#kunkle

-kunkle

ʟɪɴᴋꜱ ↪ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴊᴏᴇ ᴋᴇᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ↪ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜱ ↪ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.7ᴋ ↪ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴜʀᴛ ᴋᴜɴᴋʟᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ↪ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱ, ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

ㅤㅤYour face was a blur. Every part of your expression exuded astonishment, as evidenced by the way your eyebrows were raised to their highest point, and also a touch of embarrassment, which was noticeable from the redness that had suddenly flooded your cheeks without you being able to control it. And it was no wonder, after Kurt's question, which he'd thrown out as if asking about the weather for the week. Even your lips had parted slightly, trying to complete the picture of surprise that every part of your face had framed, while your head shook slightly from side to side as you tried to make sense of the jumble of thoughts that had suddenly overwhelmed you.

ㅤㅤYou didn't quite know how to answer his question, especially as he gazed at you so intently with those large, dark eyes that so closely resembled those of a beaten puppy seeking the slightest sign of affection from its owner. Somehow, he was looking at you as if you were his dream come true, or perhaps as if you held all the answers in the world after having lived for two and a half decades, practically the same amount of time as him, as if you could resolve even the smallest doubts surrounding human existence. But deep down, although Kurt was embarrassed to admit something as innocent as never having shared a kiss in his entire life, the reason he confessed this to you stemmed from the comments he'd recently received on his YouTube videos and live streams.

ㅤㅤKurt wasn't stupid; he knew what a kiss was. His parents had kissed when they were together; he'd seen thousands of couples in high school do it, even groping each other at the back of the classroom before someone told him to stop watching, and of course, he'd seen it in the movies and streaming series he inevitably watched to keep up with what was being said online.

ㅤㅤBut to experience it? Oh, no. Kurt had never given or received a kiss from anyone.

ㅤㅤ"I don't know what to tell you, honestly," you replied in a slightly neutral tone, looking away from his seated figure, which occupied part of the edge of his own bed. "Do you expect me to say something specific or...? I just don't know what to tell you, I'm sorry."

ㅤㅤThe nervousness with which you had begun to speak was unusual for you, and it wasn't as if you were the most direct person when interacting with others, but the matter had been so unexpected that something inside you crumbled when you observed the shyness and the small sparkle in his eyes; you were convinced that it wasn't just a feeling of astonishment that coursed through your body, but also a deep sadness that your best friend hadn't experienced something as simple and genuine as a kiss, a brush of lips that even elementary school children had shared simply out of curiosity about something their parents were used to.

ㅤㅤ"I just want to know what you felt with your first kiss. Or with any kiss you've given, how you experienced it," he replied curiously, not wanting to invade your privacy, but wanting to find out how something so genuine and tender must feel. "If it's not too much trouble."

ㅤㅤYour sigh wasn't a bad sign, just a sign that your mind was racing and you couldn't find a simple answer. It was hard to explain. When you were much younger, you used to laugh at what people close to you said about those first kisses with your crush, but once you experienced firsthand what it was like to be kissed, even awkwardly, by the one who gave you butterflies, the one you thought about every single day, you could say without a doubt that it was like floating on a cloud.

ㅤㅤNow, although that sounded romantic and very fanciful, perhaps that wasn't what the brunette was hoping for. So you leaned back in his gaming chair to think, bringing one hand to your lips to caress them, feeling their softness on your fingertips before your mind drifted back to those memories from your teenage years. You thought about that classmate you had a crush on for a while during junior year, the one who kissed you at the Valentine's Day party the school had organized; you remembered that guy who asked you to the prom and thought it appropriate to kiss you to make up for accidentally spilling his punch on you in the middle of the night; and you definitely had to think about that jerk from the bar you hadn't gone back to after he, half-drunk, decided you were the "lucky" girl of the night.

ㅤㅤIf you really thought about it, the few kisses you'd shared hadn't really been a big deal, even though your mind had embellished them quite a bit. And although you'd shared a few with guys you'd liked at some point, and even in moments much more intimate than you were willing to admit out loud in front of Kurt, there had always been something that made you feel an immediate aversion to those displays of affection. Maybe the butterflies had been there, maybe you'd floated on a cloud for a few seconds, but it hadn't been much compared to the exaggerations you'd been led to believe as a child and what you'd fantasised about ever since.

