#kurtkunkle

TW/CW: Blowjob, slight begging

You cuddle up to Kurt's arm as you both settle in to watch a movie. Some action movie he picked, you mainly planned on falling asleep during it. Kurt threw a blanket of the both of you and began the movie. A few mins in you could feel kurt shift slightly away from you. Like he was uncomfortable with you being on him.

"Are you okay?" You ask sitting up slightly.

"Uhhh- yea-yeah" he wains a fake smile.

"Oookay, pass me the popcorn please" you say as u sit up, pulling the blanket off him. You noticed a bulge in his pants and flush. He quickly grabs the popcorn and a pillow to cover himself.

"I'm so sorry, just the movie had a sex scene and you're so hot and right next to me and I couldn't help it and I just I just like yo-"

"It's okay kurt" you hush him, "it's a natural reaction to "sex", don't worry no judgement here haha" You awkwardly laugh trying to break some tension. The movie continues playing in the background as you both go silent.

"Uh, kurt?" You ask.

"Hmm?"

"Would you, uh like help getting rid of that?"

Blush filled this face, "ahh- uh, I mean yes? But only if you're offering cause I dont wanna put you an bad position, like you know I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or make you feel like you have too I can absolutely do it-"

"Kurt, you're rambling again." You smile, "I want to help"

He goes silent and just nods with a simple okay muffled. You slither down to the floor and get in front of his knees. You grasp the pillow and tug it away, making eye contact with his bulge. You palm it over his sweats and a small muffled moan drifts from his mouth. His hips buck slightly forward.

"Can I take them off?" You ask, referring to his pants.

"Y-yes please"

You loop your fingers on the hem of his pants and slowly start pulling down, he lifts his hip a bit to help get them off. As soon as they're off his dick pops up, slightly curved and a few veins. Kurt moaned a bit as the air hit his skin.

You look Kurt in the eyes and he seems entranced, his eyes are half lidded staring at you.

You reach up and grasp his dick gently and he moans, pre cum already spouting out. You look back at him, he bites his lip trying to hide how good your hand feels around him. Just to have you touch him like this makes him ecstatic.

He continues to moans as you stroke up and down, everyonce in awhile changing pace going from fast to slow. Teasing him really. Suddenly his moans become more erratic and spotty.

"I'm, I'm so close. Please more" he pleads, almost begging, "Please"

You continue your pace, "if you say so", you grin, leaning in, you stick out you tounge and do a swipe across the tip of him.

The connection of your tongue and his dick was too much. He dug his finger nails in to the couch as he came. White spewed across your face and tongue.

When Kurt came down from his high, he realised what he had done. "OMG IM SO SO SO SORRY!" He jumps up and runs to grab a wet rag from the bathroom.

"Kurt its oka-" you got cut off by him shoving the wet rag in your face. "I really didn't mean to do that, it just felt so good, we'll YOU felt so good and I couldn't help it..."

You wipe your face with the rag as he continues blabbering. When you're done cleaning your face, you look at him and smile, "kurt"

"Yeah?" He stops talking and looks at you. His cheeks are flushed.

Contains: bitchboysub!kurt x fem!reader smut, Kurt being an awkward virgin loser, edging, orgasm denial, tears, humiliation, weapons, no use of y/n

TW: blood, pain, guns, sex

You stared at the first picture on his Instagram after accepting the request.

Kurt here, just hangin w my dad 🤙

You scrolled to look at the rest of the pictures. Most of them were selfies, some were taken by someone else. All of them showed curt holding up stupid hand signs. But not gang signs, how most guys did. It was way nerdier. Looking down his timeline, you count three with a peace sign, a double thumbs up, three regular thumbs up, a few double peace signs, and several repeats of the first pose, where he extends his thumb and pinky. In all of the photos, he sports a too-cheerful smile and wide eyes, as if he was constantly posing for the thumbnail of a clickbait 2016 YouTube video.

His social media presence matched up pretty seamlessly to the first impression you had formed of him earlier that day when you met him for the first time.

“Hi, Nicole?”

The driver had turned around to look at you as you slid into the back seat. When you looked up, you felt your face grow hot as you took in the man in front of you. He had big brown eyes and messy hair that flopped all over his face, which he tried to fix in the same way a toddler would. He was grinning, somewhat bashfully, as he looked at you. He reminded you of a puppy.

“Uh, yeah,” you responded, hastily pulling your eyes away.

“I’m Kurt! It’s nice to meet you.”

As you tried to avoid staring, your head turned to the side, and you caught sight of a camera mounted near the back window. Upon further inspection, you found that there were at least six cameras inside the car.

“Hey, what’s with all the cameras?” You asked, suddenly feeling even more self conscious.

“Oh, don’t worry. They’re for safety,” he said, turning around to flash you a smile briefly before resuming his focus on the road. “M-mine and yours!”

That answer had satisfied you. After all, there were tons of weird people in this world. Better to be safe than sorry. You pulled out your phone and opened the front camera, checking your makeup.

“Do you wanna—Is it okay if I play some music?”

You looked up.

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

“Cool! I uh, I think you’ll really—This song is fire.”

He leaned over slightly and clicked play on his phone, which was affixed to the dash with a suction cup holder. Heavy bass began to shake the car as what sounded like a random SoundCloud trap beat played over the Bluetooth.

“Y-y’nkow, I made this beat!” he shouted pridefully over the music. He looked into the rear-view mirror expectantly, watching for your reaction. You giggled. The way he talked was so cute. Somehow he was wildly overconfident and absolutely pathetic at the same time.

