@kissalready said: thinking about stepbrother!kurt kunkle. you find out about his OF account and make fun of him for it... but then curiosity gets the better of you and he catches you watching and then and then and then
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After discovering your new stepbrother Kurt's Onlyfans, you find yourself wanting to explore a different side to your relationship.
(yes I changed the name, sue me.)
Stepbro!Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Reader
Warnings: masturbation m and f, oral f! receiving, unprotected p in v, if I missed anything let me know I can't be bothered to proof read
I put too much effort into this I hope u like it π
Usual Kurt taglist: @kamisama1kiss @harringtondarling @wolfiee10 @scaramou @bellastone @itsdjoverr @britt-mf @sadieshortcake @louisbelongstome28 @deffnotvaal @jeepers-creeperz @bng-th-dldrmsss @hearts4steve @swirledyouintoallmypoems @evies4ngels @raccooncider @redvelvetcupcke1 @d3jecteddoll @chelliquinn @ilikeappleandbanana @badbussylol @moonstoneandmoonlight @comfortwriting @ghostlyriddles @windowsshifts
You weren't sure what to think when your dad started dating Angela. He had seemed devastated when your mom left him, jetting off halfway across the globe with her new Italian toyboy, and leaving you, and your dad behind. Your dad had a few βgirlfriendsβ, if you could even call them that. More like women that entertained him for a few weeks or months and then joined the others on his βbeen there done thatβ list. But he seemed to really like Angela.
You did too, she was nice, quiet but always welcoming, cooked a mean carbonara. But she treated you sweetly, like you were the daughter she never had.
Her son was annoying. Kurt was constantly glued to his phone like a teenager, refreshing his YouTube page to see if anyone new had followed him. Spoiler alert, they hadn't. And you weren't surprised. His channel consisted of videos of him reviewing water for Christ's sake. You'd watched his YouTube videos, mostly to find something that you could tease him about, his awkward stuttering in his room tour, the way his mom interrupted his review videos, the way he tried to promote his music as if it didn't sound like that one skeleton from Skyrim layered a hundred times.
The other problem with Kurt was that he was exactly your type. He was awkward, and shy, and had that floppy brown hair and hazel eyes combination that made your toes curl. He was the kind of guy that you would absolutely eat up if you met him in a bar or online. But now, his mom was dating your dad, and technically that made him your stepbrother, even if they weren't married, the line was there.
Sometimes, Kurt would stream while you were having your βbonding timeβ, enforced upon you by your parents. Kurt still lived at home with his mom. But you had your own apartment, you'd moved out when your parents split, because living with your dad was just too depressing. You'd have to go with your dad for βfamilyβ meals at Angela's house, and Kurt would be streaming in his bedroom while you sat on his bed, playing on your phone.
Sunday evening, you were barely paying attention to him as he read out messages from his stream, and answered them as he fidgeted with his rubix cube. Your ears caught the end of one of his sentences.
β..mom's boyfriendβs daughter.β He said, chewing on his bottom lip as he watched his screen, anticipating more messages. He was talking about you.
βWhat?β You said, startling him slightly as you threw down your phone and shuffled to the edge of his bed (floor mattress) and looked at the screen.
βThey were just asking who you were.β He said, gesturing at the screen before turning back to read the messages that came through.
βNo, don't be gross.β He said, wrinkling his nose as he read the message that flashed up. You leaned forward to read it.
User69: stepsis video on the OF would go crazy bro
βThe OF?β You furrowed your eyebrows before you clocked on. βOnlyfans? Kurt, you have an Onlyfans?β You scoffed, your eyebrows shooting up as you smiled slightly, watching the flush creeping up his neck as he tried to delete the message.
βN-no. It was a joke. I don't-β he stuttered, clicking furiously as you laughed again.
βBut you're a virgin aren't you? What is it just videos of you jerking off?β You said, your eyes flicking from the screen to his as he turned around to glare at you. His eyes locked onto yours and his jaw tensed.
βDon't.β He hissed before turning around to the new messages.
badgamer231: ooohhhhh! Stepsis taking your v card would go viral bro
βStop it.β He said when you laughed again, his cursor moving to the button to end the stream before he turned in his chair to look down at you again.
