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It had all blurred in-between, from your friends staring at a bunch of cute guys at the nightclub you frequented weekends after college, to inviting them over to your table, them joking around and drunkenly flirting.
Through all of it, you sank into the background of the flashing lights, a whirlpool of thoughts clouding your mood, so much for coming so the drinks would help you wind down. Your mind ran in circles from school projects, to food, to which of them you should sacrifice for the sake of the other, endlessly looping in your mind.
That was until you were left alone with one of the guys as the rest went to the dance floor; the guy who happened to be your classmate, and who your friends were suddenly attempting to set you up with despite the silent protests written on your face.
Sure, Soobin was cute. And that was it, you didn't really know him nor cared to, not right now.
But perhaps the drinks had the both of you let loose, maybe too much so, because he was way more unfiltered –he probably had been for a while but you'd been too out of it to focus on anyone– than you'd ever expected from his grounded attitude in classes.
The week had made it hard, if not impossible, for you to smile. Here you were, still, laughing your ass off at this man’s crazy ramblings awkward small talk had somehow led to.
He yapped about how he’d almost burnt down his project partner’s kitchen trying to cook an omelette while on a break (later going on about his doomed love for cooking), then about a stupid conversation he’d had earlier with his friend Beomgyu on “whether threesomes caused twins if two sperms from both guys made it in somehow”, all said with a pretty smile showing his pretty dimples, thus you couldn’t help but turn a blind eye to, or even be amused by, his outlandish words.
Throughout, faint knee brushes turned into hand touches and stares between laughter. They later ended up with him, bit more than tipsy, huge hands wrapped around your thigh, so small in his hold… soft, innocent grazes that quickly became tight squeezes, whilst the conversation drifted to nonsense, innuendos and knowing looks.
You lost track of your surroundings, of time, the only thing on your mind was how plump his lips looked, how drunk on his voice you were, how your cheeks were all warm from him alone. At some point, he straight up slurred out:
“Hey, y’know, probably not just me but, this whole thing's just getting me horny…” he even dared laugh stupidly as he said it.
Without stopping to think, you fessed up how you were in the same predicament, hopelessly worked up from his touches that lingered.
“Wanna head to my dorm? I'll take care of that.”
You even found yourself eager to accept. “Bet.” Soobin’s eyes lit up endearingly.
The moment you stepped inside, he was all over you. He grabbed your hand from behind to then flip you around, pressing you hard against the front door. Hungry eyes admired the sight as he towered from above, lest he imagined how much better you’d look ruined underneath him.
crashing his lips on yours, like it was the obvious thing to do, he caressed the back of your neck while his thumb lifted your jaw, wanting to press you closer to him.
Like a man starved, he sloppily sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, teeth grazing against it. You tried matching his pace, overridden by his tongue pleading for entrance.
Your hands roamed to his button-up, set on giving him some action back, but he swiftly pushed away, pausing his assault on your lips to mutter “I can wait, let me make you feel good first.”
Fuck that was hot. You gave in with a simple nod before having him jump back in, this time with a slow, sensual pace, your tongues swirling around one another in unison as he unbuttoned your pants. He pulled away once more, earning you a small whine, when his fingers neared your lips instead.
“Open wide for me, will you? Gotta stretch you properly.”
You obeyed, peeking your tongue out, lips slightly parted. His fingers slid in for you to leave drenched in drool. And god, were they big around your tongue, could only guess about elsewhere…
Pulling his hand from your lips, he trailed down your waistband, gracing past your panties, shivers sent through your skin. He reached your clit, rubbing it in circles before shoving himself right inside. “Didn’t even need all that nasty spit, you're dripping.” He whispered so nastily, was he even aware of what that did to you?
The intrusion of his digits had you digging your nails on his chest, a shaken moan coming out of you without your own permission. At that, Soobin’s lips rose up.
“Someone likes that.” he teased.
“They’re huge…”
“And you’ll take them, right?” Although phrased as a question, you weren’t sure it was one.
He pumped one, then two of his fingers at a rash, torturing pace, slowly bringing them out only to push them back in at once, observing all the right reactions he was sparking in you without his grin once faltering.
It was impossible for either of you to look away, consumed by the pull of each other. Soobin seemed to thrive on the fucked out expression all over your face, you were on cloud nine from how he manhandled you, so roughly but not without care, were you dreaming?
He leaned closer, a bulge pressed against your hips, hell, this man had more than just huge hands.
Shortly, he threw himself at your lips again, biting and kissing them before trailing below your jaw, pressing soft nibbles all the way down to your neck while keeping up with his relentless finger-fuck. You saw stars, your senses overwhelmed.
The knot building inside you was about to break from his big hands in your cunt alone, knees buckling from shockwaves of pleasure, when he pulled away once fucking more, leaving you aching for just about anything to fill the emptiness again.
