dirty little secrets

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It took a while for Eddie to notice that his t-shirts were going missing. He couldn’t understand why his favorite Judas Priest shirt hadn’t resurfaced after weeks of searching or where his Metallica tank top had disappeared to. It was like his personal wardrobe was dwindling down to nothing. After a month of this, he finally found the culprit- you.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot.” He pants as he drives his hips into you, causing your back to arch off the mattress. It had been going on like this for at least an hour- after you had opened the front door of your apartment to let your boyfriend in. When he laid his eyes on you wearing only a pair of black panties and his Iron Maiden t-shirt, he couldn’t help himself. He had you pinned against your mattress in less than five minutes flat.

“Fuck, Eddie.” You whine, your arms grasping onto his biceps as he snapped his hips into your wet core- fucking you hard enough to make it difficult for you to walk tomorrow.

“Yeah, baby?” He whispers “That feel good?”

“So good, Eds.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, you look so good.” He moans, pulling away a bit to stare down at your hardened nipples poking through the fabric of his shirt. He pinches a part of the fabric between his thumb and forefinger, admiring.

“Tell me again,” He breathes “Who does this belong to?”

He was asserting dominance and you loved it. You loved when your boyfriend put you in your place in the bedroom. Especially when he was so sweet to you any other time.

“Yours, Eddie.” You squeak as he hits a particular spot inside of you that had you seeing stars “It’s y-yours.”

“Damn right.” He says, grabbing your legs to hitch them over his shoulders to fuck you at a whole new angle.

“Oh shit! Holy fuck!” You scream out as Eddie smiles down at you cockily.

“You know, sweetheart, I usually don’t like to share but I’ll make an exception just for you. Because you look so damn cute. How does that sound? What’s mine is yours.” He smirks seductively.

“F-fuck!” You stammer, taking Eddie’s hard cock as he thrusts into you with fervor.

“Isn’t that right, baby? Hm? What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine? Isn’t that what they say?”

You were too cock drunk and stupid to respond with more than desperate nods.

“Good.” Eddie purrs “Guess that means this pussy is mine, right?”

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kurtsworld966: ur really fcking hot when you rage quit. gonna fuck my fist think about it later

Maybe it was the fact that you really, really needed to get laid. Maybe it was the fact your body felt so tense but that message sent something hot and electric straight to your neglected cunt.

You blink. The familiar soundtrack to the game fades into nothing as you become acutely aware of the sudden urge you had to press your thighs together.

The message clears. One of your mods had deleted it.

You figured that this Kurt guy made a new account just to send through the new message. There was some sick part of you that hoped he’d make another one. 

And he did just that. Barely five minutes later.

kurtsworld9666: bet your pu$$y tastes fucking incredible

One of your mods messages you privately and asks if you want him permanently banned but you’re too busy imagining the faceless stranger’s nose buried deep in your cunt to reply. 

Fuck—you needed to get end the stream.

“I’m going to head off guys,” you announce as you squeeze your thighs together beneath the desk, rubbing yourself against the chair beneath you for a small slither of relief. Your clit nudges the steam of your shorts and something warm jolts through you. You take a breath before plastering a smile on your face. “I’ll be streaming at the same time tomorrow so catch you all then! Good night!”

You click off before you can see all the messages roll in before your mods and followers could ask what was wrong. But instead of turning off your PC, you head straight to kurtsworld96’s Twitch page.

“Fuck,” you mutter when you realise he was blocked. One of your mods must have done it. Probably for the best. He was definitely some creep you shouldn’t want looking at your profile.

But you were horny and curious and it was a dangerous mix that made you hover over the ‘un-block’ button. Your finger taps without really thinking.

Your eyes widened when his profile finally loads.

It was an aggressive clash of colours, of memes that told you this guy was very clearly chronically online. There was an entire section of his profile dedicated to clips of him rage quitting Fortnite. Your eyes flicker to his profile picture and the first thing you notice about him are his eyes—big, brown like a damn puppy dog. He was cute—sure, he looked a little pathetic and he could probably do with a shower or two but he seemed sweet.

