The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 24

Ye Jun

"Asshole," I muttered, but it came out more like a moan, and I let my head fall back as he went back down, sucking slower now, teasing with his tongue, his free hand sliding between my legs, fingers circling my hole, pressing in just the tip of one.

"Yeah, but you love it," he said, pulling off again to kiss my thigh, biting there lightly, then pushing his finger in deeper, crooking it to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. "Fuck, you’re still tight, even after earlier. Relax, Ye-jun, let me in."

I bit my lip to hold back the whine, but it slipped out anyway, my legs spreading wider on their own. "Keep talking like that, and I’ll kick you. Just....ah, fuck....do it right."

He added a second finger, scissoring them slowly, his mouth back on my dick, and the combo had me panting, hips rocking between his hand and mouth, building fast. "See? Already whining. Beg for a third finger, come on."

"No way," I snapped, but my voice cracked, and he laughed around me, the vibration pushing me closer. "Fine, fuck...third, now, you smug bastard."

He hummed approval, sliding in a third, stretching me, and it burned a little but in the best way, his fingers pumping faster as he sucked harder, and I was gone, cumming down his throat with a muffled yell, biting my fist to keep quiet.

He swallowed it all, popping off with a satisfied smack, fingers still moving slow inside me as I came down, twitching. "Good boy," he teased, and I swatted at his head weakly.

"Call me that again, and I’ll really deny you everything," I said, but I was smiling, pulling him up by the shoulders so I could kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue, which was gross and hot at the same time.

We made out like that for what felt like forever, slow and deep now, his body grinding against mine, dick hard and leaking through his boxers. "Ye-jun," he murmured, breaking away to nuzzle my neck, voice softer. "You’re so pretty and fuckable my dick hurts when I don’t get the chance."

The words hit me hard, cutting through the haze, and I felt this lump in my throat because yeah, it hurt, but hearing him admit it like that, vulnerable? It made my chest ache in a way that wasn’t just from the sex. "You almost did, idiot," I whispered back, hands on his back, holding him close. "Don’t do it again. Talk to me next time ."

"Fine," he said, kissing me again, softer, and then he was pulling off his boxers, kicking them away, his dick springing free, hard and thick, making my mouth water even though I’d just cum.

"Condom?" I asked, glancing at his nightstand, but he shook his head, eyes locking on mine.

"I want to feel you raw, if you’re okay. I’m clean, you know that."

I nodded, because fuck it, I wanted that too, the closeness it was going to come through for me later. "Yeah, do it. But slowly at first please."

He laughed, grabbing lube from the drawer, wait, when did he even get that out? squirting some on his fingers, slicking himself up, then more on me, pushing in with three fingers again to make sure.

"Fuck me," I said, pulling my knees up, exposing myself, and he groaned, positioning himself, the tip pressing against me.

"Pushy," he muttered, but then he was sliding in, inch by inch, slowly like I asked, and fuck, it stretched, burned, but he stopped when I winced, kissing my knee, waiting. "Breathe, Ye-jun. You good?"

"Yeah, keep going," I panted, hands gripping the sheets, and he pushed deeper, bottoming out finally, both of us groaning loudly.

"Fuck, finally ," he said, voice strained, holding still. "It feels amazing. Move when you’re ready."

I bucked up a little, testing, and it sent pleasure shooting through me. "Now, move now."

He started thrusting, slowly at first, pulling almost out then back in, finding a rhythm, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. "Harder," I demanded, and he obliged, snapping his hips faster, the bed creaking a bit, but we didn’t care.

"Like that?" he asked, grinning down at me, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Yeah.... fuck, right there," I moaned as he hit that spot, my dick starting to harden again already.

We kept going like that, him pounding into me, me meeting every thrust, our mouths finding each other in sloppy kisses, hands everywhere him pinching my nipples, me scratching down his back. "God, Ye-jun, I’m gonna cum soon," he warned after a while, pace faltering.

