#kurties

Warnings: Angst hcs and nsfw hcs, neglect, cheating.

Fluff

- this man has never had the touch of a loving s/o in his life. Which is why he’s incredibly awkward

- will try to flirt with you but ends up stuttering and messing up the pick up line.

- at first doesn’t know how to show physical attention and is often stiff when you hug or kiss him, eventually learns.

- shows you off in his stream, A LOT.

- he not only sucks at flirting with you but he’s also clueless when you flirt with him. He will ask the chat what it means and when the chat explains to it, as well as call him names, he gets all red and try’s to flirt back.

“W-well I think you’re hotter than the sun 😎”

- struggles to kiss you, doesn’t know how to. Until you show him ofc

Angst

- sorry to say this but Kurt will sometimes prioritize his fame and clout over you. He’ll leave early to do more Sprees and when you call him to go out he’ll say he’s busy with his stream.

- if you bring this up to him he will complain that his views are important to him and this is what he always wanted

- might even film the argument (Fight with S/o, NOT CLICKBAIT!!)

- might even forget to go out on a date that you planned because he’s out there streaming. When he remembers he does stop streaming but when he gets to where your date is supposed to be, you’re not there.

- he realized that you two had a date 5 hours ago so of course you wouldn’t be there

- will try to apologize but you know deep down he really wanted to get more views and followers.

- argues with you that #thelesson is really important to him

-if the chat says, he will kiss someone else. Especially if they’re famous

- will blame the chat for what he did once you found out

- if you break up with him after all that he will continue to stream just not as often and with less energy, will snap at the chat and start driving recklessly out of anger once the chat makes fun of him .

- tries to get you back in the most awkward way possible

Nsfw

- no he’s not a sex god, he’s a virgin 💀 he’s inexperienced.

- sloppy at first but eventually gets the hang of it

- SUB, major sub. He whimpers and moans so easily.

- sensitive to your touch

- there will be a point where he does dominate you. Just not anytime soon

- will record a sex tape with you with consent

- doesn’t know where to put his dick in 🤷‍♀️ sorry guys

- after his first time with you, he watches 10x more porn than he used to. Making mental notes here and there.

- you don’t mind how sloppy he is, it feels good and you find it kinda hot that he’s all moans and whimpers with you

Note: I will not write any of the following if I do end up writing smut.

- non-con or any r*pe

- illegal age gap

- anything else along those lines

I have a preference for dom! y/n so don’t expect a lot of Dom! Kurt or anything like that 😭

It's cool! My go to is male reader anyways ^^ Hope you enjoy this, I added some small spice but nothing to big like full on smut, I also added a little more depth to the plot, like, reader has a shitty ex (if you see this, you know who you are) >:3 Btw, I now know how being stalked feels, so- fun :D

"Obsession"

WARNINGS: Stalking - Smoking - Kidnapping - Mentioned Death

Pairings: Stalker! Kurt Kunkle X Male Reader

“I can fix him”

So i put this up on Wattpad, but i don't really think that's the platform for it, so imma put it on here and hopefully y'all like it(:

warnings: Kurt being Kurt, cursing, car sex, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, sub! Kurt

word count: 2.5K

You had ordered a Spree ride. Now, you usually wouldn't but your car had broken down a few days ago and it had yet to be finished with repairs. So that meant you had to request a rideshare. You tried not to think anything of it, as people did this all the time. It usually turned out fine.

Your ride was soon confirmed by a driver named Kurt. You saw his car type, license plate, and profile picture. You saw that he was highly rated, but you weren't aware of that trick-he actually wasn't at all. But you didn't know that yet.

You saw the car pull up and the driver's side window slide down, "Hey, y/n?" called out the driver. "Yeah, you're Kurt?" "Yep, that's me. I'm your Spree driver. Get on in here." You nodded, took ahold of the door handle and hopped into the back seat.

Kurt started driving and took a moment to clarify your intended location with you. He seemed nice, just maybe a bit of an oddball. His hair was slicked down on his forehead, and he wore a bright blue shirt. You look at his face in the rearview mirror, to get a good look at him, just in case you would need to identify him later. You knew that you couldn't trust anybody in the world you lived in.

You came to realize that, under the bad hairdo, he was actually a handsome guy. Nice complexion, pretty brown eyes, and a kind face. "Hey, there's some water back there if you need it. It's pretty hot out there today." you heard Kurt say. But you weren't raised to take drinks from strangers, so you politely said, "No, I'm good. Thank you though."

He was most likely harmless, but you could never be too sure. You decided to look out the window, to help kill some time during the drive, but you noticed a camera attached to the window. "Um, excuse me, Kurt?" "Yes, y/n?" You looked ahead, and he met your eyes in the mirror, waiting for what you were going to say. You looked around and saw other cameras in various spots in the car.

"What's with the cameras?" "Ohh, yeah sorry, I hope you don't mind. They're for my protection." Okay that made sense. "Oh, I see. It's a pretty brave thing to be a Spree driver." "Yeah, totally. But it can also be fun and good for content." Kurt said confidently. "For content? What are you, like an influencer or something?" you asked, laughing.