βWhy would you say that? It's not funny.β He said, refusing to meet your eyes and staring down at the floor.
βIt is kinda funny.β You shrugged, picking up your phone again.
Kurt grumbled something unintelligible and turned back to his computer as you scrolled through your phone, laughing softly under your breath.
You watched him over dinner, the way he slumped onto one hand, his cheek squished against his palm, eyes fixed on his plate as he pushed potatoes around with his fork.
You were staring. You knew you were, watching the way his fingers held his fork, the way his fingers threaded through his hair behind his ear. You flicked your eyes away when he looked up, looking down at your own untouched plate.
When you risked a glance back up, he wasn't still looking at you, but his cheeks had turned a little pinker.
That was the first inappropriate thought you had about him, when you saw the flush on his cheeks, you imagined it in another context, his head thrown back, breathing heavily. You almost choked on your chicken and grabbed your water like you could wash the thought out.
Everyone looked at you as you coughed.
Unfortunately, curiosity got the better of you that night, lying in bed and drumming your fingers against the side of your phone. It wasn't⦠that wrong to be curious. He wasn't actually your step brother. Just the son of another woman your dad would get bored of in a few months. You found his Onlyfans linked in his YouTube profile. It wasn't an obvious link, you had to click through several until you found the right one. You huffed irritably when you had to sign up to the site, and half way through putting in a password, you almost stopped, almost registered what you were about to do.
Kurt's page appeared once you'd signed up to the site. His profile picture was the same one he used everywhere, in that dark blue, camo print sweatshirt he always wore, holding up a peace sign. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply before your thumb scrolled down his page.
The first video you saw was the most recent post, made just two days ago. It started out with him setting up the camera in what you recognised as the bathroom at his mom's house. He didn't talk, which was the weirdest part of it, the Kurt you knew didn't shut up. Ever. You watched the video as he lifted his shirt, pulling it over his head, his back to the camera, showing his little moles that dotted his back like a constellation.
He turned and your eyebrows shot up when you saw the hair on his chest. That hadn't been something you expected. You'd expected him to be smooth, but the hair was dark, and thick. You blinked as your eyes moved over his frame on the screen, his soft stomach, the way his hair was flopping into his eyes. You watched his hands move to his sweatpants.
This was the point you should stop. You should turn off the video and never look again. This was a line you couldn't uncross.
Kurt's sweatpants fell down his legs and your mouth fell open with them. Another thick, dark patch of hair framed his cock as it sprung up, standing erect, flushed, pink. Thick. You swallowed as you watched him wrap his hand around the base of his cock. You knew how big Kurt's hands were, so to see still more than half of his cock visible meant that the thing was big.
You passed the point of no return when he moved his hand, stroking himself slowly, his eyes watching himself in the camera.
Your tongue ran over your bottom lip as you watched his head fall forwards, hair hanging in his eyes as he stroked himself. Then he moaned. A soft, pathetic noise. You felt the throb between your legs at the noise, and your thumb hovered over the pause button on the video. But you didn't press it.
You watched as he climbed into the shower, the water droplets beading down his shoulders, his chest, catching in the patch of hair. His head tilted back into the stream as his hand stayed wrapped around his cock, his pace increasing slightly. You didn't register the way you were gnawing on your bottom lip until you tasted blood.
His cock had grown harder, the tip had darkened, the vein underneath had swollen. He stroked himself faster, another moan falling from his throat that sent another throb between your legs, your thighs pressing together. He flipped his wet hair back, running his free hand through it as he leaned back against the tile wall.
His moans turned to whimpers, and your mind went blank, your hand slid underneath your pyjamas. Your fingers brushed your clit, swollen and sensitive, before moving down through your soaked folds.
On your phone, Kurt's head tilted backwards, soft gasps and whimpers fell from his lips. His hand moved faster, and you moved your fingers back up to your clit, your lips parting as you watched Kurtβs stomach tensing with each slick noise of his hand. You slid one finger inside yourself, curling upwards as your thumb circled your clit.
You watched as Kurt whimpered, his free hand curling into a fist by his side as his cock twitched, growing harder before he was cumming over the tiles, spilling over his own hand, with the most pathetic whimper you'd ever heard, and a soft, breathy βfuckβ.
