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warnings: smut (18+ mdni), sub!steve, edging, use of a sex toy, praise, some humiliation if you squint
wc: 1.4k
youre sprawled against steves bed, while steves rummaging through his dresser looking for a clean shirt. youre absentmindedly fidgeting with your chapstick. you apply some onto your lips, and when you move to put it back in your pocket, it fumbles out of your grasp and falls onto the floor, rolling under steves bed. you groan in annoyance, before kneeling down onto the floor, lifting his comforter to glance into the dim space beneath. as youre looking for your missing chapstick, your gaze catches onto something else.
your jaw drops.
a very poorly hidden fleshlight.
“...steven,” you call out
he finally finds a shirt and tosses it on, but his eyebrows raise. he cant help but feel like hes in trouble.
his heart practically falls out of his ass when he turns around and sees you standing with his fleshlight in your hand. that was the last thing he was expecting to see. hell, he even forgot he had owned that.
“ohfuck baby i swear. its not what it looks like!” he sputters over his words, “i had that before we even started dating, havent used it in forever,” hes quick to defend himself, worried youll be pissed at him.
“steve,” you giggle, “im not mad.”
“youre not?” the tension in his body eases, slightly, relieved to know you're not upset with him, but it doesnt help with the embarrassment at all.
“no, of course not, i swear,” you smile.
theres a beat of silence, steve buries his face into his hands. this is so humiliating for him.
“can i use it on you?” you ask, grinning
steves heart drops. did he hear that correctly? “wait what–? use it on me? you wanna use it on me?”
“yeah,” you shrug, “can i?”
he can feel his breath catch in his throat, “you want to?”
“please?”
“yeah.. yeah, you can use it on me,” he nods slowly
“sit down on the bed, baby,” you gently instruct him
he immediately obeys, and sits on the edge of his bed. hes tense, and you can tell. well to be fair, its not everyday where your girlfriend finds a sex toy underneath your bed. you stand in front of him, and he looks up at you with helpless eyes.
“relax baby, gonna take care of you,” you rub his chest.
you sit beside him, starting to kiss and nip at his neck. hes a sucker for neck kisses, it always gets him going. he immediately relaxes and melts at your touch. “fuck,” he breathes out, shutting his eyes and tilting his head back, allowing you more access to kiss the sensitive skin on his neck.
hes already palming himself over his grey sweats, his hips instinctively buck into his own grasp, desperate for friction. “god, you make me feel so good,” he groans. he tugs his sweats and boxers off, bringing them down to his thigh. his cock is already fully hard and it gently smacks against his clothed stomach, smearing some pre-cum onto the fabric.
steve looks down at his length, realizing how desperate and needy he already is. hes not used to it being this way, typically hes the one in charge, but right now, hes completely at your mercy.
“please baby, need you to touch me,” he mumbles, looking at you through hooded eyes.
“yeah stevie? want me to use your toy on you?”
“please? i need you so bad,” his tone growing more needy and impatient.
you move the fleshlight and hover it over his tip, just so that its barely making contact. he bites his lip hard, trying his best to stifle a moan, but hes failing miserably.
“fuck,” he gasps, “mama, dont tease me like that,” his eyes are glossy and wanting.
you shush him gently, “cmon stevie, be good. take what i give you.”
“im- im good, just put it on me, ill be good please,” he groans, hands fisting the sheets beneath him.
you slowly move the hunk of plastic onto his length, but just around the tip. steve whimpers and his body trembles at the act. his breath comes in short desperate pants and his face is completely flushed.
“please,” he moans, “dont tease me, you know i cant take it.”
you smirk at him and finally give in, you roll the fleshlight fully onto his length. steve practically yelps and his hips jerk up as the material finally engulfs him completely.
“ohfuck,” he whines, “‘s so good.”
“there we go, stevie,” you have a sly grin on your face, as you slowly roll the toy up and down his length.
“just like that– please dont stop. need more,” he bucks his hips into the toy.
he tips his head back as you move excruciatingly slow against him. you take the opportunity to kiss on his neck once more, his body is shaking and trembling with each touch from you, its electric. the torturous drag of the fleshlight is making him spiral. hes so pathetically needy, hes already close just from this.
“baby, ‘m gonna cum–” hes cut off with a gasp as you suddenly change the pace at which your moving.
“ohfuck, oh my god,” a string of moans leave his mouth, his thighs start shudder and his adams apple starts bobbing.
you can tell hes about to cum, and right when hes at the brink of his orgasm, you pull the fleshlight off of him.
steve groans at the loss of contact and bucks his hips up into nothing, desperately chasing some source of friction .
“fuck,” he whines, “babyplease,” his words slur together and he looks at you with his big, hazel eyes, “dont be mean.”
“yeah baby? you wanna cum?” you ask rhetorically, and he squeezes his eyes shut, nodding desperately.
“god, fuck, please mama,” he begs, his cock twitching in desparation.
you put the toy back on him, sinking the fleshlight against him slowly and deliberately. steve groans, his eyes roll to the back of his head and his breathing goes ragged.
