#sub kurt

You met Kurt Kunkle on the worst possible day at the mall. It was a random Saturday afternoon, and you were killing time between classes, wearing a cute little sundress.

You had just bought a new iced latte and you were checking your phone when a guy in a jacket with green and black squares, quite horrible, walked close to you.

His soda exploded everywhere —all over your dress, your phone, your shoes– The cup hit the floor with a dramatic splash.

“Oh my god— fuck— I’m so sorry!”  he dropped to his knees immediately, trying to wipe the sticky liquid off your legs with the sleeve of his hoodie, rambling a mile a minute. “I was trying to go live and didn’t see you and now I ruined your dress– and I’m probably gonna get sued.”

You couldn’t help it. You started laughing. Hard.

He looked at you from the ground with wide open and nervous eyes behind his messy brown hair, his cheeks already bright red. 

He froze up like he couldn’t believe someone as pretty as you was laughing instead of yelling at him. 

"Aren’t you... mad?" he asked while his voice cracked. 

"No," you said, still laughing." "But you owe me a new drink, loser." That was it. 

He bought you a new iced latte –and insisted on paying for the dry-cleaning of your dress, even though you told him it was fine–. All along he called himself a "total disaster" and "the worst living human being". 

He was so genuinely pathetic and sweet that you gave him your number when he shyly asked if he could "maybe text you later to make sure your dress survived."

Now you were here. Six months later and you were still way too hot for him He still acts like he won the lottery every time you kiss him.

You’ve been trying to get attention from Kurt for the last four hours and he has been ignoring you completely. 

It started right after you woke up. You were already horny, that low and painful heat between your legs that only got worse the more he pretended you didn’t exist. 

You jumped into his lap while he was still in bed, half-asleep, kissing along his jaw and whispering to him. And tonight he’s been ignoring you for four straight hours.

"Good morning, darling.'' Kurt took a sigh, his eyes still stuck to his phone –where he was editing the clips of yesterday’s broadcast– and he only patted your thigh like you were a puppy craving attention.

"Five more minutes, baby. These highlights are going to be viral, I need to post them soon." 

Five minutes became two hours.

At lunch you brought him a fresh soda and played with his hair, sitting in the arm of his gaming chair. 

“Kurt… can we talk? You’ve barely looked at me today.” He didn’t even pause the game. 

“Yeah, in a sec. Wait till you see this quad kill, chat’s gonna lose their minds.” and you waited, but he never looked up.

By 3 p.m you were desperate. You changed your clothes to the tiniest black sleeping pants you had and a white t-shirt that was his. You stood right in front of his monitor, blocking the view on purpose. 

"Honey, please. I’m here and you’re acting like I don’t exist." Kurt just came up to you, still touching the controller." Baby, move it, I’m in the standings. I’ll pay attention after the broadcast, I swear."

That after never arrived. It was almost 8 p.m. 

He was live for almost an hour. The red LIVE" dot burnt on his second monitor as if he’s making fun of you.

Kurt leant forward in his chair, shoulders tense under that old gray sweatshirt, shouting into his microphone with that aggressive gamer voice that somehow made your pussy throb even harder.

“Bro what the actual fuck?! That was so easy! I’m gonna fuck you up so hard — so fucking hard — you have no idea what’s coming for you!”

The second those words left his mouth, your clit pulsed. 

Hearing your sweet, and pathetic boyfriend growling “I’m gonna fuck you up so hard” — even if it was just trash-talking pixels — sent a fresh gush of wetness into your shorts. 

You were dripping for hours and the neglect only made it worse.

You’ve had enough. You got up behind his chair and slowly slid your hands down his chest from behind, pressing yourself against the back of his head. 

Kurt was surprised but didn’t stop playing.

 "B-babe... I’m live right now..." 

"I know exactly what you’re doing," you muttered, your lips rubbing his ear so that the microphone picks up every word. "You’ve been ignoring me for four hours straight. I’ve been wet and aching for you all day and you don't even look at me."

He swallowed hard. His character died instantly because his fingers froze.

‘’You have a girlfriend who wants to spend time with you, and you don't pay any attention to me.’’

orangemachine: oh no she’s madddd dobutsnap: yeah shes taking what she wants lol chicagostuffeds: yeah we can tell hes a loser 

You spinned his chair forcefully making him look at you. Kurt's eyes widened, that familiar expression of a panicked puppy took over his face while his cheeks flushed a bright pink.

You didn’t ask. You climbed directly onto his lap, straddling his hips, with your knees on either side of the chair. 

The moment your wet crotch pressed against the growing bulge in his gray sweatpants, you started rubbing against him, with slow, deliberate, dirty movements of your hips.

You grind down hard so the damp fabric of your tiny sleep shorts drags right over the thick ridge of his cock. 

Kurt’s breath hitches loud enough for the whole stream to hear, and you rubbed hard against the damp fabric of your tiny shorts, brushing against him. Kurt's breathing was loud enough for the whole chat to hear. 

You could feel every detail; how quickly he hardened beneath you, how he contracted, and how he moved with every thrust of your hips.

You maintained a steady, provocative rhythm, sliding down his entire body before pressing down. Each time you did, Kurt's hips arched involuntarily, seeking the friction like a desperate puppy.

The wet stain on your shorts darkened, mixing with the pre-cum that was already soaking his sweatpants.

"Do you feel that?" you whispered, your voice was low and sweet, but loud enough to be picked up by the microphone. "I've been this wet all day because of you. My shorts are fucking ruined and you haven't even touched me."

Kurt's hands wrap uselessly around your waist, trembling.

"I'm sorry—fuck... I'm so sorry. Oh shit—you're so hot. I can feel how wet you are through my pants... I'm an idiot and I don't deserve this."