You scrolled to the next video as your finger moved, thumb circling faster, your core tightening. A closer up angle of his cock, thick and leaking. You watched a string of spit fall into frame, landing on the tip of his cock, and dripping down his length.
Your back arched as you came, you clenched tight around your finger, a soft moan spilling from your lips.
You lowered your phone to the bed, breathing heavily as you stared up at the dark ceiling, processing that you had just made yourself cum to your (kind of) step brother's jacking off videos. You rolled over, pressing your face into your pillow, the best case scenario here was that you suffocated. But you'd also take falling asleep so you didn't have to think about what you'd just done.
In the week that passed between when you found his videos and when you saw him again, you watched him every night. You watched every single one of his videos, jerking off in the shower, the car, his bedroom. The noise of his moans was ingrained into your brain. And you had made yourself cum every single night, listening to his moans, watching his throbbing cock, and his flushed cheeks.
You couldn't look at him the same. Every time your eyes met his, your mind supplied you with the image of his head tilted back, eyes closed, and lips parted around soft whimpers.
You flinched as his hand touched yours when you were helping clean the dishes, pulling away like his touch burned you, even though it was brief and barely there.
βOkay, I'm not contagious.β He huffed, grabbing the plate from your hand a little rougher than necessary.
βMight be.β You answered, scrubbing at an oven dish a little harder than you needed to. Unable to focus on the task, because all you could do is fixate on the way he was standing a little too close, the smell of his body spray, the way his hands curled around the drying cloth.
He shot you an unimpressed look, but you felt it linger. You felt the way his eyes traced your profile, dragged down the silhouette of your throat.
It was the first look you felt. But it wasn't the first time he'd appreciated you.
You started to notice it more then. The little glances, the way his eyes would linger on your mouth after you'd stopped talking. You noticed him watching you when you helped Angela with the dishes as the sun set outside the kitchen window, spilling golden light across your shoulders.
The summer had been the hottest on record for a long time, and you never thought to bring a sweatshirt or hoodie for when these evenings got colder. You sat on the steps of the house, finishing up your cigarette as you felt the chill of the evening settling over your skin. The door opened behind you, and Kurt stepped out of the house, letting the door close softly behind him.
He offered you one of his sweatshirts. He held it out towards you, unprompted. βSβgetting cold.β he muttered.
You recognised the sweatshirt. It was the same dark blue camo one he wore often. You placed the butt of your cigarette between your lips as you took it from him, mumbling your thanks as you inhaled again, then flicked the cigarette away, and pulled the sweatshirt over your head.
βThey're bad for you.β He said, nodding towards your extinguished cigarette lying in the dirt.
βUh-huh.β You hummed, glancing up as he stepped down and then lowered himself to sit on the step with you.
βI have this.β He said, pulling out a chunky vape from his pocket. βYou can put all different flavours in it.β He said, turning the vape over in his hand.
You looked at it and raised your eyebrows, not impressed, not by any means, even though that's what you could tell he was going for. βWhat flavour is it right now?β
βIt's, um, cotton candy. I think.β He said, still looking down at the device in his hands before jokingly offering it to you. βCan try it if you want.β He scoffed.
You looked between him and the vape before lifting your hand and taking it from him. His eyes locked onto the way your lips wrapped around the mouthpiece, you hadn't wiped it first, just put your mouth where his had been.
The vapour filled your mouth as you inhaled, then exhaled through your nose, blowing out the cloud of sickly sweet smoke. βThat tastes like shit.β You said, handing it back to him as you cleared your throat.
He took it gingerly, his fingers tapping against the side before he glanced at you. He caught your eyes as he lifted it to his own mouth, pressing his lips against where yours had just been. You didn't mean to drop your eyes to his mouth, but when you realised you were watching, you stood abruptly, and headed back inside without another word.
Kurt's Onlyfans account stayed open on a tab on your phone. You had watched every video, you watched the new ones as he uploaded them, and found yourself cumming along with him every time. Most of the time you didn't even remember your hand sliding between your thighs, only after, when you had to withdraw your two soaked fingers and turn off Kurt's whimpering, did you think about what you were doing.
