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This movie was soooooo scary 🙈 im so scared of big juicy submissive men

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Being fucked stupid by Jacob and Nick just before they turn is one heavenly mess of rough jealous sex but after they turn?

You're too weak, to feeble, been manhandled and fucked to your absolute limit to run, both of them snarling and circling you, and you're just waiting for them to kill you but they don't.

Both of them sniffing the air as they circle you, they want to kill you but you smell so good, you smell like them. So stuffed full of their cum that their animal brains switch you from food to mate.

Now you have two horny feral werewolves fighting over you. They definately truely physically fight over you but when you try to escape, and nearly do, they sort of resign themselves to sharing, in a volatile and violent manner. You dare try do anything other than submit to them and you're getting shoved face down in the dirt, claws digging into your back until you go still. You're ending the night bloody, exhausted and definately infected.

GRAAAAAH THIS IS GREAT ALSO WEREWOLF LOVERS FIGHTING OVER WHO GETS TO BITE AND INFECT YOU BC ITS A TERRITORIAL INSTINCT GGRHEHEHRRGRHRHHH ok im normal now. anyways

yes. hot. weakening each other in their bloody scuffle only to realize that you're gone from the place you had fallen, nothing but a little wet patch in the dirt and some pearly, sticky substance left behind. but they can follow it by the smell, and when they get close enough they spot you braced against the trunk of a tree, hunching over, your legs trembling and soaked and your hand clutching your belly as more of their cum spills out of you and shudders wrack your body. you're close to the lodge now, but not close enough. all it takes is one of them pouncing on the ground behind you and you're on your knees again, a terrified shriek echoing through the woods as one of them startles you and you see the other prowling towards you on your other side. scramble to your feet and run and it only makes you weaker, one of them--you think it might be Jacob, but you aren't sure--brings a clawed hand down on your back and forces you face-first into the dirt. and you're shaking, tensing up, waiting for them to rip into you with those huge teeth, you think it's coming when Nick approaches and starts sniffing your neck. but he doesn't, not yet, because his tongue is what meets your flesh first.

they're not gonna kill you, you'll realize, but you'll have wished they would. being spitroasted and passed between them is much harder when they're bigger and stronger and more violent, the power struggle always stretching tight with the two of them until they start drawing blood from each other. plus, there's another much bloodier battle when it comes to claiming you with a bite, but when neither of them are victorious over the other you'll be reduced to tears and more screaming when they do it at the same time on both of your wrists. this way, it'll take both of them being cured or killed to break your own curse--and that's rather romantic, isn't it? just wait until they turn back into themselves in the morning, and you'll have so much to talk about with your new....partners in crime.

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Brahms Heelshire x F!Reader

This is just filth, I'm sorry guys. Actually I'm not sorry, this is what y'all are here for. Enjoy!

Warnings: Somnophilia, oral f!receiving, creampie, 18+ minors dni

Brahms was pressed firmly against the wall, staring hard through the small peep hole he had created in the wall. His breathing was shallow as he palmed his aching cock through his pants, fighting back pitiful moans as he stared at your sleeping form.

Sometimes Brahms wondered if you knew he loved to peer through the walls of the old house and watch you sleep. Maybe that's why you were wearing nothing but a thin t-shirt and lacy panties. Laying on your stomach with one leg bent gave him the perfect view of your ass and a teasing glance at your pussy. Your sleeping form was practically begging him to come have his way with you. Brahms was desperate to touch you in the ways he often imagined, to explore your body and show you exactly who it belonged to.

Brahms had just started to undo his belt when you let out a soft moan in your sleep. Immediately, his eyes snapped back to the small hole in the wall to peer at you once more. His nails dug into the wood on the inside of the wall as he watched you hungrily. Through the wall he heard the sheets ruffle as you rolled onto your back.

"Mmmm, Brahms."

The way you moaned his name in your sleep was pornographic. Brahms could feel any restraint he had left crumble. It was obvious you were dreaming about him, just as desperate for him as he was for you. He had to have you.

As quietly as he could, Brahms snuck his way into your room, careful to not wake you. You hadn't stirred since you had moaned so prettily for him, so he was confident you were still sound asleep. At first he just stood over you, admiring you up close, but it didn't take long for his aching cock to remind him why he was in your room.

Carefully, he traced his hand up your thigh to the swell of your ass, testing the waters. His touch was feather light as to not wake you. However, when you didn't flinch he grew more confident. This time his hand trailed lightly up your side, sneaking up under your shirt. Ever so carefully, he bunched up the thin cotton until your breasts were exposed to him. Without the thin barrier to keep them warm, your nipples hardened and so did Brahms cock. He let out a small whimper at the sight of you being exposed to him, luckily you didn't wake.

Brahms fingers continued up your sides until he reached your breasts and he began gently tracing your hard nipples. Without any restraint left, he caved and took your hard nipple into his warm mouth. He traced the hard peak with his tongue and then began gently sucking as his hand began pinching at your other.

You let out a soft moan and Brahms froze, pulling away from you. He waited until you settled once more before he continued. This time he trailed his way down to your pussy, finger gently tracing your folds through the lacy material of your panties. He could feel that you were wet and that only fueled his arousal.

Trying his best to hold back his heavy breaths, he carefully moved your panties to the side to reveal your wet pussy to him. He gently pushed a finger between your folds, collecting some of the wetness there before carefully circling your clit.

Your legs parted more as you stirred and let out another soft moan, but still you continued to sleep. Brahms kept running a finger through your folds before slowly and gently easing a single finger into you. You were so wet it sunk inside of you easily and Brahms moaned as he felt your warm walls. He no longer cared if he woke you as he added another finger and began pumping them in and out of you rapidly. The wet sounds your pussy made around his fingers caused him to let out a desperate whimper.

This time your moan was louder and Brahms could feel you tense as you woke up to the sight of him between your legs. "Brahms," you moaned out, "what are you doing?"

"Please," he begged, "please let me y/n. I promise I'll make you feel good. I promise I'll be a good boy." His voice was shrill as he begged, and you weren't awake enough to decide whether this was right or wrong. Instead you simply gave into the pleasure and let Brahms continue what he was doing.

Soon enough his tongue joined his fingers and began circling your clit as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you. He moaned as he tasted your dripping pussy, eating you out like he was a starved man. Alternating between licking and sucking, Brahms abused your clit until he had you singing his name. Looking down at him, you realized his entire face was exposed to you. He glanced up and the two of you made eye contact as he savored your pussy.

"Am I doing a good job, y/n? Am I being a good boy?"

You let out a loud moan as you felt your climax building, your hips grinding down against Brahms' face. "Fuck! Yes, Brahmsy you're doing a good job. Such a good boy for me."

Brahms ministrations didn't stop even once you had finished. His tongue continued to suck at your overstimulated clit. Grabbing his hair, you had to practically pry him away from your pussy and he whimpered as you did. His hips thrust against the bed and you noticed he was still rock hard inside of his pants.

Guiding him on top of you, you pulled his face towards yours, kissing him roughly. He kissed you back eagerly, and you could taste your release on his tongue.

Reaching down you fumbled with his pants until you could pull them down. Grasping his already hard cock in his hand you smoked him a few times. The sounds Brahms let out were whiny and desperate as he rocked his hips into your hand, desperate for any sort of friction.

Pawing his pants further down, you grasped his thick cock and guided it to your entrance. Brahms' eager eyes met yours seeking approval.

Smiling, you nodded at him. "Go ahead. Fuck me."

Brahms could no longer contain himself and he quickly thrust himself all the way into you. The slight burn from the stretch had you clenching your eyes shut and hissing. He didn't wait for you to adjust to his long size. Instead, he moved one of your legs onto his shoulder so he could thrust deeper inside of you. Brahms practically growled as he rapidly slammed his cock in and out of your pussy. The sounds of your wet pussy taking him in filled the room and urged him on.

His hands were all over you touching you any part of you that he could reach. One moment he was squeezing your ass the next he was groping your boobs. Finally his thumb found your clit again as his hips began to stutter, letting you know he was close to cumming.

"Fuck, oh fuck," the word fell from his lips repeatedly, but this time his voice was deep and it urged you towards your second orgasm. You loved the way he moaned so desperate for you. Like you were the only one in the world that could make him feel like this.

His hips stilled with his cock deep inside you and you could feel the warmth of his cum as he filled you with it. Brahms fell against you, panting, as he waited for his cock to soften before pulling out of you. He wanted to stay inside of your warm walls forever.

Collapsing beside you, Brahms watched as you drifted back off to sleep quickly. He watched you sleep for awhile, fingering his cum back inside of you while you went back to dreaming.

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I’m having a shit day so here’s some tits I found on the clock app

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"Slashers with an S/o who cries when people shout at them"

Warning: cursing and a bit of angst

Characters: Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

Bo Sinclair

You and bo have fights but never to the point he yells or shouts at you. This time he was really angry because a victim escaped.

"I TOLD YOU TO WATCH THEM FOR ONE SECOND AND THEY ESCAPED, IT WAS THAT SIMPLE"

You bite your lip refusing to talk back as you lower your head until he is finished.

He sighed and made you look up at him. You were crying, big tears flow from your eyes as you looked at him. Your lips quivering and you looked away.

You both stood there until Bo broke and gave you a hug

It wasnt like those apology hugs your mom made you do to make up with your siblings

It was very sincere and tight

"I'm sorry doll, I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry for raising my voice at you. " he whispered in your ear so soft and gentle.

He sat you both down while you're in his lap as he caresses your back. You both stayed there holding each other in your arms.

He told Lester to find the victim which he did and killed so it was problem solved.

From today on he never raised his voice when he got angry, you both communicated better and you two would make up pretty quickly.

If any of his brothers did the same to yell at you then he would be throwing hands

All in all he learned to be gentle with you which his brothers never ever thought he could do

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas already knew you cried when being shouted at

Hoyt was never really a good tempered person and will degrade your self esteem the chance he gets but you would suck the tears back up and wont let Thomas know what happened.

This time it was something different

"YOU FUCKING WHORE, ALL THE SHIT YOU DID WILL PASS THROUGH TOMMY BUT NOT ME"

You were shivering, Luda mae was not there to save you or beat this bitch and tommy was busy in the basement.

Hoyt raised a hand at you, as you squinted your eyes to brace yourself of the impact you hear..

"Aye tommy i-i was kidding.. hehe.. your little doll there was..AAAAA"

Tommy was standing in between you and hoyt , holding the man's hand back.

Tommy almost choked him to death if it werent for Luda Mae finally getting home.

Your boyfriend kept you in his arms like a baby as he rocks you.

He mumbles and grunts to give encouragement

He wont let anyone of his family yell nor harm you

Brahms Heelshire

You weren't the best of care takers. You always followed the rules so you wont anger Brahms.

But since Malcohlm was running late and you needed the groceries you have no choice but to go to the store

You planned to just have a quick trip so that when you come back Brahms wont even notice. But he did , he saw you walk out that gate.

Brahms is an impatient man, a minute of you gone it's been hours to him. But when you come back.

He stormed screaming at you

"YOU BROKE THE RULES, YOU DARE LEAVE ME ALONE LIKE MY PARENTS?! YOURE HORRIBLE "

You tried to explain yourself with incoherent mumbles as you shake. He towers over you going silent, Hes just looking at you!

You broke down and into a ball

Brahms started to feel bad, at least you came back for him.

He left you alone and slid your favorite snack over to you as he sits on the floor with you

In his childish voice he started to say sorry , patting your head gently

If you're both stuck in this house he might as well treat you better

He hugs you not letting go until you stopped crying

-Just a quick reminder that if you experience this in real life from a spouse its best to leave them, although fights are normal among relationships they shouldnt mistreat you either way💕

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Overstimulation

Brahms Heelshire x reader

You walked over to your room and you decide to take a nap for the hour since you were done with Brahms and since you put him down for a nap.

