The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 25

Ye Jun

Mom knocked again, louder this time, her voice muffled through the door but sharp enough to make my blood freeze. "Boys? I thought I heard something. Ye-jun, are you in there too?"

Si-woo hissed right in my ear, his breath hot and panicked, "Get under the covers... hide... shut up, now!"

I panic-whispered back, scrambling to pull the sheet over us both, my heart slamming so hard I thought it’d bust out of my chest, "Hide the lube fuck, the tie is still on the headboard your dick is literally touching my leg, move!"

"Shh! Just pretend you’re asleep. Or dead. Preferably dead," Si-woo snapped back, yanking the tie off quickly and shoving it under the pillow, his body tense against mine as we both went still, barely breathing, the room dead silent except for our hearts racing like crazy.

Mom lingered out there, I could hear her shifting her weight, then she muttered, "I swear I heard voices... okay, good night then," and finally, footsteps retreating down the hall, fading away.

The second the hall went quiet, we both exhaled explosively, collapsing into each other, hysterical whispered laughter bubbling up because holy shit, that was too close, way too fucking close. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

I wheezed, face buried in his shoulder, trying not to laugh loud, "I almost died with your cum still inside me.."

Si-woo snorted, his chest shaking against mine, "Shut up, I’m hard again from the fear. "

Neither of us could calm down, adrenaline pumping like we’d just robbed a bank or something, and his hand was already back on my dick, stroking slowly, teasing, like the scare flipped some switch in him.

"We can’t...Mom could come back she literally just.... " I started, grabbing his wrist but not stopping him, because fuck, it felt good, my body still buzzing from before.

"Exactly. That’s why it’s hot. One more. Quiet this time. Swear," Si-woo cut me off, flipping me onto my stomach quick, face shoved into the pillow, and he was behind me, sliding back in still slick from before, easy and deep.

I bit the pillow to muffle my groan, his hand clamping over my mouth anyway, super shallow grinding thrusts to keep the bed from creaking too loud, each one hitting just right, building fast.

"Fuck.... quiet," he whispered, but his voice cracked, hips rolling slowly , hand tight on my mouth, the other gripping my hip hard.

I nodded under his palm, pushing back against him, the risk making it hotter, stupider, and we came quick, me spilling into the sheets, him deep inside again, both biting back moans that turned into choked laughs as we collapsed, panting.

"Insane," I muttered, rolling over to face him, wiping sweat off my forehead. "We’re actually insane."

He grinned, pulling me close, kissing my temple. "Yeah, but worth it. Go to sleep now, for real. Morning’s gonna suck."

Morning did suck, alarm blaring at 7 a.m., both of us groaning and untangling from the messy sheets, quick showers separate to avoid temptation, then downstairs acting normal like we hadn’t almost gotten busted twice in one night.

Mom was in the kitchen, humming as she made coffee, and she shot us this look when we walked in. "You two look tired. Late night?"

Si-woo grabbed a mug, pouring quickly. "Yeah, I couldn’t sleep. Noisy stuff. "

I snorted into my cereal, kicking him under the table. "Noisy? That’s rich coming from you."

He kicked back, smirking. "Shut up, eat your food."

Dad shuffled in, grumbling about work, and thank fuck the conversation shifted to boring stuff like traffic in Seoul, no more questions about noises.

But then it was time for work, both of us heading out together because we worked at the same marketing firm Si-woo as a senior designer, me as a junior assistant, which was how this whole mess started anyway, him bossing me around at the office long before he started doing it in bed.

In the car, traffic crawling, I leaned back, watching him drive, feeling this smug rush because after last night, after all the begging and the "I love you"s, I figured I had him wrapped around my finger now, like he owed me for the scares, for the risks, and today? Today I was prepping this big presentation for the team meeting, my first real one, and I expected him to back me up, be all nice and supportive, no more of his usual nitpicking bullshit.

"You gonna be on my side today?" I asked, poking his arm. "No contradicting me in front of everyone like last time. I got this presentation nailed."

He glanced over, smiling easy. "Yeah, sure. You’re the boss today, Ye-jun. I’ll just sit there and nod like a good boy."

I laughed, punching his shoulder lightly. "Good boy? Save that for later, perv."

Work started normal, office buzzing with people typing and phones ringing, me at my desk finalizing the slides pitching this new campaign for a coffee brand, all about trendy social media tie-ins, stuff I knew Si-woo would love since he designed the visuals.

He swung by my desk mid-morning, coffee in hand for me. "Here, fuel up. Slides look good from what I saw."

"Thanks," I said, taking it, feeling that warm buzz again because see? Wrapped around my finger. "Team meeting at noon. Don’t embarrass me."

He winked. "I wouldn’t dream of it."

Noon hit, conference room packed, boss at the head, everyone settling in, and I stood up front, clicking through slides, nerves kicking but steady because I’d practiced this shit.

"So, for the campaign, we’re targeting Gen Z with short-form videos on TikTok and Instagram Reels, tying in user-generated content think challenges where people share their coffee moments with our branded designs," I said, pointing to the mockups Si-woo had helped with.

Boss nodded. "Sounds fresh. Si-woo, thoughts on the visuals?"

Si-woo leaned back, all casual. "Yeah, the designs pop. Ye-jun nailed the concept."

I grinned inside, keeping it going. "And budget-wise, we keep it low by partnering with micro-influences, under 10k followers, higher engagement rates."

A few murmurs of agreement, and I felt on top, like this was my moment.

But then Si-woo cleared his throat, sitting up straighter. "Wait, micro-influencers? That might not scale. We’ve tried that before, remember? Engagement’s high, but reach is shit. We need at least mid-tier to hit the numbers."

I blinked, turning to him. "What? But the data shows... "

"Data’s old," he cut in, voice sharper now, gesturing at the slide. "Look, your projections are optimistic, but in reality, micro-influencers flake half the time. Waste of time chasing them."

Boss raised an eyebrow. "Valid point. Ye-jun?"

I forced a smile, but inside I was boiling. "No, the stats from last quarter... "

"Last quarter was a fluke," Si-woo interrupted again, leaning forward, eyes on me but hard now. "You’re ignoring the drop-off rates. This’ll tank if we don’t go bigger."

"Si-woo, come on," I snapped, forgetting the room for a second. "You helped with this... why are you.... "

"Because it’s my job to point out flaws," he shot back, voice rising. "Not just pat you on the back. This presentation’s half-baked filters are generic, challenges overdone. Redo it."

The room went quiet, everyone shifting awkward, boss coughing. "Alright, let’s discuss... "

But I couldn’t stop, anger flaring hot. "Half-baked? Damn it!"

"Language, Ye-jun," Si woo warned.

Si-woo stood up halfway, yelling now. "Because I didn’t want to crush your ego before! But this? This is amateur. Contradicts everything we know works!"

"You’re contradicting yourself!" I yelled back, slamming the clicker down. "You said it was good now you’re tearing it apart? What the hell?"

"Because it sucks!" he shouted, face red. "You’re not ready for this stick to assisting! Dear managing director!"

That hit like a punch, tears pricking my eyes because fuck, after last night, after everything, this? Him humiliating me in front of everyone?