You moved your hips faster, making sure it kept rubbing right where you needed it.

The friction was perfect: not enough to make either of you come, but enough to drive you wild.

He was hard as a rock, trapped under the fabric, dripping so much that every touch made a wet, almost obscene sound. You could feel its exact shape.

Kurt's head fell back against the chair, his mouth open, letting out small moans with every thrust of your hips.

"God... it feels so good... you're rubbing against me like this and I'm going to cum. I'm so pathetic, oh God– I have a hot girlfriend and I ignored her all day. I'm sorry—I'm so sorry..."

sambigs10: im enjoying this more than that ass gameplay amster2004: hes gonna cum in his pant im calling it DogManPlus: shes so hot… and hes there too ig

You continued rubbing against him for a while, enjoying how he throbbed beneath you, how his hands finally gripped your hips as if afraid you'd stop. 

Then, you slipped a hand between your bodies, pushed it under the waistband of his sweatpants, and wrapped your fingers around him. It was hot, slick with precum, throbbing wildly in your palm.

You began to stroke it slowly while continuing to rub yourself against him. Kurt let out a muffled sob. 

"S-shit– your hand... It's so soft. I can't concentrate on the game– baby, please..."

“Keep playing, good boy,” you whispered, twisting your wrist with each upward stroke, your thumb tracing the dripping slit. “Don’t stop streaming. Let them hear how pathetic you sound when I finally touch you after you’ve ignored me all day.”

SH_king1: HANDJOB ON STREAMMMM???? kinkysmsixnine: she called him good boyyy damn

He tried –God, he tried— but his character just went around in circles as you masturbated him under the desk. The wet rhythmic sound of your hand and his high-pitched and plaintive moans filled the room.

After another minute, Kurt couldn't take it anymore. 

He paused the game with a trembling hand, but didn't end the stream. 

"I can't– I need you..." tears were already gathering up in his eyes. "Please... can I touch you too? I want to make you feel better after being such a shitty boyfriend."

You nodded. “Go ahead, baby. Touch me. Show chat how wet your girlfriend is because you ignored her all day.”

His trembling fingers slid under your shorts and found your wet folds.

He inserted two fingers inside you awkwardly but eagerly, curling them the way you'd taught him last week. 

The wet sounds were loud and dirty though the camera couldn't see exactly what was happening under the desk.

“Mmm, that’s it. Good boy– just like that. Fuck, your fingers feel so nice… keep going.” you gasped and rolled your hips into his hand. 

Kurt looked at you, his eyes glassy and wet, his voice cracking. 

"You're so wet, oh shit. Why did I ignore you? I'm the worst boyfriend– You feel so perfect between my fingers. I love you… I love you so much."

You continued touching him slowly as he still had his fingers inside you, both of you moaning into the microphone, completely losing control.

Meanwhile, the chat continued talking. Views increased, and donations were more intense than ever.

conFIRMshark: they’re both moaning this is insane SwerlSpider: someone clip this dizzysnack: i want to see her bro go away

Finally, you couldn't wait any longer. You lifted yourself just enough to pull down your shorts and underwear, letting them fall to your ankles.

Then you sat back down on his lap, positioning him against your entrance and sliding down in a slow, gentle motion.

Kurt threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream. Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks the instant he felt your intense heat envelop him completely.

"Oh my God—oh, God. I'm inside you... I'm really, really inside you," he repeated pathetically, talking too much, but you didn't care. "You're so tight, warm, and wet. Fuck... I can't believe this is happening—you're letting a loser like me be inside you. I don't deserve this… you're too beautiful and too perfect."

You groaned loudly as you reached the bottom, squeezing him tight.

"Damn, you feel so good inside me— so deep. Good boy, filling me so perfectly on your first time."

You started riding him slowly, savoring every thick inch that brushed against your walls. Kurt was completely lost in it: crying, babbling, praising you endlessly.

“You feel so fucking perfect– I’ve never felt anything like this… You’re so tight. Oh God.’’

“Mmm, yes, baby,” you moaned, moving a little faster. “You’re doing so well for me…”

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips and ass so tightly you knew you were going to have bruises tomorrow — little fingertip-shaped marks all over your skin.

You moaned louder, riding him faster. Kurt was losing control. His eyes were glassy with tears streaming, and suddenly he surged up, crashing his mouth against yours in a messy desperate kiss.

He bit down on your bottom lip hard enough that you tasted blood, a sharp metallic tang mixing with the kiss. 

You whimpered into his mouth, the sting only making you wetter, making you bounce on his cock even harder.

“I’m sorry– I’m so sorry.’’

He tried so hard not to come too quickly. His hands gripped your hips tightly, but he didn't push up, simply letting you set the pace, tears still streaming down his face.

"I don't want to cum yet—please. It feels too good. You're so beautiful riding me like this..."

You leant down and kissed his neck, moaning right against his ear. 

“Hold it for me– you’re doing so well… fuck, Kurt.”

“Please… can I cum inside? Please…” you clung to him deliberately and moaned loudly.

“Cum for me. Fuck, I’m going to cum too…”

Kurt desperately tried to hold back one last time, his face contorted, wanting to prolong the sex.

“I’m trying so hard not to cum yet— it feels too fucking good.” but he can’t. His thrusts become desperate, his voice cracking into full sobs as you kept moaning and riding him.

“I’m cumming– take all of it.” you cum right with him, moaning loudly.

“Yes, good boy. Ahh fuck– Kurt.” your walls fluttered while he sobbed praises into your neck, still weakly thrusting through the overstimulation.

Kurt didn’t pull out. He just wrapped his trembling arms around you, face buried between your tits while you stroked his hair and whispered.

The stream was sitting at almost 28k viewers. Besides, he earned over $6,000 in donations that you two didn’t even read.

