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Summer, thank God it was finally summer. You’d been painfully waiting to graduate from high school ever since that awkward first day of sixth grade. You never thought you’d get so much joy from throwing a hat in the air and having it potentially land in someone’s eye. Your diploma sat on your dresser, tucked neatly in its fake leather book, just like everyone else’s that graduated with you that lived at the Institute – the Professor said “it was an achievement you shouldn’t take lightly”.
But getting the hell out of that school wasn’t even the best part, oh no. It was the after party you couldn’t wait for, the party everyone had been planning for an entire year. And everyone was going; Kitty, Rogue, Evan, and Kurt – plus a few others you weren’t particularly close to. Of course just the idea of going to a rave and dancing until you thought you were going to pass out sent shivers of excitement down your arms, but it was also the first time Kurt had ever been to one. Yeah, you felt bad for teasing him about it, trying to tell yourself ‘but everyone else did, too, and I didn’t even start it’. Either way, taking someone to their first rave was like going to your first one all over again, and thankfully for you, that had been one hell of a good night.
Kitty popped her head through your door, her hair done up with neon pink streaks. “Hey, come on, Scott said he wants to leave in like, five minutes,” she said, smiling giddily, and you could tell she was bouncing on her toes on the other side of your door.
You shoo her away and finish getting dressed, sliding the thick fluffies over your shoes and pulling on your matching neon arm warmers. One more look-over in the mirror and you confirmed it, you were hot. It didn’t matter what anyone else said. Tonight you were one sexy ass son of a bitch and you were going to dance like all the guys wanted you. Your makeup and hair made you look mysterious, and your clothes made you look delicious.
As you made your way down the hall, headed for the lobby, you were yanked into one of the various bedrooms by Kitty and told to give your opinion. “Opinion on what?” you asked, desperately trying to regain your footing.
“Tell Kurt he looks fine so we can go,” she demanded, pointing her finger in the direction of the aforementioned.
Oh hot damn. But you couldn’t say that out loud. It was really hard not to though, considering what he was wearing… or rather, what he wasn’t wearing. Other than the elaborately blue circuit printed trip pants and studded leather bracelets Kitty had let him borrow, he wasn’t wearing much else. Though, you were fairly certain she was referring to that fact that he was also visibly clad in blue fur and his tail swished back and forth nervously behind him. It took you a minute to formulate a response, you were much too wrapped up in just how fine he did look. His hair was gently mused, which you always thought was cute, his fur ruffled just a little in all the right places, and there was the slightest bit of darker fur peeking over the hem of his pants above his naval.
“You look fine, what’s the matter?” It sounded nonchalant, you think, but you put your hands on your hips just to make sure, hoping you hadn’t been distracted for too long.
He made a sound of distress and looked back in the mirror on his dresser. “But von’t zey stare at me? I’m covered in fur,” he whined.
They’ll stare at you because you’re fuckin’ attractive, not because you’re fuzzy. “Nah, they’ll pass you off as a furry. Besides, you’ll be sweating, and I’m pretty sure you won’t want to be wearing a shirt over all that fur.” Nailed it.
With Kurt feeling more confident about his appearance, you and Kitty practically dragged him downstairs by the tail, eager to get a move on. Scott waited out by his car, Rogue already in the passenger seat and waving at the three of you.
Scott gave Kurt a once-over and then eyed you and Kitty. “Are you sure it’s okay for him to go out like that?”
Kitty nodded while you gave proper explanation. “People pay hundreds of dollars to look like that at raves, he’ll be covered in women.” Alright, maybe that hurt a little to say, because you knew it was probably true, though you also knew that playing it cool would work better than being awkward and clingy. But Jesus Christ he looked soft and cuddly and the air blowing around you was freezing.
It was nearly impossible to hide that fact that your teeth were chattering during the entire ride, but you hardly noticed through the excited conversation of showing off your much practiced dance moves in front of other people and scoping out hot guys. As the club building came into view, it took some encouraging words to keep the little fuzzbutt from backing out.
“Kurt, relax, as long as you stick with us you’ll be fine!” Kitty yelled over the wind, leaning over you – as you had taken care to inconspicuously take the middle seat.
