Chapter Four #3
The pleasure hits me harder the second time. I make a muffled “mph” sound into my arms and buck on Hyunwoo’s lap, my hips jerking forward involuntarily, my cock jumping between my thighs. My hole clenches and releases around his fingers in a spasm.
Hyunwoo makes an interested sound behind me. “Oh,” he says, I can hear the curiosity in it, the tone of discovery. “You liked that, didn’t you? I found it.”
“Wait,” I pant, my heart rate spiking, heat flooding my face and chest. “Don’t—”
But Hyunwoo zeroes in on the spot with single-minded focus, and I know with a sinking certainty that I’ve already lost this battle.
His fingers push deeper into the slick that’s already building in my passage—my body responding to the stimulation—and he finds that spot again.
The pads of his fingers settle against it, and he starts to press.
Firmly, rubbing the gland in slow, deliberate circles, and my pulse goes haywire.
I buck against his lap, my hands fisting in the sheets, trying to form the word stop, trying to get my mouth to cooperate with my brain, but then Hyunwoo increases the pressure and starts rubbing the spot in earnest. His fingers massage the gland with focused, unrelenting attention, each circular stroke sending a bolt of pleasure through my core that builds on the last one, stacking higher and higher until my vision starts to blur at the edges.
I cry out. Nothing like any noise I’ve ever made during sex with anyone.
My cock pulses between my thighs, untouched, and the orgasm crashes into me before I even understand what’s happening.
It rips through my body like a wave breaking, my cock spurting onto the sheets beneath me in thick ropes, my hole clenching around Hyunwoo’s fingers, my thighs trembling on either side of his lap as I shudder through it.
My back arches, my toes curl, and I bury my face in my arms and shake apart on Hyunwoo’s lap while his fingers hold steady against that spot inside me, pressing, pressing, drawing it out until I’m gasping and twitching with aftershocks.
Hyunwoo holds his fingers there, pressed against the gland, and I can feel him staring down at me. His attention on my trembling body. He bends down, his chest close to my back, his face near my ear.
“Wait,” he says, genuine surprise in his voice, mixed with delight. “Did you just come from your ass?”
He pushes my hip up slightly with his free hand, craning to look underneath me where my cum is pooled on the sheets in a sticky, obvious mess. He lets out a laugh—not mocking, surprised, almost amazed—and I feel his chest shake against my back with it.
“You did,” he says, the grin is audible in his voice. “You just came from me fingering your ass. No one even touched your cock.”
I want to die. I want the bed to open up and swallow me whole. I want to dissolve into the sheets.
I shove him away with a hand flat against his chest, pushing hard enough that Hyunwoo rocks backward on the mattress and his fingers slip free from my hole. The sudden emptiness makes me clench, my rim fluttering and twitching at the abrupt withdrawal.
“Fuck off,” I snap, rolling off his lap and onto my side, curling my knees up instinctively.
My face is so hot I’m genuinely concerned I might be running a fever.
The wet mess I left on the sheets is cooling against my thigh and I can feel slick still leaking out of me, which only compounds the humiliation into something so total and complete that I briefly consider never making eye contact with another human being again.
Hyunwoo is grinning. An infuriating, shit-eating smirk stretched wide across his face, his eyes bright with an unmistakable gleam. He looks like a kid who found a secret passage in a video game.
“Oh, Yuggie,” he says, the delight in his voice making me want to crawl under the bed and die.
“You’ve got an omega spot after all. All that talk about how you’re different from other omegas, and you’ve got a prostate that makes you come like a fountain from two fingers.
” He holds up the two fingers in question, still shiny with lube and slick, and wiggles them at me.
“This is the best thing I’ve learned all week. ”
I swat at his hand, hard, knocking it away from my face.
“Will you just fucking get on with it already?” I push myself up onto my knees, ignoring the way my thighs are still trembling, ignoring the wet heat between my legs, ignoring the fact that my cock is hanging heavy and half-hard and there’s cum drying on my stomach.
“I’m loosened up, okay? I’ve got slick. It should be fine.
So can we please stop exploring my anatomy like it’s a goddamn science project and just do what we came here to do? ”
Hyunwoo snorts, still looking far too pleased with himself, his eyes crinkling at the corners with barely contained amusement. “Alright, alright.”