You stared at the camera, flushed and beaming, your voice husky from moans.

"Stream's over, chat. My boyfriend just had his first time."

Kurt smiled just before you clicked to end the transmission.

"And if you guys follow me, I'll convince her to start posting this type of content."

Kurt’s chest was warm against your back, his bare skin slightly tacky from the humidity of the room.

He reached around you, his arms boxing you in as he guided your hand toward the miniature plastic skateboard on the desk.

Kurt was in instructor mode, his eyes darting between the tech deck and the scrolling chat on his monitor.

"No, you're not listening! You have to pop it, then flick," Kurt chirped, his voice cracking slightly.

He placed his hand over yours, his fingers long and clumsy but surprisingly gentle. "It's all in the flick, see? Like... like you're flicking a hater away. Boom! Kickflip!"

He continued guiding your fingers, pressing them down onto the plastic. His movements jerky, overstimulated by the presence of a live audience and the fact that you were shifting your weight in his lap.

You didn't even look at the board, you just watched his reflection in the dark screen of his second monitor.

His face was flushed a deep, messy red, and he was biting his lip so hard it looked like it might bleed.

"I don't think my fingers are in the right spot, Kurt," you hummed, leaning your head back until it rested in the hollow of his neck. "Show me again. Slowly."

Kurt’s composure fractured instantly. He let out an uneven breath, his fingers curling around yours with a bit more pressure than necessary.

He tried to keep his eyes on the tech deck, but they kept flickering toward your reflection in the monitor. He could see exactly how you were looking at him and so could everyone else in the stream.

Kurt’s hand on yours jolted, sending the tiny skateboard flying off the edge of the desk.

The chat was a blur of movement, scrolling so fast it was impossible to read, but you could see the words "SIMP" and "L" flashing over and over again.

"Kurt," you whispered, turning your head just enough so your lips brushed his ear. "I think you're a bad teacher. You're too distracting."

"I-I'm not," he squeaked, his face turning a hue of red that the camera caught in high definition. He tried to look back at the monitor, his eyes darting to the lens as he tried to regain his composure. "Guys, ignore her, she’s just... she’s trying to sabotage the stream. We’re still on the grind. We’re still..."

You shifted your weight again, moving your hips just a little more, and Kurt’s entire sentence died in his throat.

He went completely still, his hands hovering uselessly over the desk. He looked like he was about to short circuit.

The bravado was gone, replaced by that desperate, needy look he only got when he was completely under your thumb.

"Tell them you're done for the night," you murmured, pulling his face toward yours.

Kurt glanced at the camera one last time, his pupils blown wide. He didn't even give a signature sign off or tell them to follow and share. He just reached out with a trembling hand and ended it, before he slammed the phone down, plunging the room into a sudden, heavy silence.

"You're so mean to me," he breathed, his voice dropping into that low, pathetic whine you loved.

He immediately buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist like a lifeline. "You ruined my engagement metrics. Everyone saw that."

"I’m sorry, baby," you murmured, you turned around in his lap, straddling him so you could look him directly in the eyes.

You grabbed his face, your thumbs smoothing over his cheekbones. "Did I mess everything up? Let me make it up to you."

Kurt let out a jagged breath, his head dropping forward until his forehead rested against yours. "You have no idea," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I looked… I looked so weak, and now the algorithm is gonna bury me…"

"i bet you'll get double the viewers you had tonight, next time." you whispered, sliding your hands down his neck to his narrow shoulders, feeling the tension locked in his muscles.

You leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to his jaw.

Kurt made a small, frustrated sound deep in his throat, his arms wrapping around your waist again to pull you flush against his chest.

He tasted like the cheap, sour candy he’d been snacking on during the stream, but the way he kissed you was anything but sweet.

It was desperate and messy, his hands fumbling at the hem of the shirt you’d stolen from him, pulling the fabric up so he could feel your skin.

The fabric of the shirt bunched up around your waist as his palms finally met your bare skin, he let out a low, shaky moan into your mouth, his tongue sweeping against yours with a frantic hunger that made your toes curl.

He pulled back just an inch, his eyes glazed as he looked at you, his chest heaving.

your fingers tangling in his messy hair and tugging just hard enough to make his head tilt back.

He gasped, his hands sliding up from your waist to cup your breasts through the thin cotton of his shirt. He was staring at you like you were something he’d won, his thumbs grazing over your nipples until they peaked under the fabric.

The way he looked at you was so intense it was almost overwhelming.

"God, you’re so beautiful," he breathed, his voice breaking.

He leaned down, burying his face in your chest, his lips damp and hot as he kissed his way down to the collar of the shirt. He started nipping at the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

You arched your back, your hands sliding down to his bare shoulders, feeling the way he shivered under your touch. "Kurt," you whimpered, your fingers digging into his skin.

He didn't need any more encouragement.

He hooked his fingers into the hem of the shirt and pulled it over your head in one fluid, impatient motion, tossing it somewhere into the dark corners of the room. Now it was just skin on skin.

He pulled you further down on him, you could feel the hard line of him pressing against you through his jeans.

You were standing outside a dive bar on a dark street in a dirty town. It was the typical place that had a jukebox playing old songs and whose neon lights flickered due to their age. You hated that place, but what had just happened was worse. 

You had had an argument with your ex-boyfriend a few minutes earlier on the street outside after a waiter had threatened to call the police on you if you two didn’t ‘’take it somewhere else.’’

You were yelling and of course he was yelling louder. He was complaining about how he ‘’couldn't keep carrying you financially’’, even though he was the one you had caught several times using your debit card to buy things for his new girlfriend.

“You're incredible, fucking incredible,” you said, your voice breaking as you let out an obviously sarcastic laugh.