You found yourself fucking yourself with your dildo, imagining Kurt's cock instead. You wore his sweatshirt and rode the dildo, crying out his name as you came. You knew you were only making things worse for yourself when you inevitably had to see Kurt again.
Sunday rolled around again, and you found yourself sitting at the kitchen table, avoiding Kurt's eyes at all costs. You almost choked on your food when his foot accidentally brushed yours. His cheeks flushed bright red when your fingers touched his as you passed him the pepper.
After dinner, when the dishes were drying on the rack, and the light was fading, turning the skies pink. Your dad announced that himself and Angela would be heading out to the bar. They said they wouldn't be long, that they'd only be staying for an hour or two, just to see some friends.
Leaving you and Kurt alone in the house.
It was a little awkward to say the least. Unlike any time that you and Kurt had been alone before. Usually he would take himself off to his bedroom and play video games, and you would stay in the sitting room. But he didn't leave this time. He sat next to you on the couch.
βDo youβ¦ um..β he said, shifting himself awkwardly, his knee bumping yours in the process. βDo you wanna watch a movie? Or.. something?β He asked, his head turned towards you but not quite looking at you.
βSure.β You cleared your throat, sinking further onto the couch, crossing your arms over your stomach. He picked up the remote and opened Netflix, swallowing thickly as he looked away from you.
βWhatever.β You cut in, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you kept your eyes focused on the TV. You daren't look away, not when you knew what he was hiding under those sweatpants. Not when you knew the two of you were alone. He nodded slowly, flicking to whatever came up first that he hadn't seen already, it ended up being a horror movie.
You watched mostly in silence, both of you just staring at the screen. You could feel every time he looked over at you, his gaze heating your skin. His knee was only inches from yours, you could feel his body heat radiating towards you, you could smell whatever he'd doused himself in before you arrived today. You could hear his breathing, soft and shallow, and the occasional movement of his tongue wetting his bottom lip.
βThat guy's in something else.β You blurted out suddenly, so suddenly that it startled Kurt and his head snapped to you. You finally met his eyes, fumbling your hand on the arm of the couch to find your phone.
βYeah, well.. h-heβs an actor, they tend to do that.β He said, smiling weakly at you as you glared at him.
βMβgonna Google it.β You hummed. Kurt's eyes dropped, watching your thumb unlock your phone. He watched you tap on the internet browser. And he froze.
He only saw it for a split second before you swiped it away, locking your phone and mumbling under your breath. Your heart thumped in your throat, panic and shame flaring in your chest.
You'd forgotten to close the tab with Kurt's Onlyfans open. And he'd definitely seen.
βNothing.β You interrupted him, staring at the TV as if you focused hard enough, it would swallow you in, and you could die a death less horrific than Kurt finding out you'd seen his videos.
You felt his eyes burning into the side of your head, and your heart kicked in your chest as you felt him shift on the couch, not away. But closer. When you finally turned your head to look at him, he dropped his eyes to your phone, then back up to your face. You swallowed thickly, your grip on your phone tightening. His eyes flicked down again, not to your phone this time. To your mouth.
βLet me see.β He said, his voice was barely above a whisper, a low hum in the back of his throat. You shook your head as his eyes flicked back up to yours. His mouth opened, but he didn't speak, and was he?β¦ he was. He was leaning forward. Your eyes rapidly moved around his face before you tentatively leaned forward too. You could feel his breath on your lips, his eyes locked on your mouth, his nose brushed against yours. His lips softly grazed yours-
You jumped apart like you'd both been electrocuted, your heart raced in your chest, his own heaving with laboured breaths as his hands tightened on his knees, bunching the fabric of his sweatpants in his hands.
You stood from the couch, grabbing your things quickly. βI'm r- I want to go home.β you said as you passed your dad, bolting to the front door, and slamming it behind you as your head spun while trying to process what had almost happened.
Your dad looked at the door bewilderedly, and then back to Kurt and scoffed. βWhat'd you do to her, son?β He laughed softly.
Kurt bolted too, βN-nothing, I didn't do anything, why would I do anything? That's ridiculous.β He rambled all the way to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Your dad looked at Angela and shrugged.