“does it feel good, stevie?” you tilt your head at him
“mhmhm, so fucking good,” he nods eagerly, his hands are grasping the sheets so hard, doing everything in his power not to buck his hips up into the toy to show you that hes good, grateful for what you give him.
“mhm?” you halt your movements, “better than my pussy?”
“n-no!” his brain short circuits, “nothings better than your pussy.”
“good answer,” you start to pump the fleshlight against him at a faster pace
“thankyou,” he whines looking up at you.
“mhm, so good baby,” you praise him, leaning in for a soft kiss. he struggles to kiss you back, his mouth often falling agape, whimpering against your lips.
“faster mama, please,” he mutters helplessly.
“you want me to go faster? so desperate for a piece of plastic, hm?” you taunt him, “thought my pussy was better?”
“no! fuck, i mean yes b-but no,” he stutters, “please baby, i need it so bad. it hurts,” he cries out.
“you wanna cum? wanna cum in this plastic pussy so bad?” you offer him a faux pout
“pleasebaby, please let me cum. ill be so good i swear,” he pleads.
you abide, moving the toy even faster up and down his length. his chest heaves and he looks down, shutting his eyes. with your free hand, you gently tug his hair back, so you can suck on the sensitive skin of his neck. you move up to bite on his earlobe, whispering praises in his ear. steves body has completely succumbed to the pleasure, hes too lost to even think at this point. all he knows is to show how good he is for you.
“fuck, please tell me i can cum, ‘m so close,” his voice trembles as he begs.
“you can cum, baby. youre so good.”
steve completely breaks. his entire body locks, his hips jerk up as the pleasure wracks through him. hes a mess beneath you, his legs are shaking, and hes groaning loudly. you praise him as you slowly stroke the toy to help him ride out his orgasm. it is isnt long before he gets squirmy and sensitive.
“baby,” his breath comes in short ragged gasps, “no more, cant take it. ‘s too good. too sensitive,” hes shuddering beneath you, the fleshlight is messy. his cum leaking out of the base as he pants helplessly.
“please, no more mama,” he whispers
you slowly remove the toy, and he hisses as it comes off his length, his body twitching at the loss of contact. he throws himself back on the bed, and you lay with him.
“thankyou,” he mumbles, “i love you so much. you make me feel so good.” hes still trembling slightly, as he moves to nuzzle into your chest.
Summary: If there was anything that your boyfriend loved, it was fucking you while you wore his t-shirts.
Content Warning: 18+ smut, penetration (p in v), dirty talk, suggestive language, softdom!Eddie, swearing, sexual/suggestive language
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It took a while for Eddie to notice that his t-shirts were going missing. He couldn’t understand why his favorite Judas Priest shirt hadn’t resurfaced after weeks of searching or where his Metallica tank top had disappeared to. It was like his personal wardrobe was dwindling down to nothing. After a month of this, he finally found the culprit- you.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot.” He pants as he drives his hips into you, causing your back to arch off the mattress. It had been going on like this for at least an hour- after you had opened the front door of your apartment to let your boyfriend in. When he laid his eyes on you wearing only a pair of black panties and his Iron Maiden t-shirt, he couldn’t help himself. He had you pinned against your mattress in less than five minutes flat.
“Fuck, Eddie.” You whine, your arms grasping onto his biceps as he snapped his hips into your wet core- fucking you hard enough to make it difficult for you to walk tomorrow.
“Yeah, baby?” He whispers “That feel good?”
“So good, Eds.”
“Fuck, sweetheart, you look so good.” He moans, pulling away a bit to stare down at your hardened nipples poking through the fabric of his shirt. He pinches a part of the fabric between his thumb and forefinger, admiring.
“Tell me again,” He breathes “Who does this belong to?”
He was asserting dominance and you loved it. You loved when your boyfriend put you in your place in the bedroom. Especially when he was so sweet to you any other time.
“Yours, Eddie.” You squeak as he hits a particular spot inside of you that had you seeing stars “It’s y-yours.”
“Damn right.” He says, grabbing your legs to hitch them over his shoulders to fuck you at a whole new angle.
“Oh shit! Holy fuck!” You scream out as Eddie smiles down at you cockily.
“You know, sweetheart, I usually don’t like to share but I’ll make an exception just for you. Because you look so damn cute. How does that sound? What’s mine is yours.” He smirks seductively.
“F-fuck!” You stammer, taking Eddie’s hard cock as he thrusts into you with fervor.
“Isn’t that right, baby? Hm? What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine? Isn’t that what they say?”
You were too cock drunk and stupid to respond with more than desperate nods.
“Good.” Eddie purrs “Guess that means this pussy is mine, right?”
simon riley doesn’t cum easily. he’s old enough to be your dad and he’s been fucking girls since before you were even a thought. it’s something he’s proud of—most girls are lucky enough to get foreplay and twenty minutes let alone hours of teasing, touching and fucking that’ll have them forgetting their own name. it’s something he even warns you about, almost holds the idea over your head when the topics of sex and your virginity come up.