He just laughs, a mean short laugh he does when he knew he has won. “Grow up, babe. Maybe if you weren’t so clingy I wouldn’t have to start fresh somewhere else.”

Then he turned and walked towards the parking lot like the conversation was over. You stand there shaking with your mascara probably running. A couple of smokers by the door pretended not to look at you, but one of them muttered “damn it” under his breath.

Your phone was still in your hand with the screen cracked since he threw it against the bar. The battery was at 4% and the Spree app was taking forever to load because the signal there was terrible.

A silver Toyota slowly pulled up to the pavement. The passenger window rolled down.

“Hey... hi. You called for a Spree right?”

Kurt Kunkle. Of fucking course.

He was leaning over with the phone already recording, because apparently he never turns that damn thing off. The lights attached to the ventilation duct illuminated you both. The number of viewers was 300, and counting as your face appears on screen.

You stared at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” 

Kurt’s eyes went wide, the recognition hitting. “Wait—wait, you’re—you’re —holy shit. I mean. Hi. You okay? You look like you just fought a tornado and lost.”

You glanced toward the bar. “Take me home. Please.”

“On it. Hop in.” 

You slid into the passenger seat and slammed the car door harder than usual. Kurt immediately started talking, because that was just how he was.

“So, uh, the destination is…?” he looked at his phone navigation even though you didn’t say the address yet. “Wait, I remember. That apartment on 11th at Maple street, right?”

You nodded, too tired to be surprised about him remembering your address. You two were friends, but not that type of friends that go to each other's houses. 

“Cool. Cool cool cool.” he pulled away from the pavement, then immediately glanced at the camera. “Guys… chat— Special guest alert. She’s back and she’s having a night. We’re giving her the VIP treatment.”

His chat started moving fast as if they had seen a celebrity.

patrioticCHAD: SHE LOOKS PISSED. kurt help her   lonelygirl15: what happened queen spill   thirsttrappin: kurt u better comfort her or we riot

He read some of those comments out loud and you realized he was nervous, but you didn’t even know why. ‘’They are asking what happened. You don’t– you don’t need to answer if you don’t feel comfortable. Or you can. Content is content.’’

You leaned back to the sit, looking at water droplets against the glass as the humidity fogged everything up there. 

‘’My ex happened. Again. We were supposed to meet for one drink to ‘talk things out.’ he showed up already and started with the same shit… how I’m holding him back. He had been using my debit card and when I called him on he stormed out. I followed him outside. He told me to grow up and left.”

Kurt made a face like he just bit a lemon. “That’s… that’s actually evil. Like, cartoon-villain evil. Who does that?”

“Apparently he does.”

“He sounds like a tool. No offense.”

“None taken.”

Silence was made. Then Kurt cleared his throat.

“Chat’s saying you deserve better. They’re also saying I should… cheer you up. With, uh… games. Or snacks. We can go for tacos if you want or–” You almost smile. Almost.

“I’m good.”

“Okay. Okay. Just… let me know.” he kept glancing at you, then at the camera, then back at the road like he was afraid of missing something.

His leg was bouncing so hard the car is vibrating. 

“Hey, uh… random question. You still broke? Like… rent-broke?” you exhaled, making a weird face. 

“Yeah. Rent’s in four days. I’ve got thirty-seven dollars. He took the rest.” Kurt winced. 

“Fuck. That’s… that’s not great.” he pauses. “Wait. We could… do something for content. Simon Says. But chill– super chill. That way you can… think about other things. I don’t know.’’

You turned your head slowly to look at him.

“You’re suggesting we turn my emotional implosion into porn-adjacent content. In your Spree. While I’m crying.” he blushed from his neck to his ears.

“No, it's not porn to cry about! Just... fun. Distraction. Look...” he tilts the phone so you can see it. 

The number of viewers has just reached 1K. Donations were already sounding.

“They're throwing money because you're here. They love drama. And you– you're very pretty when you’re mad. Like– unfair levels, Sorry. That sounded creepy. I didn't mean–”

You cutted him off.

“You’re nervous.”

“Me, nervous? No way,” he says immediately, his voice breaking on the second syllable. “It's just hot and I'm sweating. My palms are disgusting. I've already wiped them on my sweatpants twice. Fuck. I'm bad at this.”

Despite everything, the corners of your lips twisted into a smile.

“You're ridiculous.” He laughed—high and shaky.

“But ridiculous Spree riders give good rides. And… maybe make you forget about him for like.. twenty minutes?” you looked at the window.

Your house was still ten minutes away, and the idea of walking into that empty apartment—seeing the half-empty beer bottles your ex left last week—made your stomach turn.

“Fine,” you said quietly. “But if it gets weird– I’m out. ‘

Kurt’s whole face lighted up like a kid on Christmas. “Deal. Okay!” 

He announced to the camera with his voice pitching up again. “Simon Says is back on the menu, chat! Starting easy. Super easy. No pressure.”

The first few rounds were stupid and safe. 

hallowithpoints: simon says… touch your nose. kurtslovekunkle: simon says… tell Kurt he’s not a total disaster

“You’re not a total disaster, Kurt.” he made a strangled happy noise and covered his face with both hands for a second.

“Oh my god. Thank you– that’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me all week.” you didn’t know if he was being serious or joking, but that sounded ridiculous. 

pjjj193: simon says lean over and fix his hair 

You reached across the console. Your fingers brushed his forehead, brushing his greasy hair a little bit disgusted. He freezed, and his breath was audibly catching. 

A tiny, involuntary “oh—” slipped out before he could stop it. And of course, chat exploded.

stephissues69: THE NOISE  swivelspiders: kurt ur so whipped already

Kurt laughed, embarrassed and nervous. “They heard that– Great. My dignity is gone. Cool.”

you smirked, trying not to laugh really hard. “Keep reading.”

