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."
you’re straddling his lap, one leg on either side of his thighs. kurt’s lying on his back in your bed, his head against the pillows.
you push kurt’s damp hair from his eyes with one hand and he narrows them at you a moment later, brows scrunching as he looked up at you.
“babe, what are you doing?” he asks with an awkward chuckle as your other hand cups his cheek. he pulls away with a frown as you pinch his cheek. “ow, what the fuck?”
“shh, kurtie, you’re just so cute.” you mumble, bringing both palms to his cheeks and squishing his face together. kurt just stares up at you in confusion. “cutie baby.”
“stop.” kurt protests with another awkward chuckle, attempting to pull away, but he freezes the moment you lean forward and your lips ghost his. “babe…”
when your lips meet his in a kiss, he stops completely. his arms go slack by his side, his body relaxing into the kiss that breaks apart a moment later.
“i love you, kurt.” you whisper, and smile at the way his cheeks flush.
“that’s– yeah, yeah, that’s cool. i mean, like, i love you, too.” he bites his bottom lip as he smiles back, and you lean in again, but this time you don’t kiss his lips.
first you kiss one cheek, then you kiss it again, then his other cheek. then you kiss his forehead, his chin, his nose, just his entire face over and over again.
kurt squirms on the bed, wriggling between your hands, his face bright red as you peck the corner of his mouth, then his cheek again.
“my baby.” you mumble as you kiss his jaw, and kurt inhales sharply. “i love you so much, you’re so cute.”
you praise him softly between kisses, littering his face and neck, whispering into his ear, still cupping his cheeks in your hands. the more you do so, the more flustered kurt seems to get, squirming beneath you.
as your mouth moves down his neck, nipping and sucking at his mole-covered skin, kurt whimpers gently.
“ba– babe.” he chuckles as you let go of his face and let your hands trail down to his bare chest. your lips are on his cheeks once more.
“baby boy.” you pout, dragging your hands up through his chest hair to grab his cheeks again. you kiss him again, this time on his mouth again, deeper than before. “i love you.”
when you pull back, hovering above him, you watch the way kurt’s eyes darken. your lip tugs up into a smile, and kurt’s arms circle around your back.
you let out a surprised shriek as he grabs a hold on you and flips you onto your back, pinning you down onto your bed.
“kurt!” you giggle, and you’re cut off by his lips meeting yours.
“shh.” he murmurs against your mouth, then kisses you deeper. “want you.”
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a/n: idk i just wanna kiss his stupid face all over. i was watching spree while writing this and ngl i can’t write kurt’s character for shit whatever idgaf kill me
CW: Non-Con, Stalking, Drugged Sex (Aphrodisiacs), Oral, Car Sex, Squirting, Degrading, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Creampie, Kidnapping
📝 1,213 Words
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"Thanks for picking me up again…uh-" You pause, noticing that your driver’s wearing the same shirt you were wearing last time he drove you.
"It’s Kurt, you know, KurtsWorld96? I drove you la- last week?" He looks at you offendedly.
"No- I- ugh…I just- I have the same shirt."
"Oh yeah, I know." He smiles. You give him a weird creeped out look but don’t press him further. You don’t wanna know. Kurt grabs a reusable water bottle that was in the cup holder and hands it to you, eyes still on the road. "You mus- must be thirsty, have some water."
"I dunno…" You look at the bottle suspiciously. It wasn’t see through so you couldn’t tell if it was really water in there.
"C'mon. Jus- just drink it, o- okay?" Kurt tries to stop himself from losing his temper.
"…Okay." You shrug. It’s not like you had much to live for anyway. You take a big sip of the water, weirdly enough you were kinda interested to see what would happen. The last thing you remember before blacking is Kurt’s weird smile in the mirror.
You finally come to, you shut your eyes tightly as a bright white light overloads your senses. You're so delirious you could barely hear anything either. The only thing you could make out was Kurt saying, "Fuck, marry, or kill?"
