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The night had been… intense.
Four men. One body. Hours of being used, praised, stuffed.
By the end, Eunho was a breathless mess—limp, babbling, so full he could feel it with every tiny shift.
Now it was past 3AM.
The room was dark. Quiet.
Yejun’s arm was draped over his waist, Noah’s head on his shoulder, Hamin curled behind him, Bamby snoring softly by his side.
They were asleep… right?
Eunho carefully wriggled free—wincing at how sore he felt.
Between his thighs, it was still hot. Wet.
Too wet.
He tiptoed out of bed, stark naked, legs slightly shaky, and padded his way to the bathroom.
⸻
He turned on the light, blinked into the mirror.
His neck was covered in kisses.
His thighs? Red from handprints.
And between his legs?
A slow, creamy trail.
Still leaking.
He groaned softly, stepping into the shower.
But when he was done—towel in hand, head low, body still tingling—he bent down to pick up his dropped robe…
And that’s when it happened.
Squelch.
A thick stream slid out of him—dripping down the inside of both thighs, warm and shameless.
“Shit,” Eunho whispered, standing straight—just as the bathroom door opened.
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Four shadows stood in the doorway.
Yejun leaned against the frame, arms crossed.
“Trying to clean up all that baby batter without us?”
Noah smirked, eyes lazily trailing down.
“Did it all just fall out when you bent over?”
Bamby walked in, tilting Eunho’s chin up.
“You really thought we were asleep?”
Eunho’s face flushed crimson.
“I—I didn’t want to wake you…”
“I was just—”
Hamin stepped forward, thumb swiping a droplet off his thigh and pushing it back inside with a thick, slow press.
“You were trying to waste it,” he said lowly. “Unacceptable.”
⸻
They circled him.
Like wolves scenting their mate.
Naked. Vulnerable. Legs wet. Skin flushed.
“Look at this mess,” Yejun murmured, tapping Eunho’s inner thigh.
“Still leaking. We bred you good, huh?”
Noah dropped to his knees in front of him.
“Should I clean it up?” he asked, hot breath brushing Eunho’s core.
“Or stuff it in deeper so you keep it?”
Eunho’s knees buckled.
Bamby caught him from behind.
“Maybe we should just go again,” he whispered into Eunho’s ear. “Since you’re already wide open.”
Hamin’s voice was calm, but firm.
“Turn around. Bend over the sink. Let’s refill you before morning.”
Eunho whimpered—eyes glassy, body already trembling again.
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Next scene fades to black, but you already KNOW:
They didn’t let him clean up.
They made him messier.
And when he woke up hours later?
Still dripping.
And this time?
He didn’t bother sneaking away.
.
.
It started as a lazy, afterglow morning.
Eunho lay across the bed—naked, drowsy, still flushed from the night before. His legs were parted slightly, one arm draped over his eyes, soft little breaths falling from his lips.
And between his thighs?
A slow leak.
Warm. Sticky. White.
Last night’s mess dripping out of him, the sheets already damp with it.
Noah sat on the edge of the bed, watching.
Watching that perfect hole twitch. Watching his claim slowly, wastefully spill out.
And then he whispered:
“You’re dripping again, baby. That’s no good.”
Eunho cracked one sleepy eye open. “It’s okay… it’s too much anyway…”
But Noah’s jaw clenched.
“There’s no such thing as too much.”
He slid down the bed. Fingers slipping between Eunho’s thighs.
Scooping it all up—every drop that escaped him.
Warm. Slick. Heavy.
All of it.
Then—Eunho gasped.
Noah grabbed his hips, lifted them slightly, and shoved his fingers in. Hard. Deep.
“Ah—NOAH!!”
“You think you can waste our cum like this?” Noah’s voice was low, rough, trembling with something darker.
“I worked hard to fill you last night… and now you’re just letting it drip out like it’s nothing?”
Eunho’s mouth dropped open as three fingers pushed back in—forcing the mix of all four loads deep into his sore, already-used hole.
“I’m just helping,” Noah murmured, pressing a palm flat over his entrance, rubbing in slow circles to spread it.
“Helping you keep it. Helping it sink in.”
Eunho whimpered, thighs trembling.
And Noah wasn’t done.
He grabbed a pillow, shoved it under Eunho’s hips to tilt him up.
