The loudest noises in the car weren't your moans or the way Kurt breathed in your ears; no, it was the skin slapping against skin—your ass slamming down Kurt's thighs as his hands pulled you down by the hips to bury his cock inside your soaked, dripping cunt. Your juices leaked to his balls, making them sticky against the back of your thighs with each new thrusts.
Tears rolled down your cheeks when his bulbous tip hit your gummy walls again and again, overstimulating your nerves and g-spot. Your hands tightened their grip onto the two front seat, drool trickling down from your chin and down to the fabric of your bra. Kurt grunted, "F-Fuck... Your pussy is squeezing me so tight. Such a good... pussy. Can I say something like that?" He gasped, face lifting to look at your cockdrunk face.
You slapped one of the front seats. "Yes, God, yes! Just keep fucking me, Kurt." You cried and he gave you a harder thrust, almost sending you toward the console of the car. Only then, one of his hands caressed its way to your spine, fingers brushing the skin just to end up tugging on your hair, pulling your head back.
A gasp escaped your mouth; your eyes wide and teary from all the previous orgasms he had given you.
"Look, fuck... Look at the camera mama. Let all your viewers see how much you like my cock. You creaming all over it, right now," he said, his chin resting on your shoulder, face fronting the phone that was currently recording the whole thing. "People on onlyfan are going to like that, right?" He whined, his hips picking up the pace, his fat cock stretching your dripping pussy more and more.
His hand tugged again onto your hair; letting you view yourself in the screen. all drooling, crying, making a mess on his cock.
He groaned in your ear when your walls clenched around his length, your juices making it all slippery.
You gulped, muscles cramped as you came, your come soaking his thighs, balls and the leather of the car seats once more—but Kurt didn't stop, even after that. His hand fell down to your hip to grip it and he buried himself harder inside you, cursing and whining your name. You squirmed; your pussy too sensitive to take it, all soaking down to his balls.
"Ah—ah! Fuck, m'coming! Mama, I'm coming. Going to fill that little pussy up, yeah?" Kurt said before he buried himself all the way in, hips jerking when he came; filling your cunt with his warm cum. Your thighs shook, your back melting against his torso, his semen slowly dripping out of your sloppy hole. You both stopped moving before Kurt looked up at the phone and his hands suddenly grabbed the back of your thighs to lift them up.
His cock slipped out and you whined at the emptiness; your pussy clenching around air. Kurt took adavantage of the new position to slip a hand down to your mess.
"My cum's dripping out... That won't do, nah." He said before gathering a glop of his semen with two fingers and pushed it back inside your cunt, making you gulp in surprise. He pushed his digits deep inside, curling them against your gummy walls and thrusted them in and out of your used hole before pulling out.
"There mama, all filled up. That's better, yeah? Bet I'll become a super-star with that one."
Kurt couldn't look straight at the recording camera even if he wanted to; the embarrassment he felt was making his stomach heat up and his cock twitch around your soft hand. His face was red but the pleasure he felt was making everything else disappear. After all, this video could make him famous, so who was he to refuse you? Especially when you jerked him off so good.
“That's it, good boy, just relax.” He heard you say close to his face, your breath hitting his already warm cheek. Your hand was wrapped all around his fat cock, slowly pumping it up and down. His slit was already slick with pre-cum, making the pink tip glisten prettily. Kurt whined quietly at the torturous pace of your hand. His own hands moved to grab the sides of the driver seat, knuckles white.
Your thumb rolled over a vein and up to his tip, smearing the pre-cum around, letting a hiss escape from Kurt's mouth. His eyes became half-lidded before he looked your way. “Please, I need more...” His hips thrusted up to search for more friction, his lips parted to moan your name. Your hand squeezed his cock, dragging back down to his base. “Please? You need more, uh?” You couldn't help but mock him.
Your body leaned over the console and toward his hard cock just so you could spit onto it. The glob of saliva hit his bulbous tip, before slowly running all the way to his balls. You moved your thumb to rub the substance around before suddenly pumping him again; faster than before, down to his base and all up to the head of his cock. The curly hair above his shaft tickled your hand as you did so. “That's better, uh? It feels good, I bet. Look at yourself, Kurt.”
His whines echoed through the parked car, his eyes slowly turning to the camera still recording; the view was perverted, and it made him blush even more. The pleasure was slowly driving him crazy and he rolled his hips toward your hand. You twisted your grip around his cock, thumb rubbing at the tip until Kurt was squirming onto his seat. His forehead was sweaty, hair sticking to the skin and you swore he was close to crying out. “M'fuck, feels so good, I can't...” He moaned.
Your second hand moved and you pressed your palm against his sticky tip, rubbing it furiously while still pumping Kurt's cock. He gasped at the friction, his eyes wide as he looked down at what you were doing. “Come on, Kurt, you can take it. Right?” You mocked again and he only nodded his head to answer you. You smeared the pre-cum that was welling up off his slit, making his tip slick.
The grip you had around his shaft tightened once more, dragging the skin of his cock up and down while jerking off with a fast pace. Kurt looked like he was about to come in your hands, his eyebrows furrowed by the pleasure he felt. “That's a good boy. You wanna come, I bet.” You said quietly and he turned his head to look at you. “Wanna come so bad, please.” His hips thrusted up to meet both your hands.