ㅤㅤ"Actually, you're not missing much," you confessed unconsciously, taking your hand away from your mouth to answer him, shrugging. "People sometimes exaggerate when they say kisses are amazing or something, but I think in the end it all boils down to who you share them with."

ㅤㅤAt that moment, you thought you saw a lightbulb go off in Kurt's head. His eyebrows lifted, and his back, slightly hunched forward, suddenly straightened, revealing the idea that was slowly beginning to take shape in his mind.

ㅤㅤ"What's wrong?"

ㅤㅤ"What's wrong?" Your question didn't interrupt his moment of inspiration, and instead of leaping off his mattress like he did when he had a new idea for his internet videos, you watched as his cheeks flushed the same rosy hue that had once adorned yours, and his eyes seemed to hold two glowing stars within them. You were surprised, you had to admit, that for once he kept his usual enthusiasm in check when discussing something so personal.

ㅤㅤ"Could you give me a kiss?"

ㅤㅤHis question left you speechless, and instead of showing surprise, you looked at him with pity. Sadly, you looked at him with pity. And not because he usually caused that feeling in you when he spoke of the few visitors he received, but because his voice sounded so soft, like a plea, that it reminded you of the boy he was when he was sixteen, that helpless young man that nobody wanted to be with because he was strange, but who, for some reason, made your heart jump a little every time your eyes met in the hallways.

ㅤㅤ“You don’t have to give your first kiss right now, Kurt,” you replied, stretching your legs so your bare feet touched the floor and you could drag the chair across the floor until you were standing in front of him. “You shouldn’t stress about things like that.”

ㅤㅤBut the moment you felt his large hands around your ankles, his thumb gently sliding around the bone as he rested his chin on your right knee, something inside you broke even more. It wasn’t just a kiss he was asking for; it was something much deeper, something the world had kept him from having. Kurt was asking for love, love he’d never received.

ㅤㅤ“Please.”

ㅤㅤThat request was enough for you to make a decision.

ㅤㅤGetting up from the chair you'd occupied for part of the afternoon and returning it to its place in front of the desk, you settled in to Kurt's right, sitting on the edge of the mattress just like him. As you made your arrangements to tidy the room, Kurt's dark eyes watched you, a sudden warmth starting in the pit of your stomach and spreading to every part of your body, causing your neck to flush a reddish colour that caught your attention, but you didn't make fun of it at all, unlike Bobby, who surely would have. Although you didn't say it aloud, you inwardly thought he couldn't be more charming than he was at that moment, blushing and nervous as he patiently waited for you to feel ready to kiss him.

ㅤㅤ"Where do I put my hands?"

ㅤㅤHis innocent and tender question brought a small smile to your face. You'd never been asked for directions on something so instinctive. Your hands always travelled on their own, guided by personal preference.

ㅤㅤ"You can put them on my waist, if you want," you suggested, placing your own hands in the aforementioned area as you turned slightly to face him properly, making the moment more comfortable. "Oh, right, I almost forgot!"

ㅤㅤYour exclamation piqued his curiosity. Seeing you pat your front pockets, Kurt noticed you pulling a small, round bottle you usually carried from one of them. It wasn't that your lips were dry—definitely not, because they felt incredibly moist after the countless times you must have unconsciously licked them while imagining what it would feel like to have his lips against yours in those few seconds when you decided to do him this favor—but you thought the strawberry flavor might make the experience more enjoyable for the brunette, especially knowing it was one of his favorite vape flavors.

ㅤㅤ"You don't need to use it..."

ㅤㅤ"Oh, of course you do," you affirmed as you unscrewed the cap, using your pinky finger to spread it and then rub it against your lips. "You're going to like it, you'll see."

ㅤㅤAnd Kurt didn't have to doubt it, not after how much you cared for him and how much he liked you; you could have smeared yourself with sour jam, and he would still find it wonderful on you, even if he hated the taste.

