Ye jun
I woke up with Si Woo’s arm locked around my waist like so kind of possessive seatbelt, his chest glued to my back, and my whole body still screaming from yesterday’s bullshit. Every muscle ached in the best-worst way possible, my ass still felt the ghost of his soapy fingers pushing in deep, my throat was raw from swallowing him twice like an idiot, and worst of all my dick was already hard and throbbing like it had a personal grudge against for not letting it finish last night. I stared at the wall with pure murder in my eyes. I let this lunatic spoon all night like I’m his personal body pillow. Kill now. Just roll out the window and end it. Throw into traffic. Anything.
He stirred behind , slow and lazy, that big warm hand sliding straight down my stomach without even asking permission, fingers wrapping around my morning wood like it belonged to him. No hello, no good morning, just straight to claiming. "Still mad?" he murmured, voice all gravelly and smug right against my ear, thumb already brushing the head like he was saying good morning to it personally. "Fckkkk. ans you’re thinking about ."
I shoved at his arm, or at least I tried to, but my stupid hips pushed back into him instead and my dick jumped in his grip like a traitor dog happy to see its owner. "Thinking about murdering you, maybe," I snapped, voice cracking because yeah, I was still half-leaking from the edging and my body clearly hadn’t gotten the mo that we hated him. "Get your hand off my dick, you clingy octopus. It’s not a stress ball. It’s attached to , not you."
He laughed, low and right into my neck, tightening his arm so I couldn’t even wiggle away an inch. "Your dick is a heat-seeking missile, Ye Jun. Pointing straight at every single morning. Cute." His hips rolled once, slowly and deliberate, pressing his own half-hard cock right between my cheeks just to remind it was there, thick and hot and already waking up. "No cuming until I say. Your na’s going sowhere permanent today, so you’re staying nice and desperate for . Dripping. Begging. All mine."
My brain short-circuited. Permanent. The word hit like a slap. Tattoo? na inked sowhere nobody else could see? Or worse, sowhere they could? A brand? An actual fucking collar with a little tag that says Property of Si Woo in fancy script? My stomach flipped hard, half terror, half sothing hotter and dumber that I refused to na out loud. "What the hell does that even an?" I hissed, trying to twist around but he just pinned tighter, one hand still lazily stroking base to tip, not enough pressure, never enough, just enough to make my thighs shake. "Si Woo, I swear on every god if you tattoo your na on my ass I will cut it off myself and mail it back to you in a box."
"Shh." He pinched my nipple with his free hand, rolling it slowly and an while his thumb circled the head of my dick again, stopping right when my breath hitched and a pathetic little sound slipped out. "Stop asking questions or I’ll edge you right here until you cry again. You liked crying for last night, didn’t you? All teary and mad and still humping my hand like you needed it more than air."
"I did not..." I started, but he squeezed the base hard and my voice died in a pathetic groan that echoed in my own ears. My legs were shaking already and we’d only been awake two minutes. Perfect. Just perfect. I hated how easy it was for him to turn into this shaking ss.
Downstairs I heard Mom’s voice calling up the stairs, bright and way too cheerful for this early hour. "Boys! Breakfast is ready! Co eat before it gets cold!"
Si Woo froze for half a second, then grinned against my shoulder like the devil himself just got the best idea. "We’re busy!" he yelled back, voice all innocent like he wasn’t currently jerking off under the blanket with slow, evil strokes. "Ye Jun’s still half-dead from yesterday, we’ll eat up here!"
I elbowed him in the ribs as hard as I could, felt the solid thump of muscle, and he didn’t even flinch. "What the fuck are you saying?" I whispered furiously. "They’re gonna think we’re up here doing god knows what, which we are, you absolute moron!"
"Planning for the company," he added louder, still stroking slowly and evil, thumb dragging right under the head every ti I tried to breathe steady. "Or recovering. Whatever works. Just bring us a tray, Mom, thanks! We’re starving!"
Dad grumbled sothing about lazy teenagers from downstairs, voice muffled through the floor, but Mom just laughed that soft mom laugh and said she’d leave it by the door in ten minutes, no problem. I wanted to die. Actually die. Crawl under the bed and never co out. "You absolute psychopath," I whispered, because now we were trapped in the room together with parents right downstairs and his hand still owning my dick like it was his favorite toy. "If they walk in here and see you with your hand down my pants I’m jumping out the window head first."
"They won’t." He bit my shoulder lightly, teeth grazing just enough to make jolt, then rolled onto my back so he could look down at , eyes dark and way too pleased with himself. "ans we get to eat in bed like good boys. You on my lap. My hand between your legs the whole ti. Beg nicely or starve. Simple rules."
I opened my mouth to tell him exactly where he could shove his lap idea, but he just kissed quick and dirty, tongue sliding in like he owned that too, and I ended up biting his lip instead of yelling because my brain was too busy shorting out. "You’re going to get us both disowned," I muttered when he pulled back, panting like an idiot, lips swollen and wet.
"Worth it." He finally let go of my dick....thank god, for like three seconds but only to grab my hips and haul up so I was straddling his thigh, morning wood pressed against his stomach while he grinned up at like he won the lottery. "Stay right there until the tray cos. Think of it as training."
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