Took a soft cloth and wiped his fingers clean… on Eunho’s inner thighs. Marking him. Smearing it.
Then?
He spread Eunho wider—and spit.
Right on the mess.
Mixed it with the leaking cum, then pushed it back inside with the heel of his palm.
“Fun, right?” Noah whispered, pressing down on Eunho’s lower belly, smirking.
“Let’s see if I can make it reach your womb.”
⸻
Eunho was crying now. From overstimulation. From shame. From how badly he loved it.
“You’re mine,” Noah hissed. “Mine to breed. Mine to stuff. Mine to clean up.”
And Eunho?
He whispered, ruined and shaking:
“More.”
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Next scene: the rest of the members walk in.
See Noah elbow-deep in Eunho, still filling him.
Yejun: “You started without us?”
Bamby: “That’s fine. We’ll just use him after you.”
Hamin: “Flip him over. I’m going raw.”
.
.
It started with a dare.
They’d been teasing him all night—licking, kissing, whispering about how loose he was getting, how needy and wet he was for them before they’d even touched him.
Eunho, already flushed and trembling, curled in the center of the bed, whispered with that breathy voice of his:
“You think I can take all of you at once…?”
Five sets of eyes locked on him.
Challenge accepted.
⸻
They stripped him slowly.
Piece by piece, until he was bare and twitching—hips shifting on the sheets, thighs parted like a flower begging to be plucked.
Bamby came first, slipping two fingers in easily.
“Well damn,” he smirked, “you’re already open. Like your body knows what we’re about to do.”
Noah came next. Then Yejun. Then Hamin. Then finally, silent, steady Yejun.
Each of them pressing two fingers inside, slow and deep—one by one.
Eunho was squirming now, moaning, body jerking.
Eight fingers. Ten. Twelve. Fifteen.
By the time Noah added his third, Eunho was crying.
“I can’t—I’m gonna burst—”
But they didn’t stop.
Didn’t want to stop.
They whispered, kissed his thighs, rubbed his belly, worshipped him with breathless praise—
“You’re doing so good.”
“Look at you. Stuffed like our pretty little toy.”
“Breathe, baby, just a little more.”
⸻
Twenty fingers.
All five of them had both hands inside him—gently, rhythmically, curling, spreading.
Stretching. Claiming. Owning.
Eunho couldn’t even form words.
Just soft, broken moans—hips twitching, back arching, tears running down his cheeks from pure, euphoric overwhelm.
They watched his hole flutter. Spasm. Milk around their fingers.
His stomach bulged slightly from the pressure.
They all saw it.
They all lost it.
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Yejun whispered, “You’re not a cumdump anymore. You’re our womb.”
Bamby leaned down, kissed Eunho’s soaked lips.
“Ready to take it raw after this? We’ll fuck you one by one. While you’re still stretched.”
Noah: “One finger from me made you whimper. But twenty? You’re crying like you love it.”
Hamin said nothing. He just watched. Eyes dark. Breathing heavy.
Then slowly, he pulled his fingers out, leaned down, and licked the mess right off Eunho’s twitching entrance.
Eunho screamed.
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And then came the main course.
They flipped him over. Still ruined. Still dripping.
Yejun entered first—slow and relentless.
Then Bamby.
Then Noah.
Then Hamin.
No recovery. No escape. No mercy.
And when they were all done, lying around him, stroking his overstimulated body—
Eunho whispered, shaking, hoarse:
“I… I still want more…”
And they smiled.
Because the night was far from over.
.
.
The night had been relentless.
Each member took their turn—again. And again. And again.
By the time they were done, Eunho couldn’t speak—just a trembling, gasping mess lying limp in the center of the bed.
His legs wouldn’t close.
His body twitched with every breath.
And between his thighs?
It poured.
Thick. White. Hot.
Load after load, spilling down his thighs, soaking the sheets, pooling beneath his lower back.
Noah was the first to notice.
“…We overfilled him,” he whispered.
Yejun touched Eunho’s belly—soft, distended, glowing.
“He’s leaking everything… it’s going to waste.”
And Bamby, ever the feral one, growled:
“Then we push it back in.”
⸻
They surrounded him.
Eunho blinked through watery eyes, lips swollen, chest heaving.