He scrolled, throat bobbing. “Okay. This one’s from wasabbiPiss. He says ‘’simon says put your hand on kurts thigh.”

“What? No—I’m not doing that shit,” you said, confused. You didn’t know how to react. 

You weren’t going to lie—Kurt had always struck you as adorably pathetic, and on more than one occasion you’d asked yourself ‘’what if…?” when your boyfriend was cheating on you.

“Wait—the chat… the chat is complaining. People are watching. R-rules are rules. I’ll give you half of what we make, more if you want.”

He seemed desperate over something absurd, but you wanted to see how far he’d go. 

You wanted to tease him a little for his constant sarcasm toward you and your situation, and the idea of sticking around for a little money wasn't a bad one. Besides, it wasn't going to get very far anyway.

Your hand rested on his black sweatpants, just above his knee. He shuddered as if you’d given him an electric shock, and let out a soft, trembling sigh.

“Fuck,” he whispered, then he panicked. 

“Sorry—sorry, chat says they don’t mind swearing—okay. Next one. Simon says "squeeze.” you squeezed once. His leg tensed under your fingers. Another small, desperate sound—higher, needier.

“Kurt,” you said with a low voice. “You’re shaking.”

“I—I know. I’m sorry. It’s just—you’re really warm. And close. And your hand—” he cutted off, swallowing hard. His eyes darted to the laptop screen. “Chat’s going feral already. They’re saying… they’re saying all kinds of shit.”

He scrolled with trembling fingers and his voice cracking. “Simon says… Simon says touch his leg again.”

He looked at you again with bright, almost fearful eyes; he didn’t know what your next move would be. You didn’t move your hand from his leg; you just left it there, feeling his muscle tense.

He blushed from his cheeks all the way to his ears, watching you every second as if you were about to disappear. Not like your ex. Nothing like that.

And then you saw it.

A thick unmistakable ridge strained against the front of his sweatpants. Already obvious. A small dark spot blooming right at the tip from how worked up he is—just from your hand on his leg. Just from you being this close.

You tilt your head. Let your voice drop, slow and mean.

“Kurt.” he freezed and stopped breathing.

“You’re hard.”

A muffled and embarrassed sound escaped from him: half a sob and half a panicked moan. His hands rushed down to cover himself, as if that could hide him from the camera and from the tens of thousands of people who were already watching.

 “I– I didn’t– fuck–  I’m sorry.” his voice cracked. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, the chat is watching– everyone is watching…” 

You didn’t pull your hand away. You just watched him fall apart: his ears were red because of the shame, his throat was trembling and tears were already stinging his eyes from the humiliation.

“Look at you,” you muttered, keeping your voice low enough so the microphone wouldn’t pick up your words. “One little squeeze on the leg and you’re wetting your pants like you’ve never been touched before. That 's cute.” 

He flinched as if the word had physically struck him.

The chat turned cruel. They didn’t know what you were saying, but they could see everything because of how Kurt had positioned the camera.

 amster2001: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 BobbyBaseCamp $3 DONATION: VIRGIN ALERT LMAOOOO dickyleaks: the guy got a hard-on from a touch on the thigh… i get it she gorggg crmpe12: they gonna fuck

Kurt’s breathing became ragged as his hands with his knuckles white, clenched the steering wheel. He shrugged his shoulders as if he wanted to disappear. 

“No – I can’t,” he whispered. So quietly that it was almost lost in the roar of the engine. “I can’t do this.”

Before you could open your mouth, he lunged forward and shut off the stream with a click.

Silence. Just his ragged heavy breathing and the ticking of the engine as it cooled down. He didn’t look at you. His hands were still covering his lap, as if that would erase what had just happened.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. His voice faltered.  “I’m fucking pathetic. I thought– I thought I could do it. For the money. But everyone was watching and... and laughing and–’’ He choked up.

“I’ve never... I mean, I’ve never done– anything. Not really. And now the whole internet knows I get hard with two squeezes. I’m sorry.” you sat there for a moment.

Now he cried a little bit: soft, choked sobs he’s trying to hold back. The erection was still there, humiliatingly persistent beneath his hands, but he made no move to deal with it. As if he had already accepted that he ruined everything.

 And you… You were soaking wet.

Months without anyone touching you the way you deserve. Months of being ignored, tolerated and left without a response. And here was Kurt—the messy, overwhelmed, untouched Kurt—falling apart because you looked at him. Because you touched him. Because he wanted you so much he couldn’t hide it. 

You shifted in your seat and reached out, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, and  gently pulling his hands away from his lap.

He gasped—sharp, startled— but didn't fight you. You palmed him through those sweatpants. 

His whole body jerked, and a low, broken moan spilled out.

“W-wait—”

“Shut up,” you said quietly.

You stroked once slowly. He was so hard it had to ache and the wet spot spread under your touch. His head thumped back against the seat while his mouth fell open. You leaned over the console.

“Kurt.” he blinked up at you with dazed pupils and cheeks streaked. “I haven’t been fucked properly in months,” you tell him. “And you’re sitting here crying because you’re hard for me. You’ve never had anyone touch you like this. So if you want to stop feeling sorry for yourself…”

You squeezed and also, you could tell he couldn't believe it, you knew it by his shyness, the way he trembled, and the way he looked at you.

You felt it through the denim, slow and deliberate circles right above the wet stain. His head hit the headrest while a low, broken moan escaped from his chest.

His hips arched up against your touch before he could stop them. 

"Fuck, that... that feels..." his voice cracked. ‘’Much better than anything I could have done to myself.’’

You maintained constant pressure, rubbing in lazy loops until the wet spot grew noticeably. His breathing quickly became irregular: short and needy gasps each time your thumb glided over the swollen head through the fabric. 

