. "As in, I have rules about PDA and you're currently breaking every single one of them?"
"Not all of them, just most," Blaine mumbles against his skin. "Besides, no one else is around and this tree is massive."
"That doesn't mean this is a good idea," Kurt whines, arching up when Blaine sucks at the spot right underneath his ear that always, always drives him crazy.
"It's a beautiful day and you look amazing in your picnic outfit," Blaine says, moving back up to kiss Kurt properly. Kurt wants to argue, but Blaine's mouth is warm and familiar and he's kissing him just right, and Kurt really does look amazing in his picnic outfit. Maybe he should try to work more gingham into his everyday wardrobe.
"What are you thinking about?" Blaine whispers, pulling back from Kurt's mouth.
"Textiles," Kurt answers truthfully, squeaking loudly when Blaine goes for the sneak attack and tickles his ribs. "Stop," he yelps. "Stop, stop right now or I'll dump the leftover potato salad on your head," he gasps out breathlessly.
"Okay, fine," Blaine says, sitting back on his heels. "That stuff is way too good to be wasted on my hair. Besides," he says, leaning back down over Kurt and nipping teasingly at his jaw. "I've got better things to do."
"Mmm," Kurt agrees, tipping his head back so Blaine can kiss down his neck. Blaine's sucking at the hollow of his throat, hot and perfect, when a loud chattering erupts from above them and leaves start to rain down.
"What in the--" Blaine says, pulling back and staring up into the tree.
"I told you someone would see," Kurt says, laughing. "Squirrels totally count."
Kurt/Blaine, neck fetishization, RKurt has the prettiest neck. It's kind of a random thing to be so interested in, Blaine knows, but he just can't help it. Kurt's neck is so long, his skin smooth and soft and clean-tasting, and more often than not Blaine will find himself just staring. Kind of like he is right now, but it's not his fault, because Blaine can just see the pale pink of a fading hickey peeking over the collar of Kurt's shirt.
Kurt is pretty adamant about his hickey policy - something about how it ages the skin prematurely. Every now and then, though, when Blaine's got Kurt spread out under him, his head thrown back on a pillow and his long, gorgeous neck bared, he'll let Blaine kiss and suck and lick all he wants. Kurt's so responsive like that, arching and gasping and panting and twisting as Blaine sucks at his skin. Once, a few weeks ago, he'd barely managed to get himself out of his pants before he'd come, sitting on Kurt's hips and just staring at the pale skin of Kurt's neck covered in marks from his mouth. He'd come so hard he almost fell off the bed.
"You're doing it again," Kurt says, startling Blaine out of his memories.
"Am not," Blaine says automatically.
"You're staring at my neck again," Kurt says. "Are you sure you're not a secret vampire?"
"I'm not a vampire," Blaine says, rolling his eyes. "You just have such a pretty neck, what am I supposed to do?"
"So weird," Kurt says, shaking his head, but he breaks off into a breathy gasp when Blaine leans in and sucks at the fading spot on Kurt's neck.
"I'm okay with being weird," Blaine says against Kurt's skin. "As long as I can keep doing this."
Kurt/Blaine, rimming, NC-17"Are you done yet?" Blaine asks from outside the bathroom door. Kurt rolls his eyes.
"Have you learned the value of patience yet?" Kurt calls back over the sound of the running water, but Blaine doesn't answer him. Instead, he opens the bathroom door and, through the frosted glass of the shower door, Kurt can see him hop up on the sink.
"Blaine," Kurt says, washing the last of the conditioner from his hair. "You can't just--"
"I'm waiting like you told me to," Blaine says happily, and Kurt sighs and turns the water in the shower off. He doesn't see why Blaine has to be so excited about this. At least Kurt talked Blaine into letting him wash up first.
"Hey you," Blaine says, holding out a towel and wrapping it around Kurt's shoulders when Kurt steps forward. He leans in, kissing behind Kurt's ear. "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be," Kurt replies, his heart speeding up at the dark look in Blaine's eyes before Blaine lets go of the towel and slides back down to the floor, pressing up behind Kurt.
"Hold onto the sink and spread your legs," Blaine whispers, hot against Kurt's neck, and Kurt almost asks, "What, here?" but Blaine's already dropping down to his knees behind Kurt. He trails his hands up the inside of Kurt's legs and then holds him open, making Kurt's knees buckle a little, making him feel so, god, exposed. Kurt knows he's blushing when Blaine finally licks, the wet pressure making him gasp softly and push back. And Blaine just keeps licking, the pressure getting harder, and now Kurt knows why Blaine told him to hold onto the sink.
