Attention seeker
pairing: kurt kunkle x Reader summary: your boyfriend Kurt has been ignoring you all day because he wants to be playing video games and streaming them live, but you're fed up and want some attention from him, not caring that he's streaming. wc: 2.3k warnings: +18 (MDNI), explicit nsfw, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex on livestream, virgin kurt, sub!kurt, dom!reader, crying on sex, a little bit of overstimulation, dirty talking, bruising, kurt being pathetic as fuck over his girlfriend, praise kink, dry humping, masturbation (f&m both), a little bit of blood, edging
You met Kurt Kunkle on the worst possible day at the mall. It was a random Saturday afternoon, and you were killing time between classes, wearing a cute little sundress.
You had just bought a new iced latte and you were checking your phone when a guy in a jacket with green and black squares, quite horrible, walked close to you.
His soda exploded everywhere —all over your dress, your phone, your shoes– The cup hit the floor with a dramatic splash.
“Oh my god— fuck— I’m so sorry!” he dropped to his knees immediately, trying to wipe the sticky liquid off your legs with the sleeve of his hoodie, rambling a mile a minute. “I was trying to go live and didn’t see you and now I ruined your dress– and I’m probably gonna get sued.”
You couldn’t help it. You started laughing. Hard.
He looked at you from the ground with wide open and nervous eyes behind his messy brown hair, his cheeks already bright red.
He froze up like he couldn’t believe someone as pretty as you was laughing instead of yelling at him.
"Aren’t you... mad?" he asked while his voice cracked.
"No," you said, still laughing." "But you owe me a new drink, loser." That was it.
He bought you a new iced latte –and insisted on paying for the dry-cleaning of your dress, even though you told him it was fine–. All along he called himself a "total disaster" and "the worst living human being".
He was so genuinely pathetic and sweet that you gave him your number when he shyly asked if he could "maybe text you later to make sure your dress survived."
Now you were here. Six months later and you were still way too hot for him He still acts like he won the lottery every time you kiss him.
You’ve been trying to get attention from Kurt for the last four hours and he has been ignoring you completely.
It started right after you woke up. You were already horny, that low and painful heat between your legs that only got worse the more he pretended you didn’t exist.
You jumped into his lap while he was still in bed, half-asleep, kissing along his jaw and whispering to him. And tonight he’s been ignoring you for four straight hours.
"Good morning, darling.'' Kurt took a sigh, his eyes still stuck to his phone –where he was editing the clips of yesterday’s broadcast– and he only patted your thigh like you were a puppy craving attention.
"Five more minutes, baby. These highlights are going to be viral, I need to post them soon."
Five minutes became two hours.
At lunch you brought him a fresh soda and played with his hair, sitting in the arm of his gaming chair.
“Kurt… can we talk? You’ve barely looked at me today.” He didn’t even pause the game.
“Yeah, in a sec. Wait till you see this quad kill, chat’s gonna lose their minds.” and you waited, but he never looked up.
By 3 p.m you were desperate. You changed your clothes to the tiniest black sleeping pants you had and a white t-shirt that was his. You stood right in front of his monitor, blocking the view on purpose.
"Honey, please. I’m here and you’re acting like I don’t exist." Kurt just came up to you, still touching the controller." Baby, move it, I’m in the standings. I’ll pay attention after the broadcast, I swear."
That after never arrived. It was almost 8 p.m.
He was live for almost an hour. The red LIVE" dot burnt on his second monitor as if he’s making fun of you.
Kurt leant forward in his chair, shoulders tense under that old gray sweatshirt, shouting into his microphone with that aggressive gamer voice that somehow made your pussy throb even harder.
“Bro what the actual fuck?! That was so easy! I’m gonna fuck you up so hard — so fucking hard — you have no idea what’s coming for you!”
The second those words left his mouth, your clit pulsed.
Hearing your sweet, and pathetic boyfriend growling “I’m gonna fuck you up so hard” — even if it was just trash-talking pixels — sent a fresh gush of wetness into your shorts.
You were dripping for hours and the neglect only made it worse.
