Chapter 113
Ye jun
Si Woo’s fingers stilled for a second then thrust deeper, harder, and he bit down on my nipple just enough to make me yelp. "Ohm? Really? You’re gonna bring him up while my fingers are buried in your ass? Bold move, Ye Jun. Real bold." He spanked my ass again with his other hand, the smack echoing, and then went back to pumping his fingers in and out, faster now, curling every time to nail that spot. My cock jumped and leaked more, and I could see him staring at it with this satisfied grin that made me want to kick him and kiss him at the same time.
"Shut up," I shot back, but it came out weak because pleasure was building fast, my balls tightening, my hole fluttering around his fingers. I missed this so much it scared me a little, the way he knew exactly how to play my body like he’d studied it for years, which he kinda had. "You’re the one who’s obsessed, chaining me up every time you get jealous. Grow a pair and just admit you can’t handle me talking to anyone else."
He laughed, the sound dark and full of sarcasm, and pulled his fingers almost all the way out before shoving three back in, stretching me wider. "Obsessed? Baby bro you’re the one whose legs are shaking and whose pretty little hole is dripping all over my hand. Look at you leaking like a faucet." His mouth moved to the other tit, sucking greedily, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and I felt the pull all the way to my cock. Another spank landed, then another, turning my ass hot and sore in the best way, and I couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped even though I tried to turn it into a curse.
"Fuck you Si Woo, that... that doesn’t mean anything," I panted, yanking at the cuffs even though it made my wrists ache. My body was betraying me hard, hips rocking back to meet his fingers, chasing the feeling, loving every second of being spread out and used like this. I was right where I wanted to be, under him, feeling him everywhere, but I kept the act going because if he knew how much I craved it he’d get even cockier and I wasn’t ready to give him that win yet. "You’re just... just some asshole who thinks spanking and sucking makes him hot shit. Newsflash it doesn’t."
Si Woo lifted his head again, eyes locked on mine, and his fingers kept working me open, slick sounds filling the room along with my ragged breathing. "Keep lying to yourself. I can feel how much you love it. Your ass is clenching every time I spank it." He demonstrated by landing two more hard smacks, one on each cheek, and I moaned before I could catch it, face heating up. He smirked wider, leaning down to suck on my tit again, tongue flicking fast while his fingers crooked just right.
The pleasure kept stacking, my cock so hard it hurt, leaking steadily now, and I felt that edge creeping closer even though he wasn’t even touching my dick. I loved it, loved the burn in my ass from the spanks, loved his mouth on my chest making my nipples ache in that good way, loved how he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered even when he was being a total dick about it. But I snapped instead, voice shaky, "You’re leaking too you know. I can see your jeans all wet at the front like a horny teenager. Pathetic."
That got him. He pulled his fingers out suddenly, making me whine at the empty feeling, and he sucked them before grabbing more lube. "Horny teenager? Says the guy begging with his body." He didn’t wait, just pushed three fingers back in deep and started thrusting them steady, his other hand coming up to flick and pinch my nipples while his mouth followed, sucking hard enough to make me see stars. The rhythm had me gasping, back arching, ass pushing down to take more, and the sarcasm started slipping because it felt too good.
"Si Woo... fuck... slow down, and gross did you just leak those fingers," I muttered, but it wasn’t really a complaint, more like I was losing the fight to sound unaffected. My emotions were all over the place, anger from earlier mixing with this deep needy feeling I got only with him, the kind that made my chest tight and my eyes sting a little because I did miss him like this, missed feeling claimed and wanted even if it came with the crazy. He spanked me again mid-thrust and I yelped, then laughed breathlessly. "You’re enjoying this way too much you weirdo."
"Damn right I am and I did, this is why I say your ass is mine cuz I love sucking on these babies as much as I can ," he said around my nipple, voice muffled and smug. He switched sides again, sucking the other one while his fingers sped up, scissoring and curling, hitting that spot over and over until my legs were trembling. I could see the wet spot on his jeans growing, his cock straining hard, and knowing he was just as worked up made something warm bloom in my stomach. I loved exactly where I was, cuffed and sore and dripping for him, but I still managed one more jab. "Bet you can’t even last five minutes once you’re inside. All talk as usual."
He bit down lightly in response, then soothed it with his tongue, hand spanking my ass in quick succession that had me moaning louder than I meant to. The pain and pleasure blurred together, my hole clenching tight around his fingers, my cock twitching untouched, and I felt myself getting closer without meaning to. The back and forth kept going, me snapping weak insults between gasps, him laughing and thrusting and sucking like he had something to prove, our voices overlapping sometimes when I tried to talk over him and he just kept going.
"Admit it Ye Jun, you missed my mouth on your tits," he said, pulling off with a wet pop and blowing cool air on the wet skin, making me shiver.
"Did not," I shot back instantly, even as my body jerked. "Feels like a dog slobbering on me."
Another spank. "Dog? Your hole’s begging like one." His fingers went deeper, faster, and I felt the edge right there, my balls drawing up, pleasure coiling tight.
"Si Woo stop... I can’t..." But I didn’t want him to stop, not really, and the words tumbled out messy because my brain was short circuiting from how good it felt, from how much I loved being right here taking everything he gave.
He kept at it, mouth back on my chest, sucking one nipple then the other, hand spanking and rubbing my sore ass while his fingers worked me open relentlessly. I was a mess, leaking all over, hips rolling, cuffs rattling every time I pulled, and the sarcasm mixed with real frustration and want until I couldn’t hold the act anymore. My voice cracked on the next moan and before I could think I was begging, the words slipping out unconscious and raw. "Please Si Woo... just fuck me already... I need it... fuck me..."
The second it left my mouth I wanted to take it back but it was too late. Si Woo froze for half a second then pulled his fingers out slow, that smirk spreading across his face like he’d won the lottery. "There it is. Knew you couldn’t keep pretending forever." His eyes were dark and satisfied, like he knew exactly who I was and what I needed, and it made my face burn with and relief at the same time.
He didn’t waste time after that. Si Woo grabbed my legs, hoisting them up and over his shoulders in one smooth move, folding me basically in half so my ass was right there exposed and ready. His cock was out now, hard and leaking just as much as I’d accused him of, and he lined up, the blunt head pressing against my hole, teasing but not pushing in yet. He looked down at me with that smirk still plastered on, breathing heavy, like he was about to devour me whole right there and then.
And that’s when my heart really started hammering because I knew whatever came next was going to wreck me all over again, and part of me couldn’t wait while the other part was already dreading how much I’d love every second of it.