The Tyrant's Secret fetish Chapter 143

Si woo

I woke up the next morning with Ye Jun already complaining before I even opened my eyes. He shoved my hand off his bump and rolled away as much as his body let him, which wasn’t far because his belly had gotten big enough to make everything a whole production. "Your dick ruined my life," he muttered into the pillow, voice all scratchy from sleep and leftover grumpiness. "I can still feel where you hamred yesterday. Everything hurts and it’s your fault."

I blinked at the ceiling for a second, trying to wake up properly. My hand wanted to reach for him again out of habit but I stopped myself. Pelvic rest. Right. That stupid phrase the doctor dropped like a bomb. "Morning to you too, mama. Baby still kicking?"

"He won’t stop. Or she. Whatever. Feels like a little boxer in there now that I’m not getting any sleep because of you." Ye Jun pushed himself up slowly, wincing the whole way, one hand on his lower back. He glared at over his shoulder like I’d personally betrayed him. "And don’t even think about offering to help to the bathroom. I can walk."

I sat up anyway and watched him shuffle across the room. Every step looked uncomfortable and he kept muttering under his breath about idiots who can’t control themselves. By the ti he ca back I had water and so crackers ready on the nightstand because I wasn’t completely useless. He eyed the stuff like it might bite him.

"You think crackers fix a wrecked ass? Cute." He took the water though and drank half of it in one go. Then he set it down hard and flopped back against the pillows. "I miss sex. Already. This is bullshit. Two weeks? I’ll die."

I laughed before I could stop myself. "It’s been like twelve hours, Ye Jun. Calm down."

"Calm down?" His voice went up and he slapped my arm. "You calm down. You’re not the one leaking and sore and pregnant with a kid who probably already hates us because his dads can’t keep their hands off each other. I want you to fuck so bad right now it’s making pissed off."

He said it straight like that, no filter, and my body reacted even though my brain knew better. I shifted on the bed and tried to play it cool. "The doctor said reduce. A lot. We almost lost it yesterday, rember? I’m not risking that again just because you’re horny."

Ye Jun’s face did that thing where it flipped from mad to sothing softer for half a second. "Oh so now you’re Mr Responsible. After you had bent over the sink yelling harder. Hypocrite." He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand toward his thigh. "At least touch . Properly. I need sothing."

I let him move my hand but I kept it light, rubbing his leg slow and careful. He made this frustrated noise and tried to push lower. "Not like that. Stop treating like glass. I want your mouth or your hand or sothing real. This gentle shit is annoying."

"You were crying about the blood yesterday," I reminded him, but I still slid down the bed because apparently I had zero willpower. I kissed his thigh first, then higher, keeping everything slow on purpose. When I finally took him in my mouth he groaned loud and his fingers went straight into my hair. For a minute it felt good, normal, him cursing under his breath and rocking up a little. Then he hissed sharp and pushed my shoulder.

"Wait. Fuck. That angle hurts my back." He sounded mad at his own body. "Try from the side. No, not that side. God, Si Woo, use your brain."

I pulled off and wiped my mouth, breathing hard. "This is what you wanted, right? Now you’re directing traffic like a pissed off traffic cop."

"Because you’re bad at being gentle, that’s why." He rolled onto his side facing and grabbed my hand again, guiding it between his legs. "Like this. Slow. And don’t you dare push inside even a finger. I swear I’ll kill you."

I worked him with my hand, careful, watching his face the whole ti. He kept his eyes squeezed shut at first, biting his lip, making these little sounds that went straight to my dick. Then his breathing got ragged and he started talking. "Miss your cock so much. Hate this. Hate that I can’t just ride you until I forget my na. You’re probably enjoying this torture, aren’t you?"

"Enjoying watching you suffer? A little," I admitted, grinning even though I was aching. I sped up my hand just a fraction and he moaned, then imdiately winced.

"Too much. Slow down." His voice cracked. One second he was pushing into my fist, the next he was pulling away and rubbing his eyes hard. "This sucks. I feel disgusting and empty and my tits hurt and I just want to feel full and wrecked and now I can’t even co right because everything’s wrong."

I stopped moving my hand completely. "Hey. You were close. We can keep going."

"No. Forget it." He shoved my arm away and turned his face into the pillow. His shoulders shook once. "I hate this. I hate feeling like this. One minute I want to bite your head off, the next I want to cry because the baby might have gotten hurt because I needed it rough. What kind of parent does that make already?"

His voice went small on the last part and that hit harder than any complaining. I moved up the bed and wrapped around him from behind without putting pressure on his belly. "You’re the kind that’s still here. Still letting touch you even when you’re mad. Baby’s fine. Heartbeat was strong, rember?"

Ye Jun didn’t answer for a long minute. He just breathed shaky and held onto my arm across his chest. Then he sniffed and muttered, "Your hand slls like my dick now. Gross."

I laughed into his hair. "That’s what you get for being greedy five seconds after waking up."

