The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 20

~Ye Jun

He pushed in slowly, that first bit stretching me like nothing I’d ever felt, and I held my breath because if I let it out it might come as a gasp or a yell or something embarrassing that’d make this whole thing crash and burn before it even started. Si-woo’s face was all twisted up in concentration, eyes locked on mine like he was waiting for me to shatter, and his hands gripped my hips tight but not too tight, like he remembered I told him not to baby me even though right now I kinda wished he would.

"Ye-jun," he muttered through gritted teeth, "relax, you’re... fuck, you’re clenching so hard."

I tried to laugh but it came out as this weird choked sound. "What, you think I’m doing it on purpose? Just push, idiot, don’t stop now."

He did, a little more, and oh shit, the burn hit hard, like my body was straight-up rejecting him, and I dug my nails into his shoulders without thinking, probably leaving marks he’d bitch about later. He froze again, half in, half out, breathing heavy. "This isn’t... you’re too tight. Are you sure this isn’t your first time? Like, ever?"

I blinked up at him, pissed already because what the hell, we were in the middle of it and he was gonna interrogate me? "No, dumbass, it’s not my first time. I’ve fucked girls, okay? Plenty. Just... guys are different, your dick’s probably too big or something, I don’t know, figure it out."

He huffed this annoyed breath, still not moving, and I could see the frustration building in his eyes, the way his jaw ticked like he was holding back from snapping. "Plenty, huh? Then why the hell are you locked up like a vault? Relax, breathe, something... And if you’re too dumb, you fuck with your dick while your ass remains tight."

"Yesh you’re right but I’m breathing!" I snapped back, shifting my hips a bit to try and adjust, but that just made it worse, the stretch turning into this sharp ache that had me wincing. "Fuck, okay, maybe pull out for a sec. No, don’t look at me like that, I’m not quitting, just... give me a minute."

He pulled back slowly , carefully , and I let out this huge exhale I didn’t know I was holding, my whole body sagging against the couch. Si-woo sat up on his knees, dick still hard and shiny from the lube, looking down at me with this mix of worry and irritation. "See? Told you. First time my ass. You’re acting like a virgin who’s never even seen porn."

"Oh fuck you," I shot back, sitting up a little on my elbows, glaring at him even though my face was probably red as hell from the embarrassment. "Like you’re some expert. You admitted you’ve never done this with a guy either, so don’t act all high and mighty. Maybe your technique sucks."

He rolled his eyes, grabbing the lube again from where he’d tossed it on the floor, squirting more onto his fingers like this was some clinical procedure now. "My technique? Did you believe me? Anyway You’re the one who’s tighter than.... whatever, just lie back. I’m fingering you more, loosen up or this ain’t happening."

I flopped back down, spreading my legs wider because yeah, fine, he had a point, but I wasn’t gonna admit it out loud. "Can you stop looking deep down into my ass? Fine, do your thing, Doctor Si-woo. But if you make me cum from fingers alone, I’m never letting you live it down."

He snorted, this half-laugh that didn’t reach his eyes, and slid one finger back in easy, then a second, scissoring them slowly at first, then faster, curling up to hit that spot that made my toes curl and my dick twitch against my stomach. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud, but fuck, it felt good now, the burn easing into this warm buzz. "There, see? That’s better. Just.... keep doing that, yeah."

"Shut up and take it," he muttered, leaning down to kiss me messy, tongue shoving in like he was trying to distract me, and it worked a little, my hands coming up to grab his hair, pulling him closer. But then he added a third finger, and I tensed again, breaking the kiss with a gasp. "Ow... fuck, warn a guy!"

"Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all, thrusting them in and out, stretching me more, his free hand coming up to pinch my nipple, rolling it between his fingers like that’d magically make everything relax. "Just.... breathe through it. You’re doing fine."

I laughed, bitter and breathless. "Doing fine? This feels like you’re trying to park a truck in a bike rack. Your dick’s huge, you know that? Like, abnormally big. No wonder girls run from you."

He paused his fingers, looking down at me with this raised eyebrow, half-amused, half-annoyed. "You’re complaining about my size now? A minute ago you were begging for it. Make up your mind, Ye-jun."

"I’m not complaining, I’m stating facts!" I shot back, rocking down on his fingers a bit because it was starting to feel okay, good even, the stretch turning into this full feeling that had me leaking more. "Just... lube up more, try again. I’m ready, I swear."

He pulled his fingers out, slicked himself up generously this time, dick looking even bigger now that it was all shiny and veiny, and I swallowed hard, trying not to let the nerves show. He positioned again, pressing in slow, and fuck, it was better but still tight, the head popping in and me clenching without meaning to. "Shit hold on, hold on."

Si-woo groaned, this frustrated sound deep in his throat, stopping halfway. "Again? Ye-jun, come on, relax or I’m gonna... fuck, this is hurting me too, you know. Blue balls are a thing."

I glared up at him, grabbing his arms to pull him down closer, our chests pressing together sweaty and hot. "Hurting you? Try being on the receiving end, asshole. Just... kiss me or something, distract me."

He did, crashing his mouth down on mine hard, not gentle anymore, teeth nipping my lip as he pushed a little more, but nope, still stuck, my body fighting it like it had a mind of its own. He broke the kiss, trailing down to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, then lower to my chest, latching onto one nipple and sucking, tongue flicking over it while his hand tweaked the other.

I arched up, moaning despite myself. "Fuck yeah, that helps, keep.. keep doing that."

He hummed against my skin, switching sides, biting lightly then soothing with his tongue, and I felt myself loosen a bit, enough that he slid in another inch, but then.. stuck again. He thrust shallow, trying to work it in, but it was like hitting a wall, and his face was getting redder, sweat dripping down his temple.

"Goddamn it," he muttered against my chest, pulling back a little. "This isn’t working. You’re too fucking tight, and I’m about to lose it here."

I laughed, this hysterical bubble bursting out because what else could I do? We were both naked, hard, covered in lube and sweat, and failing at basic sex. "Lose it? Like cum too soon? That’s hilarious. Big bad Si-woo can’t even get it in without popping early."

He lifted his head, eyes narrowing, and oh shit, he looked pissed now, really pissed, dick throbbing against me but not going anywhere. "Hilarious? My dick’s aching because of you, and you’re laughing? Fine, if you think it’s so funny, suck me off then. At least that’ll do something."

I blinked, caught off guard because wait, he was serious? "What? No, come on, try again, I can... "

"No," he snapped, pulling back all the way and sitting up, hand wrapping around his dick like he was gonna stroke himself off right there. "I’m done trying. You’re not ready, or whatever, and it’s pissing me off. Suck it or I’m leaving."

Leaving? The word hit like a slap, and I sat up fast, grabbing his wrist to stop him. "Whoa, hold up, you’re not leaving. We’re in the middle of this, you can’t just bail because it’s hard."

He yanked his hand away, glaring. "Watch me. This was a bad idea anyway. You’re drunk, I’m drunk, and clearly neither of us knows what the fuck we’re doing."