The next thing you notice was the stats next to his username. The fact he had been following you for over a year—since your very first steam in fact.

That turned you on even more and you weren’t entirely sure why.

You shut down your computer, grabbing your phone before leaving your streaming room. You were still stupidly horny and didn’t even think about grabbing a glass of water after a long stream. Instead, you headed straight to your bedroom.

You fell back onto your bed as you opened instagram. You hesitated for maybe twenty seconds before you typed in ‘kurtsworld96’ into your search bar. 

His instagram profile was almost identical to his Twitch. Same aggressively cringe graphics, same big brown puppy dogs eyes. The fact he was already following you.

You click on his latest post and your pussy clenches around nothing as you're met with the sight of his bare chest. It was a video of him messing around with what you sure was a fake samurai sword. But you didn’t give a fuck about the sword, too busy staring at this guy’s body. Because fuck, he was pretty. He had a generous smattering of chest hair which was unexpected but you found yourself staring at, mouth hanging open. He had moles and freckles dotted over his body and a soft tummy that you openly ogled.

You swallow, squeezing your thighs together as your fingers scramble to zoom in on those dark sweatpants he was wearing where you were sure you could see the outline of his cock.

But the sudden appearance of a large red heart stops you. 

Shit.

Fuck.

You lock your phone. Your heart hammers in your chest. You feel hot in a way that had nothing to do with how horny you were and everything to do with the accidental like you had just left on his post.

Stupid, stupid, stupid—

Your phone buzzes and you groan, suddenly fighting the urge to throw your phone into the nearest body of water. You take a moment before you glance at your phone but it was just your best friend who had texted you.

Maybe you had imagined it. Maybe you hadn’t really liked Kurt’s post. Maybe you should look again just in case. But one look at Kurt’s profile and you quickly realise you hadn’t imagined it. 

You could block him. You could bury the evidence and save yourself from embarrassment. But you don’t do that. Instead, you bite your lip before you press ‘follow’.

And you wait. Ten seconds, maybe a little more before your phone buzzes pnce again.

This time, it wasn’t your best friend.

holy fucking shit

you followed me?!

fuck

you’re fucking beautiful

i love your streams. you’re so pretty

hi

Your lips twitched as you try not to smile. You were right—he was sweet.

Hi

It was the only thing you could think to type back. You weren’t sure what you were doing, giving this guy attention. He could be crazy, he could be insane. He could be—

Your phone buzzes as Kurt sends through another message. You look down at your phone and—

“Holy fuck.”

You had received a lot of unsolicited dick pics throughout the past year of streaming on Twitch but this one? It had your attention.

Because Kurt’s cock was fucking beautiful. It was thick, long, veiny. It looked fucking heavy as it rested against his soft stomach. A large hand was wrapped around his length and you found yourself focusing on his fingers—on the veins in his hands before you went back to looking at his cock. Your eyes flickering to the tip which was flushed a dark pink and glistening with pre cum. Your mouth feels incredibly dry as you stare at the image for longer than necessary and that coil of desire stirred back up in your gut.

took this when watching ur stream earlier

You swallow, wetting your lips before you shakily type back a reply.

I saw your messages on my stream

You hesitate, your thumbs hovering over your keyboard as you see the three dots to indicate Kurt was typing a reply.

u like my cock?

You figured that this guy had probably never sexted someone before and had you not already seen his glorious cock, you may have thought twice about indulging him. But there was an ache between your thighs that had become impossible to ignore.

Yeah, I really like your cock Kurt

He doesn’t reply instantly. You wonder if you had broken him. You figured you may have done since you would have placed money on the fact that this guy had very limited—if not zero—experience.

You wondered if he was jerking off. If he was touching himself while texting you and you found yourself annoyed at the idea of not being able to see it.

Your fingers fly over the keys before you could stop yourself.

FaceTime me.

Your phone number follows.

You wait for perhaps ten seconds before your phone rings. 

