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Just a little domestic something about Kurt’s pretty casual typical behaviour around you...
(Cw: 18+, smut)
Kurt Kunkle x reader
Kurt comes and sits on your lap after a long stream, you could tell his gaming session was intense because of the yelling through the thin walls, not just because he was sweaty when he wrapped his arms around you, and when you pushed your hand over his forehead through his hair.
You hum “Did you have a good stream baby?” Your hand continuing to stroke through his hair that to be fair wasn’t exactly greasy, there was definitely enough volume to be fluffy enough for your fingers to flow through, but he was definitely sweaty.
Kurt shuffles closer to you on your lap. “Mm.” he hums, and by his tone you can tell something was up. Due to his cheers and screams of “LET’S GO!!!” not more than 15 minutes ago, you can tell it wasn’t to do with the game. More than likely, his viewership numbers, or Bobby.
“Bobby was being kinda mean...”
There it was.
“Baby Bobby’s an ass. Just drop him.” You kiss his forehead as he gives you those dark eyes, but pouty lip. “He’s fake.” You add on, hoping that’ll tip the scale even a little bit, if anything add more weight long term at least.
“I’m still not getting enough numbers on my own. Bobby helps.” Kurt mumbles, shuffling closer to you yet again on your lap, his arms wrapped under yours, long slender fingers playing with your hair at your back.
You sigh, the Bobby problem was an ongoing one, and you didn’t really need to sort it right now. You kiss up Kurt’s neck, then down his collarbone, to his left shoulder, Kurt mumbling a little, a small whine there, but as you kiss to the collar of his blue shirt, you realise it’s almost definitely coated in his sweat too. At least you kinda liked when Kurt got a little sweaty. He always smelled good in bed after a few rounds.
“Are you gonna have a shower baby?” You ask, stopping your kisses to look at him while you gently sweep his brown hair back, being careful of those gorgeous eyelashes. Kurt shakes his head, it tilted down, his eyes toward your chest “Uh uh.” Kurt responds.
You’re about to ask, since you and Kurt have a dinner planned later, but Kurt buries his hands into your ribs softly but possessively. “I wanna do something first.”
You raise your brow, but you’ll know you won’t even need to ask, and you don’t, because Kurt’s constant shifting on your lap seemed to be purposeful, as now he was humping into the plush of your thigh, you could tell how hard he was.
“Oh baby. You want some attention?” You coo, after taking a brief moment to blush, your hand softly squeezing Kurt’s chest over his shirt.
He nods. “Yeah... I mean- no. I wanna fuck you- your thighs- your lap- your...” Kurt trails off, his mouth opening with a stunned breath, a little bit of spit on his lips, as he watches himself humping your lap, while he cages you in with his arms underneath yours. Swearing and shaking a little as he speeds up, yourself just glad the chair was pinned to the wall, the eager rate your boyfriend was going.
“Mmm...” you decide “I can still give you some attention even if you wanna do it all by yourself Kurtie.” You say, your hand ticklish on his waist. Kurt hums, but his eyes are still trained on the still growing bulge in his dark sweats (sometimes you almost forgot just how much of your boyfriend there was) as he fucks into your lap, angling downwards and pressing himself into your crotch finally. Kurt smiling wickedly when he earns a moan from you for that.
You still make good on your promise, even if distracted, and kiss Kurt all up his neck, deep sticky wet kisses just how Kurt likes. Your arms a little trapped from the ways Kurt’s pinning you, but managing to stroke and lightly claw into his back over his shirt. Moaning over a light nibble into the crook of his neck as Kurt pounds your clit right with his bulge.
“Fuck... I wanna fuck you so hard. Gonna... gonna make you mine. Wanna cum on you y/n...” Kurt breathes wetly into your throat as he pushes his broad chest into yours, his needy hips slamming himself into you, unfortunate that both your clothes are blocking what you want.
“Yeah? You wanna cover me with your cum? I’m all yours Kurt.” You say, unable to not let out a small giggle, mostly because Kurt whines hard at that.
