Chapter Three #4
“Shh.” Hyunwoo’s tone is matter-of-fact, completely unbothered by my horror. “I’m not going in completely dry. I don’t want to hurt myself on your bone-dry ass.” He puts a hand on my lower back firmly to steady himself. “Just hold still. I’m going in.”
I put my face back into the sheets and fist them in both hands, twisting the expensive fabric between my fingers until my knuckles ache. I brace every muscle I have, locking my arms and my core and my thighs, preparing myself for something I have absolutely no frame of reference for.
I feel the blunt head of his cock press against my opening.
It feels enormous. Impossibly wide and hot against my untouched hole, the firm pressure of it nudging against muscle that has never been asked to open for anything.
I know Hyunwoo is alpha-sized, I told Ye-eun as much just a few days ago, but knowing it intellectually and feeling it pressed against the most sensitive part of my body are two completely different experiences that share almost nothing in common.
The pressure increases as Hyunwoo starts to push forward.
My hole begins to spread around the head of his cock, the ring of muscle resisting the intrusion with everything it has, and it stings.
A sharp, burning stretch that makes me hiss through my teeth, my fingers tightening in the sheets.
But the pressure doesn’t stop. Hyunwoo’s hips press steadily forward, and my hole spreads wider, and wider, the burn intensifying with each fraction of an inch, climbing from uncomfortable to painful to genuinely alarming.
“Fuck,” I whisper into the mattress. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes from the sting of it, and it just keeps going, like there’s no end to how wide I have to stretch to accommodate him.
I bite down on a pained sound that tries to crawl up my throat, my fingers twisting the sheets into tight spirals as my hole opens further and the burn goes from sharp to searing, a relentless, splitting sensation that feels like my body is being forced to do something it was never designed for despite supposedly being built for exactly this.
Hyunwoo pauses. The pressure holds steady, not advancing but not retreating either, I can hear him breathing hard behind me.
I don’t lift my face from the sheets. “Is it all the way in yet?” My voice is muffled by the fabric, shaking slightly. “Please say yes.”
“I don’t even have the tip all the way in yet.” Hyunwoo’s voice is tight, strained through what sounds like gritted teeth. “It’s too fucking tight. Your ass is clamped down on me like a vice.”
The sound that comes out of me is somewhere between a laugh and a sob, high-pitched and borderline hysterical.
I’m in this much pain and he hasn’t even gotten past the head.
This was a terrible idea. This was the worst idea either of us has ever had, and we once tried to bungee jump off the Seo estate’s roof using bungee cords we bought online that turned out to be regular elastic rope.
Hyunwoo puts more of his weight behind his hips, pressing forward with increased force, and my hole is forced to give. The muscle yields under the pressure, spreading around the thick head of his cock with a stretch so intense my vision blurs.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck—” I chant under my breath like a prayer, feeling more of his length forcing my ass open, hot and thick and relentless, pushing deeper into my body inch by agonizing inch. Hyunwoo groans behind me, low and pained.
“It’s so fucking tight,” he says through a strained voice. I feel his hips grind down, working himself deeper with small, insistent pushes that make my rim burn and throb.
I cry out. I can’t hold it back this time.
A sharp, broken sound slips out as Hyunwoo’s cock finally sinks in past the head, the first full inch breaching me, and the stretch is so intense that tears spill over my lashes and soak into the sheets beneath my face.
My rim burns hot around the intrusion, the swollen muscle clenching and unclenching involuntarily around his shaft in a way I can’t control.
Hyunwoo curses loudly behind me. “Breathe,” he says, his voice rough. “Your ass is so tight it’s going to choke my cock off.”
“I am trying,” I snarl into the mattress, my whole body shaking from the effort of not clenching down harder, which I know from the screaming feedback of my own nerve endings would only make everything worse.
My arms are trembling, my thighs are trembling, even my stomach muscles are trembling, my entire body caught in a war between the instinct to expel the intrusion and the conscious decision to let it stay.
There’s a pause. I hear Hyunwoo exhale hard through his nose, and then his voice comes tight with frustration.
“Jesus. Fuck this.”