“Yeah, it’s really good! Are you a producer?”

His smile almost spit his face in half.

“Y-yeah. I mean, I dabble.” He said, shrugging. He was trying to be nonachalant. That only lasted for about thirty seconds, though.

“I’m a—I make videos too. And I stream. I’m like, an influencer. Kurtsworld96. You should totally check out my stuff. A-and I always follow back. Follow for follow.”

“Oh, wow! That’s so cool! What kinds of videos do you make?” You asked. You reveled in how excited your flattery was making him. His eyes gleamed as he too-roughly smoothed his hair out of his eyes with a flat hand, mouth flying open to answer before you even finished speaking.

“R-really awesome stuff, super authentic, and like, super interesting videos. I-I do everything really. Like gaming, and uhh unboxing, and production type stuff. Really a-awesome. You should definitely—you totally gotta check it out!”

He was watching you eagerly, hoping for another positive response. You were silent for a moment too long, though, and he anxiously began again, trying to appease you.

“I make, like, other kinds of videos, too. Like, Onlyfans stuff. I’ve been in like, so many sex tapes. Like, probably you could find tons of videos online of me, like, totally having sex with tons of girls. I could—I feel like I could probably m-make a sex tape tonight, y’know?”

You started to laugh. Kurt’s smile dripped off his face and his ears reddened.

“Hey, listen, s-sex work is a legit industry, okay?”

He babbled defensively. You stared at the embarrassed, pathetic, validation-craving boy. His head hung, and the music pulsed quietly through the silence. Something about his demeanor gave you butterflies. He was really cute. The way he was so desperate for your approval in combination with his angelic face made you embarrassingly wet. He was way too fine to act like this.

“No, no. I support that one hundred percent. I’ve been in a few videos myself.”

His eyes snapped up to look at you in the mirror, mouth dropped open in surprise.

“Y-you have?” He asked. His pretty doe eyes were as wide as they could go, and his pupils almost completely obscured the color of his dark irises.

“Of course. But they didn’t do numbers. I’m not an influencer or anything. Not as cool as you.” You said, smirking.

“Y-you said—You really think I’m cool?”

He turned his head around to look at you. His perfect teeth were on display as he smiled incredulously. Your stomach flipped, and you couldn’t make eye contact as he stared.

“Of course, Kurt.”

“Wow, thank you!” He sat up taller now, beaming. He readjusted his hair again, this time more confidently.

“So, you’ll give me five stars, right? And follow my socials? Kurtsworld96? Follow for—?”

“Follow for follow, yeah, I know. I will.”

Finally, he pulled into the parking lot of your job, and you flipped around your phone to show him the rating on the screen.

“Five stars.”

As you stepped out of the car, he leaned out the window, still smiling.

“Hey, thank you! Have a great day, Nicole.”

He was the only thing you thought about during work that night. So, when you finally got home, you were eager to accept his follow request. After evaluating each and every photo on his account, you made up your mind. Something had to happen.

You had taken a bottle of wine with you into the shower. Red. That was the variety suitable for shower use. By the time you had dried off and made your way into bed, the bottle was three-quarters of the way empty, and you continued to sip as you resumed your examination of the photos.

Your mind wandered to the way he had looked in the car earlier that day. The way he tried so hard to get you to like him, and the way his face looked when he was embarrassed. Without thinking, your hands moved down between your thighs, rubbing yourself over your black cotton panties. You imagined him watching you, how helpless and pathetic he would look, not having the confidence to know how to react.

Once the bottle was empty, you worked up the courage to send him a DM. You thought for a moment, staring at the keyboard.

I can’t believe THE kurtsworld96 is following me 🥴

Hi Nicole! 👋

Omg, you remember my name?

Haha why wouldn’t I?

Do you remember all of your customers, Kurt?

Nah only the hot ones

You think I’m hot?

Yeah

I think you are too

haha

??

I was saying haha like laughing at the joke

I’m not joking baby you’re a cutie

ohhh

Wait till i tell Bobby about this he’s gonna be sick

who’s Bobby?

bobbybasecamp?

Who?

I only know Kurtsworld ❤

Really?

you don’t know bobbybasecamp but you know me?

Yeah never heard of him

anyways when can i see you again

??

do you need a ride?

No silly

i need you

“Hi, Nicole,”

He greeted, smiling, as you slid into his car once again. This time, you were in the front seat.

“Hi.”

“So, I was thinking, there’s this restaurant—”

“Actually, can we go to your place?” You asked, smiling up at him with your well-practiced seductive gaze.

“Oh! Y-yeah, for sure!“ He said, taken aback. He fumbled over his words as he tried to recover from what he felt was a too-long pause.

“I have a totally awesome gaming setup, and a huge TV, and my mom—the liquor cabinet’s always full, if you’re into that. And there’s a hot tub. And—”

He continued to list off amenities excitedly as he put the car in reverse, resting his hand on the back of your headrest as he looked through the rear window. You bit your lip, watching him. He looked so perfect. You wanted to ruin him.

“You know you look so good right now?”

He looked around in confusion, as if there could be somebody else you were speaking to. Then he looked at you, and pointed to his chest, eyes wide.

“I-I do?”

“Duh. Who else is here?”

He laughed, and then smiled at you cockily.

“Haha. Nobody.” He shifted around awkwardly in his seat, and then:

“You wanna—Will you listen to my new song?”

“I’d love to.”

