cw: 18+, minors dni, smut, pillow humping, phone sex
He’d set up his phone just right, giving you the perfect view of his mattress. A sad, lumpy thing on his floor. No bed frame, no box spring. Roused sheets with his comforter tangled at the foot. Then finally, you can see him. Crawling onto his bed wearing nothing but a pair of worn blue briefs and some tattered white tube socks. He’s standing on his knees, large hand reaching for a pillow.
Kurt’s already hard, impressive length bouncing underneath the flimsy cotton of underwear you’re sure he’s had forever.
He rolls the pillow up a bit and pins it to the mattress. Spreads his legs a bit and then gyrates against the pillow. And you’re not sure where to look. The perverted action happening or his trembling biceps as he’s trying to hold himself up or his greasy hair falling in front of his eyes. He shakes his head to get it out of the way, but it just goes right back. And obviously the simple friction is distracting enough because he doesn’t try to fix it again, but he moans softly and his hips give a pathetic thrust. Pink, plush lips opened in an ‘o’ shape. Another moan tumbles from them as he grinds down a little harder.
It’s obscene, has your body tingling all over. And you feel powerful. Because you asked for this. And Kurt will do just about anything for your attention.
“Feel good?” you ask him over the FaceTime.
He nods enthusiastically, mutters out a wrecked little, “Yeah…” all breathy and shaky.
You give him a soft giggle and it encourages him a little further. Kurt starts moving his hips faster, using the pillow to feel good. Humping against it just like you’d asked. Part of you wants to touch yourself but you also just want to watch him. It’s a real pretty sight.
His face is all contorted in ecstasy and it’s gorgeous. He’s so sensitive, he’s barely started and he’s already falling apart. However, you want to see more.
“Kurt,” you interrupt him and his body freezes. He lets go of the pillow and rises upright, still on his knees but turning his torso to look at his phone.
“Yeah? Am I doing it wrong? Can you see? Should I move the phone?” he rambles on, causing you to giggle again.
“No, no, it’s perfect. Just wanna see more. Take off your underwear for me?” you ask, biting your lip as his face reddens.
Kurt pushes his hair off his forehead, nods and then his hands move to the waistband of those cotton briefs. He pushes them over his round ass, freeing his cock and you’re so happy you asked for this. It looks almost painfully hard, pink and angry and leaking at the tip. Quite possibly the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.
He’s awkward and a bit clumsy as he tries to get them off all the way, falling forward and onto the pillow he’s been gyrating against. His face gets a touch more red, embarrassment flooding him until you sigh happily and tell him just how cute you think he is. Then Kurt’s matching your smile.
“I don’t think I’m supposed to be cute right now,” he says, kind of matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, well, you’re cute all the time. Now get on with the show.”
Kurt shakes his head, but there’s a smile on his lips. He reaches for the pillow again, holds it tight and then rolls his hips. His cock is trapped between the pillow and his abdomen. But obviously the friction is enough because he tilts his head back and moans, tightens his grip on the pillow.
Now his hips work faster. Each thrust dripped in desperation. Starts arching his back with it. Putting on quite literally the best show for you.
“You’re such a good boy, Kurt,” you say, your own voice sounding wrecked with desire.
That pulls a wonderful, needy and shaky moan from him. His eyes squeezed tightly shut while he humps the pillow. The moans don’t stop, each one sounding more high pitched and desperate. He’s reaching his climax quicker than you’d anticipated but you’re so excited for it.
“You gonna cum for me?” you ask, trying to sound sultry but you know you sound just as needy as he appears to be.
“Y-yeah!” he whines, dragging his cock against the pillow repeatedly. “G-gonna… oh, fuck!”
And with that, he spills all over the pillow and his sheets. Kurt collapses with it, no doubt getting the front of him all messy and sticky with cum. He’s breathing heavily, face seems satisfied and happy. Eyes still closed and the dreamiest smile spread across his face. Then once he comes down, his eyes open abruptly.
“Was that good?” he asks, hopeful.
You nod at him through the phone, smiling wide, “It was perfect. You’re the best.”
His smile widens and then he sits upright. Reaches for the phone and you’re met with his beautiful face again.
“I’m gonna cleaned up… can I call you back?” he asks.
“I’ll be waiting,” you tell him.