You watched his face as it twisted into worry and anxiety.
“But I don’t know how to dance to zis kind of music,” he said, and you realized that that was a detail you and Kitty had tried not to forget.
“Don’t worry,” you said, leaning over so you didn’t have to yell so loud. “It’s really simple, you’ll catch on.” When he smiled at you the butterflies settled deep in the pit of your stomach, and the mixture of cold air and internal heat made your cheeks hurt.
It started out in high school as a little crush, like they all did, and you figured it would eventually go away, like the others had. But this one didn’t, it stuck with you through two whole years, and it was an internal emotional roller coaster. Sometimes when he’d flirt with you, you were sure he was into you, until he got a girlfriend. When you thought about it, the sheer amount of tears you shed for him and all of the outbursts of frustration made you a little ashamed. But he hadn’t been with anyone since Amanda, that fuckin’ bitch. You didn’t like to think awfully of her, but you knew from the get-go she was only using him. Needless to say, you made sure to be his shoulder to cry on, and ever since then, you can confidently say they the two of you have been fairly close.
When Scott pulled up to the front doors and you gracelessly climbed out of his car, the loud music from inside intensified your goose bumps. You collectively waved him off, then as a group of four, filed in line to go through the preliminaries. Everyone doubled checked that they had their IDs, since it was one of those 21 and under friendly clubs.
It took a good twenty minutes to get in, but that was alright, conversation was nice and easy. At one point you felt something twitch against the skin of your thigh and you looked down, seeing the furry blue tail. He was nervous again.
“Hey,” you laughed, smiling at him. “Calm down already, and keep that thing under control.” His sheepish smile and the way his ears twitched and turned faintly purple with his cheeks as he shied away from you made your heart flutter all over again.
The butterflies didn’t die down until the guard at the front door asked for everyone’s ID, which you all presented. He did an authenticity check before handing them back with a smile and a terse, “Go ahead.”
Inside the music vibrated in your chest, the neon lights flashed while still maintaining an atmosphere of comfortable darkness. A thin layer of mist hung in the air with the smell of sweat and hormones, the massive room packed to the walls with teens desperate to either get noticed or get a little attention.
Kitty huddled everyone up to lay out a gameplan, especially since Kurt was new to the rave scene, and strained to yell over the music. “Rule number one, don’t take anything from anyone! Rule number two, you must always have at least one other person from the Institute with you at all times! Rule number three, keep the details on the down low!”
Kurt tilted his head questioningly, not fully understanding the reasons for the girl’s strange precautions. You leaned over again to explain, “There’s a lot of weird guys and assholes that hang around places like these, better to be safe than sorry!”
He nodded back at you, then suddenly looked excited to get moving. At first you traveled in a cohesive group of four, weaving your way through the crowd firmly grasping a partners hand to make sure nobody got lost. Eventually you were able to make a bubble in the crowd big enough to accommodate everyone.
You and Kitty went to work on showing Kurt the ropes, starting with a few basics until he started to get the hang of things. Before long he was dancing like a pro, practically showing the two of you up, ‘zis is so simple!’ he had said.
For being nearly midnight you were pumped full of energy, jumping with the crowd and singing along to the scarce amount of words you knew. The lights dulled your vision, and soon having to see much of anything no longer mattered. The only thing you were currently concerned with was swinging your hips, popping your chest, and shaking your ass. Even though any other day you would’ve felt self-conscious, here you felt powerful, you felt desirable. It could’ve been the music and the way it was driving you on, or it could be the fact that you were determined to get the attention of a certain fuzzy blue elf.
Every once in a while you turned to check on him, pleased to see that the only women who approached him were simply complementing his ‘outfit’. Other than that, you were happy to see that he was happy, because he certainly looked like he was enjoying himself.
You did catch him looking at you once, and you pretended not to notice for a minute before smiling at him. He smiled back and closed the gap between you, making you slow down to hear him.
“I can’t believe you haven’t brought me here sooner!”
