Chapter Four #4
But Hyunwoo’s already adjusting. I feel his hips tilt, his knees shifting on the mattress behind me, changing the angle of his body relative to mine. He pulls back slowly, repositioning, and then drives in with a thrust that’s angled upward, the trajectory of his cock shifting inside me.
The fat head of his cock brushes that spot on the way in.
That same swollen gland his fingers found.
And a moan slips from my mouth—a startled, unguarded sound that fills the room and makes my face flame with a fresh wave of humiliation.
Pleasure bursts through me, brighter and more intense than when it was just his fingers because his cock is bigger, thicker, applying broader pressure to the gland as it drags across the surface.
Hyunwoo hears the moan. And I feel the shift in his body behind me, the way his grip tightens on my hips, the way his breathing changes.
He locks onto the angle like he’s found exactly what he was looking for.
He adjusts his hips, tilting them to maintain the trajectory, planting his knees wider on the mattress for leverage, and starts driving in with purpose.
Each thrust is aimed, the head of his cock dragging over the gland on every stroke with a consistency that tells me he’s paying very close attention to the angle and depth.
I bite my fist, trying desperately to silence myself, my teeth sinking into the knuckle of my index finger hard enough to leave marks.
But the pleasure builds with each impact, stacking on itself, each wave cresting higher than the last as Hyunwoo pounds into me with relentless attention to that one spot inside me.
My cock bobs between my thighs, leaking freely, untouched and aching, and my hole clenches around him on every thrust like it’s trying to pull him deeper.
My mind goes hazy. Thoughts scatter like startled birds, coherent sentences dissolving into fragments.
My body moves on instinct, my hips pushing back against Hyunwoo’s thrusts, rolling to meet each stroke, chasing the sensation even as the rational part of my brain screams at me to stop, to hold still, to not give him the satisfaction.
I can hear myself making sounds—moans, sharp gasps, desperate little noises that I’m going to be deeply ashamed of later—and I can’t seem to stop them no matter how hard I bite down on my fist.
“There it is,” Hyunwoo breathes behind me, his voice thick with exertion a darker, more primal edge. “Right there. You’re squeezing me every time I hit it.”
“Shut up,” I gasp, but it comes out weak and breathless and nothing like the sharp command I intended.
Then one hard, angled thrust drives Hyunwoo’s cock directly into the spot with full force, the head pressing against the gland with crushing pressure, and I cry out sharply.
My back arches, my head snapping up from the sheets, and my cock spurts as I come again—my second orgasm ripping through me with a violence that whites out my vision.
My hole clamps down hard around Hyunwoo’s driving length, my whole body shaking as ropes of cum paint the sheets beneath me, my thighs trembling so badly that my knees nearly give out.
Hyunwoo growls behind me and his rhythm goes manic, his hips snapping forward in hard, uneven strokes. “Fuck,” he pants, his fingers bruising on my hips, “it’s too good. Your hole is squeezing me so tight, Yuggie, I can’t—”
I whimper like some omega in a drama, overstimulated and trembling and unable to do anything but take it as Hyunwoo’s cock starts to swell at the base.
The knot flares inside me, growing steadily, stretching my ass around it wider and wider until I’m stuffed impossibly full.
My rim pulls taut around the widest point, the pressure enormous, and tears leak from my eyes at the blinding stretch.
But this time it’s not entirely pain—the knot presses against that spot with constant, unyielding pressure, like a fist pushing against the gland, and my body hums with residual pleasure even as the stretch makes me gasp and shake and dig my fingers into the mattress.
Hyunwoo comes with a low, drawn-out groan, his hips flush against my ass, his cock pulsing as he pours his seed deep into my belly.
The hot liquid floods me in thick spurts that make my stomach cramp and my head spin, filling me until my lower belly feels heavy and warm and distended.
The knot holds everything in, trapping the come inside me, sealing it deep where it’s supposed to go.
We stay there for a while. Hyunwoo’s body curved over mine, his chest pressed to my back, his breathing gradually slowing from harsh pants to deep, even breaths that I can feel against my shoulder blades.
His weight is heavy but not crushing—he’s bracing most of it on his arms, keeping himself from flattening me completely.
I tremble beneath him, aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through my oversensitive body in random, unpredictable waves that make me twitch and clench around the knot.