You didn’t expect him to join you so soon. But you didn’t mind it either, he was the one to change his mind quite often. He cuddled behind you holding you close to close as he closed his eyes, his breath from his lips tickling your neck as you relaxed to his touch. “Y/n..” he mumbles gently as he pressed against you. “Yes Brahms?” You open your eyes “can we play” he frowns gently as he nuzzles against your neck “we haven’t in a while and I miss you” he pouts quietly.

Brahms can be very sassy at times..maybe all the time but you grown used to it now. Especially when he askes you a question he’s gonna get what he wants at the end. That’s why you were pinned under him as he thrusted his cock in and out of you quickly. Ofcourse this is what he meant by playing. What else is he talking about. You cried into the pillow as he grips your hips ramming his cock deeply into you not caring how much you tried to slow him down.

“B-baby” you gasped as you cried into the pillow, bharms looked at you and smiles “it’s okayy~ I’m going fast as I-I can momma” he whines gently as he thrusted deeper causing the bed to creak and the walls get knocked on every thrust. You grip the bed as you came on his cock. He looked down as he slaps your ass “bad bad” he shakes his head as he thrusts faster “I’m not done momma. You have to wait” he pouts as he pulls all the way out then flips you on your back then slams back in.

“B-Brahms!” You cry as you arch your back. He uses your shoulders as handles as he pushed you down on his hips then he thrust fastly. He looked at your face as he pants behind his mask. He wanted to kiss you, he pulled his mask up slightly and leans down kissing you deeply and sloppy. You moan against his lips as you grip his hair your legs hooked on his hips and your walls tightening again. It’s almost like he didn’t feel it because he still hasn’t came yet. “O-oh god I can’t take it no more” you cried as you look down at him going in and out of you. You came once again, now you felt doozy as you squeeze your thighs together. Your chest bounced as he thrusted up into you fastly, “p-please s-stop” you moan as you throw your head back shaking under him. He looked at you waiting for your word that you both agreed to be said if you couldn’t take it. He didn’t hear it so he kept going.

“M-momma gonna cum.~” he whines as he digs his head in your shoulder. “M-momma gonna cum hard” he whines louder as the bed shook more aggressively. You nod as you weakly lay there getting used like some doll. You didn’t mind though. You and bharms have overstimulated each other before. “G-god Brahms c-cum already” you cry softly. He whines as he thrusts got sloppy. He gasped as he pulls out then thrusted in his cum, he kept ramming his cock until there was no more cum. He pants as he grips the pillow next to your head. “I-I’m I’m all done momma” he whines out softly. You shook under him as you look up at him “‘m-m..m good boy b-bharms” you shake as you felt yourself doze off to sleep. Brahms looked down at you and shook you slightly “momma.” He seen that you was sleep as he sighs and just snuggles up to you with his cock still in you. He mumbles against your neck “thank you momma” he takes his mask off then nuzzles into your neck covering you both as he falls asleep with you.

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Would you be able to write if {Michael, Brahms, and Thomas} found out their s/o had a breeding kink.

Breeding kink

With Michael, Brahms, Thomas

Michael

He honestly doesn't know what to do with this information but he will save it for later.

One night you were particularly stubborn and the easiest way for Michael to coax you into doing what he wants is to abuse your poor little entrance. You know he hasn't touched you for weeks and him just teasing you with just his tip probing at the entrance that awaits his full length, fluttering and welcoming him with open arms but he doesn't give in.

"M-michael please.. " you tried to beg for him to just fuck you, insert his full length into you despite him not wearing a condom right now. "Please Michael I'll do whatever the fuck you ask me just fuck me outta my misery.. " you said frustrated already, you know despite his mask, he's smirking underneath. Without a warning, he shoved his whole cock inside making you yelp and ease up around his length. He hooked your legs onto his shoulders and started fucking. His balls slapping your ass and you can hear it making lewd noises. On how rough he was being you can't help but feel your orgasm coming. You grasp whatever words you have left in your cock drunk brain and said "cum in me! Get me fucking pregnant!! " you screamed. Now, he's curious. You want his seed? You want your tummy full of his babies, your breasts swollen with milk? He's not too sure about this but hell you were such a good girl for him right now looking all needy and disheveled, maybe just this once he will fuck you full of his seed.

Brahms

The fact that he was spying on you watching porn and your fingers melting into your very Nectar. He has to know what you were watching so he can replace those damn fingers with his cock. So while you were asleep he swiped your phone and in the safety of his walls he played the video he saw.

He couldn't take off his eyes on that pussy being abused and edged by this guy's long shaft. The video was about to end until the guy pulled out a mix of their cum oozing out of her cunt onto the bed as she shivered from all the orgasm she had. You were watching this while your fingers were desperately trying to make you cum like the needy slut that you are? He didn't want you to suffer when all you needed was his cock and his buckets of cum in you.

After he persuaded you to do it with him he's already in you with no foreplay whatsoever rubbing your clit so roughly while snapping his hips with yours. "Ugh.. All mine Mine!! " he said going faster just burying you on the bed, ass up. He slapped your ass until it was red making you yelp while you felt his cock ramming itself in and out. You had no energy to tell him to slow down but gosh it felt so good when he's this rough! "Get pregnant Get pregnant Get pregnant!! " he chanted while rearranging your insides. Gosh how many orgasms have you had and how many loads does he need to fill you with until he's satisfied?

Thomas

He couldn't help but imagine how your legs wraps around his waist pulling him closer to you while he ruts your very hole. He couldn't help but notice how unresponsive you were after 2-3 rounds and he just couldn't get his mind off on how his meaty cock was a bit visible on your cute tummy while he fucked you up.

He didn't understand what a breeding kink was until you blurted out that he should cum inside you that day.

In the morning while you and his family were having breakfast, Luda Mae asked if you two were gonna have children soon since you couldn't even be separated from Thomas. You choked on your water then looked at Thomas who was already blushing but nodded that he indeed plans to have children with you sooner or later but until you get married to him.

One particular night after that you couldn't take it anymore. He kept cumming outside and on you! He was so careful not to get you pregnant until marriage. "T-thomas please.. Just cum in me! Please I can't wait till marriage I'm already yours!! " you blurted out. He stopped for a moment but then picked up the pace as he rutted into you fucking your g-spot over and over again as he groans in agreement. Mixing your juices and his pre-cum so deliciously and night after night he kept fucking you full of his loads and every time after that you felt satisfied even after you conclude that you were indeed pregnant now.

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Brahms Heelshire x F!Reader

This is just filth, I'm sorry guys. Actually I'm not sorry, this is what y'all are here for. Enjoy!

Warnings: Somnophilia, oral f!receiving, creampie, 18+ minors dni

Brahms was pressed firmly against the wall, staring hard through the small peep hole he had created in the wall. His breathing was shallow as he palmed his aching cock through his pants, fighting back pitiful moans as he stared at your sleeping form.

Sometimes Brahms wondered if you knew he loved to peer through the walls of the old house and watch you sleep. Maybe that's why you were wearing nothing but a thin t-shirt and lacy panties. Laying on your stomach with one leg bent gave him the perfect view of your ass and a teasing glance at your pussy. Your sleeping form was practically begging him to come have his way with you. Brahms was desperate to touch you in the ways he often imagined, to explore your body and show you exactly who it belonged to.

Brahms had just started to undo his belt when you let out a soft moan in your sleep. Immediately, his eyes snapped back to the small hole in the wall to peer at you once more. His nails dug into the wood on the inside of the wall as he watched you hungrily. Through the wall he heard the sheets ruffle as you rolled onto your back.

"Mmmm, Brahms."

The way you moaned his name in your sleep was pornographic. Brahms could feel any restraint he had left crumble. It was obvious you were dreaming about him, just as desperate for him as he was for you. He had to have you.

As quietly as he could, Brahms snuck his way into your room, careful to not wake you. You hadn't stirred since you had moaned so prettily for him, so he was confident you were still sound asleep. At first he just stood over you, admiring you up close, but it didn't take long for his aching cock to remind him why he was in your room.

Carefully, he traced his hand up your thigh to the swell of your ass, testing the waters. His touch was feather light as to not wake you. However, when you didn't flinch he grew more confident. This time his hand trailed lightly up your side, sneaking up under your shirt. Ever so carefully, he bunched up the thin cotton until your breasts were exposed to him. Without the thin barrier to keep them warm, your nipples hardened and so did Brahms cock. He let out a small whimper at the sight of you being exposed to him, luckily you didn't wake.

Brahms fingers continued up your sides until he reached your breasts and he began gently tracing your hard nipples. Without any restraint left, he caved and took your hard nipple into his warm mouth. He traced the hard peak with his tongue and then began gently sucking as his hand began pinching at your other.

You let out a soft moan and Brahms froze, pulling away from you. He waited until you settled once more before he continued. This time he trailed his way down to your pussy, finger gently tracing your folds through the lacy material of your panties. He could feel that you were wet and that only fueled his arousal.

Trying his best to hold back his heavy breaths, he carefully moved your panties to the side to reveal your wet pussy to him. He gently pushed a finger between your folds, collecting some of the wetness there before carefully circling your clit.

Your legs parted more as you stirred and let out another soft moan, but still you continued to sleep. Brahms kept running a finger through your folds before slowly and gently easing a single finger into you. You were so wet it sunk inside of you easily and Brahms moaned as he felt your warm walls. He no longer cared if he woke you as he added another finger and began pumping them in and out of you rapidly. The wet sounds your pussy made around his fingers caused him to let out a desperate whimper.

This time your moan was louder and Brahms could feel you tense as you woke up to the sight of him between your legs. "Brahms," you moaned out, "what are you doing?"

"Please," he begged, "please let me y/n. I promise I'll make you feel good. I promise I'll be a good boy." His voice was shrill as he begged, and you weren't awake enough to decide whether this was right or wrong. Instead you simply gave into the pleasure and let Brahms continue what he was doing.

Soon enough his tongue joined his fingers and began circling your clit as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you. He moaned as he tasted your dripping pussy, eating you out like he was a starved man. Alternating between licking and sucking, Brahms abused your clit until he had you singing his name. Looking down at him, you realized his entire face was exposed to you. He glanced up and the two of you made eye contact as he savored your pussy.

"Am I doing a good job, y/n? Am I being a good boy?"

You let out a loud moan as you felt your climax building, your hips grinding down against Brahms' face. "Fuck! Yes, Brahmsy you're doing a good job. Such a good boy for me."

Brahms ministrations didn't stop even once you had finished. His tongue continued to suck at your overstimulated clit. Grabbing his hair, you had to practically pry him away from your pussy and he whimpered as you did. His hips thrust against the bed and you noticed he was still rock hard inside of his pants.

Guiding him on top of you, you pulled his face towards yours, kissing him roughly. He kissed you back eagerly, and you could taste your release on his tongue.

Reaching down you fumbled with his pants until you could pull them down. Grasping his already hard cock in his hand you smoked him a few times. The sounds Brahms let out were whiny and desperate as he rocked his hips into your hand, desperate for any sort of friction.

Pawing his pants further down, you grasped his thick cock and guided it to your entrance. Brahms' eager eyes met yours seeking approval.

Smiling, you nodded at him. "Go ahead. Fuck me."

Brahms could no longer contain himself and he quickly thrust himself all the way into you. The slight burn from the stretch had you clenching your eyes shut and hissing. He didn't wait for you to adjust to his long size. Instead, he moved one of your legs onto his shoulder so he could thrust deeper inside of you. Brahms practically growled as he rapidly slammed his cock in and out of your pussy. The sounds of your wet pussy taking him in filled the room and urged him on.

His hands were all over you touching you any part of you that he could reach. One moment he was squeezing your ass the next he was groping your boobs. Finally his thumb found your clit again as his hips began to stutter, letting you know he was close to cumming.

"Fuck, oh fuck," the word fell from his lips repeatedly, but this time his voice was deep and it urged you towards your second orgasm. You loved the way he moaned so desperate for you. Like you were the only one in the world that could make him feel like this.