It is feeling incredibly good though. And as Kurt pounds are roughly bouncing on and off your clit again, you moan out into his shoulder, trying not to bite down on him too hard. “Fuck, Kurt. You got it, right there baby, please.”
“Aaaahh..!” Kurt whines sharply, and you know it’s at your words way more than any feelings, he speeds up even if he’s getting sloppy, but his big hands bruise your ribs as he angles himself determinedly. “Fuck... gonna cum...” Kurt gurgles, pressing his head into your shoulder and moaning, gripping onto you tightly and not letting go as his hisses increase, his dick throbbing with need and too warm in his pants, desperate to do more but unable to be touched because otherwise-
“You can cum baby. I want you to. Want your cum on me Kurt. Will fuck you in the shower after to say thank you.” You moan hotly into his neck.
“Fuck!” Kurt slams his rock hardness into you perfectly, spitting and teeth scraping over your neck as his head falls and he whines needily.
You feel it when hot warmth pools in bursts from Kurt’s lap, still pounding right into your clit over your, fortunately, thin clothes. Kurt whining out your name as he spills out into his pants, rutting his growing darkening stain against your cunt.
You stroke Kurt’s back when his humps weaken, minus a few individual spasms of movement. A little disappointed you didn’t get to cum because you were genuinely throbbing down there right now, but you knew you’d get your chance with him later.
As Kurt stops humping you with his cum stained pants, he looks up at you with flushed cheeks, sweating even more from that small amount of effort, and his fingers not greedily clawing into you anymore.
Kurt moves forward with a happy hum. Sloppily kissing you and shoving his tongue straight into your mouth. It’d take some effort not to gag, if you weren’t used to Kurt. But very soon you’re humming right back into his mouth as you kiss him back, kissing over his tongue, as it tries to explore your mouth like it hasn’t done a million times. Especially after the first time Kurt kissed you, and he followed you around like a clingy puppy in his honeymoon period asking if you two could kiss again.
Kurt eventually pulls back, kissing the small trail of spit he leaves on your lips before you can notice (you definitely notice), and his smile is happy and relaxed on you. His eyes cheery and lips bitten in his successful smile, his cheeks bobbing with how pleased he is with himself.
“Yeah? Was that good?” You chuckle. Aware of the growing dampening leaking into you pants from Kurt, but your hand lovingly stroking over his warm cheeks as you smile right back at him.
Kurt nods, licking his lips. “Mhm. Can I make you cum now?”
Oh. You clearly are teaching Kurt a lot. You weren’t even sure if he noticed that quickly.
“Oh! Yeah, definitely baby. Of course.” You smirk, Kurt happily cheering out loud as he leaps off his seat on your lap, not bothering to change his pants, and bounds onto his knees right in front of you. Clearly eager and happy to please.
“You- you really hit the spot too Kurt baby. Felt so good for me.” You praise, wriggling up in your seat without Kurt’s extra weight on you, getting ready for him.
“Duh.” Kurt laughs, which you’re not really sure how to respond to, except with your own breathy laugh, until Kurt says “I literally dream of your p-pussy babe.” That makes sense.
Kurt chuckles when his hand smooths over your lap, his thumb rubbing over your clothed clit, making you hiss, and coming away with a pearly string from him attached to it.
“L-Looks like you came in your pants already.” Kurt laughs, biting his lip with a smile, as he paws eagerly at your pants, his eyes shining up at you.
“Oh no. You’re not getting out of it that easy buster.” You tease. That was Kurt’s own mess. But you should’ve known what Kurt’s answer would be as he in good humour responds “Not a chance.” and immediately your flushed skin is meeting the plastic chair as Kurt basically sweeps your pants from under you like a magician. You had actually seen him practicing magic tricks, for a video or a hobby you couldn’t tell.