“Hey!” You called out, confused and drunk and desperate.
“It pays off, I promise. let me get a condom first, c’mon.”
Guided to his bed, Soobin pulled out a condom from his nightstand. He unbuttoned his pants, his cock sprung from underneath his boxers, revealing the sinful size you’d already had a tease of. You should’ve prayed to the gods above, but instead felt yourself getting soaked worse, all sense thrown out of the window.
Soobin took off his shirt, skin shiny from sweat. It was getting too hot in there, excessively so. Your skin was on fire, the world spun, and you’d never been more turned on. You saw as he added lube to the condom, thank lord, no prep could get you to handle that beast from the get-go— not that you were against stretching out through force. It’d probably happen anyway with that size of his.
Soobin got you on your back on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs wide open underneath him. His tip pressed against your cunt, rubbing himself against it slowly until he ripped through your tight insides.
Thank he who tried to be patient despite his intoxicated look that clearly screamed he wanted to fuck you stupid until he had you sobbing and pleading both for mercy and for more. Weirdly heartwarming.
“Attagirl, look at that,” He pressed against your stomach once he was fully inside, you sensed how his cock and hands touched only thinly separated by your skin. His boner rose a remarkable bulge on your flat abs, to his amusement. “Cock's peeking right through. Agh, you're so fucking hot... so tiny, so perfect f'me.” A guttural groan slipped past him while he moved back out to ram himself right back in, each thrust forcing whimpers out of your throat.
His words gave you an ill kind of satisfaction. It was fucking hot he’d be huge enough to have his bulge show through, but it was also sickly validating. See, it wasn’t recurrent, you wished you always looked like that, but that was too far from reach, impossible to maintain while upkeeping studies. Yet at this particular moment you were starved sick, eating messy for some time now, how if not would you be so slim to get this moment now?
Your thoughts quickly faded into the background as Soobin’s pace quickened, pounding into your cunt forcefully, in desperation. Fuck he was big, stretch only soothed by the lube, length hitting your insides just right, just enough to drive you mad.
You took it, drowning in the pleasure as the slick sounds of juice and hard slaps of skin echoed through the room, this was what you needed, your reason teared, your mind overwhelmed by how good he hammered into you and how that was the only thing that fucking mattered in the world. He lifted your shirt up, burying his face on your tits, roughly pinching one nipple while his tongue swirled around the other, only spurring himself on further.
Amidst all could be heard his mutters, “So good… so fucking good for me…”, not caring whether his cock slipped out, he’d shove himself back in without forethought, he was out of his mind and god that did unspeakable things to you, how he took you like the last he’d ever have.
No wonder your cunt so easily clenched around him, vision fading to black as you cried out, high on his cock. Your juices dripping down didn't slow him down, desperate for his own release. What came with Soobin’s last thrust, aside from a groan of sweet bliss, however, was a sticky warmth filling you up unwarranted.
Some of Soobin’s cum had spilled on your poor abused cunt. It was burning, sinful, but worst of all, you realized it was fuzzily warm. Not bad at all.
“Shit, it broke. tell me you’re on the pill.” He breathed out, recollecting himself— unsuccessfully so.. Him sweaty, hair disheveled and gaze lost in your eyes, admiring the mess he’d made of you back, as he tried to steady his breath was certainly one to take in.
As for your answer. No. You certainly weren't on the pill. But, and it was a very fucking convenient but. The doctor had definitely told you you hadn't ovulated for a few months. The one time your suffering came in handy, you guess.
“Well, I kinda can't get pregnant?” You weakly answered, no elaboration. It made him instantly sink into your chest in relief, unquestioning, weighing you down from how loose he’d let himself on top of you. You caressed his hair, messing it further for funsies. “Hope you got no STIs.”
“Sorry—, haven’t checked. But… we’ve already screwed that up so I guess I'll have to.” He struggled not to stumble over his words, how drunk could he even be?
“Guess so.” With that, the room fell into silence for seconds that counted for hours. One-night stands really were always worse than awkward after, so you thought. Well, Soobin shoved that up his ass, casually asking:
“Hey. Then are you down for round two? raw? Since you’re already a bit dirtied up. Could stuff you properly if you want, you should've said you're infertile…”
Kinda crazy words to hear. But you couldn't deny letting your cunt be ravaged to the point it was dripping with seed was a newfound want. You couldn't care less about anything but how good and warm his cock was in you, how lewd it'd be to let him take you raw, how high it'd get you.
Blame the drinks afterward if you must for driving you insane. For that, and for saying “Sound good. Do your worst.”
He wordlessly manhandled you, flipping you around, getting you on all fours then lubing your cunt up with his fingers again so that you’d fit in easy.
