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soobin's room was way cleaner than expected for a college dorm — probably because he'd scrubbed every inch of it twice before inviting you over.
his textbooks were lined up by subject, alphabetized. his gaming mouse had a custom wrist rest, and a pot of ramen sat untouched on the desk, long gone cold.
he kept glancing at you from behind his thick-rimmed glasses, cheeks tinted pink, legs bouncing under his desk like he had caffeine poisoning. he wasn't even trying to really hide it. you could feel his eyes trailing down your neck whenever you leaned forward to look at the screen, pretending not to notice.
"soobin," you said casually, stretching back on his bed. "are you even listening?"
he jumped. "huh? i am! y-yeah—uh, yes. w-we were, um, talking about... parallel circuits."
"we finished that like ten minutes ago," you grinned.
he made a pathetic little sound and practically shrank into his hoodie. his hands fidgeted with the hem of his sleeves, and he tilted his face away, like you wouldn't see the way his ears turned bright red.
you'd noticed it weeks ago now — the way soobin acted around you. too still when you got too close. flinching whenever your knees touched under the table. always volunteering to 'help you study' like he'd rather die than miss a chance to stare at your lips while you solved a physics problem.
you didn't mind. not at all.
in fact, part of you... really liked it. the way this tall, awkward, blushing mess of a boy looked at you like he'd never wanted anything more in his entire life.
"you're cute when you're nervous, y'know," you said quietly, eyes on him.
soobin froze at that. his entire body stiffened like you'd just tased him.
"w-what—? i'm not—uh... y-you're... i mean—" he trailed off in a stammer, blinking rapidly behind his glasses, lips parted like his brain had fully blue-screened.
you sat up slowly, tilting your head.
"you always look at me like that?"
"l-like what...?"
"like you wanna devour me."
the silence that followed was thick — pulsing, too loud. soobin's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his hands now gripping his desk so tight his knuckles went pale.
"...do you?" you asked, softer.
soobin turned to you fully, mouth parted like he was about to deny it — but he didn't.
he just gave a tiny, shaky nod.
and your heart kicked.
"say it," you murmured, watching his chest rise and fall faster. "tell me you think about me."
he looked like he might die right now, but he was breathing harder now, something dark and overwhelmed flashing behind his glasses.
"i think about you all the time," he whispered, voice cracking. "i... i c-can't stop."
you leaned back again, thighs parted just enough to make it obvious. "and when you're alone?"
he shuddered. "f-fuck..."
"yeah?" you bit your lip. "tell me what you do."
soobin let out a small, pitiful noise — somewhere between a whimper and a groan. he looked completely dizzy. his fingers flexed helplessly on the desk edge, like he was holding himself back.
"i t-touch myself. a-almost every night," he admitted, barely audible, blinking fast like he was about to short-circuit. "i—s-sometimes twice, sometimes m-more. thinking about... about you."
you reached down and adjusted yourself, cock already getting hard in your pants.
he saw it, and his breath hitched.
"you ever imagine me in your bed?" you asked. "on my knees for you? making those nerdy little noises while you fuck into me so deep i forget my name?"
soobin made a strangled noise and turned away, burying his face in his hands. his shoulders trembled. you couldn't tell if he was trying not to scream or trying not to come from your voice alone.
"f-fuck, oh my god, i c-can't—" he sucked in a breath through his teeth. "you're not f-fair. you're n-not—you c-can't just—"
you got up, padded slowly over to where he sat, and leaned down until your lips brushed his ear.
"poor baby," you whispered. "you've been jerking off to me in secret like a desperate little loser, haven't you?"
soobin let out a full, audible moan.
he gripped the desk tighter, thighs clenched shut, knuckles trembling. you dragged your hand down his back, then rested it on his shoulder. he was burning up. you could feel it through his hoodie.
"i—i'm sorry," he choked, eyes squeezed shut. "i—i know i'm a pervert—i always think about y-you on my cock, w-while i fuck my hand—like y-you'd actually ever want someone like me—"
you turned his chair slightly, gently and straddled his lap.
soobin went completely silent. his eyes opened wide, and his pupils blew huge. his hands hovered, unsure where to put them, lips parted in stunned disbelief as your hands settled on his chest.
