Okay so Will and RJ (shep689 on YouTube and the inspiration to this drabble) didn't break their couch having sex, but Kurt and Blaine did. Because I do what I want.
The struggle of not titling this fic Sexcident is so real.
Furniture
Kurt whines, pushing back against Blaine, who's sweaty and panting above him. "Oh, fuck, B, you feel so good!" he ends his sentence with a long cry, high-pitched and breathless.
Blaine smiles and kisses him, short, small pecks almost in time with his thrusts.
"Been so long since I've had you inside me, uhh, god," he squirms and squeezes around Blaine, warm and strong, absolutely what he needed after this hellish day. That's partially the reason they haven't made it further than the couch; the other reason is the pants that Blaine was wearing when Kurt got home. He opened the door to a shirtless fiancé wearing yoga pants, through which he could see exactly every ridge of Blaine's cock, and did not waste time taking those damned pants off.
Kurt locks his legs around Blaine's waist, which causes Blaine to momentarily lose his balance and fall forward a little, driving himself even further into Kurt's clenching hold. Kurt lets out a lewd moan, and rocks himself on Blaine's cock with small huffs of breath.
"God- Blaine-"
"Wait!" Blaine stops suddenly, and Kurt whines.
"No, come on, please please keep going please-"
"Wait, I think I heard something," Blaine hushes him. He listens intently, and hears nothing.
"Blaine," he pleads, achingly hard and entirely not as full as he wishes to be.
"Okay, okay," Blaine gives in, driving his hips forward quickly and losing his balance yet again, barely catching himself before crashing on top of Kurt, and- Crack! "Fu- ow!"
Kurt squeals when Blaine pulls out and rolls off, falling onto his back on the carpet. It takes him a second to realize that the couch is standing uneven, and he's sliding slowly towards the floor.
And his butt hurts.
"Um. Kurt?" Blaine looks at him and he stares back, still panting.
"Yeah?"
"I think… we broke the couch."
Kurt rolls off the crooked couch and ends up straddling Blaine so he doesn't land on top of him, and looks at the traitorous leg of the couch that is now definitely broken.
"We're never buying an Ikea couch again," Kurt says, defeated, and lies down on top of Blaine who giggles.
"We broke the couch, oh my god," he says, snorting a little.
"It's not funny, Blaine! Even the furniture is cockblocking us!"
It only makes him laugh harder, and he throws his head back and shudders with laughter.