You laughed good-heartedly, letting your cheeks sting a little from the force of your smile. “I wish I would’ve known you would’ve had this much fun!” you replied, not being able to ignore the fact that your shoulder brushed against the fur of his chest, or the way his lips brushed against your ear when he bent over again to reply. You had no idea what he said, his hot breath sliding down your neck made you tense and you screamed uselessly at your hormones to calm the fuck down.
The two of you resumed your solitary positions, moving and swaying to the music. Now you were bolder, watching him for a minute before pretending you weren’t staring. Other than being impressed by his fluidity and his ability to keep pace with the music, you couldn’t help but notice that he had exceptional control of his hips. Again you felt your hormones roaring between your legs, but what were you going to do? It wasn’t like you could just ask to dance with him, hell you didn’t even know if he understood that half the point of dancing at raves was to get down and dirty with someone.
You were pulled from your less than lady-like fantasies when Kitty tapped your shoulder and yelled in your ear.
“Rogue and I are going for a drink, we might not be able to get back to you! Make sure he stays out of trouble!” She pointed at Kurt and smirked, knowing the trouble maker all too well.
With a nod of your head, you watched the two other girls leave. On one hand you were absolutely thrilled at the chance of being with Kurt alone. On the other hand, you knew you were too timid to make the first move. So, for the moment, you concentrated on the words of the music, which were quite questionable, and tried to act like you weren’t alone with him.
Fortunately, or unfortunately you weren’t sure, the crowd began close around you the space between you and Kurt swiftly lessened. There was an awkward bump and you both giggled and smiled at each other.
“Vhere did ze ozers go?” he asked, and you had fight to hear him.
“Water, Kitty said they might not be able to find us again, so I’m supposed to keep you out of trouble!” You smiled because you knew he smiled, and the brush of fur against your skin made your breath hitch again.
There was a pause before he leaned back over. “Und vat kind of trouble do zey expect me to get into?”
Maybe it was because he was pressed gently against your hip, maybe it was just his accent, but you swore up and down he meant that to be suggestive. But you took it with good grace and responded accordingly. “We just don’t want you getting mixed up with some crazy group of sluts!” Hopefully he’d buy it, and he wouldn’t be able to tell that you were practically incoherent because he was once again breathing down your neck.
He laughed a little louder this time, looking around at the crowd, and you followed his eyes. By now there was hardly enough room for the two of you to stand, let alone do any actual dancing. “Don’t vorry, I vasn’t planning on going anyvhere,” he breathed huskily, smirking.
Now you were sure he was being suggestive, there was no way to miss his insinuation. And he was doing a lovely job of demonstrating that he meant what he said, grasping your hands in his and wrapping them around his neck. You shivered as his fingers trailed down your arms and chest, over the bare skin of your waist, and settled on your hips, pulling you firmly and flush against his body.
At this point you didn’t care about anything or anyone else, and for a moment you blanked, your mind going foggy before you came back to reality. Now you paid close to every detail you could, his fur ticking your neck and back, his breath on your skin, and the way he moved your hips for you with as much flare and as he had done with his own.
It was hard not to, but you let your head fall back and rest in the space between his neck and shoulder, doing everything you could to regulate your breathing. He was pleasantly warm where there was skin contact, and you shivered once.
“Are you alright, mein fräulein?” he asked, wrapping his arms all the way around your stomach.
You fought back a giggle, hating that you were so easily ticklish, and nodded your head. Somewhere in the back of your mind you remembered hearing someone say that German wasn’t a pretty language, then promptly sent a mental ‘fuck you’ to whoever had said it because hot damn he made it sound so beautifully sensual.
There was no way to tell how long it had been, but you couldn’t be more thankful that neither Kitty nor Rogue had showed back up. The look on your face you prayed Kurt couldn’t see was surely slack jawed and glossy eyed. When you really thought about it, it was almost unfair that someone like him could be so sinfully attractive, but then you had to laugh to yourself, he was technically a demon, after all, and weren’t you a naughty girl for getting involved with him.
But his fingertips pressing into your hips and the way he ever so slightly ground himself into you made you abandon all rational thought. You had been unabashedly in love with him for longer than you cared to admit, and he was brave enough to make the first move, so you had every damn right to be bold and return the favor.