You sit upright in your bed, running your hands through your hair quickly before you take a deep breath. You hadn’t yet changed from your t-shirt and gym shorts you had been wearing during your stream and you were a little self conscious about it. You glance at your phone screen to see an unknown number FaceTiming you. You rest your phone back against your pillows before accepting the call.

“Hi,” you say as Kurt’s face flashes across the screen. Like you, he was laying in bed. His phone seemed to be propped up on his bedside table. He looked completely breathless as he lay back against his sheets, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, those big brown eyes wide and lips swollen and wet as though he had been biting them. You can see yourself in the bottom corner of the screen, perched on your bed with your legs slightly spread and you feel yourself flush with pleasure when Kurt lets out a small groan at the mere sight of you.

“Holy fuck,” he mutters. “You’re fucking—you’re gorgeous. And real. Thank fuck. Not a catfish. That’s good. That’s—”

He was rendered speechless as you stretch your t-shirt taunt over your chest, giving Kurt a clear view of your pebbled nipples through the material.

“Fuck me,” he gasps out, lips parting. “I mean—fuck—I wanna fuck you so bad. Wanna fuck your brains out. Wanna see your pussy stretched over my—”

“—have you done this before, Kurtie?” You ask in a soft voice, head titled. 

Kurt whimpers at the nickname and frantically shakes his head. “No, no, I haven’t. I’ve never—”

“—that’s okay,” you practically purr, your clit throbs in anticipation as you watch Kurt’s face twist in pleasure. “Just watch me.”

“Holy fuck angel, you’re fucking perfect,” he babbles, eyes wide as you shift your position so he could see the globes of your ass peeking beneath your shorts. “Fucking gorgeous and perfect and—”

He cuts himself off, seeming to choke on his own saliva as you begin to lift up your t-shirt to show him your tits.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Kurt gasps out and you watch as he begins to palm himself over his sweatpants. The bulge there was hard to miss and you hastily tug off your t-shirt so you could run your hands over the sensitive flesh of your breasts.

You hum, head thrown back in pleasure as your fingers circle your nipples, your hips moving of their own accord as you grinded against your sheets. Your panties and shorts were starting to feel damp from how wet you had become. You desperately wanted to peel them off but you pulled your focus back to Kurt as you continued to play with your sensitive peaks.

He was whimpering, hand still desperately palming himself—eyes fixed on you and a bit of drool hanging from his mouth. It was pathetically hot.

You smiled at the screen sweetly as you trailed a hand down to the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down enough to expose your baby blue panties. 

“Show me your cock, Kurtie,” you tell him breathlessly. “Wanna see your pretty cock.”

You could have told him to throw himself in front of a car and he probably would have obliged.

His hands scramble to tug down his sweatpants and boxers at the same time. You hear him curse several times in his haste to do as you say. You continue to roll your nipple between your fingers, biting back your own small moan at the sensation as your other hand moves to cup your needy cunt over your shorts.

“Shiiiiit, you’re so fucking hot, baby,” Kurt tells you in a strained voice. You hear the faint sound of skin slapping against skin and your eyes flutter open just in time to see his cock slap against his stomach.

Your mouth feels dry again and suddenly, the pressure of your hand against your cunt isn’t enough anymore.

“Shit—are you going to—”

Your hands slip inside your shorts before Kurt could finish his sentence. You were soaked. That much was immediately clear as you ran your fingers along the damp patch your slick had left in your panties. Your hips bucked instinctively and you let out a soft moan as you repeated the action.

“Shit—fuck—you’re so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

You smile a little, eyes closed as you press down on your clothed clit and mewl out Kurt’s name.

Kurt felt like he had died and gone to heaven.

There was a brief moment of silence and then—an obscene sound of slickness on the other end of the FaceTime call.

Your eyelids flutter open just in time to see Kurt—a hand wrapped around his thick cock—as he stares at you. 

“You’re so fucking perfect. Fucking beautiful. Fucking gorgeous. Touching yourself because of me? Fuccccck.”

He’s babbling, complete and utter nonsense and that leaves your body buzzing. He was so eager—so fucking eager to please you, even over the phone and each compliment went straight to your cunt. 

