For the last four months all of my smut has been about twenty times more canon and believable, meaning that this bit of dirty talk easily could have happened. You know, if Glee was on HBO at 11pm or something. Such a wonderful world we live in.
Anyway, throw some reviews at me. They are very much equal to love.
And I don't own Glee, even though the lines are blurring somewhat.
Talk To Me
Blaine and I had been a sexually active couple for nearly three months now and we were learning new things about each other all the time, but Blaine was much better at talking about... that sort of thing than I was. I know, I know, it's absurd that I'm still embarrassed when I've been having regular sex with my extremely attractive boyfriend for months. But Blaine didn't seem to have any shame, at least not while we were alone together. He told me everything – everything he'd ever fantasised about, everything I did that he particularly enjoyed, and every position and kink he was curious to try. However, although there were lots of things going on in my head, I just couldn't return the favour, like saying any of it out loud might make me seem perverted or something.
Blaine never pressured me, of course. He could tell that just wasn't ready to talk about that stuff yet, but I'd get there eventually. But I wished that I could just open up to him like he could with me. It wasn't like he was going to judge me or think any less of me or suddenly fall out of love with me just for telling him what I wanted. We trusted each other completely. So what was I so afraid of?
What I needed to do was start with something small. Obviously there were a great number of things that turned me on about Blaine, everything from the way his hips moved when he walked to his Disney Princess eyelashes. But there was one thing that made me shiver just thinking about it, one thing that I knew I should tell him about but I wasn't sure I'd even be able to explain.
During the throws of passion, when we were making love so fiercely that the bed was moving with us, Blaine had a tendency to get kind of... talkative. I'm pretty sure he had no idea what he was saying, but God. Just listening to him talking, his voice sounding all deep and husky, could probably get me off without him even having to touch me. He would tell me what he wanted to do to me, how sexy he thought he was and how much I was turning him on, not to mention a stream of expletives that he would never say in any other situation. And there was something about hearing Blaine curse when he was usually so polite and proper that just... did something to me.
But the thing that I really couldn't explain was that I wanted more. I wanted him to really talk dirty to me. I wanted him to whisper filth into my ear in that deep, raspy voice as he took me hard. I wanted him to call me names, tell me I belong to him and call me his slut... oh, God. That sounded so wrong even in my head. I really had no idea how I was going to tell him all this, at least not without dying of embarrassment midway through the conversation.
Blaine's parents were away for the weekend, so I was spending the night at his house. We went straight up to his bedroom without much prelude. He sat down on the edge of the bed and brought me with him so I was straddling his lap, crashing our lips together in a slow but heated kiss. As it was the weekend his hair was gel-less, and I ran my fingers through his loose, fluffy curls as our tongues explored each other's mouths in a wonderfully familiar way. I felt his hands moved down my back, resting on my ass and squeezing, and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth. He pulled me closer to him, kissing me harder and pressing our bodies against each other until the bulges in our jeans rubbed together.
"Mmm, you're so hot, Kurt," he murmured against my lips, squeezing and massaging my ass cheeks. "So fucking hot... you have no idea..."
I hummed at his words, his voice already making me shiver. It was now or never. I had to tell him what I wanted, no matter how embarrassing. I pulled away from his kiss. His little disappointed whimper was adorable, but it did nothing to calm my nerves.
"Blaine?" I said tentatively.
"Yes, Kurt?" he smiled.
"Erm... you know how, er," I mumbled, already blushing. "You know how you want me to talk about... about... stuff... about things I want... in the bedroom?"
"Yes...?" Blaine said slowly.
"Well, I know what I want."
Blaine grinned, his gorgeous eyes lighting up. "Great! So what is it you want to try? You know I'm up for pretty much anything."
I took a deep breath, my hands shaking against his shoulder. "I want you to... to... talk to me."
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You want me to talk to you?"
I looked everywhere but at him as I nodded. I could feel my face burning and I knew I must be bright red.
"You're going to have to elaborate a little bit, sweetheart," he said gently.
Oh God... "Well, whenever we're having sex you talk a lot, and I... I really like it, but... but I want... more. I want you to..." My voice was barely a whisper. "I want you to talk... talk dirty to me."
I didn't want to look at him, but his hands softly cup my cheek and turn my face so I couldn't help but look into his eyes. I was surprised to see that he was smiling.
"Sounds like fun."
"Wait, so you... you actually want to...?"
"Totally," he grinned. "I'm up for whatever makes you happy and whatever gets you off. You want me to talk to you, so I will talk to you."
I smiled at him, still blushing but not feeling nearly as embarrassed. "Thank you."
"No problem, gorgeous," he said, kissing me quickly on the lips. "Anything in particular you want me to say?"
I shook my head with an awkward shrug. I didn't think I was quite ready to elaborate that much yet. I especially wasn't ready to tell him that I wanted him to call me his slut... no way. He pulled me into another hard, passionate kiss, sucking my tongue into my mouth until I was too turned on to care about anything but him. His hands were all over my body, pushing off my waistcoat and untucking my shirt so he could caress my stomach and my hips. He kissed his way down my jaw, nipping at my neck and sucking on my earlobe, before he suddenly started to whisper right into my ear.
"You really want me to talk dirty, huh?"
I nodded against him. "Uh-huh."
"That really is so hot," he whispered deeply. "Knowing that you get off on that... it's sexy as hell. It makes me just want to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless."
I trembled against him, moaning against his neck, as he started to unbutton my shirt from the bottom, running his slightly calloused fingertips over my stomach as he did. He pushed my open shirt off my shoulders and left and trail of kisses down my neck and my collarbone, speaking softly as he did.
