fuck my stupid omega life

You wanted to rim Kurt. Why not? The idea was highly appealing. Imagining him on all fours, whimpering and begging with his perfect cock hanging red and wanting, leaking as you feasted on him… The mere thought sent shivers down your spine. 

When you proposed it to him, he seemed hesitant. What if he wasn't clean enough down there? What if it didn't feel good? What if - God forbid - he farted? You calmed him down, though. He always got so anxious, poor thing. And you had to remind him how he could never do wrong in your eyes. 

So, preparations began. Kurt was a nervous wreck on the days leading up to it. He had researched thoroughly. He knew what diet to maintain, how to clean himself, what to do. Hell, he even booked a waxing, going by himself, all shaky and nervous. The ladies were really nice to him, and they didn't laugh when he yelped through the whole thing. After that, he walked clumsily towards a sex shop, trying to not make it obvious that he had his asshole waxed. Could people tell? Kurt had no idea. He hoped not as he went in and bought strawberry flavored lube. He wanted to be ready.

The day finally arrived. You and Kurt were kissing sweetly on your bed, and he was clumsier than ever. His hands shook a little bit. But he wanted to be good. He got naked, blushing when you kissed his chest hair, nodding enthusiastically when you played with his zipper.

“May I, perfect boy?” you asked with a smirk, lowering his jeans just slightly. 

“Yes, please. Nothing I want more.” Kurt said, his voice steadier than before, finding bravery in the praise. 

And then he was naked. He was already hard, of course. It was extremely easy to get him going, even when he was nervous. 

“So good for me, Kurt” you whispered, kissing his length. “Always so perfect and so needy.”

He blushed, and it was so cute and sweet and charming you couldn't help but smile. Sliding the tip into your mouth, you sucked him, bobbing your head gently. You didn't want him finishing too soon. He had this habit, but it was more endearing than anything.

When you released his cock, he was already panting and whining and blushing. And this wasn’t even the main show. You smiled, patting his thigh.

“On your knees, please?” your voice was soft. Kurt was already startled enough for anything harsh. He obeyed promptly, getting in position. “Oh… You waxed.” 

“Is that bad? I- Sorry, I shouldn’t have?!” Kurt was panicking already.

“No! No, love, it’s okay, really. Don’t worry. Just got caught offguard.” you said. “You’re perfect.” a playful kiss to his asscheek made him relax.

Focusing, you spread him slightly. Completely shaved, rosy, and glistening. Giving it a lick, you smiled. “Kurt… Why do you taste like strawberries?”

His arms gave out, and he suddenly had his face squished against the mattress as his ass was in the air, embarrassed. “I tried… Preparing myself? So it wouldn’t feel as foreign? And I got this nice tasting lube. Is that okay?”

“More than okay. You taste real good.” you said before diving back in.

Kurt was a mess. He trembled as your tongue circled his rim, his knees weakening as your tongue penetrated him ever so slightly. His cock was leaking and he was panting as you’ve never heard before.

“So good for me, Kurt. So good.” you murmured, content. Kurt just pressed back against you, whining, knees spreading as he got lower.

“Don’t stop. P-please.”

And you didn’t. Your attention on his hole was overwhelming, so hot and warm and wet. His fingers could’ve never prepared him for how delicious it all felt. His cockhead was rubbing against the mattress, angry and red from the slight friction, leaking like a faucet, and you tsked.

“Up, Kurt.” your hands straightened his thighs, putting him back on all fours. “Nothing should touch your cock. It’s useless tonight, okay?”

He nodded with a whimper, supporting himself more firmly, his ass as high as it could go as you went back to your ministrations on his hole. If the sounds he was producing were any clue, he wasn’t gonna last long. So you went faster, overwhelming Kurt further until his hole was throbbing on your tongue and he was painting the sheets with his cum. His cock was redder than ever and he moaned like you’ve never heard before.

Kurt collapsed on the mattress, squishing his own length slightly and whining over his own carelessness. He was sensitive as he turned on his back, and you ran a hand through his greasy hair.

“You okay, Kurt?” you asked, concerned.

“More than okay.” he said with a small laugh. “That felt really freaking good.”

“And you tasted really freaking good, too. Strawberry lube. Inspired.” you smiled, and he blushed.

“Ah, stop it! I wanted to be good for you!”

“Trust me, Kurt. You were really good. Thank you for agreeing to do this.”

“We can do it again, right?”

“Only if you use that lube again.”