“I’ll be quick, I promise. Love you,” he says and hangs up.
And you’re waiting with baited breath until he calls you back.
steve wants to make you juno bad. it was no secret that steve really wanted to have kids. that he wanted a big family. he made that very obvious when you first got together. you thought it was sweet he knew exactly what he wanted but you told him you may have to compromise on the whole six kids thing. so, it came as no surprise that this man had the biggest breeding kink going. when it came to imagining getting you pregnant—his hormones are high. and outside the bedroom, steve loved to try and tempt you, telling you that one of him was cute but two of him though? even better. you’d roll your eyes but secretly agree.
the amount of times you had text your friends “we almost broke up again last night” when it came to gator tillman was…a lot. more than you care to admit. but you wouldn’t have it any other way. you fought, one of you threatened to leave and then—one of you (usually gator) would give in. you’d have sex (incredible, incredible sex) and you’d both say sorry. it was a cycle, it was probably—most definitely—unhealthy but it was you and gator.
your bed chem with teacake was well—it was fucking incredible. that man had the stamina of a damn race horse. the way he picked you up, put you down, turned you around always got you going. the way he knew exactly what your body wanted. the way he talked so fucking sweet while doing the dirtiest things to you. the way he would look at you—you were pretty fucking obsessed.
keys treated you so well that you joked a lot that it made tears run down your thighs. keys would always go red when you’d say that. he’d tell you to shush but his lips would twitch as though he was trying hard not to smile. he didn’t just treat you good but he was always so responsible. he wasn’t a manchild. you never had to baby him. you never had to remind him about an upcoming special event, he communicated so well that you began to wonder why you bothered wearing clothes around him.
you constantly had kurt talking nonsense. he couldn’t help it, it was like his tongue went numb as soon you were anywhere near him. he was in deep with you. he caught that l-o-v-e and he caught it bad. the butterflies in his stomach weren’t just fluttering around you—they were doing damn cartwheels when you were in the room. you couldn’t talk because you weren’t much better when it came to him. kurt made you forget about every ex you ever had. you had no chill about him, kurt had made you lost it. you’d find yourself wondering how on earth did he do this to you?
kurt kunkle would love omegle. he also learned how easy it was to break into the server to find and track your IP address. now he knows anytime you log in to the video chat site. he limits himself to running into you only once a week, though he craves more. but he doesn't want to scare you by making it too consistent. he acts surprised to see you each time you appear, blushing as you ask him how he's been since the last time you chatted.
you first conversation had been mostly innocent, but of course, you had to taunt him with a few heated questions. now it's just become a game to see how flustered kurt can get. each time you chat, you give him something more to look at. it started with a simple crop, then some scandalous pajama shorts. but now you were perched in a black sports bra and thong, watching kurt trying not to actively drool over your figure. you were quick to catch the way his hand dipped below the view of his setup, no doubt palming himself.
"what's wrong, kurtie? cat got your tongue?" you asked with a giggle.
kurt is probably the kind of person to get jealous of you bein sweet on ur pets while hes over lol like youre petting & kissing & baby talking your new kitten and its just not fairrrr hes literally right here you should be doing all that stuff w him instead
love notes: my beloved babygirl kurtie would be jealous of literally anything you gave more attention to, pouty little loser baby. BUT, i made it a boy kitten because that would def make him extra pouty
"Hey chat," your boyfriend says to his (maybe double digits but barely) followers on stream "My girlfriend and I got a kitten and it's so cute..."
He switches the camera to show you playing with the little furball, sitting crosslegged on the bedroom floor with the ball of fluff in your lap, attacking your fingers.
You're baby talking to the kitten, telling him how cute he is, how 'ferocious' he is when he bites your finger. Kurt films you for a bit, the chat asking questions about the cat.
He's answering lively but behinf the phone hes pouting. Hard.
You haven't even looked at him or the camera once. Just caught up in your new pet. He was there too, ya know? You could stand to pay attention to both boys...
"Who's a stinky little baby?" You ask, using you baby voice, kissing on the little fur baby you and Kurt picked out at the local shelter. "Jus'kiddin', you're a good baby boy."
That's when Kurt can't help it.
"Hey... that's the voice you use when you--" He stops himself, realizing he's about to divulge his praise kink live on stream. (They already know, look at him for fucks sake.)
