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And there you were, your hands on his hips, guiding him.
“mmph—fuck, honey…baby, please, please please please—“
Kurt whined and whimpered, his hips jittering towards you repeatedly, desperately trying to reach deep into your warmth, cock twitching as he was already close to coming.
He was panting like a dog in heat, and you just know that if he had a tail it’d be wagging like crazy.
The issue was that his thrust game was…sloppy, to say the least. He thought he was hitting all the right places, but he was just miserably failing every single time.
“Babe, you’re completely missing. Come on, let me help…”
“I’m not missing! I’m—I’m doing this perfectly!!! This is how everyone else does it in the movies and stuff, I’m—“
“Okay okay, fine. You’re doing great, puppy. But you wanna hear me make noise, right? Want to make me feel good?”
He quickly nodded, maybe a little bit too quickly, so extremely eager to help out in any way possible.
You hummed quietly, pleased with his answer. You dragged your hands up his spine, rubbing him up gently before spinning him around and pinning him down. Of course, he was taken aback, but didn’t seem offended by it, he seemed turned on by the fact that he was getting dominated.
He always thought that he would have to be the dominant one, and god was he thankful that he didn’t have to be, he just has to be a good boy and listen to whatever his wonderful and amazing partner asked for, oh he was so totally in love with his partner, he—
“F—fuck!!!”
Kurt arched his back, moaning and whining loudly with little to no shame. You slid down onto his cock, almost with ease, pulling him directly out of the daze that he was in.
“God, honey, so so perfect, fuck don’t stop—please, please please don’t stop, I—“
“I haven’t even moved yet, baby, and you’re already absolutely obsessed and hooked.”
“Feels good, feels so so good, so tight and warm…”
You hummed in content, and of course you couldn’t just decline him, you knew that you had to continue. You rolled your hips, and you just tell he was in pure and honest bliss, practically drooling and groaning.
“So close, please, please let me come…inside, please, feels so good—“
Kurt whined out, his hands flying to your hips, suddenly pulling you down all the way without warning, sitting up, keeping you in his lap as he panted into the space between your neck and shoulder.
He kept on muttering swears, before biting down onto your shoulder, again, without any kind of warning. You knew he was extremely unpredictable, but this? This was almost unnerving. He pinned you down this time, his teeth still sunken into your skin, now thrusting like there was no tomorrow.
“Fuck, fuck! All mine, all mine…gonna mark you up, everyone is gonna know you’re mine, all fucking mine.”
He huffed out, holding onto you even tighter before stilling his hips one last time, grunting, whimpering and whining, making sure to go as deep as possible, marking you inside and out.
You moaned loudly, and oh of course his ego got a huge boost from it. You liked it, you liked him—and you best know he was for sure going to do this way more often.
He huffed out, slowly pulling out with a shiver, at least he knew the consequences of staying inside for longer than needed.
“You—you alright, honey? I didn’t hurt you too much, right?”
“No no, I’m fine, baby. I’m just fine.”
He hummed once more, before getting up and…leaving? Why the hell was he leaving? You were lost, confused, simply staring at the doorway that he slipped through.
He soon (and finally) came back, with a dampened cloth, glass of water and juice, presumably for himself considering you’ve never seen him drink water in god knows how long, a handful of the Pokémon plushies that he absolutely loved to collect and some other snacks.
Never in your life have you actually seen someone go all out with aftercare, and you for sure wouldn’t of expected it from him of all people.
“I uh…I got these, I didn’t really know what you wanted, so—“
He leaned in soon enough, cleaning you up lightly with the damp cloth, making sure that he didn’t hurt you too much, dragging his fingers through your hair with a small hum, admiring you with clear love and affection in his eyes.
It didn’t take him long for him to start cuddling up to you again, however moving from the sweat-soaked mattress on the floor to a huge snorlax beanbag, scooting the gaming chair out of the way so that the two of you could happily watch whatever was playing on his monitor.
“I love you so so much honey.”
“I love you too, baby.”