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PAIRINGS: soul x keeho

SYNOPSIS: Keeho has been stressed out and needed someone to take it out on. Soul was more than happy to volunteer.

WARNINGS: angry sex, keeho is rough, bottom soul, top keeho, mentions of jongseob, whiny soul of course, creampie, hair pulling, drool, messy soul

A/N: this is just a drabble oops

Keeho had his hand on Soul’s head, pressing his face into the couch cushions. His cock was drilling in and out of him at an absolutely brutal pace, squelching from the lube. His thrusts were angry and mean, pouring all of his stress onto soul.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” Keeho hissed, pressing Soul down farther into the couch. Soul was bent into an awkward position, his neck craned to the side as Keeho pounded him into the shitty dorm couch. Soft groans and whines were forced from his mouth with every thrust, his hands clawing at the fabric desperately. “Mmh,” was all he could respond, forcing his back to arch more, pressing his ass further back onto Keeho’s cock.

A laugh came from behind him but he could barely register it. Keeho was fucking him so good, treating him like he was nothing. Every thrust sent his body jolting, the only thing keeping him in place was Keeho’s free hand on his slim waist. The hand on his face was big, his thumb pressed into the side of his mouth, holding it open, forcing the drool to leak down his face.

“Yeah, you like that shit, don’t you? You like it when I treat you like my bitch?” He asked, his voice strained, his lip pulled back into a sneer. Soul could only gargle something incoherent, his velvet walls clenching around the cock deep in his guts. Keeho’s sack slammed into Soul’s with every mean thrust, only adding to the anger and heat.

Keeho suddenly gripped Soul’s hair, pulling him up onto his knees. Soul’s hands shot out, reaching to the back of the couch as his back arched deeper, his greedy hole taking all of Keeho that he could. His nails dug into the fabric of the couch, his mouth dropped open dumbly.

The sting from his hair being pulled caused his cock to jump between his legs, a gargled cry ripping from his throat. The side of Keeho’s face pressed into Soul’s head, his lips next to his ear. “You’re so fucking stupid. Jesus, you can’t do anything but take cock, can you?” He hissed, his lips moving down to Soul’s neck, sinking his teeth into the soft skin. It stung, but Soul didn’t mind. He wanted to respond to Keeho, but it felt like his cock was reaching so deep within him he could practically feel him in his throat. All he could manage was a pathetic whine.

He was truly and utterly fucked dumb.

Keeho thought he looked beautiful, though, even with teary eyes, with drool leaking down his chin, with his brow furrowed in pleasure. He especially thought he looked beautiful with marks on his neck, tainting the pretty skin.

“Gonna cum for me, right? Gonna let everyone know who’s making you feel good?” He asked, his hips continuously slamming into Soul’s plush ass.

Soul nodded dumbly, clenching around Keeho impossibly tight. “Close, c-close,” He whimpered, his voice broken and whiny. One of his hands reached back, grabbing Keeho’s side, digging his fingers into the skin.

Keeho grinned, moving the hand on Soul’s waist up to his jaw, craning it to the side, crashing his lips down. The kiss was plain nasty—teeth, tongue and drool. Their lips slotted together just barely, Keeho’s tongue licking into Soul’s mouth like he was desperate to eat him whole. Soul’s hair bounced from the thrusts, even with Keeho’s hand holding it.

Every whine and whimper from Soul was eagerly swallowed, and it made it hard for him not to cum on the spot. When Keeho’s thrusts began to falter, his sweaty torso pressing into Soul, the boy knew he was a goner.

Soul pulled his lips away, his head throwing back onto Keeho’s sweaty shoulder, a string of desperate whimpers and curses leaving his mouth. His cock twitched, thick ropes of cum landing onto the couch while he gripped Keeho’s cock like his life depended on it.

The obscene feeling of tightness around him made Keeho grunt, his hands quickly going to Soul’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock to meet his thrusts. He pulled the younger as far back on his cock as possible, his hips stilling inside of him as he painted his pretty insides with cum. His hips twitched, bucking, trying to push inside of him as deep as he could. Soul could only whine, his face sideways, kissing Keeho’s neck sweetly.

As Keeho panted out huffs of hot air, Soul kept his soft lips on his sweaty neck with hot, sloppy kisses. Soul’s hole still gripped him tight, cum not leaking out from the tightness. Keeho moved his hands, pulling Soul close, their skin touching, his sweaty chest pressed against Soul’s back.

The light flickered on, to their horror. “Can I join?” Jongseob. Of course he had been watching.

“Pervert.”