As his hips crashed right into you, your arms gave up, his pillows smothering your face. Soobin was left with free rein over your body. Your muffled cries only had him grow harder inside, narrowing the space to move around, each thrust forced itself deeper into you.
Not enough,
he wanted more, he needed to feel your tightness swallow him whole.
And that he did, he grabbed you by the neck, humping you up so your back was to his chest.
Angling his cock to reach further places, your walls engulfed him whole, grip on your neck tightening him to add further force.
you were practically blacking out, could’ve fooled yourself, because damn was he railing you good.
“Taking me so well, bunny… I’ll fill you up…” his hand went to the bulge that surfaced every time he hit deep. “You want that, right? want my cum dripping down this greedy cunt of yours, huh?”
In ecstasy, you slurred yes over and over again, along nonsensical pleads loud enough all the school dorms could hear.
He bit the back of your neck, piercing your skin so hungrily it hurt. It all hurt so good.
The way he flicked his tongue sensually on the mark he’d carved into you.
The way his breath came in rushed and hot brushing on your neck.
The way his bare cock throbbed on you, the way he begged you to cum with him, the way he went still, burying loads of thick cum deep inside you, slowly dripping down your walls, tainting them white and warm so you'd feel filthy and stuffed and full of him,
how he refused to pull out, making sure to push what dripped down back inside…
It was too much.
You swore you could become addicted, if you weren't already. Soobin may have been as badly, cuddling you up on his bed once he finally decided your cunt had enough of his cum.
“Fuck, that was insane, you’re insane. you okay, need anything? I can keep going if you want.” he looked exhausted to say the least, but still worrying you felt pleased.
You were out for the night, though. Bones already sore, your heartbeat going past speed limits, you noticed now that the rush was passing, any more and he’d break you. Had he not already. The room flickered, lights going out and back on, darkness engulfing your sight, heartbeat thumping loudly on your ears, you weren't sure you were there any longer. And you were sure you at least refused him. But, now far away, you grasped Soobin’s voice, muttering something like:
“Hey… hey, are you alright? Went overboard? Shit, shit shit shit”
Then all turned black.
You woke up, blanket weighing down on you, sun already shining bright. Now your bones really seemed to have been shattered in pieces. You were at Soobin’s, who was nowhere to be seen. Right on time, he walked in from the front door, packs of snacks and a latte in a plastic cup from the cafeteria in his hold.
“Woah. You’re awake. Here, have these.” He offered you the snacks, leaving the coffee besides you in his nightstand.
“You went out of your way for these? What for?”
“Duh, you fainted, I thought maybe some food would help. You didn’t eat anything yesterday night either, y’know. I notice that stuff.”
“Ehh, right. Sorry I scared you.” You looked away, not wanting to think what concerns that must’ve risen.
“No, but really,I spam-called Beomgyu all panicky, not knowing if I should get you somewhere. You woke up like a minute after and told me to let you sleep so that was that... basically I got so worried can I ask what it was about? No chance you drank enough to black out, that’s not it.”
“Nothing serious, probably had my energy spent is all. Been running low on it for a while.” You rushed to avoid the topic, like of the plague you were speaking.
He sensed this, muscles relaxing to show he wouldn’t press much. “Oh, well, it’s true you looked kinda sick… make sure to take care of yourself though. You shouldn’t be letting that happen to your body. I'm here if anything's up.” Perhaps it was the way he phrased it, that struck you a bit. That sick satisfaction of being seen came back, while at the same time his genuine concern made your heart heavy.
“Yeah, probably should.” It wasn’t as simple to you. For now, you did gladly accept what he brought. “At least it made for a nice fuck, didn’t it?” you joked around, really trying hard to make the conversation stray away from there or at least make light of what was going on truly. By bringing up the whole bulge thing, really, were you stupid?
“I mean, it was hot it’d show through, but if I stop to think about it, it was because you hadn’t eaten anything, wasn’t it? You’d have made a nice fuck regardless, no need to put yourself through stuff. Ah, not that I think you did it for that. Just a thought.”
His ramblings somehow had a way to soothe you, they weren’t forceful like everyone who ever found out you had a disorder and felt the need to fix or say shit unprompted. They were just considerate of you, much more than you were to yourself. You’d maybe have some thinking to do.
Pulling yourself together, at least enough to walk down the dorm hallways without looking like a wrecked mess, he saw you off at the doorstep.
“Had fun?”
You hummed, a soft press of your lips grazing your features, Soobin giving one of the same kind back.
“If you need any help whenever, I’m here.”
“In what sense do you mean that?” you scoffed, was he being thoughtful or just horny?
“Can mean many things. Whichever strikes your fancy.” Leaning on the door frame, he teased. You’d come across a fortune.
“Got it, I’ll see you then.” You waved, leaving Soobin, sure you’d see him outside of classes again.