You leaned in, brushing your lips against the lobe of his ear. ‘’You've never been touched like this before, have you?’’

He shaked his head so fast it was almost funny. “Never. Just… my own hand. And even that was nothing. This is—fuck—this is insane.”

You pushed sweatpants and boxers just low enough and he stared down at himself like he was seeing it for the first time. “This is– This is really happening.”

You wrapped your fingers around him. Skin burning hot. One long, slow stroke from base to leaking tip.

His entire body jolted. “Oh—god—wait—” a high, surprised moan teared out of him and his hips buckled.

You setted a rhythm—loose at first, letting him feel every glide. He was shaking within seconds, his thighs trembling and little punched-out sounds escaping every upstroke.

“Too much?” you asked quietly.

“No—no please don’t stop—” he was already babbling, his hands white-knuckled on the seat edges. You tighten your grip, speeding up just a fraction. 

“Fuck. I’m— I’m gonna come already.” he choked on a moan.

You slowed deliberately, barely moving and edging him right to the end.

“Please, please— I need to… ” he whined, high and desperate. 

You didn’t let him finish. You stroked again; firmer, faster, relentless.

His head thrashed back and forth. “I can’t—I’m—fuck—gonna—”

You kept going. He broke with a loud, raw cry, his back arching off the seat, hips snapping up into your hand. Thick pulses spelt over your fingers, streaking his shirt, dripping onto his stomach. His whole body was shuddering violently.

You didn’t stop, and continued stroking. You just changed the rhythm, slow now, but firm—milking every last tremor out of him.

“Wait— fuck, please.” he gasped sharply.

You dragged it out with long, deliberate pulls. His hips jerked away then back. He gave you broken whimpers. Overstimulated, overwhelmed, still hard in your hand.

“Fuck… fuck. I can’t—too sensitive—oh god—” his voice cracked higher with every stroke and his thighs were trembling so hard the seat vibrated.

You finally stopped when he was practically vibrating, with his chest heaving and his eyes glassy and dazed.

He stared at you like you just rewrote his entire reality. “Holy… shit. I’ve never… I didn’t know it could feel like that. I’m shaking. Literally shaking.”

You wiped your hand casually on his shirt. He shivered violently at the contact. He looked at you, hot and blushing, as if it were a dream. 

"Can I... touch you?" he asked almost innocently.

You nodded and slid your clothes down, feeling his hand tremble as it approached your thigh.

His hand trembles as he reaches between your legs. His fingers groped you awkwardly. 

"You’re... soaked," he sighed, almost amazed. "All because of me?"

You nodded once and guided his middle finger to your most sensitive spot. 

"Circles. Slow first" he seemed indecisive, then more firm when you let out a soft groan.

His eyes stare at your face as if he were studying a sacred text.

“Like that?” he asked with a hoarsed voice.

“Exactly like that.” kurt slided one finger inside—slow, careful and testing. You squeezed around him and moaned as if the feeling got to him

"Fuck, so hot–" he added a second finger and waved them at an uncomfortable but anxious pace. The thumb encircled your nerve point again, disorderly but determined.

"Good boy– don’t stop." you put your head against his shoulder and guided him deeper, showing him the angle that made your breathing stop. 

He learned quickly, and focused, observing every movement of your face. You couldn’t resist any longer and brought your face closer to his, taking him from his cheeks and giving him a dirty kiss.

His thumb pressed harder, bringing you to an orgasm with a loud, shuddering sigh, and squeezing you tightly around his fingers, your thighs trembling around his wrist.

He watched every second with awe and eyes open. 

"You just… came into my fingers. Oh...Damn!" you didn’t answer, just got on top of him and put yourself in his lap in the driver’s seat.

He was still a little tense from overstimulation, but he warmed up quickly again.

You guided him to your entrance; slowly, provoking him first and letting him feel how wet you were.

When you finally sank, inch by inch slouched, he sighed overwhelmed, his hands flying to your hips as anchors.

"Oh, fuck– I’m inside. You’re a– Holy shit." his voice broke at every word. 

You paused when you were completely seated. I let him smell the way you pressed yourself around him just to hear him moan.

Then you started to move, slowly, making your hips roll deeply. At first, you twisted yourself, letting every slime drag down every sensitive inch of it.

He was already so overstimulated that every movement caused him to make a loud and needy sound. His hips moved instinctively, seeking more.

"It feels…so fucking good– I can’t… shit– I’m going to lose it." his hands grabbed your hips the strongest, sticking his fingers on them.

You leaned forward. The lips were caressing his ear." My ex never sounded like that. He never looked at me the way you are now. You’re better, aren’t you?"

"Yeah… yeah. Shit yeah– just for you. Please, please don’t stop."

You picked up the pace gradually. Faster. Deeper. The car swung with each push, and the suspension tightened slightly. 

His hips begin to collide with yours, first clumsy and then more desperate, more needy. You set it up and every time you put it down, it would make a broken moan.

Now he spoke and said thanks, cursed, said your name and small begs mixed with sighs. The voice crackled louder with each turn of your hips.

"Fuck– wait. No– don’t stop…please." 

The word faded away once, then again, and then it seems that he couldn’t stop saying it.

You sped up, and the wet sounds filled the car, slippery and obscene. 

His hands slipped under your shirt, his warm palms against your back, holding you as if you were the only thing that keeps him with his feet on the ground.

You leaned down, placing your mouth against his jaw. 

"You’re going to cum for me inside. Got it?" he held on frantically.

‘’Yes… yes. Please– I’m so fucking close.’’ you moved forcefully, and he leaned back from the seat, his mouth open in a raw, broken.

"I’m going to cum. Oh yes– thanks." yhe words twist and turn again. 