I get back into position. Hands and knees, face forward, staring at the headboard because I genuinely cannot handle seeing that smug expression right now.
If I look at his face I’m going to punch it, and then we’ll never get this done.
I hear him shift behind me, the rustle of fabric as he pushes his pants down, the soft sound of skin as he takes himself in hand.
Then I feel him line up, the blunt, broad head of his cock pressing against my entrance, which is now slick with lube and my own natural slick and gaping slightly from the fingering.
I put my head down and brace, my hands fisting the sheets, my jaw clenched tight. I’m expecting the searing pain of last time, bracing for it, my whole body tensed in anticipation of that ripping, tearing agony that had me biting the mattress and crying.
But this time there’s only a brief, dull burn as Hyunwoo presses forward and sinks in.
The lube and the slick and the prep have done their job, and his cock slides into me with a smooth, steady push that steals my breath without making me scream.
The stretch is significant—Hyunwoo’s cock is thick and I feel every inch of it spreading me open, my rim expanding around the shaft as it pushes deeper—but the generous lube and the loosening from his fingers have transformed the experience from the ripping agony of before into a deep, heavy pressure that fills me up and makes my lungs forget how to work for a second.
My breath catches as his cock spreads my hole and slides in slowly, filling me up inch by inch.
The heavy, thick shape of him feels like it takes up all the space inside me, pushing against my walls and settling deep, and sensation shoots through my nerve endings but completely different from last time.
Not pain, a fullness that borders on overwhelming, my stretched rim pulsing hot around the shaft, every nerve in the ring of muscle firing signals that my brain doesn’t know how to respond to.
Slick drips out around Hyunwoo’s length, my body responding now in a way it refused to last time, warming beneath me, loosening, opening up.
My pulse is pounding in my ears and, to my quiet horror, my cock is twitching with renewed interest between my thighs, thickening against my will.
Hyunwoo groans behind me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he bottoms out. I feel his pelvis press flush against my ass, his balls resting heavy against my taint, every inch of him buried inside me.
“Damn,” he breathes, his voice rough and strained. “That feels good.” His grip tightens on my hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples above my ass, and he adds with a groan, “It’s tighter and wetter than a pussy. Your hole is gripping me like it’s trying to milk me already.”
My face burns. “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me,” I grit out into the sheets. “Stop commentating.”
“Mm.” The smirk is obvious in his voice, that cocky, self-satisfied tone that I’ve heard him use on women a thousand times and that I never imagined would be directed at me while his cock was buried in my ass. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
He starts to roll his hips, pulling back until just the head is inside me and then pushing in with a slow, deep stroke that makes my whole body rock forward on the mattress.
The drag of his cock against my slicked walls sends sensation rippling through me, warm and spreading, and I bite back a moan that tries to crawl up my throat.
He does it again. And again. Each thrust slow and deliberate, pulling almost all the way out and then sinking back in to the hilt, filling me completely with every stroke.
The thick shaft rubs against my inner walls, the friction eased by slick and lube but still enough to make every nerve ending sing, and I bury my face in the sheets and pray that Hyunwoo doesn’t notice that my cock is hard now too.
Fully, achingly erect and dripping a steady stream of precum onto the sheets beneath me, despite the fact that I already came barely five minutes ago.
My body is responding to the penetration with an enthusiasm that my brain absolutely does not endorse, my hips rocking back slightly to meet his thrusts in tiny, involuntary movements.
Is it actually starting to feel good?
I’m not sure I want to answer that question.
The burn has dulled to a warm, pulsing stretch that’s more sensation than pain, and each of Hyunwoo’s thrusts pushes deep enough to send sparks through my lower belly.
The stretch still makes my head spin, but it’s less from pain.
Instead it makes my toes curl against the sheets and my fingers twist in the fabric and my breathing come faster and shallower with each stroke.
Then Hyunwoo says, his tone shifting from the rough sounds of exertion to speculative and curious, “I wonder if I can hit that spot with my cock.”
My eyes fly open. I reach back frantically, my hand finding Hyunwoo’s thigh and gripping it hard enough that my nails dig into the muscle. “Hyunwoo, wait, don’t—”