Working up the nerve took you a minute, but the next song helped with the suggestive atmosphere, and you gave one solid push backwards into his pelvis, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. He gripped at the fabric of your skirt and you could hear him inhale sharply, then felt him relax against you.
“So sehe ich Dich gerne,” he breathed, running the tip of his tongue along your jaw line.
After you shook off the sparks he left on your skin, you bumped him playfully for speaking in a language he knew you didn’t understand, and you could feel his chest move as he laughed.
“Du wüßtest wohl gerne, was ich gerade sage, hm?” This time he pulled you more roughly against him and held you there, continuing to sway and bob to the music as he purred against your ear.
You were fairly certain that that last comment had something to with the fact that you didn’t know what he was saying, but the way he was dancing with you, and the way he had switched completely from an awkward cutie to this sexual demon made you disregard any thought other than what you were feeling, especially down towards-
Oh… oh. At first you internally panicked, hoping that any further ministrations wouldn’t discourage him in an attempt to regain his former behavior. But the sheer thought that you were actually able to arouse him ignited some flame within your gut, and you were determined to hang onto this small victory.
There was another gap of time where the two of you let yourselves get caught up in each other’s hints of lust, you pushing roughly into his erection while he licked and nibbled gently at the flesh of your neck. Every other push he groaned and would grind back into you, one hand slowly trailing its way upwards while he wrapped his tail loosely around one of your legs, tightening with every one of your thrusts.
You took pride in being able to make such delicious noises pass through his lips, and enjoyed egging him on a little bit at a time. However, you could hear in the way he growled that he didn’t like not being in charge.
His trailing hand rested under your jaw and he turned your head so that you faced him, and one look in his eyes made you mentally curse at the feeling of something dripping between your legs. The look of playfulness you were so used to had been replaced by pure lust with an undertone of how much he was enjoying it. You caught his quick glance downwards, and your gut clenched at the idea of what he might have been thinking.
But the moment his lips were on yours, there wasn’t much else you could think about. They were softer than you had imagined, and at first he was gentle, sweetly conveying that he really did mean this as more than just a one night thing. You melted against him, shuddering at the pure affection he was so desperately trying to make you understand he had for you.
The moment was sweet, and you were confident it wasn’t one you’d ever forget, but it was evident in the increasing roughness of his lips that playtime was over. The first barrier of trust had been reinforced, he just established one for legitimate attraction, and now he intended on skipping a little farther, determined to get the next one up so he could literally shove you against it.
One of your hands unwound itself from around his neck and rested comfortably against his leg, gripping lightly at the fabric of his pants just under his hip. Your other hand pulled him closer to you, and you were determined to offer first, flicking your tongue against his lips. He followed suit willingly, sliding his along your lower lip before pushing inwards. There was a solid minute where you tasted everything you could, another pang of desire hitting you in the stomach when you discovered his fangs.
Somehow you completely forgot about the slender tail that had previously been wrapped around your leg somewhere close to your ankle. Kurt had slyly wound it upwards, and it now rested mid thigh, which was so close to where you wanted it to be that it was painful. You clenched tighter and pressed harder against him, giving you another sweet reminder that you weren’t the only one that was needy.
Suddenly, a song came on and you swore to the Gods that the Universe had done it on purpose, just to intensify your situation. The bass was deep and intense, and the vocals were completely German. Your stomach knotted and the feeling swiftly traveled southwards, just imagining his voice in your ear made your breath quicken. It was soon made evident that the song was particularly dirty, and you made a mental note to ask him about it later.
You were glad you remembered his tail when you did, because it went to work. However, it was hard to concentrate on that when he was literally moaning the lyrics into your ear and flicking his tongue out every other word. His voice was orgasmic in and of itself, but knowing that whatever he was saying was probably excruciatingly vulgar made it so much more aesthetically pleasing. The way he rolled words in the back of his throat was sexual in ways you hadn’t previously thought possible.
It was a miracle you were able to tear your mind away from his voice enough to realize that the spade of his tail was slowly working its way between your legs. You forced yourself to keep swaying with him, to not stiffen up and make him think it was too much too soon. The amount of lust that had settled within you grew more painful with every second that passed where his tail only got closer without actually getting there because it was so damn close.