You look up at Kurt then, letting the kitten roam around and get familiar with your space.
"Baby..." You say, trying to hold back a small laugh as you get up. "Are you pouting?"
The camera is still on you, so chat can't see his blushing jealous face. "N-no! That is a cat and I'm not going to be jealous of an animal. I'm not one of those... possesive boyfriends. You know that. I'm like, totally cool with you doing your own thing. I'm a feminist." His streamer voice comes out, talking more to chat than you.
You're putting your hands on his waist, nodding up at him like you only half believe him, still holding back that little giggle. It was cute when he got jealous. Honestly, it was cute when he did anything involving you.
"You're a good boy too Kurt. Don't worry."
You say it in the same voice you did to the kitten and his (now 12) viewers start spamming chat.
He has never ended a stream quicker, putting his phone down.
"I wasn't pouting." He protests, ducking to try and kiss you.
You lean your head back, avoiding his kiss. "No?"
Your eyebrow is raised and its clear to him now that he'll get more if he just fesses up. He looks over at the kitten, asleep on your desk chair now.
"Okay maybe a little..." Its a soft grumble, leading you to kiss his pouty bottom lip.
"Get on the bed, I'll pet your hair and call you nice names next. Jealous boy." You giggle, peppering his face with kisses.
He practically flings himself on the bed, pulling you with him to lay his head on your chest.
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ i'm taking asks/little blurb/headcanon requests only rn! ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
i am im love with your most recent fic, it was so good and so accurate but i have an idea and i think you'll love it.
you should flip the tables and watch fargo with steve- OR do the same thing but with kurt.
thank yew
deputy kunkle
pairing: kurt kunkle x reader
word count: 1k
han’s notes: first time writing for kurt kinda nervous. thank u for the request babe ilysm!!!! hope u enjoy!
fargo was one of those shows you’d started out of boredom. after spending entirely too long scrolling through streaming services looking for something to occupy yourself with while your boyfriend, kurt, played whatever video game he chose to livestream that night. you hadn’t expected to get sucked in.
each season was something new and you loved it. by the time a week had passed, you’d almost finished the entire series.
when you started the final season, you expected to like it just as much as any other season. unbeknownst to you, it would very quickly become your favorite thanks to a foul mouthed deputy with an attitude problem.
when gator tillman first appeared in your screen, you sat up a little straighter. he was annoying, but god was he pretty. you found yourself waiting, anticipating his next scenes, becoming bored without him on the screen.
it was one thing that he was attractive. but he was broken in a way where you just wanted to comfort him, despite the fact that he was a fictional character. there was just something about him.
around midway through your watch of season five, kurt had stumbled out of his game room and plopped down next to you on the couch.
“what are you watchin’?” he asks, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“fargo. kurt, you smell like cheetos.” you groan playfully, pressing a hand onto your boyfriend’s face and shoving it away lightly.
“yeah i ate some like, twenty minutes ago.” kurt pouts, wiping his hands onto his pants of any lingering cheese dust.
“what? the whole bag?”
“no. ‘course not.” kurt’s tone was unconvincing as he settles back next to you, reaching for your hand. “what’s fargo?”
“it’s like a crime show. kinda. every seasons different. corrupt shit. you might like it.” you tell him, looping your arm around his shoulders so he can settle into you the way he likes.
kurt’s about to make a comment when gator appears on the screen. you couldn’t help it, it was like a knee jerk reaction. your body squirms slightly and your mouth pulls up in a small smile. nothing overly obvious, but enough for kurt, who was already staring up at you, to catch.
he watches you for a second before shifting his gaze curiously to the tv then back to you. he watches as you watch the screen more closely than before as the man on the screen mouths off.
“who is he?” kurt’s voice is small, but you don’t notice. not immediately anyway.
“gator tillman. he’s the sheriff’s son. he’s awful but such a good character.”
kurt frowns then looks back at the tv. of course you would pick the hot bad guy of the show to be your favorite. the guy that was muscular and big and was a cop and was all rugged in an attractive way.
for the next ten minutes, kurt sat there spaced out, letting his insecurities fester. he was so lost in his pith party that he didn’t even realize the episode had ended and you’d turned off the tv.
“how was your stream, babe?” you ask, raking your fingers through his slightly greasy hair. you made a mental note to make sure he washed his hair tonight.
