#kurt kunkle dialogue

[ddejavvu]

Kurt fucking you in the back of his spree my beloved <3

Always sets a towel down for you because if he’s gonna cum inside you, and eat you out till you squirt, the least he can do is make sure it’s sanitary for his passengers. Kurt will lick most of the mess up. Just at least him him record you licking the mess he can’t reach off of his face. Your mess, while he’s red and panting and his tongue is fuzzy out of his mouth. (He may even have a million recordings from his dash cam, of him and you fucking in every available position in that Prius)

holy shit.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Look at this," Kurt breathes, chest heaving with deep breaths as an after-effect of his orgasm, "You're- god, you're full. You're leaking."

"Kurt," You whimper, hips squirming in sensitivity as your cunt remembers the feeling of Kurt's hard cock dragging against its insides, "Please, just do something!"

"I will," He croons, angling his camera closer towards your dripping pussy, spreading his free hand over your stomach, "I will, babe, just- wow."

You're sure your cunt is a sight, sticky and dripping with obscene amounts of Kurt's cum. He cums hard, he cums fast, and he cums a lot. You're almost worried he'll wait to eat it out of you until he's regained a proper breathing pattern, but you know he'd rather suffocate in your pussy than hold himself back from it.

"Here," He sets the camera on the center console, turning it to face him as he hikes your thighs up over his shoulders, "Sorry, babe, I just- I had to get a good shot."

"Mhm," You nod, watching him with desperate eyes as he adjusts your positioning, teeth digging into your lip, "Quick, Kurt, please!"

"On it," He mumbles, nose bumping your clit as he dives in. His tongue presses flat to your slit, collecting the smears of his own cum that had oozed out from between your lips. It puts pressure against your slit that only makes you ache more for penetration, reigniting a slowly dying fire from after he'd pulled out.

"Oh my- god!" You gasp, hips jerking upwards into his face and thighs squeezing his head. His tongue prods sharply in through your slit, a gush of his cum mixed with your slick pouring onto his tongue. He nearly chokes on it, teeth scraping your clit and jolting it with a zing of electricity where his face had been unceremoniously smashed into your cunt.

He whimpers against your warm, wet cunt, the sound reverberating around your insides in a vibration that shakes you to your core. You're shamelessly squeezing his head with your thighs now, and you're not sure he can breathe, but you are sure he doesn't care whether he can or not. He's happy, and he'll want 'died eating pussy' on his tombstone.

Needy, rampant moans flow from your throat with all the grace of a man on fire, but that's exactly how you feel, Kurt's tongue dragging a trail of heat from just below your ass to the hood of your clit. You're not sure if it's the leftover high from when he'd cum, the sound of his release squelching inside of you as he tongues it, or the way that he whines into your pussy, but maybe it's a combination of all three that makes you squirt.

The feeling of your cum splattering his face doesn't deter Kurt, it might even make him more eager. He cleans you up until your legs tremble, and tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

"Kurt," You beg, tugging on his hair, "Please, please too- too much!'

"I'm not done," He begs, tongue sweeping a glob of cum off of your inner thigh, "Please, just- just a little more!"

"I can't-!" You cry out when he dips his tongue back between your folds one last time, lapping up the last smear of cum from inside of you and leaving you a sticky, drooly mess.

"Sit up," He urges you, slipping his hands behind your back and making sure you're in the camera's line of sight, "And- and clean me up, babe."

He takes your chin in his hands, tilting it so that you're slack-jawed and panting only inches from his face. When you arch upwards and drag your tongue along his cum-stained chin he moans, a similarly sticky tongue on display as his jaw drops.

You lick him clean with a series of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that eventually land on his tongue, gathering the sheen of slick that lays on its surface and smearing it between your own tongue and his.

He lets it transition into a sloppy kiss, all drool and tongue and teeth until your lips are bitten raw and spit seeps down your lips.

It's only when you break away to slump your forehead onto his face and breathe that he remembers the camera, reaching for it and showcasing the shine of your spit on his chin.

"Love you," He murmurs, positioning the camera in his lap so that it gets a shot of your sweat-beaded, fucked-out face.

You nod, lips stinging and slick with drool, eyes drooping shut as you breathe, "Love you too, Kurt."

[collectivecloseness]

how would kurt be with mutual masturbation? we know how needy he can be. Like one day hes really horny and he thinks you guys are about to have sex but you're like "no touching, you can only touch yourself"

I was literally thinking abt this yesterday! You’re right Kurt can be soooo needy sometimes (most of the time).