"Good?" Blaine asks when he pulls back.
"Don't stop," Kurt breathes out, spreading his legs apart a little farther.
Slash
Jesse/Kurt, seduction, PG"Don't mock my insecurities, Kurt," Rachel says, crossing her arms over her chest. Kurt's disappointed it doesn't quite cover up the hideous badger in the middle of her sweater.
"As much as I enjoy drama, Rachel, I can't say I see the logic in whoring myself out to your boyfriend."
"But that's the beauty of it! If Jesse is as true to me as I think he is, he won't be swayed by your boyish charms." Rachel strides up to Kurt, grabbing his arm, and Kurt resists the urge to step back. Rachel's big, earnest eyes are frightening. "I need to know he isn't even a little bit gay, Kurt. Please do this for me and put my fears to rest."
"You've lost your mind," Kurt mumbles.
"So you'll do it?"
"I'll think about it," Kurt says, because, well. Even he has to admit Jesse St. James is somewhat dreamy.
-
The opportunity comes to him entirely on accident, when Kurt is walking to his car after Cheerios practice and bumps into Jesse.
"Sorry, I wasn't-- oh, hey Kurt," Jesse says, grinning widely. His hair looks tousled, a few curls falling over his forehead, and okay, maybe "somewhat dreamy" was an understatement. Kurt clutches his duffle bag.
"Are you looking for Rachel?" Kurt asks, because Jesse's just standing there and Kurt isn't so sure he can pull off an impromptu seduction anyway.
"Actually, I was hoping I'd run into you. Not literally, but I can't complain," Jesse says, still smiling.
"Oh?"
"I was hoping you could help me with this song. I saw how well you performed Four Minutes. Have you ever heard of 'As Long As You're Mine' from the musical Wicked?"
"Oh." Kurt would be sure to apologize to Rachel for this later. "Yes, I may have heard of it."
Kurt/Mike, teasing or tickling, PGMike Chang is a tickler. He does it to everyone - Matt and Brittany and even April Rhodes - but Kurt is still surprised when Mike dances over to him one day while they're singing Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da and spins him, dipping him at the end and then tickling him with one hand.
It's... weirdly hot, is the thing, and Kurt flushes and goes still when his breath hitches from the feeling of Mike's fingers against his skin where his shirt has ridden up. Mike's eyes go wide but he just wraps both hands around Kurt's waist and straightens him up before dancing away.
-
He doesn't stop. And it's not just in Glee, either - sometimes Mike will walk past him in the halls and reach out, tickling him on the arm or the shoulder or wherever he can reach, not seeming to care who sees or how brightly Kurt blushes.
Once, while Rachel's singing a medley of Barbara's greatest ballads, Mike stands behind him and settles his hands on Kurt's waist, not so much tickling as just kind of... petting, holding Kurt close against him and swaying them to the music.
-
"Why?" Kurt finally asks him one day after Glee, when they're the last ones in the room.
"You blush," Mike says with a shy smile. "It's pretty. Plus your skin is really soft, and I like your smile when you smile for real."
"Oh," Kurt says, because he really wasn't expecting that. "You know," he says, "there are other ways to make me blush."
"I was kind of hoping you'd say that," Mike says happily, stepping forward to wrap his hands around Kurt's waist and lean in. Kurt's so caught up in the kissing that Mike manages to get in a few quality tickles before Kurt squirms out of his grasp, laughing.
Thad/David, striking with implements, PG-13"David, this is positively scandalous," Thad hisses as David unlocks the door to the Warbler's meeting room. "We're breaking several rules right now."
"I know," David says quietly into Thad's ear. "Doesn't it give you a rush?"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about, sir," Thad demurs.
"None at all?" David says, grabbing Thad's wrist and leading him over to the conference table. "You're not excited even a little bit, Thadeus?"
"N-no, sir, I most certainly am not," Thad says, hoping David won't notice his completely coincidental stutter and lack of breath at the moment.
"I think you're lying," David says, his voice low and gruff in Thad's ear. "Because I felt you, last week. When we almost got caught kissing behind the boat house? You got so hard."