“huh? oh. it was fine.” kurt mumbles, looking down as he picks at his nails. unfortunately for kurt, you could read him like the back of your hand.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, pulling back enough to look at his face. kurt avoids your gaze as he shrugs.
“nothing, i’m fine.”
“baby.”
“hm?”
“kurt.”
he finally lifts his gaze, staring up at you with big puppy dog eyes and a pout on his lips. you stare at him for a moment, narrowing your eyes as you read him. then it clicks.
“wait, babe, are you jealous?” you ask, a smirk rising on your face. kurt’s eyes immediately widen as he shakes his head.
“what? no!” he exclaims immediately, voice cracking. it only makes you giggle.
“are you upset because i’m swooning over gator? a character on a tv show?”
kurt’s face burns bright red as he shakes his head. “w-what? no. don’t be ridiculous, babe.”
“kurt, it’s okay. you don’t have anything to worry about. i only have eyes for you.”
he lifts his head. “really?”
“yes, you dork. are you kidding? i love you, my handsome man.” you say, squishing his cheeks together between your fingers and thumb. kurt chuckles and bats your hand away.
“am i more handsome that gator?”
you pretend to think for a moment. “you know, you kinda look like him. but you’re more handsome.”
kurt blushes and looks away before you pull his face back to yours. you press a kiss to his lips before pulling back.
“besides, you’re a way better streamer than gator could ever be.”
kurt grins widely. “hell yeah i am.”
-
later, when you were lying in bed, kurt’s head lay resting on your chest. you combed through his clean hair that smelled like your shampoo, free on any grease or headphones indentations after his shower. kurt scrolled through his phone that rested against your stomach while you read a book.
“hey, babe. do you think i would get a lot of views if i did a cosplay stream?”
you hum, attention still on the pages of your book. “maybe. what are you thinking of cosplaying?”
kurt hums and gives a shrug against your side, gaze glued to his phone. when you notice his lack of real response, you tear your gaze away from your book after finishing your current paragraph.
when you look down, your eyes land on the screen of kurt’s phone. your lips curl into a smirk, holding back a laugh.
kurt was scrolling through an online shop looking at costumes. specifically, deputy costumes.
“hm, you’d look good in that.” you mention casually before turning back to your book. kurt’s head snaps up from your chest.
“you think so?”
“mhm. you should get it for a stream. who knows, maybe we can repurpose it for another occasion afterwards.”
let’s just say, the costume was added to his cart and bought immediately. he even paid extra for expedited shipping.
I dare you to test what you think is my limit, my line
I'll prove you wrong, and I'll cross it a million times
I don't think you understand, so let me tell you
Joe Keery Cinematic Universe x Reader
[Steve Harrington x Reader, Gator Tillman x Reader, Kurt Kunkle x Reader, Walter 'Keys' McKeys x Reader]
Description: Your boyfriend asked you one question: What would you do if he killed somebody. He definitely wasn't expecting your response
CW: Talk of murder, talk of dead bodies
Word Count: 1,993
Likes, Comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated :) 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Steve Harrington:
"Babe! Baby!" Steve called out as he frantically ran into the house. "Oh, my God. Oh my God." He runs a hand through his hair frantically.
"What? What's going on?" You ask, running out of the bathroom with one of his T-shirts half hazzardly covering you, hair still wet from your recent shower.
"It all happened so fast. I didn't even know what was happening."
"I thought it was nothing, that I could just walk away. No harm, no foul, y'know? But then he said your name, and then he brought Dustin, Will, Mike, El, all of the kids into it, and the next thing I know I'm running from a dead body."
That stopped you in your tracks. You quickly ran to close the front door. Your eyes met his as you stood in front of him.
"Did anyone see you? Or your car? Where did this happen?" Your questions were rapid fire. Giving Steve almost no time to think - just answer
"Even if anyone did see, we'll deal with that later. We need to call Hop. What's one of the code words we use when we're talking about the upside down?"
"Babe, babe, I-"
You toss him the phone. "You call Hop use one of the code words. I'll meet him at the place. There are a few portals still open, right?! We can hide the body there. A free meal for the demos, I guess?"