You’ve had enough. You got up behind his chair and slowly slid your hands down his chest from behind, pressing yourself against the back of his head.
Kurt was surprised but didn’t stop playing.
"B-babe... I’m live right now..."
"I know exactly what you’re doing," you muttered, your lips rubbing his ear so that the microphone picks up every word. "You’ve been ignoring me for four hours straight. I’ve been wet and aching for you all day and you don't even look at me."
He swallowed hard. His character died instantly because his fingers froze.
‘’You have a girlfriend who wants to spend time with you, and you don't pay any attention to me.’’
orangemachine: oh no she’s madddd dobutsnap: yeah shes taking what she wants lol chicagostuffeds: yeah we can tell hes a loser
You spinned his chair forcefully making him look at you. Kurt's eyes widened, that familiar expression of a panicked puppy took over his face while his cheeks flushed a bright pink.
You didn’t ask. You climbed directly onto his lap, straddling his hips, with your knees on either side of the chair.
The moment your wet crotch pressed against the growing bulge in his gray sweatpants, you started rubbing against him, with slow, deliberate, dirty movements of your hips.
You grind down hard so the damp fabric of your tiny sleep shorts drags right over the thick ridge of his cock.
Kurt’s breath hitches loud enough for the whole stream to hear, and you rubbed hard against the damp fabric of your tiny shorts, brushing against him. Kurt's breathing was loud enough for the whole chat to hear.
You could feel every detail; how quickly he hardened beneath you, how he contracted, and how he moved with every thrust of your hips.
You maintained a steady, provocative rhythm, sliding down his entire body before pressing down. Each time you did, Kurt's hips arched involuntarily, seeking the friction like a desperate puppy.
The wet stain on your shorts darkened, mixing with the pre-cum that was already soaking his sweatpants.
"Do you feel that?" you whispered, your voice was low and sweet, but loud enough to be picked up by the microphone. "I've been this wet all day because of you. My shorts are fucking ruined and you haven't even touched me."
Kurt's hands wrap uselessly around your waist, trembling.
"I'm sorry—fuck... I'm so sorry. Oh shit—you're so hot. I can feel how wet you are through my pants... I'm an idiot and I don't deserve this."
You moved your hips faster, making sure it kept rubbing right where you needed it.
The friction was perfect: not enough to make either of you come, but enough to drive you wild.
He was hard as a rock, trapped under the fabric, dripping so much that every touch made a wet, almost obscene sound. You could feel its exact shape.
Kurt's head fell back against the chair, his mouth open, letting out small moans with every thrust of your hips.
"God... it feels so good... you're rubbing against me like this and I'm going to cum. I'm so pathetic, oh God– I have a hot girlfriend and I ignored her all day. I'm sorry—I'm so sorry..."
sambigs10: im enjoying this more than that ass gameplay amster2004: hes gonna cum in his pant im calling it DogManPlus: shes so hot… and hes there too ig
You continued rubbing against him for a while, enjoying how he throbbed beneath you, how his hands finally gripped your hips as if afraid you'd stop.
Then, you slipped a hand between your bodies, pushed it under the waistband of his sweatpants, and wrapped your fingers around him. It was hot, slick with precum, throbbing wildly in your palm.
You began to stroke it slowly while continuing to rub yourself against him. Kurt let out a muffled sob.
"S-shit– your hand... It's so soft. I can't concentrate on the game– baby, please..."
“Keep playing, good boy,” you whispered, twisting your wrist with each upward stroke, your thumb tracing the dripping slit. “Don’t stop streaming. Let them hear how pathetic you sound when I finally touch you after you’ve ignored me all day.”
SH_king1: HANDJOB ON STREAMMMM???? kinkysmsixnine: she called him good boyyy damn
He tried –God, he tried— but his character just went around in circles as you masturbated him under the desk. The wet rhythmic sound of your hand and his high-pitched and plaintive moans filled the room.
After another minute, Kurt couldn't take it anymore.
He paused the game with a trembling hand, but didn't end the stream.
"I can't– I need you..." tears were already gathering up in his eyes. "Please... can I touch you too? I want to make you feel better after being such a shitty boyfriend."