His hips stilled with his cock deep inside you and you could feel the warmth of his cum as he filled you with it. Brahms fell against you, panting, as he waited for his cock to soften before pulling out of you. He wanted to stay inside of your warm walls forever.

Collapsing beside you, Brahms watched as you drifted back off to sleep quickly. He watched you sleep for awhile, fingering his cum back inside of you while you went back to dreaming.

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3. “Please kiss me.” w/ brahms pls and ty

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brahms didn’t have the best personal hygiene before he met you, but ever since you found out about the man hiding in the walls of the mansion you were supposed to watch over along with a doll version of brahms, you made it your life’s mission to make sure he bathes regularly.

brahms didn’t always comply though, and often threw tantrums unless you joined with him (which was very common, little pervy bastard). usually the washing started out innocently, until brahms turned it into a heated fuck session. this was no different.

brahms cries echoed throughout the walls of the bathroom, the warm water enveloping the both of you in the tub made his face flush a pretty shade of pink as he held onto your shoulders for dear life. the water splashes out of the tub as your pelvis claps against brahms’ ass.

brahms lets out delicate moans in your ear every time your cock jabs his prostate. your hands that were previously scrubbing his body were now holding onto his hips as you made him take your merciless thrusts. you couldn’t help but grin when you hear brahms sniff and begin to tear up in pleasure.

“you can’t seem to control yourself, huh? always grinding against my leg when i reach for the soap, like a little slut,” you rest your back on the wall beside the tub as your pace quickens. brahms pulls away from your ear, staring at you with glossy eyes, “i-i’m sorry, i can’t help it. you feel so- so good. please kiss me,” brahms pleads with you.

deciding to have mercy on the pretty man, you grab ahold of his damp curls and pulled him onto your lips for a kiss. you swallow brahms’ whines as he came onto his stomach and in the water. you follow suit as you slammed into him and released strand after strand of cum inside his ass until it spilled. making the once clean water, a white mess.

after a few minutes of basking in your shared climax, you let out a groan when brahms suddenly rolled his hips, and judging by his blissful smile: he wanted another round. you weren’t going to leave the bathroom for a while.

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I like that fact that you as a writer agree that Kurt is so a sub

Kurt is such a sub. One who probably thinks, or likes to act like he’s a dom at first, but then his first partner immediately sinks their teeth into him, like “I know what you are.”

Kurt Kunkle x reader

Kurt moans shakily, but with volume, underneath you. His brown eyes up at you while his hands hold your hips for dear life. Trying to get his heart to slow down so he can get his words out, while he watches you riding him hotly from above.

“Pl-Please? Please I need to cum!”

“No.”

Kurt cries out, whining and a sob leaving his throat. Thrashing slightly underneath you, his head falling to the side dramatically on his pillow, as a whine starts to rise in his bare chest.

He’d already tried hiding his boner for nearly an hour before this but it just wouldn’t die, not when you looked so sexy lying on your front next to him as you both watched tv in bed. Kurt randomly starting to feel in the mood as he did every day, looking at the way your chest pressed up against your arms, how your foot kept kicking back and stroking his waist. And fuck, that skirt riding up your thighs.

Watching them press and squeeze together, especially when you laughed with the film. Looking at the way they’d shift, rolling into his bed sheets, sometimes that thigh gap driving Kurt crazy, or fuck, when they spread just that bit and Kurt could imagine he could see what panties you were wearing today, under the dark of your clothing. Kurt had even gotten to feel your thighs, just under your skirt. You’d let him slip his hands between both your warm thighs, tight and heated against his grasp. Feel the back of them just under the shadow of your skirt, his fingers tracing up there lovingly, exploratory, before he could cup the sides of them. But you’d later said that was a treat, and it meant you got to be more in charge now.

But then you teased him while sitting directly on the bulge in his grey jeans, asking if he could feel how wet you were through only your panties, and when he sadly admitted he couldn’t, not letting him get out of his pants yet so he could. And after you spent about five whole minutes only kissing his torso, his sensitive stomach, you’d been on top of him fucking hard for so long now. Well, long enough Kurt wanted to let go for the first round. But while Kurt liked your dominance earlier, even nodding underneath it, now he was too needy to sit back, be quiet and play good.

Kurt pouts up at you after your denial, at first determinedly, with those big shiny puppy eyes at you. Hands still clawing into your thighs though.

But at his frowning pout, you only teasingly “Aww” at him, moving one hand from where it’s pushing his tanned chest down, to gently tugging and playing with his hair. Kurt pushing your hand away.

Until that is, you see a thought appear behind his eyes. Gently he brings your hand back, with the one not holding you for stability, as you keep rocking, and he squeezes tenderly, pouting with a more innocent look now. And a sweet voice. “Please? I’ll be really good next time.”

“Uh uh. That’s what you said last time, and the next time you were a brat, like you usually are.” You raised a brow, slowing down just to hump lazily against his cock now. Your fingers splayed on his soft stomach while you feel him practically already throbbing inside of you, you’re surprised he hasn’t blown already. Still, you love watching your Kurt be teased.

Kurt looks like he’s about to strop again, pull a mini tantrum, until he thinks about his apparent reputation. Even though he has to breathe through his mouth because it feels like any blood he has is being pumped straight to his cock right now, and he can feel that sweat on his upper lip, he swallows his moans and self pity to try and focus on working on you instead. And Kurt knows how to do that.

“I’ll eat you out for three hours straight.”

He promises it. Bucking just underneath you, glad it gets you to start circling your hips more, as you’re practically sat on him at this point. And his lips are already watering, through his slight pants.

“Kurt, you try to do that anyway. I have to literally drag you off me by the hair after two. That’d just be an extra reward for you.”

“You won’t let me do anything!” Kurt yells slightly, all wound up. Breath shaky as he tries not to sob under you. He can feel you pulsing around him, squeezing his desperate cock so badly, like you’re teasing him even more! And he’s trying so so hard not to just bust in you right there.

Whines wracking his body as you experimentally bounce on him. Wanting to cross his arms over his chest, or throw them up in defeat, but only able to squeeze your thighs more in need, and grip onto you for dear life, while whining vocally.

Which is when you decide to make your move. Sitting right down on Kurt rather suddenly, with a force that gets him to gasp, giving you the opportunity to take your poor boyfriends chin in between your thumb and fingers, and make him look up at you.

“Hey... If you start being a good boy for me, I’ll let you cum inside, like I promised.”

Kurt’s eyes widen.

He shoots up, leaning up instead, while you still have a grip on his chin, bouncing on his cock, before Kurt’s immediately attaching his mouth to your neck.

Kurt kisses up and down your neck so much. Moaning as his plush lips and wet tongue taste you, kissing and sucking marks into your flesh, grazing his teeth over it, and moaning genuine breaths of pleasure and need, hot onto your spit covered skin. Yeah, he was definitely enjoying this too.

Your hand gripped his full brown hair, and he could feel your loud moan from your throat against his mouth and tongue, as you arched your head back loud, fucking down stickily onto his hard cock. Gripping onto Kurt’s hair and neck, as he lapped needily onto your own, fucking back up into you with his hands squeezed tight around your thighs. Tasting you, as your thrusts get harder and harder, and he can moan more right into your neck.

Maybe he really should start working on being a good boy for you more often.

[lustyshark]

Thought of kurt and pillow riding? He's just so needy he can't help himself

100000000% Kurt does this.

And he steals your pillow.

Whether you’re in a relationship with him or not, Kurt’s getting a hold of your pillow somehow. It doesn’t matter if he’s humping it in his bed, after he’s taken it home, or in your bed, while maybe you’re in the shower or something. But he’s keeping the pillow. He’s gotta keep it for multiple uses. Well, until maybe it starts to not smell of you anymore, not even in his mind. Then he may clean it, since it’ll be very obvious it’s ‘dirty’ (I mean, there wasn’t a mass of white splotches all over it earlier), and swap it out for a new one of yours, if he’s not gotten past the small phase and moved on. If he’s in a relationship with you, there’s other things he can do, including actually fucking you, and the pillow was just a new exciting thing.

The first time he does it, Kurt’s still in his sweatpants, no underwear, and he cums within a minute. Granted he’d been so painfully horny before that, from having seen you naked as ty walked into his shower before work, saying you were late and there was no time for a morning quicky. So the first minute his cock touches something solid, that it can rut against, he’s immediately sporting a wet stain in his pants.

He gets extremely needy. Kurt starts off fluffing the pillow, moulding it so it’s wrapped around his hard cock. A good surrounding, almost like a hole, to milk him. But all sense of him messing with that gets thrown out the window as soon as he stops focusing on trying to get it right, and the thought of you actually pops into his head.

Kurt’s humping the pillow with no care, just an intrinsic need to fuck. To fuck you, so badly. He grunts, and moans, and whines, with his eyes all scrunched up. As he shifts his hips into your pillow, his cock covered in his own spit, rubbing against the soft item that smells of your shampoo. He goes from whimpering your name, to crying it loudly. Pleas mixed with apologies, for being bad, but still begging for you at the the time.

He knew how you’d chide him if you caught him like this. How you’d call him a bad boy, and tease him, talk about how needy he was. It just made him want you to come see him more.

Kurt just needs you so bad. He imagines you catching him, and forcing him to keep going while you just watch. And he would, he’d perform so well for you!

He pictures it being your perfect hole he’s fucking instead. He imagines being surrounded by your warmth, as he gets to fuck you, holding onto your skin, kissing up and down all over your body and face, he didn’t care how messy they would be. How messy you two could be. Remembering the other times he’s fucked you, feeling what it feels like, while he attempts to blow his load all over your pillow.

Kurt also wants you speaking to him in that way you do where you act like he’s so cute. Adoring over your poor boy, who was clearly too needy without you. Kurt craves your loving touches, the way you’d tenderly stroke him, pet him, telling him he was being such a good boy for you right now, as he picks up the pace grinding against your pillow. You call him all those loving names, baby, puppy, sweetheart, as you tell him he’s being so good, so sweet to see him unable to wait for you. Does he want you to take over? You look after him? Or does he want to show you just what he wants to do to you.

He’ll shamelessly call your name out. Words spilling out faster than his brain can keep up, a whine as he bites his lip before saying “Oh y/n, feel so good.” But then he opens his eyes and with a whimper, remembers you’re not there. Oh well. He focuses on fucking that pillow more, getting an angle that makes him swear to himself. Doing just what makes him feel good, his dick twitching against the needily grasped pillow.

Picturing your face in mind as he feels every sensation through his throbbing cock, and remembering how it feels when he’s squeezed inside your walls. God he needs you so badly. At least this smells of you. At least it’s yours. He just needs to feel so good right now.

He swears his balls are so full, Kurt always is desperate to fuck you. He needs to cum all the time, and he’ll do whatever you say, if it means he can, cause he trusts you in those times. But when you’re not here, Kurt will do whatever, to make himself feel good in your obvious absence. And fucking his hard cock shamelessly into your pillow feels too good.

He plans it so you walk in on him now. He comes to find the risk thrilling, knowing you’ve caught him in ‘provocative’ situations before. He wants you to take pictures of him being so needy, photograph him as your little slut, your greedy boy, and he wants you to say whatever you want to him. As long as you’re giving him his attention, and as long as you make him keep going.

You could even record it. Threaten to leak that as his first sex tape. When you know if he does do one with you, he already knows exactly what he wants to show his fans for his first one.

He’ll sit on top of it sometimes too, when he fucks it. Occasionally he’ll even ride it to feel something from behind, not just stimulating his cock. Even though the pillow can’t do much, the sensation of him rubbing his ass against it feels so good. Sometimes Kurt will do that when he’s sitting on your legs too, not just humping them with him cock, it feels nice. He doesn’t really know why it feels so nice, but he likes rocking his ass against you.

Kurt also imagines you fucking him instead, pushing your fingers inside until he’s just a drooling mess on the bed, for clearly being so needy if he just has to fuck your pillow. You’re doing him a favour! He obviously needed you to help him out, help make him feel good. Or Kurt continuing to rut against your pillow, as you’re pinning him to it while you fuck him from behind, in whatever way you can.