You couldn’t even process what he said, you’re completely out of your mind. You’re still in the backseat of his car but your arms are tied behind your back. You don’t even try to move, you’re too fucked up to do anything.
"Fu- fuck?" Kurt blushes. "Really guys?" He looks at the results of his poll.
Someone donates a dollar, the text to speech reads the message aloud. "Don’t act like you didn’t want fuck to win."
Kurt bites his lip. "Well…obviously…" Kurt fumbles with the waistband of your sweats.
A quiet involuntary groan escapes your lips as he finally makes it to your underwear, hand lightly tracing your dick. "You like that?" Kurt laughs creepily. "Should I suck them off, guys?" He looks at the chat, the answer is unanimous. Everyone wanted to see him give you a blowjob.
"Wonder how big your dick is…" He kneels down on the floor and pulls your underwear down excitedly. Your half hard cock flops out, making Kurt moan softly.
He grips your dick, licking it up like it's ice cream. He sucks lightly on your tip, drinking up your pre cum.
"Mm.." You look down at him, bucking your hips up. Kurt's eyes widen, the drug was an aphrodisiac but you should be too weak to do anything. Kurt tries his best not to throw up as your cock continuously attacks the back of his throat. "Fuck.."
The tips of his ears redden from the sounds of your groans. He's always loved your voice and smell. When he stole some of your clothes, he recorded you talking and used it and your clothes to get off. The stream saw the whole thing, from the break in to the heavy breaths he let out after his orgasm.
All his viewers wanted to see him get his brains fucked out, some even wanted to do it themselves.
"Yes—" You roll your head back, your movements jittering as you come. Kurt swallows everything he can before pulling away.
He turns to the chat. "Wha- what next?" His voice is hoarse.
The chat is unanimous, everyone wants you to fuck him.
Kurt bites his lip and turns back to you, his blush illuminated by the LEDs draped around his car. He takes his pants off and gets onto the seats, leaning against the door. He spreads his legs apart, showing you and one of the various cameras how soaked he is while wearing what is no doubt a stolen pair of your underwear.
You watch hazily as he pulls the boxers off, spreading his folds apart before pushing two fingers in. He shivers under your gaze, putting a show on for you.
Your length springs back to life as you practically drool over him. He keeps his eyes locked on your face while yours are focused on his dripping cunt.
He slowly pulls his fingers out then crawls over to you. With his back facing you, Kurt lowers himself down onto your cock. He moans like a whore as you fill him up, he's been waiting for this.
You wiggle out of your restraints, which were lazily tied together, and grip his waist tightly. He wraps his arms around the headrest and looks back at you, a dark and lustful look on your face that makes him tremble.
You're out of your mind right now and all you can think about is how good Kurt feels around you. You buck your hips up into him while bringing his body down to meet your thrusts.
Kurt bites his lip and grins, if it weren't for the fact that he parked in the middle of nowhere, everyone would be able to hear his slutty moans. He glances over to his phone, his stream has over 50k viewers now.
He makes a peace sign and widens his grin, his pose starts to falter when your cock rams against his g-spot. "Ooh- fuck~!"
Your movements however, never falter, even when he squirts all over the seat and car floor. Kurt didn't understand how powerful the drug was until now. Even despite how cramped it is, you're still fucking him so damn roughly.
"Shit- shit-" He hugs the headrest tightly, drool dripping down onto the seat. "Holy sh- shit~"
The chat is flooded with degrading words, slut shaming Kurt and calling him names like whore and slut. He turns back to you, wanting to hear those words come out of your mouth.
"Da- daddy~!" He moans, hoping to provoke something out of you.
You groan, somehow slamming into him harder. "Mmh-" You spank him.
He gasps, his eyes shooting wide open. "Fuck!" Kurt grins. "Again- fuck— spa- spank me- again!"
You spank him again. "slutty little bitch.." You mumble.