"someone like you?" you purred. "tall, hot nerd who jerks off over me every night like i'm his personal porn folder? soobin... i think that's exactly my type."
"i—" he choked. "i d-don't know what to—what t-to do—i've never—"
"i'll show you," you whispered.
and then you kissed him.
soobin's breath caught, and he immediately melted.
his lips were soft, a little clumsy, but so eager. his huge hands found your waist finally, gripping like he didn't know his own strength. you rocked slowly in his lap, and he groaned into your mouth, hips jerking up before he caught himself.
you him kissed again. deeper this time, hotter.
by the third kiss, soobin was a mess — moaning quietly, rutting once, twice, then stopping with a pained gasp like he was trying to behave.
"i'm s-sorry—fuck—i'm gonna c-cum—" he whimpered.
you grinned, brushing his jaw with your thumb. "aw, baby. you that close already?"
"i... i was already hard wh-when you sat down—" he admitted, trembling, ashamed. "i c-can't stop—"
"that's okay," you whispered, kissing his cheek. "i wanna ruin you anyway."
soobin let out the quietest gasp, almost a whimper, like your words short-circuited something inside him. his hands had been hovering, awkward and too careful, but now they landed, firm and shaking, on your waist. he gripped like he'd been starving for this moment. for you. and his fingers... fuck, they were shaking so bad.
you shifted on his lap deliberately, feeling the hard line of his cock twitch under you — he was really huge, and just from that pressure alone, you could tell he wasn't kidding about being close.
and yet, he held still, looking up at you like you were made of gold and he was terrified of breaking you.
"i—" he breathed, swallowing hard. "c-can i... touch you? please?"
you smiled. "i'm already on your lap, soobin."
"n-no, i mean... really. i want to... i've dreamed of this, i—p-please... just let me touch you."
your heart thudded. his voice cracked so hard you swore you could feel it against your skin. his glasses were fogging up, and his whole body shook.
"you're gonna have to be more specific," you teased, grinding slightly in his lap. "what exactly do you want to touch, soobin?"
he looked like he could die from that alone. his throat bobbed. his cock throbbed hard beneath you — fuck, you felt it — and he whined, desperate.
"i w-want to... k-kiss you everywhere," he stammered, voice cracking like glass. "i w-want to taste you. please. please let me eat you—fuck—i w-want my face between your legs so bad, i can't take it anymore—"
your breath caught. your whole body lit up with heat.
soobin practically choked on his own words, but didn't stop. he couldn't stop.
"i... i think about it all the time—y-you sitting on my face, making those pretty sounds—m-moaning my name, shaking because it feels so good—f-fuck—" he covered his mouth, groaning into his palm like his own thoughts were too much for him. "i need it—i need to taste you or i'm gonna—gonna—"
you kissed him again to shut him up, just so you wouldn't come from the sound of that filthy mouth alone.
he kissed back, sloppy and so desperate. his hands clutched at your hips, then your waist, then slid under your shirt with reverence, like he couldn't decide if he wanted to worship you or ruin you. you pulled back just enough to strip your shirt off — and soobin froze.
"...oh my god," he whispered. he blinked up at you like you were holy. "y-you're so—fuck—you're so perfect. i—can i...?"
you took his hand and guided it over your chest.
soobin moaned, low and shaky, like the skin-to-skin contact alone completely wrecked him.
"lie back," you murmured. "if you wanna taste me so bad... go ahead."
you slid off his lap and onto the bed behind you, settling back into the pillows.
soobin stood with legs wobbly, his hands fisted at his sides, and he looked down at you like he was about to fall to his knees and cry — and he did. literally.
he knelt between your legs like it was his rightful place.
"fuck—f-fuck—" he muttered under his breath as he pushed your legs open, pressing reverent kisses down your stomach, your hips, your thighs.
he was already sweating, already flushed pink all over, his glasses slipping a little down his nose as he pressed kiss after kiss to your skin like it was the first time he'd ever touched someone. because it was.
when soobin reached the waistband of your underwear, he paused.