Your German was exceedingly limited, but thankfully you did pay enough attention to be confident in the little bit you were able to pick up from him. The hand that was draped around his neck slid under his jaw and you turned his head away, bringing your lips to his pointed ear. “Bitte,” you breathed, giving an encouraging thrust into his groin.
Apparently he found it to be quite a turn-on that you were able to apply the slight German you knew, and decided that he had teased you long enough. You could tell he tried to be gentle, he was probably under the correct impression that you had never actually been penetrated before, not by anyone else anyways, and you were thankful. He kept the first thrust shallow, keeping his ear close enough to listen to your voice, wanting to be able to pick up on any sounds of discomfort or pleasure.
You squeaked a little, but it gave way to a much more pleasing, high pitched, quavering sound. The unique shape of his prehensile tail put pressure in strange places, but after a moment of squirming around, he got the hint to move it a little. You concentrated on him, loving the sensation of him rotating and pushing slightly deeper with every thrust of his hips. Without meaning to you leaned backwards into him, lolling your head back and didn’t even bother to hold back the moan that poured from your throat.
“Fühlt sich gut an, nicht wahr?” He smiled against your neck, humming contently at the noises that continuously escaped out into the open air.
Again, his use of German only intensified the feeling, and you had already decided that you were not wholly responsible for the things that came out of your mouth. “Harder,” you said, hoping he heard you well enough.
“Oh, meinst Du etwa so?”
Yep, he definitely heard you. He went just far enough to be entirely filling without being at all painful, then slid nearly all the way out before pushing in again. It was repetitive, roughly in with every push of his hips, and it drove you insane. Admittedly you have some weird kinks, but this was your new favorite by far.
One of his hands began to makes its way downwards, leaving your throat to trail along your skin, settling just under the valley of your breasts. You tried not breath deeper, but you couldn’t help it, especially when he was groping without trying to look like he was groping. Just when you thought there was too much to concentrate on, he flicked his thumb over your nipple, which was already chafing lightly against the fabric of your clothing.
It was quite possible you squeaked, maybe even jerked a little, but ultimately, you were glad he continued. With every little noise you made he gave a little more attention to the swollen little bud; rubbing, pinching, kneading.
He growled happily with every pleased noise you made, making note of what he could do to elicit certain sounds from you. His favorite was the loud “ah~” you made when he pushed gently against the wall closest to your stomach. “Ja, so… Du hast immer noch nicht genug, was?”
It could have been a lucky guess, or maybe you actually caught the implications of the question in his voice, but you nodded your head and moaned out some form of an affirmation. You could tell that’s what he wanted to hear by the satisfied drag of his tongue along your throat and the tantalizingly slow next few thrusts inwards.
The closer you got to falling over the edge the more you could feel yourself leaking just slightly, and you almost wanted to be embarrassed, but you knew if he hadn’t already noticed he would, and when he did it would only drive him further. However, you quickly noticed he wasn’t picking up speed, and you dared to open your eyes and look at him, making a sound of irritation.
Kurt smirked down at you, aware of what it was that you wanted. He tilted your head to the side and growled huskily, “Ich möchte Dich betteln hören!”
Again, you didn’t exactly know what he was saying, but you picked up on the context, and your other new favorite kink was this very dominant and demanding side of him. You let yourself work up to quicker breathing, wanting to send shivers down his spine when you begged. “Bitte~!” It was strained and absolutely sensual, you could even feel him convulse behind you.
The speed picked back up and soon surpassed his previous level of roughness, which you ultimately knew would send you over the edge, and soon if he kept this up. Your cries got louder and you shuddered hard against him, thankful for his strong arms that kept you from buckling.
He purposefully matched his breathing to your own, wanting to push you as far as he could before finishing you off. When he knew you were close he offered one more phrase, having picked up on the fact that his voice alone made you horny. “Außer mir wird Dich ja doch keiner hören, I vant to hear you scream.”