Kurt sometimes gets rougher, imagining it’s your throat he’s fucking while he watches your fucked out face, gagging around him, or that he’s fucking your hole so good, so powerfully. Speeding up his thrusts against the pillow as he demeaningly asks ‘yeah you like that?’ Going as hard and fast as he wants against your inanimate object, and imagining your eyes rolled back as you can barely take him, the spit forming in the corner of your lips, your nails digging into his hands for him to keep going as he just keeps fucking your holes.

But then Kurt’s hips get tired, and he imagines making it better. Soothing you, stroking over your face, petting you just like how he likes to get pet, with small hushes. Apologising for being harsh, kissing over your eyes and mouth until you’re smiling up at Kurt again, and he can smile back. Tenderly making love to you instead, which he wants, arguably, more.

When he feels himself leaking pre he whines, he doesn’t want to waste his cum, he wants to use it all on you. He wants to fill you with his cum, he wants you marked with him, and full by him, he thinks about breeding you (whether that’s possible or not). But then he starts to feel so good. And he knows it’s all because of you, because he’s thinking of you, and he knows you love watching him cum. Even if it’s not inside you, you still enjoy watching him cumming on his own hand, or cumming over your face, your chest, and Kurt mumbles about showing you just how much you get him off. He humps his pillow harder, holding it to his shaky thighs and feeling it bundled close to his heated skin, as moans tumble out of his thick lips, his face so soft with his desperation for you, his love, and also scrunched from how hard he’s fucking this pillow and cumming all over it. Spreading your pillow with his seed. As he imagines himself fucking you while you cum, wrapping your legs around him as you let Kurt spill himself inside you, spouting your love for him. Kurt finishing with loud moans, promising he loves you, he loves you so much.

He won’t even stop when he’s come. He’ll just keep going, sometimes imagining you teasing him because he’d been so needy, so of course he’ll want more.

Kurt also just doesn’t want to stop. He doesn’t have the self control to not cum when he wants, alone. And Kurt wants to keep going, he wants to relive those memories of you more. He wants to cum again.

Kurt just drools and whines as he feels himself get so sensitive, still rubbing himself into that soaked pillow. Eventually slowing a little, and giving one final sniff to the top of your pillow he’s managed to keep clean, checking that it still smells of you. And that scent is so comforting to him, as he comes down from his high, and collapses into the bed.

And most of this isn’t his imagination. Of course sometimes the thrill is just him quickly riding your pillow and cumming on it, letting it absorb into your pillow, even though he keeps it for himself after. Sometimes that’s just the fun of it, as he quickly gets off.

But when he’s really thinking of you, pretending your pillow is you, or hoping you walk in, some of it is fantasy, things he wants or imagines himself doing to you, and some of it is remembering actual sex he’s had with you. He knows you could react in either of those dom ways he drools over. And, he would 100% ride your his pillow in front of you, if you just told him to keep going. He’d still be lightly humping it every so often, if only for the twitch of his hips, because his body can’t help it, when you first see him and open up the conversation.

Kurt will do anything for you, especially if you ask him to. Kurt keeps riding his pillow, his tip leaking as soon as you walked in the room and caught him that first time. He probably would’ve exploded into the pillow case on sight, if he’d actually been at it for long.

It hadn’t been the first time you’d caught Kurt masturbating, or using something of yours to do so. This was just a game you two had, and you knew Kurt loved playing with you.

When you walk into the room, after an encouraging greeting, asking Kurt what he was up to, he reaches his hand out for you when you come close. Falling a little on his pillow, but steadying himself again, eyes pleading for you instead. “Come- c-can you come touch me, please?” He begs, moaning in soft breaths for you as he ruts deeper into your ‘missing’ pillow.

You shake your head gently, giving him a sweet smile. “No sweet boy, you’re doing so well!” Kurt whined defeatedly at your croon, but snapped back to attention when you continued talking to him. “I wanna watch you for a bit, okay puppy? You gonna show me just how much you missed me while I was gone?”

Kurt likes that much more. Nodding eagerly as he licks his lips, keeping his tongue stuck out as he works extra hard on fucking your pillow for you now. Nodding as he eagerly keeps eye contact with you. “Y-yeah! Promise.... have to- gonna show you.” He hissed, a little sensitive, but he knows he has to keep going now. He has to make this scene fun for you to watch, he has to prove to you just how much he missed you, like you said. “Need you so much.” He promises you once again, tongue still stuck on the corner of his upper lip.

“Oh. Such a good boy.” You praise, and you have to stifle a giggle at the way Kurt’s head nearly falls off his shoulders at that, whining up to the sky. A hum of your name on his lips, as he keeps fucking your pillow, more vigorous now. All your sweet little pet names getting Kurt to pant for you, as he fucked down on the messed up pillow, all your sweet encouraging talk to him making his chest swell, as he tries not to cum at just your voice.

And then you placed your hand on his back. Kurt moaned out a “Fuck!” Looking over at you with desperation. Fucking his pillow at a different angle now, to lean into your touch more, and you supported his naked, and very hot to the touch, back as he did so. Rubbing your hand up and down it, circling his sensitive lower back as his hips quivered. Even though you knew touching him there was making it worse. “Good boy. I’ve got you Kurtie.”

Kurt was going to explode, with you finally touching him like that. Pre was already creaming the pillow, but he could only keep his eyes on you, moving back into the solid touch of your hand. And then- “Go ahead baby. Cum for me.”

Once Kurt’s finished blowing his very large load, fucking it more into the pillow that smelled of you once he was done, to show you what a good boy he really was, you found it hard to separate the abused pillow from his body. Kurt had fallen on top of it, collapsed sweatily, and body rolling with waves of pleasure.

You’d soothed his back as he did so, giving him so much praise, just as he deserved, whispered near his ears as you pecked all over his face. You didn’t want to hurt him by pulling the pillow out from beneath his legs, since you knew he’d still be sensitive down there. But retracting it from his side was proving nearly impossible too, with how sweaty Kurt’s naked body was, and how much he’d collapsed onto it out of exhaustion.

The easiest option, was for you to lie on your shared bed next to him, since Kurt was still following your every move with his eyes, and patting your chest and asking “Cuddle?”

Kurt managed to squirm off his pillow and eagerly lie on you then immediately.

You didn’t even mind being squished under him, he was your boyfriend. And even though your pants would need a good wash, with Kurt laying on them, you were just happy to be able to give Kurt aftercare.

He decided to lay on your chest, cushioning his face there, which also gave you access to run your hands through his long hair. And Kurt just laughed, smiling into your chest, as breaths finally left his worked out lungs in laughs, beaming up at you when you laughed too. Although he closed his eyes happily, when you leant down to kiss his forehead.

You knew to wait a few minutes, let him cuddle with you and calm down. Before asking him if he wanted you to touch him, way more directly this time. You knew Kurt would jump at that, disregarding if his body had time to catch up or not. My god was he horny. Even if he just unbuttoned your pants and started lazily fucking you from this position. Not even lifting his body off you, just shifting up and down, as he smiles and pants above your face, the small time he’s not kissing you. But, even with his insane levels of horniness (and how much cum Kurt had holy shit), and even if Kurt deserved a very good fucking after this, he was also deeply in love with you, and so were you with him. He needed this time, to just lie with you, be held, and you wanted it too.

You’d cuddle him very happily, a lot longer.

[lustyshark]

I feel like Kurt would get super needy really, really easily. Imagining him humping your thigh desperately while your tryna do something 🤭

Oh he absolutely does. Kurt is needy 24/7. Whether you two have started something or not, he’s already needy for you

Kurt Kunkle x reader

You pat your thigh so Kurt could help with your necklace, it was a pretty thing Kurt had bought you after coming back from spreeing one day. But now it was caught in your hair, and you can’t quite see where it’s stuck, or figure out how to get it out without ripping a chunk out your own head. So Kurt, like the helpful boyfriend he is, of course moved over with a “Yeah sure” when you asked him to help. And then, when you pat your leg for him to sit, oh Kurt was so happy he agreed.

He got your necklace undone gracefully, for a Kurt move, because he imagined that kinda hurts, being stuck like that. He’s had so many things stuck in his hair, some of that recently. But then, as soon as it was done, which he told you of, and he got a “Thank you Kurt.”, as soon as he got that praise, that smile up from you... Kurt knows he’s going to do it.

Kurt starts grinding himself on your leg, looking down at you, his features all so soft as he starts rutting on top of you, keeping his hands on your shoulders.

Your eyes widen a little, looking him up and down, before holding onto your boyfriends hips, sliding your hands just that bit further to be half holding his ass. “Oh? Was someone needy?”

“Yes.” Kurt breathes out, humping your leg with less care now, since you were playing along with his game.

“Was this your plan all along?” You gently squeezed him.

Kurt shook his head, still grinding “N-No, no. But... I’ve thought about it, all the time.”

“What? Fucking my thigh?”

“Mmh!” Kurt moaned, wrapping his hands over the back of your neck, watching your chest bounce in time with each thrust he gave you. His clothed cock hard, and throbbing, being pressed into you over and over with his movements. “Please...”

“Please what Kurt? You want to cum already?”

Kurt whined high. That wasn’t what he meant, but you talking like that had made him even closer. Kurt could probably cum within seconds of being touched, if you ordered him to. Maybe even without.

Kurt sidles closer on your lap, pressing his nose to your forehead and breathing hard and hot against it, his chest trying to lean into yours, as he keeps humping you. Rolling his hips into your warm thigh, and feeling how much he ached for you.

The sofa was creaking a little now. You knew it could support your weights, but Kurt had heard, and like the horny guy he was, he started fucking your thigh faster and harder, listening to the squeaks, as he sighed needily against your head.

“It’s okay Kurtie. You can cum if you need to.” You held Kurt’s backside close to you, moving back slightly to look up at him, because you knew Kurt loved to see you when he came.

Kurt whined, humping your leg faster and faster and faster and more and more and more, until he was throbbing so hard, he finally let himself spill. Cum shooting out of his dick in loads, as he kept humping your thigh, coating your leg in his seed as he sighed loudly, groaning as he came down from his high. Still keeping his eye contact with you, as his red lip was fallen open, humping you dumbly as he kept on cumming, whining all while watching you.

“So good Kurt. Thank you baby.” You stroked his lower back tenderly. Smiling when it made Kurt arch, you could almost feel how that sent sparks through his dick. Watching him finish cumming, as he held your face gently in his warm hands.

Even though Kurt felt himself finally stop cumming on your thigh, he still kept rutting. It was like his brain had gone stupid, he barely even realised he was doing it. Kurt hummed, giving out a soft “Thank you.” But Kurt’s hips never stopped. They only slowed a little with his last shot of cum, but then he’d gone back to a lazy pace again. Still humping himself into your thigh.

You giggled, knowing even for Kurt, he definitely had to have stopped cumming now, he was just being so silly. You placed your hand on his thigh, and Kurt sucked in air through his teeth, humping faster, until you spoke. “Sssh Kurt. You can have a break baby. Can fuck me when you get off my lap, okay?”

Kurt’s eyes widened, finally some brain cells coming back, as you could see the mist clearing from his eyes. Although apparently not all of them, as he scrambled off your lap, hissing and grabbing his crotch, through his utterly soaked now dark sweats, in sensitivity, before sitting his butt down on the floor, almost falling, and looking up at you on the sofa. “Yes! But I want to give you head first.”

[lustyshark]

We Can Still Have Fun

Kurt Kunkle x reader

(Summary: When you walk in on Kurt in a precarious situation, with your underwear he’d just stolen from your bedroom, you can’t help but close the door behind you when you see those big brown eyes. Notes: reuploaded from my ao3. F!reader, dom!reader. Virgin, perv, subby, bratty, good boy Kurt. 18+. 9k)

Kurt was your friend, so you knew that he and his mom never locked their side door in such a secluded area. You didn’t want to disturb Mrs. Kunkle if she was in, you only needed to see Kurt for a second. He’d left his wallet at your home accidentally when he’d been hanging out earlier today, and he hadn’t answered his phone, so you thought it was easier to just step inside and chuck it at him, maybe teasingly tell him how much of a klutz he was, Kurt the klutz, before leaving back home. It was dark, but still early on in the night, and you knew you’d only be a minute.