"David, language," Thad says weakly, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "You're being uncouth."
"I think you like it when I talk a little dirty," David says. "Is that right, Thad? You get off on being a little naughty." Thad can't exactly deny that, even though he wants to, so he just nods, not trusting his voice.
David grins darkly and pulls open the middle drawer of the table, taking Wes's gavel out of its velvet pouch. "I've seen you looking. Wishing you were the one with the power, the one in charge." Thad nods again, his eyes big and his cock definitely hardening in his pants at David's words and the dark look in his eyes.
"Well too bad," David says, his voice suddenly bright. "Because like I said, Thadeus, you've been awfully naughty tonight. And you know what happens to naughty boys?"
Thad does. Even before David bends him over the table and smacks him soundly on the bottom with the gavel.
Finn/Kurt, fantasies, RKurt's in a good mood. The locker room is empty, which means chances of harassment are blissfully low. At least, that's what Kurt thinks until someone comes up behind him as he's singing and washing his hair in the shower.
"You sound so good," a voice whispers in his ear, and Kurt yelps and jumps away, stopped from running away only by the hands on his hips. He turns around and resists the urge to throttle.
"Oh my god," Kurt gasps, staring at Finn with wide, panicked eyes. "You terrified me, I thought you were a football player. What on earth are you--"
"Sex in the locker room, remember?" Finn says in a low, stupidly sexy voice.
"What is wrong with you, anyone could walk in, oh my god--"
"But last night you said--" Finn cuts himself off, and Kurt almost feels bad because of the confused look on his face. Almost.
"That was a fantasy, Finn. I also have a fantasy about having sex on the piano in the choir room, do you want to do that next?" Kurt hisses.
"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea, we have Glee next in that room--"
"Sarcasm, Finn."
"Oh. Right." Finn reluctantly lets go of Kurt's hips. "So does that mean I have to go?"
Kurt makes the mistake of not looking away from Finn's face and his resolve starts to crumble. God, why is he so easy for Finn Hudson? "Just... no more surprise acting out fantasies in public, okay?" Kurt says, leaning up on his toes to kiss Finn softly.
Finn grabs Kurt's hips again, grinning as he follows Kurt's mouth when Kurt drops back down on his feet. "So, not in public--"
"I amend my statement to 'ever.' No surprise acting out fantasies ever," Kurt says firmly.
Jesse/Blaine, face-fucking, NC-17"I thought 'duet' meant... you know, duet," Blaine gasps out as Jesse presses him into the mattress, trailing wet kisses over Blaine's neck. Blaine isn't even sure how they got onto the bed.
"That's so cute," Jesse says, his nose wrinkled up a little, and Blaine gasps again when Jesse's hand slides between their bodies, cupping Blaine's hard-on through his pants. "You have quite the stage presence, you know. Up in front, singing the solos and dancing around under those hot lights, everyone staring at you, the star of the show--"
Blaine's hips jerk up under Jesse and Jesse laughs, sitting up. "Always the same. How would you like to give me a different kind of performance, Blaine?"
Jesse's leer makes something hot twist up in Blaine's stomach. "Okay," he says, watching with wide eyes as Jesse lays back on the bed and works his pants open. Blaine always thought losing his virginity would involve more romance than this, but then again, he never saw himself with the hot lead from Vocal Adrenaline either. He figures it's an even trade-off, in the grand scheme of things.
"C'mere," Jesse says, tugging at Blaine's wrist, and Blaine sits up and crawls over to where Jesse's cock is resting on his stomach. His very real, very hard cock. Definitely still 100% gay, Blaine thinks happily.
"Go on," Jesse says, but Blaine's already leaning down, swallowing around the head of Jesse's cock experimentally. He reaches to hold it but Jesse grabs his wrist again.
"No, like this," Jesse breathes, and before Blaine can get used to it, the taste and the strange thickness in his mouth, Jesse is thrusting his hips up, threading his fingers into Blaine's curls to keep his mouth in place.
Blaine's never been more grateful that he's an exceptionally quick learner.
Blaine/Finn, coming without being touched, NC-17"This is weird, this is so weird," Finn babbles.
"Would you stop?" Blaine says. "I don't have my finger in yet."
"So weird, though," Finn breathes out nervously.