We stayed like that until his stomach growled loud enough for both of us to hear. I made him breakfast after that, nothing fancy, just eggs and toast, and he ate it in bed while complaining about the texture and how my cooking sucked but he kept taking bites anyway. Every few minutes he’d reach over and poke my leg or my arm like he needed to make sure I was still there annoying him.

By afternoon he was restless again. "This bed is too soft. My back hurts. Carry to the couch."

"I’m not carrying you anywhere. Doctor said take it easy, not turn into your personal slave." I said it but I still helped him walk over there, one arm around his waist. He leaned on more than he needed to, I could tell.

On the couch he tried again. This ti he got my shorts down and pald , stroking lazy while he complained. "Look at this stupid thing. Still hard after everything. You don’t even deserve to feel good."

I groaned and let my head fall back. "You’re the one touching it. Make up your mind if you hate it or not."

"I do hate it. Mostly." He squeezed a little harder and I cursed. Then he shifted wrong and sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Ow. Fuck. Even this position pulls sothing. This is impossible."

I sat up fast and fixed my shorts. "See? We’re stopping. No more attempts today."

Ye Jun looked ready to argue but then his face crumpled and he rubbed his bump in slow circles. "I just miss you. Inside. The real way. Not this careful bullshit. Feels like we’re broken now."

"We’re not broken." I pulled him against my side and kissed the top of his head even though he tried to duck away. "We’re just on pause. Two weeks and then I’ll wreck you again like you want. Promise."

He snorted but stayed pressed close. "Two weeks. I’ll count every day and make you pay for it later."

The next morning we had the follow-up appointnt. Ye Jun made drive extra slow the whole way, one hand on his bump and the other gripping my thigh like he thought I’d hit every pothole on purpose. "If this doctor flirts with again I’m blaming you. Your jealous face is funny but I don’t need more embarrassnt."

"You liked it last ti," I shot back, eyes on the road. "Blushing like a school kid while he called you charming."

"I did not blush. Shut up." He pinched my leg hard. "And if you get possessive in the room I’ll kick you. Or try to. My legs feel heavy today."

At the hospital they put us in the sa exam area. Ye Jun changed into the gown muttering the whole ti about how his ass was still showing and how hospitals sucked. I sat in the chair next to the bed and tried not to stare too hard at his bare legs.

The curtain pulled back and Dr. Kang walked in, sa perfect smile, sa way his scrubs fit a little too well. "Mr. Ye Jun, good to see you again. And Si Woo, right?" He nodded at but his eyes went right back to Ye Jun. "How’s the spotting? Any more bleeding?"

"Almost none," Ye Jun said, shifting on the table. "Just a little when I move too fast."

Dr. Kang pulled up the stool close to the bed, closer than he needed to. "That’s good progress. You’re looking better too. Glow is still there." He checked the chart and then listened to the belly with the doppler, smiling when the heartbeat filled the room. "Strong as ever. You’re doing great carrying him. Or her."

I cleared my throat loud. "We both are. Carrying. Together."

Ye Jun shot a look that said shut up but his cheeks were already pink again. Dr. Kang didn’t miss it. He chuckled and kept the doppler in place. "Support system is important. Especially with pelvic rest. A lot of couples struggle with the no penetration rule."

"No penetration?" Ye Jun repeated, voice going higher. "You said reduce before. Now it’s no penetration?"

Dr. Kang nodded, still smiling that smooth smile. "For at least the next two weeks, yes. To be safe. But there are other ways to stay close. Mutual masturbation, for example. Oral. External stimulation. As long as nothing goes inside and there’s no pressure on the cervix." He said it all clinical but the way he looked at Ye Jun made it sound like he was imagining it. "So patients find it helpful to explore new positions that avoid deep thrusting entirely. Side-lying can be good. Or one partner simply watching the other pleasure themselves. Keeps the intimacy without the risk."

I felt my jaw lock up. This guy was giving us sex advice like he wanted to demonstrate it personally. "We’ll figure it out ourselves, doc. Thanks."

Ye Jun elbowed without looking. "Ignore him. He’s territorial because you smiled at last ti." But he was biting his lip and I could see the flush spreading down his neck. He liked the attention. Bastard.

Dr. Kang laughed softly and put the doppler away. "Nothing wrong with a little jealousy. Shows he cares. You’re a lucky man, Ye Jun. Handso partner, strong baby, and you’re handling the hormones and restrictions with humor. Not everyone does." He leaned in a bit while checking the IV spot from last ti even though Ye Jun didn’t need one today. "If the frustration gets too high, you can always page . I can talk you through safe options. Personally."

"Personally," I repeated, louder than I ant to. I stood up and moved closer to the bed, putting my hand on Ye Jun’s shoulder. "He’s got for that. We’ll manage the frustration fine."

Ye Jun looked between us, eyes wide, then he started laughing. Short at first, then harder until he had to hold his bump. "Oh my god. Both of you. Stop. Si Woo, your face. And you, doctor, you’re really laying it on thick while I’m half naked on this table."

Dr. Kang stood up with a grin, not even sorry. "Just doing my job. Making sure patients feel supported. Call if you need anything. Anything at all."