"Aah~! Yes- 'm a slutty bitch, daddy–" Kurt bites his lip and causes it to bleed, coming once again.
You dig your nails into his hips before coming, filling him with your load. It's so much that Kurt's convinced you've been abstaining.
Kurt looks at his phone with hazy vision, seeing '100k viewers'. "Tha- thanks you guys." He makes a goofy smile, his hand shaking as he makes a peace sign.
You pull out of him and sit down, coming back down to earth. You hear Kurt talking in the background while you're trying to put all the pieces of your memory together, trying to make sense of it all.
Kurt turns off the stream and grabs his (your) underwear, pulling it up to save whatever cum hasn't fallen out of him and climbs into the driver's seat. "I'll take you home now."
You make a noise in response and lean into the car seat, drifting off to sleep.
You wake up half an hour later and look around. "This...where are we going?"
Kurt laughs. "Home."
"This isn't where my house is.."
"Oh no, I meant my home. We're going to my house."
If you still do requests I would like a smut one with Kurt! One where Kurt and the reader get touchy with each other and all riled up while Kurt is driving a passenger. And as soon as he drops the person off, he fucks the reader in his car
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— kurt kunkle x f!reader
warnings; unprotected sex, degradation, reckless driving lol, slapping, kurt kunkle
a/n; FINALLY my first kurt fic! the chokehold he has on me— sorry it took so long to get to your request, i’m just now finally starting to get back into the groove of writing so i hope this makes up for it!
word count; 2.4k
“kurt,” she purred, leaning over the center console, her face mere inches away from his. she watched as his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, tightening his grip on the steering wheel whilst he took a left turn. “you look cute in a bucket hat. you should wear one more often.”
kurt didn’t dare look her way, instead choosing to glance at the camera attached to his window, cocking an eyebrow at the flood of comments coming through. he glanced back down to his gps, glimpsing at the passenger in the back seat through the rear view mirror. “got plans tonight?” kurt ignored her to ask the man in the backseat, and she slumped down in her seat, narrowing her eyes over at her boyfriend as the man behind her replied.
she couldn’t have cared any less.
“where’d you get this shirt?” she questioned, pinching the sleeves of his long sleeve. “i’ve never seen it before. you look sexy,” she purred, giving his bicep a squeeze. kurt swallowed again, once again glancing over to the comments of his live stream.
“i have cameras set up, by the way,” kurt blurted, looking over his shoulder at the passenger and gesturing to the cameras. the man nodded, “i noticed.”
“yeah. it’s for safety. yours and mine.”
“right. cool. got it.”
she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she spared a glimpse over to the gps. five more minutes left until she and kurt would finally be alone.
“kurt,” she purred again. “i missed you, didn’t you miss me?“ she watched his jaw tense, the corner of her lip tugging up into a smirk. “couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. were you thinking about me too, kurt?”
“stop it,” he murmured beneath his breath in warning, sparing a brief glance. she pursed her lips, “stop what, huh?” she eyed the way his jaw tensed and the ball in his throat bobbed when he swallowed yet again, white-knuckling the steering wheel. “is everything alright, kurtie? you look a little… tense.”
“stop it,” he warned again, murky brown irises narrowing in warning. she squirmed in her seat beneath his gaze before he tore it away, glimpsing at the camera beside his head. “what’s wrong, kurt? do i make you nervous?”
kurt furrowed his brows and glared back over to her, slamming on the brake just before the stop sign. the passenger in the back surged forward, thrusting his head into the back of her head rest.
“what the fuck!” the man shouted, and she cocked an eyebrow, turning to face the stranger in the backseat. “fuck this. last time i use this goddamn spree app,” he grumbled, tugging at the door handle. “hey, let me the fuck outta here!”
kurt pursed his lips together as his fingers fumbled to unlock the car, jaw clenched, eyes dark— he looked nefarious. the man pushed his way out of the car before slamming it, trudging his way onto the sidewalk to walk the remainder of the way to his destination, but not without making a show of giving kurt his one star review.
she blinked.
kurt only sighed as he put the car back into drive and slammed his foot down onto the pedal, making the car lurch forward, nearly hitting another car in the intersection. “kurt,” she tried to stifle her snickering. “are you mad at me?”
silence.