"It'll be worth it," Blaine says, patting Finn's thigh soothingly before pouring lube into his palm and warming it with his fingers. "Now take a deep breath, and then push out like I told you." Finn nods, and he actually does as instructed, which is almost as impressive as the way Blaine's finger slides inside in one smooth motion before Finn goes stiff and starts to clench around it. "Shh," Blaine says, leaning over to kiss Finn's knee. "Just take a second, get used to it."
"I don't know if I can get used to it, dude," Finn says. "It's a finger. In my butt."
"Nice," Blaine says, crooking his finger inside of Finn deliberately and grinning in satisfaction when Finn's entire body jerks at the sensation.
"Woah," Finn says. "What?"
"I've been trying to tell you," Blaine says. "Now relax and let me do this." Finn nods and lets out a shaky breath, leaning back against the pillows, and he doesn't say much of anything until Blaine's got three fingers inside, pressing slowly in and out to get Finn used to the stretch.
"Can you... again?" Finn asks. Blaine nods, crooking his fingers just right, loving the way he can feel Finn's whole body shake as Blaine starts to thrust in and out, hitting Finn's prostate.
Finn's making low, rough noises, his hips working against Blaine's hand, and Blaine's not expecting it at all when Finn lets out a rough grunt and tenses almost painfully around Blaine's fingers as he comes, his cock lying untouched on his belly.
"Dude," Finn says, looking down curiously at his come on his stomach. "Whoa."
Femslash
Rachel/Mercedes, experimentation, PG-13"Are you out of your damn mind?" Mercedes asks.
"Mercedes, it makes perfect sense," Rachel says imploringly. "I want to know what it's like to kiss a girl, you want to know what it's like to kiss, and--"
"Reminding me that I'm hopelessly single is not the way to get into my pants, Rachel," Mercedes snaps.
"Oh Mercedes, you know that's not what I meant," Rachel says, knee-walking over to her on the bed and leaning against Mercedes's side. "I just want to know what it's like, and I trust you. You're my best friend."
"I'm your only friend," Mercedes says, still a little pissed off.
"We don't have to kiss if you don't want to," Rachel says. "It's just - if Santana and Brittany can do it, then why can't I indulge my occasional, albeit fleeting, sapphic curiosity?"
"If I kiss you, will you shut up?" Mercedes asks.
"Yes," Rachel says eagerly, sitting back up and turning to Mercedes expectantly. "Now close your eyes, and I'll do all the--"
"Rachel, please," Mercedes says, rolling her eyes. "Just because I've never kissed anyone doesn't mean I'm a moron." Rachel looks a little confused, and Mercedes isn't really up for another round of Let's Talk About Our Feelings, so she leans in and presses her lips to Rachel's, soft at first, then a little more intent, sucking at Rachel's lip like she's seen in movies.
Rachel makes a small noise at that, a breathless kind of gasp, and then her lips are open and moving against Mercedes's lips, sliding wetly, and huh. It's kind of nice. Mercedes could be down for this, she thinks, if she was kissing someone she was hot for.
"Okay," Rachel says, pulling back suddenly, her cheeks red and her breath fast and shaky. "Okay, yeah. Curiosity satisfied."
Santana/Rachel, biting, PG-13"I don't see why it has to be me," Rachel says, squirming where Santana has her pinned to the wall of the girls' bathroom. "Unless you're going to kill me, in which case I think you should know that my death would absolutely destroy any chances we have of winning Nationals."
"Relax, hobbit, I'm not going to kill you. Probably. But gee, maybe drinking your blood will give me some of your amazing talent!"
"Oh, really? I didn't think it worked like that--"
"I was kidding, now shut up," Santana growls, and Rachel dutifully shuts her mouth as Santana nuzzles into her neck. She's seen Lauren feed off Puck, and knows that Blaine's fed off Kurt. They both didn't seem to mind, so maybe it wasn't that bad. Santana used to feed off Brittany all the time, but Rachel suspects there was a falling out somehow related to their lesbotic duet and, well, Santana's been looking worse and worse lately. Rachel closes her eyes and steels herself. She is simply taking one for the team, ensuring that Glee will continue to function.
"Ow, owww," Rachel says, because Santana's teeth are sharp, but Santana doesn't seem too worried. She keeps her hands on Rachel's wrists, keeping her pressed into the wall, and as she starts to drink, sucking hard over Rachel's neck, Rachel moans softly. It's not her fault, her neck is very sensitive, and Santana's mouth is insistent and making Rachel feel dizzy and hot all over, the dragging pull so intense that Rachel clings to Santana's shoulders to stay upright.