"Well, yeah." he answered, a hint of hurtfulness in his tone. "KurtsWorld96. Ever heard of me?" "No, I don't really keep up with social media." You looked up in the mirror again, and his eyes were as big as saucers. "Seriously? Like how can you even sat that?" "I don't know maybe it's because all that stuff doesn't matter?" you retorted back at him.

"Oh? So having a social media presence means nothing to you?"Kurt was nearly shouting, just with disbelief. "I mean, maybe it does to some people, just not to me." you shrugged. "Well, sorry to say this, y/n, but if you're not documenting yourself, you basically just don't exist." he said, matter-of-factly. Kurt wasn't trying to come off as rude, he was just giving his thoughts to you. Social media and growing his audience was his entire world. It consumed him. "If that's how you feel, Kurt. We can agree to disagree, I guess."

"I guess so. I can respect your point of view as long as you respect mine." Kurt said. The car came to a stop, there were other cars all around at the stop light. traffic was built up, as it was late afternoon and people were getting off of work. "Sorry it's taking so long. I hope you're not in too much of a hurry." "Oh, no, it's all good. It's not your fault anyway." you said, looking at him in the mirror.

You looked out the window, and despite the busy city, the sun was setting, and the colors in it were beautiful. You started to forget about where you were even headed-oh that's right, meeting friends for dinner. Eh, you weren't really feeling it to begin with, but now as you looked at your driver in the mirror, you wanted so badly to change your plans.

"So, Kurt?" you said, getting his attention. "Yeah?" he responded, pressing his lips together and widening his eyes, looking so cute doing so. "You got a girlfriend or something?" He laughed, "Oh, me? No, no, y/n, I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have the time, ya know with trying to grow my following and all." "Oh, yeah I'm sure that can keep a guy busy." you said, adding, "So do you have any free time?" You watched him by scooting forward in your seat. You put your hands on the back of his seat and took in his body language.

"Yeah, that's where Spree comes in." "Well, that's still work, Kurt. I mean, don't you have any friends that you hang out with?" "Aw, yeah, Bobby Bud Lee." Kurt looked at you in the rearview mirror like he was waiting for you to recognize the name. You just stared back at him. "Oh, am I supposed to know who that is?" "You don't know Bobby Basecamp? Man, you really are disconnected, y/n." "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Do you have any friends that aren't... influencers?" Kurt chuckled, "Why are you asking so many questions?" Okay, that's a no. His face was really starting to turn red now. You smiled, feeling your own blush coming on. "I don't know. I just think you're cute is all." "Oh, really?" "Yeah, really." You leaned further forward, almost touching your mouth to his ear. "Are you gonna do anything about it, Kurt?" His face dropped upon hearing the seductiveness in your voice. He was definitely nervous.

Kurt looked over at his phone, which was secured on the dash. "Oh look, we're only two minutes away from your destination." he said, flatly. "No, I don't want to go there anymore. Take me somewhere else, Kurt." You inched even closer, "Somewhere private, where we can...talk." you slowly reached up and touched his hair gingerly. "Want to?" you asked. Kurt kept his eyes on the road and was stiff in his seat, but he said, "Yes."

He took a turn off of the main highway and drove a few minutes out of town. "It's just this old junkyard that my mom's dad used to own. So no one should find-uh, bother us out here." "Okay, cool." you said, "I mean, it's not like you're gonna kill me, are ya?"Kurt chuckled lightly as he put the car in park. He then eyed his phone, which made you suspicious, but you didn't know why.

"What was that on your phone?" you asked him. "Oh, nothing." he said looking back at you. You took his answer, not really caring, as your hormones were taking over your body. "Okay well, do you want to come back here with me?" you bit your lip after the question, trying to act all innocent. Kurt grinned and nodded frantically. "Come on." you held your hands out to him. He grabbed your hands and climbed into the back seat with you.

You couldn't stop smiling as he sat close. You could feel the heat from his body. Nonchalantly, you rubbed your thighs together. "Kurt, can I kiss you?" you asked, put your hand on his arm. "Yes, I'd really like that." he said, leaning in and closing his eyes. You took the lead, and put your hands on his face, cupping his cheeks. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his.

You opened your mouth slightly, and so did Kurt. He tasted like Monster energy drink. You swirled your tongue into his mouth and after that, he became more eager. His lips moved fast, brushing over your mouth like he was starved.

Smuttt

You put your hand on his chest, gently pushing him back a little bit. You grinned and took ahold of the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head and dropping it onto the floor of Kurt's car. His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Wow." he said, eyeing your breasts, his hands ready to reach out and touch them. He moved, and you were ready, ready to fuck without another word passed between the two of you. "Y/n, I-I can't, I just, I'm sorry."

Kurt hung his head, "I can't do this. I can't do this to you, because the truth is: these cameras aren't really for my protection." he pointed to one of the window cameras. "I'm live-streaming right now, like there are thousands of people watching by now." You were completely dumbfounded. "Are-are you serious?" "Yes, I am-I just couldn't have, I couldn't like, ya know, without you knowing that we're being watched. And I'm sorry."