See if it was just you bringing up the idea of the two of you jerking off together, say it’s pretty early on in your relationship, and you were kind of planning on just rubbing one out but suddenly Kurt was there, he’d be more than happy to sit in bed with you and watch you get yourself off as he touches himself. He finds your invitation to that extremely hot. He’d never seen you touch yourself before, and best believe he is paying really close attention to see exactly what you do, and how he can do the same next time. Kurt gets a little shy at the prospect of jerking off in front of you, it seems like a pretty shameful thing, weird of him to want maybe. But seeing you go first, and knowing he was allowed to masturbate right next to you, in your bed, as you did so, is so sexy to Kurt. Making all of his porn fantasises come true, while creating brand new ones in his mind, all with your face attached.

But in a scenario like you said, Kurt finds it a lot harder, pun intended.

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Kurt’s been waiting all day for you. He woke up super horny (which isn’t unusual), but then he had to leave early to drop you off somewhere, and by that point he was already in his car, so he might as well start work. Normally he’d jerk himself off in bed while you shower, or in the shower himself, or even in his car, although that’s not as common now he’s with you. But he thought he’d survive, not realising this problem was going to be popping up all day. But the thought of saving all of his cum for you, gets him to wait.

Later that night Kurt’s so obviously hard under his sweats, and he’s been waiting for you to notice, he’s been wanting you all day. Holding off touching himself, doing anything. When you finally notice it, you just stare. You’ve never seen his sweats that strained before. Until you finally flit your eyes up to Kurt, and he feels excitement rushing through him. Eagerness, anticipation, building up down there.

“You feeling needy Kurtie? I can see it.” You ask, Kurt is already nodding before you can add on “You need help down there? Looks like you’ve been waiting all day.” You slowly lean forward and place your hand on his thigh, instead of his cock where Kurt thought you were going, but he didn’t mind. “Mmhm! I wanted to save all of myself up for you.” He shuffles closer, aching, lovelorn. “I’ve been so good all day.” He leans over to kiss you, and you accept it, kissing him back slowly. Kurt calms his kiss a little bit, but he’s laughing into it, as he slots his wet lips between your own, over, and over, and over, kissing lovingly against your mouth. The small sounds of kissing filling the room, his smile obvious against your lower face as you two mould closer, him slowly tasting you. Kurt goes to place his hand on your thigh, like yours, but you move back. He’s confused for a second, wondering if he did something wrong, until you tell him “No touching me. You only get to touch yourself.” Kurt tilts his head in confusion, hands off for now to obey, but he quickly gasps when you move to sit across from him, spreading your legs. “I’m going to touch myself too.” You start slowly rubbing your core, through your pants, and Kurt’s eyes are glued to you, his heavy balls aching. “But you don’t get to touch.”

This boy will whine, and beg, and barter, and plead, and cry for you to just please touch him a little. Just to give him some release first. He’s been waiting all day for you!!! But once you promise you will touch Kurt as much as he can ask for until he can’t speak anymore, once he’s been good and done this with you, then he’s more eager to try. I mean, he’d be eager to try it anyways, but Kurt always loves to tests his luck and see how far he can push, and the both of you know it. Luckily, you’re also really good at handling Kurt. And even though sometimes he’ll whine because he just wants to go down on you, or fuck you, or have you touch him so bad, he knows being patient, and playing your games, or sticking to plans you two had made, always works out so so good in the end. His impulse control is just not great, if you weren’t there, he’d always be wanting to go straight into treating himself with things, instead of drawing them out to make them even better.

It’s a little harder for Kurt because he’d been anticipating sex, especially since you’d noticed his ‘problem’, not that he’d ever expect it from you of course! You could do whatever you wanted, Kurt would be fine with that, seriously! But doing this instead was a bit harder, when he’d been waiting (so patiently, no matter how hard) to touch you all day. When he always craved your physical touch, but now he couldn’t have it. Especially when it meant he wouldn’t be being very good, if he broke the rules. But he knew you. He knew to stick to the game, that it’d be worth it in the end, he always trusted you. And honestly, it did sound kinda fun...

Kurt at least gets completely naked, hoping it will subconsciously incentivise you to do the same, and he is soooo happy when it does! You tell Kurt that he doesn’t know what his body does to you (not that you’re letting it ‘do’ anything right now), and about how fucking pretty he is. How you can’t belive you’re with someone this gorgeous, how much you love his body. How much you always wanna touch it. And Kurt gasps a little as he realises you didn’t even mean to say that last part, because it wasn’t to do with the game about no touching, that was coincidental. You just really did love his body, how hot Kurt is, and he starts to melt into believing you more and more each time you say it <3.

Kurt can’t believe he forgets to even jerk off at first. That seemed to be all he ever thought about before. But this time, as he watches you move your hand between your thighs, even watching your hand completely cups your cunt meaning he can’t even see it, he sees your torso, your tits, bouncing like hiccups, as you jolt yourself with each and every sensitive touch, his eyes glued to your body. To the minuscule movements of your hand, that was almost teasing him, by only just letting him see what you were doing because of the effect on your body. Almost like wearing lingerie, so intensely sexy, but just not letting him get the full peek. When you remove your hand after only a few seconds, and it’s wet, Kurt lets out a gratuitous moan. You raise an eyebrow at him, smiling down with a flitted look to his own situation, and Kurt sees his strained cock screaming redly at him, rock solid as it begs him to be touched.

