Criminals / Kurt Kunkle Ă Fem Reader
Summary: What happens when Kurt's childhood friend comes into play, changing the outcome of Spree?
Content Warnings: MINORS DNI- pnv sex, knife play, blood play, murder, (mostly)Dom Kurt, (mostly)Sub fem reader, no use of y/n, slowburn, angst, fluff, friends? to lovers, slap if you squint, porn with a plot, literally the movie Spree like you know there will be blood
My first smut. Hope you enjoy. Xoxo
⥠you go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a cross
not just another Bloody Mary,
your beauty never ever scared me,
if you choose to run away with me,
I will tickle you internally,
and I see nothing wrong with that âĄ
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Sitting back against the pillows on your bed, you rolled your eyes as you watched Kurt's overly (and annoyingly) excited face on your phone screen.
Though it's been years since the two of you have seen each other, you have been secretly watching all the videos he posted, all his livestreams, never giving away who you actually were, with a username he couldn't possibly trace back to you. Ironically enough, it was:
No profile picture, no information about you, nothing.
This was ironic for various reasons.
You became pretty close friends at the age of 13, the age he started to become obsessed with the idea of going "viral". And you were his biggest supporter, despite all of his cringyness and stupid ass peace signs. You loved spending your free time with each other. You were even in some of his earlier videos, laughing, pushing each other around, doing risky shit, just being stupid.
When his parents got divorced, you noticed a bit of a personality change in him (to say the least). You watched his soft brown locks begin to slowly plaster to the front of his face with grease over the years. You watched Kurt spend his time becoming more and more desperate to get internet famous, and not spending enough time taking care of himself. Where there was once a charismatic, charming (at least in your eyes) boy, a self absorbed, pathetic, pitiful man took its place.
He's very lucky to still have a pretty face and smile.
You blamed his parents for who he'd become. His dad Kris was self absorbed and narcissistic himself, despite his claims of being Buddhist, and desperately craved attention. Impressionable Kurt looked up to that, and his mom was too busy into her own hippie crystal bullshit, not even caring to notice who her son was turning into.
You also blamed Bobby, the little shit Kurt used to babysit. He became internet famous simply for being a despicable, annoying little asshole. He treated Kurt like shit.
And you used to love him. And there was a part of you that still did.
"What's up guys, it's Kurt here-"
You immediately turned the volume all the way down on your phone. You quickly sent him an encouraging, supportive chat, along with a $100 donation.
You watched his face light up with the biggest grin, reading his lips as he said "Wow! Thank you so much for your donation, kurtie96! Thanks for being my number one suppor-"
You abruptly left his livestream.
Even though you thought his obsession for getting internet famous was gross to watch, you still supported him... out of pity.
Even though you had a falling out 2 years ago.
You had deleted all of your social media, every platform. When Kurt confronted you about it, you told him you needed a break from all of it. He took it to heart, took it personally, and as you watched tears begin to well in his sad, doe eyes, he spat words at you that you'll never forget.
"If you're not documenting yourself, you simply don't exist. Especially to me."
As much as those words felt like a knife twisting in your chest, your stomach feeling like it fell out of your ass, you didn't stop him from walking away. You couldn't tell him the real reason you deleted all your socials. You were required to keep it a secret, your life depended on it.
He broke your heart, but you broke his too. Losing that friendship felt like losing a large fragment of your soul, leaving you forever feeling empty since that day.
A year later, you couldn't help yourself but to make an untracable social media account. Just to see how he was doing. And that quickly turned into watching him every time he went live and every time he posted. And that quickly turned into you becoming his number one supporter. He just didn't know it was you.
Shit, I do still love him, don't I? What kind of love is it? Wait, is it even love, or do I just feel sorry for him? Whatever, doesn't matter.
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Later that evening, you hear your phone ding. A notification from kurtsworld96.
You sat up to see a new video he posted.
Kurt was still on his #TheLesson bullshit.
You rolled your eyes, and yet tapped on the video.
He had in front of him, a water bottle and a syringe. He began to explain how to inject poison into the water bottle, and how no one would ever notice it had been tampered with as long as it was sealed with a glue gun.
Haha, very fucking funny Kurt. You'll do anything for clout.
Well, I guess I'd better get going.
You hastily commented a few words of support on the video, grabbed your belongings, got in your car, and drove away into the night.
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Later that week, you woke up on a Friday morning. A sigh of relief came from you.
I don't have work to do today, thank God.
As you got up from your bed, you walked over to your kitchenette in your small studio apartment, and made yourself some coffee and a bowl of cereal.
A notification from your phone interrupted your breakfast.
You muttered frustrated nonsense to yourself, and looked at the screen.
You downed your coffee and sat back into your bed, wondering what clout chasing nonsense he was doing this time.
You watched as Kurt was yet again livestreaming his Spree riding. Only this time, there was a man in the backseat spewing some nonsense about being proud to be white. Kurt looked visibly uncomfortable.
kurtie96: kick his ass out of the car!