“aww, kurt, i didn’t mean to scare your passenger away,” she pouted, leaning back over the center console to drape an arm around his, batting her eyelashes up at him. “you know that, right?”
silence.
she clenched her jaw— she hated being ignored, and he knew it. she tugged at his bicep, her fingers trailing down his arm until they met his as they rested on the gear shift, caressing the back of his soft hand. “kurt, are you actually—“
“god, will you just shut the fuck up for once?”
oh. so he really was mad.
her body tensed at the realization and she cowered away from him, nestling herself back into her seat as kurt approached a stoplight, not even caring to stop for the red light. she gasped as they sped through the intersection, just barely avoiding an accident and she twisted in her seat to glimpse back at the honking car behind them, watching it slowly grow smaller and smaller in the distance. “fuck, kurt, you can’t do shit like that!” she scolded, sliding back down into her seat and narrowing her eyes over at him. she eyed the way a shadow casted over his face when he turned, his gaze darker and mischievous as ever.
“i’m sorry, did i scare you?” he mocked. “are you mad at me?”
she crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her position in her seat, and suddenly, she felt smaller than ever, heat pooling at her cheeks and engulfing her into flame. “i got a one star review because of you,” he continued. “because you can’t stand not having your stupid pussy filled for two seconds.”
she felt herself shrivel further into her seat, and she suddenly had a fascination with the passing lights outside her window. the moon in the sky snickered down at her, its lips curled up into a crescent as kurt swerved the car to the right, driving them further into the trees, deeper into the night. “where are we going?” she managed to ask, although she winced at how pathetic and weak her voice sounded.
kurt rolled his eyes, “what? you came here to be a whore, didn’t you?” the lump in her throat bobbed when she swallowed, and she snapped her head towards him as the car came to an abrupt stop. he fumbled around for the remote to the lights in his car, the purple morphing into a deep red.
what a tease.
“i’m just giving you what you wanted,” kurt murmured softly, reaching out to caress her cheek, the pad of his thumb soothing over the high of her cheekbone. she blinked, but found herself leaning into his touch, her lips quivering when his skin ran over them. the tenderness was all but fleeting, however, for in the next moment, he gripped her chin, his fingernails burrowing into her cheek as he tugged her face forward, his hot breath fanning over her skin. “to be fucked like a whore, in front of everyone.”
she watched as kurt turned towards the camera in his windshield, flashing his signature cheeky grin as he held out a peace sign with his free hand. she furrowed her brows as she desperately tried to catch a glimpse at the camera, mortified by the way the idea of being watched by who knows how many people only added fuel to the fire of her arousal. “don’t forget to hashtag the lesson,” kurt announced to the camera before his attention was back on her, his gaze suddenly dark again. “now get your ass in the backseat and strip.”
he ripped his hand away from her face, smirking at the tears that had since brimmed her eyes, mocking his pity. “poor baby, did that hurt?” he pouted. “we’ve hardly scratched the surface, are you sure you’re gonna be able to take it?” she’d never ever felt so pathetic as she frantically nodded, turning to grip onto the back of her seat, crawling into the backseat as he watched. she flipped back over to face him, suddenly aware of just how many cameras kurt had set up in his car— and she hated the way she could feel her clit throb between her legs.
“go on, give us a show,” kurt’s lips curved into a mocking smile as she toyed with the hem of her t-shirt. she gulped as she— slowly— pulled it up over her head, shivering when the car’s air hit her skin. her eyes locked with kurt’s when she reached behind her for the clasps of her bra, and he raised his eyebrows at her, urging her to go on. she flushed as she unhooked the clasps and guided the straps down her arms, letting the lace fall to the floorboard, glancing back up to kurt, suddenly conscious of the fact that she didn’t know just how many people were watching her expose herself on camera.