“Wha… what’re you doing…?”
Hamin lifted his legs.
Yejun got behind him.
Noah cupped his cheek.
Bamby slid between his thighs with both hands coated in the mess dripping from him.
“Plug you up,” Bamby whispered. “You wanted to get pregnant, didn’t you?”
And then—
Four sets of hands.
They scooped it up from the sheets. Off his skin. From deep between his thighs.
Every drop they poured back inside him.
Fingers plunged in.
Thumbs pressing. Palms stroking his belly as they stuffed him full again.
Eunho screamed—softly, brokenly, overstimulated beyond reason.
“It’s too much—! I can’t—please—!”
But Yejun just kissed his ear.
“Shh. You can. You’re strong, remember? You’re our mommy.”
Then someone—Noah—slipped in his fingers just right.
Curved them up.
Pressed.
“Right there.”
“That’s his womb.”
⸻
Eunho convulsed.
His whole body arched.
Eyes rolled back.
A guttural moan tore from his lips—one long, helpless cry that cracked mid-breath—
And then he fainted.
Body limp.
Legs still shaking.
Hands twitching.
Belly full. Womb touched.
⸻
The room was dead silent.
Bamby: “…Did we break him?”
Hamin pressed his fingers to Eunho’s pulse. “He’s okay. Just… overwhelmed.”
Noah leaned down, whispering against Eunho’s ear:
“That’s the deepest we’ve ever gone.”
Yejun traced gentle circles over his belly.
“If this doesn’t get him pregnant… nothing will.”
⸻
He woke up an hour later
Still stuffed.
Still leaking.
And all five of them watching over him, whispering:
“Next time, we’ll go even deeper.”
.
.
It was early morning.
Sunlight barely creeping into the dorm.
And Eunho was standing at the sink—shirtless, sore, hair messy, quietly brushing his teeth with sleepy eyes and swollen lips.
He shifted on his feet.
Felt it again.
The slow, warm drip.
He glanced down.
Still leaking.
His thighs were sticky.
His entrance still puffy, loose, twitching—slowly releasing the mess from the night before.
And the more he shifted, the faster it came.
Plip. Plip. Drip.
He spat out his toothpaste.
Sighed.
And didn’t even flinch when he felt the cum sliding all the way down to his calves.
⸻
Behind him, footsteps.
Yejun entered first. Then Bamby. Then Noah. Then Hamin.
All of them groggy. All of them still shirtless.
All of them stopping dead in their tracks when they saw it.
Eunho.
Naked from the waist down.
Bent slightly over the sink.
Cum pouring out of him.
So much that it was dripping into a slow, indecent little puddle on the bathroom tiles.
Yejun: “…Holy shit.”
Bamby: “…Did we really fill him that much?”
Noah crouched next to the puddle, blinking like he was hypnotized.
“This is from last night?”
Eunho didn’t even turn around.
He spit again, rinsed his mouth, and muttered,
“I gave up trying to clean it.”
⸻
The silence broke.
Yejun walked over first.
Gripped Eunho’s hips. Thumbs spreading his ass open to watch it leak in real time.
“You poor thing,” he murmured, “your body really doesn’t want to let go of us.”
Noah ran a hand up the inside of his thigh, catching a trail on his fingers.
He brought it to his lips. Tasted it.
“Still warm,” he whispered. “Still thick. We must’ve ruined you.”
Bamby grabbed a towel—then dropped it.
“…No,” he muttered. “I like it messy.”
⸻
Hamin knelt behind Eunho.
Pressed two fingers gently against the swollen rim.
More spilled out.
More dripped.
Eunho shivered.
“Why even clean it,” Hamin said softly, “when we’re just gonna stuff you again tonight?”
Eunho finally turned his head, lips parted, pupils blown.
“…Then why wait ‘til tonight?”
⸻
Final scene:
They didn’t bother dragging him back to the bed.
They just bent him over the bathroom sink, right there—
refilling him while the floor was still wet.
Eunho cried through every thrust.
Whimpering, drooling, moaning how tired he was—but clenching down like his body wanted more.
By the time they finished?
The puddle was twice as big.
And no one dared clean it.
.
.
They came home sore, satisfied, and still high on the rush of their last round—
but Eunho was limping.