"p-please let me see you," he begged, voice wrecked. "i—i want to remember what you taste like when i c-cum again later—"
"oh my god, soobin," you breathed, lifting your hips to help him. "you're insane."
he moaned, a long and broken moan, as he slid your underwear down and got his first real look at you.
then he just... stared.
like you'd just knocked the wind out of him.
"...holy fucking shit," he whispered. "you're even better than i ever imagined."
you were about to reply, maybe tease him for being so dramatic, but then soobin leaned in and licked a slow stripe from your taint to the base of your hole — and your brain went blank.
"oh my—"
he moaned in response, like the sound of your voice alone made him lose his mind.
you gripped the sheets hard as he spread your cheeks and devoured you like you were the most satisfying meal he'd ever had. his tongue was hot, desperate, messy, and relentless. he licked into you as if he needed it — sloppy, deep, practically humping the bed below him.
"soobin—fuck—" you gasped, body already shaking, toes curling. "you're—shit—you're good at this—"
he whined like he was gonna cry. then his hips jerked violently and he moaned deep into your skin — and that's when you realized :
"oh my god—did you just—?"
soobin didn't stop licking, he didn't say a word. he just gripped your thighs tighter and humped the mattress like an animal, clearly trying to drag it out.
you grabbed a fistful of his hair. "you just came in your pants from eating me out?"
he let out a loud, drawn-out groan.
"f-fuck—fuck—i'm sorry. you were moaning so pretty, a-and the way you sh-shook—f-fuck—i've never—" his voice broke. "i really c-couldn't help it—please don't stop me—please—"
"fuck, soobin, you're insane," you panted. "so fucking desperate—"
"i am," he gasped. "i am, i'm desperate, i'm a f-fucking loser, i c-can't stop thinking about how tight you're gonna feel on my c-cock—fuck—"
you groaned, grinding back onto his mouth now, legs trembling.
"soobin—baby—shit—i'm close—fuck—keep going—don't stop—"
he moaned louder, licking even deeper now, like he was drowning in it. your whole body trembled from the overstimulation, your back arching as he fucked you open with his tongue. and when you finally came, it was loud, your thighs clamping around his face, your hands tangled in his hair, your voice wrecked and cracking—
soobin came again.
soobin came again from the sound of you.
all over himself.
and he didn't stop.
soobin was still on his knees, licking into you like your body was the only thing that had ever mattered in his whole life. his glasses had slid halfway down his nose. his jaw and cheeks were slick with spit and your cum, but he looked blissed out, like your moans were drugs and he'd completely overdosed.
when he finally pulled back to breathe, his lips were pink and swollen. he blinked up at you through fogged lenses like he didn't even know where he was.
"i think i blacked out," he whispered, dazed. "y-you were so—fuck, you were shaking, and your voice, i—"
you were panting, still twitching, legs spread wide and twitching slightly from the overstimulation. your cock was softening, but your body was still begging for more.
"you're fucking insatiable," you said with a breathless laugh. "came twice just from eating me out, huh?"
soobin made the smallest, weakest whimper, and his hips jerked in response — like he wanted to go again already. his cock was still tenting his pants, clearly oversensitive and soaked through. you caught a full glimpse of the wet, dark stain all down the front of his sweats and nearly groaned.
"you good?" you teased. "still with me?"
"i c-can't believe i actually get to touch you," he whispered, wide-eyed. "i always imagined this part, j-just like this, and—and when i came i was gonna—was gonna prep you s-so good—make sure it didn't hurt—but then y-you sounded so fucking perfect—"
his voice broke again.
"c-can i...?" he said, shakily reaching toward the nightstand. "can i touch you inside now?"
the air shifted.
you met his eyes, your breath catching slightly.
"yeah," you said. "of course you can."
he moaned loudly again.
"i-i'll be gentle, i promise," he stuttered, grabbing a small bottle of lube and fumbling to get it open. his hands were still trembling. "y-you're just—s-so tight—i have to—fuck—i'm kind of big and i don't w-wanna hurt you—"
"you gonna stretch me out real nice with those fingers first?" you murmured, lifting your legs a little higher for him. "use those long nerd fingers to get me all ready for that big dick you keep hiding in your pants?"
soobin choked. you saw it — his whole body shuddered.
and you swore you saw his cock twitch again beneath the ruined fabric.