Your hand slips out of your shorts so you could tug them off, along with your panties and Kurt’s movement stops for a brief second as you lay back so he could get a clear view of your glistening pussy.

“Holyfuckingshit, holyfuckingshit—”

The needy tone of his voice was everything you needed and more, your fingers glided easily between your folds and you didn’t think twice before you plunge a finger inside of yourself.

“Fucccck,” you hear Kurt gasp out. You could hear him pumping his leaking dick frantically, eyes feasting greedily on the way your finger pumps in and out of your dripping hole, your breasts bouncing with each and every thrust. “Look at her. Fucking looking at her.”

You let out a high pitch moan as you add a second finger, your head falling back against your sheets as you continue to fuck yourself with your slick fingers. Your hips bucking upwards to meet your movements, your eyes rolling back into your head and Kurt’s name falling repeatedly from your lips.

“You’re such a good boy, Kurtie,” you moan out as you plunge your fingers deep into your sobbing pussy, slick sounds filling the room obscenely. “Such a good boy. S’fucking good f’me.”

Pleasure was spreading through you—white hot and making everything around you feel sharper. The coil in your gut was pulled tight and all you could hear was the schlick, schlick, schlick from Kurt fucking himself with his fist.

“I’m gonna be so good,” Kurt was babbling desperately, whimpers falling unabashedly from his lips as he stroked his length over and over again at the sight of you. “I’ll be such a good boy. I’ll be so fucking good f’you.”

Slick was dripping down your wrist as your other hand joined the fray—your finger circling your clit once and causing your hips to jerk upwards as pleasure pulsed through every nerve in your body.

“Fuccck, I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum. Let me cum angel, please? I need to cum. Please. Please. I’ll be so good. I’ll be so fucking good—”

“Cum. Cum for me, Kurtie. Please be a good boy and cum for me,” you gasp out as you continue to fuck yourself with your hand toys with swollen clit. 

And Kurt? He does exactly what you ask of him.

He lets out a strangled whimper of your name as he spills his release all over his fist and stomach. You watch, memorised, at the amount of cum that was spilling out of him. Fuck, it was hot. Watching his hips desperately jerk as he babbles your name like it was the only word he knew.

And it was that—him whimpering out your name like that—was the thing that pushed you over the edge. Heat surged through you, sending shock waves through every nerve in your body as your orgasm crashed over you. Your thighs shook, your juices dripped down onto the sheets beneath you and your breasts heaved heavily as your body attempted to recover from the intensity of your release.

The only sounds that came from you and Kurt was the both of you trying to catch your breath.

“Can we do this again?” you hear Kurt ask tentatively. “Soon?”

You blink slowly before sitting upright, your eyes flickering to your phone to see Kurt looking at you. His stomach was painted white from his own cum but he didn’t care as his big brown eyes looked at you pleadingly. Honestly, he looked as though he might cry if you said no.

Lucky for him, there wasn’t a part of you that wanted to say that word.

“Of course Kurtie,” you say with a gentle smile. “You wanna come round tomorrow after my stream?”

Kurt’s eyes practically bulge out of his head.

“You want—this—in person? Are you—”

“—I’m sure,” you say before he could second guess himself. “I’ll text you my address.”

Kurt swallows before nodding frantically. “Yeah—that’s um—great. Perfect, yeah. I’ll be over.”

You smile because fuck, this guy was sweet. So fucking sweet and you couldn’t wait to make him a whimpering mess all over again.

“Cool. See you tomorrow Kurt.”

You lean forward, picking up your phone to end the call but Kurt says your name and you pause, looking at him expectantly.

“You look really pretty when you cum,” he tells you softly. The words make you feel hot and it had nothing to do with the orgasm you had just had and everything to do with the guy with the big brown eyes looking at you like you hung the stars.

“So you do,” you tell him sincerely, your heart thumping in your chest as he flushes pink. You need to hang up before you tell him he looked pretty when he was flustered too. “See you tomorrow, Kurt.”

“Yeah. Tomorrow, angel.”

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