You quickly shut the door behind you into the hallway, noting how all the lights were on, and made your way to Kurt’s bedroom, wallet in hand. Your free palm turned the knob on the door “H-“

You froze in the doorway. Kurt hadn’t noticed you in the small opening, and in his hands were a pair of your panties, ones you wore all the time, but worse that that, Kurt was rubbing himself with them.

Kurt had gotten the tip of his dick perfectly aligned with the area of your panties your pussy would lie on, knowing there might be a stain or two there, and he kept fiddling to get them positioned just right, as they’d move every few times he viscously stroked himself into them. Like a desperate man he wasn’t slow, he leant his head back and moaned pornographically as he bobbed his dick up and down through the material of your used underwear. Sitting alone on his discarded mattress in the corner of his room that lacked a bed frame, fisting his dick into your stolen panties.

But as his head was angled back in pleasure, that’s when he noticed the light beaming in through the doorway. His hand flung from his dick, underwear still dangling onto his erection that was firm up against his stomach, and he looked in horror as he saw you standing in the doorway, slack jawed in the exact same way he was.

“Y/-“ he swallowed hard, like he had no spit “Y/n?” It was barely a whisper. His eyes were blown wide, terrified about what you’d just seen, about what you could still see- his hands quickly went to cover his junk and the evidence, moaning a little accidentally as he made contact- terrified you were going to bolt.

But instead you did something that almost surprised even you, you closed his bedroom door, but only after you’d stepped inside.

This time when Kurt whined, you could tell it wasn’t to do with his raging hard on, he was so scared or nervous or ashamed, as you just stepped closer silently, not anywhere he could touch, but standing above him next to the bed.

Seeing his dick, pathetically stuffed into your panties, did something to your chest you weren’t so pleased to admit, especially when you felt your throat getting dry, but you could tell it was for the wrong reasons, you knew this feeling. Avoiding wetting your lips, you looked into Kurt’s eyes sternly, but spoke with a calm, straight voice. “Take them off Kurt.”

Immediately, face red and eyes rimmed and glassy, looking like he was about to cry at any second, Kurt used one finger, trying to minimise the damage, as he carefully lifted your underwear off his dick, putting it to the side instead, waiting with a hung head for you to speak again.

The tip of his dick was red, a glob of pre leaking out the head, and twitching as you moved closer, almost breathing on Kurt’s neck. Fuck. You knew it shouldn’t be turning you on. But you’d always thought Kurt was cute. He was your friend, but you liked teasing him, it was fun to watch him get flustered, and if he ever did have the balls to make a move, you weren’t so sure you’d pull away either. Plus you hadn’t been laid in forever, so you could try and blame your feelings on that.

You stayed in your position of power, straightening up a little, and looking Kurt right in his wide brown eyes. “Did you steal those panties? Earlier today when you were in my room?”

“Y/n lis-I-I-I’m sorry, I-“

“No.” You interrupted calmly, noting how Kurt looked like a terrified child being scolded. “Answer me. Did you steal those from my bedroom today?” You waited impatiently.

Kurt nodded, tears finally spilling as he rubbed the back of his hand miserably against his pink cheeks. “I’m sorry.” He choked out the last word, whimpering to himself as he desperately tried to cover his lap with his arms.

“Don’t.” You held out your hand. Kurt stopped trying to spill out apologies, instead, looking at you in shock as he realised what your order meant, when you took his wrist by his wet sleeve, and lifted his arms up, exposing his completely naked lower half, and his cock that was still somehow completely erect. Maybe it hadn’t gone down because of your presence.

You tutted loudly, making Kurt bash his eyelashes down in shame, they were sparkling with his tears. “You were really that desperate for me huh?”

Kurt couldn’t look at you, or his crotch, he stared to the side, making sure to avoid your sullied panties. “Well- I-“

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” You snapped. Kurt’s head whipped up, immediately following your orders. He sniffed as he sucked in his lips, tasting the salty tears that had fallen onto there.

“You must really want me badly huh? Kurt?”

Kurt wanted to look away again, but he didn’t dare, nodding flushed as he stared right into your eyes.

“I bet I turn you on so much.” This time you didn’t need to wait as long. Kurt nodded, but he looked totally ashamed. The pitiful look he was giving you was actually going to wreck you.

You moved slightly closer to his unmade bed, his eyes following you the entire time. “I bet you’re a real dirty slut, huh Kurtie?”

“N-no.” He looked at you puzzled, almost offended, until he yelped, as you sat yourself down on his naked legs, just at the end of his knees though, not near the area desperate for attention. “Don’t lie to me.” You told him bitterly, shuffling yourself a little on your knees, especially since he was too afraid to hold you in place. “You’ve gotta be. The way you’re stealing women’s panties and jerking yourself off with them pathetically, alone in your room, like a pervert.”

Kurt turned red, but instinctively moved his eyes away from you again, shrugging into shoulder, more tears spilt from the movement. “I can’t be.” He mumbled.

You would’ve leant back if you wouldn’t have fallen off his knees. Now you understood. “You’re a virgin?”

Kurt nodded into himself, hiding behind his greasy hair, looking like he wanted a black hole to open up and swallow him right now. He was still crying.

You didn’t think about the way it made your stomach flip in excitement even more. “Do you not wanna be anymore?”

Kurt’s eyes shot to you now. Straightening up a little purely in shock, trying to wriggle around under your weight. “W-I-what?”

“It’s a yes or no question.” You furrowed your brows at him when speaking, but quickly afterwards your eyes went back to that kind, normal look Kurt was used to, letting him know this was really you right now, and you were still his friend. “You can say no if you want to Kurt.”

At finally understanding what was happening Kurt’s eyes flew open “No!! I mean!!! Wait! I mean n-no, d-d-don’t leave... me. Please.” He thrusted his hips up pathetically, he didn’t even mean to. “I want to.”

You smirked at him, lightly still, looking down to his hardness, where his pre had long since dripped a long slow line down the underside of his cock. “Oh really?”

Kurt nodded enthusiastically, you’d only seen him this excited before about viewing numbers. “I really wanna-!”

At this you smiled, finally giving Kurt something, as you leant your hand against his chest, following Kurt’s eyes down to it and you could tell by the way he lips popped open for a breath he’d been imagining even that touch for the longest time. You slid your hand under his shirt, finding some surprising chest hair at the top, but noting the way Kurt hissed through his teeth in pleasure as your hand rubbed past his nipple to get there. So of course, you ran your hand back down, smiling at the little noises he made “ah- ah!”

“Take your shirt off.” You ordered, drinking in the way he scrambled to do as you asked, messily managing to take his shirt off, throwing it to the side of his room with no care. You kept your hand on his chest, grazing past his nipple with your thumb just once. Kurt whined needily.

“Are your nipples sensitive?” You asked curiously, wanting to get some genuine information out of him as you worked on your task. Kurt just whimpered. “I think I’m a-all sensitive, all the places.”

You nodded at this, it seem to fit what you knew about Kurt. He quickly spoke up again. “No one’s- no one’s really touched me, like, at all, in years. Like I don’t mean t-touching me like that, I mean-“

“At all?” You finished. He nodded. You bit your lip, feeling sad for him, when his eyes met yours.

“Until you.”

You smiled, rubbing up his pec but leaving his nipple for now.

“You’re the first person who’d hugged me in... ages, years.”

Kurt’s hand went up to reach your cheek but you grabbed his wrist in your own, taking his other and restraining them both against his collarbone, so his knuckles were pressing into his chin. “I thought I was in charge?” You asked daringly, and Kurt seemed to know his place, eagerly nodding under your gaze. “Yes m-mistress.”

Mistress. You didn’t mind the sound of that. “Good boy.” You gave one quick praise, noting the way he whined under you. You let one hand go, restraining him with just the left, as your right went back to flick agaisnt his nipple, not missing the way his hips shifted into the covers.

“Did you cum yet?” You asked, rubbing your hand down to his happy trail, drinking in the sound of his gulps “Before I got here?”

“No.” Kurt answered smally.

“Good.” You leant in close to his ear, nibbling his lobe for just a few seconds, careful to keep your lips away as you’d use them later. Kurt was soundless at this, but the fact he’d touched you for the first time, putting the pads of his fingers needily against your stomach as he reached out for you, told you how amazing that must’ve felt to him. And as you looked up, you saw the sound practically stuck in his throat, his eyes squinted and rolled back.

You didn’t lift your shirt off all the way, but you raised the material a little so Kurt could have his hand under your top, just gently resting to the right of your stomach, where you realised he felt most happy right now, just being able to touch you, feel you there with him, hold you.

You were still on the edge of his knees, shifting to the side only for a second to grab your stolen panties, the tiniest of wet spots marking one of the bleach stains in them, and you smirked to yourself as you toyed them in your fingers, mainly from the way Kurt looked at you from your peripheral.

His mouth was hung open dumbly, eyes hooded, until you put your panties right in his face. “You like sniffing women’s underwear huh? Like a dirty stalker?” Kurt sniffed in a teary way and you could tell the tears were just being held back, but he drank in the smell, eyes closed as he breathed in, rubbing his face against the cloth comfortingly like a blanket. “Only yours.”

You ripped his comforter out of his face, making him look at you and take in what he was admitting to. “You’re a really bad boy Kurt.” You hadn’t expected that to make the floodgates burst again, his face scrunching up before he began to cry properly now, but you could tell he absolutely lapped it up at the same time. “Stealing my used panties just to spill your tiny load into. How pathetic can you get?” He cried more, shaking his hair out his face as his fingers rubbed up and down the small section of your stomach daintily, innocently. “I bet you’d cum just from one touch of my hand on your dick.”

Kurt whimpered harder, hips gyrating into the bed, “P-please y/n... n-n-need you...” he begged needily, fingers itching at your stomach now, knees almost buckling under you.

You leant in closer to his face. “I don’t know if a dirty boy like you deserves to cum under me.”

He moaned harder.

“I’ll have to see if I want to use you or not, now I can’t touch myself through those panties anymore.”

Kurt whimpered, licking up his tears, his ass shifted more into the bed, he couldn’t stay still.

“Now you’ve dirtied them I can’t even touch them.” You scoffed. “But I guess I should touch you?” You asked sarcastically, but Kurt couldn’t answer, he was so under your spell.

With that you leaned forward and finally pressed your lips against his. It wasn’t a deep make out session in the slightest. But you slotted your warm lips in with his, noting how wet his mouth was. He breathed out hot needy pants into your own, once he remembered to breathe after you were initially just moving your lips against his. You slid your lower lip under his upper one in the short kiss when you felt something damp flop against you.

When you pulled back Kurt was full on sobbing, and you looked down to see his load all over his legs and stomach, and some on your jeans as well. His dick, while still somewhat half hard, had fallen back between both of your laps, and you looked up at him stunned. Both his hands were still on your torso, having not moved.

“I-I-“ he breathed in shakily “I’m sorry!” He sobbed, and you looked at him genuinely surprised. “I-! I didn’t mean to!” Kurt wailed hard, hiccuping on his breaths. You didn’t mean to either, not to make him cum yet, and he seemed to have found it just as unexpected as you.

He’d cum just from you kissing.

He was bawling pathetically by this point, and he was an ugly crier, snot dripped out his nose and his eyes were red, lips puffy and swollen, as he shook out more cries. You noticed his dick was still half hard though.