You refused to go with your dad the next week, you lied and told him you were feeling unwell. He sighed, but accepted it, and went without you anyway. You hadn't spoken to anyone about what had happened with Kurt, not even your best friend. You let it twist and churn in your stomach all week, guilt, shame. And regret. As much as you hated yourself for it, you wished your dad and Angela had stayed out longer. Because now you couldn't get that soft, barely there graze of his lips against yours out of your head.
Your phone buzzed in your hand and you glanced down.
You exhaled slowly, opening the message and reading it over again. Your eyes focused on each word as you pulled up the keyboard to respond. Your thumbs hovered uselessly before you locked your phone and threw it down onto the bed, burying your head between your knees. It would be easier to withdraw completely, to let him believe it was his fault, accept his apology and move on.
But you couldn't bring yourself to do it. And you weren't sure if it was because you didn't want to hurt his feelings, or because you weren't sorry about what happened. Or, almost happened.
He didn't text you again during the week. You hadn't looked at the tab that stayed open on your phone. Even if your fingers twitched towards it every night before you went to bed. You knew it was wrong, but there was something about its inappropriateness that had you pressing your thighs tighter together every time you thought about it.
By Friday, you lost the willpower when the tab refreshed, and you saw he had uploaded a new video. You shouldn't have clicked it, you knew that. But it was too late, you were already watching him sit back in his gaming chair, his big hand wrapped around his cock, increasing the pace as he whined.
Your thighs pressed together as the familiar throb between your legs worsened. You watched his head fall back, his mouth open around whimpers as the tip of his cock grew darker, something you'd come to know meant he was close. Your fingers were dancing across the waistband of your pyjamas when you froze. Because you definitely hadn't heard that right.
You watched his mouth as he whined it again, a noise that sounded suspiciously close to your name. Your breathing picked up, as he moaned it again. It was definitely your name. He was moaning your name as he came, his release spilling over his hand as he whimpered through his orgasm, his tummy flexing with each spurt from his cock.
The video ended when he grabbed the phone, his flushed cheeks filled the frame, his hazel eyes locked onto the camera for a split second before the screen went dark. Your reflection stared back at you in the black mirror that your phone had become. You blinked and slowly lowered the phone to the bed as you felt your heart thudding in your throat.
The next day, your phone rang. You saw Angela's name flash up on the screen, and you panicked, what if she knew? But you shook your head, there was nothing to know. Nothing had happened. You answered the call and brought it to your ear.
βHi.β You answered, your fingers drumming against your chin anxiously.
βHi honey, I'm sorry to ask but we're away this weekend and Kurt is working, would you be able to pop by and feed Luna and Dozier? And let them into the yard for a little while?β Her voice was faint through the phone, and you could hear the rumbling of the car she must be calling through.
βKurt's working?β You asked, chewing on your bottom lip.
βYeah, until one or two in the morning, would you mind hon?β She asked, the blinker clicking and you dad laughing at something in the background.
βNo. That's fine.β You sighed as you agreed, you hadn't had any plans or anything, but you'd still been avoiding the Kunkle house like the plague, the thought of even seeing Kurt sending shivers down your spine that you couldn't determine were good or bad.
βThanks hon, see you soon.β She said, hanging up before you could respond.
It was already growing dark when you pulled up to the house, finding the spare key under the mat, you let yourself in. Dozier jumped up, his big paws landing against your stomach, winding you as you pat him on the head. Luna barely lifted her head from the couch.
βYeah, hi buddy.β You said, pushing him down gently and heading to dish out their food. Once they were noisy wolfing down their dinner, you scanned the house. You'd never been alone here before, and that alone sent a thrill down your spine.
It squeaked slightly as you pushed it open. You'd been in his room before, it was nothing special. A mattress on the floor, a rack of sneakers you never saw him wearing, dirty clothes on the floor, posters on the wall. His gaming set up was tucked into the corner of his room, the monitor lit up as you wiggled the mouse. But it was locked, and you grimaced as you made eye contact with the creepy little kurtsworld logo he used as his screensaver.
You didn't hear the door open. Or his footsteps as he approached his bedroom.
βWhat are you doing here?β His voice made you flinch, and you whirled around to look at him, your heart racing.