"oh my god," he whispered, voice wrecked. "i—i fucking love you—"
you blinked, stunned.
he clamped a hand over his mouth immediately.
"i mean—not—not like that—i just—i mean i love your ass and—fuck—i'm such a loser, oh my god—"
you were laughing when his slicked finger finally pressed against your hole.
and then you weren't.
because holy shit, soobin's fingers were long.
he slid one inside slowly, carefully, eyes glued to your face, watching every twitch, every change in breath. his mouth dropped open slightly when he bottomed out with just that one.
"you okay?" he asked, panicked. "did i hurt you—?"
"n-no—" you gasped, breath catching. "you're just—fuck—your fingers—"
"too much?" he started to pull back, but you grabbed his wrist, shaking your head.
"soobin," you moaned, voice wrecked. "don't you fucking dare stop—"
his cock throbbed hard enough to jump in his pants. he stared at you like you were unreal.
then he added another finger.
"f-fuck," you gasped, eyes squeezing shut.
his long fingers curled inside you, slow and careful, spreading gently — and you felt it, every inch. your walls stretched open, burning just a little, but your body loved it. you clenched and he moaned, thrusting his hips into nothing, panting like he was in pain.
"you feel so good," he whispered, wrecked. "you're so—tight, f-fuck—i—i dreamed about this—i touched myself so many times thinking about this—your moans—your body shaking on my fingers like this—fuck—"
he started thrusting slowly, fingers slick and firm and so deep. you cried out, gripping the sheets, your whole body going tense.
"soobin—fuck—i'm—don't stop—"
his jaw dropped.
"you're gonna cum again?" he whispered. "just from m-my fingers?"
you nodded desperately, and soobin lost it.
his free hand gripped your thigh tight, keeping your legs spread, and he worked his fingers inside you like he was possessed. long, slow thrusts turned deeper, faster, more deliberate — curling up against your sweet spot so perfectly you nearly screamed.
"fuckfuckfuck—soobin—"
your body jolted as your back arched and you came for the second time tonight, intense and uncontrollable. you moaned loud, voice cracking, hands clawing the sheets, thighs trembling as the orgasm ripped through you.
soobin groaned, loud and shaky, rocking against the bed, leaking again through his pants, probably trying not to cum for a third time.
"i—i can't believe this is real," he whispered. "you're cumming for me—i made you cum—again—fuck—"
you were panting hard, body twitching, stretched out and spent.
soobin slowly kissed your thighs, your hipbones, your stomach — literally everywhere — murmuring breathless praise between each one.
"so good for me—so pretty—your moans—fuck—your body is perfect—"
then, slowly, trembling, he reached for the waistband of his sweats.
"c-can i show you?" he asked. "my cock—? i—i want to feel you—inside—please..."
you met his eyes, then glanced down.
"show me, baby."
soobin swallowed, and his fingers trembled at the waistband of his ruined sweats — soaked with his cum, twice over — before he finally hooked his thumbs under and pushed them down.
and fuck.
you had not been ready.
his cock sprang free, flushed deep red, huge, twitching with every shaky breath. thick veins lined the shaft, bulging slightly, and the head was swollen and a bright pretty pink — dripping steadily, desperate. the curve of it, the length, the girth... it was insane.
you blinked.
"...jesus fucking christ," you muttered.
soobin looked panicked instantly. "i—i'm sorry, i know it's too big—i've never used it—i mean not—not with anyone—only my hand, o-or a pillow—but I'll go slow, i swear, i'll prep more if you want—"
you groaned, cutting him off with a look.
"you've cum twice, soobin. twice. and you're already twitching like you wanna fill me up again."
"i'm sorry," he gasped, fully red now, thighs trembling. "i-i'll pull out—if y-you want. i don't wanna be rough—"
you grinned and hooked a leg around his waist, dragging him close. "i never said you had to stop."
soobin whimpered. like, audibly whimpered — and fell forward onto his hands.