You’re wantonly moaning as you touch yourself. Watching Kurt jerk his dick so hard, nearly choking it, as he gasps and keeps his attention so dearly on you, makes you so so wet, that when your fingers aren’t slipping around too much, your walls are so sensitive. You tell Kurt what you’re feeling too. You tell him how your clit is literally pulsing, it’s thumping so hard it’s greater than your heartbeat, as your fingers travel to stroke over it. Only managing to run a couple of circles before you gasp and have to pull away, rocking on your leg, which also feels good on your cunt, because you’re just so fucking sensitive right now. Kurt looks like he might cry when he watches that part. He’s squeezing his dick so tightly, near to his head, that you’re afraid he’s going to explode it, but he slows down as he once again begs, “Please let me touch you...” His voice is laced with desperation, the first part of his word inaudible as only a squeak, his throat watery as he swallows hard. You merely tell him though “Keep touching yourself Kurt.” And when he obeys your orders, slowly, you finger your slit “You’re getting me so wet.”

How can he not help with that? Kurt’s been so obsessed with stalking your body that he hasn’t been paying as much attention to his own. He had of course, been very aware of his dick, gasping and moaning as he fucked his fist, letting himself drool down onto it for lube, and heart hammering as you watched with a “fuck...” He could practically see your mouth watering. And knowing he was getting you off by fucking hismelf, just as much as you were doing to him, drove Kurt insane. A small “ah.. ah!” Left his lips as he swore to himself, crushing his balls between his hands as he got needier, watching your slick starting to stick to your thighs now. Being a voyeur to the way your slick glistened in strings, attaching your soft thighs together, as he could hear your cunt gushing more, getting needier. Needy for him? Fuck, that was too hot. Goddamit, if you kept staring at the way his fist was trembling against his cock, he was going to cum soon.

When you start getting closer, Kurt can tell, he’s made you cum more than enough times himself (a fact he is very proud of) that he knows what you look like when you’re close. He had matched your movements when he could, to feel close to you. If you’d speed up, Kurt sped up. If you rubbed your clit, Kurt was thumbing at his sensitive tip. When you created some sort of rhythm, Kurt was following along as best he could. He just wanted to feel like he was actually fucking you, to pretend he was. Sort of like how he did before you two got together. Except this time he could watch you as he stroked himself, pretending it was your hand, or your pussy, doing so. Squeezing him so well. Wanting him to cum for you. But Kurt also had your voice saying these things. Especially as you got so close. “Kurt... I wan you to cum... Please. Want you to cum with me.” You got out while practically shaking, your whole arm twisted to try and pleasure yourself in that spot, at that angle, you’d just hit.

You rocks your hips into your fast moving hand, until your clit screams, your knuckles pressing as hard and fast against the button as they possibly can. And you finally cum, squirt gushing out of you so violently it sends your body trembling, the pressure of that release makes you scream. Forcing yourself to catch of glimpse of your boyfriend coming across from you, you feel your thighs and the bed beneath you warm. Hot and damp and soothing, so deep around you as your squirt sinks below your lap, surrounding you. Staining his bed.

Kurt purposely aims himself, knowing he’s been stocking up his cum all day for you, and he’d trained so well to be able to hold off, until the second you came. As he watched your face screw up in pleasure, his loud cry matched your moaning scream. Kurt angled his dick and stroked his cum straight out of him, shooting it across your way to splatter across your skin. Groaning so hard his chest was rippling, as Kurt milked all of his load from his heavy balls, he’d been waiting to empty all day. Watching it fly and landing on your thighs, joining the mix of your slick. Droplets of his white cum stuck on the sticky webs of your slick, while your squirt poured out of you. Your hand mixing his cum unknowingly with your own squirt as you needily rubbed your cunt more and more, enticing that last moment of your orgasm out of you...

Sometimes if you two are feeling a bit lazier, a bit more tired, mutual masturbation is the way to go! When you’re both too exhausted to even move a hand closer to jerk each other off, which you’ve done before, you both just need to share a look before you’re pulling the covers back, and sticking your hands down your pants. Kurt loves these sessions with you. You don’t think it’s weird, and it’s something he enjoys just watching. He loves being able to watch you, so in your element, and being able to touch himself as much as he wants at the same time. He’ll normally masturbate anyways, sometimes when you’re showering and he’s still in bed, sometimes in the shower himself, occasionally in his car (although that’s less common now he’s with you); so being able to do that while also watching you get yourself off? Revolutionary. It also means he can snatch your hand into his when he’s asked if you’re done, so he can lick all that sweat and those juices up from your knuckles, and in between your fingers. Getting that sweet sweet taste that makes him feel ready to tackle the world, all while keeping this intense, and simultaneously almost innocent eye contact with you. Which makes you moan as he just stares, sucking on your fingers until they’re squeaky clean. Kurt takes his damn time. He savours it.