But right now Kurt was dumping your pants on the floor, and his warm hands were happily running smoothly up your legs, going to part them so he could see his favourite treasure, as you placed your hand spread in his soft hair, not because Kurt needed any guiding there, but because he always liked to be touched.
“Oh and by the way. We’re still definitely fucking in the shower after this. I-If you want.” Kurt adds, his smile cute and genuine, before his head and his fingers duck down to venture.
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Next one I choose to trust, I hope I use some common sense
Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates! This is the outcome of a discord fic exchange and I am actually quite excited to post it here :) It’s been a hot minute since I wrote in @lumosinlove ‘s universe and the characters but I missed it.
Cw: Regulus’ past, anxiety about the future
It was a cold Saturday morning in Gryffindor and Regulus found himself sitting on his bed in his brother's house, a white paper in his slightly shaking hands. He had expected it but actually holding it between his fingers made it so much more real, too real, if he was being honest with himself.
Regulus Black’s life has been flipped upside down more than once in his few years on earth. When he was little, he went from playing ice hockey with his friends for fun to being in the NHL under the watch of his parents; then, his brother made national news and he suffered the consequences too and now his life is being flipped upside down once again. Only this time, it was his own choice that got him there. He simply wasn't used to being on his own, wasn't used to having his own free choice. Overwhelmed would be the word he would use if someone asked him how he felt at this moment.
N e w Y o r k U n i v e r s i t y
The letters stared at him and he stared right back. He should feel thrilled, right? This was what he wanted, or so he thought he did. He did want to go to university and NYU was his top choice so why- why was he feeling weird about it? Why was he not happy? He took a deep breath in.
Regulus was never one to cry, maybe it was because of his upbringing but he did however knew how it felt being so close to crying it would only take opening your mouth for the tears to spill over, so close that the lump in your throat almost hurts. What if he's not made for university? What if nobody will like him? What if people recognize him? What if he will be all on his own again?
And that was what the elephant in the room seemed to be, wasn’t it? He was not ready to be all by himself again. The more he thought about it, the more clear it became how little he actually knew about life outside of hockey. Friends, for example, are one of the most important things in life and he wasn’t sure how to make them. He didn’t think there really was a guideline, if he was honest, but the only close friend he made along the way, who didn’t count as a direct family, was Leo. And even he was connected to hockey. Hockey was always involved in some shape or form. And while he loved hockey, it was always and will always be connected to his parents and until a while ago, it was all he had, really. He never had something just for himself.
He remembers the conversation they had a while ago quite vividly, about Reg’s future. Sirius loved his family, he really did but asking them for advice wasn’t the best thing at that time. They met at the Dumais’ house for dinner and they weren’t even half way through when Logan and Finn were talking over themselves, praising Harvard. Dumo tried to see the more reasonable side, while Remus was just quietly laughing to himself in the corner, being no help whatsoever and the others didn’t even have the chance to give input with Finn and Logan entertaining the whole house with their bickering. He had pulled Regulus aside after they finished eating, asking him what he wanted to do. His brother answered in a very small voice, as if he was ashamed to speak his wants out loud. New York University was something that was the talk of the night after the other’s heard of it too.
Sirius finds him like that a little later. He usually checks on Regulus a few times a day, respecting his privacy and choice of wanting to be alone but he missed his brother and nothing could stop him from checking in once in a while. At that moment, it seemed like it was a good thing he did. Regulus was still sitting on his bed, the letter open between his hands. Worry made its way into Sirius’ mind. It looked a lot like a rejection letter from a university to him. At least that’s what the last few letters addressed to Regulus were about. He knocked gently on the frame, to not startle his little brother. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked quietly. Regulus blinked, his head turning slowly towards Sirius’ voice. “Mh?” “Did you-.” Sirius stopped himself, not knowing if it was the right thing to ask. Instead he said, “Which college is it?”
“NYU,” came a quiet answer. Sirius sucked in a breath. Shit.