"fuck—i—thank you—i won't last—i'm s-so sensitive—"
he was kissing your chest now, then your neck, and then your shoulders, like he was trying to memorize every part of you with his mouth.
"i c-can't believe i get to do this—i'm gonna be s-so gentle—you're so good—you feel so good already—"
you reached down between you, wrapped a hand around his cock — and felt it pulse. his whole body jerked.
soobin groaned like he was about to die. "f-fuck—please—can i put it in?"
you spread your legs wider.
"come on, nerd," you said, breathless. "show me how good that big cock can feel."
he moaned, grabbed the base of himself, and lined up shakily. the head pressed right at your hole — still loose and dripping from his fingers.
then he froze.
"i—i need to hear you say it," he stammered, voice shaking. "you're okay with this? with me? you—you still want me to—?"
you pulled his face down and kissed him, long and slow.
when you broke the kiss, you whispered, "i want you to fuck me, soobin."
he shuddered.
then he slowly pushed in — just the head, but your breath already left your body.
"f-fuck, soobin—"
"holy—oh my—oh fuck—" he moaned, hips trembling. "y-you're—tight—fuck—perfect—are you okay?"
you nodded, your jaw tight, eyes fluttering.
"big—fuck, you're big—"
"i-i'll go slow—promise—just tell me if i should stop—"
he inched in, slowly, careful — giving you time to stretch around him. the thickness of his cock made your thighs shake already, your walls clenching down instinctively. he groaned deep in his chest and gripped the sheets beside your head like he was trying not to collapse.
"you feel like heaven," he gasped. "i—i c-can't believe—oh my god—"
he kissed your temple. your chest. your shoulder.
every inch of skin he could reach.
you were panting now, breath ragged, face flushed and glistening with sweat. the stretch was intense. you felt so full, already, and he still had more to go.
"how much—" you gasped, "—how much more?"
"i'm barely halfway," he whispered, visibly shaking. "i-i'm so sorry—your body's so good—it's sucking me in—"
you clenched again, on purpose this time.
soobin groaned. his arms nearly gave out.
"don't do that—fuck—i'm g-gonna cum again—"
you grinned despite the pressure. "you really gonna breed me without even making it halfway in, soobin?"
"don't tease me—fuck—fuck—i want to—i think about it all the time—fucking you until you're leaking—watching it drip out—i c-can't help it—"
soobin pushed deeper.
you cried out — breath catching, toes curling — and clutched at his arms.
the fullness burned deep, but it felt so good. his cock was stretching you wide, hitting places fingers never could. your whole body was trembling now, slick and oversensitive, still recovering from the last orgasm and already chasing the next.
"you're almost there," he panted. "just a little more—i'll stay still, i promise—i'll let you adjust—please—just a little more—"
you nodded weakly. "gimme all of it. i can take it."
soobin groaned like you'd said the magic words.
he bottomed out, and you screamed.
your body went tight, so full of him you felt like you might break, but soobin held you through it, whispering soft 'i'm sorry, so sorry' into your neck, kissing your collarbone, his body trembling above yours.
"y-you're taking me so well—so well—fuck, you're amazing—"
you could feel his cock pulsing, twitching inside you.
fighting the urge to move.
"i—wanna fuck you so bad," he whispered, like a confession. "i—can't stop imagining it—i want you to feel me—i want you to c-come while i'm inside—"
you dug your nails into his back.
"do it."
he looked at you, wide-eyed.
you smiled through the stretch. "i want you to rut into me like the desperate little pervert you are."
soobin snapped.
he didn't even mean to move at first. it just happened, his hunger taking over. his hips drew back slowly, his cock dragging along your tight, soaked walls with devastating pressure — and then he thrust back in, too hard, too deep, and his mouth dropped open with a moan that sounded like it got punched out of his chest.
you screamed.
"f-fuck—soobin—!"
he froze. hands braced on either side of your head, eyes blown huge, panic cutting through the haze of pleasure.
"i-i'm sorry!" he gasped, voice cracking. "too much? did I hurt you?! i-i'm sorry—"
you were already gripping his arms, panting hard, your body trembling under him.