Steve gently shouted your name, finally getting your attention back on him. A look of shock, horror, and pride came over his face. His arms wrap around your waist.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to shout," he places an apologetic kiss to your forehead, "and I didn't mean to call you by your name. I just-"
He lets out a gasp of disbelief, followed by a chuckle
"I was just messing with you. Nothing happened. It was all a prank, a-a joke."
You pull away from the hug and shove his shoulder.
"You ass! Why would you even-?"
"It was just a joke. Robin and I were talking at work about you and Vicky, and we were wondering how you'd react if we accidentally y'know....killed someone."
"How is that what you and Robin were discussing, and why would you guys even decide to prank us like that?" You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow, a small pout on your lip.
"Because one of the movies we were watching. It was a slow day, " Steve shrugs
"We didn't. I just wanted to find out what you'd do. Plus, I figured I could brag about it to Robin tomorrow, just in case it's a slow day, y'know?"
You wrap a hand around his waist, your other hand running through his hair
"You're an idiot, Steve Harrington."
Gator Tillman:
The words left Gator's lips so casually, although considering his past, maybe it was. It was one of his days off, and you two cuddled on the couch watching some random movie just to kill time.
"If I killed somebody, you turnin me in?" His voice was rougher than he ever used with you (outside of the bedroom)
You moved so you were straddling his lap, the movie long forgotten
"Why? Did something happen, Gates?"
"No, no, was just wonderin."
"Oh, I see. Where's the body?"
"There's no body," he ran a hand through his hair
"Right, no body. But if there was, please, tell me you didn't bury it. Even in a farm town like this, freshly dug up dirt is obviously, don't know why I said that, you know."
The look on his face was a mix of confusion, suspicion, and offense
"'Cause you're a deputy."
"Right....."
"We need to find an abandoned farm or an abandoned house, actually, a foreclosed one would be better - less chance it'll be traced back to us. We need gloves, clothes we don't care about, an axe or something like that, gasoline, matches, and we need to bring a trash can."
Gator doesn't say anything, just keeps listening
"After all that, we'll sneak into a few pig farms, throw a few things in troughs. Pigs eat anything, and we NEVER speak about this conversation again." You pat his shoulders
"Holy..... Fucking..... Shit. Who the fuck am I.... Who is this person?!" He says, his arms pointing to you
You swallow nervously. "This was a test, huh?"
"No, not at all. I guess I was...... thinking out loud? But holy shit, that was unexpected. Remind me to never come home when I've really pissed you off."
"I'd never do that to you." A teasing smirk appears on your face. "Besides, cops always think the spouse did it, and considering we're married, that won't look good."
Gator wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you passionately. "Is it bad that I'm a little turned on?"
"Depends- you turned on by the thought of me killing somebody or how loyal I am?" You laugh
"Loyal. Definitely how loyal you are."
Kurt Kunkle (pre- The Lesson)
You let out a sigh of relief as you hear Kurt signing off from his gaming stream
"Finally privacy," You mumble, turning to the next page of your book
The computer screen darkens as the camera and lighting setups turn off, giving your eyes some much-needed relief
"Hey, babe?" Kurt turns around in his gaming chair to face you. His handheld camera was already on and filming.
"Yeah?" You ask, moving your book to cover your face.
"Babe, you gotta say it to the camera, not me, and don't hide behind the book the Kurties wanna see you." A small pout on his lips.
He always had two different vocal tones that gave him away. His content voice was a lot firmer and deeper, still cringe, but more tolerable on your ears versus the whiny and higher pitch tone while having an actual real conversation with you.
"Fine." You lower the book so the camera can catch your eyes. "Better?"
"The book - can you put the book down? They can't see you."
"Kurt, it's been a long day, and I just wanna relax. Do we have to film?"
"Yes - I mean, please. Just one quick video. I won't even post it tonight, I promise." He says, looking down at you with big brown puppy dog eyes
"One take and that's it. No reshoots, no scripts, nothing. One take, off the grid for the night, then we're taking a bubble bath."
"A bubble bath?" The look on his face matched his tone of disdain
"Mhmm or you can just make this video yourself."
"No, I - It's a couple -" He pulls one of his hoodie sleeves down to get out some of his frustration. "Fine."
You smirk and pick up the book again. Your posture is a little straighter to signal to Kurt that he could start filming again
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"Hey, babe?"
"Yeah?" You put the book down and smile up at him
"Uhm- What would.... Shit, no- What would you do if I killed somebody?"
