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Kurt’s room was stuffy, the shitty ceiling fan set to high doing very little to actually cool the room. His body was coated in a sheen of sweat, his sheets clinging to his bare back as he writhed on his small mattress.

You were kneeling between his legs, your hand relentlessly working at his aching cock for what felt like hours at this point. Kurt’s whines filled the room, the sounds like music to your ears as you brought him closer to yet another orgasm.

The whole thing started because he had been ignoring you, despite being the one to invite you over. He begged and pleaded for you to come hang out, stating that the two of you would have fun and that he missed you—just for him to completely ignore you once you were actually in the same room, in favor of his new video game he bought.

Once it had hit hour three of him ignoring you, you decided you had enough. You unplugged his PC straight from the wall, with Kurt’s offended and angry gaze meeting your irritated one as he shouted out a protest. The argument was cut short when you sank to your knees in front of him, as you tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants to pull him free and take him into your mouth.

When the two of you had moved to his bed, he was eager. His soft and desperate words about needing to be inside of you made a small smirk grow on your face, knowing he wasn’t going to get that tonight.

“I can’t do another, it’s too much.” Kurt cried out, writhing from the intensity. “Feels so fucking good, s’too much.”

Kurt had a white knuckled grip on his sheets above his head, his big eyes full of tears and holding a pleading look. You felt a sick sense of satisfaction as you eyed him, the noises of your hand around his cock sounding slick and filthy from how ruined he was. His stomach was covered in a sticky mess of his three previous releases as it clenched and heaved, while he begged for you to give him just a second. He had his cum pooling in his bellybutton, the hair on his lower stomach tangled in the mess. His face was flushed, his bottom lip raw and red from how hard he had been biting down on it. He looked so good like this, he always did.

“You’re so fucking messy, aren’t you?” You teased, your eyes taking in the view of him under you like this.

Kurt turned his face to the side, trying to hide in the crook of his arm. You tsked, grabbing his chin with your free hand and turning his face back so you could see him fully again.

“Come on. You know I like to see you like this.” You spoke, your fingers digging into his cheek. “Keep your eyes on me. Stay still.”

He whimpered again immediately, the sound shooting straight to your core as your body craved for him to be deep inside of you. But you had to hold strong. You wanted to punish him. You wanted to see just how much he could take before he fully cracked.

Kurt weakly tried to squirm away, his body desperate for a break in the immense amount of pleasure he was in yet still craving your touch so badly that it hurt. You placed a hand on his thigh, pressing down firmly as he squirmed on the unmade bed. “I told you to stay still, didn’t I?” You asked, a brow raising in question.

A shaky whine escaped him, panting while he gazed at you through glassy eyes. You paused the movements of your hand entirely when he didn’t reply, and Kurt’s eyes blew wide in protest as he looked at you with a fucked out and confused stare.

“Wh-“

“I asked you a question, Kurt.” You moved your hand away from his spent cock—Kurt’s eyebrows furrowed and his look of confusion melted into one of pleading yet again.

He nodded quickly, “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He shifted his hips the slightest bit—thrusting into the air and seeking the friction of your fist around his cock again. “I’ll be good, I promise.” He rushed out.

You hummed, the sound rumbling in your throat as you teasingly trailed the tip of your finger over the tip of his cock. “I don’t know, Kurt.” You dragged your finger down the side of his cock now while it twitched pathetically. “Are you sure?”

Kurt nodded again, his throat bobbing as he swallowed down a moan, “I’m sure, please, keep going.”

You dragged two fingers through the mess of cum on his soft lower stomach, bringing them to your lips as you sucked them clean. Kurt’s eyes remained on you, captivated by your every move. His cock bobbed helplessly, his tip glistening with his cum while he let out a pathetic whimper. He needed you so bad. Despite his previous pleas of it being too much and needing a break, he needed your hand or your mouth or your cunt around him. The thought of filling you with his cum nearly made his eyes roll back in his head while he pictured it, his mind instantly supplying him with thoughts of your pretty pussy leaking his seed as he marked you as his. He so badly wished he could stuff you full, that he could make you cum around him and feel so proud of himself afterward. He wanted to be good for you.