"don't stop—shit—do that again—"
he groaned, deep and wrecked, and did it again. slower this time. still deep, still overwhelming, but slower.
the stretch never really stopped, not with a cock like his, but your body started wanting it. your hole clenched around him on every slow drag, begging for more.
soobin was panting above you, hips jerking every time he bottomed out. "y-you're so tight—so fucking warm—i c-can't—i can't think—"
you were shaking, legs loosely wrapped around his waist, hands tangled against his back.
"you feel insane," you breathed. "so big—fuck—every time you move it feels like i'm splitting—"
soobin whimpered and leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your throat as if he needed to worship you while he moved inside you.
"i dreamed of this," he panted between kisses. "every night—y-you shaking on my cock—your voice in my head—moaning my name—t-telling me i ruined you—"
you clenched, moaning, and he gasped.
"don't—don't do that," he choked. "i—i'll cum—i'm so close—i can't—fuck, you're gonna make me—"
"then do it," you moaned, lips brushing his ear. "breed me, soobin."
his body shuddered before he began moving again.
soobin pulled his hips back and snapped forward again, harder this time, the slap of skin loud in the air. your whole body jolted, and you cried out. again. again.
soobin couldn't stop apologizing.
"i'm sorry—fuck—i can't stop—it's too good—i've never—fuck—i've never felt anything like this—"
Yyur back arched, hands clawing at his shoulders now.
"harder," you begged. "f-fuck me harder—please—"
he moaned like he was dying.
"y-you're insane—why are you letting me do this—why do you feel so good—"
he snapped his hips again, deeper, his cock hitting your sweet little spot perfectly now, and your voice broke mid-moan. your whole body went tense.
"you're gonna milk me dry," he choked. "i can't—fuck—i can't last—you're squeezing me—like your body wants my cum—"
you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, sweat dripping down your face non stop, your voice barely a whisper now.
"it d-does."
he snapped his hips again, harder and faster. every single thrust pushed the air out of your lungs, and your still untouched cock was already leaking again.
"s-soobin—g-gonna—"
he kissed you. a desperate, sloppy kiss. his tongue slid against yours like he was trying to drown in your mouth. his hips slammed into you again, and you gasped into the kiss, thighs twitching, voice wrecked.
he broke away just to moan.
then again to praise you.
"you're perfect—you're so good—you're taking me so well—fuck—your hole is so wet—so tight—it's like it was made only for me—"
your legs locked around him, and your body spasmed.
"i-i'm gonna—f-fuck—soobin—!"
you came again.
your cock pulsed, cum spurting up between your stomachs, untouched, ruined by nothing but his thrusts and his filthy mouth.
soobin completely lost it.
he sobbed out your name, hips jerking erratically as you clenched around him mid-orgasm. "i—i can't hold it—fuck—i'm gonna—"
he came again, too.
soobin's whole body froze, cock buried deep as his cum spilled inside you — thick, hot, and endless, pulsing over and over as it painted your insides. he was moaning, whimpering. his whole body trembled now as he emptied into you, head tucked into your neck, whispering broken things between his gasps.
"so good—fuck—so good—you feel so good—thank you—thank you—thank you—"
you could feel it, leaking already.
soobin was still inside you — still a little hard — his cock twitching deep where he'd just cum. his chest was rising and falling too fast, soaked in sweat, his hands braced on either side of your hips like he didn't know if he was about to collapse or just keep going.
he was panting into your neck, his voice small and shaky.
"c-can i... stay in?" he whispered, his cock pulsing once more. "please—please, i d-don't wanna pull out—"
you shivered under him, body buzzing from the aftershock of your orgasm and the sheer stretch still throbbing inside you.
"you're still hard?" you said, breathless. "soobin, you literally just came in me—"
"i know," he gasped, "i know i did, i'm sorry, b-but i can't stop thinking about how good it feels—how warm you are—how you're still squeezing me—"
you clenched around him again, just a little.
he whined, his whole body trembling, hips jerking like he couldn't control it.
"oh my god—fuck—please—please let me move again," he whispered desperately. "i—i'll go slow—so slow—just a little—i swear—"
you were still shaking, your legs twitching from the overstimulation, your hole aching — but the fullness was addicting : the heat, the pressure, the mess inside you.