“It’s okay.” You finally said, a smile painting itself on your lips. “It’s alright Kurtie.” You stood up and Kurt’s hand trailed from your stomach, still reaching out as you left, looking up at you desperately, but you kept smiling at him, going over to his desk where a box of tissues was, and wiping at his nose first. You gave him the tissue once you’d dabbed a little, “Blow” you encouraged, watching him clean up his face even as he still sobbed quietly some, only stopping as he noticed you’d gone straight from handing him a tissue, to cleaning up the mess he’d left on your, and then his leg. He’d stopped crying completely by the time he watched you gently move a new tissue down his stomach, cleaning him off. You left his dick as it was though.

Even as he was crying it’d only gotten fully erect again, he probably liked some if not all of this.

“It’s perfectly okay beautiful boy.” You praised and reassured him, gently leading a hand to his cheek as he’d so wanted before. And he gratefully took it, burying his cheek into your palm with a soft moan, relaxing more, which meant his hips had started thrusting into the air again, as you gently stroked his soft skin. “I think it’s hot you came without being touched. Just by me kissing you.”

His moan was less soft this time. His hand finding purchase on your stomach yet again, but this time gaining a little more confidence, his thumb and forefinger needily pulling at the hem of your shirt.

“Don’t worry” you got him to look at you with that, and he licked his salty lips with anticipation “we can still have fun.”

With that, you shoved his chest down, making him lie flat on his back as you crawled closer, smirking. “Think I can kiss you again without creaming yourself Kunkle?”

Kurt licked his lips for a different reason this time, nodding fervently as you kissed him again. He was sloppy, very over eager, you weren’t actually sure if he’d ever kissed someone before, but it was cute. He jammed his tongue down your throat, moaning loudly as he excitedly tried to explore your mouth. It even went outwards a little, licking at your chin as he tried to touch you with his mouth as much as he could. You settled him a little by sucking on his tongue, making him slow down, even as you could feel your cheeks getting wet from how big he was trying to make the kiss.

You pulled back, a trail of spit connecting your two lips that was definitely mostly from him, as you felt his hand tugging more desperately at your shirt. “Pl-please can you take it off?” He whined.

You grasped his chin at that point, wet but not as much as yours, moving your fingers up to smush his cheeks together. “Are you forgetting who’s in charge?” You asked demeaningly.

Kurt shook his head fast, still trying to keep in your grip, lest you get more upset.

You leant closer, repaying him a little and you licked a long luxurious stripe up his face, flicking your tongue off as it reached his hairline. Kurt nearly melted into the mattress right there. “You can try and beg for it, it might help.” You whispered into his ear, feeling his hands immediately grasp for yours, even his legs tried to hold onto you, but you slapped his knee and he put them back down again.

“Please.” He groaned, finding it hard to swallow. “Please... please mistress.” He ran a hand up and down your waist. “Please. Please please please I-. I need to see you. I need you. Please. I wanna touch. Oh please. Let me I’ll be so good!” He begged, trying to lean his head up so you could see him nod even a few centimetres closer, his lips were puffy and wet, and you didn’t think he even realised he was pouting at you.

You ran your thumb down his lips, noticing how his eyes tried to follow, and how his mouth was so hot to the touch. You leaned down again, only pecking. Kurt tried to hold back a whine of displeasure, until you started kissing all over his face, pecking wherever you could, and hearing Kurt sigh so relaxedly into your ear pooled warmth in your stomach.

You moved so you were sitting in Kurt’s lap, just not close enough for him to be able to rut himself into you, but still perched comfortably. Once you’d done that you stopped touching him, only to use both your arms to take your top off, still wearing a bra and trousers on top of his naked form.

Even though your chest was still partly covered, Kurt looked up at you like he worshipped you, and it did wonders for your ego. You started stroking his arms, happy when he lifted his arms above his head and crossed his wrists over each other having not needed to be asked, letting you move him without hesitation.

You pressed a kiss to his right nipple, and he almost arched himself into your chest with how far he rose. “Good boy.” You soothed quietly, rubbing the middle of his chest till he sat back down, whining as he watched, needing to know what you’d do next.

You grabbed his wrists from where he’d put them for you, keeping his hands there while you went to explore his chest. It had a bit more hair than you’d expected but not a mess of it, and his skin was adorned with freckles and moles across it. Leaving only one hand against his wrists, You took your free one and played your fingers against each marking “Your freckles are cute Kurtie.” You kept your eyes on his torso as you spoke, feeling his gaze watching over you. He seemed to not know how to respond to this praise, but soon you were leaning your face close, and you wrapped your lips around his left nipple.

“Aah!” He gasped before seeming to quickly hush himself. You felt his hands twitch as if he wanted to cover his mouth, but he dared not move under your touch, especially as you started to suck on him.

Whiny, breathy pants left his mouth as you flicked your tongue against his small nub, suckling on it as you finally made eye contact, swirling your tongue around his nipple as you continued sucking. You pulled off with a went pant after a while, letting some saliva stick to his skin, making a bit of a show for your poor boy.

“Please.” Kurt begged, knowing the rules now. “Please the other one mistress.”

“What do you want me to do to the other one Kurt?” You teased, enjoying the small cry he let out “You have to tell me what you want if you want it good boy.”

“P-please tou-s-suck on my other nipple.”

You smirked.

“Please mistress. I-I wa-I need it so badly.” He started wriggling again, it almost annoyed you, but he kept his wrists deadly still for you. “Please I need your mouth on my chest-on me, I need it, please I’m-I’ll be so good. I’ll be your good boy just for you y/n.”

That did it for you. Your hands reached to your jeans, leaning down to peck his other nipple quickly, smiling widely as that seemingly let out an even bigger moan that earlier with less contact. He must’ve been really riled up.

He tried to move his hands to cover up his sounds this time, ears alert to the noise of your belt unbuckling. His dick twitched at the metal sound. But it also fired his mind up in a different direction.

“M-My mommmmm might hear.” He voiced his concerns lowly, trying to whisper but his voice was too shaky to be that quiet. Kurt’s eyes flicked to the closed door and his tongue wet at his lips, watching it in horror as his heartbeat started to become audible, looking down at you hoping for an answer.

You rolled your eyes just so he could see, leaning away from your zip for a moment and to the side, Kurt’s heart only got faster at your sharp tone of voice. “Well then you better be quiet.” You stuffed your panties from earlier into his mouth, making sure he could still breathe, but you already knew he could as he groaned around them, the sound slightly muffled but his eyes fell back into his head and he relaxed further into the mattress. You licked a stripe up his left nipple before continuing to undress your pants. Now Kurt looked back up.

“Unless you want your mommy to find out what a bad boy you really are?” Kurt whined almost silently at that, his boyish face looking deep into yours as he shook his head, eyes dark, wide and pleading. He went to take your hand but before he could you finally gave one long stroke to his cock, Kurt crying out in surprise against your underwear, eyes squinting hard.

“You wouldn’t want her to know your dirty little secret, right?” You asked, finishing off your slow stroke before placing your hand back on his knee.

Kurt’s chest rose and fell hard, he had to take a few breaths to calm himself down, before he could reach for your hand again. His own was shaking, tenderly placing your fingertips to the material of your underwear in his mouth. Understanding, you took it out for a second, to let him say what he needed.

“I-“ he panted “I’m a good boy.”

You liked the confidence as he spoke that sentence. And you enjoyed the fact he’d asked your permission to remove the cloth and speak, rather than taking it out himself. You rewarded him with a kiss, a short but tender, loving one, before gently placing the material back inside his lips. “I know you are. You’ve been very good for me so far, haven’t you?” You asked, stroking affectionately against his cheek.

Kurt was dying, nodding affirmatively, eyes pooling warm in yours, sighing as you calmly stroked his cheek, compared to how he felt when you stroked further south.

“And you’re gonna be a good boy for the rest of the night? Aren’t you kurt?” With this you held a little harsher on his chin, but your other hand stroked lazily through his brown locks. He nodded once again.

“Good.” With that you reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, not looking at Kurt yet but making a small show, cracking your neck as you flung it onto Kurt’s door handle, smiling. “Now that feels better.”

Kurt’s hands were firm in your lap where they’d been placed before, you could feel them clenching and unclenching into his palm on your skin. You dug your nails just slightly into the back of his hand, watching him wince but not doing it hard enough to properly hurt him. “No touching.”

His expression dropped forlornly.

“Not unless I say. Got it?”

Nodding once again, you tapped Kurt’s head in what he understood was a slight affectionate gesture, or a pat well done.

He sat eagerly under your lap, just watching you. Waiting for your next move, or for you to tell him what to do. He was entranced.

Finally, you moved further up, only wearing your panties, Kurt totally naked, and you hovered over his crotch.

Kurt could practically feel your warmth, and he was dying for your touch, drool soaking your panties in his mouth.

Slowly you lowered onto him, pressing your clothed cunt against his erection, and Kurt screamed into your underwear as he felt a spot of warm heat from your pussy, just sitting on his dick.

You ran your hand up his chest, gripping his skin but Kurt didn’t seem to care, especially when you started dragging your wet panties up and down his dick, slowly grinding on him.

Kurt wanted to grab your hips. He wanted to dig his claws into your skin and hump himself senseless into your warm covered cunt until you’d completely soaked through your panties and his cock was leaking all over your ruined pussy, having another one of your clothes stained with him, before burying his cock deep inside your sultry walls. But he had to be a good boy. And he cried into his gag, teeth bearing into it as you slowly tortured him.

He was good.

For you, he was good.

“Mmm, even though I’d love to hover myself above you in a different position...” you lifted yourself slightly off him, noting the way water pooled from Kurt’s lips at that mention, even with the gag. “I think-“ you brought his hand close, taking his finger for him and placing it on your clit. Even with the layer in between, the feeling was insane. You rubbed his hand on it, and you could tell Kurt knew what was going on by the way his hips thrusted under you, trying and occasionally successfully rubbing himself against your skin. “I think I’m a bit too worked up for that.”

You just had to play with his finger more. Your panties were soaked now, making it easy for you to glide Kurt’s finger along your swollen clit, panting a little at the pleasant sensation, starting to just grind yourself into his hand. That was until Kurt’s finger started to move on its own. He circled your clit with pressure, mimicking what he’d seen in porns, although he only knew where to touch because you’d placed him there. His finger toyed with your clit, and it sent tiny electric sparks into your lower belly every time he touched it, even though he was only going at an even pace, it made your whole body tingle with the sensation. “Jesus I need to fuck you.”

You removed his hand only to place it on your thigh, as you started pulling your underwear down, Kurt tried to help you as best he could now he was sat up, addicted to the way a long string of glistening wet clung to the underside of your panties, as you pulled it away from your cunt. It eventually snapped at your knees and fell against your thigh, and Kurt wished nothing more than to lick it off you.

Seeing exactly where Kurt was mesmerised and too horny to not be touched right now, you took his hand with the one that wasn’t trying to get rid of your underwear, and lead it near your thigh. “Taste it.” You encouraged, finally pulling your panties out his mouth and throwing them on the floor.

And Kurt happily accepted that offer. Drool coating his entire mouth, he took his middle and index finger and swiped them up your thigh, collecting your juices but be being careful not to touch where he was not allowed, just grateful he was allowed even this from you. He never expected any of this. Not with him. He took his two digits and stared at them curiously. Separating them a little, he enjoyed the way strings stuck together between the space, before dripping down his fingers even more.

Curiously, and very eager, he popped them into his mouth, moaning around the taste of them. It was you. It was you he was tasting. He licked and slurped at his fingers, getting in between and sucking off as much as he could, dick pulsing with need, tongue feeling like it was on fire. He needed more. He was addicted to the taste of you. If he liked you a little too much before, he was obsessed now, there was no way out of it. Kurt wanted to drink you up like he hadn’t had water in weeks. He needed to drink from you. He needed more of you, he needed all of you. He wanted you inside him. But as well as that, as he watched you finally free yourself from your panties, landing then on top of your stolen ones, Kurt needed himself inside of you.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” You asked properly, looking into Kurt’s eyes without any touch, just making sure before the two of you went any further. But Kurt’s eyes looked to your own with a fire in them you’d never seen before, it still didn’t stop him stuttering out his answer of “f-y-fuck yeah.”