"Me too, do it inside, do it," I said, reaching down to stroke myself, and that pushed me over, cumming between us with a cry I muffled against his shoulder.

He followed right after, thrusting deep and stilling, groaning my name as he filled me, hot and messy, then collapsing on top, both of us panting hard.

We lay there for a minute, catching our breath, him still inside me, and then he pulled out slowly , making me hiss, but he kissed me , rolling off to grab a cloth from somewhere, cleaning us up gently. "You okay? Didn’t hurt too bad?"

I shook my head, pulling him back down to cuddle, his arm around me. "Good. I’m all good."

He laughed, nuzzling my hair. "Cool, I love your ass baby."

The words slipped out, and I froze, heart pounding, because we hadn’t said that yet, not really. "Wait, what? What did you call me? "

He looked panicked for a second, then shrugged, smirking. "Yeah, baby. Don’t make it weird."

I punched his arm lightly. "That’s weird as fuck."

But , that was just the start morning came too soon, light sneaking through the curtains, and I woke up to Si-woo kissing down my back, hands on my ass, whispering, "Round two? Please, let me tie you this time, just your hands... "

"No!" I yelled, laughing as I shoved him off the bed, him landing with a thud, grinning up at me. "You never learn, do you?"

"Fine, vanilla it is," he said, climbing back up, tackling me into the pillows, and we were at it again, slower this time, more laughing than moaning at first, him tickling my sides mid-thrust just to make me squirm and curse him out.

"Stop that, you child!" I snapped, but I was giggling, which turned into moans when he got serious, flipping me onto my stomach, sliding back in from behind, his chest against my back, whispering dirty shit in my ear like "Take it, Ye-jun, all of me, you’re mine now."

"Yeah, yours," I mumbled, pushing back against him, the angle hitting deeper, making me see white. "Faster, come on."

He sped up, hand reaching around to stroke me, but thank fuck parents were probably out already or we’d be busted.

We scrambled, laughing hysterically as we threw on clothes, him kissing me quick before we headed down, acting normal like we hadn’t just fucked twice in his room.

At the table, Dad eyed us suspiciously. "You two seem... close this morning. Fight over?"

Si-woo choked on his coffee, and I kicked him under the table. "Yeah. No big deal."

Mom smiled, oblivious. "Good, family should stick together."

We exchanged looks, biting back grins, because if only they knew how stuck we were now.

We took the day off just to talk with each other.

And my Si woo got hard again, this time I hesitated, heart pounding fear of discovery mixing with want but nodded, lying back, letting him tie my wrists to the headboard loose enough I could slip out if needed.

He grinned, kissing down my body, licking nipples, biting thighs, fingers teasing my hole but not pushing in. "I’m gonna make you squirm first."

"Si-woo... okay fuck, hurry up," I whined, tugging the ties, the restraint turning me on more than I expected.

He laughed, finally fingering me open three fingers crooking hard against my prostate, making me arch and moan loud. "Quiet, or our parents will hear."

"Wait... I can’t.." I panted, as he added a fourth, stretching me wide.

" Why do you get tighter every day..." he groaned in dissatisfaction.

Then he was in me, thrusting deep, hand over my mouth to muffle my cries, dominating every move, flipping me onto my stomach after, ass up, pounding harder.

"Take it, Ye-jun... fuck you and fuck your damn ass for being so tight," he growled, hand spanking my ass lightly, the sting adding to the pleasure.

I came untouched, yelling into the pillow, and he followed, filling me, then untied me quickly, pulling me into his arms, kissing soft now. "You okay? Not too much right?" said it like he wasn’t expecting me to dare object him.

"Good... fuck it, amazing," I whispered, clinging to him, emotions crashing all over. "But what if we can’t hide forever? ."

"Ye Jun, this won’t go on in forever," he said, holding tighter. " While we’re in this, let’s enjoy ourselves. " just that bastard spitting words to break me again.

We lay there, but then footsteps in the hall, approaching the door, and a knock. "Si-woo? Ye-jun? You in there?"

Mom’s voice. Fuck.