Literally.
Barely able to walk.
Legs trembling, stomach bloated, lower body still dripping with slow, heavy release.
“Shower time,” Yejun said, kissing his temple.
“We’ll help you.”
⸻
The five of them crowded into the large dorm bathroom.
Steam curled around their bodies.
Eunho stood in the middle—leaning against Noah, flushed, breathless.
He tried to soap himself up…
And then a thick drop slid down his leg. Then another.
Hamin noticed first.
“Still?”
Eunho whimpered.
“I don’t think it’s ever going to stop.”
⸻
Then the water turned warm.
They washed his hair.
Scrubbed his back.
Hands lingering too long.
Fingers gliding between his cheeks.
Then…
A squeeze. A press. A stretch.
Yejun slipped two fingers inside.
“Still so full.”
Then Bamby added one.
Then Noah.
Then Hamin.
Four sets of fingers.
Stretching. Curling.
Worshipping.
Eunho dropped to his knees.
Water running over his back.
Hands grabbing at anything, head falling forward.
“T-too much… it’s coming out again—”
⸻
And then—
they spread him open.
All four of them.
Gripping his hips. Spreading his sore, twitching hole wide—
And suddenly?
It burst.
A warm, thick, endless WAVE of milky white spilled out.
Sloshed onto the floor.
Mixed with the water.
Flooded down the drain so fast it couldn’t keep up.
A waterfall of cum.
The sound alone was indecent.
Like someone turned on a faucet of filth.
⸻
Eunho collapsed on the tiles.
Body limp.
Hole still twitching open.
Eyes glazed.
Cheeks wet with water and tears.
He looked destroyed.
Beautifully destroyed.
Noah crouched next to him, whispering,
“You were holding all that in? You poor thing.”
Bamby rubbed his tummy, now flat again.
Yejun kissed his shoulder.
Hamin slipped two fingers back in.
Still loose. Still warm. Still dripping.
⸻
And Eunho?
He didn’t even flinch.
Just whispered, slurred and dreamy:
“It felt good… being that full… do it again?”
They stared.
And then—smiled.
Because the night wasn’t over.
Not when they knew he could take even more.
.
.
After the waterfall of cum on the bathroom floor, after the shaking, after the collapse—
they’d carried Eunho to bed.
Tucked him in.
Kissed his bloated belly.
Told him to rest.
But Eunho couldn’t sleep.
His skin felt tight. His stomach heavy again.
And he couldn’t shake the feeling—
There was more.
So he slipped out quietly.
Stepped back into the shower.
Let the water hit him again.
⸻
That’s when it started.
At first? A small drip.
Then another.
Then a warm gush between his legs.
“Hah—” he gasped, bracing the wall.
His knees wobbled. His body shook.
Then it hit.
A full stream.
Hot. Milky. Endless. Pouring from inside him like a broken dam.
“A-AHH—! GUYS!!”
His scream echoed through the dorm.
“IT’S NOT STOPPING—!!”
⸻
The door slammed open.
Yejun: “EUNHO?!”
Noah, eyes wide: “Holy shit—”
Bamby: “Oh my god—”
Hamin froze in the doorway.
Because the sight?
Eunho, naked under the water, doubled over, arms shaking—
cum streaming down his thighs in thick, hot waves.
His entrance wide open. Pulsing.
The floor covered. The water turning cloudy.
And still, it wouldn’t stop.
“PLEASE—MAKE IT STOP—”
Eunho sobbed, voice cracking. “I-I’m so full, I can’t—I can’t hold it—”
He collapsed to his knees.
Cum still flowing.
⸻
They rushed in.
Yejun dropped beside him, cupping his face.
“I’ve got you, baby, breathe—”
Noah wrapped arms around his waist from behind, holding him up.
Hamin pressed a hand to his belly—still full. Still tight.
Bamby dropped lower, fingers reaching—
“He’s convulsing. He’s trying to push it all out, even now.”
Noah whispered, horrified and obsessed:
“We broke him.”
Eunho shook violently.
“I don’t wanna waste it—” he cried, tears mixing with shower spray.
“Plug me again, please, please—”
⸻
But there was no point.
His body refused to let it go to waste.
It was trying—desperately—to pull it in.
To keep it.
To get pregnant.