Another chat from Bobby came up. Just him talking some shit, nothing new.
"Don't worry kurtie96 and Bobby."
After Kurt gave a speech about how all races are the same and how racism is toxic, he sped right through a stop sign.
Holy shit Kurt, what the hell are you doing?
Interesingly enough, the man in the backseat seemed excited. He then went to take a drink of a water bottle. Almost instantly, the man began to cough, and his coughs increasingly grew violent as Kurt reassured him that it was just pure water.
The man then slumped over in the backseat. He didn't appear to be breathing. Kurt looked into the camera, put his sunglasses on, and awkwardly threw up another peace sign.
I wonder what convincing Kurt had to do in order for Bobby to get a man to play a racist, and "die" on his livestream.
You scoffed. This is really hitting a new low. You left the livestream for about an hour before you opened it again. You watched the same thing happen to a total Karen directly afterwards. This was so fake, it was painful to watch, but you sent a quick blurt of support.
kurtie96: $100 donation SHE GOT GOT LOL
You physically recoiled at what you had just typed.
"Holy shit, thank you for the support again kurtie96! A hundred dollars? Where are you getting all this money?!"
Why the hell do I keep doing this again?
You saw Kurt beam his gorgeous, wide smile into the camera, almost as if he was looking directly at you, and only you.
You felt a bit of butterflies in your stomach. This was a sensation you hadn't felt in a long time. In fact, this was one of the strongest kind of emotions you'd felt in a long time.
You usually were completely emotionless, void of empathy- except for Kurt. And now you're giddy over his smile all over again, like when you were kids. Ugh.
You continued to watch his livestream, as you had nothing else to do. You kept chatting words of encouragement, while Kurt very much appreciated your kindness. You began to feel hot. Physically hot, sweating.
Yuck, what the hell is wrong with me?
You changed into a white tee and some comfy shorts. Much better.
You opened his livestream again to see a man who introduced himself as Mario in the backseat, seemingly harassing another woman named Jessie while Kurt told him to stop.
kurtie96: he's a misogynist. Tell him to gtfo!!
Kurt glanced at your chat, then slammed on his brakes and told him to get out. Jessie then happily obliged to get out instead, throwing water on Mario's face after calling her a bitch. You laughed, then stopped when Mario called him a homophobic slur and to just drive. You felt disappointed in Kurt when he complied.
Mario, shortly after Kurt began to drive again, said he felt sick to his stomach because of how embarrassed he was. Kurt pulled over and told him to get out if he was gonna puke. Mario began to argue back, but Kurt snapped back at him with a crack in his voice, "I need to keep my CAR CLEAN!"
Mario then said he needed to take a piss anyways, and got out of the car, walking behind it and stopped to do his business.
Then that dreaded Gummy Bear song came on. You were about to die from secondhand embarrassment, but then Kurt gave the camera a little smirk and began to reverse quickly. He reversed into Mario, his bloodied body falling over to the front of the car. "Are you guys seeing this?" Kurt said into the camera, ever so nonchalantly. He then apparently ran over Mario again as he drove away. "Fun." he said.
I can't believe the lengths this man will go to for views. It had to have cost him so much money to pay Bobby to get these shitty actors.
But as Kurt drove to a gas station to fill up his tank, you noticed Bobby still talking shit in the live, saying it was fake news. And you couldn't help but notice the blood on the ground and the front of Kurt's car, and how Kurt began to talk quietly when he realized there was a cop filling up his tank right next to him.
Something was definitely not right.
Your stomach sank a little. Bobby definitely has the money to do all this fake shit, yes, but why would he help out Kurt? There's nothing in it for him, he hates him. Something wasn't adding up, but you tried to shake the feeling off anyways.
You pondered for awhile wondering what you should do, if you should do anything at all. You and Kurt hadn't talked in 2 years. Well, technically, that wasn't true, he just didn't know you had been practically stalking his lives and being his number one fan. Whatever. He loves it.
You made a decision and walked quickly to your dresser to put on a jacket, and some sweatpants, throwing your sneakers on before heading out the door with your bag.
Once you got in your car, you opened your phone to see yet again what Kurt was up to.
There was blood all over his windshield. The inside of his car. And a bit on him. He was driving into the car wash. He called Bobby and explained to him what just happened, with much excitement. Asked him if he saw that triple K.O. That his count was up to 7 people. Bobby continued to keep talking shit, telling Kurt that he didn't even get double digit views. He began to honk his horn violently in defeat and frustration.
Your heart sank. This was real. None of it was fake. He really did brutally murder those people. It was all real. And he did it on a LIVESTREAM.
You knew you had to get to him. And seeing him murmuring to himself about how he'll show Bobby... you knew where he was going.
You couldn't let Kurt do this to himself.