"...okay, fine," you breathed, biting your lip. "but you better go slow."
soobin nodded fast — a little too fast — then pulled his hips back an inch before sliding in again with a soft, stuttering moan.
"fuck—oh my god—you're still so tight—i don't—i don't understand how you're still this tight even after i just came in you—"
you moaned.
his cock felt even bigger somehow now — more sensitive, more present — and every tiny rock of his hips sent hot, sharp pleasure zipping up your spine.
your legs locked around his waist again.
"keep—nngh—keep going—"
soobin groaned, hips moving in slow, shallow thrusts now — and even like this, it was almost too much. you could feel his cock twitch with every movement, oversensitive and soaked with both your cum and his, still leaking inside you.
"god—fuck—i c-can't—your body's driving me crazy—"
he started trembling again, almost crying.
and then—
"n-no—oh fuck—" he gasped.
you felt the stutter in his rhythm — then the heat, again.
soobin came inside you a second time.
his cock spasmed so hard it made your thighs jolt. you felt it flood you again — hot and heavy and so much — spilling out almost instantly around his base, dribbling onto the sheets beneath you.
and he cried out — a broken, raw sound, a wrecked moan pressed into your collarbone.
soobin couldn't stop shaking.
you wrapped your arms around him as he slumped forward, burying his face against your neck, his hips still twitching with tiny aftershocks. he was still inside you. his whole body trembled like you'd drained every single drop of strength out of him.
"y-you're still warm," he whispered against your skin, voice hoarse. "you're so warm. i can't—i can't pull out—please let me just—just stay like this—"
you let your fingers trail up his spine, still pulsing from the stretch and the mess inside you, both your bodies slick and stuck together. you were overstimulated, shaking too — your cock soft but twitching every time he moved even a fraction.
"...you're such a pervert," you murmured.
soobin moaned against your neck.
"i—i am," he whispered. "i'm disgusting—i wanna stay buried in you forever—i wanna keep feeling you squeeze me, even if it hurts—"
you clenched again, more out of reflex than control, and he whimpered, shaking all over again.
"oh f-fuck—i'm gonna lose my fucking mind—please let me cockwarm you—please—"
"you're already in me, soobin."
"yeah, i k-know—but just a little longer—please—i'll stay still—i swear—"
he kissed your neck, your shoulder, your chest again. his lips were so soft now. desperate, slow, and so thankful.
"you did so good," he whispered. "took me so good—felt so good—"
soobin was still panting, still leaking a little inside you, the warmth thick between your legs. the room was hot with sweat, breath and sex, the sheets soaked and sticky beneath you.
but neither of you moved.
he stayed buried inside, slowly calming, trembling, lips pressed to your skin, murmuring between soft breaths.
"so good... s-so perfect... f-feels like a dream..."
you let your eyes fall shut, chest rising and falling in a slow, uneven rhythm as the aftershocks began to fade. your body was wrecked — spent in every sense of the word — but soobin's weight on top of you, his cock still twitching inside you, kept you anchored.
the stretch still throbbed faintly, but it had eased from sharp and overwhelming to a warm, deep ache settled low in your belly ; every tiny twitch of his hips sent another subtle ripple through you, not painful, not quite overwhelming, just... there
soobin finally lifted his head, slowly blinking down at you like he was waking up from something — dazed, foggy, still so far gone.
"are you—" his voice cracked. he swallowed, then tried again. "a-are you okay?"
you blinked up at him through heavy lashes, lips parting to breathe.
he looked destroyed — sweat clinging to his temples, lips kiss-swollen, glasses crooked, still trembling like his body couldn't quite regulate. but the look in his eyes was the real kicker ; wide, soft, panicked. desperate to know he hadn't gone too far. that you were really still here.
"y-you're not hurt, right?" he asked again, voice low and shaky. "d-did i... was i too rough? i came so hard, i didn't mean to move so much, i t-tried to stop—"
you exhaled a slow breath and let your fingers trail weakly up his arm. "i'm okay, soobin."
"but—your body was shaking, and—and you sounded like—like—" he winced. "you were clenching so tight—like your whole body was... i dunno—overheating—"
you cracked a tired, teasing smile.