“‘’m a grown man, sweetheart. much worse than the boys your father warns you about. wanna get you ready first.”
and he does—when the day comes and your laid out on your pretty silk sheets, topless and wearing nothing but your cutest lace panties—just for him. he spends an hour with his mouth between your legs, fingers inside you, hands all over your body. he spends so much time ‘getting you ready’ that when it’s finally time for him to sink his cock inside you—
he stills.
you blink up at him, shifting at the pressure of him just sitting inside you.
“simon?” you whisper, shuddering as your pussy clenches around him over and over—desperate for him to move, touch, something.
“need a minute,” he grunts, eyes squeezed shut. his fists clench and unclench next to your head. his hips twitch. he throws his head back when you try moving for him—
“don’t.” he snaps, must harsher than he meant, hand flying down to still your movement, “‘m gonna blow my load if you move again sweetheart.”
you blink. you frown. you think. then you grin. “but you said-”
“shut up.”
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anakin skywalker is rubbing his cock against your clit, slowly, watching your fluids drip down your cunt. you’re not entirely sure how you got to the point of your master towering above you, teasing your entrance with himself, but here you were. the memory of him minutes earlier, buried in between your legs engulfs itself in your mind. he was relentless, lapping at your pussy like it was heaven sent.
“all for me,” he had muttered, his thumbs digging into your thighs, leaving bruises with the force he gripped on.
you think maybe you pushed him a little too far in training with your attitude today, that could have been it. whatever it was, it landed you here.
“so fuckin’ tight.” he groans as he slowly pushes in, his head already filling you up. anakin adjusts, pushing your legs back further towards your head, as he drives his cock deeper inside you. it hits a spot you’ve never felt before, one that makes your core knot.
“ani!” you breathe out, any other words failing. his eyes almost glow with lust as he watches you, his movements becoming quicker. the sound of him moving in and out of you becomes wetter, lubricating his cock, allowing him to slide in even easier. he pulls out, just to insert his fingers and curl them inside, scissoring into your wet pussy.
“you don’t seem to have an attitude now, do you? not when i’m making you drip all around my fingers.” he switches back to fucking you, then alternating again. and again. the feeling starts to become overwhelming, your body shaking into an orgasm around him.
“stars baby. you cum so pretty. you wanna take my seed and remember who you belong to while you train?”
anakin’s words are dirty but you nod, you almost couldn’t deny him, or anything he said at that moment. his thrusts become deeper, slower, but you can tell he’s hitting his peak when he slams inside you each time.
his thoughts, sentences become scrambled as he inches closer to his own climax but it doesn’t stop you from squeezing around him at it.
“gonna fill you up. fuck.” he grunts. “need this pretty thing on me every night, train you to take all of me the way i like.”
your palm finds your clit as he talks, rubbing it, finding a dual ecstasy.
this is anakin’s undoing, watching you touch yourself as he talks. his cum paints your insides, his voice telling you this is his mark on you.
being his padawan has a deeper meaning now, apparently.
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kurtsworld96 is your biggest fan and the last thing he expects is for you to follow him back.
pairing: kurt kunkle x twitch streamer!reader
words: 3.1k
contains: (18+ smut!! minors dni) mutual masturbation (fem and male), sexting, phone sex, dirty talk, lil bit of drooling, kurt's packing, pet names (angel, baby), kurt is a massive sub, virgin!kurt, praise kink, kurt likes loves being told he's a good boy, pussy pronouns, no use of y/n, female reader, she/her pronouns for reader.
author's note: day 5 of the 2k followers special! my first kurt fic. kurt smut has a special place in my heart, he's my favourite loser. stardew valley mention because i fucking love that game. please enjoy some shameless smut.
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kurtsworld96: want to cum on ur tits
You see the comment before one of your mods deletes it and your lips twitch as you try not to laugh. You got a lot of creeps—like a lot—and this kurtsworld96 just seemed to be another one.
“This Kurt guy—dude, you’re probably like a twelve year old virgin. Go watch porn or something instead of harassing me on stream,” you say bluntly before your eyes flicker back to your monitor where you were in the depths (level 84 to be exact) of Skull Cavern in Stardew Valley.
You had been streaming for nearly five hours and the last two of those had been trying to reach level 100 of the caverns. It was your first time trying and your body felt tense from the adrenaline that had been steadily pumping through you throughout the game. You told yourself you would stream for six hours but your body felt like it was thrumming beneath your skin. You wanted to end the stream early, perhaps have a glass of wine and use that new vibrator a brand had sent you.
You manage to make it to level 90 before a serpent kills you. Again.
“Stupid fucking thing!” You huff, slamming a hand down onto your desk as your chat explodes with messages of encouragement to ‘try again!’ and ‘keep going!’.
But only one message really catches your eye.
kurtsworld966: ur really fcking hot when you rage quit. gonna fuck my fist think about it later
Maybe it was the fact that you really, really needed to get laid. Maybe it was the fact your body felt so tense but that message sent something hot and electric straight to your neglected cunt.
You blink. The familiar soundtrack to the game fades into nothing as you become acutely aware of the sudden urge you had to press your thighs together.
The message clears. One of your mods had deleted it.
You figured that this Kurt guy made a new account just to send through the new message. There was some sick part of you that hoped he’d make another one.