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You pulled up to Bobby's house. In the driveway, was Kurt's car. You quickly pulled out your phone and opened the livestream. Kurt was taking a shower, blood all over him that was obviously Bobby's. He was ecstatic, over the moon, as his stream began to finally go viral. "Do you guys, do you guys wanna see my, boner?"
You clicked off your phone and got out of the car, making sure to close the door quietly. You made your way up to Bobby's front door. Ever so gently, you turned the knob. It was unlocked.
Dumbass couldn't even bother to lock the front door.
You tiptoed inside slowly. You instantly heard Kurt talking to his new followers in Bobby's bedroom. You looked down to see a brutalized body on the living room floor. Bobby. It was Bobby's body.
You snapped your head up at the sound of your own username.
"You know, I wonder where kurtie96 is? They were my number one fan from the start, but I haven't seen them in the chat in a long time. They were there from the very beginning. Anyways, even if you're not watching, shout out to kurtie96-"
Kurt snapped his head up, and his eyes widened. His face and body went white, completely obvious to tell since he was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Wh- what- hang on- what the fuck are you doing here?!"
"Turn off the live, Kurt."
He gawked at you. Was he seeing things?
"Did you not hear me? TURN. IT. OFF."
He continued to stare at you in shock, before narrowing his eyes and looked back at the livestream. "Hey guys, I'll be back in just a few minutes-"
You quickly smashed the screen on the floor, feeling the adrenaline and rage turn you into a complete monster.
"You are one stupid little shit, you know that?" you snapped at him, almost growling.
Kurt went silent for a moment. He couldn't believe his eyes. You were standing right in front of him. How? You had been gone for 2 years. How did you know what he was doing, where he was at? You didn't even have any social media...
"Wait, wait... are you kurtie96?"
"Do I really need to answer that question?" you let out an annoyed, breathy laugh, "How stupid can you possibly be, to kill all these people for views and followers-"
"NO!" Kurt slammed his hands down on the table, knocking various things off of it.
You went red in the face. He had never raised his voice at you before.
He continued, with a shaky, low voice, "You don't just get to walk back into my life, at a time like this, you walked out on me-"
"NO, Kurt! YOU walked out on ME!" you raised your voice back, holding back tears.
"No, no, NO!" his voice cracked, "you deleted everything, and told me it was because you couldn't stand me!"
"No Kurt, I never told you that. But..." your tears were threatening to spill down your face, "I let you believe that. I did delete everything, but it wasn't because of you. I HAD to. For my own safety. And now look at this big mess you've made."
He scoffed at you. "So why did you do it then? What are you a- a cop?"
You began to shake and went silent.
Kurt snapped his fingers in your face, "Hello, earth to BACKSTABBER?! I asked you a question!"
You pushed him back forcefully, "I'm not the backstabber here, Kurt! I'm not the one who ended a friendship because of social fucking media. How can you be so blind and ignorant to your surroundings? To my feelings?!"
You caught your breath, while he fell silent for a few moments.
"I just wanted to keep doing what we were doing. We were having fun... and now - wait, you still haven't answered my question. Is... is there like a, SWAT team outside or something?"
You looked up to meet his eyes. Those pretty teddy bear, scared eyes. You cursed yourself for how they made you melt a little.
"No. I'm not a cop, but there will be some outside soon if we don't clean up this mess right away. Find some bleach and an old rug-"
"Why did you delete everything then?"
Your face suddenly went cold, as did your heart. You were going to have to tell him now. You didn't have a choice at this point.
He laughed. He LAUGHED at you.
He laughed for a solid 10 seconds.
"If you're going to arrest me, you should have done it already, you- you bitch." He picked up his knife. "I didn't want to have to do this, but you're going to have to die now, too."
You held still, didn't move a muscle, waiting for him to make his move.
He twirled the knife in his hands for a moment, eyeing the details on it, with a melancholy look on his face. He didn't want to kill you, you used to be his best friend. And all this time, you've secretly been his number one fan. There were many times he wanted to give up, but you were there behind a screen, encouraging him every step of the way. Why though?
Before he could finish his thoughts, you had charged at him, swiftly grabbing the knife from his hand. You harshly pushed him into the wall, pinning his arms above him with one arm, one leg between his own legs, and your other arm holding up the knife to his throat. He was surprised by your strength.
You lightly pressed the tip of the knife into the middle of his throat, just enough to nick him and draw the smallest amount of blood. He winced, but then didn't dare move an inch.
"I told you you were a stupid little shit." You said with a menacing voice.
He kept his eyes on you, taking in shaky breaths.
"Are you gonna let me talk now, Kurt?"
"Mhm." He didn't dare say a word, in fear of the knife piercing his throat more.
You eased the knife a few inches away from his neck, and softened your grip on him.
"I kill people too. I'm just not as sloppy as you are."
He continued to meet your gaze. You fell silent. He gained enough courage to ask you a question in a wimpy voice, "Why are you killing people? I mean... my... my reason is obvious, but you don't even have social media. Why are you doing it?"