"Not that I don't always want to fuck you senseless, of course. You drive me insane, Kurt. If I could forget about everything else and just spend the rest of my life making you come, I totally would."
He started to nip and suck on my skin, leaving little red marks on my neck and my collar.
"I love leaving my mark on your skin," he whispered against me. "I'd love to just cover your creamy neck in hickies, so everyone will know that you're all mine."
He growled the last words, making me whimper against him. That was just what I wanted – to belong to him. My hard on was straining uncomfortably against my skinny jeans.
"Too many clothes," I said desperately. "We're wearing way too many clothes."
I pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it aside, before we fell back against the bed and hastily took each other's pants off, kissing feverishly as he did. Once we were completely naked he lay on top of me, between my legs so our erections rubbed together. We rutted against each other as we kissed passionately. He kissed down my neck and started talking again in a low growl.
"You get me so hot, Kurt. Every time I touch myself I only think about you. I think about the taste of your beautiful cock, so deep in my mouth that you're all I can taste and smell. And I think about how damn sexy you look when you're on top of me, riding my cock and moaning... fuck, the noises you make could put a porn star to shame, baby. I come so fucking hard whenever I think about you, Kurt."
Oh my God, Blaine was good at this... I needed him inside me right this second. I was already too damn horny for anything else.
"Fuck me, Blaine... please, just... just fuck me..."
"With pleasure, baby."
He reached over to the bedside cabinet for a condom and a half empty bottle of lube, and I spread my legs in anticipation. She squirted some lube onto his fingers, rubbing them a little bit to warm them up, before he started to trace my hole with one wet finger. I gasped, my toes curling, when he finally pushed his finger inside me, all the way to the knuckle. He twisted it, thrusting it in and out until my muscles relaxed enough for him to add a second finger.
"You should see yourself like this, baby," he said in that same husky voice, fingering me harder. "You're so fucking sexy like this, Kurt, all breathless and turned on. I love making you fall apart, seeing you writhing on the bed, so horny and needy." He added a third finger, scissoring them to stretch me out. "And you feel so tight around my fingers, baby. This gorgeous ass feels even better around my cock, so tight and hot. You're just dying for me to fuck you into the mattress, aren't you?"
"Oh God, yes," I gasped, pushing down against his hand. "Please... please..."
Blaine smirked as he removed his finger. "I do love to hear you beg, Kurt. As if I could possibly say no to you."
I whimpered a little in disappointment when he removed his fingers, and watched as he rolled the condom onto his thick erection and slicked himself up with some more lube. He positioned himself between my legs and caught my lips in a hard kiss as he pushed his length inside me in one swift moved, both of us groaning into each other's mouths.
"You feel so fucking incredible, Kurt," he whispered as we stayed still for a second and I got used to the intrusion.
Finally he started to move, slowly at first but steadily faster. I wrapped my legs around his hips, meeting his thrusts and dragging my fingers through his hair.
"Harder," I moaned desperately. "Fuck me, Blaine... oh God... don't stop... talk to me..."
Blaine hooked his hands around my thighs, spreading my legs wider and fucking me harder, angling himself just right so that he hit that magical spot inside me that made me scream. All the while he spoke breathlessly.
"You're so hot, Kurt... so fucking hot... you're so tight around me, baby... look at you, you're fucking gorgeous like this, writhing and moaning underneath me... you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen... and you're all mine, baby... all mine..."
"Yes, yes!" I gasped, already feeling close to my orgasm. "I'm all yours... all yours... I'm your slut, Blaine..."
If he was shocked by my words, he didn't show it. If anything it made him fuck me even harder, wrapping his hand around my leaking cock and stroking in time with his hard, rough thrusts.
"Yes, you are," he growled. "You're my beautiful, filthy little slut, Kurt."
Holy shit... I was definitely close to the edge now. I was never going to forget hearing him say those words. I was clinging onto the headboard with both hands, unable to do anything other moan louder and louder, practically screaming.
"Ahh, I'm so close, baby," he groaned. "Are you?"
All I could do was nod as he stroked my hard on even faster, his cock pounding into me so hard that it would have been painful if it hadn't been so damn good.
"Come for me, baby," he said huskily. "I want to see you see fall apart, Kurt... I want to see you jizzing all over yourself like the horny, wanton little slut you are, and I'm licking up every last drop once you do."
It was only seconds after these words that the tidal wave crashed over me and my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, so hard that I was seeing stars, so intense that I'm pretty sure my heart stopped at one point. I screamed Blaine's name as my whole body shuddered, spurting all over his hand and my stomach. Blaine slammed into me messily as he came too, his cry muffled as he latched his mouth to my shoulder, before we collapsed on top of each other, a sweaty pile of limbs.
With what little energy he had left, Blaine moved down my body and dragged his tongue up my torso, lapping up all of my come and licking my softening cock clean, before he rolled off of me and onto the bed, sweat dripping down his forehead. I was trying to remember how to breathe, my whole body so exhausted that I couldn't even moved. But I'd literally never been happier.
"Thank you," I said quietly. "Thank you... so much... I love you... so much..."
Blaine turned and wrapped his arm around me, kissing me softly on the cheek.
"You're welcome, beautiful," he said with a smile. "And I love you too."
I wanted to thank him even more for this wonderful, unbelievable night, I wanted him to hold him and kiss him, but I was so drained from the intense orgasm that I fell asleep almost immediately, Blaine's face nuzzled into my neck and his arm tight around me. Telling him what I wanted turned out a lot better than I expected. Maybe I'd suggest handcuffs next time...
Hope you enjoyed the dirty talk, Humble Readers.