You smirked, a breath of a giggle escaping your lips at his response, before your hand was running up his chest again, coaxing him onto his back one more, as you took his dick firmly in your grasp.

As expected Kurt groaned once again, deciding upon using his arm to muffle his moans now his hands were freed, but still not wanting anyone to hear, even though he felt like he was going crazy as your hand lingered on his hard dick, slowly dragging him towards your dripping pussy.

You sighed a little as you toyed with the head of his dick up and down your wet folds, coating his red tip with your juices to make sure he was lubriacted enough, groaning a small amount in the back of your throat as you saw how it made Kurt’s upper body toss and turn, like you were driving him insane, as he tried to keep his legs still so he could finally have you.

Finally, and not without some resistance due to how long it’d been, you started to feel Kurt inside you.

Kurt moaned loudly and you almost thought he would cum again from just this, but you bit your lip as you slowly sank down onto his length. He was quite long but his girth, fuck. “Fuck you’re thick.” You praised him, a gargle coming out of someone’s throat as you finally sank yourself fully down on him, bottoming out.

Kurt panted beneath you, tongue hung on his lower lip as he looked at you in awe. You were still adjusting to his size, looking down at him you decided to treat him for his first time, taking one of his hands and reaching it up to your tit, letting him feel.

Kurt gasped as he was finally given that pleasure, having wanted nothing more than to touch you there since you’d mentioned his virginity, no, truthfully, since you walked into his life. Although he was too scared to tell you that. He tried to stop his eyes from being so heavy, wanting to remember what this felt like. He squeezed the soft flesh gently, moaning as he was happy to just simply cup your breast for now, dick warming in your cunt. “Y-you’re so mmmm-fu-so tight m-mistress.”

You let him speak this time, gently rolling your hips as a test. “Mmmph, all for you Kurtie.”

Kurt whimpered to the sky, his other hand clinging onto your thigh as you gently nudged your hips again. He could feel himself inside you. His fingers played with your nipple but he was too scared to do much with it and hurt or anger you, he allowed himself one roll between his finger and thumb, before going back to to massaging the tit. “Mmm- I wanna-“

“Wanna what Kurt baby?” You asked, slowly beginning a grinding rhythm, it was only once every few seconds so far. “You don’t wanna cum already, do you baby?”

Kurt shook his head at your teasing, deciding to focus on your breast instead as his mouth got hotter. “I wanna- my mouth- the-the taste- to suck-I...” he whimpered at himself this time, seemingly unsure or too stimulated to know how to ask the question.

Luckily, you understood from the way he was eye fucking your chest. “You wanna suck on my tit? My pretty boy?” Kurt’s head bounced at that, eyes eagerly bobbing between yours and your chest, smiling as he thought he’d get what he wanted now, both hands coming up to toy with your breasts.

But you denied him as you gave another, much larger, thrust forward, even bringing him out his trance for a moment with a moan. “Not yet. I’ve gotta fuck you first sweetheart.” You told him.

Kurt’s eyes widened at that. He seemed perfectly okay with that deal. He let one hand go to watch your tits bounce for when you’d use him, the other seemingly couldn’t let go.

“You can pleasure mistress later.”

He didn’t seem able to stop his head from nodding. He was so happy to do anything you asked, and he really really craved this. Not to mention his fantasies of old all brimming at the front of his mind as he wondered what the two of you would do even later.

You kept moving your hips forward, coming to an even pace now as you felt yourself properly relaxing against him, hands resting on his soft thighs which he seemed to moan at, as you started fucking him.

He felt perfect inside you, your clit throbbing with every thrust, begging to be touched, as he moaned in unison with every move you made. You started to circle your hips now, just feeling him hit every spot imaginable inside you and it felt like heaven, both of you panting together even though you’d only just started.

“Mm y/n... so pretty.” Kurt mumbled dazily, you smiled at that but your head was looking up, using his cock to hit that delicious itching spot every time, until you started to lift yourself off him. Just an inch or so, and then you bottomed him out again, the delicious sound of skin slapping skin edging you both on as you thrust his cock partly in and out of you, pounding against your gspot with each fall.

Kurt’s eyes stuck on your tits as they bounced, hands itching, hot, begging to touch, his bitten nails holding dearly onto your thighs but you could barely feel them, it only spurred you on. A fast pace had been met now, wet slapping sounds coming from the both of you as you whined and tugged on his chest, one palm rubbing raw on his nipple where it had landed and Kurt could feel tears in his eyes. When all of a sudden, you stopped moving.

Kurt hadn’t felt anything, you certainly hadn’t come. And now he cried out “No no please... I’ve been such a good boy.” his tone starting to become indignant, “You said I was a good boy!” He whined like he was having a tantrum, not happy that you’d stopped.

“Relax.” You told him, hand soothing up his chest where his areola was starting to look pinker, you didn’t approve of how his eyes looked daringly upon yours. “Remember who’s in charge?” You tried to reassure him, knowing you were just leading up to more pleasure.

You kept still for a few more seconds, before slowly starting to circle your hips again, only a little, as though you were wiggling in place, but you were building up to it.

Kurt huffed out in annoyance, even though you’d started moving again. His eyes left yours, looking sorely to his wall.

Now that you wouldn’t take. You grabbed his cheeks more harshly this time, forcing him to look at you, his brown edgy eyes on yours, slipping into a state of stimulation, then dismal, as you slipped him out of you fully, sitting in his lap now, dick coated in your juices, but the cold emptiness blowing on it, as your own hole throbbed with the sudden loss of contact. Kurt looked at you upset.

“Such a little brat.” You chastised him, letting go of his cheeks as if he was filthy, eyes screwed in discontent upon his form. “I might have to punish you after all.”

Kurt shrunk under you.

“Should i spank you?” You rubbed your hands up the side of his soft ass, eyeing the paler freckled flesh in thought. You squeezed harshly, earning a hiss from him before letting go in under a second, using your hand to then flick his left nipple, earning a hurried gasp for air, before resting them on your legs and sighing tiredly, disappointedly, still with a hint of anger. “Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum in me after all? Fill me up, lose your virginity fully?” You hummed in thought, eyes raking over your own naked chest. “Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum at all.”

Kurt’s mouth opened and closed. Lost for words, finally not acting out. He blinked dumbly, mouth opening again “n-no.”

“Oh, no?” You asked.

“No please!” Kurt shot upwards, still a distance between the two of you. “Please! I’ll be such a good boy now. I will! I’ll do whatever you say, please no!”

You sighed, still not looking at him once, picking at your skin. “I don’t know if I can trust you.” You lolled clearly.

Kurt cried out again, desperate, bringing you closer by his hand on the small of your back, just wanting you to look at him again, he hated it. “Nonono” smally, almost to himself. You noticed him trying to rut into you, maybe stick his dick back inside as he dragged you closer to him, desperate to keep going, even if it was just to please you. But you allowed it, because he was begging like this.

He frantically tried to claim you as close and tight as he could to him, with small murmurings. Leaning his soft hair against your chest, quickly kissing your shoulder, quickly holding your neck, he moved like a madman, frenzied to have your attention back on him.

“I need to worship you. Please.”

You didn’t say anything, you didn’t even look at him, but you soaked up his upset moans as he tried to get your attention back to him in any way, kissing you wherever, even on your lips you wouldn’t kiss back, moaning little whimpers and pleas, of your name, nicknames, just begging, he even tried to get your hand back to his chest but you just let it drop, not missing the way he cried out in his throat, nuzzling into your neck, hitting his head into your collarbone repeatedly.

But all the while, you’d been slowly opening yourself up again, he hadn’t even noticed, it was only when you finally sank back down on his dick, with his forehead pressed to yours, that his gasp of pleasure signified that he’d now seen your efforts once more.

He continued to hold onto your back, mumbling little things to himself as he pressed the crook of his nose into the tip of yours, snuggling himself against your face, one hand coming to the back of your head and self-soothingly stroking through your hair.

You returned the favour, thinking at first you were going to pull his hair, but ending up just stroking through it once you’d held him, giving pleasing scratches to his skull. “You’re gonna stay an extra good boy for me, for the rest of the night now. Right?”

Kurt nodded against your face, each nod making him thrust up a little into you at the same time. You couldn’t hide your little gasps of pleasure when he was this close to your face, and he closed his lips against yours to take those sounds. But you pulled back, hand clenched in the hair at the back of his head now, giving him a stern look.

Kurt swallowed. “You’re in charge.”

You smiled pleasantly as you didn’t even have to ask to remind him. You let go of his hair, rubbing softly before placing his back flat down on the mattress again. “No cumming till I say. Got it?”

With tears in his eyes Kurt nodded, rolling his head back as a groan escaped his throat, when you started grinding on top of him again. His hands held onto your thigh and hip to ground himself, letting you fuck him for the first time in his life, and shit if that wasn’t it for him. He wanted this forever. Kurt let out a choked sob of pleasure as you thrust in a particular way that made his mind spin, and his dick throb.

You swore you could have felt the throb inside you, speeding up a little as your placed your hands on his chest, keeping eye contact with Kurt as you rode his cock. And those little pants he made out as he looked straight into your eyes were delicious.

They were slightly hooded but dead set on you, hiding beneath his shifting head of hair and above his parted hot mouth. Your pussy throbbed with need. “Fuck that’s it, my dirty slut.” Your nails grazed up his chest, humping into his cock to relieve some of the pressure that was building. You were so hot inside. “You’re my boy toy aren’t you Kurt?” You asked him with a hand tender in his hair, he moaned your name in response. “You-“ You hissed, fucking into him harder “you’re my cumrag.”

Kurt was fully blissed out by this point, moaning evenly under you and your thrusts. “Hh, uhh, hh” He never took his eyes off you but he swore he could already see stars. His hands hardly felt real gripping onto your flesh. But his cock was burning in your walls, his hips thrusting upwards in the smallest of spasms because he couldn’t help it. He was fully sheathed inside you and he wanted more.

“Do you wanna fill me up?” Warmth was pooling in your stomach, Kurt’s head had fallen to the side of your arm, and his mouth was drooling against your quickened pulse. “Stuff your dirty load in me? Have me walking around with all your cum sitting inside me?”

Kurt was breathing out desperate pants, heart hammering as you spoke more, eyes just devouring you. You felt full of electricity, squeezing against his pulsing cock. “Everyone would know I was yours then. With your cum filling me up, staying with a part of you inside me before you fucked me full again.”

Suddenly, Kurt’s cock spasmed inside of you, hot gushes of cum spurted out and filled you up, seeming to never end. You just rocked it out, squeezing on Kurt more and more as you moved your hips, feeling his warm cum spread inside your walls. Until eventually, somehow, there was nothing left.

You didn’t stop, but you slowed down your movements considerably, panting. Kurt was shattered beneath you, a sheen of sweat clinging to his head and his chest. But then his lip wobbled as he met your eyes deeply, and it looked like he was about to start crying again. “I’m- It- I didn’t...” he had to pant after choking in his words, his hot breath fanning all up your arm that was resting on his shoulder. “It w-was an accident. I-I- ‘m sorry..!”

You knew you’d told him he couldn’t cum unless you said, that’s why it’d been such a surprise when you felt him spilling himself all inside you. He hadn’t even warned you he was close.

But you put your hand to his cheek and stroked warmly, smiling down at him. You let him have it, because A) it was his first ever time, and B) it was very obviously an accident. Even Kurt looked shocked it had happened. Also C) Kurt was just too damned cute. “It’s alright sweetheart. Don’t you worry about it okay? I’m here.” You soothed, letting your fingers stroke just under his hair as your palm cupped his cheek. Kurt whined at that, melting into your soft touch, eyes gentle and loving on you.

You leant down to kiss him, letting his tongue taste you but still not giving him dominance, pulling back just a few seconds after. “But you gotta stay here while I fuck you some more. Okay sweet boy?”