Another song began to blare, sounding exactly the same as the one you’d heard yesterday. You weren’t really paying attention, though. You watched him as he bobbed his head to the music, eyes on the road, completely absorbed in the sound.

As you stepped into the house, Kurt closed the heavy wooden door behind you.

“Wanna show me your room?” You asked, taking his hand.

He stood there for a minute, staring at the hand that grasped his. Then he looked up at you, swallowing hard. He shook his head quickly, as if trying to break himself out of a trance.

“S-sure!”

You flopped down onto the king sized mattress, and Kurt stood awkwardly in the doorway. He walked over to his desk, where not two, but three monitors rested. He picked up a tiny black remote, and the lights in the room changed from white to purple.

“L-like the lights?” He asked, changing them to green.

“It can be green, red, yellow, blue, white, purple, pink…green—wait, I already said green. Blue, pink…”

He flipped through every color, still standing several feet away.

“So, wha’dya wanna do? I was thinking, we could stream for my channel, or I have a new vape if you wanna—“

Suddenly, you were right in front of him, inches away. His breath caught.

“Have you ever had sex before, Kurt?” You said quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

“Y-yeah! L-lots of times! I have sex, like, all the time!” His naturally loud disposition had disappeared, and he was suddenly unable to project. His body was tense, and he fidgeted awkwardly, taking a step back.

“Are you sure?”

“Of c-course I’m sure! I fuck b-bitches like allllll the ti—”

You brought your hand to rest on his lower stomach, and the end of his sentence was lost. He whimpered. Your knees went weak at the sound, and you took a few steps back, letting yourself plop onto the bed. He stared at you wordlessly, eyes shining, face bright red. Your stomach flopped again at the sight of him, and you felt heat growing between your legs as you stared.

“Are you going to be a good boy and do what I tell you, baby?”

His mouth dropped, and he swallowed hard, nodding aggressively.

“Take your shirt off.”

He reached for the hem of the cotton and pulled it up over his head, revealing his toned chest. He was skinny, but he didn’t quite have abs. A trail of hair led down from his bellybutton and into his waistband. You wondered how far down it continued. He crossed his arms in front of his stomach self-consciously, shuffling his feet. His face was still glowing red. The waistband of his boxers poked out above his sweats, emblazoned with Polo branding. Eyes traveling down, you could now see the imprint of his cock straining against the fabric.

“Fuck.”

“Is it that bad?” He asked, not meeting your gaze. He tried to shrink himself as much as possible.

“You look so pretty, baby.”

His head snapped up, and his big eyes looked up at you, pupils dilated, lips parted slightly in shock.

“Come lay down. On your back.”

He hesitated for a moment before complying. He was next to you now. Your faces were inches apart. He panted slightly as you stared at him. Then you moved closed the space in between your lips. Slowly, teasingly, your mouth barely grazing against his. He stayed completely still, eyes wide, breathing heavily into your open mouth. Grabbing the back of his head, you pulled him to you, sucking on his bottom lip. He whined, and you used the opportunity to flick your tongue into his mouth. He was squirming beside you, and you moved your hand to his thigh to still him. This, however, had the opposite effect, and his body spasmed at your touch, eliciting another high-pitched whine. You pulled your lips away from his and looked into his pretty eyes.

“Stay still, baby, it’ll be okay.”

Slowly, you moved your hand up until it rested on his boner.

“Agh, fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut.

“Does that feel good?” You asked, bringing your other hand up to his face to fix his hair. He shivered as her fingertips brushed his forehead.

“Mmmmm,” was all he could manage, eyes still closed.

“You’ve never had anyone touch you like this before, have you, Kurtie?” You whispered into his ear.

His hips rocked up into your palm in desperation.

“Answer me.” You said sharply, pulling your hand away.

“N-no. N-nobody’s ever t-touched me.” He said quietly, voice cracking.

You brought your hand back to his crotch, rewarding his obedience. First, you rubbed up and down the length of it, and then you brought your finger to play with the tip, tracing the tiny dark stain on the grey material. You felt his stomach muscles tense as he whimpered and squirmed under your hands.

“I wonder why, baby. You’re so big.”

He swallowed again and sucked in a deep breath. Suddenly, you sat up, pulling your hands away from him. His eyes fluttered open, but he stayed sunken into the mattress, looking up at you pleadingly.

“Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“Whaaa?”

He struggled with the single word. Poor baby was in shock. You felt your panties get damper as you gazed lovingly down at the mess in front of you. You’d barely done a thing and he was already a wreck. His long, dark lashes fluttered as he blinked at you, and his full, soft lips parted perfectly as he took in unsteady breaths.

“What do you want to do to me, baby? I know you watch dirty videos on that big TV when you’re all alone, Kurtie. Tell me what you think about doing while you touch yourself.”

He stared at her in horror, face flushed again.

“Hmfhh…mm…uh, uh…wanna—can I…?” He stuttered, trying as hard as he could to get the words out.

“Can you what, baby?”

“Wanna eat your pussy…” He said quietly, still staring at you in awe.

You smiled, laying back on the bed. You pulled your lace panties down from under your skirt, and guided them over your ankles. Spreading your legs, you lifted your head to look at him. He was still frozen in the same spot.

“Come here,” you commanded.

Obediently, he got up, and after readjusting himself, he brought his face in between your legs. But he didn’t move. His hot breath tickled your clit, and you squirmed, desperately in need of stimulation.