"Well.. there's a couple reasons. One, I get paid to do it. Two, I do it... because I only kill bad people."
"Like... the 1%ers mostly. The sexists, the racists, the homophobes, all the evil that lives in Los Angeles. I go on dates with them, make them feel comfortable, and then I poison them, sometimes strangle them, if I have to. And after I kill them... I take their money." You had a small smirk on your face as you said it, but quickly shook it off.
You let Kurt have a moment to take in what you just confessed.
"Is that why you were always able to send me those big donations?" he asked.
"Okay..." He dragged out the word. "But why support me so much?"
"Because I still care about you. I mean, I hate you for ditching me because I deleted my socials, I had to do it so I couldn't be traced. I knew you wouldn't be able to keep it a secret. That's why I didn't say anything. But.. yeah. I still cared about you. I couldn't just automatically turn my feelings off like a light switch."
Kurt went a little red in the face. He looked like he was going to.. cry? Laugh? You couldn't tell.
"Feelings?" he said, a little too much excitement in his voice.
"Not those kind, fucking idiot." You quickly snapped back.
You looked down. Kurt's towel was threatening to fall down his waist. And he had a boner. He ACTUALLY had a boner.
You finally released him from his grip. "Put some fucking clothes on, you sick fuck. I'm going to help you. And you should feel lucky that I am."
He nodded his head in agreement, but opened his mouth again, "But what about my followers-"
"Fuck your followers. You can either get arrested and sent to trial for murder, or you can stop this now and be a free, stupid man. And hurry up, we have some cleaning up to do."
He groaned like a toddler who hadn't got his way, but began to walk over to Bobby's closet to find some clothes. You turned to go walk back to Bobby's body, and made another comment.
"By the way, why the fuck is your hair still greasy after taking a shower? Do you even wash it?"
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After you both changed your clothes (Bobby's clothes, yuck) and cleaned up Kurt's sloppy work, you two had made a plan. You followed his car to his grandpa's junkyard closely, with the body in his trunk. You couldn't let his license plate be seen. Once you got there, you burned each others old clothes and let the dogs have at Bobby's body. You took Kurt's license plate off his car and discarded it, and also commanded him to throw his phone into the fire as well. He protested relentlessly until you promised him you'd buy him a brand new one.
"Okay Kurt, get in my car, time to go home."
"What? So now everything is magically all better and I just go home?"
"No, Kurt. Not your home. My home...my home."
He hesitantly got into the passenger side of your car, and off you went.
The first few minutes of the drive, there was some uncomfortable silence. Kurt was the first to break it.
"So, where do you live anyways?"
"Skid Row. It's a studio apartment."
Kurt looked at you with a funny, confused look on his face, while you kept your eyes on the road. "How do you have so much money, but then live in a shitty part of town?"
"I have to keep up a certain look for the kind of life I live. Stupid." you spat. You instantly felt a little bad, but didn't change your serious expression.
Kurt then went silent again for a few moments. You glanced over at him to see him staring at you, with woeful eyes. Now you really felt bed.
"I'm really sorry." His voice was almost a whisper.
"It's okay Kurt... just don't ask stupid questions-"
"No, not that. I meant, I'm sorry. Like, sorry sorry. For everything."
Your hands gripped the steering wheel.
You glanced at him again.
God, he looks so defeated. How can I be so mean to him, especially when everyone was so mean to us when we were in school? All we had was each other.
You couldn't help but realize that the only person you had ever felt sorry for, was Kurt... what the fuck?
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Once the both of you were settled into your apartment, you went into your closet and pulled out a burner phone from a box as Kurt watched you from your bed. You dialed a phone number and put the phone to your ear.
Kurt, jealous and antsy, seeing as how you made him throw his phone into the fire earlier so he couldn't be traced, asked loudly, "Who are you calling?"
"Shush!" You put your finger to your lips and glared at him. You slowly looked away and someone answered the call. "Hey... yeah it's B. I need one... for a Kurt Kunkle... yeah, you'll be able to find him easily... thank you." You hung up the phone and sighed, feeling... sad?
You shook your head, annoyed that he could be this oblivious as to why you would never say your real name out loud, and ignored him.
"Why did you say my name? Did you just like, tell on me, or something?" He said, getting a little nervous, shifting on the bed.
"No Kurt. I wouldn't clean up after your mess just to come home and 'tell on you'. What are you, 12? I had to make a call to get you fake papers."
"Fake papers? Like, a fake ID?"
"Yeah. And birth certificate. And social security. And passport... a new name."
Kurt got quiet, then whispered, "Why a passport?"
You could feel his fear radiating off of him. "Because Kurt, you killed all those people, live, on your phone, for so many people to see. You'll be recognized any time now. You can't hide in my apartment forever. You'll have to leave the country. Don't worry, when you get to where you're going, I'll have everything all set up for you, a place to live, a job-"
You stopped talking when you noticed him beginning to quietly sob to himself.
