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I felt like I was going to die.
Every time that hard, scorching flesh churned inside me, all my senses would sharpen to a point before dissolving into a mushy, melting heap. After experiencing that sensation dozens of times—sometimes like white sparks exploding before my eyes, other times like sinking into blackness—I wasn’t sure I could endure it any longer.
“Woohyeon-ah…”
As I writhed and sank my teeth into the nape of his neck, his embrace tightened. The vibrations humming between our tightly pressed chests blurred the line between what was mine and what was his.
“It hurts…”
“Does it hurt?”
“Mmm, hng… it hurts, it feels weird…”
The frantic pace of his hips slowed slightly. Even though I’d bitten his neck hard enough to leave a mark, instead of pushing me away, Jin Woohyeon stroked the back of my head, whispering as he soothed me.
“But, hyung, you just came. I felt you tighten up inside.”
“…”
“Did it only hurt?”
His breath, warm and damp, carried the earthy scent of rain-soaked ground as his fingers traced my face.
“Hyung. Sanho hyung.”
“It hurt.”
“Then should we stop now…?”
“It hurt, but… it’s strange… but, hng… it’s good. It definitely feels good, but you’re just… too big…”
I babbled incoherently, my body feverish. Every time I mumbled, I clung tighter to his trembling back, digging my nails in as his hips moved in shallow thrusts.
“You… hng… you’re so… shamelessly… ugh… big…”
“That’s not true.”
His voice, tinged with amusement, clung to my ear. Then, with only the tip left inside, he thrust back in all at once, locking us together so deeply it felt like my jaw might unhinge. My inner walls, stretched taut, quivered as they gripped his scorching heat.
“Being big means I have a conscience. I’m an Alpha.”
“Ahh, hng, ah—!”
“What’s the point of having a small dick?”
The way he ground inside me in short, sharp movements made my legs tremble in the air. The heat pooling inside me curled my toes and dried my mouth.
I feel like I’m melting. That was the only way to describe it—like the bubbling liquid at our joined flesh was dissolving everything it touched as it spilled out.
“So much… hah… and so scared…”
I knew shameful words were about to follow, so I hastily covered his mouth with my hands, pressing hard. Jin Woohyeon’s eyes crinkled with laughter as he kissed my palm.
“Don’t… nng… inside…”
“Why? I got the pre-pregnancy shot. Even if I come inside, you won’t get pregnant.”
I’d suspected as much when he didn’t bother looking for a condom. He wasn’t the type to do something like this unprepared.
But that wasn’t why I’d said that.
“Inside… hng, ah, right now… even now…”
Every time I tried to speak, he’d thrust up inside me, blurring my vision. The veined shaft scraped against my trembling walls, and the blunt tip ground against the swollen spot inside, wringing out unrestrained moans.
“You’re already so full.”
The relentless stretching of his cock, the precome, and the slick leaking from who knows where—it all combined to fill me completely. If he came inside me now…
“I think I’ll feel too full… I don’t like it…”
“…Tsk.”
Between the buzzing in my ears, I thought I heard him grind his teeth—or maybe curse.
Then, a flurry of small kisses rained down on my face.
“You don’t like it?”
“Hah… hng, ah… hah…”
“You don’t like being filled up inside because of me, Sanho hyung?”
“No, it won’t… fit… anymore…”
“I wish you’d take me until you can’t take any more.”
A sharp sting spread across my lower lip. Unable to bear the tingling, I parted my lips, and his hot tongue invaded, sweeping through my mouth. The relentless, almost ruthless thrusts continued, melting me from the inside, stirring me up, filling me to the brim before pulling back out.
“Let me come inside you.”
He begged in a hoarse voice.
“I want to come inside you…”
I shook my head, then nodded. I said it was good, then strange, then begged him to go slow, then whispered for him to go faster.
We were tangled together, buried in the bed. In the end, I gave in with a tearful voice.
“…Inside…”
My hips jerked up as he held me. My pelvis spread wide, and his cock sank deep inside. Jin Woohyeon’s hot, damp breath seeped into my ear.
“Inside?”
“Mmm, ahh, hah…”
“Inside… how? Like this?”
It was too fast now. I felt like I was being dragged toward another climax, breathless and dizzy. I shook my head, my eyes welling with tears.
No matter how much the heat cycle heightened my pleasure, it didn’t give me endless stamina. Each climax left me more exhausted.
To end the cycle as quickly as possible, I needed to absorb as much of his Alpha pheromones as I could. And for that, taking him as deep as possible was the most efficient way.
In the end, I surrendered to my desire.
“Inside… let it out inside me.”
There was no verbal response, but his movements grew rougher, as if answering for him.
Jin Woohyeon poured every last drop of his desire into me. He forced his way through my tight walls, filling me completely with his thick, hot release, as if branding me with his presence. As if this was the highest temperature of affection he could give.
“Hng…”
“It’s okay. Just a little more…”
He must have held back for a long time—his release seemed endless. As I squirmed under the overwhelming fullness, Jin Woohyeon held me close, soothing me.
His voice was gentle, but our bodies remained pressed together. He moved his hips slowly, as if trying to push every last drop deeper inside me.
“…You take it so well.”
My exhausted body melted into his arms.
After doing something I’d thought I’d never be able to do, my thoughts were surprisingly simple:
“It was nothing.”
Really. What I’d feared so much turned out to be just… this. Nothing more.
Hot, breathless, relentless, sticky—and yet, somehow warm and heartfelt.
I could experience these sensations without fear because it was him.
After catching my breath, Jin Woohyeon pulled out. He was careful not to startle me, but the strange sensation of something so thick and ridged sliding out made me shudder.
“Inside…”
“It’s okay. I’m going slow…”
“No, hng… that’s not… what I meant.”
Even though he’d pulled out without any sexual intent, the stimulation of his thick, veined length retreating made my slick walls clench involuntarily. My brows furrowed, and Jin Woohyeon inhaled sharply.
“Once won’t be enough.”
Before I could respond, my body was flipped over. His hand supported me from my chest down to my lower abdomen, lifting my hips. I could feel the thick, sticky fluid inside me trickling down my thighs.
“Just a little more.”
“No… hng… I can’t… I can’t move…”
“You don’t have to move, hyung.”
He pressed the slick tip against my entrance, rubbing slowly. Even that small, familiar sensation made my melted hole twitch in anticipation.
“I’ll do the moving.”
As his chest pressed against my back, his cock pushed in again. Sandwiched between the bed and his body, there was nowhere to escape.
His hand covered mine, fingers gripping the sheets, as our joined flesh made wet, slapping sounds. The moans spilling from my throat seeped into the bed.
“Lift your hips a little more… good boy…”
“Hng, ugh, hah, Uhyun… mm, Woohyeon-ah.”
“…Hah, hyung. Sanho hyung.”
“Ah—!”
His heat, his sincerity, his pleasure, his affection, his pheromones, his confessions, and then his body temperature—all of it surged into me endlessly.
“I like you too.”
“Mmm, hng… me too… hah… I like you too…”
His low, breathy voice called to me, soothed me, desired me, comforted me, and begged me—over and over again.
And so, he plunged me into a swamp of technicolor sensations.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