"yeah, no shit. you're built like a fucking freight train, soobin, and you've got the stamina of a pornstar. what do you expect?"
soobin flushed bright red, his cock twitching again inside you like it liked the compliment.
his hands twitched where they were planted beside your head. he looked like he wanted to crawl under the bed and completely disappear.
"y-you really think so?" he mumbled. "i m-mean, the stamina part...?"
you huffed a breathy laugh and let your hand slide to the back of his neck, pulling him down just enough to press your forehead to his.
"you came in me twice," you whispered. "still a bit hard. still inside me. pretty sure that counts."
soobin shyly whimpered.
you felt the tremor in his hips — the helpless twitch of his cock, still thick and so hot inside you. and even though your body was aching and used, the feeling still made your skin tingle.
"i didn't mean to," he whispered. "i just—you kept clenching, and your voice—fuck—you sounded like i was killing you, but you liked it, and—and i swear i tried to hold back, but then—you told me to breed you and i—"
"you didn't hurt me," you interrupted softly, brushing his soft damp hair back. "you made me come four times, soobin. you did more than good."
he shivered under the praise, practically melted.
"...okay," he breathed, voice small.
then, slowly and reluctantly, he pulled out. you winced — not from pain, but from the sheer mess.
soobin froze as soon as he saw it.
"oh my god," he whispered, staring between your legs like he'd just committed a war crime. "i did that?!"
his cum spilled out in thick, warm dribbles, sliding down your thighs and pooling between your cheeks. there was so much — you could feel it leaking down your skin, sticky and wet and hot — and soobin looked like he was about to completely freak out.
"i-i'm so sorry—fuck—i'll clean it—let me—"
he scrambled off the bed so fast his knees buckled, and you almost laughed at the scene — but then he was already back, fumbling with tissues and a warm cloth like his life depended on it.
his hands were so gentle. his fingers shook as he dabbed between your thighs, wiping carefully around your hole without pressing too hard. he kept glancing up at your face, like he was checking for flinches, for signs of pain, for anything that might mean he'd pushed you too far.
"you're so good to me," you murmured softly, lips curling. "nerd."
soobin looked like he might combust.
"y-you're literally—i just—" his voice cracked as he stared at the mess he'd made, the way your body still twitched slightly from the overstimulation.
you let your head fall back into the pillows, sighing. "you still dazed, soobin?"
he nodded slowly, gently wiping your stomach with soft, careful strokes.
"i feel like... i just left my body. like i'm still floating."
you chuckled weakly. pretty sure your soul tried to leave through your dick."
soobin flushed a deep red but didn't argue, his eyes drifting lower ; to your chest, your stomach, your thighs, his gaze heavy and reverent.
"you're unreal," he murmured to himself. "so hot... so soft... y-your moans are still in my head, and i—fuck—"
you caught the way his cock twitched — still leaking, already hardening again.
you raised a brow. "soobin."
he flinched like you caught him stealing cookies.
"i—i'm sorry! i just—y-you're naked—and ruined—and i cleaned you but you're still—fuck, i'm not normal—"
you hummed. "no, you're not. you're a pervert."
he made the smallest, weakest sound in his throat and sat back on his heels, trying to hide his still-aching cock with both hands.
"i'll stop, i swear—i'll be good—i'll make you food or something—" he was blinking fast, full of frantic energy and flushed skin, still catching his breath.
but then he looked at you again.
your naked body, still glistening with sweat, your legs slightly open, your chest rising slowly. the soft glow of post-sex exhaustion making you look unreal.
and soobin broke again.
"...c-can we do it again?" he whispered, eyes wide and pleading. "please?"
you blinked slowly.
"...again?"
his cock twitched, and he whimpered as if he was on the verge of tears.
"i—i swear i'll go even slower this time—really slow—i wanna taste you again, too—f-fuck—i'm still so hard—i'll do anything—i just—just wanna feel you again. please..."
you stared at him — soobin looked like he'd never been more serious in his life, yet somehow still seemed like he might pass out whether you said yes or no.
"...you're really crazy."