“Holy fuck, please.” He begged. “I’ll be so good for you, please. I’m good, I promise. I need you so bad.”

The begging from him made your pussy throb, your heart racing in your chest. You leaned down, meeting his lips in a messy kiss that was all tongue and teeth while your hand wrapped around his cock again and your teeth bit down on his bottom lip. Kurt moaned breathily into your mouth, a cry of relief escaped him when you began stroking him again while he twitched and trembled.

“Thank you, thank you..” He cried out. His breathing was heavy, the tears that had been pooling in his eyes began slipping freely down his rosy cheeks. “You feel so fucking good, I’m so close.”

Everything felt too pleasurable for him to even be embarrassed about it anymore, openly crying below you while you ruined him further. Kurt tugged at his sheets, one of the corners coming loose from his pull. You sat back on your heels, watching while Kurt’s back arched off the mattress and his jaw dropped open. He came again with another desperate cry, his cock weakly spurting out a few pathetic drops of cum onto the puddle on his tummy.

“There we go, good boy.” You praised him, your hand still moving as you helped him through the aftershocks of another orgasm. “I knew you could do it, baby.”

Kurt whimpered out your name desperately, “I wanna be inside of you so bad.” 

His eyes looked almost frantic, to the point where you almost felt bad for him. He truly looked like such a mess—his hair was sticking to his forehead from sweat, tear tracks staining his blotchy cheeks.

Still, though, you didn’t give in to his begging. This was his punishment after all—he didn’t deserve to be inside of you tonight. Not after him ignoring you for what felt like forever while you sat so patiently on his bed, simply just wanting to lay with him while you watched a movie together like originally planned.

“That’s too bad, isn’t it?” You replied, and he whined out again as he shook his head.

“No, please. I need to be inside of you so bad, I need to fuck you.” Kurt pleaded, his voice cracking. “I’ll be so fucking good for you, I’ll make you feel so good. Please, baby, let me fuck you.”

You ignored him in favor of dipping your head down to take him into your mouth again this time. Your tongue swirled around his tip, the taste of his cum coating the inside of your mouth and making you moan at the salty tang of it. Kurt’s hips bucked up, the tip of his cock suddenly hitting the back of your throat as you gagged softly around him.

The feeling of your nails digging into his thighs made him whine again, it being mixed with a sob from how overwhelmed he was and how good you felt. You let your eyes slip shut, your head bobbing. Your drool slid down the sides of his cock, as Kurt’s hand moved to tangle in your hair.

You made no move to correct him, only humming around him as if granting him the permission to guide your movements. You decided to let him have this one thing. His hand tightened around your hair immediately, and his thighs trembled with need. “Yeah, fuck, just like that..” He moaned, his own eyes slipping shut and his head tilting back.

He didn’t last long, he was already so sensitive and wound up that all it took was a few bobs of your head before he was spilling weakly into your mouth with a shaky moan. You swallowed around him, your tongue catching what managed to leak out as you pulled off and wiped your mouth.

Kurt’s body laid limp on the mattress, with heavy pants escaping him and his chest heaving again. “Holy shit.” He breathed out, his arms splaying out. The sight of him like this made you feel proud, knowing that it was all because of you. You had him wrapped around your finger, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You lowered your head, sticking your tongue out and licking his tummy and happy trail clean. Kurt’s breath hitched above you while you dipped your tongue into his bellybutton, collecting his cum that had pooled there. You swallowed it all, pulling back with a satisfied smile.

steve’s hand was pressed over your mouth, muffling the sounds of your desperate moans and choked cries as his cock drilled into you from behind. he had his chest pressed to your back and his other hand gripping your hip, his once neatly styled hair now a mess over his forehead from how you tugged on it when kissing him.