You felt his lips on your stomach, then on your thigh. And then he bit down. You cried out, not expecting it. Your pussy clenched, and you felt wetness drip out of you. You turned to look at him, and he was watching the result of his actions proudly.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

Then he moved down to lick the wetness from your opening. For someone who’d never touched a girl before, he was doing a pretty good job. As he licked hungrily, his moans and whines sent vibrations into your core, and combined with the sight of the pathetic, beautiful boy between your thighs, it wasn’t long until your legs were shaking as you came on his face. He continued to lick sloppily after you’d finished, and you pushed his head away from your now overly-sensitive pussy.

“Mm’I doin’ a bad job?” He panted, looking up at you. His face glistened with a mixture of your fluids and his own saliva. He looked so perfect.

“You made me cum,” you told him, smiling as you sat up.

“R-really? W-wow, it wasn’t even that hard!” He exclaimed happily, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“You taste so good.”

You looked at him lovingly for a moment, trying to capture a mental picture of how perfect he looked just then. He leaned over the side of the bed and opened the drawer of his bedside table, and began to rifle around. Finally, he found what he was looking for and stopped. He pulled his hand out, holding a strip of magnums.

“Uhhh, what’s that for?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

“Oh! I-I thought—Never mind.” He stayed frozen, condoms still clutched in his hand. His confidence from your approval moments ago instantly disappeared, and he began to blush again.

“First of all, I don’t use those. Second, you do what I say. Remember?”

He swallowed and let them drop onto the ground, nodding vigorously. You spotted something sticking out of the drawer.

“Is that a gun?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Wanna see?”

He reached over and pulled a Glock 9mm from the nightstand. He pointed it at you, laughing.

“Oh my god! Is that loaded?” You giggled, jerking your body out of the path of the weapon.

He looked at it for a second.

“No! Well, yeah it is. But the safety’s on.”

He looked again, longer this time. Then he flipped the safety.

“Well, it is now,” he said, grinning.

“What do you have that for?” You asked.

“W-well, being a Spree driver can get dangerous, you know? Or what if a crazed fan broke into my house? I’m the man of the home, g-gotta protect it!” He clutched the gun in his lap, staring down at it lovingly. Then he smiled at you; a big, cocky smile. You could tell having it made him feel cool. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a glint of purple, something shiny sticking out of the bedside table that reflected the LED lights. You sprang towards the end of the bed, reaching excitedly into the drawer.

“Holy shit, you have a switchblade?”

The knife was about twelve inches long fully extended. It was heavy, lethal in your hands. You felt electricity course through your body as you gently pressed the pad of your finger to the edge of the blade.

“Uh, yeah. B-be careful though, it’s really—”

You moved so quickly, he had no time to react. The edge of the blade rested against his neck before he even registered that you had moved. He was silent, though. He just stared at knife, and the arm that held it. Then he was pressing himself forwards. You drew the blade away quickly and turned so you could look at him.

“What—?”

You stopped as you noticed his cock jump in his pants.

“No way you’re into that!” You exclaimed incredulously, holding the knife loosely off to the side.

He stayed silent, but he kept his head down, not daring to look up at you.

Then you were on top of him. You straddled him, clutching the knife to your chest. You leaned your face closer to his, bringing the point of the cold metal to the hollow of his chest. He stared down in amazement at the knife pressed to himself, and you giggled as you felt his hips buck up under you.

You traced the point gently across his chest, side to side, and then up and down, barely allowing it to scratch the skin. He watched intently, trying to press himself up so the blade would break his skin.

“You’re such a freak, Kurt. Is that the kind of porn you watch?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and continued to try and rut against you as you traced the knife over his body. You kept talking, enjoying his reaction.

“But you never thought you would be the one in danger. You’re always the one holding the knife in your fantasies.”

Suddenly, he leaned to the side, and his hand shot behind you, but you moved quicker than he did. He had tried to reach for the Glock, which had been discarded a foot away on the bed. You snatched up the gun with your free hand and flicked the safety off, pointing it in his face. His eyes went wide, and his hands shot up by his head; not to shield his face, but rather in surrender.

“Hands behind your back,” you told him, bringing the gun closer to his face.

He did as you said, keeping his eyes trained down the barrel. You brought the handle of the knife up to your mouth and held it between your teeth.

SMACK!

He whimpered loudly. As your palm came away from his face, a handprint burned pink across his cheek. You felt him twitch beneath you. Tossing the gun onto the floor so that you’d be sure he couldn’t reach it again, you took the knife back into your hand.

You brought the edge of the blade to rest against the top of his pec, applying more pressure this time. You pressed as hard as you could without breaking skin. He whined, and rubbed himself up against your bare pussy under your skirt, separated from his aching dick only by the fabric of his thin sweats and boxers.

“P-please,” he whined, eyes locked on the knife.

“Please what?” You smirked.

He tore his gaze away from the blade to meet yours.

“Please…please—W-want you to cut me,” he choked out breathlessly.

You slid the blade swiftly across his chest, holding steady pressure. Blood leaked almost instantly from the wound. His body jerked, and you felt his cock pulsing under you.

“Hmpghhh! Fffuuuhhhckkkk…”

Following the high-pitched whine, his eyes rolled back in his head and his jaw went slack. As he twitched a few more times, you felt the fabric between the two of you grow damper, and you knew it wasn’t your own wetness.

“Did you just cum on yourself?” You asked, giggling.

His face glowed red and his eyes were wide. He looked up at you in embarrassment.

“You’re such a virgin all it takes is a girl sitting on your lap,” you teased, grinding your hips on him.

“Isn’t that right, loser?”