"Did you kill somebody, Kurtie?" You look at him with your own puppy-eyed look
"N- No. No, I didn't. I'm just wondering. What would you do if I did?"
You pull away from him and nod, hands on your thighs to show you're thinking things through.
"How bad is it? Never mind, don't answer that. Let's just go for a ride, ok?" You reach for your keys. Kurt raises an eyebrow but follows you to your car. He stops the camera momentarily so no one can see your car or your license plate
"So what happened, babe? Did you actually kill someone? Cause if you did, I'll help you hide the body. No questions asked."
A flush creeps up his neck. "N - no, I didn't. I was just wondering what you'd do."
"Smart. We'll act like this is all a prank. We gotta make sure we delete this video, and it's never sees the light of day."
Kurt just nods his head, at a loss for words
"I have a few ways of getting rid of the body. Just depends on how they died. We also never talk about this night ever again, ok?"
He nods his head in agreement before opening his mouth. "Babe, I- I mean, I" he shakes his head, no getting your attention as he clears his throat "No, no baby, I didn't kill anybody, it was all just a harmless prank, see?" He gestures to his handheld camera
"Oh," You start turning the car around, heading back to your house. The video stalled until you got back home. You and Kurt didn't exchange words; you just drove in silence. Camera still rolling.
"Is it bad that I'm turned on?" Kurt asked, looking up at you with his big brown puppy eyes. The car is now parked in your driveway
"Turned on that I'd kill somebody with/for you or turned on about how loyal I am?" You ask
His cheeks flush pink, a deep blush appearing on his face
"Both," he whimpers, looking anywhere but you
"It's definitely weird." Your hands move to cup his face, making him look at you. "And very pathetic to be turned on by both. But it makes sense for you, my pathetic and weird boy."
Kurt whines. Your actions and words are only making the bulge in his jeans harder.
"Now turn off the camera and let's go have that bubble bath I was promised."
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The video quickly becomes one of his most viewed, which gained Kurt a few new followers and more interactions.
Your favorite comment had to be: The way this video went from us witnessing the next Bonnie and Clyde to a porno introduction
Walter 'Keys' McKeys:
Baby 🎮👓: Antwan is here, probably gonna be home late
My Love💙: Ok ☹️ I'll be waiting up for you
Baby 🎮👓: No, don't wait up
Baby 🎮👓: You need your sleep
My Love💙: I'm already having dinner without you. I'm not going to sleep without you
Baby 🎮👓: God, I hate Antwan 😤
"Special Delivery," You called out as you exited the elevator
Keys looks up from his screen, "I'm hallucinating. You're not actually here."
"And to think I brought you coffee and sweets." You pout
He stands up from his desk and rushes over to you, engulfing you in a hug
"How'd you get up here?"
"I have my ways." You wiggle your eyebrows playfully, holding up a key card. "I also had fresh donuts for the guards. All their favorites and between us, I think you're the only employee they like."
He tilts his head to the side, a gentle smile on his lips.
"Figured I'd keep you some company for a little while."
"Antwan's still up in his office. Probably looking out his window?"
You raise an eyebrow, "Why do you say window?"
"'Cause that's what all evil billionaires do, and I wanna push him out of the window. Thank God I have you here to talk me down."
"Or I could open a window. I'm just saying," You hold your hands up in the air
"Accidents happen. I'm sure security would wipe the tapes, edit the visitor logs, and if not, I'm sure you could."
"And you'd really help me murder your uncle?"
"Keys, baby." You turn off the computer screen to get his attention. "I'd murder anyone with you. I'd help you hide a body no questions asked."
"Well, that's alarming - very alarming hearing those words coming from your mouth, sweetheart, but I appreciate it." He places a kiss on your forehead, then your lips
"Besides, I'd inherit the company, so technically you'd be sleeping with the boss, or y'know, you could take over this company with me as my right hand."
He shakes his head with a soft laugh
"You really think we could get away with it?"
"Keys, with you and me, we can do anything."
"God, I love you." His lips meet yours in a heated kiss
Summary: An argument with Kurt got out of hand and leaves you wondering whether you should stay.
!!! Warnings: I refuse to tone Kurt down. So I will be writing about troubled relationships and mental struggles quite a bit in everything that has him tagged in it, if this subject triggers you, then please do not interact. If at any point I address these matters in a disrespectful tone or way, it would be because I am writing from someone else's POV. !!!