ㅤㅤKurt's thoughts stopped the moment he felt the softness of your fingertips against his cheeks as you gently cupped his face in your hands, cradling it tenderly as you brought your lips to his.

ㅤㅤIt wasn't direct contact, as Kurt had seen in movies, nor was it an intense encounter. Instead, it was slow and calm. The tip of your nose brushed against his for a few brief seconds, your hands guiding him so you could turn your heads and align yourselves, and finally, the subtle pressure of your lips against his that left him completely disarmed and his mind a mess. He couldn't think; it was as if his capacity for reason had vanished the second you had come close enough to kiss him. Kurt could feel that same heat rising in the pit of his stomach, spreading to his face, creating such an intense heat that he thought he was suffocating in your mere presence. Kurt could feel the adrenaline rushing from his stomach to his hands, sending a tingle through him that almost made him shudder at your persistent touch. Your lips momentarily parted from his, finding a more comfortable position to resume your brief kissing session.

ㅤㅤKurt had asked for a kiss, and you were offering him paradise.

ㅤㅤHis brown eyes, still open, almost closed unconsciously when he noticed yours were completely shut, so lost were you in the moment. This sent a new, slightly different, deeper, more exciting tingle through him.

ㅤㅤYou, of all people in the world, were enjoying kissing him. Otherwise, you wouldn't have closed your eyes, would you? That thought made him gasp, a gasp your lips captured without hesitation, deepening the kiss without a second thought. In that moment, Kurt knew you were right: it was all instinct.

ㅤㅤHis hands moved with slight hesitation to your waist, the way you had described and shown him before, to hold you firmly, but not roughly, to feel you against him. The feeling that you were still there with him, that you were truly kissing him, and that this wasn't just another one of those dreams where he woke up with an erection that left him completely overwhelmed until he went to the shower to let the cold water soothe his need for you, stirred something new within him, something he wanted to feel every day, something he definitely wanted to share with you from that moment on. That arousal wasn't new—God forgive him for the countless times he might have masturbated thinking of you—but it was different because this time it stemmed from something you had done directly to him.

ㅤㅤYour figure, your lips, your hands.

ㅤㅤ"You're red," you murmured innocently as your lips parted by mere centimetres from his, as if you hadn't mentally given him five heart attacks.

ㅤㅤKurt didn't respond, only nodded gently in agreement; he didn't trust his own voice to speak at that moment, much less with his heart racing so fast it was almost alarming. And your smile completely melted him; it was so beautiful he could feel his thoughts vanish in microseconds every time he saw it grace your face. Those lips, slightly reddened and swollen from the kiss, and those precious eyes of yours that always looked at him with affection and a beautiful shine, were the cause of his mind simply flying away and having moved to a completely different planet.

ㅤㅤBut you didn't hesitate for a second longer before bringing your face close to his again, allowing him to take the final step towards you, closing the gap between you and meeting in another kiss that wasn't very different from the previous one. Kurt's kissing was awkward, normal for someone who had never kissed before, but he was searching for that satisfaction and that fire he had found during your first encounter, only this time, something seemed to change in your plans, which you could tell by the way your body leaned a little more towards him, and he had settled closer to yours. Your hand, at least your right one for the moment, moved away from his face to guide it towards the lower part of his body; While it was true that at first he had considered the possibility that you might cling to his jacket or even embrace him to give the kiss the same depth he'd seen in TV shows or movies, he hadn't expected your palm to ultimately rest on the erection that that first encounter of lips had unintentionally caused.

ㅤㅤA new gasp escaped his lips when he felt that pressure against his member, that small hand of yours, so different from his own, simply slowly rubbing the bulge he hadn't noticed when you'd separated to catch your breath.

ㅤㅤ"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Kurt murmured softly against your lips as he felt the warmth of your palm against the fabric that enveloped his member.

ㅤㅤA slight forward jerk, toward your palm, made you smile. Kurt was seeking the friction that only your hand seemed to offer, and you, being the good friend you were, were definitely going to help him a little to relieve the tension that now coursed through his body.