And he did just that. Barely five minutes later.
kurtsworld9666: bet your pu$$y tastes fucking incredible
One of your mods messages you privately and asks if you want him permanently banned but you’re too busy imagining the faceless stranger’s nose buried deep in your cunt to reply.
Fuck—you needed to get end the stream.
“I’m going to head off guys,” you announce as you squeeze your thighs together beneath the desk, rubbing yourself against the chair beneath you for a small slither of relief. Your clit nudges the steam of your shorts and something warm jolts through you. You take a breath before plastering a smile on your face. “I’ll be streaming at the same time tomorrow so catch you all then! Good night!”
You click off before you can see all the messages roll in before your mods and followers could ask what was wrong. But instead of turning off your PC, you head straight to kurtsworld96’s Twitch page.
“Fuck,” you mutter when you realise he was blocked. One of your mods must have done it. Probably for the best. He was definitely some creep you shouldn’t want looking at your profile.
But you were horny and curious and it was a dangerous mix that made you hover over the ‘un-block’ button. Your finger taps without really thinking.
Your eyes widened when his profile finally loads.
It was an aggressive clash of colours, of memes that told you this guy was very clearly chronically online. There was an entire section of his profile dedicated to clips of him rage quitting Fortnite. Your eyes flicker to his profile picture and the first thing you notice about him are his eyes—big, brown like a damn puppy dog. He was cute—sure, he looked a little pathetic and he could probably do with a shower or two but he seemed sweet.
The next thing you notice was the stats next to his username. The fact he had been following you for over a year—since your very first steam in fact.
That turned you on even more and you weren’t entirely sure why.
You shut down your computer, grabbing your phone before leaving your streaming room. You were still stupidly horny and didn’t even think about grabbing a glass of water after a long stream. Instead, you headed straight to your bedroom.
You fell back onto your bed as you opened instagram. You hesitated for maybe twenty seconds before you typed in ‘kurtsworld96’ into your search bar.
His instagram profile was almost identical to his Twitch. Same aggressively cringe graphics, same big brown puppy dogs eyes. The fact he was already following you.
You click on his latest post and your pussy clenches around nothing as you're met with the sight of his bare chest. It was a video of him messing around with what you sure was a fake samurai sword. But you didn’t give a fuck about the sword, too busy staring at this guy’s body. Because fuck, he was pretty. He had a generous smattering of chest hair which was unexpected but you found yourself staring at, mouth hanging open. He had moles and freckles dotted over his body and a soft tummy that you openly ogled.
You swallow, squeezing your thighs together as your fingers scramble to zoom in on those dark sweatpants he was wearing where you were sure you could see the outline of his cock.
But the sudden appearance of a large red heart stops you.
Shit.
Fuck.
You lock your phone. Your heart hammers in your chest. You feel hot in a way that had nothing to do with how horny you were and everything to do with the accidental like you had just left on his post.
Stupid, stupid, stupid—
Your phone buzzes and you groan, suddenly fighting the urge to throw your phone into the nearest body of water. You take a moment before you glance at your phone but it was just your best friend who had texted you.
Maybe you had imagined it. Maybe you hadn’t really liked Kurt’s post. Maybe you should look again just in case. But one look at Kurt’s profile and you quickly realise you hadn’t imagined it.
You could block him. You could bury the evidence and save yourself from embarrassment. But you don’t do that. Instead, you bite your lip before you press ‘follow’.
And you wait. Ten seconds, maybe a little more before your phone buzzes pnce again.
This time, it wasn’t your best friend.
holy fucking shit
you followed me?!
fuck
you’re fucking beautiful
i love your streams. you’re so pretty
hi
Your lips twitched as you try not to smile. You were right—he was sweet.
Hi
It was the only thing you could think to type back. You weren’t sure what you were doing, giving this guy attention. He could be crazy, he could be insane. He could be—
Your phone buzzes as Kurt sends through another message. You look down at your phone and—
“Holy fuck.”
You had received a lot of unsolicited dick pics throughout the past year of streaming on Twitch but this one? It had your attention.
Because Kurt’s cock was fucking beautiful. It was thick, long, veiny. It looked fucking heavy as it rested against his soft stomach. A large hand was wrapped around his length and you found yourself focusing on his fingers—on the veins in his hands before you went back to looking at his cock. Your eyes flickering to the tip which was flushed a dark pink and glistening with pre cum. Your mouth feels incredibly dry as you stare at the image for longer than necessary and that coil of desire stirred back up in your gut.
took this when watching ur stream earlier
You swallow, wetting your lips before you shakily type back a reply.
I saw your messages on my stream
You hesitate, your thumbs hovering over your keyboard as you see the three dots to indicate Kurt was typing a reply.
u like my cock?
You figured that this guy had probably never sexted someone before and had you not already seen his glorious cock, you may have thought twice about indulging him. But there was an ache between your thighs that had become impossible to ignore.
Yeah, I really like your cock Kurt
He doesn’t reply instantly. You wonder if you had broken him. You figured you may have done since you would have placed money on the fact that this guy had very limited—if not zero—experience.