!!! Blood, manipulation, unhealthy attachment, y/n with questionable morals) !!!
Kurt ran a hand through his hair, his fingers burning, but that pain somehow helped push back all the noise in his head right now. He didn't know what to do. He really didn't know what to do this time, and it stressed him out to no end. He didn't see any nuance either. This would be the breaking point, he was sure of it.
He let out a repressed groan as his hand fell next to his side again, his pacing not letting up, as sometimes he went to circle the table, and sometimes he just stood restlessly in place. But every time he returned to the scene it looked worse... And worse. All this took place in just under 10 seconds, 10 seconds of you clasping your arm to your chest and reclining away from him, the distance between you two growing larger.
'Y/n, I don't know...' He brought his hand up again, this time pressing it against the side of his face, more thoughts crossing his mind right now than he could handle. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to yell at you, he wanted to forbid you to get any further away from him, he wanted to make you stay more than anything else. The panic flooding in seemed to make the latter the more pressing matter, so he finally closed to the distance and grabbed your wrist. Knowing full well he had no right to move in on you like this right now.
'Kurt...' The fear in your voice was apparent but he forced his fingers under yours anyway, making you let go of your arm and grabbing onto it himself instead. He had a hard time estimating his strength right now, but he squeezed down, the warmth pushing back against him a different kind of sensation.
'I need space, I can't talk to you right now.' More importantly, you wanted to get out of the house, just... to see someone who could help. But that hurt, it hurt to hear you say that, but he also understood it. Talking wouldn't fix anything, nothing could fix this, which was exactly why he couldn't let you leave right now. Cuz this had been his last chance.
'I won't let you.' He replied with an urgent look in his eyes, pulling on your arm, which only resulted in you letting out a scared little sound. You usually tried to handle it, you tried to hide it, but you really couldn't stop the tears spilling from your eyes this time. You knew it would only upset him more, which in turn could be bad news for you, but this time around... It did feel like he hit something deeper inside of you. You just needed a moment, to think... To get out... You were scared, you wanted to run away... But you only jumped when the sound of heavy metal hitting the carpet reached your ears. He'd dropped the knife... You let out a shaky stupid breath of relief, feeling yourself waver. You shivered, like it was freezing cold in the room and finally convinced yourself to look up at him again. It was nothing. This much, was absolutely nothing in light of what he'd done. But dropping the knife was 1 thing. 1 tiny thing that let you know that Kurt was in there, and that he too was desperately looking for help.
'It's alot... Shit, no. They'll take you away from me. You're gonna leave me.' He saw you put your foot on the knife and shove it under the couch. He didn't quite get why you did that, but he also didn't linger on it for too long. He needed you to do your thing now, the thing you did where you found a way to make things right again. His eyes scanned your face, he was panting and he kept going from looking desperately concerned about you to having this... semi-emotionless look in his eyes. As if he was walking a thin line right now. Your blood at this point covered most of his hand, trickling down both your arms and hitting the carpet beneath you. You knew that going to the ER now was practically impossible, it would send Kurt into a full panic attack. And that could possibly be dangerous for you both.
'Kurt... I need to call-' 'No, no other people.' Just as you thought... But this needed to be seen to, the pain gradually building over time, he was pressing down on it hard though. It was difficult, and you were also crying, but you willed yourself to step a bit closer.
'S-sweety, why-' He didn't let you finish that sentence, the fact that you willingly came closer triggering something inside of him. Like a spark of hope. Like there was still a chance.
'Put pressure, don't let go. Just like you taught me.' He scanned your eyes, wanting approval. You had taught him a million times what to do in cases of emergencies, cuz he had a tendency to get into trouble himself. But being positive about it was so so hard for you right now, when you were so scared, and starting to feel lightheaded from the shock, or maybe the bloodloss as well. Still, it was Kurt, and he was trying to talk, in his own way. So you needed to come out and meet him halfway. At least, if you wanted to de-escalate the situation and actually get yourself seen to.
'G-good.' You really couldn't bring yourself to say more, it wasn't like you were lying, but you just had no more kindness to give than that one word. Being close to him and even talking to him made you feel unwell enough right now.