ㅤㅤKeeping your hand on the bulging fabric, feeling the warm flesh rub lightly against the cloth, seeking your touch, you didn't hesitate to offer him what he needed.

ㅤㅤWith a little more firmness, wrapping your hand around the bulge that at times became a little harder and not as malleable as it had initially seemed, you began to rub your right hand against it in slightly circular and vertical movements to relieve him; his gasps against your lips were proof that something definitely large and in need was lying beneath those grey pants. You didn't bother to check the size, although, judging by the thickness and how your fingers couldn't even touch around the circumference, it was definitely the perfect size for a woman who needed to be filled, and who might even feel overwhelmed by the sensation of opening during penetration. And you would undoubtedly be envious knowing that someone other than you had had the opportunity to ride something that, while perhaps not enormous, would be perfect for you.

ㅤㅤ"Don't go so low..."

ㅤㅤKurt's request caught you by surprise, and, momentarily separating your lips from his and feeling his forehead fall against your shoulder as he gripped your waist tightly for support before you could feel him trying to penetrate your hand, you observed what he meant. The bulge had a stain caused by pre-ejaculate covering the tip of his penis, just a small stain that could easily have passed for sweat or water, but the way he moved his hips told you he was seeking friction specifically on the glans.

ㅤㅤKurt wasn't going to mention it, at least not at that moment while he felt your hand against his penis, but it was true that his glans was his most sensitive area, something he'd discovered by chance when he first masturbated thinking about you. The thought of your bare hand touching him there, whether he was clothed or not, caused a sudden shudder that made the area press firmly against your palm, seeking the release and friction he so desperately craved. And the more he pressed, the larger the stain became.

ㅤㅤTherefore, although the usual custom when giving a man a handjob was to wrap your hands around the base and then move them up and down to create the friction and pleasure they craved, in this case, your actions were far from that. Placing your hand where the tip of his member should be pressing against the fabric of his pants, you completely enveloped it with your hand before using your fingers to maintain that constant pressure, causing him momentary relief, while your palm moved in small circles that caused the brunette to gasp as he continued to grip your waist with his hands; not even in his wildest dreams could Kurt have imagined that you would be the first woman to kiss him and do something of that magnitude to him.

ㅤㅤ"Is this better?"

ㅤㅤYour question didn't go unnoticed by Kurt, who responded in a matter of seconds with a quick nod that made you chuckle softly. That sweet sound reached his ears, sending a shiver through him at the prospect of you being there with him.

ㅤㅤThe addition of his hand, already sweaty and slightly trembling with nerves, and the shared moment, on top of yours—the one that was more specifically masturbating him—redirected your attention back to the point of interest. You noticed how he guided your hand over the thick bulge that was beginning to tremble under your combined touch, applying a little pressure that you hadn't dared to use, making your movements even more circular. It was a combination that made him gasp a little louder before his hips moved forward to thrust into your hand. His guidance was gentle, offering a variety of movements that allowed you to feel the girth of his member, noticing how it seemed to move on its own at times, overwhelmed by the pleasure of your hand's constant pressure and the friction of his underwear against the sensitive area.

ㅤㅤThe whole experience was overwhelming and definitely something new for the boy.

ㅤㅤIt was so intense that, unable to resist, he completely covered your hand with his so that you, in turn, could cover the head of his member as he thrust twice, just enough before a muffled moan escaped his lips as he continued to ride the waves of pleasure that washed over him as he reached his climax.

ㅤㅤAlthough you didn't see it, nor did he, thick strands of semen oozed from him, inevitably staining the inside of his underwear, the skin covering his penis all the way to its base, and even his trembling testicles. The thick fluid seeped through the fabric, staining the thicker grey pants, so you could feel the dampness beneath your palm as he held you close, as if he didn't want you to move away from him in the slightest.

ㅤㅤ"Thank you so much..."

ㅤㅤKurt's whisper was barely a muffled sound that stirred a tenderness in you, even though the moment was far from tender. It could have been avoided, but hearing his soft gasps and feeling his warm body against yours made you realise you had done far more than he would ever have asked.