βJesus Kurt- scared..β you swallowed, shaking your head. βYour mom asked me to feed the dogs.β You gestured to the kitchen. βSaidβ¦ you were working.β
He nodded, slowly putting his keys down on the desk with a quiet clink. βYeah, I just came back to feed them.. but-β he gestured at you and then dropped his hands back into the pockets of his jeans.
Awkward silence filled the space between you. Neither of you looked directly at the other, your fingers twisted in your palm.
βYou're in my room.β He mumbled, his eyes focused somewhere between your middle and the floor.
βYeah, Iβ¦β you trailed off as you realised you didn't have an explanation. Not one beyond just wanting to look around, just feeling an unexplainable pull towards the room, and him if you were being honest.
Kurt finally lifted his eyes to your face, and you felt it, the weight of his gaze, the way your skin prickled at the back of your neck. You met his eyes as you pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, chewing nervously.
βDid-β he cleared his throat. βDid you see the video?β
Your eyes widened, and your breath stuck in your throat, making you cough slightly. βW-what video?β You asked once you'd recovered.
Kurt's eyes flicked to his computer monitor, then back to you. βYou know what video.β He said, his cheeks flushing, his eyes dropped again, like he was already embarrassed to bring it up. It reminded you of how he'd looked in the video, head tilted back, chest rising and falling as he whimpered your name.
βYeah.β Your voice cracked around the word, and his eyes flicked back up to yours. Even though the video was concrete proof that he'd been thinking the same thing about you, your chest still flashed with panic as you stepped closer to him.
He instinctively straightened, his fingers flexing at his sides as his breathing picked up, keeping his eyes on yours as you stopped in front of him. βWhat- umβ¦β he trailed off as his eyes dropped to your mouth when your tongue wet your bottom lip.
βThis is a bad idea.β You said, but your hand moved up, your palm flattened against his chest, feeling the wild thumping of his heart underneath. He inhaled sharply at the warmth of your hand through his t-shirt, his eyes dropping to your hand, and then slowly dragged back up to your face.
βW- you shouldn'tβ¦β he said, his voice was strained, his jaw stuttering as your hand slowly moved up towards his shoulder, he leaned down instantly.
βYou want me to go?β You whispered as his face paused, inches from yours, his eyes wide as they flicked between yours. He shook his head gently, and you closed the distance.
He gasped as your lips touched his, his eyes widening with panic before closing as he hesitantly pushed his lips back against your own. Your hand moved up around the back of his neck as your lips slotted between his, sighing softly. His hands twitched again before he slowly brought one up. His palm was warm against your face as he cupped it, his fingers threading through your hair behind your ear.
It was as if something inside him clicked, or snapped, as he brought the other hand up to the other side of your head and kissed you back desperately. His nose pressed into your cheek as he tilted his head, stepping closer until his body was flush against yours. The heat of him seeped through your t-shirt, his hands holding your mouth against his as if he was terrified you wouldn't come back if he let you go.
Your hands moved down first, your fingers trailing over the fabric of his t-shirt, down his stomach and towards his jeans. He pulled back when he realised what you were doing, not far, just enough to look at you. His pupils were blown, his hair mussed from where your hands had slid through the strands, his chest heaving with laboured breaths.
βYeah?β He asked, his voice was broken, it cracked around the word, his eyes locked onto yours.
You nodded and he dove right back in with all hesitation gone. He tugged your t-shirt up over your head and threw it behind him, his hands splayed over your skin as he pulled you against him, walking you back to the mattress. You fell down, pulling him with you, he hovered over you on his knees as he pulled his own t-shirt off and then leaned back down.
His chest hair tickled your nipples as he settled between your thighs, his mouth back on yours as his hand moved to cup one of your breasts. He squeezed softly, kneading the flesh with his fingers as he moaned against your mouth. Your hands moved up over his shoulders, holding his body against yours as he couldn't help but grind his hips against yours, desperate for the friction.
You felt the hard line of his cock press against you, even through his jeans and your shorts. You sighed as his lips moved down your neck, alternatively kissing and sucking your skin. His tongue darted out as he reached your nipple, his eyes flicking up to watch the way your eyes closed as you moaned quietly when he licked over it. He sucked your nipple into his mouth, keeping his eyes open, watching your every expression. He moved to your other breast, licking and sucking at your nipple until you arched beneath him.