My cock gives feeble, exhausted twitches between my thighs, spent and softening, and my hole clenches around the massive intrusion still locking us together.
When Hyunwoo’s knot finally deflates—slowly, the swelling receding in increments over what feels like half an hour—he pulls out carefully.
The drag of his softening cock against my abused walls makes me let out a small whine, my rim catching on the retreating head before releasing it with a wet, lewd noise that makes me cringe.
Hyunwoo pulls me carefully to one side, his hands gentle on my hips, avoiding the considerable mess I made on the sheets.
The wet patch of cum from two orgasms has soaked through the cotton in a spreading stain.
He lays me flat on a clean section of the bed and props my hips up with the now-familiar pillow, sliding it under my pelvis.
I look up through bleary, heavy-lidded eyes as I feel Hyunwoo settle behind me.
He stays on the bed, kneeling between my spread thighs, and I watch curiously through the fog of exhaustion as he pushes my cheeks open with both thumbs and examines my hole.
I can only imagine what it looks like—puffy and flushed and leaking a mixture of slick and cum, gaping slightly from the knot, the rim swollen and pink.
“What now?” I ask, my voice hoarse and scratchy from all the sounds I made.
Hyunwoo’s brow is furrowed, his expression thoughtful.
“My theory,” he says slowly, his thumbs still holding me open, “is that last time it didn’t work because I didn’t get deep enough.
The sperm needs to reach the womb directly for the best chance of conception, and maybe regular penetration isn’t quite sufficient for that. ”
His fingers swirl around my entrance, tracing the swollen rim in lazy circles. I squirm and try to pull my hips away from his hands. “Stop that,” I complain, my voice cracking. “I’m already sore and overstimulated. Everything is sensitive, don’t just—don’t touch it like that.”
“Shh.” He pats my ass with one hand, a gesture that’s become annoyingly familiar. “I’ll be gentle. I just want to make sure my cum reaches your womb properly this time.”
His fingers sink into my hole before I can mount a proper protest. They slide in with almost no resistance—my body loose and slick and open from the fucking and the knot—pushing through the mess of cum and slick inside me.
I can hear the wet sound of it, his fingers squelching through the mixture as he pushes deeper, scooping and pressing, working his way further in.
He sinks in until I can feel his knuckles pressed tight against my ass, the full length of his long fingers buried inside me as deep as they can go.
I hiss at the sensation, my insides tender and oversensitive, every nerve ending firing at the intrusion. “Hyunwoo, you’re not going to be able to get deep enough with just your fingers to reach the—”
I cut off with a sharp gasp. My body jerks on the bed, my spine going rigid, my hands flying to grip the sheets on either side of me.
Hyunwoo’s fingertips have brushed against something deep inside me.
Something I’ve never felt before. A tight, delicate opening that sends a bolt of sensation through my entire body, from the base of my spine to the crown of my skull, making me see stars and my spent cock jump against my thigh.
It’s not like the prostate. It’s deeper, more resonant, like a tuning fork has been struck somewhere in my core and the vibration is radiating outward through every cell.
It’s pleasure and intensity and feels ancient and instinctive, like my body recognizes this touch on a level that predates conscious thought.
Hyunwoo’s head jerks up. He sees my reaction—the way my back arches off the mattress, my mouth falling open, my eyes going wide and unfocused—and interest sharpens his features.
“Is that it?” he asks, his fingers holding perfectly still inside me. “Is that the cervix?”
I open and close my mouth, trying to form words, my brain short-circuiting.
His fingertips brush the entrance to my womb again—just a featherlight touch, barely any pressure at all—and my whole body sings with a deep, resonant sensation that makes my vision blur and my toes curl and a sound escape my throat.
“Stop,” I manage, breathless, my hand shooting back to grab his wrist. “Stop, that’s too deep. It feels—strange. Too much. Like nothing I’ve felt before.” I swallow hard, my throat dry.
Hyunwoo makes a frustrated noise, his jaw tightening.
I can see the dissatisfaction in his expression, the look of someone who’s found a locked door and doesn’t have the key.
He pulls his fingers out slowly, and I shudder at the drag of them against my oversensitive walls, my hole clenching weakly around the retreating digits.