'Kurt... I need you to drive.' You started with something easy, something he knew. Something that wouldn't feel like a threat to him. Driving was a good word, it usually brought forth compliance in him. And it did right now as well as his heart made a little jump. Driving he could do for you, no problem.
'I need you to get your carkeys, and drive... Sweety.' You didn't say anything else after that. Cuz words such as ER and doctors would only set him off again. You were still shaking, but if only you could get him to move... Get him to do something, it was more likely to get him out of his panic. Still, Kurt was greedy, you could clearly see the sweat on his forehead as he leaned in and lingered a few inches away from your face. Everything inside of you told you to back off, but you held your breath, willing yourself to stay.
'I'll get the car...' He pressed his lips, which felt too warm and overwhelming in this moment, against yours shortly, before nodding and scanning your eyes for any sign of rejection or betrayal. He didn't find any... Which baffled him, it really threw him for a loop.
'Quickly.' You urged him, as he finally let go and hurried out the room. Your hand was back on your wrist as soon as he let go, the sea of red on your skin, shirt and carpet alarming. And you finally allowed yourself to really cry, sobbing for a good minute as you kneeled down and just kept the pressure on the wound. Your body reacted instantly as well. Everything you'd been holding back for his sake, for your own sake... just came rushing out right now. Shaking, crying, all the pain, and the fear... The sound of a carhorn out the frontdoor reminded you that this wasn't over just yet though. You weren't sure how this day was going to progress. But two things you knew for sure. Parting ways with Kurt for now was out of the question, and you needed to get this cut stitched. So you mentally prepared yourself to get in that car with him, to face him again... To trust him to actually take you where you needed to go... Hating how it twisted something deep inside of you, realising just how afraid you were to leave the house... To put this matter in his hands once again. Letting out a frustrated sigh you grabbed a bathtowel from the dinner table and used that to stop the bleeding isntead. Wiping your uninjured arm uselessly against your tears.
And still you walked right out that door, and up to his all too familiar car. Even when you just had every opportunity... and could've taken the chance to just walk out the backdoor instead and never face him again. Kurt tensed up slightly at the sight of you, he'd turned on the heating to make sure you'd at least be comfortable and warm on the road there. Where exactly he was going to take you... He hadn't really thought about.
I’d let Kurt Kunkle put his mouth on my boobs because I know for a fact that’s one of the first things on his bucket list
this post is 18+, minors dni.
he doesn't even know what to do with em at first. he's seen his fair share of porn, he's addicted to the stuff, but the moment your bra comes off he's braindead. your nipples aren't hard, but they easily stiffen in the exposed air, and you tweak em a bit to get em going, too. and he just watches you rub your tits, pinching and stroking at your nipples until they're hard for him. he's watching with his lips ever-so-slightly parted, totally dumbfounded.
you talk to him, you call his name, probably giggle when there's no response, but the sound of a fucking explosion couldn't tear his eyes away from your tits. when he finally gets back to his senses enough to reach out and touch them he just ghosts his fingers ever-so-softly against them, shivering the same as you do when he brushes a finger over your nipple. it's ticklish, sensitive, and you jerk slightly in place, a wayward giggle falling from your lips that's part moan.
the only time he looks away from your tits is to glance up at you for permission to put his face all over them, like that's not exactly why you took your top off in the first place. you nod, and he leans forwards, letting his parted lips just brush over your skin. he doesn't suck on them right away, doesn't go right in with his tongue out, he just moves his mouth over them, completely frozen. it's only when your nipple breaches his parted lips and slips into his mouth that he finally takes initiative, and he'll never admit it but he totally whimpers the first time he wraps his chapped lips around your perky little nipple.
once the tongue is out it doesn't go back in. he's sloppy with it, dragging it haphazardly and randomly over your skin, leaving shiny trails of hot saliva in its wake. he pays special attention to your underboob 'cause it's warm and sweaty and smelly and he's nasty like that, wants to drink it right out of your skin. probably spends an embarrassing amount of time just burying his nose beneath your tits and inhaling. you think he might suck the skin right off of you with the way he's breathing you in.
really, all you have to do is sit back and enjoy the ride. he does like it when you smash them together around his head to suffocate him. maybe push 'em together a little bit so he can fuck them as a treat. and stick your tongue out so he can aim for it with his tip. as an extra treat.