His mouth pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to your stomach as he made his way down, his fingers fumbling with the button on your shorts, his hands hadn't stopped shaking since he saw you in his room. You lifted your hips to help him pull the shorts down your legs. He inhaled shakily as your thighs fell apart and he saw your already damp underwear. He swallowed thickly, eyes focused as he leaned down, pressing kisses around the edge of the fabric.
βKurt-β you sighed, your fingers threading into his hair, grasping tighter when he kissed over your now wet underwear before lifting a hand to pull your underwear off to the side before leaning in to devour you. It was clear he didn't have much, if any, experience as his tongue licked messily through your folds. But what he lacked in experience, he sure made up for in enthusiasm. Luckily, he seemed to respond to you maneuvering his head by his hair, pulling his head upwards until his tongue was on your clit.
βFuck.. right there-β you moaned as his tongue flicked over your clit, his finger came up to tease at your entrance. However it was less like he was teasing, and more like he was asking for permission, even now. You lifted your head to look down between your thighs, his eyes met yours, wide, pupils blown out, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. You moaned at just the sight, but then his finger finally moved inside you, and your head fell back, your fingers tightened in his hair again.
Kurt lapped at everything you gave him like a man starved. He moaned against your pussy, his finger working into you as he flicked his tongue over your clit. He loved the way your thighs kept tightening around his head, and your grip on his hair hardened, it was almost painful. But he liked it. The noises that were spilling from your lips spurred him on, working you open as he added another finger, feeling you clench around him as he sucked your clit into his mouth.
βYou t- fuck- you taste good.β He moaned against you as you soaked his chin, his fingers kept their pace as you tugged on his hair, burying his face in your pussy as you rolled your hips, his tongue flattened over your clit as you grinded against it.
You pulled his hair to pull him back up to your mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue as you kissed him. He pulled his fingers out of you and clumsily pulled off his own jeans, groaning against your mouth as you wasted no time. Your hand dove into his boxers, wrapping around his thick cock, giving a few gentle strokes to have him whining into your mouth as he bucks up into your hand.
He pulls off his boxers and you let go to look at his cock, it's even bigger than it looked on screen, thick and veiny, the head flushed and swollen. You swallow thickly before lifting your eyes to his. There's a split second where you think he's going to back out, that he's going to tell you that he doesn't want to do this. But then he's leaning back over you, and his mouth is on yours again.
The head of his cock drags through your soaked folds as he positioned himself at your entrance, and slowly pushed forward. You gasped against his mouth as his cock stretched you, your nails pressing into his shoulders. His head dropped as he pushed fully inside, he didn't move at first, he took a shaky breath in before lifting his head back up to look down at you. Then, with a slow movement, he pulled his hips back, his eyes staying on your face to watch your lips part, and the sharp inhale of breath you took when he pushed forward again.
Your legs wrapped around his hips, and your back arched, pressing your chest against his as he set a slow and steady rhythm. He whimpered your name, just how he had in the video, his face pressed against the side of your neck. His tongue darted out to trace your collarbone, before his teeth grazed your skin, making you gasp.
The rolls of his hips picked up their pace, smacking against your thighs with every thrust. He moaned into your shoulder as your nails scraped down his back, only spurring him on as he thrust into you faster, his pace growing more desperate. His mouth moved up to yours again, as if he intended to kiss you but was interrupted by a moan as your pussy squeezed around his cock. His lips hovered just above yours, his eyes squeezed shut.
βFuck-β he whined, his hips faltering before picking back up, lowering himself onto his forearm. βBeen- fuck- been thinking about this since I met you.β He whispered against your mouth, like the act of being inside you had his head spinning so out of control that he would tell you anything you wanted him to.
βYeah?β You sighed, your hand sliding up into his hair, and he finally opened his eyes to look down at you, your hair fanned out across his pillow, your eyes heavy and looking up at his own. His cheeks flushed, his lips red and swollen from biting them.