God, you felt so bad for him. He thought he was on top of the world, until he realized he wasn't.
"But... I don't wanna leave the country. I wanna stay here."
You walked over to him and sat down on the bed next to him. "I know you don't. And I know it's scary. But I'm trying to help you here... this is your only chance at getting away with this."
He stopped crying, but leaned into your chest, sniffling a little. You were surprised at the notion, but after a few moments, put your arms up, and held him.
How is he gonna cry right now, after mercilessly killing eight people?
"You know Kurt, I know you don't wanna talk to your dad, but if you want, you can make a quick phone call to your mom to say goodbye-"
"I killed her this morning." He quickly cut you off, his statement void of any emotion.
"Oh... um. Okay. That's okay. That's.. alright then." You didn't really know how to respond.
Yeah, he's 100% insane. Well... I mean, I have no room to talk.
You held him a little while longer in silence, before he sat up again. "So... what happens now?" He looked at you with his glossy eyes. Damn, those eyes.
"Well, now we wait. For your new papers."
"How long is that gonna take?"
You shrugged. "Probably early in the morning. And then you'll go straight to the airport."
He didn't like the thought of having to leave the country... or leave you.
"Okay," his voice getting a little louder again, "what do we do while we wait?"
"I don't fucking know, Kurt, we should probably just go to bed. You're gonna need the sleep. You can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the floor."
"No, no, you sleep in your bed. I'll sleep on the floor. Its your place, and you are a girl- I mean, uh, a woman after all. It wouldn't be right." He stuttered awkwardly, then sheepishly smiled at you.
"Well, you're gonna need your rest, so... we can both just sleep in the bed. It's not like we haven't done that before when we were kids."
You both gave a little smile at each other, thinking back on times where everything wasn't so fucked up.
Kurt grinned at you, a bit of light back in his eyes now, "Hey... do you remember when we like... practiced with each other?"
Nevermind. Kurt and I have always been fucked up.
Your face turned hot. You looked away from him and gulped. "Yes."
When you both graduated high school after turning 18, you both got a little drunk, and, seeing as how lonely you both were and only had each other (because you guys were the nerdy, weird kids) you both decided to have... a little fun together.
"Those were the days." Kurt said with a shit eating grin, then instantly putting a serious look on his face when he saw your not so pleased reaction.
"That was one time Kurt. And we didn't even go all the way. It was stupid."
He frowned. "I didn't think it was stupid." he looked down and twiddled his fingers.
You couldn't lie to yourself. Thinking back on that experience made your inner thighs burn. But you couldn't think of things like that. Not after a night like this. Not after knowing he was going to be gone in the morning.
"Hey," Kurt's voice interrupted your thoughts. "Come with me."
"Huh?" You looked at him, thinking there was no way he was serious.
"Come with me. Please." He pleaded with you.
"But why?" Ugh, he sounded so sad, you hated it.
"Because I don't have to. I have a life here."
"A life of what? Of- of murdering people and... living in this dump?"
"Well, I murder bad people."
He threw his hands up in the air and smacked them back down on the bed dramatically. "Well, so did I, if you think about it!"
You rolled your eyes at his childish fit. "Whatever." You sat up from the bed. "I'm going to sleep now, Kurt, on the floor. Someone will drive you to the airport in the morning." You began to walk away from him.
"We could be a power couple!" His voice cracked.
You stopped and turned to look at him. "Kurt... never say 'power couple' ever again."
"Well, I'm serious! We're perfect for each other!"
"Really?" You scoffed. "In what way?
"Well, we both kill people." He looked at your face with hope.
"Yeah, except I'm good at it, and you're terrible at it."
"Well... I mean, they're dead. So... yeah, I'm good at it."
You were silent for a moment, and then softly said, "Kurt, we're both psychopaths. Sociopaths. Narcissists, whatever people call it. Void of all feeling, no empathy for other people-"
"Except for each other," he now sat up from the bed and walked over to you, standing only a foot in front of you, "...except for each other. You wouldn't have helped me if you didn't care about me. And I wouldn't have had second thoughts about killing you if I didn't care about you."
You groaned. He was right, but it still wasn't a good idea for the two of you to be together.
"I love you." He said, his face red with embarassment from his confession.
What the fuck? Did he just say that?
You stared at him intensely, feeling like there was no possible way you heard him right.
He spoke up again, face still red from his confession, "I... I like... LOVE you love you. I'm.. yeah- yeah... I'm in love with you. I mean I still regular love you, but I'm in love with you. And I always have been." He stuttered through his words.
You couldn't do anything. You couldn't speak, or move. His words paralyzed you. So you just stood there like a statue, feeling like the temperate went up 100 degrees.
He took a deep breath, "Just, just- come here!"
He reached forward and grabbed your face, kissing you, hard. Really hard. He wasn't making out with you, but the passion was there. His lips stayed connected to yours, giving you a 10 second long, desperate kiss, before softly letting go of your face and mouth, and taking a small step backwards, waiting for your reaction. Waiting to see if that was an okay thing to do.
