Last night we (f)ucked up (long) [m/f]

A bit of context: I've been dating my wonderful boyfriend since April. The sex was amazing right off the bat and has only gotten better and better. We've gotten to experimenting with some new things and recently discovered that I like butt stuff.

So we're snuggling on the couch when he suggests that I put one of my buttplugs in. I am more than happy to oblige and soon he's teasing me a little by pushing on it, stroking my thighs, etc. We take it to the bedroom where he continues to push on the plug, but a little harder, and I'm loving it and he's getting into it and all of a sudden–

schloop

— he (unknowingly) pushes the plug all the way in. And I mean, it's up there really good. And it's not in there straight, because that would be too easy and painless. No, it somehow got jammed up in there diagonally. So I jump up and run to the bathroom with no other explanation than "OhGodOhGodOhGod", each step more painful than the last. He realizes what's happened and is freaking out right along with me, standing in the doorway as I'm in the throes of a panic attack, adrenaline rushing, legs shaking, three fingers jammed up my asshole desperately trying to dig the thing out, and…