CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 62

Yu Jin’s POV

The room reeked of sex, sweat, and the take-out containers we never bothered to throw away. Sunlight came through the half-closed blinds in thin gold lines, falling across the bed where Park Min was curled against my chest.

For once, I wasn’t hard.

I just wanted to hold him.

He had woken up an hour ago, slow and quiet. No yelling. No "this never happens again." He just rolled over, pressed his face into my neck, and whispered, "Cuddle me. Please. Just... hold me for a bit."

So I did.

My arms wrapped around him tight. One hand stroked his hair, the other rested on the small of his back. His breathing was soft and even. He felt warm, small, safe, well apparently he was bigger than me but..... I kissed the top of his head over and over, like I could make up for the bruises with gentle lips.

"This is nice," he mumbled into my skin. "I like this."

"Me too," I said, and meant it.

We stayed like that for a long time. No talking. Just breathing together. I thought maybe we were finally okay again.

Then my hand moved on its own.

It started innocently just tracing circles on his lower back. Then lower. Under the waistband of the loose sweatpants he was wearing. My fingers slid over the curve of his ass, slow and lazy.

He tensed a little, but didn’t pull away.

"Yu Jin..." His voice was soft, warning.

"I know, I know," I whispered. "I just want to touch. That’s all."

My palm cupped one cheek, squeezed gently. He sighed, half-annoyed, half-something else.

I kept going. Fingers slipping between his legs from behind, brushing over his hole. It was still swollen, tender. He flinched.

"Yu Jin, stop."

But I was already hard again. I couldn’t help it.

" The last three days had been nothing but fucking morning, afternoon, night. Eating, sleeping, showering, everything ended with you inside me. You’re now addicted, it’s becoming concerning, where are you getting that strength from, what are you?." he was genuinely worried.

"I just want to eat you," I said against his ear, voice low. "Let me taste you one more time. Please."

He laughed, but it sounded tired. "You said that yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that."

I rolled him onto his stomach gently and tugged his pants down to his thighs.

"Yu Jin..."

"Shh. Just my tongue. I promise."

I spread him open and licked a slow line up his rim. He jerked, moaned despite himself. He was still loose, still tasting like me from earlier.

I couldn’t stop.

I licked and sucked and pushed my tongue inside until he was shaking again, pushing back on my face, crying quietly into the pillow.

When I pulled back, my phone was already in my hand.

"Let me record it," I said, breathless. "I want to watch later. I want to see your hole take my tongue. Please, baby."

He lifted his head, hair messy, eyes wide and confused.

"What?"

"Come on," I said, already opening the camera. "Sit on my face. I’ll lie down, you just lower yourself. I’ll film from below. It’ll be so pretty."

He stared at me like I’d lost my mind.

"Yu Jin... listen to yourself WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!"

I wasn’t listening.

I lay back, pulled him on top of me, guided his knees on either side of my head. He hovered, uncertain.

"Sit," I said, voice rough.

He hesitated... then slowly lowered himself.

The second his ass touched my mouth, I groaned loud and filthy. My tongue pushed inside again. I held the phone up, recording everything, his swollen rim, the way he trembled, the little sounds he couldn’t hold back.

He lasted maybe two minutes before he started grinding down, chasing it, tears in his eyes again.

"You crazy son of a bitch...!!!"

I dropped the phone, grabbed his hips, and flipped us so fast he gasped.

I pushed into him in one thrust.

No lube and no warning.

He screamed, back arching off the bed.

I fucked him hard and fast, like I hadn’t just had him an hour ago. Like I hadn’t had him twenty times in three days.

His nails dug into my arms. His eyes rolled back.

"Yu Jin..slowly please ....you lying slutty bastard fuck me hardeerrr no stop stop please..."

I didn’t.

I pounded into him until he was sobbing, until his cock came dry, until his body went limp again and his voice broke into nothing.

When I finally came in him again he was barely conscious, eyes fluttering, mouth open, drooling on the sheets.

I came with a growl, pumping into him, holding him down.

After, when that went down and I slipped out, he didn’t move.

Just lay there, shaking, breathing shallow.

I pulled him into my arms, kissing his sweaty forehead.

"I love you," I whispered.

He didn’t answer for a long time.

Then, so quiet I almost missed it:

"We need to see a doctor."

I froze.

He turned his face into my chest, voice cracked and small.

"Yu Jin... something’s wrong with you. With us. Three days. Non-stop. You’re not eating. You’re not sleeping. You don’t even ask if I’m okay. I’m bleeding a little. My hole won’t close properly. I can’t walk straight. And you just... keep going."

I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

He looked up at me, eyes red and scared.

"I’m not saying no to sex. I’m saying... this isn’t normal. You’re not normal right now. Your pheromones are off the charts. I can smell you from across the room and it makes me wet even when I’m in pain. Something’s broken."

I stared at him.

He reached up, touched my cheek gently.

"We need a check-up. Both of us. My ass hurts as fuck. Tomorrow. Promise me."

I swallowed hard.

The guilt hit like a truck.

I’d been so lost in him, in owning him, in breeding him over and over, I didn’t see he was breaking.

I nodded slowly.

"Okay," I whispered. "Tomorrow. I promise."

He curled back into me, shaking.

I held him tight and didn’t move my hands lower this time.

For the first time in three days, I just held him.

And didn’t fuck him again.