You continued to stare at him, right into his soul, took a step back, and slapped him across the face.
His head stayed turned in the direction where you slapped him for a few moments, before slowly turning to face you again. He put a hand up to his cheek, gazing at you with a pitiful look.
Fuck. I can't take it anymore.
You lunged for him, grabbing his face as he did with yours, kissing his mouth hard, tangling your fingers through his hair. He instantly grabbed your face and kissed you back, with the same force. His right arm snaked under your left, and began to slowly stroke down your back, his hand pausing when it got to your ass. You quietly moaned on his lips, feeling absolutely manic.
You pulled back for a moment, and gazed into his eyes, the both of you breathing heavily.
"I love you too. I love you more than anything."
He continued to gaze into your eyes, putting his right hand back on your face, thumb rubbing the soft skin of your cheek. He pressed his forehead onto yours, the both of you still panting, breathing in each other's scent.
You went to kiss his lips again, hungry for more, but he pulled back. Before you could open your mouth to ask what was wrong, he put a finger to your lips.
"So..." He smiled. "Considering everything, like... you know, how we're murderers and psychos and stuff... how do you want to do this?"
Your lips slowly curled into a smile.
"Anything you want to do, I want to do it too, Kurt."
He grinned wide, before crashing his lips back onto yours again. He was now holding you tightly. He stuck the tip of his tongue out, licking your lips, motioning for you to open your mouth. You happily obliged, your tongue beginning to dance with his. These kisses were hungry, desperate, teeth clashing with each other, noses pressed hard against each other, and yet, these kisses were so wonderfully in sync, like your mouths were made for each other. Like you were made for each other.
You could feel yourself getting wetter every second that passed, when all of the sudden, you felt Kurt bite down onto your lower lip, hard. You let out a small gasp, immediately tasting your own blood. Kurt then pulled his face back from you, leaving a string of saliva between the two of you. He stared at you with a crazed, wide eyed look on his face, before spitting directly onto your white shirt, your own blood and saliva now beginning to slide down your chest. You looked at him in shock.
"Well, now that your shirt is all messy, looks like you'll be needing to get rid of it."
He began to pull his knife out of his pocket.
Wait, I still had that knife. How did he get it back from me? Maybe when I was holding him?
He grabbed the bottom of your shirt taut, and lifted the knife underneath it, traveling up to your neck, the tip of the knife now barely poking at your throat, the same way you did to him only hours before. With a devilish look in his eyes, he dragged the blade down your shirt from the neck of it to the bottom, ripping it in half. He then grabbed either sides of your shirt and snatched it down your arms.
You looked at him in awe. You never thought this was something Kurt was capable of doing, being so dominate, despite being a cold blooded killer.
The evil look in his eyes quickly went away, turning into puppy dog eyes. "Um.. so.. was that okay? I just thought it would be hot if I did something like that... sorry."
You smiled. "It was more than okay."
"Really?" He grinned with excitement.
You nodded your head eagerly. "More. I want more."
He yanked you in for another passionate kiss, this time lifting you up by your ass, and throwing you onto your bed.
He hovered over you, before digging his face into your neck, kissing hungrily, traveling his mouth across until he found your sweet spot. You moaned shamelessly, and felt him smile against your skin. He sank his teeth into that spot, gaining another loud moan from you. You grabbed his hair by the nape of his neck, feeling his hot breath, while he abused your neck, leaving dark bruises across your skin, leading his way down to your chest. He snaked his arm from your stomach to your chest, groping your tits from underneath your bra. You put your arm behind your back and arched, trying to unclasp it for him, but he had another idea. He grabbed your arm and pinned it against the bed. Knife still in his dominant hand, he slid it underneath both of the straps, blade again ripping another piece of clothing. He slid the ruined garment down your body, tossing it over his shoulder.
He then pinned down both of your arms with his left hand, the other putting down the knife for a moment so he could hastily pull your pants off of your legs, throwing them across the room along with the other discarded garments. You were now only in your underwear.
He continued to hover over you, his pupils blown, while he slowly crept his hand down your stomach, and into the front of your panties, sliding his fingers through your soaked folds. You arched into the heat of his hand, trying to stifle back an embarrassingly load moan.
"Wow, already this- this wet, huh? I guess you do... really like it like this."
You nodded your head, arms still pinned above your head.
"Remember all the things we did when we... practiced?" He said, his hand cupping your heat.
"Y-yeah. I do." You managed to respond.
He slipped two digits inside of you, instantly curling his fingers to find that sweet spot.
"And this..." He reached his thumb up and began circling your clit, simultaneously fucking his curled fingers in and out of you slowly, just the way you like it. You arched into his hand again, moaning and murmuring his name as he continued, with a giant grin on his face.
You managed to speak through heavy breaths, "Kurt... how do you... remember what I like?"
He gave you a soft, gentle look, stopping his movements briefly.