You wondered if he was jerking off. If he was touching himself while texting you and you found yourself annoyed at the idea of not being able to see it.
Your fingers fly over the keys before you could stop yourself.
FaceTime me.
Your phone number follows.
You wait for perhaps ten seconds before your phone rings.
You sit upright in your bed, running your hands through your hair quickly before you take a deep breath. You hadn’t yet changed from your t-shirt and gym shorts you had been wearing during your stream and you were a little self conscious about it. You glance at your phone screen to see an unknown number FaceTiming you. You rest your phone back against your pillows before accepting the call.
“Hi,” you say as Kurt’s face flashes across the screen. Like you, he was laying in bed. His phone seemed to be propped up on his bedside table. He looked completely breathless as he lay back against his sheets, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, those big brown eyes wide and lips swollen and wet as though he had been biting them. You can see yourself in the bottom corner of the screen, perched on your bed with your legs slightly spread and you feel yourself flush with pleasure when Kurt lets out a small groan at the mere sight of you.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters. “You’re fucking—you’re gorgeous. And real. Thank fuck. Not a catfish. That’s good. That’s—”
He was rendered speechless as you stretch your t-shirt taunt over your chest, giving Kurt a clear view of your pebbled nipples through the material.
“Fuck me,” he gasps out, lips parting. “I mean—fuck—I wanna fuck you so bad. Wanna fuck your brains out. Wanna see your pussy stretched over my—”
“—have you done this before, Kurtie?” You ask in a soft voice, head titled.
Kurt whimpers at the nickname and frantically shakes his head. “No, no, I haven’t. I’ve never—”
“—that’s okay,” you practically purr, your clit throbs in anticipation as you watch Kurt’s face twist in pleasure. “Just watch me.”
“Holy fuck angel, you’re fucking perfect,” he babbles, eyes wide as you shift your position so he could see the globes of your ass peeking beneath your shorts. “Fucking gorgeous and perfect and—”
He cuts himself off, seeming to choke on his own saliva as you begin to lift up your t-shirt to show him your tits.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Kurt gasps out and you watch as he begins to palm himself over his sweatpants. The bulge there was hard to miss and you hastily tug off your t-shirt so you could run your hands over the sensitive flesh of your breasts.
You hum, head thrown back in pleasure as your fingers circle your nipples, your hips moving of their own accord as you grinded against your sheets. Your panties and shorts were starting to feel damp from how wet you had become. You desperately wanted to peel them off but you pulled your focus back to Kurt as you continued to play with your sensitive peaks.
He was whimpering, hand still desperately palming himself—eyes fixed on you and a bit of drool hanging from his mouth. It was pathetically hot.
You smiled at the screen sweetly as you trailed a hand down to the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down enough to expose your baby blue panties.
“Show me your cock, Kurtie,” you tell him breathlessly. “Wanna see your pretty cock.”
You could have told him to throw himself in front of a car and he probably would have obliged.
His hands scramble to tug down his sweatpants and boxers at the same time. You hear him curse several times in his haste to do as you say. You continue to roll your nipple between your fingers, biting back your own small moan at the sensation as your other hand moves to cup your needy cunt over your shorts.
“Shiiiiit, you’re so fucking hot, baby,” Kurt tells you in a strained voice. You hear the faint sound of skin slapping against skin and your eyes flutter open just in time to see his cock slap against his stomach.
Your mouth feels dry again and suddenly, the pressure of your hand against your cunt isn’t enough anymore.
“Shit—are you going to—”
Your hands slip inside your shorts before Kurt could finish his sentence. You were soaked. That much was immediately clear as you ran your fingers along the damp patch your slick had left in your panties. Your hips bucked instinctively and you let out a soft moan as you repeated the action.
“Shit—fuck—you’re so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot.”
You smile a little, eyes closed as you press down on your clothed clit and mewl out Kurt’s name.
Kurt felt like he had died and gone to heaven.
There was a brief moment of silence and then—an obscene sound of slickness on the other end of the FaceTime call.
Your eyelids flutter open just in time to see Kurt—a hand wrapped around his thick cock—as he stares at you.
“You’re so fucking perfect. Fucking beautiful. Fucking gorgeous. Touching yourself because of me? Fuccccck.”
He’s babbling, complete and utter nonsense and that leaves your body buzzing. He was so eager—so fucking eager to please you, even over the phone and each compliment went straight to your cunt.
Your hand slips out of your shorts so you could tug them off, along with your panties and Kurt’s movement stops for a brief second as you lay back so he could get a clear view of your glistening pussy.
“Holyfuckingshit, holyfuckingshit—”
The needy tone of his voice was everything you needed and more, your fingers glided easily between your folds and you didn’t think twice before you plunge a finger inside of yourself.
“Fucccck,” you hear Kurt gasp out. You could hear him pumping his leaking dick frantically, eyes feasting greedily on the way your finger pumps in and out of your dripping hole, your breasts bouncing with each and every thrust. “Look at her. Fucking looking at her.”