“i thought i told you to strip?” kurt tilted his head in question. “come on, don’t leave us hanging. take off the rest.”
“kurt—“ she whimpered.
“do. it.”
she squeezed her thighs together at the sound of his voice so low and raspy, no longer feeling apprehensive as long as he looked at her like that. she lifted up her hips as she tugged her pants down her legs, her panties soon joining the mess of clothes on the floor of his car. the corner of kurt’s lips tugged up into a smirk as he climbed his way to the back, his palm soothing just above her clit, his irises searing her skin with heat. “look at you. so wet for me, huh?” he cooed, his middle and forefinger teasing up and down her slit, coating his digits with her slick. “such a slut, got all wet for the camera and everything.”
her teeth sunk into the flesh of her bottom lip and her eyelids fluttered closed at his touch, already feeling lightheaded. soft mewls slipped past her lips as he teased at her pearl, smiling down at her pathetic state.
“stupid, filthy slut.”
smack.
her body jolted and her eyelids snapped shut at the sting on her cunt, her thighs instinctively squeezing his hand where it gripped her mound. with his other hand, he pried her legs back apart, his palm slapping back down onto her pussy, leaving a bittersweet ache in its wake. “you’re like a damn dog in heat, so horny that you couldn’t even wait five minutes for me to drop off a passenger,” he sucked air between his teeth with a tsk as he gave her cunt a couple of more swift smacks. “such a dirty, little whore.”
he hadn’t given her so much as a warning before he buried two fingers into her sex, and she moaned as she throbbed around his digits, writhing as she adjusted to the size. kurt couldn’t bring himself to be patient, not when she looked this damn good and filthy. his pace was brutal, his fingers already curling and daring her to reach her end with each thrust. she couldn’t even bring herself to care anymore that so many people were watching when his fingers felt this good.
her fingers clasped around his wrist as her toes curled and her back arched, her lips falling agape to allow her sounds to permeate the car. “oh, kurt!” she cried when he hit that spot deep inside of her. “fuck, fuck, fuck! i wanna come, please let me come.”
kurt pursed his lips together and grunted as he slammed his fingers harder and faster into her, cradling the back of her head with his opposite hand and pulling her forehead against his. “do it, bitch. come all over my fingers.”
and she lost it.
she gushed around his digits, but still, kurt didn’t stop. and he wouldn’t until he was sure he had milked her dry, until she was a panting, writhing, crying little mess.
finally, he pulled his fingers away and he watched as she clenched around nothing, whimpering at the feeling of no longer being full. kurt brought his fingers up to his mouth, letting just a drop of her nectar onto his tongue with a hum. his eyes found hers through the cloudiness of her orgasm as he licked his fingers dry, his opposite hand giving her pussy a few gentle taps. “so pretty for me,” he purred as he tugged down both the waistband of his sweats and boxers just far enough for his cock to spring free of its restraints, and she whimpered again as he gave it a few tugs. he tilted his head, “what? don’t you want to be fucked like a slut? isn’t that what you wanted?”
her bottom lip jut out into a pout, “m’— m’ tired,” she whined as she felt the tip of his cock prod at her entrance, and despite her words, she felt her clit ache with lust, her cunt clenching around nothing in anticipation. “yeah? you’re tired?” kurt cooed as he cradled the back of her head again, giving her lips a soft, chaste kiss. she nodded against his forehead, humming against his lips.
once again, the tender moment was fleeting.