"Well, because I love you... and how could I ever forget that night?"
He started pumping in and out of you again, only this time with a quicker pace. Your eyes glazed over, tears forming, as your pathetic moans grew louder and louder, feeling that yummy knot in your stomach begin to form. You leaned your face towards his, begging for his kisses, which he eagerly accepted. He began to moan in your mouth quietly, tipping you over the edge.
The knot inside of you released. He kept his pace to ride you through your high, while you became a blubbering mess of his name and expletives.
Once your orgasm came to a halt, he gave you a gentle kiss on your swollen, bitten lips.
You nodded your head, completely dazed. "Yes."
"Good, I hope you like this part too. But it's not something we ever did before."
He quickly grabbed the knife he had placed beside you, and slashed you across your abdomen.
You gasped in pain, forgetting to breathe for a moment.
"Wow, would you look at that." He smiled, admiring his work, and placed the knife back down to rub his hand over the wound, which was not deep or wide enough to severely harm you, but still stung. He began to spread your blood across your bare torso. He now had the most pure evil look you'd ever seen. Eyes wide, pupils blown so big they were black, a wicked, cruel smile plastered across his face.
You had never seen anything so sexy, so erotic in your entire life. You had never been more turned on.
He glanced up at your face, now looking worried, "Yeah babe?"
You couldn't help but feel butterflies at the endearing nickname.
"Do you think you could let go of my arms now?"
He quickly released you from his tight grasp, "Yeah, yeah, I'm so sorry, I really wish I hadn't done that, please don't be mad at me, I'm so sorry-"
You cut him off by sitting up quickly, grabbing the neckline of his shirt with your hands instead of opting for the knife, ripping it in half hastily.
He looked down at his now ruined shirt, and looked back up at you startled, then gradually smiling that wicked, evil grin again. He hurriedly slid the shirt off of his body. You grabbed the crotch of his pants, feeling how absolutely hard he was, silently motioning for him to take those off too.
You sat back on your elbows a bit, admiring his body. He looked so sexy like this. No weird clothes, no bucket hat... just Kurt. You stared at his chest and happy trail in awe.
"It's your turn." You said in a menacingly low voice. You grabbed the knife from beside you and slashed him across his abdomen, the same way he did to you. He physically leaned back in shock, losing his breath. He looked down at his bleeding wound, and looked back at you.
"It's only fair." You said innocently. You rapidly sat back up again, putting your hand on his cut, and began rubbing his own blood all over his torso. You looked into his eyes, looking for some sign of acceptance. He smiled back at you.
You fervently began to latch onto his neck, kissing open mouth, sloppy kisses everywhere, before you began to suck all over, until he let out a wimpy moan. You smiled against his skin. You had found his sweet spot. You bit onto it forcefully, drawing a little blood. He gasped in pleasure, and you began gently sucking on it, as if to make it all better.
You made your way down to his chest, leaving marks and bruises all over him while he swung his head back, panting heavily. You continued until you got to his still bleeding wound, licking and kissing it gently. You began to kiss down to the hem of his boxers, before reaching both hands into them and slowly pulling them down, his bare, hard cock now in plain sight. Kurt lightly gasped. You were pleasantly reminded of his length and girth.
It's always the nerds, isn't it?
You went to caress it, before Kurt's hand grabbed your wrist, motioning for you to stop.
You looked up at him confused, your face covered in his blood, and he began to speak.
"You know... I was actually thinking, uh... maybe we should just, or I should just, focus on you, considering how you helped me tonight... you know, if that's okay."
Why does he have to be so adorable?
You gave him a little smile, "Aw, Kurt, it's okay. I would really like to make you feel good too. It's really not a prob-"
"Actually, you know what? Shut up."
He pushed you back onto the bed hard, nearly knocking the wind out of you. His sinful eyes and smile were back on his face. He had this devilish side to him that seemed to come out spontaneously.
He grabbed the sides of your panties and yanked them down, again throwing them across the room. He hiked your legs up over his shoulders, and without warning, his face went directly for your cunt, not easing in whatsoever, instantly eating you up like you were his last meal.
"Oh, FUCK, Kurt!" You nearly screamed. His hand came down your wounded stomach to abuse your clit once again as he began tongue fucking you.
He remembered this part of our practice too.
He continued to lap you up forcefully, you moaning his name over and over again. You felt him smile against your heat. He then latched his mouth onto your clit, his tongue dancing over it eagerly.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you arched into his mouth, feeling your next high begin to rise up. You grabbed his hair by the nape of his neck, causing him to moan. The vibration from his lips alone tipped you over the edge.
"Kurt, it's happening- oh FUCK!" He dug his fingernails into your thigh as you hit the peak of your second orgasm of the night.
Feeling the high die down again, you looked down at Kurt, his still wicked, evil eyes looking up to meet yours. His face was now covered in your blood too. Your wound had reopened... the sight of his bloodied, smiling face was unbearably erotic.