His fingers dig into my hips, gripping the flesh hard enough that I’ll have bruises tomorrow, and he pulls back slightly. I have half a second to recognize the shift in his grip, the coiling tension in his body behind me, before he slams forward.
He breaches me in one hard, splitting thrust that shoves his entire cock in to the hilt in a single brutal motion.
I scream. My back bows violently, my spine arching so sharply that my chest lifts off the mattress, as Hyunwoo’s cock spears all the way inside me and bottoms out so deep I can feel it in my stomach.
The pain is blinding. White-hot and all-consuming, it wipes out every other sensation, every thought, every awareness of anything that isn’t the massive cock buried inside me and the devastated, throbbing agony of my hole stretched around its full girth.
Tears pour down my cheeks as I bite the mattress hard enough to taste fabric, thinking I’m dying, I’m actually dying, this is how I go, killed by my friend’s dick in the most humiliating way possible.
My whole body trembles violently, my hole clenching and spasming around the intrusion in helpless contractions that send fresh waves of pain radiating outward from my core.
Hyunwoo goes still. Completely still, buried to the root, his hips flush against my ass.
I can feel every inch of him inside me, thick and hot and impossibly deep, filling me in a way that makes my organs feel rearranged.
A hand presses gently to the small of my back, the contrast between that gentle touch and what he just did to me is almost enough to make me laugh if I weren’t busy trying not to pass out.
“Do you want me to stop?” His voice is different now. The arousal is still there but concern cuts through it. “It’s all the way in. But if it’s too much I can pull out. We don’t have to do this today.”
I’m in agony. My ass feels wrecked, torn open, throbbing with a deep, visceral ache. Every breath I take shifts my body just enough to remind me of the massive intrusion lodged inside me, and each reminder sends a fresh flare of pain through my gut.
But I don’t want to back down. I agreed to this.
And more importantly, he’s already in. We’ve already crossed this line, already done the worst part, and the thought of pulling out now only to have to go through the horror of this all over again on another day makes me want to throw up more than the pain does.
I shake my head against the sheets and turn my face just enough to speak, my cheeks wet and my voice hoarse. “Just do it. Finish it.”
“Are you sure?” Quieter now. “You look like you’re in a lot of pain.”
“Of course I’m in pain,” I growl, the words coming out rasping.
“What did you expect? But it’s going to hurt either way and your dick is already buried in my ass, so you might as well finish so we can be done with this nightmare.
” I swallow hard, tasting salt from my own tears.
“Standing up and trying again later isn’t going to make it hurt less. ”
A long exhale behind me. “Okay. If that’s what you want.” A pause. “I’m going to start moving.”
“Just shut up and come already,” I snap, pressing my face back into the sheets. “Stop narrating everything like a nature documentary.”
Hyunwoo grunts. Then his hips pull back, just an inch, and press forward again.
Slow, testing the resistance, gauging how much my body will give.
I wince and bury my face deeper into the sheets, trying to contain the sounds that want to escape as his cock starts to move inside me, dragging against the walls of my abused channel.
Each pull of his thick shaft against my swollen rim sends a flare of pain through me sharply, and I bite my lip hard as his hips begin to snap forward with more force.
It hurts. It hurts it hurts it hurts. The words cycle through my head on a loop as I swallow down every sound of distress, reducing them to tight, controlled breaths through my nose, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth ache.
Hyunwoo lets out a low sound behind me, something between a groan and a sigh, and his hands adjust their grip on my hips. “You’re starting to get slick.”
My face burns with fresh humiliation, but I can hear it too.
The sounds between us are changing, the dry, painful friction giving way to a wetter glide, the squelch of my body producing slick despite my brain’s complete lack of interest in what’s happening.
My omega body doing what it does, responding to the presence of an alpha cock inside me and lubricating accordingly, whether I want it to or not.
It’s involuntary and mortifying and I want to die.
It doesn’t feel good. But the sharp, splitting pain starts to dull, the edges softening from unbearable to a deep, heavy ache as the slick coats Hyunwoo’s shaft and eases the drag against my walls.
I hold on, gritting my teeth, as Hyunwoo picks up the pace behind me, his thrusts coming faster and harder now that my body has stopped fighting him quite so viciously.