Chapter Five #2
“I noticed something,” Hyunwoo says against my back, his lips close enough that his breath is hot on my skin, his voice rough and low in a way that makes my belly tighten.
“You’re not in pain anymore, are you?” He rolls his hips, grinding the head of his cock against the inside of my womb, and I shudder from head to toe.
“Your hole’s gripping me like it wants more.
Clenching and pulling me deeper with each thrust.”
“Stop talking,” I growl through gritted teeth, because he’s right and I despise that he’s right and I especially hate that he can feel it—can feel my body responding, my hole squeezing around him, my womb clenching on the head of his cock like it’s trying to hold him there.
His hand reaches around my hip and my eyes fly wide open as I feel Hyunwoo’s fingers close around my cock—still hard despite having just come, still slick with my own cum, the shaft twitching in his grip like it’s happy to see him. I squirm and twist, trying to dislodge his hand.
“What do you think you’re doing? Don’t touch me there, we agreed no extras—”
“Be quiet, Yuggie.” His fingers tighten around me, not painfully but firmly enough that I can’t shake him off without a real struggle. “I’m trying to make you feel good. It’ll help with conception if your body is fully responsive.”
I whine as he strokes me, a slow firm pull from base to tip that makes my toes curl against the sheets.
“It feels weird. Having someone else’s hand on my cock while also being—” I cut myself off, not wanting to say the word fucked out loud.
“It’s too much sensation. Too many things happening at once. ”
“But does it feel good?”
He drives in again as he asks it, the head of his cock nudging into my womb, and I shake my head on principle even though my cock twitches eagerly in his grip, even though my hips push back against him involuntarily, even though every nerve ending in my body is screaming yes.
“Just tell me what feels good and I’ll do it,” Hyunwoo says, lower and more serious, the teasing edge gone.
He circles his fist around the head of my cock, squeezing lightly, his thumb pressing into the slit where precum is beading.
I gasp and buck forward into the grip, my hips stuttering between the dual sensations of his cock in my womb and his hand on my dick.
Then he switches his hold, wrapping his large hand all the way around my shaft—his fingers are long enough to fully encircle me with room to spare, which is a fact I did not need to know about my friend’s hand-to-dick ratio—and squeezes with firm, even pressure.
“This?” he asks.
I nod, beyond embarrassment now, past the point where pride means anything, and Hyunwoo strokes me with steady pulls, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive head on each upstroke, smearing the precum around the crown in slick circles.
My mouth falls open and I hear myself say, my voice desperate and breathy in a way I don’t recognize, “That—like that, right there—”
Hyunwoo presses harder with his thumb, finding the frenulum and pressing firmly against the bundle of nerves there, and simultaneously drives in deep—his cock pushing into my womb as his thumb works the most sensitive spot on my cock with deliberate, focused pressure.
I cry out sharply as I come, a full-body shudder that locks every muscle I have, my cock pulsing in Hyunwoo’s fist, my womb clenching hard around the head of his cock in contractions that I can feel all the way up into my stomach.
Hyunwoo groans and drops his arm from my cock, seizing my hips with both hands instead, his fingers digging into the flesh.
He presses me flat into the mattress, my chest hitting the sheets, and pounds into my ass with abandon—driving deep, his cock pistoning in and out of my womb until I’m dizzy with it, my vision swimming, my fingers numb from gripping the sheets so hard the fitted corner has popped off the mattress.
Then his knot swells, locking inside me, pressing against my prostate with crushing, unrelenting pressure, and he spills—thick, hot ropes of cum flooding directly into my womb and filling me until my lower belly cramps and I can feel the warmth spreading through my core.
We pant there for a while, locked together, Hyunwoo’s weight carefully distributed above me on his forearms. I can feel his heartbeat through his chest where it’s pressed against my back, fast and heavy, gradually slowing.
My own pulse is a mess, my breathing shallow and uneven, my body twitching with aftershocks that make my hole clench around his knot and draw small groans from both of us.
When the knot finally deflates and Hyunwoo pulls free—slowly, carefully, the drag of his softening cock against my oversensitive walls making me whimper into the pillow—I don’t move.
I lie face down, boneless, my ass leaking a warm trickle of cum and slick onto the sheets, my body humming with deep, full-body exhaustion.
