The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 92
Ye Jun
Ohm laughed, that deep rumble I liked way too much, and he slicked his fingers while I stayed on top, knees spread, back still curved so my ass wasn’t fully on display. He reached behind me carefully, one finger circling first, not pushing, just asking. "Like this? Tell me if it’s too much."
"It’s not too much, push in already, you big baby," I snapped, but I was grinning, and when he slid the first finger in slowly I bit my lip because damn it felt different. No rough shove, no "take it" growled in my ear. Ohm was watching my face like he was scared he’d break me, adding a second when I nodded, scissoring gently while his other hand stroked my dick soft and steady.
"Fuck, you’re so tight...." he muttered, eyes wide, and I laughed sharp and mean because if he only knew.
"Yeah well, don’t get used to it, this is practice for your omega fan club, remember?" But the words tasted bitter now because his fingers curled just right and my back arched for real, a moan slipping out before I could stop it.
Revenge thoughts kept crashing in, if I make him come back for more every night until he forgets every omega in that gym, then I win, and I rode his fingers harder, chasing that feeling even while guilt chewed at me. He was being so tender, whispering "good, you’re doing good" like I was the one who needed praise, and it made my eyes sting because I was using him, I was lying here planning how to hook him while he looked at me like this.
I leaned down and kissed him again to shut myself up, messy and wet, then slid down his body before he could say anything else. "My turn to show you how it’s done, student." I took him in my mouth, no warning, just lips around the head and tongue flat because I wanted him to lose it fast. Ohm’s hips jerked up and he let out this broken sound, hand flying to my hair but not pulling, just resting there light.
"Ye Jun.... shit.... slow down, I’m gonna.... " He was panting already, voice all wrecked, and I pulled off just to smirk up at him.
"What, you gonna cum in two seconds? That’s embarrassing, Ohm. Thought alphas were supposed to last longer." I sucked him back down, hollowing my cheeks, and he groaned loud, fingers tightening but still gentle, no yanking my head, no calling me names.
It scared me how much I liked it. Too good, too safe, I can’t fall for this, I thought while I worked him with my mouth, spit dripping down my chin because I was being sloppy on purpose, trying to make it filthy enough that I wouldn’t notice how my chest kept squeezing.
He tugged me up after a minute, breathing hard. "Stop, stop, I want... can I suck you too? Fair’s fair." His face was flushed, eyes bright, and I almost said no because if I let him between my legs he might see the tattoo, but I flipped onto my back quickly, knees up, keeping my lower back pressed flat to the mattress so nothing showed.
"Yeah, okay, but don’t choke or I’ll never let you live it down." I tried to sound cocky but my voice came out breathy. Ohm crawled between my thighs, big shoulders blocking the light, and when he took me in his mouth it was clumsy at first, too much teeth, but he learned fast, humming around me while his fingers went back to my hole, three now, stretching carefully.
"Like that?" he asked, popping off for a second, lips shiny, and I grabbed his hair... gently, damn it.... because I couldn’t help it.
"Yeah, fuck, like that, don’t stop, you’re not terrible for a first-timer." I was laughing through the words, hell, but inside it was all messy: he’s different, no claiming, no biting my thighs until they bruise, Ohm sucking me like he wanted to make me feel good and it was terrifying because I loved it.
We kept going like that, back and forth, me riding his fingers while he sucked me, then switching so I could blow him again, both of us talking over each other the whole time.
"Shit, Ye Jun, your mouth..... "
"Shut up and finger me deeper, idiot.... "
"You taste so good, I can’t... "
"Stop complimenting me or I’ll bite your dick off.... "
He laughed into my skin every time I snapped at him, and I kept my positions locked down, never letting him flip me over, never arching my back too much. Tattoo hidden. Safe. For now.
Finally I was shaking, close, and I pushed at his shoulders. "Okay, okay, enough practice. You wanna... you know. Penetrate me? Like actually fuck me?" The words came out rushed because my heart was hammering and part of me still wanted to bolt.
Ohm’s eyes went huge. "You sure? We don’t have to.... "
"I said yes earlier, didn’t I? Stop second-guessing or I’ll change my mind and make you watch me jerk off alone." I was grinning but my hands were sweaty. "Condoms. In my wallet, I use them often with girls hehe . I’m not getting knocked up by your alpha dick or whatever." I lied through my teeth, use them with girls? Yeah right.
He fumbled for one, rolled it on while I stayed on my back, knees to my chest, ass hidden against the sheets. "Tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop."
"God, you’re such a worrier. Just do it already." But when he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, no slamming, no "take my cock, slut," Ohm breathing my name like it was something holy, I had to bite my knuckle to keep from making embarrassing noises. It felt too good. Different. Safe. I can’t fall for this, I thought, but I was secretly loving every second, hips rolling up to meet him, and the revenge voice kept whispering if I make him addicted, Si Woo loses, if I make him come back begging every night then my stepbrother can rot with Lisa for all I care.
"You okay? Feel good?"
I sat up, legs shaky. "I’m so sorry, Bathroom. I gotta piss. Don’t follow me, I’ll be back please."
Ohm laughed, flopping back on the bed. "I’m having blue balls here but alright, Take your time. I’m not moving. I can’t anyway. ."
I grabbed my shirt on the way still keeping everything covered and bolted for the bathroom I’d seen on the way in. Door shut, locked, and I leaned against the sink, breathing hard. The mirror was right there, big and bright, and I turned slow, lifting the hem of my shirt just enough to see it. Si Woo’s name, fresh black ink, right above my ass, still a little red around the edges. I touched it with two fingers, light, and the sting shot straight through me.
Fuck. What the hell was I doing? I’d just let Ohm almost get inside me, gentle and sweet and nothing like the guy who put this on me, and now here I was staring at my stepbrother’s claim like some pathetic reminder.
Ohm addicted he loses, but guilt was louder now, because Ohm didn’t deserve to be my revenge toy, not when he looked at me like that, not when he kissed me like I was worth something. I can’t fall for this, I told myself again, but my eyes were stinging and I wanted to cry after all the laughing we’d done five minutes ago.
I traced the letters once more, skin hot under my fingers. Should I just jump out the bathroom window right now? Run barefoot through his stupid giant yard, steal his car, disappear before he sees this and asks questions I can’t answer? Or do something else, like tell him it’s a stupid ex thing and hope he doesn’t hate me? Yurp he will, that’s my stepbrother. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. I stood there staring at the tattoo in the mirror, fingers still pressed to Si Woo’s name, and everything felt too raw, too sad after how hard I’d been laughing with Ohm on that bed. I didn’t know what the hell to do next. I just knew I couldn’t stay in here forever, but I also couldn’t face him without figuring out how to keep lying.