He came, filling you deeply, and his whole body convulsed with loud and shattered cries of pure blinding pleasure. 

The hips swayed uncontrollably through each wave.

You finally stopped and let him catch my breath. But you were still sitting on him, loosely squeezing around his length just to feel him shudder.

You moved once more, gently this time. There was silence, and everything felt like a chilling release. 

You both collapsed, breathing deeply in the smoky car. 

His breathing was blurry, dazed, with a silly smile slowly spreading across his reddened face. His eyes sparkled with joy, overwhelmed by wonder. He stroked your neck, soft and sticky.

"That was... I don’t even have words," he whispered. "I’m ruined. Completely fucking ruined. And I’ve never been happier about anything."

You sighed, a silent laugh, and put your fingers in his damp, messy hair. 

"Don’t get used to it, virgin."

"Too late," he muttered, hugging you tightly, as if he never intended to let you go. "We should repeat– you know." he said, nervous and shy.

He inhaled once, soft and happy, while holding you close, still buried inside you.

Kurt Kunkle’s birthday had been absolute garbage until he arrived home.

He drove for Spree since 7 a.m., taking terrible rides, dealing with rude passengers, getting one-star ratings, and cleaning someone’s vomit from his backseat.

No one remembered it was his birthday. Not a single friend. 

When he finally walked through the door of the apartment you shared at almost midnight, he looked completely defeated. He kicked off his shoes, dropped his keys on the table, and collapsed onto the couch with a long pathetic groan.

“Worst birthday ever…” he mumbled into the cushion.

“Kurt… baby, is that you?”  your soft voice came from the bedroom doorway.

You walked out wearing only one of his oversized black hoodies.

Your hair was down and you had that gentle playful smile that always made his chest feel warm.

Kurt lifted his head, looking like a tired puppy.

“Hey…” he said weakly. “Sorry I’m so late. Today was shit. I drove for fifteen hours and I’m pretty sure I’m one bad rating away from getting deactivated.”

You sat on the edge of the couch and gently ran your fingers through his messy hair.

“Poor birthday boy,” you said. “I have something for you.”

Kurt’s tired eyes lit up a little.

“You got me a present?” you nodded and took his hand, pulling him gently toward the bedroom.

“Come on. Sit on the bed.”

Kurt followed obediently and sat on the edge. You went to the closet and pulled out a beautifully wrapped black box with a shiny red ribbon.

“Here,” you said, handing it to him with a soft smile. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“You really got me something? I didn’t expect anything today…” Kurt took the box carefully, like it could break. 

He untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a stunning set of blue lingerie: a delicate lace bra and the thong that matched it. It was elegant and expensive.

He looked up at you with wide, uncertain eyes.

“Wait. What?” His voice cracked a little. “I think… I think you got the wrong gift. This is lingerie. Why would you give this to me? I mean, I’m not against trying new things but—”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. You stepped closer and cupped his face with both hands.

“No– you dummy,” you said affectionately, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “It’s not for you to wear. It 's for me.”

Kurt blinked slowly, still processing.

“For you?” you nodded, biting your lip with a mischievous grin.

“As your birthday gift… I’m going to wear this for you tonight. And you’re going to help me film a new video for my OnlyFans.”

Kurt’s brain completely shut down for a moment. His mouth opened and closed and his cheeks turned bright red.

“You… Do you want me to be in one of your videos? With you? Like… actually fucking you on camera for your fans?” you smiled sweetly and straddled his lap, sitting on his thighs so you could look him in the eyes.

“Yes, baby. It’s your birthday. I want to spoil you. You’ve been such a good boyfriend and I think you should be the star tonight.”

Kurt’s hands trembled as they rested on your hips. He looked overwhelmed, grateful, and so in love with you it made your heart ache.

“I– This is the best gift anyone has ever given me. But… are you sure? I might look stupid or cum too fast or say something dumb—”

You cut him off with a soft kiss.

“You won’t look stupid,” you whispered. “You’ll look hot.”

Kurt swallowed hard while his eyes showed nerves and excitement.

“Okay… yeah. Let’s do it.” you stood up and took the lingerie box.

“’ll get ready. The camera and lights are already set up. You can turn on the camera when I leave the bathroom.” 

While you were in the bathroom changing into the black lace set, Kurt sat on the bed in his joggers, heart racing.

When you went out, Kurt looked at you.

“Holy shit…” he breathed. You turned around slowly, giving him the full view. 

You walked over slowly and straddled his lap again. First came the making out.

You kissed him deeply, tongues sliding together. Kurt moaned into your mouth while his hands slided over the lingerie.

You ground down against his growing bulge, dry humping him slowly while you made out.

Kurt whimpered, hips twitching up to meet every roll of your hips.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he gasped between kisses. “Even through the lace– I can feel how warm you are… I’m already so hard.”

You kept grinding on him, kissing his jaw and then moving down to his neck. You sucked a dark hickey just below his ear, then another on his collarbone.

“You’re already so hard for me, baby,” you murmured against his lips. “Such a needy boy on your birthday.”

Kurt tilted his head back, giving you more access while moaning loudly.

“You’re marking me up.” he whispered, voice shaky. “Everyone’s gonna see these on the video– fuck, that’s so hot…”

You sucked another hickey on the other side of his neck while continuing to dry hump him harder. Kurt’s hands gripped your ass tightly, squeezing the soft flesh as he panted.

“Please… I need more… I’ve been hard since I saw the lingerie– you’re driving me crazy…”

You finally pulled back from his neck, kissed his lips once more, then slid down between his legs.

You looked up at him with a sweet smile while wrapping your hand around his cock –which you had pulled out of his sweatpants–

“Happy birthday, Kurt.” then you took him into your mouth.

Kurt let out a loud broken moan, and his hand gently threath into your hair.