Also, sometimes that gets you extra worked up, and because of how wet your fingers are with Kurt’s spit, and how hot he’s gotten you making him watch him do that, you’ll put in just enough effort so Kurt will slide down his bed, and you can sit on his face. He’ll lick you so clean after you’ve had such a nice session making yourself feel so good :). He might even stroke himself, where you can’t even see, as you ride his face, and he waggles his tongue against your pretty pussy. Nibbling your clit with his lips as he thumbs over his leaking head, watching your eyes screw shut in pleasure.

I’m also gonna add this as a bonus. If Kurt had accidentally stumbled across you masturbating before you got together, he probably would’ve watched as well. He wouldn’t have gone out of his way to stalk and catch you at a time just to see you touching yourself, but if he accidentally found himself in that position... he definitely watches you, with those curious, and slightly darker, brown eyes from the shadows. He stays, to watch. Maybe he was peeked behind your door, having come to hang out, but now palming himself through his sweatpants as he watches you. He wouldn’t have taken any pictures, he knows how bad that is, he saw a tiktoker get cancelled for doing the same thing to their girlfriend last year, and he didn’t want to hurt your trust. But he also had to commit the sight, and sound, and smell of your scene to memory, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep quiet if he came while watching you. He’d just have to wait till he got home. For now, he can just barely rub himself, spark up that heat already scorching in his groin, as he watches you fuck yourself... God, Kurt would do anything to be able to do that with you while you know he’s there. Luckily, he wouldn’t have to wait long

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[robcharlieglenn]

livestream

pairings: kurt kunkle x female reader

word count: 4437

tags: explicit sexual content, explicit language, slight dub-con, public sex, voyeurism, (slight) bondage, degradation, oral sex (m receiving & f receiving), sixty-nineing, loss of virginity, dom!reader, sub!kurt

You hated using rideshare.

It was overpriced, the drivers were creeps, and the horror stories of drunk girls getting taken advantage of that ended up getting kidnapped made a chill run down your spine, but you were left with no choice at this point.

You had just gotten in an argument with your friend who in a fit of rage kicked you out of her car, and were currently stranded about 20 miles from your apartment in Los Angeles in a seemingly empty desert town you couldn't care to learn the name of.

The only choice you had left was to order a Spree.

You waited a good 20 minutes at a run-down gas station before you looked up from your phone to the sound of tires rolling along the gravel lot.

You let out a small sigh of relief that you were finally able to get out of this god-forsaken town. You were also grateful that the sun had gone down before your friend kicked you out due to how ridiculously hot it was today.

You stood up from your crouched position next to one of the gas pumps as you watched the car slowly approach you. You glanced back down at your phone to tap the driver's information.

Kurt Kunkle.

He looked sweet enough. Quite young, too. Probably around your age.

As the car pulled up to you, you compared the license plate of the silver Prius to the one listed on your phone. It was a match.

You let out another sigh and approached the car, leaning down to be face level with the passenger window of the silver Toyota Prius.

“Who are you here to pick up?”

The driver whips his head to look over at you with a dopey smile before saying your name.

He was dressed in a white long-sleeve graphic t-shirt and sweatpants adorning a goofy bucket hat and a fanny pack slung across his chest.

You give him a nod and as you lean up to make your way to the backseat of the car, you couldn’t help but smile yourself.

He was quite cute. Cuter than the picture on his profile. Hopefully, he was easy to talk to.

You slumped into the back seat immediately enjoying the relief of the AC in his car, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling as he began to drive off.

“S-So why were you at that gas station? Are you like, homeless or something?”

You opened your eyes at your driver's words and let out a small laugh. “No, um, I got into an argument with my friend and she kicked out of her car into this garbage dump of a town.”

He nodded “I get that. My friend Bobby, @BobbyBaseCamp, is sometimes a total dick to me. Friends suck sometimes.”

You raised your brow at the matter of his dialogue. You’ve never heard someone refer to someone else as their social media tag. He almost spoke like a promotional advertisement.

“Oh, yeah. I know Bobby. He hangs with my friends when we go to those stupid influencer parties. He is a total dick.” His eyes widen and he glanced up to the rearview mirror to look at you

“Y-You’re an influencer?”

You nod.

“Nothing crazy. I only have like a few hundred thousand subscribers,” you say nonchalantly ”Are you?”

He comes to a stop at a red light and turns around to face you “Yeah! You should check me out! @kurtsworld96 on every platform.”

His over-enthusiasm made you laugh.

“Okay. I’ll give you a follow, Kurt.”

As he turns back around, you could practically feel the giddiness radiating off of him. He must not have a huge following if he’s acting like that, you thought to yourself.