“i don’t care,” kurt growled as he snapped his hips forward, filling her up all at once. she felt like her eyes would pop out of their sockets at any given moment, her nails burrowing into the fabric of his long sleeve, her head falling back onto the seat behind her. “kurt!” she squealed as he pulled back out only to slam back in again, tears sliding down her cheeks when he bottomed out. “you’re going to take what i give you, you hear me?” he husked as he set his pace, animalistic, almost inhumane.
he fucked her until her mind became mush, until all she could bring herself to think or to say was “oh, kurt,” until his name practically came out with every breath she took. kurt kunkle may have seemed awkward and strange to most— and he was— but only she ever got to see this side of him, his secret, dirty, dominant side.
well, she and all the other thousands of people watching.
“shit,” kurt whimpered as his thrusts became sloppier, feeling her clench and gush around his cock once again. he was close— dangerously close— and they both could feel it. she clenched around him again to give him that final push, and he was done for.
he spilled inside of her aching, throbbing cunt, painting her walls white as he fell on top of her, both trying to chase air back into their lungs. she clawed at the white fabric of his shirt as he pulled out, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. her chest heaved as she breathed, and she gazed over to one of the many cameras he had set up in the car, her fingers weaving through the mangled mess of umber tresses atop of his head.
“kurt?”
“hm?”
“just how many people are watching your stream right now?”
Kurt Kunkle X Male Reader: kurt vapes a lot but there is one "trick" he has never learned, reader decides to teach him, fluff
Warning(s): I mean kurt is canonically a murderer but I didn't include any of that. but you have every right to be creeped out regardless, hence why the warning is here, cigarettes, vaping (idk some people don't like that stuff)
As you flicked the end of your cigarette into the empty solo cup beside you you asked the single question that had been bouncing around in the back of your mind as you watched the mango flavored smoke exit Kurt's lips, "Have you ever shotgunned with anyone before, Kurt?"
"What?" he whipped his head toward you.
"Yknow, like with the smoke?" you took a quick drag from your cigarette, "You do all the other tricks and shit so I just figured I'd ask yknow?" a puff of smoke now spilled from your lips, this one not so fruity.
"Oh no, I just- I mean I just don't even know what that one is so I guess I haven't," he laughed it off as he let the fruity flavor fill his mouth again, "I could look it up and learn it though!" you watched Kurt's lips again as the smoke poured from his mouth, almost in awe.
You sat up from where you had been sitting on the floor across from him, "Would it be ok if I showed you it?" you said, grabbing th solo cup you had been using as an ash tray.
Kurt hummed a simple, "Mhmm," as you made your way to the floor beside him, "That'd be fun!"
Oh you have no idea, you thought to yourself as you finally as beside him, leaning into his shoulder for a moment, finally appreciating his warmth.
You moved your body so that you were now facing kurt as you spoke, "I'll be honest, this js a bit of a weird one... but I think you'll like it! you just have to trust me ok?" You looked at him with hesitant eyes, fearful that he might blackout
"I always do! If you want to show me, just show me y/n!" he had sat his own vape on the floor beside him and his beautiful doe eyes sparkle at you, his attention was fully yours.
"I just need you to follow what I say ok?"
Kurt nodded his head excitedly and you began to ease up a little.
"Good good, ok. Then just open up you're mouth a little for me and keep it like that,"you took a drag from your cigarette as your instruction concluded and turned back to find Kurt just as you had requested, no questions asked.
You hovered your lips just barely over his, so gently grazing over his as you parted your lips and let the smoke flow over his lips and into his mouth.
As your lips stayed just barely apart from Kurt's you instructed him again, "And then you just hold it for a little like you were the one smoking it," you concluded your instruction with a quick kiss to his lips before you backed away from him.
You watched intently as Kurt let the smoke gracefully pour from his mouth, and he looked like a super model.
Kurt took a moment before beginning to speak again, "That was..."
"So hot," you replied.
"I was gonna say cool but yea... yea that works."
yea this is a really short quick one but I just wanted to write something about the crime boy and so I did it. here it is. it is done. good night.
XD funny idea,headcanon spree 2020 Kurt meets a immortal person who even though is like headless for example they chill and be like “..what now?..should I report you to the police?..”