"Oh, well, can you turn them off then, so we can actually do this?" you asked. Kurt sat there, doe-eyed look on his face, "Y-yeah." "Then do it and show me that the cameras are off." He did as he was told, and grabbed his phone, turning off the livestream. He turned his phone screen to you. "See? Here are all the cameras-the camera shots, and they are all off. I swear. I wouldn't make a-I wouldn't do a leaked sex tape without your permission. Because number one: it's way, way-totally wrong, and number two: it's criminal-illegal." he said, nervously nodding.

You scanned your eyes over his phone, and then looked at him. "Okay, I trust you, Kurt. Now, fuck me." you smirked, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. You could hear his breath hitch in his throat as you dropped your bra to the floor. His mouth formed an "o" shape. He gulped, "They're so prett-so beautiful." He licked his lips. "Kurt, you can touch them, sweetie." You pushed your chest out toward him a little.

"Oh, okay." he put his hands on your breasts, gently squeezing them, your nipples peaking against his fingertips. "Mm." you whimpered. "Does it hurt?" Kurt asked, looking into your eyes. "No, no, just the opposite." You caressed his sweet face. "Do you want to fuck me, Kurt?" He tightened his palm grip on your breasts, he pressed his lips together, and let out a high pitched, "mm-hmm."

"Here, let's take your shirt off." you suggested, pulling on the hem of his shirt. He nodded and grabbed the back of his collar to help you pull the shirt over his head. Kurt had hair on his chest, and he clearly hadn't seen the inside of gym in a while, or maybe even ever. But hey, he wasn't unattractive by any means. To you, he was actually quite cute. You could feel how hard his cock was underneath you. Instinctively, your folds started to coat your panties with your arousal.

"May I?" you asked, making a small gesture to his sweatpants. "Yes-yeah, please." Kurt was obviously eager for what was to come. With a tug of his pants, his cock sprang up, free from its confinement. "Ooh, big boy." you said, biting your lip and looking at him seductively. The tip was already red, precum teasing the opening of his slit.

You swiped your tongue over it, tasting the saltiness of him. As you tucked your lips over your teeth and sheathed him, you could hear him whimpering softly. Kurt put his hand on your head, but he wasn't brave enough to apply any pressure or to guide you in any way. He was thrilled with whatever you were willing to give him. You rolled your tongue along the underside of him as your lips sucked him back and forth.

You started to moan on his cock, letting him feel vibrations from your mouth. Kurt's breath hitched again, "Oh, that's good. Fuck yeah." He spoke softly, but his fist tightened around thick strands of your hair. He swallowed and made a sound in his throat. He was groaning, saying, "oh" in hushed tones. His breath quickened into a pant. You were sucking him hard and fast.

"Oh, shit!" he called out, spurting his cum into your mouth. You swallowed him up and sucked his tip until it was clean. Kurt watched you wipe your lips, his seed glossing over them. "That was sexy, so hot, y/n." He was still panting, but there was a sense of relief about him. Like he really needed that release. "Well, if you liked my mouth," you moved onto his lap, straddling over his semi stiff cock, "you'll love my pussy."

You took his dick into your hands and spit onto the tip. Your palm lathered in the saliva and massaged him up and down. "You gonna get hard for me again, Kurt?" you teased. "Yes." he said, nodding like the most obedient student. You giggled, stroking him a little faster and as he got hard again, you said, sweetly, "Good boy." You leaned in and kissed him on the lips, he didn't even care that his spunk was still on your mouth.

Kurt's cock stood tall, and you settled onto his tip, letting him split you as you slid down his length. "Ahh, yeah." you moaned softly, closing your eyes. "No, look at me." Kurt had the tendency to stumble over his words with nervousness, but not those words. He looked you directly in the eyes, he was commanding you. You popped your eyes open, starting right into his caramel-colored irises.

He reached the pit of your insides, and it was as if you took a hit of ecstasy. He felt perfect in your pussy. You began to rotate your hips forward and Kurt put his hands on your hips and kept his eyes on you. His mouth fell open in awe as you glided further on him, and he was hitting you as deep as humanly possible. "Oh, Kurt...feels so fucking good." you cried, feeling short of breath as the moment of passion was creating a humidity inside the vehicle.

You rode him for several minutes, and Kurt was practically melting into the material of the seat underneath him. He was simply letting you have your way with him, and he was like puddy in your hands. He was panting, sweating, and moaning like a little bitch. You were sweating too, and your skin slapped against his with wet sounds. There was a mixture of both his and your sweat, as well as you arousals dripping and slipping around between you.

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna come." his speech was very labored, and his words got stuck in his throat. "Come for me, Kurt, please." you begged. "Ar-are you sure?" he asked, looking up at you with near panic, like he was about to erupt at any second. "Yes, it's fine, baby. I'm on birth control. Just let go for me, okay?" You put your hand on his face, caressing it. He grunted, closed his eyes, and with a huff, he bucked his hips and shot his warm cum inside of you.