You nodded. “Go ahead, baby. Touch me. Show chat how wet your girlfriend is because you ignored her all day.”
His trembling fingers slid under your shorts and found your wet folds.
He inserted two fingers inside you awkwardly but eagerly, curling them the way you'd taught him last week.
The wet sounds were loud and dirty though the camera couldn't see exactly what was happening under the desk.
“Mmm, that’s it. Good boy– just like that. Fuck, your fingers feel so nice… keep going.” you gasped and rolled your hips into his hand.
Kurt looked at you, his eyes glassy and wet, his voice cracking.
"You're so wet, oh shit. Why did I ignore you? I'm the worst boyfriend– You feel so perfect between my fingers. I love you… I love you so much."
You continued touching him slowly as he still had his fingers inside you, both of you moaning into the microphone, completely losing control.
Meanwhile, the chat continued talking. Views increased, and donations were more intense than ever.
conFIRMshark: they’re both moaning this is insane SwerlSpider: someone clip this dizzysnack: i want to see her bro go away
Finally, you couldn't wait any longer. You lifted yourself just enough to pull down your shorts and underwear, letting them fall to your ankles.
Then you sat back down on his lap, positioning him against your entrance and sliding down in a slow, gentle motion.
Kurt threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream. Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks the instant he felt your intense heat envelop him completely.
"Oh my God—oh, God. I'm inside you... I'm really, really inside you," he repeated pathetically, talking too much, but you didn't care. "You're so tight, warm, and wet. Fuck... I can't believe this is happening—you're letting a loser like me be inside you. I don't deserve this… you're too beautiful and too perfect."
You groaned loudly as you reached the bottom, squeezing him tight.
"Damn, you feel so good inside me— so deep. Good boy, filling me so perfectly on your first time."
You started riding him slowly, savoring every thick inch that brushed against your walls. Kurt was completely lost in it: crying, babbling, praising you endlessly.
“You feel so fucking perfect– I’ve never felt anything like this… You’re so tight. Oh God.’’
“Mmm, yes, baby,” you moaned, moving a little faster. “You’re doing so well for me…”
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips and ass so tightly you knew you were going to have bruises tomorrow — little fingertip-shaped marks all over your skin.
You moaned louder, riding him faster. Kurt was losing control. His eyes were glassy with tears streaming, and suddenly he surged up, crashing his mouth against yours in a messy desperate kiss.
He bit down on your bottom lip hard enough that you tasted blood, a sharp metallic tang mixing with the kiss.
You whimpered into his mouth, the sting only making you wetter, making you bounce on his cock even harder.
“I’m sorry– I’m so sorry.’’
He tried so hard not to come too quickly. His hands gripped your hips tightly, but he didn't push up, simply letting you set the pace, tears still streaming down his face.
"I don't want to cum yet—please. It feels too good. You're so beautiful riding me like this..."
You leant down and kissed his neck, moaning right against his ear.
“Hold it for me– you’re doing so well… fuck, Kurt.”
“Please… can I cum inside? Please…” you clung to him deliberately and moaned loudly.
“Cum for me. Fuck, I’m going to cum too…”
Kurt desperately tried to hold back one last time, his face contorted, wanting to prolong the sex.
“I’m trying so hard not to cum yet— it feels too fucking good.” but he can’t. His thrusts become desperate, his voice cracking into full sobs as you kept moaning and riding him.
“I’m cumming– take all of it.” you cum right with him, moaning loudly.
“Yes, good boy. Ahh fuck– Kurt.” your walls fluttered while he sobbed praises into your neck, still weakly thrusting through the overstimulation.
Kurt didn’t pull out. He just wrapped his trembling arms around you, face buried between your tits while you stroked his hair and whispered.
The stream was sitting at almost 28k viewers. Besides, he earned over $6,000 in donations that you two didn’t even read.
You stared at the camera, flushed and beaming, your voice husky from moans.
"Stream's over, chat. My boyfriend just had his first time."
Kurt smiled just before you clicked to end the transmission.
"And if you guys follow me, I'll convince her to start posting this type of content."
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