You let out a high pitch moan as you add a second finger, your head falling back against your sheets as you continue to fuck yourself with your slick fingers. Your hips bucking upwards to meet your movements, your eyes rolling back into your head and Kurt’s name falling repeatedly from your lips.
“You’re such a good boy, Kurtie,” you moan out as you plunge your fingers deep into your sobbing pussy, slick sounds filling the room obscenely. “Such a good boy. S’fucking good f’me.”
Pleasure was spreading through you—white hot and making everything around you feel sharper. The coil in your gut was pulled tight and all you could hear was the schlick, schlick, schlick from Kurt fucking himself with his fist.
“I’m gonna be so good,” Kurt was babbling desperately, whimpers falling unabashedly from his lips as he stroked his length over and over again at the sight of you. “I’ll be such a good boy. I’ll be so fucking good f’you.”
Slick was dripping down your wrist as your other hand joined the fray—your finger circling your clit once and causing your hips to jerk upwards as pleasure pulsed through every nerve in your body.
“Fuccck, I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum. Let me cum angel, please? I need to cum. Please. Please. I’ll be so good. I’ll be so fucking good—”
“Cum. Cum for me, Kurtie. Please be a good boy and cum for me,” you gasp out as you continue to fuck yourself with your hand toys with swollen clit.
And Kurt? He does exactly what you ask of him.
He lets out a strangled whimper of your name as he spills his release all over his fist and stomach. You watch, memorised, at the amount of cum that was spilling out of him. Fuck, it was hot. Watching his hips desperately jerk as he babbles your name like it was the only word he knew.
And it was that—him whimpering out your name like that—was the thing that pushed you over the edge. Heat surged through you, sending shock waves through every nerve in your body as your orgasm crashed over you. Your thighs shook, your juices dripped down onto the sheets beneath you and your breasts heaved heavily as your body attempted to recover from the intensity of your release.
The only sounds that came from you and Kurt was the both of you trying to catch your breath.
“Can we do this again?” you hear Kurt ask tentatively. “Soon?”
You blink slowly before sitting upright, your eyes flickering to your phone to see Kurt looking at you. His stomach was painted white from his own cum but he didn’t care as his big brown eyes looked at you pleadingly. Honestly, he looked as though he might cry if you said no.
Lucky for him, there wasn’t a part of you that wanted to say that word.
“Of course Kurtie,” you say with a gentle smile. “You wanna come round tomorrow after my stream?”
Kurt’s eyes practically bulge out of his head.
“You want—this—in person? Are you—”
“—I’m sure,” you say before he could second guess himself. “I’ll text you my address.”
Kurt swallows before nodding frantically. “Yeah—that’s um—great. Perfect, yeah. I’ll be over.”
You smile because fuck, this guy was sweet. So fucking sweet and you couldn’t wait to make him a whimpering mess all over again.
“Cool. See you tomorrow Kurt.”
You lean forward, picking up your phone to end the call but Kurt says your name and you pause, looking at him expectantly.
“You look really pretty when you cum,” he tells you softly. The words make you feel hot and it had nothing to do with the orgasm you had just had and everything to do with the guy with the big brown eyes looking at you like you hung the stars.
“So you do,” you tell him sincerely, your heart thumping in your chest as he flushes pink. You need to hang up before you tell him he looked pretty when he was flustered too. “See you tomorrow, Kurt.”
Your jedi master Anakin's got his head between your thighs.
It took some begging—from his side, not yours, and quite a few days of him warming you up to the idea before you finally allowed him down there.
But the sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.
You’ve had your own hand, and, well, his hand—but there’s nothing quite like his hot, wet mouth sliding over your soaked underwear.
It’s too much, seeing your master face first in your pussy, and your arm moves almost involuntarily to cover your eyes.
“Aht-aht,” he tuts, and you can hear the smile on his voice as he grabs each of your wrists to hold them to the bed by your hips. “You need to see what I’m doing.”
“Why,” you groan, embarrassment flooding your body at the way his voice hits a deeper register it never does outside of the bedroom.
“So you can tell that little boyfriend of yours how to do it right.”
“He’s not my—!” you start to object, losing the end of your sentence into nothing as he penetrates you with his tongue. You try to wriggle away, but his grip on you is steadfast, pinning you in place with your legs thrown over his shoulders.
The look in his eyes is all too familiar from your lessons as his Padawan: Quit, and you’ll never get to the good part.
But it’s like he’s tongue kissing your pussy, and you still don’t know how to feel about it.
You wish he was up here, nose to nose with you like usual, your knees pressed to your chest as he breathes into your mouth. It’s a small loss, easily forgotten, when he brings his hands back into play.
“Look at you,” Anakin croons, a smile on his lips like it’s all some joke you’ll never learn the punchline to. “So wet for me.”
And you’re still not quite sure if he’s talking to you, or to the part of your body he’s been giving all his attention to for the better half of an hour. You’re sure you’ve soaked the sheets below you at this point, not just because of the mixture of fluids he’s created between your thighs, but because of the sweat gathering at your lower back. Every time your legs begin to shake and you start babbling nonsense, Anakin pulls away, pulls you farther away from your orgasm. It’s a full body workout at this point.