"Oh, oh," Rachel gasps, her stomach twisting up tight, and then Santana's pulling back, licking over Rachel's neck gently. Rachel's panting as Santana nuzzles at her neck again, humming softly.
"Thanks for that, Polly Pocket."
"Anytime," Rachel says weakly.
Brittany/Santana, shower sex, RSantana doesn't do this with Brittany that often, and when Kurt walks by, she remembers why.
"Oh my god," Kurt stops and says, slowly turning red. "Are you--"
"You're not even supposed to be in this locker room, Hummel," Santana snaps, hugging Brittany close under the spray of the water. Gay or not, Kurt's done nothing to deserve an eyeful of hot, naked girls.
"Screw you, Santana," Kurt shoots back. "Have fun 'conserving water,' or whatever excuse you're using for your latent homosexuality this time."
"Have fun remembering your latent dick and use the right locker room next time!" Santana calls after him. Who does he think he is, judging Santana and Brittany for getting some? Stupid virgin.
"Santana, is Kurt right?" Brittany asks softly a minute later, and Santana lets go of her and steps back, getting out a loofah to soap up and wash them both with.
"No," Santana says immediately, and then, "Right about what?"
Brittany's looking at her with big, sad eyes as Santana swipes the loofah over her shoulders, down her arms. "About being capital G gay," Brittany says softly. "I like you more than boys, Santana, doesn't that mean--"
"We don't need some prude labeling us," Santana scoffs, feeling weirdly self-conscious when she runs the loofah over her own breasts and Brittany's eyes follow the movement. Brittany reaches forward as Santana rinses off, letting her thumbs play with Santana's nipples. "Brit--"
"I wouldn't mind being labeled as yours," Brittany whispers, ducking her head down to suck Santana's nipple past her lips. Santana gasps, reaching up to cup the side of Brittany's face.
"Wanna know a secret?"
"Duh," Brittany says, kissing up Santana's neck.
"I wouldn't mind being labeled as yours either."
Brittany's smiling when she kisses Santana, and Santana tugs at her hair.
Brittany/Santana, heat, NC-17"Santana," Brittany squeals, "your tongue feels like winter!"
"You said you were hot, remember?" Santana says sweetly, sitting up and grabbing another ice cube from the bowl by the bed. "I'm just helping you cool off," she tells Brittany, trailing the ice cube up Brittany's taunt stomach and skimming it over her nipples. Brittany gasps, arching up with a whine.
"San," Brittany says, her skin starting to get covered with goosebumps. "It's so cold, I can't--"
"Shh, just a little bit more," Santana says, resting the ice cube on Brittany's belly button. "You're doing so good."
Brittany whines, grabbing at Santana's shoulders, and Santana lets herself be pulled up and kisses Brittany softly, pulling back when Brittany tries to deepen it. She can feel the ice cube melting between their stomachs, and when she slides back down Brittany's body, there's a pool of cold water gathered on her stomach. Santana sucks the sliver of ice cube that's left back into her mouth and pushes Brittany's thighs apart, holding it against Brittany's clit with her tongue.
Brittany yelps and bucks against her face, and Santana would feel bad but the ice cube's already gone, melted from the heat between them. Santana licks at Brittany with wide strokes until she starts to warm back up, and Brittany threads her hands into Santana's hair and rocks up against her face, whining the way she does when she's close.
"Fingers?" Brittany asks. "Santana, please, inside?"
"Of course," Santana says, pulling back to smile up at Brittany. Brittany's eyes widen when Santana dips her fingers into the bowl of ice, mostly just cold water now, and she lets out a high, sharp hiss when Santana slides two inside.
"See?" Santana says as she leans back down to lick over Brittany's clit. "Don't you feel cooler already?"
Het
Wes/Santana, vulnerability, PG"You look sad," the Warbler with the spiky hair with too much gel says as he sits across from her.
"I don't get sad, I get angry," Santana says, taking a vicious bite of her breadstick to prove her point. "What do you care, anyway?"
"Truthfully? I just got dumped."
"I'm not looking to be your rebound, prepschool."
"I'm not looking for a rebound," he says. "And it's Wes."
"If you're not looking for a rebound, what on earth are you doing here bothering me?" Santana asks.