He didn’t answer. You brought the knife up to his throat again, pressing the point right above his Adam’s apple. You felt him getting hard again.

“You’re such a little bitch you couldn’t even wait till it was inside, huh?”

His pretty dark eyes welled with tears, and he tried to avoid your burning gaze, but he kept humping you like a stupid puppy.

SMACK!

Your hand fell across his face again, this time the back of it.

“Answer me!” You said loudly.

He twitched again, and the thrusting of his hips grew more desperate.

“Y-yes…” He whimpered, a tear falling from his long lashes and stinging the red mark on his cheek.

“Yes what, loser?” You prompted, making another tiny cut just above the first one.

He whined loudly, closing his eyes. He made a series of noises, but none of them resembled actual words.

“You’re so fucking pathetic! Begging me to cut you like a fucking freak, and then cumming your pants. I know you want to fuck me so bad. I would kill myself if I were still a virgin at 23. I know you want to lose it so bad, but you can’t even last long enough to fuck a girl.”

Eyes still shut tight, he nodded his head pathetically, writing up in search of the sharp metal against his skin.

“And you fucking like it. It gets you off, me knowing how much of a loser you are, and still letting you touch me anyways.”

He whimpered again, desperately. His hips rocked, trying to find more friction, but you were so wet that there was no way that could happen under these circumstances.

”Tell me. Say it.”

“I-I’m a loser. A-and a b-bitch. A-an I wanna f-fuck you s-so bad. An I’m pathetic and I need—wanna—please let me…feel it.”

He squirmed under you, and when he opened his eyes, they glistened with tears.

“You need it?”

He nodded weakly.

”I-I’ll d-do anything,” he stared up at you with his puppy eyes, begging. Completely under your control.

“Anything?”

He nodded again.

“You want me to take your virginity, Kurtie? You wanna cum inside me?”

“Ye-Yes! P-please! Please, please, I need—please. Need you.”

“You’re so cute,” you said, smiling.

Swinging your leg over his hips, you came to sit on your heels beside him. His pants were soaked. You tugged at his waistband, and his erection sprung out of its confines. He gasped as the cold air hit him. You took him in both your hands, and began to move them up and down gently, using his cum as lube. He craned his neck to watch as you stroked him.

“Fuck,” he whined, and his hips came up into your hands, trying to fuck them at his own pace.

You hit him again.

“Stay still.”

When your hands returned to his dick, you noticed that a thick string of precum had begun adding to the mess in his lap.

“You like getting hit, don’t you? Such a loser. Makes you fucking leak.”

“Please, c-can I put it in?” He pleaded.

“If you ask me one more stupid question, I’m gonna livestream this.”

His eyes flipped shut and he moaned involuntarily, and you felt his cock jerk in your hands.

“Oh my god! You’re into that, too? Holy shit, you’re such a freak.”

He struggled for a moment, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and haded it to you, unlocked.

The stream started, and after a few minutes, a total of three people had joined. You pointed the camera at his pretty, tear streaked and welted face.

“Only three viewers? I thought you said you were an influencer, Kurtie.”

He blushed, and his cock twitched again in your hand that wasn’t holding the camera. You stroked him agonizingly slowly, but that was out of frame, for now.

“I-I ammm! J-just, m-maybe…uh…maybe everyone’s sleeping?”

The phone pinged loudly with the donation sound, and a message came on the screen. A robotic voice read aloud:

$1 DONATION FROM BOBBYBASECAMP: dude stop lying you have like 30 followers

“Oh, Kurtie, is that true?” You turned to him, frowning.

He tried to shake his head, but you had already turned your attention to the phone.

“That won’t do,”

You handed the phone to Kurt and removed your shirt, exposing the white lace bra underneath that gave you pornstar cleavage. You had changed the title of the live to “Kurt loses his V-Card.”

He watched through the phone screen as you put your hair up, eyes locked on the digital version of your tits.

“You can touch,” you told him, guiding his hand up to your chest.

$1 DONATION FROM BOBBYBASECAMP: YOOO KURT NO WAY

“O-oh my god, there’s 100 viewers right now! H-holy—No way!”

His grip slackened, and for a minute the camera swung down, revealing his length gripped in your hand. He righted it quickly, looking up at you timidly to see if you noticed.

“Don’t show that yet, loser,” you snarled, ripping your hand away from his crotch.

$1 DONATION FROM BOBBYBASECAMP: YOOOOO WHY IS YOUR COCK OUR BRO NO WAYYY

“It’s up to 250!” He exclaimed, looking back at the screen. His dick twitched against his thigh as he watched the viewer count go up.

$5 DONATION FROM APERAPER67: how is this loser with hot chick tf

“Okay, I think now is a good time to tell them what’s going on. What do you think, Kurtie?”

Kurt stopped smiling.

“Wh-what?”

You ripped the camera from his hands and flipped it, putting his ruined face on display once more.

$5 DONATION FROM SQUIRTSQUADBATTALION: aw naw put hot chick back on my screen immediately

“So,” you started, smiling, “for anyone that’s new here, this is Kurt. Kurt, say hi, baby.”

“H-Hey guys, it’s me. Kurtsworld96.” He squeaked, smiling shakily. He kept glancing up at you for approval.

“Well, when I met Kurt, he told me he was this famous influencer! And I thought, hey, he’s kinda cute, y’know? So, when he invited me over for drinks in his hot tub, I thought, why not?”

His smile faded away quickly as he absorbed your words.