And the only way to stop the overflow…
Was to stuff him again.
⸻
“Don’t worry,” Hamin said darkly, already hard.
“We’ll fill the space again.”
Yejun: “We’ll breed you until you stop leaking.”
Noah: “Or until you’re carrying. Finally.”
Bamby: already stroking himself “We’ll flood you so deep your womb won’t be empty ever again.”
And as Eunho lay on the floor, crying, trembling, legs open, still leaking between sobs—
he whispered:
“Yes… please… get me pregnant already… I can’t take being empty anymore.”
.
.
It was supposed to be a simple outing.
Nothing risky.
Just a quick stop at a café after practice.
Eunho wore tight black shorts.
A soft hoodie. A calm smile.
But what no one knew?
There was a thick, silicone plug buried deep inside him.
Because the night before?
The members had gone insane—breeding him so full he could barely walk.
And even after cleaning up, he wouldn’t stop leaking.
So the plug went in.
Snug. Thick. Supposed to hold everything.
But the second he stood up from the café booth?
He felt it twitch.
⸻
He barely made it to the public bathroom.
Yejun followed. Then Hamin. Then Bamby and Noah, squeezing into the single cramped stall with him, hands gripping his waist to keep him steady.
Eunho was panting.
“It’s slipping,” he whispered. “It’s too full—I can’t—I can’t—”
Bamby reached between his thighs, pressing the base of the plug.
“It’s pushing out, baby—your hole’s trying to spit it.”
Yejun whispered, “Not here. We need to get him somewhere safe.”
⸻
Five minutes later
They were in a private toilet down the street—hidden in a back hallway of a karaoke building.
Eunho was trembling.
“Take it out,” he begged. “Please—I can’t hold it anymore—”
The boys looked at each other.
Noah held his hand. Hamin rubbed his belly.
And then Yejun nodded.
“Okay. Ready?”
Eunho nodded, bracing the wall, ass lifted slightly—shorts pulled down.
Bamby took hold of the base and slowly, pulled.
⸻
What came out…
Was not normal.
The second the plug slipped free, Eunho screamed—
a raw, high-pitched cry as a MASSIVE wave of thick, hot cum exploded out of him.
Splat. Slosh. Splash.
It hit the floor. The walls. Their shoes.
It just kept going.
Noah: “WHAT THE—”
Yejun: “HOLY SHIT—”
Hamin: staring at Eunho’s convulsing thighs, completely hypnotized
Bamby: “This is—insane…”
⸻
Eunho collapsed to his knees, hands braced on the tile, tears spilling.
“I tried to keep it in,” he sobbed. “I really did—but there was just so much—”
His hole was still open.
Still twitching.
Still dripping.
The pool beneath him was obscene.
No one moved.
Until Yejun whispered:
“He needs more.”
⸻
And just like that—
They locked the door.
Turned him onto his back.
And bred him again.
One by one.
Hot. Heavy. Raw.
This time, they didn’t care if it leaked.
They were going to keep filling him…
Until his body stopped trying to push it out.
.
.
Eunho was left alone in the dorm.
Just for a few hours.
The members made him promise to stay in bed, stay plugged, and rest that pretty little belly.
And he tried.
He really did.
He curled up under the blankets, naked, the thick plug still snug and holding in more than anyone had a right to keep inside them.
His hand rested over his belly. His breathing slowed.
And eventually… he fell asleep.
⸻
A few hours later—
The door opened.
Yejun stepped in first, smiling softly.
“He’s probably still sleeping…”
Bamby followed. Then Noah and Hamin.
But as they reached the bedroom—
They smelled it.
A soft, musky sweetness in the air.
Thick. Warm. Sharp.
Noah whispered, “Wait… is that—?”
Yejun yanked the blanket back.
⸻
And there he was.
Eunho, lying on his back, legs slightly parted, face flushed from sleep, breath shallow.
Plug missing.
And beneath him?
A massive puddle.
Slick. White. Still warm.
Dripping down his thighs, onto the sheets, soaking the mattress.
His entrance was gaping.
Twitching.
Still leaking.
As if his body couldn’t stop trying to expel everything they’d poured into him.
Bamby: “The plug popped in his sleep—”
Hamin: “That’s not normal. That’s… too much.”