You couldn’t help but almost feel bad for him. You knew that LA was where everyone's dreams were bigger than their opportunities, so it almost made you pity people who were insanely desperate for fame.

You glance in the rearview mirror and just so happen to make eye contact with him, causing a blush to rise to your cheeks. You drop your head and internally cringe at yourself.

This dude was kind of a loser. Why were you getting yourself worked up over him?

You bit the inside of your cheek and lifted your head to gaze out of the window to be met with a camera mere few inches from your face pointed directly at you.

You let out a small gasp and whip your head around the car. There were at least 7 cameras in this car alone, not including his phone camera clipped on his vent that appeared to be livestreaming your ride.

You couldn't believe that you didn’t notice them before. This almost seemed like one of those dreaded FakeTaxi videos.

Fear began to overcome you. “K-Kurt, what the hell?” He glances back up in the rearview.

“Oh? The cameras? Just for my safety. No need to worry.” You look around, your heart was almost beating out of your chest in fear.

“Yeah, but what about the live stream?”

“Just content for my channel. Hope you don't mind,” he says cooly with a small chuckle.

You try to slow your breaths to calm yourself and drop your head in your hands as the car approaches another red light. “Everything okay back there?” he says, not even looking up at you as he replied to messages while the car was stopped.

“Y-Yeah. Just a bit paranoid. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories about people getting killed by crazy rideshare drivers.”

He doesn't respond but just lets out another chuckle that sends chills down your spine.

You glance out of the windshield of his car and watch as he merges right on a fork in the interstate. “W-Why are you getting off I-10?”

“Taking you home,” he mumbles.

“This isn’t the way to my house.” You say quietly.

For the first time this entire car ride Kurt turned silent and it made your blood run cold.

You repeated yourself, raising your voice a bit to get a response out of him.

“This isn’t the way to my fucking house, Kurt!”

“Oh, not your home.”

Your breath catches in your throat.

“My home.”

He turns to fully look at you.

“My home,” he repeats.

You can’t move. You can't even breathe as he turns back around to continue driving. Your body is utterly frozen.

“W-What are you gonna do to me?” you whimper, glancing around to all of the cameras pointed at you.

“I don't know yet. I’ll probably have my audience decide. Hey guys!” He gives his phone a smile and waves to his audience. You lean over to glance at the viewer count and your jaw almost drops.

He had nearly 40 thousand viewers. You were surprised at how wrong you were about him being a struggling influencer.

You glance at the chat, which was adorned with a copious amount of slurs and insults thrown both you and Kurts way, almost encouraging him to do whatever the hell he was about to do to you.

You lean back in your seat and take a deep breath. You’ll figure out a way to escape once he stops at a traffic light. For now, you tried your best to keep a cool composure, glancing at every detail of the car to figure out the best way to get the door unlocked without him noticing.

You subconsciously reached forward to grab one of the water bottles tucked in the passenger seat pocket in front of you. You take a sip of the water, and you saw a devious smirk flash across Kurt's face as your throat began to close instantly, feeling as if it was on fire.

You begin to cough violently, your vision fading to black as you render yourself unconscious.

Your eyes open to the view of a cracked and water-damaged ceiling. You instantly feel a sharp pain emanate from your throat and you cough a little at the residual effects of the poison.

You propped yourself up on your elbows and squinted as your eyes adjusted to your surroundings. You were laid down in what looked like a bed...no… a bare mattress with a blanket. The only light emanating from the room was the moon and a ring light propped up a few feet away from you. You then realized you were alone.

You try to stand up, but the chilling sound of rattling chains coming from your ankles proves that to be impossible. He had your ankles cuffed together.

Fear shot through your body like a missile, and as you heard the door to the room open, the only other thing you could think to do was scream.

Kurt approached you slowly, laughing a bit. “You know that’s useless, right?” You turned silent, the only noise left in the room was your shaky breathing and dings from Kurts livestream.

You glanced back at the ring light and see his phone propped up in the middle, pointed at you. “W-What are you gonna do to me?” you whisper, looking back at Kurt.

He crouches down, getting almost uncomfortably close to you. “Well, while you were out my Kurties took a poll. Ever play “Fuck, Marry, Kill”?”

You don’t respond. He continues “Well, unfortunately, the audience voted and the verdict was kill. But they seemed to want you awake. So I waited.”

As he spoke, thoughts raced through your mind. Fuck, Marry, Kill? What is he, 12?

You looked him up and down and a thought popped in your head “Y-You know, even though they voted kill… I think we might enjoy the first option a little bit more.”

He stopped in his tracks, his threatening persona softening for a second. “W-What?”

You leaned forward a little bit, placing your hand on his shoulder, and made sure to graze your lips on the shell of his ear.

“Have you ever touched a woman before?” you whispered.

Now he was the one almost paralyzed.