"I thought maybe we could be sad together," Wes says. "You know, misery loves company."
"I don't love company," Santana says. "I love breadsticks."
"They are quite delicious, I must say," Wes says, reaching for one.
"Uh uh," Santana snaps, slapping his hand away. "These are mine. No touching."
"Right," Wes says, grinning at her. "So: Hot, angry, not into hookups, not good with sharing," Wes says. "Did I miss anything?"
"I never said I wasn't into hookups," Santana says, taking another bite of breadstick. "Just that I wasn't looking to be your rebound, because I can tell from one look at your private school ass that you're all about romance and holding hands and all that bullshit, and I don't go for that. I don't like relationships, I like--"
"Breadsticks," Wes says, signaling the waiter over and pointing to Santana's mostly empty basket of breadsticks.
"Well, yes," Santana says, eyeing him speculatively. If she messed up his hair and told him he wasn't allowed to talk, she might be able to make this work. "Breadsticks and sex," she says pointedly, rubbing her foot against his ankle under the table. Wes blushes, and Santana has to admit she likes the look of it. Huh. Maybe tonight won't be a total bust after all.
Thad/Santana, restraint, PG-13"I'll show you about not coming at all," Santana mumbles, pulling out two scarves from her closet. She's tempted to get a sock to stuff into his mouth too, because he won't stop talking at her. As if she cares what he has to say.
"But I'm not even the one who sang it! It's Blaine you're looking for, he's the-- the scoundrel who--"
"Okay, seriously, could you stop talking like you're from some boring British movie? I mean, you don't even have the hot accent, so what's the point?" Santana says, making sure Thad's wrists are secure where they're tied to her headboard. "And this isn't a punishment, preppy. You would definitely know if I was punishing you," Santana adds with a leer.
"Please let me go, madam," Thad tries, bordering on whining, and Santana rolls her eyes.
"The uniform is hot, I'll give you that," she says, tugging at his tie and staring at the way his throat bobs nervously, the material pressing into his neck, "but everything else about your group is just so stuffy. I'm taking you on as a charity case, Chad--"
"Thad."
"Yeah, whatever, Garbler." She crawls onto her bed, straddling him, and grins when his eyes go wide. He might be an even funner virgin to play with than Finn was. "You ever been with a girl before? I'm guessing you don't get to meet a lot of girls at gay Hogwarts."
"Please don't hurt me," Thad says softly, and Santana laughs.
"I have so much to teach you about things your little schoolboy mind has only dreamed of, Brad." Santana's happy to see that he isn't pulling at the scarves tying him to the bed anymore when she starts to unbutton his shirt, leaving the tie where it is. "So much."
Puck/Lauren, crossdressing, R"Are you sure I have to do this?" Puck asks, fidgeting. "Can't you think of something else?"
"Nope," Lauren says happily. "You lost the bet, and I picked those out special just for you."
"But what about practice?" Puck says desperately. "I can't change in front of the guys if I'm wearing chick underwear."
"You should have thought of that before you made the bet, then, Puckerman," Lauren says, rolling her eyes. "I have no sympathy for you."
"Not even a little?" Puck pouts at her.
"Not even a little," Lauren says, walking over and snapping the waistband of the panties against Puck's skin. "But," she says, sliding her hand inside of the silky material, "if you're a very, very good boy and you keep these on all day like you promised, I might just give you a reward tonight."
"What kind of reward?" Puck asks breathlessly, his hips straining up, trying to get her to move her hand lower.
"Oh, I haven't decided yet," Lauren says, squeezing at Puck's mostly-soft cock once before pulling her hand back. "Depends on how well you behave, like I said."
"I can be good," Puck says, his voice a little whiny. "I can be so good, Lauren, just you wait and see."
"Aww," Lauren says, cradling Puck's face in her hands. "You're so sweet when you're desperate for my approval." She'd say more, because she really does enjoy getting Puck all desperate and wanting and willing to do anything she says, but Puck looks really hot in the panties Lauren had picked out - deep red with lace trim that hugged his ass perfectly - so she leans in for a kiss, biting down on Puck's lip just to hear him moan. Today's going to be a good day. She can feel it.
Puck/Lauren, spanking, R"I feel ridiculous right now," Puck mumbles, shifting where he's on his hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed.
"Don't be such a baby, Puckerman," Lauren says, rolling her eyes. "You were okay with making a sex tape but you're scared of a little ass slapping?"