Noah ran a hand gently over Eunho’s now slightly bloated stomach.
“Guys,” he said quietly. “We need to take him to a doctor.”
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CUT TO: THE CLINIC.
They wrapped Eunho up in soft sweats.
He could barely walk.
Still leaking.
The front desk nurse blinked when she saw five frantic men carrying a blushing, trembling boy who couldn’t keep his legs closed.
They got him into a private room.
The doctor came in, checked his chart—then lifted the sheet—
And froze.
“…Holy hell.”
⸻
“What exactly… happened?” the doctor asked carefully, staring at the slick mess between Eunho’s legs, the still-spasming hole, the swollen belly.
Yejun coughed. “We, uh… we’ve been trying to get him pregnant.”
Bamby: “Every night.”
Hamin: “Sometimes twice.”
Noah: “Okay, sometimes five times.”
Eunho whined softly, “I tried to hold it in…”
The doctor just blinked. Then leaned in.
“There’s so much still inside. Your body’s trying to absorb it—but it’s overwhelmed.”
“Is he okay?” Yejun asked, gripping Eunho’s hand.
“…I honestly don’t know how he’s okay,” the doctor muttered. “This volume should not be physically possible.”
⸻
He left the room to go “consult.”
But the second the door closed, Noah turned to Eunho, staring at his trembling belly.
“…I want to do it again.”
Yejun: “We’re not even home.”
Bamby: “So?”
Eunho—despite being sore, stretched, and ruined—just whispered, with a lazy, needy smile:
“Please… one more time…”
.
.
The clinic room was quiet.
Eunho lay on the bed, hospital gown loose, cheeks flushed, belly gently rising and falling.
His legs trembled. His eyes were dazed.
He was still wet. Still leaking.
And the boys?
They were pacing. Tense. Hard.
Noah was the first to break.
“I can’t take it,” he growled. “He’s lying there like that—plugless, dripping—and we’re just watching him?”
Yejun: “This bed has stirrups.”
Bamby: “That’s not a bed. That’s a breeding table.”
Hamin: “He asked for one more round.”
Noah: already unzipping “Then let’s give it to him.”
⸻
They surrounded him.
Eunho blinked up at them, helpless, cheeks red, gown already bunched around his waist.
“Wait… here?”
“Right here,” Yejun murmured, gently pulling his thighs apart.
“This is where it counts,” Bamby grinned.
“We’re gonna make sure it sticks.”
⸻
Noah went first.
Gently pressing in.
The slick sounds obscene in the quiet clinic.
He buried himself all the way—moaning as Eunho’s loose, spasming walls sucked him in like he belonged there.
“He’s still wet from the last round…”
“Good,” Noah growled. “That means we’re not done yet.”
He thrusted deep. Hard. Focused.
Pushing in with the full weight of intent.
Breeding, not just fucking.
⸻
Then Bamby took over.
Rough. Fast. Insistent.
“Let’s get him dripping again,” he hissed, holding Eunho’s legs back, slamming in over and over.
Eunho was crying. Moaning.
Loving it.
Then Yejun.
Then Hamin.
Each of them, focused on the same goal:
“Make it count. Make it take. Get him pregnant.”
⸻
And then—just as Yejun finished—
The door opened.
The doctor stood there.
Frozen.
Eyes wide.
The room stilled.
Noah froze mid-thrust.
Eunho gasped, cum dripping down his thighs again.
The doctor blinked.
Paused.
Then said, calmly:
“…If you really want this to work—flip him over. Raise his hips. And go deeper.”
⸻
They all stared.
The doctor crossed his arms.
“I’ve never seen a body absorb this much… but if his womb’s tilted, he needs the angle.”
Yejun: “You’re serious?”
Doctor: “Do you want a baby or not?”
Bamby: “Get him up.”
Noah: “Let’s do it right.”
Hamin: “Spread him wider.”
⸻
They flipped Eunho over.
Bent him over the clinic bed.
Cushioned his belly.
And took turns again.
But this time?
They didn’t pull out.
They didn’t rush.
They stayed in until Eunho sobbed their names, until the doctor whispered,
“Now. Right there. That’s the spot.”
They bred him until his legs gave out.
Until the room smelled like sex and skin and need.
Until his stomach swelled again.