off limits! c.sb
smut, mdni. rule number one. don’t fuck on the dorm couch.
ah— shit, shit, shit, soobin groans, voice guttural with lust, head tipping back against the back of the couch, his hands gripping your hips impossibly tighter. wet, loud squelches so obvious, so shamefully lewd the way soobin’s manhandling you like a pocket pussy, lifted and pushed down deep on his cock as your fingers cling to his shoulders, nails left crescent moons on the slight exposed skin of his shirt neck, fabric bunched tightly into your fists. so deep, like he’s gonna rearrange your insides, feeling him fill you up to the cervix ‘cause soobin’s just too big. his sweats pulled down and your shorts pulled aside clumsily, but it’s such a mess, the crotch of his sweats wet into a dark gray by your arousal, can’t help the way your pussy’s drooling for him!
and soobin knows he shouldn’t do this here, but the dorm’s empty. for now. but can you blame him for not thinking straight, not when your pussy’s wrapped ‘round him so tight, clenching down and sucking him in so eagerly with every thrust, feels like heaven when you’re so perfectly fit for him, hmm? and it’s not his fault he gets so hard so fast, a couple of kisses and soobin dropped the ps5 controller somewhere, hands already trying to get into your panties. ‘binnie, we can’t h-here—! but your words didn’t make any sense, not when you’re straddling him, pussy pressed up to his half hard dick through layers of fabric.. can the boys blame him, cause fucking on the couch is just so convenient, like they’d never know.
soobin, have to— h-hurry–! your whimpers sounding so pretty when you’re such a mess, peeking over at the door of the dorm, but your head’s spinning when you’re full of his cock, barely able to adjust to the stretch of each rushed thrust, each deeper and harder. mm– fuck, i know, baby, ‘m close, soobin moans. so pretty like this, hmm? when you’re leaving all the work to him, pretty eyes glossy with the hint of tears, his spit wet on your bitten lower lip, can barely keep eye contact with how fucked out you are. his movements clumsier by the second, sloppy thrusts ‘til your high crashes down, release coating his cock in wetness, your whines muffled by the crook of his shoulder and neck,
and in an instant, his hips slam into yours, hot, creamy cum filling you up full as soobin’s hands hold your hips down, his groans raspy with pants of exertion and pleasure, too obsessed with the sensation of your pussy milking him of his cum… forget that the couch is off limits, the other boys aren’t home yet.. round 2?
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beomgyu: [image attached] cum stains on the fucking couch!
beomgyu: you fucked on it, didn’t you?
beomgyu: you’re paying for a new one.