“Oh my god– your mouth… it’s so warm and wet… you’re taking me so deep. I don’t deserve this… You’re sucking my cock so good…” you sucked him slowly at first, then deeper, taking him into your throat.

Kurt’s hips twitched but he tried to stay still, moaning continuously.

You bobbed your head faster, hollowing your cheeks, taking him as deep as you could. Kurt was getting louder, breathing ragged.

“Shit— right there— you’re so good at this. I’m gonna cum if you keep going like that… Please don’t stop… I love you… I love you so much…”

“Not yet, baby. I want you to enjoy it longer.” you didn’t stop.

You edged him twice, bringing him right to the edge and then pulling off, stroking him slowly while he whimpered and begged.

“Please… please let me cum… it’s my birthday… I’ve been so good. I need it…” 

Kurt was panting, eyes glassy, but his cock was still half-hard. You started grinding on him again, dry humping his sensitive cock.

Kurt whimpered, oversensitive but still needy.

“Please– I want to be inside you.”

You pushed your thong aside, lined him up, and sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion. Kurt groaned loudly, head falling back.

“Fuck– you’re so tight… so warm. I’m inside you again… this feels even better than before…”

You finally climbed back onto his lap, pushed your thong aside, and sank down onto his cock in one smooth, deep motion.

Kurt groaned loudly. “Fuck–  you’re so tight… so warm… I’m inside you” 

You started riding him slowly, rolling your hips in deep circles.

“Does that feel good, baby?” you asked, voice sweet but teasing. “You like when I ride your cock on your birthday?”

Kurt nodded frantically, hands gripping your waist.

“Yes— fuck— you feel so perfect. Ride me harder, please…” you bounced faster. 

The sound of skin slapping filled the room. Kurt was moaning nonstop, eyes half-lidded.

“God, you’re so wet. You’re gonna make me cum again.”

You leaned down and kissed him hard, swallowing his moans while you rode him.

“Shhh, baby,” you whispered against his lips between kisses. “Be quiet for me. Just feel how good I’m making you feel. Don’t talk, just take it.”

Kurt tried, but he couldn’t stop moaning. You kissed him deeper to muffle the sounds, your tongue sliding against his as you rode him faster.

His hands were everywhere — one squeezing your ass tightly, the other sliding up to cup and knead your tits through the lace bra, thumbs brushing your nipples.

“Fuck– your tits feel so good in my hands,” he gasped between kisses. “So soft… so perfect… I love them so much.”

You kept riding him hard, kissing him to keep him quiet while he played with your breasts and ass.

“I’m close again…” he whimpered against your mouth. “Please– I’m gonna cum inside you…”

You rode him even faster.

“Cum for me, baby. Fill me up. Give me another load.”

Kurt came for the second time with a loud, broken moan that you swallowed with a deep kiss. His hips jerked as he spilled deep inside you again.

You didn’t stop riding him.

“One more time, Kurt,” you whispered, still kissing him. “You can do it. Cum for me again. Be a good boy.”

Kurt was oversensitive, whimpering, tears pricking at his eyes, but he nodded desperately, hands still squeezing your ass and tits.

You rode him harder, faster, clenching around him on purpose. Kurt’s moans were muffled by your constant kisses.

“I’m close again… it’s too much. Fuck… I’m cumming—!”

He came for the second time with a wrecked cry, pumping the last of his load deep inside you while his whole body trembled violently.

You came right after him, moaning into his mouth as your orgasm crashed over you, riding him through both your highs until he was completely spent and shaking beneath you.

Afterward, you stayed sitting on his lap, his cock still buried inside you and both of you were breathing hard and smiling.

Kurt wrapped his arms around you tightly and buried his face in your chest, pressing his cheek and nose between your tits, breathing heavily against your skin.

“Fuck… your tits are so soft,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and tired. “I just want to stay here forever. Can I stay like this for a while?”

You smiled and gently stroked his hair, letting him nuzzle deeper into your chest. 

“Of course, baby. Stay as long as you want.” Kurt sighed contentedly, his face was still buried between your breasts.

“Best birthday ever.”

The next morning, you woke up first. Kurt was still deep asleep, his face half-buried in your chest, an arm covered by your waist. 

You took your phone from the nightstand, opened your OnlyFans account and uploaded the video that you had recorded last night.

“Special Birthday Collab with my boyfriend 💦 First time on camera”

You added a thumbnail of you in the lingerie straddling him and posted it.

Within minutes the comments started flooding in. You scrolled through them with a satisfied smirk, reading some out loud quietly.

@thickdickdasass69: Holy shit the way she rides him… she is taking him so deep. Kurt is one lucky motherfucker @rds23squirts: Kurt moaning like a little bitch while she rides him is the hottest shit I’ve seen all month.” @subbf128: The way he buries his face in her tits at the end 🔥🔥🔥 I need a girl like that. Kurt you lucky bastard... @creampiekings1029: That creampie at the end looked so thick. Bet she’s still leaking today. Want to see part 2 where she makes him clean it up

You smiled and read one more, a bit louder this time so Kurt could hear if he woke up.

“Kurt is such a pathetic little slut when he cums. The way he begs and whimpers while she uses him… best collab I’ve seen in months. Need more of her destroying him.’”

Kurt stirred against your chest, mumbling sleepily.

“Are people… saying stuff about me?” you stroked his hair gently and kissed the top of his head.

“Yeah, baby. They’re saying really dirty things. They loved how desperate you sounded. They called you a pathetic little slut– and they loved it.”

Kurt nuzzled deeper into your tits, a shy but pleased smile forming on his face.

“They think you were perfect. They want part two. They want to see me destroy you again.”

Kurt sighed happily, pressing a soft kiss between your breasts.