"I'm not scared, I just feel ridiculous," Puck shoots back. He should look ridiculous - he's wearing a t-shirt but he's naked from the waist down, ass up right in front of where Lauren's leaning back against the pillows - but somehow he doesn't. Maybe Lauren's just going soft for him, or maybe it's because she's spent so much time thinking about spanking a boy that she would find this hot no matter what. She's pretty sure it's that first one, though, which only makes her want to smack him harder.
"You're the one who asked for this, you know," Lauren says, stroking up his thigh and grinning when Puck shivers. She had jumped at the chance, sure, but it never hurts to remind Puck of who's in charge.
"I know, it's just--"
"What's the matter? Is this not sexy enough for you? Do you want me to find a zebra print push-up bra and do my hair all big like that MILF who spanked you the first time?"
"Please don't," Puck says with a shudder. "She had these long scary finger nails, I had scratches on my butt for a week."
"You don't have to worry about that this time," Lauren says kindly, patting his ass before smacking him, sharp and sudden, and smiling when he hisses and rocks back against her hand. "Hand prints, sure," she says, bringing her hand down again and then squeezing at his ass where it's starting to heat up under her hand. "But no scratches."
Finn/Brittany, sex under clothes, R"What are you doing in the boys' locker room?" Finn asks, his voice cracking, but Brittany has her hand down his pants so it's not really his fault.
"I spend a lot of time in the boys' locker room. Why else would I have my own locker?" She throws a look over Finn's shoulder and Finn turns around, following her gaze to the locker with the word "Brittany" spelled out in diagonal sparkly foam letters. He had always kind of wondered about that.
"Okay, new question. Why do you have your hand in my pants?" Finn squirms, but Brittany just kind of squeezes at him through his boxers and crap, he's starting to get hard. Which is also totally not his fault, but it's still embarrassing.
"Santana told me about your problem and I want to help," Brittany says softly, leaning in closer.
"I don't have a problem," Finn says quickly.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Finn." Brittany holds Finn's hand with the hand that isn't currently squeezing over his dick, and Finn's pretty sure he's starting to turn red. And is definitely, definitely hard now. "We're in a safe space and you can totally share with me right now. Also you can touch my boobs if you want, because Santana said she wouldn't let you touch hers but I don't mind because it feels nice."
Finn is so, so tempted. "Brittany, if you keep-- if you don't stop doing that I'm going to, uh--" Finn cuts off with a groan, already feeling the building heat low in his stomach.
Brittany stares at Finn, her eyebrows furrowed. "That's kind of the point, Finn." She brings the hand holding his up to her chest, guiding his hand to one of her boobs.
"Oh god," Finn gasps, coming. Brittany beams at him.
Blaine/Santana, fuck or die, NC-17"This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me," Blaine whines.
"Look, it's not like I'm exactly thrilled about it, okay?" Santana huffs, sinking down onto Blaine's cock. "I considered that creepy old fortune teller's 'death' option, but in the end sex with you seemed like less of a sacrifice."
"Gee, thanks," Blaine says, rolling his eyes.
"That was before I actually tried to have sex with you, though," Santana says. "Now I yearn for the sweet release of death."
"You sure know how to sweet talk a boy," Blaine says.
"Now if only you could learn how to fuck a girl," Santana says, grinding her hips down.
"Santana, I'm gay," Blaine says, grabbing onto her hips as she starts to rock back and forth on his cock. "Learning how to fuck girls is not at the top of my list."
"Here's hoping you're better at fucking boys," Santana mumbles. "Or else I'm suddenly feeling really bad for Hummel."
"Leave Kurt out of this," Blaine growls, his hips finally snapping up to meet hers when Santana clenches around him. "I just want to get this over with so we can pretend it never happened and go back to not speaking to each other."
"You and me both," Santana hisses, rocking forward faster. "This is all your fault anyway. Who goes to a sketchy ass flea market to find an anniversary present?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Blaine groans. "Obviously the flea market is only good for buying bulk lots of 70s lesbian erotica."
"They're not lesbian erotica, they're pulp novels," Santana says, squeezing around him just to watch him groan. "I'm a collector."
"That's what they all say," Blaine responds, and Santana rolls her eyes and slaps her hand over Blaine's mouth, wondering why she didn't think to do that sooner.