We really are some sick fucks, aren't we?
He crawled over and kissed you with the most passion, the both of you now tasting each others blood on your tongues.
You never expected in a million years for Kurt to be this dominant, so in control. And he never imagined you being so submissive to him.
He broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he backed away from your face. He grabbed your hips hard, and yanked them up to meet his cock, a yelp escaping from your lips.
"I'm gonna fuck you s-so, hard."
This never happened when we practiced, we never got to this point-
He lined himself up with your now swollen entrance, and rammed all the way into you with ease, bottoming out. You both moaned shamelessly loud. Kurt had to stop himself from busting right then and there as you instantly clamped down on him. This was something he only ever fantasized about.
He began to thrust into you, slow, but excruciatingly hard. It was nothing like you've ever experienced before. You were nearly going cross eyed. He continued this forceful pace before roaming his arms under your back, pulling you up onto his lap. He was now sitting on his knees, while you sat on his dick, immediately hitting that sweet spot inside of you. You both gasped at the sensation, and started grinding into each other, perfectly in sync, over and over again, whispering sweet words of praise to each other.
"Oh god Kurt, you feel.. so.. good-" you managed to say between shaky breaths.
"Fuck, so do you.. babe- you really... really like this?"
"I do, I love it so much, Kurt.. feels.. oh god... you feel amazing."
"God, I love you too.. more than anything." You gave him a lustful smile and put your hand up to his cheek, caressing it for a moment, before you crashed your lips on his again, groaning into each other's mouths, still grinding down onto him, keeping the same rhythm.
When you pulled back to gaze into his eyes, he was gazing into yours too. Only this time, his didn't look so sinful. They were filled with pure adoration and love for you, tears beginning to gloss over his eyes. He looked at you like you were the only person in the world that mattered. You began to tear up too.
It was an unholy, yet beautiful sight to behold, the two of you covered in each other's blood, sweat, saliva and tears, a squishing mess of wetness connected between the two of you.
The sensation of his stomach hitting your clit as you fucked sent you into over drive.
"Kurt.. I'm gonna-" He grabbed your hair by the scalp and yanked your head back.
"D-do it.. you look so pretty when you cum.. please cum for me, I'm right there too." He stumbled over his words, now picking up the speed as he used his other hand to grab your ass to pound into your walls as quickly as he could manage.
Just hearing his praise and lust-filled voice was enough to send you over the edge again. You screamed his name as you clamped down onto him, having your third, but most intense climax of the night. You felt his cock begin to get even harder as he kept thrusting through your high. You dug your nails into his shoulders and kissed him eagerly, he moaned into your mouth and you bit his bottom lip, drawing blood as he did to you before, and that was it for him.
He threw his head back and loudly moaned a mixture of your name and obscenities as he came deep inside you, absolutely losing his breath.
As you continued to sink down into him through his orgasm, he began to start to steady his breathing a little, until you finally stopped riding him when you were sure he was finished.
He slowly tilted his head forward, and looked at you half lidded, a small grin on his face. He pressed his forehead into yours, breathing in each other's scent, breathing out small, awkward chuckles of contentment.
He wrapped his arms around you, still inside you, and you did the same to him, the both of you leaving sloppy, open mouth kisses all over each others faces, not being able to get enough of each other.
You looked back at him with pure warmth in your eyes, but you face dropped when you noticed tears streaming down his face, sniffling a bit.
"What's wrong? Did I do something? Are you regretting this? I'm so sorry Kurt-"
He put a finger to your lips and shushed you, a small, sad smile on his face. "Come with me."
"Please come with me. You..you know.. leaving the country." His face a mix of pleading and hope.
You were silent for a moment, stroking his soft cheek, before smiling back at him.
"Really?" He looked like he was about to start sobbing with joy.
"Really.. I will go with you."
He laid you back down on the bed, finally pulling out of you. He smothered you with small pecks of kisses all over your face, laughing with glee in between. You squealed and ran your fingers through his hair.
He stopped for amount to admire your face, brushing your hair behind your ear.
"What will we do when we leave? I mean, I'll slow down on the 'trying to go viral thing'."
"I have a lot of money, Kurt. We can do whatever we want."
He paused for a moment, before asking, "Do you think we could still kill people? Like, together, you know?"
You nodded your head. "Yes, we can. Only bad people though. And NO livestreaming any of it... I'll teach you."
He lied down next to you, still with a cheesy grin on his face. He gently rubbed his finger along your bruised lips. "Mine. You're mine."
You ran your fingers through his hair again, giving him a goofy smile back. "All yours.. and you're mine."
You both sat in silence admiring each other's bodies for a few minutes, before Kurt sighed deeply, "Well, I guess we should go take a shower and get all this... blood off of us before we leave." You gave him a sweet "Mhm." in agreement.
Another devilish look came across his face. "Maybe we could... round two?"
"Yes... but I'm shampooing your hair first, Kurt."
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