βMhm.β He whimpered, nodding like he was embarrassed, his hips stuttering again. The veins on his neck swelled, and you could tell he was straining, struggling to stay composed. It sent a thrill through your core, and made you want to break through the front he was clearly trying to put on.
βRoll over.β You said, his eyes widened, but he obliged, as if he was scared you'd stop if he didn't. He pulled out and lay down on his back, his chest heaving as you swung your leg over his hips, and sank back down onto his cock. His teeth but down on his bottom lip as you took him back in.
His hands moved up to your thighs as you balanced yours on his chest, and started rolling your hips against him.
βOh f-fuck-β he stuttered, his eyes rolling back, his stomach tensed. You smiled as you looked down at him, and felt his fingers dig into your thighs. His mind had fogged as soon as you sank down onto him, warm, wet and tight around his cock as you rocked your hips over his.
βYou like that?β You cooed, your hand sliding up to grab his chin, forcing him to look up at you. He nodded as he opened his eyes, glossed over and focused on you. He opened his mouth, pulling your thumb into his mouth, sucking on it as his tongue flattened against the pad of your thumb. Your breath rushed out of you through your parted lips, watching him suck on your thumb as you leaned forward.
You swapped out rolling your hips for bouncing them instead, feeling him squirm beneath you as his eyebrows furrowed, his blunt nails scratching at your thighs. You pulled your thumb from his mouth to push his hair back off his forehead, glistening with sweat as you leaned down further, your lips moving back to his. He whimpered against your mouth as you bounced your hips, the head of his cock burying deep within you with every movement.
βI c- I can't, it's too good.. please.β He whined, his hips twitching upwards to try to meet your thrusts.
βYou can.β You hummed, pulling back to look down at his blissed out expression, his flushed cheeks. βYou wanna make me feel good, don't you?β You tilted your head.
He nodded eagerly, βyeah, yeah I do- t- tell me what you want.. please-β he whimpered, watching as you sat back up, and moved his hand to where you were joined. He understood immediately and his fingers rubbed at your swollen clit. You moaned softly as you leaned backwards, resting your hands on his thighs as you rolled your hips. The new angle had his cock hitting your g-spot with every roll, his fingers circled your clit as his body vibrated with tension, desperate to make you feel good.
βKurtβ¦ right there-β you moaned, your head tipping back. He watched with wide eyes, as if he was experiencing a miracle, your hips rolling, his cock disappearing inside you repeatedly, your tits bouncing slightly as you moved, the line of your throat, your hair falling down your back. He felt you clench around his cock, and his brain melted. His hands grabbed your hips, and he rutted his cock up into you, thrusting fast and sharp, your ass smacking his thighs.
βKurt!β You cried out at the sudden movement, your nails digging into his thighs.
βI'm gonna come, fuck I'm gonna come so hard, fuck, fuck, fuck!β He whimpered, slamming his hips up against yours as his cock pulsed inside you, sending you over the edge with him, the room was loud with your combined cries as his body shuddered with his release. Your thighs shook, your stomach tensing as your pussy milked him dry, leaving both your chests heaving, and your skin sticky and glistening with sweat.
His grip on your hips loosened as you lifted your head, opening your eyes and locking them onto his as the dawning realisation of what you'd done began to settle between you. You swallowed thickly as you caught your breath, he stared up at you, eyes wide and his hands curled into fists like he was terrified to touch you again, as if he might startle you like a wild animal.
You pulled yourself off him and kneeled on the mattress, feeling more exposed now than when you were on top of him and moaning his name. You slowly reached for your shirt as he sat up hesitantly, pulling the blanket over his lap.
You dressed in silence. He didn't watch, he stared at his feet under the blanket, chewing on his thumbnail. Once you were dressed, you glanced at him, taking in his embarrassed posture, his anxious twitching.
βWe don't have to talk about it.β You said quietly, and he nodded without looking at you. βEver.β You added, grabbing your phone and shooting him one last look before you walked out without another word, the shame and guilt twisting in your stomach. Kurt sank further into his bed, staring up at the ceiling, the image of you rolling your hips on top of him burned into his eyes every time he closed them.
Two weeks later, your phone buzzed.
Your thumbs hovered over the screen, your heart racing in your ears.
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