Kurt thinks you're just another victim, but he doesn't know you're actually immortal.
When he tricks you into looking out the sunroof and speeds up to decapitate you, he laughs as your headless body slumps back into the seat.
But some of his viewers think the body's fake and he goes on a tirade about how everyone thinks content is "staged" nowadays, jabbing at Bobby's work.
He fails to see you, however, still moving as you take your phone out of your pocket, enter his livestream, and donate $1 with the message "Nice try, dipshit. I need my head."
Kurt recognizes your user and wonders how tf you could be online. He swivels his head and sees you sitting upright, completely fine except for the fact you're headless.
The viewers start spamming "so no head" jokes.
But he begrudgingly stops the car so he can retrieve your head, keeping you locked inside.
After that he tries finding other ways to kill you--as his audience demands it and you could very well report him to the police.
But nothing works.
You just get up and come back every time, drinking every laced water bottle in the car and not even flinching as he attacks you with a drill, gun, knife, car, etc.
He could run over you numerous times and it doesn't kill you. All your wounds immediately heal.
It drives him insane, leading to a lot of tantrums from him as his viewers mock him.
"I swear I'm gonna crash this car and kill us BOTH!!!!"
"Kurt, I'm not gonna report you to the police. Honest." You're just as cool as a cucumber, wishing he didn't get so upset.
Obviously, he's delusional and paranoid about you lying. But when even his viewers agree that he needs to chill the fuck out bc they're getting bored and want him to find new victims...he eventually listens.
And you become a regular customer of Spree, checking out Kurt's channel and giving him shoutouts on your own. He discovers you gained quite a following from your videos of death-defying stunts and discussions of immortality in fiction.
"You never told me you did cool shit like this!! We could've collaborated!!"
"I didn't have the chance to tell you because you've been trying to kill me over and over."
《Fluff; admitting your feelings for each other, watching a movie, cuddling, and falling asleep together <3》
FEM DNI
"Hey, y/n." Kurt said as you got into the car, watching you in the rear view mirror.
"Hey." You sat in the middle seat and leaned forward, resting your hand on his shoulder. "So what are we doing? It's pretty late."
"Oh, uh... We're going to my house. I- I think? Unless you... Unless you wanna go somewhere else. Like, that's fine, I just wanted to-"
"Kurt, calm down." You laughed. "We can go to your house, it's fine."
You and Kurt had been friends online for a while after you met on a game, but once you found out you both live in LA you two immediately started hanging out. He would usually come to your house, either to hang out there or to go to a park or out to eat. But you'd never been to his house before, and you actually really wanted to go. You always had sort of a crush on Kurt, you just thought he was so sweet and cute. And you were pretty sure he felt the same. Today you wanted to find out.
"We should watch a movie together or something when we get there. I'm pretty tired." You said, leaning back in your seat. "Actually, do you think I could sleep over?"
Kurt tried to hide his excitement. "Yeah, of course."
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You laid in Kurt's bed as he put on a movie. "Do you want me to make popcorn?"
"Not really hungry right now. We can eat later."
"I mean, it's just, like a- a snack-"
"Kurt, just come here." You pat the bed, smiling at him. He laid down next to you and as you two watched the movie it got harder and harder for you to sit there. All you could think about was Kurt.
"Hey, y/n?" He asked, turning to you.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Could I... Could we like, c-cuddle? I mean- Nevermind." He looked away. You grabbed his hand and held it.
"Of course we can." You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him towards you. "You're adorable."
"Mm..." He covered both of you with the blanket. "Thank you."
You smiled. "I love you, Kurt."
"Did... Did you say you love me?"
"Yeah."
"I-I didn't... I thought you were-" He paused and hugged you tightly, pressing his face against your chest. "I love you too."
You smiled and kissed the top of his head, closing your eyes and listening to Kurt's soft snoring as you fell asleep.