Sirius breathed in, “Did you get rejected?”. To his complete surprise, Regulus shook his head, “No, I got accepted.” Sirius’ mouth dropped open, hands clapping excitedly, “That’s amazing, Reg!” It took him another moment to realise the lack of response from his brother’s side. “It is amazing, right?”
A beat of silence. Another one.
Regulus’ body shuddered. He wasn’t used to all those complicated emotions going through him right now, unsure how to handle the situation.
“I want this. This is like, the first thing I chose for myself in a long time. Something I want. I should be excited. Why am I not excited,” Regulus choked out, voice thick with emotion. Sirius rushed over, sitting down in front of him on his bed with a respectful distance.
“Talk to me Reg, it’s just me. You are safe with me.” That was what it came down to again, wasn’t it? He looked up again, finding his brother’s eyes looking at him. Safety. He can let go. He felt tears in his eyes building up, not quite spilling over yet. “I am scared,” he says in a small voice.
“Can I hug you?”
Before he could think of it, Regulus felt himself nod and not a second later, Sirius was scooping him up in his arms, holding his head close to his chest. Just like he did when we were kids. He returned the hug, snuggling a little closer.
Home.
“I cannot say I know exactly how you feel but I want you to know that it's valid. It’s okay to be scared,” Sirius said. “I don't know how to make friends, how to not be on my own again,” he mumbles into his brother's chest. He felt Sirius’ calm breathing under his cheek, trying to follow it. “It’s going to be a big adjustment but Reg, it will be so freeing. I don’t know how to describe it differently. Just… let yourself be, enjoy yourself, find yourself and it's going to be okay. Be exactly who you are and the right people will find their way into your life. You just gotta let them in. Its scary as fuck but look where it got me, I couldn’t be happier.” His brother paused, stroking his head, before he continued, “I am so proud of you, Reg and I'll just be a call away, so will Leo or Remus or the rest of the family. You will never be on your own. I need you to understand that.”
“You sound like Dumo,” Regulus said, a little laugh escaping his throat. He felt Sirius’ laugh under his face, still squished against his chest. It makes Regulus chuckle again too. If Sirius heard it sounding a little wet, he didn’t mention it.
“The old man is rubbing off on me.”
“I’ll tell him you said he’s old.” Sirius laughed again at that and Regulus felt a kiss on his hair.
“Okay,” Regulus said, pulling away from the hug, “Enough physical contact for today.” He shuffled away, leaning against the coussions and while Sirius was standing back up again and walking towards the door, they heard the bell ring.
“Are we expecting any visitors?” Regulus asked, wiping his nose. Sirius smiled a little sheepishly, stopping and leaning against the doorway.
“I might have texted Leo before I came upstairs. I figured you needed a distraction. I saw the letter on the table this morning and when you didn't leave your room all day, I assumed the worst.” Regulus barely had the time to shoot him a grateful smile before said blonde boy came bolting up the stairs.
“Regi!” Regulus smiled, glancing at his brother.
“Get out of here.” Sirius smiled too, making his way back to the bed to press a kiss on Regulus’ head once more, almost running into Leo while leaving the room for good now.
“On a scale of 1-10, how much recharging do you need?” Was the first thing Leo said when he fully entered the room.
“Solid 8.”
“Recharging?”, Sirius asked, confusion clear on his face. Leo and Regulus shared a knowing look, trying not to laugh.
“Go find your partner, Cap,” Leo said, nodding his head in the direction of the stairs with a fond glint in his eyes. Sirius rolled his eyes at that, the little smile on his lips betraying him as he closed the door.
Yeah, Regulus thought, he will miss this a lot but he will be okay.
Leo turned his attention back on Regulus now. “I brought emotional support ice cream and blueberry muffins, I didn't know what to expect. Sirius’ text didn’t give much away,” Leo said, a little wary.
“Blueberry muffins,” Regulus said, his smile growing bigger. Leo screamed in joy, tackling Regulus to his bed.
“I am so proud of you, I cannot believe you'll leave me,” Leo said, rolling them around.