He shook his head ‘no’, and you let out an almost seductive laugh.

“Well, that’s too bad. I would totally let you touch my body, but I guess I have to be murdered.” you feigned a pout and leaned back from him, laying back down, resting your arms above your head so he could get a peek of your cleavage through your dress.

If there was one thing a man couldn't resist, it’s sex, especially one as awkward as Kurt who you were almost sure was a virgin. He gulped and looked your body up and down.

“N-No… I guess… I guess we could do the first option. Like a sex tape.” Your eyes grew wide and realized no matter what, he was going to film everything.

You looked over to his phone and let out a bit of an annoyed sigh. ‘Better than getting killed’ you thought to yourself.

You turn your head back to Kurt who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of your body. “Yeah… Like a sex tape,” you said reluctantly.

After a moment of hesitation, you finally leaned up to connect your lips to his, yours slowly massaging his while his mouth stayed motionless, most likely out of shock and inexperience.

You ran your fingers through his curled brown hair, tugging slightly, causing him to open his mouth to moan, giving you a chance to slip your tongue past his lips.

He slowly starts kissing back, placing his hands on your hips as he grows more comfortable with the feeling. He leans down, causing you to lay flat on your back as he climbs on top of you, deepening the kiss, your tongues now dancing around each other as his hands explore your body.

He squeezed your breasts, still covered by your dress, the sensation causing your back to arch a bit, moaning into his kiss.

You couldn't lie. He was pretty good at this.

He pulled away, a small string of saliva trailed between the two of you. You were both out of breath and flustered, a cloud of dark lust glazed over his eyes as he admired your body.

You attempted to wrap your legs around his waist, but the restraints of the tight handcuffs made you hiss in pain. He looked down and saw your predicament and let out a sigh. He pushed himself off of you, sitting back on his calves.

“D-Do you promise you aren't gonna leave me?” he said with almost a whimper.

The way he was so submissive right now both made you aroused and almost feel bad for him.

He might be a bit insane, but he was probably just lonely at the end of the day. Not even his own friend would respect him and his attempts to be like him, never mind help him out.

You nod and give him a sad smile.

“Promise,” you whisper.

He reaches into his pocket and fished out the key, proceeding to unlock the cuffs.

You lean up to get to his level and yank the collar of his white shirt to pull him into another heated kiss.

You flip the two of you around so that you’re straddling his hips, and as you continue to kiss, you can start to feel his rock-hard erection brushing against your core.

You roll your hips down to create a bit of friction between the two of you, and you soon pull away to pepper kisses down his jawline and neck, nipping in certain places that made him yelp and whimper under you.

You sit up to look at him, his brown eyes were blown out with arousal and you could tell he was anticipating your next move.

You slipped your dress off slowly, making sure to give a good show for the camera, leaving you in just a pair of panties on top of him. As his jaw dropped gazing at your body, you were sure if you moved your hips even a tad he would come right then and there.

“You can touch me,” you said softly. He stayed still, eyes darting around your figure, unsure of what to do. You reached down and grabbed his wrists leading his hands up your thighs, up your stomach, finally landing on your breasts. You released his wrists and let him slowly warm up to the new action.

He slowly squeezes them, brushing his thumbs in sync over both of your nipples. This caused a whimper to escape your lips, you slowly drag your hips forward against his crotch, the fabric of his pants becoming hot and damp due to your leaking core.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” he lets out a bit of a moan and you can already tell he has a bit of a thing for praise.

He begins to pinch your nipples simultaneously rubbing the buds faster. “You wanna suck them, baby?” his gaze snaps up from your tits to your face, and feverishly nods.

He sits up and instead of immediately going for your tits, he kissed your lips, slowly kissing down your jaw and neck, building up anticipation until he finally latched on to your left nipple.

The sensation made you gasp, draping your hands around his neck and he nipped and licked on your breasts. The sensations made a b-line to your core, causing small moans and whispers of his name to escape your lips.

Caught up in the pleasure, you were quickly distracted by a donation. The voiceover crudely reading “This shit is boring as fuck”.

Kurt pulled off of you to glance back at his phone with a frown and you couldn’t help but look yourself. He was now at 50k viewers. This snapped you back to reality for a second, realizing how many people are currently viewing your naked body.

You blushed a bit, but an idea popped into your head to spice things up.

You grabbed the side of his face gently to bring his attention back to you. “Don’t focus on them, focus on me, okay?” You gave him a small smile which he returned, bringing his hands back up your body to massage your tits and you leaned in for another kiss.

You reached down to tug on the hem of his shirt before lifting it over his head.

You glanced down at his build and were pretty impressed. For someone who probably didn't go to the gym that often, he was pretty muscular. His chest and stomach were littered with freckles and a nice patch of chest hair adorned his pale skin.

You pushed him back down flat on the bed and reached behind you, locating the handcuffs that previously restrained your ankles.