“i told you to be quiet, didn’t i?” steve asked huskily, while his hips continued to pound into yours. his mouth was near your ear, his hot breath fanning your sweaty skin with each huff of effort he made as he fucked you.

you didn’t respond, too busy feeling lost in some hazy dreamlike state as steve tore you apart. you couldn’t even think of how much time had actually passed, everything moved in a blur.

steve’s rough pace of his hips served to drive you further toward the edge, the feeling of your release building rapidly. your loud cry was muffled against his hand, tears of pleasure spilling down your cheeks and pooling at his fingers where they were pressed to your skin.

a breathy grunt left steve’s lips, giving your hip a tight squeeze. “i asked you a question.” he hissed, voice low in your ear. you whimpered against his hand again instead, too fucked out to process his words.

he laughed at that—low and rumbly in his chest—angling himself perfectly just the way you needed him to. the sound of your bodies colliding—mixed with the slap of your skin meeting—made everything feel so intense and so risky. if anyone passed by outside of the door, they would without a doubt hear something.

you were supposed to be quick. the two of you snuck away from the others, steve unable to keep his hands to himself so he had to drag you into the small bathroom with him at the wsqk station.

it was only a matter of time before someone came looking. someone was bound to come knocking at any moment, and the two of you would be caught. no lie would be enough to cover for you both, with the state the two of you were in.

you with your red blotchy cheeks and glassy eyes, and steve with his messy hair and kiss swollen lips. the thrill was what you loved, though. you loved when he was so needy for you that he had to drag you off into some closet or bathroom—bending you over any surface he could to fuck you, or pressing you up against the wall with your legs tight around his waist.

laughter passed outside the door, footsteps going by and your eyes went wide. your breathing was heavy against his palm, steve able to feel the quick puffs of air against his fingers. his hips didn’t stop moving though, even if you froze up at the sound of someone so close.

his cock continued to pound into your cunt, drilling right into that spot that made you see stars. your eyes rolled back, a muffled whine falling into steve’s palm.

“someone probably heard you, baby.” steve teased, once he knew whoever it was was far enough away now. “probably heard how pathetic you sound with my cock in you.”

your cheeks burned hot at his words, shaking your head in reply as he chuckled. “no? you think they didn’t?” he continued on with the teasing, fingerprint bruises forming on your hip due to his tight grip. he slowed his hips just a bit, now dragging his cock slowly in and out of your tight pussy.

you made a noise of complaint at how he slowed, your hips weakly pushing back against his to try and fuck yourself on his cock. he licked his lips, groaning out lowly. “god, just look at you.” his voice sounded scratchy and worn with the effort to keep quiet. “just can’t get enough of my cock, hm? you’re so pathetic like this.”

your eyes were shut, nodding in agreement with him without a care. he laughed again, the pace of his thrusts beginning to pick back up. “that’s right, baby. you know your place.”

his hand moved from your hip to play with your clit instead, his ring and middle finger rubbing quick tight circles over it. your pussy clenched around him, your walls warm and wet around his length as he groaned quietly against your ear.

your release came quickly not soon after, vision whiting out as you came hard around him. he kept his palm pressed over your mouth, keeping your moans hidden from the ears of anyone else. he felt you panting against him, his own release following.

his warm cum spilled into you, steve having to bite down on his lip as he filled you. “fuck, take it, baby.” he continued toying with your clit, while his cock pulsed inside of you. your hand reached down to weakly push his hand away, steve dragging his slick fingers across your thigh.

steve finally moved his hand away from your mouth as well, straightening out as he pulled his cock out from you. your legs shook, your body slumped over the sink in the bathroom.

the feeling of his release leaking from your spent pussy made you press your thighs together with a shy blush on your cheeks. steve looked down to watch, his fingers spreading you open for him shamelessly. a soft whine escaped you—steve grinning proudly as he watched his cum drip from your used hole.

“god, you look so pretty for me.” steve praised, sinking to his knees behind you. you didn’t even realize he did so, until you felt his warm tongue lap at your slick folds and fuck into you.

you gasped, a surprised moan falling from your lips. “steve, i–“ you broke off into a whimper, knowing that what was supposed to be a quickie, was far from over.