Kurt nodded happily, licking his lips and shimmying as you readied yourself to finish off. You picked up your movements again, steadily at first, but you knew you wouldn’t last long. You gave Kurt more kisses, letting him calm himself down with the taste of your mouth, with your wet warm touch that he wanted to exist in. But eventually you pushed him back as you felt that warmth pooling in your lower stomach.

“P-please y/n-“

“Please what?” You interrupted in a breath, feeling yourself almost at a close as you bounced his dick in and out of you, feeling his girth perfectly hit your walls again and again.

“Please cum. I need you to cum on me.”

You looked down at him yet again, gripping both his shoulders under your hands as you rocked yourself on his cock, your hair a mess under your sweat.

His eyes pleaded, freckled chest rising and falling heavily. “I need you to cum ‘round my dick. I wanna feel you cum on me. Please. I wanna be good for you, make you feel so so so good. I wanna be yours.”

“Fuck Kurt.” You groaned out, the passion of his steady words sounding so real, you felt yourself fluttering around him.

“Please cum y/n. Please I need it- ah!”

Your walls quivered hard against his cock and electricity shocked through you as you finally felt yourself release around him, on top of him. Crying out Kurt’s name as you clung onto his shoulders, desperately humping on his dick as you rode out your high, your insides buzzing and tingling with sensation as Kurt’s dick moved inside you.

After several seconds of just panting on Kurt, with his chest booming right under yours, you finally released your grip of nails on his shoulders, slowly pulling out of him in a way that just made you more euphoric. His twitching cock against your pulsating walls drove you crazy as they spurred each other on, the wet sounds ceasing as you finally completely pulled his length out of you, flopping onto his chest as your cunt squeezed around nothing, feeling aching emptiness and a persisting tingle in your clit. You did your best to ignore it as you rested your cheek against Kurt’s chest. When you felt his hand go to stroke your hair, you were so pleased for the distraction.

Kurt moved your damp locks out of your face, eyes stunned at you. You here with him, how earth shatteringly perfect you were, as he gently stroked through your hair, soothing you. Loving you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling Kurt’s warm hand- were his hands always that big- caressing up and down your shoulder blades.

You leaned your chin up to smile at him, happy to see that same goofy grin staring back down at you after you showed your own. Your hands stroked up and down the middle of his chest gently, and after an initial gasp at the contact you felt through his skin, he seemed to calm down at feeling you actually touch him there, letting you glide your hand from the start of his happy trail, up to the top of his pecs, and down again. He kept his hand rubbing through your muscles on your back. “Wow that was li-ins-crazy. That was so cool.” He finally spoke, eyes dotingly on yours , having to flick his sweaty greasy hair out the way first to do so.

Laughing, you trickled a finger down the line on his chest. “Yeah? Was it good for your first time?” You asked, genuinely happy that he was happy. You pressed a kiss to the middle of his torso.

“Yeah! Are you-I mean-that was. No that was amazing. You were jus-amazing.” His eyes widened a little on that word, rolling you, and you weren’t sure what he was doing with that crazed smile, but moving your arms so that you were under him. He pressed himself flatly on you then, laying his nose against your cheek as his chest beat happily against yours. “Was that-I was-I mean was I alright? Too?”

You squeezed your cheek against his nose with a laugh, tilting so he could see your open mouthed smile, and your heart burst as you saw him wearing one too. It made your press the tip of your nose against his, giving him a nose kiss “You were incredible Kunkle, absolutely nothing to worry about” before a proper one.

Kurt moaned into this kiss, even though it was a lot less intense than the others. You realised it was just a happy noise along with the small wet sounds, and the both of you kept kissing over and over. Whenever either of you pulled back a centimetre you kissed again. Both smiling into your sweet little sentiments.

“And who knew you were packing such a weapon? How’d you keep that hidden for so long?” You whacked his chest lightly, finding it almost strange he was above you now. Especially since you had to playfully hit the very top of his torso, as he’d seemed to smush himself into you completely, like he was afraid you’d somehow run away from this, or maybe just disappear from under him like it hadn’t even been real.

But you didn’t find yourself minding this new possible side of him. Immediately though Kurt’s same self came rushing back as the blood hit his cheeks, blushing hard over you. You kissed him again, happy when he very quickly kissed back, that he was getting the hang of it so quickly. He just shrugged above you, tucking his head into his chin, before deciding to bury it in your shoulder, pressing a small kiss there as he hid. “I dunno.”

Even you could feel the lingering sentence in the air. ‘I guess no one’s ever asked before’, that seemed to be what he was thinking. You managed to free one of your hands trapped beneath Kurt’s intense heat, God he got burning hot, and wrapped it around his neck, gently tracing your fingers up and down, happy when you passed maybe a mole or freckle. “Well I guess I’ll have to be asking- no-“ you stroked gently along the fine hairs on the nape of his neck “pleading, to see more of you, won’t I?” You informed him, happy when his eyes shone at that. God you loved this man.

“Mmhmm!” Kurt responded gleefully against your lips, seemingly his brain not catching up when deciding to either kiss you or speak and doing both instead.

“But first...” You groaned against his lips, managing to get them off when he noticed you talking against them. Meanwhile, you’d noticed that whenever Kurt moved, his growing member pressed into your hip also seemed to throb and rut. Poor Kurt hadn’t even noticed. And your clit still tickled. “I think we need to go for round two.”

Kurt’s eyes grew wide, whining as your hand dug into the sizeable flesh of his ass. And with his body pressing all of yours firmly onto his bedroom mattress, his teeth went to attack your neck with kisses.

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JACOB CUSTOS 1/??

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arrangement / jacob custos

word count: 2967

tags: size kink, love bites, hurt/comfort, angst, morning wood (more accurately nap wood), referenced masturbation, pining, insecurity, creampies, slight breeding kink, transfer of affection (sorta), savior complex

a/n: personally, i found this guy pretty endearing, especially if you look at his insecurities which are more apparent in some routes than they are in others. i know that isn’t exactly a popular opinion (it’s certainly a bit frustrating that the writers set him up by making him largely “responsible” for the events to follow), but hopefully there are enough like-minded people to give this some attention.

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jacob custos nsfw alphabet??? begging

— YOURE ALL I WANT, JACOB CUSTOS

A, AFTERCARE

I want to say Jacob’s good with aftercare, but he’s the type of guy to fall asleep right after sex. With that being said, he’s still going to try to make you feel loved by wrapping you in a probably-rib-breaking-hug before he passes out.

B, BODY PART

Jacob likes his chest simply for the way you like it. He loves the way you run your hands up and down it when you’re kissing, and the way you grip onto it with shaky arms when you’re riding him.

As for his favourite part about you, it’s hard to pick; you’re just so gorgeous to him, everything about you is equally as amazing! But if he absolutely had to, he’d go with your ass. He’ll grab onto no matter what position you’re in, he thinks it’s so fucking hot.

C, CUM

Jacob doesn’t mind getting messy, in fact, he actually prefers it during sex. He likes to pull out right before he cums, getting you all filthy for his viewing pleasure!! He’s also big on oral, specifically giving, and adores having you come undone all over his face. <3

D, DIRTY SECRET

Although he won’t tell you until your relationship has been going on for a while, (wether it be a romance or just a friends with benefits type of relationship) Jacob really gets off on the thrill of being caught doing the deed. He’ll leave doors ajar for someone to take a brief look into, or have a risky quickie in a bathroom stall where people can hear.

E, EXPERIENCE

I just know Jacob was a total man whore in the entirety of his high school career (which really wasn’t that long ago), so he’s definitely got heaps of experience. He knows exactly how to please you. So yes, he is definitely on the ‘top 10 guys who will keep you satisfied during summer camp’ list.

F, FAVOURITE POSITION

He likes any position that involves taking it from the back, he gets really embarrassed with the faces he makes during sex, and prefers it when you can’t see them. If you have preferences though, he’d be more than happy to do whatever you want to do: Jacob aims to please, in more ways than one ;)

G, GOOFY

Much like everything else in his life, Jacob doesn’t have a very serious approach on sex. He’ll make jokes the whole time; he really likes hearing your laugh :)

H, HAIR

He doesn’t really give much care to down there, he is also, very hairy. (exactly how I like my men…) he has a very cute happy trail running up his stomach! ;)

I, INTIMACY

He’s romantic when he wants to be, and he wants to be that way with you! He’ll tell you how pretty/handsome you are between whimpers and will absolutely drown you in kisses

J, JACK OFF

Nothing is better than the real thing he tells himself, but sometimes this horndog has to make do when the two of you haven’t been together for a long long while! Don’t worry, he’s thinking of you the whole time… how loyal! <3

K, KINKS

Jacob has a thing for praise. He loves it when you stroke his face and call him a good boy, when you tell him that he’s making you feel so fucking good between moans, or when you let him know that he looks so cute right now, all red faced and covered in sweat.

He also likes it when you make fun of him; when you tell him how pathetic he looks while he’s kneeling in front of you. Tell him how much of a loser he is after you’ve fucked him stupid ;)

L, LOCATION

He’s up for doing it whenever and wherever. A quickie in your car? Sure! Slipping into a bathroom stall for a blowjob? Yes please! Pulling over on the side of the road to bend you over the hood of his car? Fuck yeah, and let’s hope someone drives by and sees the two of you! He’s also, of course, up for something intimate and romantic in the comfort of your own homes, he’s not a total slut. (Yes he is)

M, MOTIVATION

Just about everything about you turns him on, but the number one thing that gets him going is your voice. He likes the drawl it has when you’re whispering filthy things into his ear and the sickeningly sweet tone you talk to him in when you’re giving him praise!

N, NO

Jacob doesn’t like any kind of impact play, both giving and receiving. No spanking, no choking, nothing that hurts either one of you! The only kind of pain he likes is the sweet sweet sting of an emotional burn… (cough cough… emma)

O, ORAL

While he does love a good blowjob from you, he prefers giving oral rather than receiving. He loves being between your thighs, face covered in your cum :( he’s just so cute! Pull his hair while he’s eating you out/giving you head! He loves it!

P, PACE

Most of the time Jacob is fast paced, ready to be fucked/fuck you into absolute oblivion! However, he does enjoy some nice, slow and romantic wake up sex <3

Q, QUICKIE

Jacob is always up for a quickie, wherever the two of you are! You’ve definitely had some risky quickies during your time as camp counsellors…

R, RISK

Literally thrives off taking crazy risks, he really likes public/semi-public sex. Fucking you/getting fucked in a bathroom stall where people can hear his pathetic whimpers, having you sit on his lap with his dick inside you while he talks to people, stuttering every so often. He likes leaving doors unlocked in hopes someone will open it up and find him in a compromising position ;)

S, STAMINA

Jacob could literally fuck you for hours on end, so get ready to be tired and shaky legged for the next 24 hours!

T, TOYS

He isn’t really the type to own toys, so unless you own them he probably hasn’t even had the thought of using them during sex. I think he’d enjoy them once you introduce them to him though <3

U, UNFAIR

Having you tease him is a HUGE turn on for him. He’s like the physical embodiment of that shirt that says: don’t bully me i’ll cum :(

V, VOLUME

Loud as HELL!! Jacob does NOT cut back on his noises, and hopes you won’t either. He wants you to hear his breathy whimpers and desperate moans, he likes letting you know that you’re doing a good job! Same goes for him, he wants to know that he’s pleasing you <3

W, WILDCARD

While Jacob is a switch, he has a preference for being submissive/bottoming and likes being given praise for how cute he looks while doing it!

Y, YEARNING

He literally has the highest sex drive that’s humanly possible, mans wants to fuck you constantly.

Z, ZZZ

As said in the very first letter of this horny ass alphabet, Jacob passes out almost instantly. He sleeps so hard you’d probably assume he was dead if you didn’t know any better. But don’t worry, he won’t neglect you… he’ll make sure to wrap you up in his arms and snuggle his face into your neck right before sleeping, he wants to make sure you feel loved and also wants to make sure he can see your pretty face when he wakes up :)