“And then, we started kissing, and he asked to eat me out. But then, this fucking loser, started begging me to cut him with this big ass knife. So, I did, y’know? I like seeing a guy with blood on him, I guess it’s my primal instincts. But anyways, when I cut him, he came in his pants. Like, immediately.”

Kurt had tears in his eyes now, and his face was bright red. So much so, that you couldn’t make out a single one of the welts in the shape your hand strewn across his smooth skin. Despite his evident mortification, he was still rock hard, and his tip was leaking a puddle into his already sticky lap.

“And then, I found out he lied to me. He’s not some big influencer, he only has 30 followers! What a fucking loser.” You spat, reaching down to squish his cheeks.

“That’s not the only thing he lied about. What else did you lie about, baby?”

He looked up at you pleadingly with his big, wet, puppy eyes, shaking his head. He looked so cute with tears running down his face that you almost wanted to give this up and just make love to him sweetly right then, giving him what he so desperately wanted. But that wouldn’t be any fun. And, hey, maybe this would help Kurt grow his following.

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“What did you tell me, Kurtie?”

Once again, he failed to answer.

SMACK!

This time was the hardest so far. He whimpered loudly, and his hips bucked up, searching for stimulation.

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“I-I t-told you t-that I had s-sex before,” he admitted, barely above a whisper.

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You hesitated for a moment when you heard the voice read the message.

“Baby, do you want to stop?”

He shook his head.

“N-no!”

You smirked.

“Well, I told Kurtie here that I would help him become a man. But then, I found out he lied to me. So now, we’re going to play a game to see if he gets to lose his virginity tonight, or not!”

His eyes clouded with worry as he stared up at you, mouth wide. This was news to him. You looked down at him joyfully,

“I’m gonna play with you, and you don’t get to cum until I say you can. If it happens before I give you permission, you’ll never know what the inside of a woman feels like.”

He swallowed hard.

“Ok, loser. Stand up. Good, now pants off.”

You held the camera so that he was fully visible now, his cock painfully hard.

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He was smiling now, the flattery and steadily growing viewer count going straight to both of his heads. You propped up the phone on the nightstand, ensuring a good view of both the boy’s pretty face and his huge cock. You wanted his pathetic expressions on full display as you tortured him. Grabbing the knife, you slithered your way back towards him, coming to your knees. You looked up at him, maintaining perfect eye contact as you let saliva pour from your mouth onto his dick. He moaned, and his eyes fluttered shut as you began pumping him with both hands. After a moment, you let one hand drop and took hold of the knife, pressing it into his ribcage several inches below his left nipple.

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“You like it when I cut you, loser?” You asked, still looking at him.

“Y-yes!” He whined, thrusting his hips into your hand.

“Look at the camera, baby, when I do it,” you instructed, pressing the blade into him.

He did as he was told, looking needily into the camera, and whimpering when he felt you slice his skin. But when he felt your hand swipe across the cut, he looked down. You gathered the blood that dripped out of the incision with your hands as best you could, and began to spread it on his dick.

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“Hmmfhhh fuck…that’s so—s’so hot,” he moaned, biting his lip as you stroked him. He watched his blood mix with your spit as your hands slipped up and down the length of him.

Then you wrapped your mouth around the tip, sucking on it like a lollipop before pushing your head lower.

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He whimpered and squeaked and pulled your hair as you swallowed him fully, reaching your lips all the way to the base of him.

“Hghhh…B-Bobby t-told me g-girls can’t do that in r-real life,” he breathed. Quietly, but loud enough for the mic to pick up.

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You giggled, still wrapped around him. Your teeth cut into your lip as you contorted your mouth to accommodate the size of him. You bobbed up and down happily, letting strings of spit drip down into a puddle on the floor as you worked.

“Nicole, p-please. S-slow d-down. Gonna…please?” He pleaded, trying not to cum in your mouth right then.

You obliged, taking up a slower pace. Still, he writhed and whined, gripping your hair so tightly you thought it might snap.

“Don’t run, baby, you can take it,” you assured him, coming up for air. Your hands continued to work him even as you pulled your head away. Blood was still flowing from the new cut, and you took some more on your hand, this time standing to smear it across his face. He looked at you like he loved you. His lips pouted, parted slightly, and he leaned towards you, yearning for the taste of your mouth. You bent down again first, and licked some of the blood up. Grabbing his head and tilting it back, and then pushing your thumb inbetween his lips to pull his mouth open, you spit his blood, mixed with your saliva.

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His cock, which you still held gently in your other hand, jumped as the taste of both of you took over his mind. Then you kissed him, hard and passionately, cramming your tongue into his mouth and biting his bottom lip. This time, he kissed back, and his hands came to rest on your ass, pulling your hips close to him. As your tongues swirled together, you felt his dick slide between your thighs and up against your wet clit. He fucked against you, whining into your mouth. You opened your eyes to look at the view in the camera. Your skirt was lifted, and his hands rested on the undersides of your bare cheeks, leaving your vagina exposed. His pink, weeping tip poked through every few moments in time with the rocking of his hips. You pulled away from the kiss to nibble at his ear, which instantly made him shudder.

“Fuckkkk, you’re so wet,” he whined, gripping your ass even harder.

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For the first time in his life, Kurt wasn’t paying attention to the viewers. You had his complete focus.

“Get on the bed,” you told him, pressing the point of the knife into his back. He did exactly what you had told him to.

“Good boy.”

You took his cock back in your hands, and leaned down to put him back in your mouth. As you swirled your tongue around his tip, you pressed the blade into him. Small cuts, all over his chest, one on his hip bone.