You obeyed, whether consciously or not, and relished in the neon lights that flickered in your vision turning white and the thumping music becoming nothing more than white noise. It wasn’t your first orgasm, not by a long shot, but it was the most intense so far, and your body language showed it.
The shivers were intense and you nearly doubled over, your shaking legs making it hard for you to stand. The feeling hit hard and radiated outwards, pulsing in your sweet spot with the bass of the music. You gripped onto his arms in a desperate attempt to keep yourself standing, the cries and whimpers that continued to come out of your mouth strained and quavered.
Kurt had to pull you close and try to hold you up once your legs clamped together, trapping his tail, and your knees threatened to give way. He hushed you lovingly, peppering kisses on your jaw as he righted you, waiting for you to get your strength back underneath you. “Ruhig, mein fräulein,” he said, pulling you as close as he could and holding you gently.
A moment passed and the shivers that wracked through your body subsided, you then let yourself relax against him again. You concentrated on the circles he was drawing on your stomach, making yourself breathe slower and trying to stabilize your senses.
He dipped his head and pressed his lips to your ear. “Vould you like to go back to ze house?” he asked, the tone in his voice one you couldn’t quite put a name to.
However, you nodded all the same, figuring that your aching limbs had had enough for the night. You giggled and shrank away when he hummed into your skin, sending pleasing vibrations through the base of your neck.
It wasn’t quite as difficult to get out of the crowd as it had been to get in, and Kurt guided you carefully, holding one of your hands and slinking his tail around your waist for good measure. Amazingly he was able to quickly spot Kitty and Rogue on his way to the nearest wall. You didn’t care what he told them, as you trusted him to give a believable answer without letting on what had happened. The two girls lightly hugged you goodnight, and you did your best to appear to have some sort of ailment.
The cement wall felt cool against your sweaty palms, and you leaned against it, sinking to the ground as your head swam. A second later you felt a pair of fuzzy hands on your cheeks and you opened your eyes slowly, smiling at him. You couldn’t hear him, but you knew he was expressing some sort of concern for you, but you waved him off. “I’m fine,” you wheezed, your breath thin. “It’s just the fog is starting to get into my lungs.”
A familiar feeling of sudden nothingness paired with the sensation of pressure on all sides and a tightening in your stomach came without warning. It passed in a second, and suddenly everything much too still. When you opened your eyes again you were back in your room, sitting slouched on your bed.
When the ringing died down in your ears you could hear Kurt snapping his fingers, trying to get you to snap out of whatever dream world you were in. It didn’t take long for everything to settle back in place, and you found comfort in the darkness and quiet of your room.
“How come you never warn me before you do that?” you laughed, letting him know you were only teasing.
He smiled and shook his head, muttering shyly under his breath, “Sich entschuldigen.”
“Speak English you little shit, I can’t understand anything you say!” You pushed him playfully, smirking when his pout faded and was replaced by your favorite toothy grin.
There a moment of slightly awkward silence, the two of you stared at each other, as if you were looking for something in each other’s eyes. It baffled you how quickly his demeanor could change, and it all depended on where he was and who he was with. In the club he was completely differeny, but now he was acting like usual adorable self. How weird.
Kurt cleared his throat and sat up on his toes. “Vell, I should probably let you get some sleep, ja?”
You pondered that for a minute before replying, “I don’t know that I’ll be doing much sleeping, to be honest with you.” A smile crept on your face when he bowed his head, almost in embarrassment, but you could plainly see the grin on his face.
“Alright, I’ll let you alone, zen,” he made to slide off the bed, but looked at you when you held him back.
You didn’t bother to stop and consider if he would even agree to it, but you had to try, there was no way in hell you were letting him leave just like that. “Um, I…” Shit this was going downhill. Stop stammering. Use your words. “I don’t… want you to leave… yet.” Dammit, you fucked up. That sounded so forward.
For a moment he glanced between you and the door, listening to the rest of the house. It seemed quiet enough, and he couldn’t hear anyone moving around, so it was safe to assume that everyone was asleep. He turned his gaze back to you and smiled, “I suppose I could stay for avhile.”
Well, this was surely turning out to be way better than your first rave, and it wasn’t even over yet.