Chapter 80: Chapter 80

Ye Jun

He kept staring at me, my chest still heaving, water dripping off his hair. Then he laughed,”Yeah. Sure. I agree. We’re done. Totally done.”

I blinked. Wait, what? He agreed? Just like that? Something bad to be wrong, something was fishy. The Ye Si woo I knew would never.

He reached down, thumbs hooking in his waistband, and shoved his wet trousers down. They hit the floor with a slap. His dick sprang out, hard, angry, and right there at the base of inked in sharp black letters curving along the skin right above where his cock met his body: YE JUN.

My brain short-circuited. I stared. Couldn’t look away. “What the actual fuck is that?”

He smirked, stepping closer, dick bobbing with the movement. “Surprise. Got it for you. Thought you’d like it.”

My stomach flipped. Not disgust. Something worse. Heat rushed through me, straight to my dick, and I hated it. Hated how my mouth went dry, how my hands twitched like they wanted to touch. “You’re insane. You tattooed my name on your dick? Like some obsessed psycho?”

“Yep.” He wrapped a hand around himself, gave one slow stroke right over the letters. “And it’s turning you on. Look at you. Eyes all wide, breathing fast. You love it.”

“I do not,” I lied, but my voice came out shaky. I stepped back until my ass hit the tile again. “That’s the ugliest, creepiest thing I’ve ever seen. Get it removed.”

He laughed again, stepping into my space. “Resist then. Go on. Push me out. Tell me how disgusting I am while you’re staring at your own name on my cock.”

I tried. Swear to god I tried. I put both hands on his chest again, shoved as hard as I could. “Get the fuck away from me. I’m not doing this. I’m not touching you ever again.”

But my eyes kept dropping. The letters were right there, bold and permanent, and every time he moved they shifted with his skin. My knees felt weak. My mouth watered like a traitor. “This isn’t fair,” I muttered, more to myself than him. “You can’t just… do that.”

He grabbed my shoulders, gentle this time, guiding me down . “On your knees, Ye Jun. You know you want to.”

I fought it the whole way. My legs bent anyway. The tile was hard under my knees, water still pounding my back, but I didn’t care. I looked up at him, pissed off and horny and so fucking confused. “I hate you.”

“I know,” he said, voice soft for once. “Now show me.”

I wrapped my hand around him first, thumb brushing right over the Y in my name. He hissed. I leaned in, licked a slow stripe from base to tip, tongue tracing every letter like I was reading it. He groaned loud, hand fisting in my wet hair but not pulling. I sucked the head into my mouth, hollowed my cheeks, and went down slowly, taking him deep until my nose pressed against his stomach and my lips touched the tattoo. The suction was tight, wet, noisy because of the water and spit. I pulled back with a pop, strings of saliva connecting us, then dove back down, faster, tongue swirling around the letters every time I got low.

“Fuck,” he breathed, hips twitching. “Ye Jun… shit, I didn’t know it’d feel like that. Your name right there and you’re sucking it like you own it.”

I hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs shake. Pulled off just to bite the skin next to the tattoo, teeth sinking in hard enough to hurt, then soothed it with my tongue. He jerked, cursing. I went back to sucking, bobbing fast, one hand stroking what I couldn’t fit, the other cupping his balls, rolling them gentle then tugging a little because I knew he liked the edge. Spit ran down my chin, mixed with shower water. I sucked harder, cheeks hollow, eyes watering but locked on his face. He looked wrecked, mouth open, eyes blown wide.

“God, you’re too good at this,” he groaned. “That mouth… fuck, slow down or I’m gonna…. ”

I didn’t slow down. I took him deeper, throat relaxing, and swallowed around him while my teeth grazed the tattoo again, biting just enough to sting. He came the first time with a shout, hips bucking, flooding my mouth. I swallowed every drop, kept sucking through it, milking him until he was shaking. Pulled off breathing hard, strings of cum and spit dripping, then licked down to his balls, sucked one into my mouth, tongue working while my hand stroked him back to full hardness. He was sensitive, cursing and laughing at the same time.

“Ye Jun, you little shit, you’re gonna kill me.”

I switched to the other ball, sucked harder, then took his whole cock back in, sloppy and fast and desperate. The second time he came I felt it building, his thighs tensing, the tattoo jumping under my lips. I bit down right on the letters again, hard, and he exploded, groaning my name like a prayer and a curse. I swallowed again, slower this time, savoring the way he twitched and panted.

He was breathing like he’d run a marathon. Hands gentle now, sliding under my arms, pulling me up slowly until I was standing again. He kissed me soft, tasting himself on my tongue, one hand cupping my face like I was something breakable. “That’s who you are,” he whispered against my mouth. “That’s exactly where you’re meant to be. On your knees under me. My little maniac.”

I pulled back just enough to glare, chest heaving, tears mixing with the water on my face now because fuck everything. “I’ll never be that. Never. You can’t make me.”

He smiled, small and dangerous and sad all at once, thumb wiping under my eye. “Wait and watch.”

And that was it. He just stood there, looking at me like the fight wasn’t over, like it was only getting started.

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