“The people want a show? We’re gonna give them a show,” you said, lifting his hands over his head, cuffing his wrists together, the clicks of the fastening metal echoing through his room. He gasped a bit at the new limitations, eyes darting from his restraints back to you.

“F-Fuck. You’re so hot.” he moaned, bucking his hips up to create desperately needed friction. You strike him across the cheek at his action, causing him to yelp, tears immediately pricking the corners of his eyes. You place your hand under his chin, gripping the sides of his face.

“You don’t get pleasure until I say so, whore. Got it?” you spit, earning a whimper and a feverish nod from him.

You lift yourself off of him and stand up, looking at the vulnerable man beneath you almost squirming with anticipation.

You place your bare foot on the tent in his pants, slowly applying pressure which makes a guttural groan escape his lips.

“You like that, slut?” you mutter, pressing down harder. He cries out at the almost painful pleasure coursing through his veins and nearly comes undone right then and there.

“F-Fuck! Fuck me, please!” he cries out, back now arching towards you. You release the pressure off his erection and let out a cold laugh, almost taunting him.

“You don't call the fucking shots anymore, Kunkle,” You lean down and spat in his face, pressing your bare foot on his cheek to degrade him a bit more.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t horny beyond belief right now. Your arousal was dangerously close to dripping down your thighs being completely in control over this man. You take a second to admire his desperation and neediness as you lifted your foot off his face.

You hook your thumbs around your panties, turning to the camera before slipping them off quite seductively.

The view count jumped to almost 75K at this point, donations racking in like crazy.

In the back of your mind, you knew you had tarnished your reputation past saving, but you preferred a lifetime of people calling you a slut than being dead.

You did a little spin for the audience to show them your body and focused your attention back on Kurt who had his eyes glued to you the entire time.

You kneeled to him, your face only centimeters from his. You leaned in as if you were going to kiss him but spoke against his lips “You’re gonna eat me out while I suck you off, okay slut?” you finished with a small bite to his lower lip.

He tried to lean in to kiss you but you quickly pulled away, earning him another slap on the cheek. He bucked his hips up again with a whine.

“Didn’t take you for a pain slut, Kunkle. It’s kinda hot.” You said with a laugh as you swung your leg over his head facing down his body.

He pulled against his restraints once more, yearning to squeeze your ass, but the cutting grip the cuffs had on his wrists made that nearly impossible.

He lets out a breathy “Fuck” as he admires your core. You bring your hips down to his face, trying your best not to smother him as you untied the string on his sweatpants, his erection very noticeable and almost twitching in anticipation.

He lifted his hips so you could easily slide off both his pants and boxers in one go, his well-endowed cock springing free from its restraints. As he was stripped, Kurt made the first move as he started kitten licking your folds, taking his time to eventually lick a circle around your entrance, causing a shiver to run through your body.

You let out a shaky breath as you leaned down to clean the red and leaking tip of his cock with your tongue. This caused Kurt's body to almost spasm in pleasure, a high breathy moan emanating from him, the vibrations of his voice on your pussy caused you to let out a moan as well.

With one hand supporting you, you wrapped your free hand around his cock, slowly pumping the base as you took the head into your mouth. The sensation was almost too much for Kurt to handle as he lapped up and down your slit, eventually hitting your clit causing your back to arch, smothering him a bit more.

He took that as a good sign and focused all of his attention over that small bundle of nerves, sucking and licking you until your legs began to shake. All the while you began to bob your head up and down his dick, making sure to turn your head to lock eyes with the camera every once in a while.

You occasionally moaned around his cock, the vibrations on his shaft making him instinctively buck his hips up and lean his head back to moan your name.

You could tell he was getting close as his tongue slowed its pace on your core, so you released his cock from your mouth with a pop and sat up to fully ride his face, not wanting him to cum just yet.

He whined from loss of pleasure but soon realized he would probably be reprimanded if he didn’t start moving his mouth again.

His lips moved wildly up and down your pussy, tongue darting from your clit to your entrance, occasionally tongue fucking you.

He nuzzled his face into your cunt, nose occasionally brushing against your clit which drove you crazy.

High moans of Kurt's name, gasps, and profanities left your lips and you rubbed your hips back and forth on his face, your legs turning to jelly as you reached your high.

“F-Fuck, Kurt, I-I’m gonna cum.” you nearly yelled as you let yourself go, nearly on the brink of squirting as his tongue guided you through your high.

He continued to suck on your now swollen clit as you came down, your body spasming at the overstimulation.

His cock was twitching and redder than ever as you swung your leg back from around his head.

You looked down at an almost blissed-out Kurt, your arousal coating his mouth and nose. You leaned back down to him to place a heated kiss on his lips, tasting your juices.

You pull away, “Did you like that, baby?” you ask with a smirk. He nodded “Yes, ma'am. Thank you for making me feel good.” Your smirk slightly turned into a genuine smile at his gratitude.