I look up at the sound of a package crinkling.
Hyunwoo is sitting beside me on the bed, cross-legged and naked, his softening cock still out and glistening, and he’s opening a small cardboard box.
He pulls out a silicone butt plug—matte black, tapered at the tip with a wide, bulging middle and a flared base, clearly designed for extended wear—alongside a small bottle of lubricant.
He pops the cap on the lube with his thumb.
I push up onto my palms so fast my head spins.
“No,” I say. “No fucking way. Absolutely not.”
Hyunwoo looks at me with an expression of pure, unbothered reason, holding the plug up between two fingers like a visual aid in a presentation.
“It’s a simple solution to a practical problem, Yuggie.
It’ll keep all of my cum plugged inside your ass instead of leaking out over the course of the day.
” He gestures vaguely at my lower half, where I can feel exactly the leaking he’s describing happening in real time, warm and wet against my thighs.
“Maximum retention, maximum chance of pregnancy. You want this to work fast, right? So do I.”
I glare at the plug. It is not small. The widest point is easily as thick as three of Hyunwoo’s fingers, maybe more, and the tapered shape means my hole would have to stretch wide around the bulge before it could close around the narrower neck.
The flared base is broad enough that it would sit flush against my entrance, sealing everything inside.
“Couldn’t you have found a smaller one?” I ask, hearing the defeat already creeping into my own voice.
“It had to be big enough to create a proper seal and prevent leaks,” Hyunwoo says, as if he’s explaining something basic.
“Otherwise what’s the point? A small one would just shift around and let everything drip out, and then we’re right back where we started.
” He tilts his head, his expression softening, turning almost reassuring, if you squint.
“It’s not a big deal. After taking my cock and my knot, you can absolutely handle this.
And besides—” He holds up the plug again, turning it so I can see the smooth, seamless surface.
“It’s medical-grade silicone. Soft, flexible, body-safe. I did my research.”
“Of course you did,” I mutter.
“Think about it logically,” he continues, because Hyunwoo has never met a moment of resistance he couldn’t talk his way through.
“If my cum is always sealed inside your womb instead of leaking out every time you stand up or move around, the sperm has way more time to reach the egg. You’ll get pregnant faster, which means we have to do this fewer times overall. It’s actually in your best interest.”
I open my mouth to argue, but the logic—insane, boundary-violating, deeply invasive logic—lands in the part of my brain that just wants this entire surrogacy arrangement to be over as quickly as humanly possible. Fewer times. Faster results. Done sooner.
“I hate you,” I say, but I’m already lifting my hips when Hyunwoo squeezes a generous amount of lube onto the plug, coating it thoroughly until the black silicone gleams.
“Noted,” he says cheerfully, and positions himself behind me.
I drop my face into the pillow and whine as the lubed tip of the plug presses against my entrance—my sore, puffy, freshly fucked hole that has already been through more tonight than it was ever designed for.
The tapered point slips past my rim easily enough, but then the plug widens, and my breath catches as my hole stretches around the increasing girth, spreading wider and wider as the bulge pushes in.
I grip the sheets and breathe through my nose, feeling my rim burn as it strains around the widest point, the stretch making my eyes water.
Then it slides past the widest part and my rim closes around the narrower neck with a sensation that’s close to relief, the flared base settling snug against my entrance, pressing flat against the sensitive skin between my cheeks.
My hole clenches around the neck of the plug, holding it in place, and I can feel the wide body of it sitting inside me—filling my passage, pressing against my walls, the tip nudging up against my prostate with a dull, constant pressure that makes my spent cock give one last feeble twitch.
“There,” Hyunwoo says, satisfaction clear in his voice, and pats my ass with his open palm. The pat jostles the plug and I hiss, my hole clenching tighter around it.
I adjust my legs experimentally, shifting my weight from one knee to the other, and feel the plug shift inside me—the wide body moving against my walls, pressing against my prostate from a slightly different angle, the weight of it and Hyunwoo’s cum trapped behind it making my stomach cramp with a deep, heavy fullness that I can’t ignore.
“When can I take it out?” I ask, my voice muffled by the pillow.
“When it’s time for me to refill your hole,” Hyunwoo says casually.