You rolled and twisted your palm around his sticky tip with a harder pace, knowing the friction there was what he preferred the most. You got a loud moan in reply before speaking up. “That's it, Kurt, come for me now.” Those words were accompanied by your thumb now rubbing at the slit of his cock; all his pre-cum forming a glob that you smeared around. You saw Kurt's hands grip at the seat harder, his thighs shaking from the pleasure.
Suddenly, and without any warning, his cock twitched in your hand and he cried out, his body lurching over as he came. Hot and creamy white globs of cum flowed to the steering wheel, to his thighs but mostly into your hands. You chuckled at his whines, watching as he was breathing fast. “Good boy, just like that. Coming so much, uh?” He hummed as you watched his semen stick to your fingers, before bringing them to your mouth. It was salty, a bit too slimy for your liking but you moaned around your own digits.
You licked them clean as Kurt stopped the recording of your phone. “How many followers am I going to get for that?” He asked, brushing his hair away from his forehead and looking at you. His cheeks were still so red. “That's all you're thinking about? Weirdo.” You replied to him, licking your thumb, tasting his pre-cum and semen together.
MIKAAAA congrats on 3k!!! thats 3 THOUSAND PEOPLE holy moly i cant even imagine that and u deserve all of it <33 would love some headcanons of being in a steady relationship with kurt kunkle
3000 CELEBRATION POST ﹏
charlie, my love!!! thank you so much for requesting about kurt oh my god!! i miss my boy. also, thank you for following me and being so supportive! go go, baby daddy!
being with kurt means existing halfway between something almost sweet and something that never quite sits right. he really wants to be a good partner. he googles “how to be a better boyfriend” at 2 a.m., watches videos about communication, takes mental notes.
compliments from you mean everything to him. you tell him he did a good job? he replays that for days. you laugh at his joke? he’ll try to recreate that exact tone, that exact timing, hoping to get the same reaction again.
kurt is weirdly attentive in small ways. he remembers how you take your coffee, what songs you don’t skip, what foods you push around your plate but don’t finish. he’ll start adjusting things quietly—bringing you something you like without asking, changing the music before you even realize you’re annoyed.
kurt adores quiet moments with you, though. those are the times he seems the most real. sitting in the car at night, engine off, city lights reflecting in the windshield. no cameras, no performance. just you and him. his voice softer, more uncertain. “you like… being here with me, right?” and if you say yes, he exhales like he’s been holding that question in all day.
physical affection is hesitant at first. he’s not naturally confident with it, like he’s unsure what’s allowed. but once he learns your boundaries, he sticks to them almost perfectly. sitting close, brushing his hand against yours, resting his head against your shoulder in a way that feels surprisingly gentle. like he’s afraid of doing it wrong.
its kurt kunkles bday todayyy how would we celebrate with him? <3
♡ kurt kunkle / gn!reader ﹏ for his birthday! blurb.
it starts small, because kurt always starts small. a quiet notification on your phone at midnight, just a soft buzz against your palm as you lie next to him. you’re still half asleep when you see it, the date, the little reminder you set weeks ago. his birthday. he doesn’t mention it, not even when he shifts beside you, not even when you turn to look at him in the dim light. kurt never thinks he’s worth that kind of attention, like celebrating him would be asking too much from the world.
so you make it gentle.
you press a kiss to his shoulder first, then another, slow enough that he stirs awake, mumbling something under his breath. when he blinks at you, confused and soft and a little wary, you whisper it. “happy birthday, kurt.” just that. no big reveal, no loud excitement but just his name sits between you like something fragile.
for a second he just stares, like he doesn’t know what to do with it, like no one’s ever handed him something so careful before.
he shrugs it off at first, of course. says it’s just another day, nothing special, nothing worth making a fuss over. but you can see it in the way he lingers closer to you, in the way his hand finds yours under the sheets and stays there, thumb brushing over your knuckles like he needs to make sure you’re real.
the rest of the day unfolds in these quiet, almost secret ways. you make him breakfast, nothing fancy, just something warm that fills the kitchen with a soft kind of comfort. he hovers nearby, pretending he’s just getting water or checking his phone—but really he’s watching you. you catch him doing it, smile at him, and he looks away too fast, ears going a little red.
later, you convince him to go out, just for a bit. not somewhere crowded, not somewhere overwhelming. maybe a small thrift shop he likes, or a corner store where the cashier barely looks up. you let him pick things out, even if it’s just cheap little objects he doesn’t need. when you insist on paying, he hesitates, that familiar tension creeping in, but you just squeeze his hand and say it’s your gift and eventually he lets you.
by the time evening settles in, he’s quieter than usual, but it’s a different kind of quiet and softer. you bring out the smallest cake you could find, something almost silly in its simplicity, with a single candle pressed into the middle. he actually laughs, a short, surprised sound that feels rare and precious.
you make him sit down anyway, tell him he has to make a wish and he rolls his eyes, says that’s stupid, but he does it. closes his eyes for just a second before blowing the candle out. you don’t ask what he wished for but you think you might already know.
when you hand him the first slice, your fingers brush, and he doesn’t pull away this time. instead, he leans in, presses his forehead against yours, lingering there like he’s afraid the moment will disappear if he moves too fast. “you didn’t have to do all this,” he murmurs, voice low, almost unsure.
you smile, soft and steady. “i wanted to.”
and for once, kurt doesn’t argue. he just stays there with you, in the quiet glow of a day that was never supposed to matter, letting himself be someone worth celebrating, even if it’s only because you see him that way.
thank you charlie for sending this!! really wanted to write a little something instead of just replying <333 reblog is a creator's best-friend, thank you!!