“P-please, c-can I c-cum?” He asked, squeezing his eyes closed.

“Don’t you wanna cum inside me, Kurtie?” You replied before bringing him back into your mouth, bobbing slowly from base to tip.

“I n-neeed to c-cum…mmmmnghh,” his pathetic whimpers made you so wet. You were dripping down your thighs.

“Yeah? Tell me how good it’s gonna feel, baby,” you said. Deciding to make it a little easier for him, you kept going with just your hands.

“Mmmgh fuck, s-sooo goood…I—Please? I need—aghhh!”

You picked up the pace, leaning over to kiss his face as you did so. You brought the blade up to his face, and he moaned.

“I won’t cut your face baby, you’re too pretty. But I know you’d like it if I did,” you laughed, nestling your face into his neck.

“You know you’re my handsome boy?” You hummed in his ear.

His eyes wide, he stared at you. His mouth opened and shut but no words came out.

“You know I’ve been thinking about this since the minute I first saw you?” You whispered, low enough that the mic wouldn’t catch it, keeping the show up for the camera.

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The only response he could offer were his pathetic whines.

“You make me feel so good, baby,” you continued. “Such a good listener. And you made me cum so fast.”

You kept stroking him, adding more spit whenever the squelching noises quieted.

“You’re so big, Kurtie. This is the biggest I’ve ever seen in real life. I can’t wait to feel you inside me, stretching me out. You want me to cum on your dick, baby?”

“Mm…mm gonna cum r-right n-now, fuck,” he moaned.

You took your hands away, and he thrusted his hips up into the air.

“You can’t cum until I say so,” you told him, sitting back on your heels.

“T-that’s n-not f-fair!” He protested. “N-need t-to cum.”

His face was caked dried in blood, and some of it had clumped his hair together in the front. There were tear tracks that carved through the red, running down as far as his neck and chest. His entire upper body was covered in horizontal cuts, most of which were sticky now and no longer dripping. Again, you reconsidered. You wanted him so badly.

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“Please, p-please k-keep touching it, fuck,” he begged.

You put your hands back on him, and moved tantalizingly slowly.

“Like this?”

“Please, please, please, please let me c-cum, I need it s-so bad, I need…fuck…please?”

He sounded so fucking hot begging like that. Your clit throbbed, and you rubbed it against your heel as you played with him.

“Pleeaaaaseee, I c-can’t—”

You moved quickly, planting your pussy directly onto his open mouth. Immediately, he started licking, and his hands came up to grab your hips. You kept playing with him, making sure to stop for a minute intermittently to ensure he wouldn’t be able to finish. Grinding into his face, you stroked him as fast as you could, dribbling more saliva onto his shaft, watching his hips rise up off the bed; no longer thrusting, just pushing upwards. Then you pulled your hands away, enjoying the vibrations that his whimpers provided as you humped him. You closed your eyes, guiding his hands up to play with your nipples, and then you were cumming, leaking onto his face and soaking the sheets below you. After the wave of pleasure subsided, you climbed off of him and pulled him to sit up.

“Good boy, Kurt. You made me cum again.”

He looked like a strawberry-filled glazed donut with your cum and his blood glistening together on his perfect face. His eyes shined just as brightly. He looked so cute. You kissed him on the cheek, and then on the lips, and then turned to the camera.

“Well, what do you think, guys? Should I let him cum, too?”

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Kurt whimpered as he listened to the suggestions flooding the live.

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“Wow, fifty dollars to keep going? This isn’t looking too good, is it sweetie?”

You watched as the chat rolled by. “#freekurt” in at least every other message.

“P-please, I n-need it s-so bad,” he begged, staring up at you. His eyes were wide, wet and pleading. His cock twitched; it was bright red at the tip now, and leaking painfully.

“What about this? There’s four hundred viewers right now, so if you guys can get Kurt up to a hundred followers, I’ll let him cum.”

You brought your hands back to him, and began teasing.

“P-please f-follow, g-guys!” He pleaded, closing his eyes tightly. His whole body was tense, and he shuddered with each stroke you gave.

“Wow, already up to fifty! Maybe it won’t be too long, after all, baby,” you cooed at him, grinning cruelly.

He whimpered again, and another donation chimed.

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“Aw baby, you have fans now,” you said sweetly, bringing your head down so you could suck his dick again.

“Hmmhghh!”

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“I’m…mm ssooo close, fuck…” He whined, pushing on your head.

You started moving faster. His whole body was tense, and you could feel him twitching in your mouth. His hips began to rise again, and his hands fell away, and you used this opportunity to withdraw your mouth.

“N-no!” He cried out. “Please!”

“Let’s check,” you said, grabbing the phone to look at his follower count.

“Guess what, baby?”

His eyes lit up for a moment, and a look of relief fell across his face. But then you opened your mouth again,

“Ninety-eight.”

He started crying. Not single tears like last time, but actual sobs shook him now. You set the phone back down, and hurried over to hold him.

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“Aw, baby, what’s the matter?” You asked, feigning innocence.

“Y-you—you—sniff—n-need to cum,” he stuttered, shaky breaths making him shudder in your arms.

You pulled his head up by his hair to look at you, and then you smashed your lips into his. He whined and tried to hump you as you teased him, flicking your tongue in and out of his mouth and nibbling his bottom lip.

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You pulled away from him, a string of spit stretching the distance between your lips and his.

“You can cum now, baby,” you whispered, scratching circles into his back gently with your nails.