“You ready to become a man, honey?” you mumble, adjusting your position to now straddle his hips, your core pressed up against his needy cock. He nods but looks up at his restraints.

“Can I touch you while we do it?” he pouts, tugging his wrists apart slightly.

You sigh and give in, leaning over to retrieve the key and unlock his wrists. One released, his hands immediately fly to your tits, massaging them.

You let out another moan, lining yourself up with him before slowly sinking on his cock.

You let out a gasp at how much he stretched you out, and you locked your gaze with his blown-out eyes that almost rolled back in pleasure as you fully sunk down on him.

“Y-You’re so fucking tight. Holy fuck.” he groaned, his hands traveling to your thighs as you gave yourself a moment to adjust.

He bites his lip as you slowly begin to roll your hips, his cock sliding in and out of your slick hole. Both of your moans filled the room while you began to bounce on him, your hands pressed firmly on his chest to steady yourself.

You threw your head back when you felt the head brush against your g-spot, and he took that as a sign to keep his dick angled exactly how it was to make you feel as good as possible.

He moved his hands from your thighs to your hips, kneading at them as you fucked him hard, your hips almost fully unsheathing him, slamming back down to fill you to the brim.

The already loose knot in Kurt's stomach was almost fully unraveled as he began to thrust his hips up into you, creating a near-perfect rhythm, skin hitting skin hard.

“I-I'm gonna…” he couldn't even finish his sentence due to the overwhelming pleasure flowing through his body.

Your chest heaved as you gave him a nod, allowing him to cum.

His hips stuttered and a long string of profanities left his mouth before he was finally shooting his seed inside of you.

You leaned forward and connected your lips, swallowing your name from his mouth as he rode out his orgasm, his hips slowing to a stop as you collapsed on his chest, your hearts almost beating as one as you calmed yourselves down.

You both smelled like pure sex, sweat covering every inch of both of your bodies.

You looked up at him, placing another kiss on his lips before returning your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.

“You okay?” He whispered, his hands rubbing up and down your back.

A tinge of heartache filled your body as you returned to reality.

You genuinely cared about the boy under you but you knew the evil he was capable of, and you weren’t completely sure how much damage he had done before you stepped foot in his life. You let out a sigh, knowing this fucked up bliss couldn't last forever, but for the moment, all you wanted to do was lay and be close to him.

“Yeah...’m okay. Let’s just stay here a little while longer, okay?” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut as your breathing finally slowed to its normal pace.

He silently nodded, his fingers tracing up and down your body as you lay together.

Kurt was no longer alone, and you were almost okay with that.

[ddejavvu]

I’d let Kurt Kunkle put his mouth on my boobs because I know for a fact that’s one of the first things on his bucket list

this post is 18+, minors dni.

he doesn't even know what to do with em at first. he's seen his fair share of porn, he's addicted to the stuff, but the moment your bra comes off he's braindead. your nipples aren't hard, but they easily stiffen in the exposed air, and you tweak em a bit to get em going, too. and he just watches you rub your tits, pinching and stroking at your nipples until they're hard for him. he's watching with his lips ever-so-slightly parted, totally dumbfounded.

you talk to him, you call his name, probably giggle when there's no response, but the sound of a fucking explosion couldn't tear his eyes away from your tits. when he finally gets back to his senses enough to reach out and touch them he just ghosts his fingers ever-so-softly against them, shivering the same as you do when he brushes a finger over your nipple. it's ticklish, sensitive, and you jerk slightly in place, a wayward giggle falling from your lips that's part moan.

the only time he looks away from your tits is to glance up at you for permission to put his face all over them, like that's not exactly why you took your top off in the first place. you nod, and he leans forwards, letting his parted lips just brush over your skin. he doesn't suck on them right away, doesn't go right in with his tongue out, he just moves his mouth over them, completely frozen. it's only when your nipple breaches his parted lips and slips into his mouth that he finally takes initiative, and he'll never admit it but he totally whimpers the first time he wraps his chapped lips around your perky little nipple.

once the tongue is out it doesn't go back in. he's sloppy with it, dragging it haphazardly and randomly over your skin, leaving shiny trails of hot saliva in its wake. he pays special attention to your underboob 'cause it's warm and sweaty and smelly and he's nasty like that, wants to drink it right out of your skin. probably spends an embarrassing amount of time just burying his nose beneath your tits and inhaling. you think he might suck the skin right off of you with the way he's breathing you in.

really, all you have to do is sit back and enjoy the ride. he does like it when you smash them together around his head to suffocate him. maybe push 'em together a little bit so he can fuck them as a treat. and stick your tongue out so he can aim for it with his tip. as an extra treat.

[ddejavvu]

m.list - kurt kunkle

blurbs:

kurt loves your boobs

kurt fucks you in his car

kurt likes it when you sit in his lap

kurt cums quick