“Please, Master,” you whine, asking for it like he’s not going to give it to you.
“So impatient,” Anakin replies, his eyes flashing as he raises his head, spitting back onto your folds.
“You’re teasing me,” you pout, yet Anakin’s indifferent—he’s done nothing but tease you for the past two years. He’d think by now that you’d be used to it.
“If you didn’t clearly like it so much, I’d stop.”
You open your mouth to argue, but Anakin’s not going to let you have the last word. Not now, not ever. His middle and ring fingers push into your entrance at the same time he tongues your clit, and the stretch, the overstimulation—it’s all too much.
Your back bows off of the bed as you come, your muscles spasming as pleasure positively fries your system, your hands now clenching at his, needing something, anything to hold onto.
He’s silent, watching you fall apart under him, and it’s not until later, that you’re half asleep with your head on his thigh that he mutters:
omg thinking about just talking with joe about random stuff and then asking him increasingly funny and uncomfortable questions to make him blush…. like what was it like to make a girl cum for the first time? ohh are you sure it actually happened? has anyone ever tried to stick a finger up ur ass? omg please tell meeee noo dont be embarrassed
Stop because I so see him getting flustered and embarrassed, he’s trying so hard not to answer the question. His face is completely red and he’s like ???? He’s so cute I can’t lmao
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Warnings: none.
WC: 720
The two of you are sprawled on the couch after dinner, legs tangled, some half-forgotten comedy special playing on the TV. Joe’s got one arm slung behind his head, the other lazily rubbing your calf where it rests across his lap. He’s in an old band tee and sweats, hair still a little damp from the shower, looking soft and relaxed in the way that always makes your brain go a little stupid. Which is exactly why you decide to ruin it.
You sit up a little, poking his side with your toe. “Okay, serious question.”
He side-eyes you immediately, already suspicious. “No.”
“You don’t even know what I’m gonna ask!”
“I know that face. That’s your evil-question face.” He tries to hide behind his water glass, but you can see the faint pink already creeping up his neck. Joe Keery blushes like a Victorian maiden when cornered. It’s your favorite thing in the world.
You clasp your hands together, batting your lashes. “Please? Just one. I’ll love you forever.”
“You already love me forever,” he mutters, but he’s fighting a smile. “Fine. One.”
“What was it like the first time you made a girl cum?”
The water glass nearly slips out of his hand. He chokes, coughs, and turns an instant, spectacular shade of red that starts at his ears and races all the way down to where his shirt collar sits. “Jesus Christ.”
You’re already giggling. “Come on! I’m curious! Was it magical? Did angels sing? Did she levitate off the bed like in the movies?”
“Absolutely not answering that.” He covers his entire face with both hands, peeking through his fingers like a kid watching a scary movie. “We are not doing this.”
“But you promised!” You crawl closer, draping yourself halfway across his chest, giving him the biggest, saddest puppy eyes you can muster. “Pleeease, Joe. For science. For your adoring wife who just cooked you pasta. I need to know if teenage Joe was a prodigy or a disaster.”
He groans, the sound muffled behind his palms. “You are the worst. It was… fine. Normal. Can we watch the show now?”
“Normal how?” You poke his ribs until he squirms. “Did she actually cum or do you think she faked it?”
That does it. He drops his hands, staring at you in pure mortified betrayal, mouth opening and closing like a fish. The blush has gone nuclear. “I— she— I was seventeen! I had no idea what I was doing! Why are you like this?”
“Because it’s funny and you get all blushy and cute.” You lean in and kiss the tip of his burning nose. “I bet she faked it. First times are always a mess. Did she do the polite little ‘oh god yes’ moan or the full porn-star performance?”
Joe makes a noise that’s half laugh, half dying whale. He grabs a throw pillow and smushes it over his face. “I’m filing for divorce. Right now. Tonight. You’ll get the house but I’m taking the dog.”
“You don’t even like the dog that much,” you tease, tugging the pillow away. “Last one, I swear. Has anyone ever tried to stick a finger up your ass?”
The pillow flies across the room. Joe sits bolt upright, nearly knocking you off the couch, eyes wide and horrified. “What is wrong with you? No! Absolutely not! We are not— I can’t— why would you—”
You’re laughing so hard you have to hold your stomach. He looks genuinely scandalized, like you just asked him to rob a bank in broad daylight. His hands flap uselessly in the air as he tries to formulate a response that isn’t just more blushing and sputtering.
“Begging you,” you gasp between giggles, clutching his arm. “Please answer. I’ll make brownies. I’ll never ask again. Was it a bold ex? A curious situationship? Did you yelp?”
“I did not yelp,” he says, voice cracking, which only makes you laugh harder. He buries his face in your shoulder, shoulders shaking with reluctant laughter of his own. “You’re evil. Pure evil. I married a demon.”
“Your demon,” you correct, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his flaming cheek. “Who loves you very much and thinks embarrassed Joe is the best Joe.”
He mumbles something that sounds like “gonna die of shame” but his arms come around you anyway, squeezing tight. After a long beat he sighs, muffled against your hair.
“…Maybe once. And I did yelp. Happy now?”