You reached down to touch him again, but suddenly:

”Mmggghhhfuuuuuck!”

You watched as he spurted ropes of cum all over himself with zero stimulation. He continued to whimper and shake for a few moments as his orgasm died down. Finally, once he had returned to a state of somewhat normalcy, he looked up at you.

“T-that means I w-win, r-right?”

“That’s right baby,” you smiled, giving him another kiss.

“Now it’s your turn. You can do whatever you want to me, baby. As long as you fill me up, okay?”

“A-anything?” He asked, jaw dropped in disbelief.

“Anything.”

“Y-you don’t want me to use a—I can cum in you? Like, for r-real?”

“Just do it before I change my mind,” you smirked.

He lunged at you, kissing you hard. His hands wrapped around you, coming to the clasp of your bra. He unhooked it quickly in one motion, and you moaned into his mouth as he ripped the garment off of you and tossed it aside. His mouth broke away from yours, and he moved it onto your nipple, alternating his sloppy licks with sucking gently on your chest. Then he was prying your legs apart, shoving a finger into you. He was aggressive, but you were so wet for him, and it felt amazing. He slid in a second finger, pushing into you at a quick pace, curling his fingers at the top of the motion to rub the sensitive spot on your walls. The sounds were obscene, and this time you were the one whining as his palm smacked against your clit while he thrusted his fingers into you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m gonna ruin you,” he said softly, admiring the way you felt around his fingers as your wetness dripped down his wrist.

Then he sat up, spitting on you before lining his hips up with yours. He pushed the tip in, and you already felt the stretch.

“Ohh my goddd,” he panted, closing his eyes.

He pushed himself all the way into you, and you felt him pressed up against your cervix. You were completely stuffed. Quickly, he picked up his pace, and he was slamming into you now, bottoming out with every single stroke.

“This pussy is all yours, baby,” you moaned, staring up at his contorted face lovingly.

“Mmhhh,” he whined, pulling himself almost fully out before crashing back into your tight hole.

The look on his face when he felt you the first time, and his huge dick thrusting inside of you, combined with the angelic sound of his whimpers was too much. You started to shake, and you spasmed, clenching down on him.

“Ohhhh fuckkkk,” he moaned, speeding up again.

“Fuckkkk…Mmm gonna cum,” he breathed.

“Do it baby,” you pleaded, sucking on his neck as he continued to pump into you. “I wanna feel you cum inside me. I need your babies so bad!”

“Ah, ah, ah, mmmhhhh!”

And then you felt his cock pulsing inside you, jerking again and again as he released into you.

“I…love you,” he whined, still desperately fucking you through his orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, I love you, too.”

“T-thank you.”

He pulled out, and his cum leaked out of you and onto the stained sheets. Then he laid on top of you, resting his head on your chest. Your hand came up to play with his blood-matted hair, and you kissed the top of his head.

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ANYWAYz- BMF?? :D

you both only had sex a few times, once in his car and the others at your house. (he would not let his mom potentially hear you both) he wasn’t very experienced in the sexual realm, you were his first. you both tended to hold back a lot just to make the other more comfortable. it had all been pretty vanilla missionary or you on top of him in the backseat of his car.

he just got so jittery, his mouth never quite matching up with his thoughts. he often just whimpered and moaned quietly to himself as you would be as light as possible with your noises. it was like you both walked on eggshells to make sure neither of you fucked up.

one night you both start getting hot and heavy in your bed, hands roaming and mouths colliding. it was like you were consuming each other, wanting to get as close as one possibly could to somebody. he was determined to make you feel good, all his thoughts just rushing to his dick as you pull him in by his hair. everything was intense and getting sweaty.

soon clothes were thrown into piles, hickies were placed wherever you both could get your mouths on. he flipped you over so he was on top of you, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses through your chest to the lace edge of your panties. he looked up at you, his chin pressed into your abdomen and his fingers curling onto the fabric. it was like he was waiting for your permission, wanting to do something he hadn’t done before.

you nod with a small smile and he starts pulling the panties down to reveal your wet core. he started kissing down your slit then ran a tongue through. your quick hum when you bucked your hips up just made him hungry for more. he dove in, his tongue focusing on on your clit as you soon yanked at his brown hair. it just fueled him even more, so he started lapping at you like a dog. his nosed pressed into your skin and he almost refused to get a breath in. he liked the feeling of just being suffocated by you, being so taken over. it was intense for you, his hands gripping at your thighs to keep them from shutting in on his head, your eyes rolling back as you just finally let yourself go, moaning and crying out of pleasure. you had never felt so perfect before, your core warming up and pressure just releasing from the pit of your stomach.

“fuck,” you cried out as he pressed a finger inside of you. “oh daddy please.”

his eyes widened and he felt something click in his brain. he needed you, he needed to fuck your brains to literal mush. it was animalistic, growling into you as your legs started shaking. you soon came onto his face and mouth, your jaw slacked and eyes pinched tight. you had to physically push his head off of you. he just looked at you as you calmed yourself down, deep breaths and legs still trembling. he fumbled with his underwear, pulling it down to reveal his cock.

he lays on top of you again and kisses you passionately. you could taste yourself on him, it felt so raw and dirty. he pulled up so he was at eye level with you.

“i need to f-fuck you so bad,” he whispered, his eyes dark and mischievous. “please baby.”

you nod again.

“i need you,” you pause for dramatic effect, knowing full well what you were about to say would turn him wild again. “…daddy.”