You squeal in delight. He immediately regrets it, groaning again and trying to roll off the couch to escape your victorious cackling. You tackle him back down, both of you dissolving into laughter while the forgotten TV laughs along in the background.
“See?” you say, poking his still-red cheek. “Wasn’t that fun?”
“I hate you,” he lies, pulling you in for a kiss that tastes like embarrassment and affection and the chocolate cake you had for dessert.
warnings: sex pollen, low stakes power dynamic, grinding/dry humping, unprotected piv, dirty talk, creampie, overstimulation, belly bulge, brief fingering mention, also brief cumplay
may the 4th be with you loves!! <3
following anakin blindly on missions was essentially what he expected everytime. he gave you directions, whatever it was, you agree. he controls the starfighter, you sit silently, watching him. you were entranced by him, he fought so effortlessly, the way you wanted to train yourself to be.
he noticed. he noticed how you watched him, your gaze constantly lingering on him, even when it shouldn't be. especially when he would tell you to focus on said mission. such as, distracting the enemy so you could get the hell off the outer planets and return back. he found himself constantly muttering curses with "padawan" followed after.
once again, you were paying "attention" to the mission, but were seemingly distracted in anakins words, as he gave you the rundown on how you were ultimately leaving the planet. your foot caught on a root, causing you to trip into a bed of plants, eliciting a groan from you. you hear anakin sigh from in front of you, moving towards you to help you up. your nose twitches. you bring your palm up to your face, wiping it across your nose to find a dust covering your nose and most likely everywhere your body fell into.
"yuck." you huff, brushing it off, some falling onto anakin as he takes your hand. he glances at it, squinting at the dust that now covers his own hand.
"what is this?"
you shrug. "i'm not an expert on other planets- or ours- plants. thought you might know."
his face contorts. "lets keep moving."
the further you walk, the more you feel a haze start to cloud your mind. it doesn't feel natural, feels more like when you have too many drinks at the local dive in coruscant. but the haze is heavy.
"anakin, can we stop for a moment?" your eyes are heavy lidded, your body feels warm. you've felt this feeling before, the way the warmth travels down your body, stopping at your core, letting it fill you, make your insides pulse. you bite your lip, willing yourself to focus for just a moment.
he turns to look at you. maybe with the force he can sense it, feel the desire radiating from you, but the need that seeps from him is just as urgent. he's never let himself outwardly think this way about his padawan, controlled his thoughts so well. a deeper part of him knows it must be because of that damned pollen you caught yourself up into earlier.
"we're almost at the starfighter." he rasps out. he silently begs you to control it, himself too, until you were back, back where he could take care of the need crawling between both of you.
your visions have clouded of solely anakin. you had to be soaking through your pants, the thoughts that were consuming you almost making you collapse on the spot to find pleasure. when the starfighter came into view, you could've cried, knowing you were closer to home at this point, not close enough, but one step further. anakin watched as you sat down, the sudden friction on your overly sensitive clit causing you to yelp without warning. he draws in a sharp breath as he launches off, but fails to keep his eyes away from you. he ghosts a hand over your upper thigh, his thumb lightly brushing your covered center. the touch makes you whimper, moving his hand to press against you.
"that's it. use me." he cups his palm around your core, letting you grind against him. it feels entirely wrong, but the pleasure is immeasurable.
"stars..." you cast out, slipping deeper into the seat, finding your orgasm drawing closer.
anakin was just hoping he could last until you got back. which, by the string of his robes, he did, and was practically dragging you to his quarters, his cock straining hard against his pants, begging to be inside you.
his lips meet yours, as hovers above you on his bed, devouring you. the taste of you becomes addicting, his tongue finding entrance in your mouth, your fingers landing place in his hair. your hips are rocking against him, finding a constant source of pleasure for yourself.
anakin undresses, returning the act on you.
"need to be inside you. now. waited too long." he's teasing your entrance, watching you, his pupils covering the whites of his eyes.
"ani please." a whiny beg leaves your mouth. he spits onto your pussy, rubbing it into your clit, then thrusting in. he collapses over you, feeling his cock fill you entirely. your eyes are glazed over, watching him fuck you. your fingers fist into the blankets trying to find something to grasp onto to relieve the build up of pressure in your body. his thumb runs over the bulge that makes itself clear in your stomach each time he fills you to hilt.
"you see that baby? you see how i fill you?" your head tilts back, wrapping your legs around his back.
whatever feeling the pollen had created had allowed for the pleasure to be amplified, his nerves in his cock to be more sensitive, the feeling of an orgasm to be brought on almost immediately.
"let me cum in you. please." he begs, gripping your hip, going faster, trying to find release. you nod, your thoughts becoming a jumbled mess, as his lips found yours once more.
he curses against your lips, finding his release, the feeling of his cum soaking your insides.
"stars baby, you feel so good."
your head spins but the need isn't fully satisfied. you look at him, searching his eyes to see if he feels the same. his fingers stroke your clit, one inserting slowly in your pussy, just teasing the cum inside. a small grin forms on his face, one that seems a little more grounded, as if the pollen isn't as present-
"not ready to stop yet, are you?"
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