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"It's fucking unfair that he looks like that," Jay scoffs, propping his legs up on the table and taking a swig from his orange soda. He hisses after he gulps, fizz burning his throat on the way down. 

"Who?" Sunghoon asks, taking a glance at Jay and not being able to tell where he's looking due to the sunglasses perched on his nose.

"Lee Heeseung, who else? Bastard's always looking good and flaunting it, too. Get outta here," Jay mumbles, dismissing Heeseung and redirecting his attention to his phone, aimlessly scrolling through Instagram out of spite. 

Sunghoon is not surprised at the fact that Jay is complaining about the unfairness of Lee Heeseung's existence, and he doesn't doubt that Heeseung looks good, but he still wants to see for himself.

Heeseung is sporting tight jeans that hug his figure perfectly and a plain white tee that frames his wide shoulders, and Sunghoon has to agree with Jay—Heeseung does somehow manage to look suspiciously good around campus every single day. It is indeed quite annoying.

"The worst part is that he fucking knows it," Sunghoon chuckles and shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches Heeseung rest his arms over the shoulders of two girls, making them double up in laughter at whatever just came out of his pretty mouth.

"As if you're any better," Jay deadpans, locking his phone and setting it on the table next to his legs. "You both are narcissistic as fuck and it shows, so you can't say shit."

"Oh fuck you," Sunghoon laughs, shaking his head. "I am not like him at all."

Sunghoon should feel offended, but he feels flattered.

Jay scoffs, turning his head to take another glance at Heeseung from afar.

"You know what? You're right, 'cause Jake would be in love with you if you were," he laughs, loud, and Sunghoon frowns. He dismisses Jay with a quick and annoyed whatever, returning back to his food which has gotten cold by now. Great.

Heeseung and Sunghoon never interact—and Sunghoon is fine with that—or so he claims. According to him, he already hears enough about Heeseung from Jake, doesn't need to be his friend. This, paired up with Jay's incessant whining about how it's unfair that dudes like Lee Heeseung exist, make it impossible for Sunghoon to dismiss Heeseung's existence like he wants to, so he doesn't. He has no choice but to acknowledge it.

This is what he hammers into his head day in and day out, brushing away Jake's comments about how handsome Heeseung is and how he's so popular. He knows Jake isn't wrong, he sees the way everyone gawks at Heeseung around campus, but Sunghoon doesn't need a fucking verbal reminder. He gets it.

Heeseung is indeed mesmerizing, although Sunghoon would never admit that. Sometimes, when he watches Heeseung for a bit longer than he should, he starts to think.

He feels like getting closer to Heeseung would be interesting, to say the least. They seem to carry themselves in a similar fashion, taking advantage of their lean frames and long legs to adorn their stride with a flare of confidence that makes people stare. Occasionally, when they cross paths, Heeseung keeps eye contact for a longer than what should be considered normal. It always makes Sunghoon wonder what it would be like to try.

A part of him does want to try to get close to Lee Heeseung, ridiculously attractive and popular upperclassman who happens to be good at everything he does. However, he knows the chances of that happening are rather slim. Although Heeseung seems to know he exists, at the very least, he has a thousand other friends to tend to and has no real interest in mingling with juniors. Or at least he shouldn't, anyway.

Another part of him, however—the painfully prideful and delusional one—never wants to try. This is the exact same part of him that claims he has no choice but to acknowledge Heeseung, the part of him that claims he's just an upperclassman and nothing more. The part of him that tries and tries again to force Heeseung out of his thoughts. 

In secret, Sunghoon knows the truth. He knows it's been too many times he's caught himself pressing his pillow into his face, heels of his feet digging into the mattress late at night so hard the bed creaks as he jerks off shamefully under the covers and thinks of Heeseung's big hands all over him. He's been having thoughts about his senior for months at this point, and passing by him around campus just makes it a whole lot worse. It's fucking painful, a hard jab at his pride and ego.

However, he has an image to uphold too, so he dismisses Heeseung as best as he can—shakes away thoughts about how delightful and dangerous it would be if they were ever alone.

Until they are.

♡ ♡ ♡

"If you wanted me to teach you a lesson in public, you should've just said so, Sunghoon," Heeseung muttered against his neck, biting down on the exposed skin and making Sunghoon jump and grip onto his shoulder as he let out a pained moan. The bite was hard, almost hard enough to tear through his skin, and Sunghoon was melting into his arms from the roughness of it alone. "Shame there's nobody around to watch you give in to me."

Heeseung had Sunghoon pinned against the wall in the middle of a forgotten hallway, thigh lodged between Sunghoon's, rubbing up against his crotch, and Sunghoon's heart was beating so hard and fast he was pretty sure Heeseung could fucking hear it. It's dirty, so fucking dirty, but he can't pull away even if he tried.

"If I would've known we had this tension going on," Heeseung chuckled against his skin, bringing up one of his hands to grab the back of Sunghoon's neck. "I would've embarrassed you like this in front of all my friends." 

Sunghoon thinks then that he could just slip away, leave Heeseung here in the hallway and never talk to him again, but a part of him thinks this must be destiny, and it's the part of him he's tried to silence for so long.

They'd stumbled upon each other in the middle of the empty hallway, and when Heeseung blocked his way and began to talk to him, Sunghoon thought his world was going to collapse. Was it actually happening?

The cocky grin on Heeseung's face and the tone in his voice as he asked Sunghoon if he had a problem with him made Sunghoon want to bite back—and right now, he's not sure if that was a bad idea or his very best idea ever.

"Maybe I just don't fucking like you," Sunghoon gritted out, arms crossed, and Heeseung let out a laugh that echoed down the hall, making Sunghoon gulp at the realization that anyone could join them in the hall at any second, but also at the fact that they were completely alone. Heeseung could do anything to him.

Heeseung inched closer to him, and Sunghoon felt his whole body tense up, because holy fuck—there was no way this wasn't all just a dream. He was expecting either one of his roommates to shake him awake at any moment.

"Tell me, Park Sunghoon," he began, and Sunghoon felt his knees get weak at the fact that Heeseung knew his full name.

"What is it that you dislike about me so much, hm?"

Experimentally, Heeseung placed his hands—hands Sunghoon had dreamed about so many times—on Sunghoon's shoulders and ran them down his arms, back up again, over his chest—and it didn't take much for him to realize Sunghoon was nervous but excited, eyelashes fluttering softly at the touch as he tried to keep up an angry looking expression. It was cute.

"Because when you stare at me, and don't think I don't notice that you do," Heeseung smiled, grabbing a fistful of Sunghoon's shirt and pulling him close. "I don't see a hint of anything but stupid admiration in your eyes. It's like you want me."

"Fuck you," Sunghoon spat out, without thinking, and perhaps he was talking to himself, cursing himself for letting Heeseung figure it out.

That was all it took for Heeseung's eyes to lower and darken in a way that had a knot forming in the pit of Sunghoon's stomach, shrinking into himself when he realized what he'd done.

♡ ♡ ♡ 

They're in an empty room, Heeseung sitting with his legs spread wide open on a chair he hastily grabbed and pulled over, while Sunghoon is kneeled between his thighs, waiting. Patient and willing and pliant for Heeseung, for his touch, for his attention.

"They won't find us here, Sunghoon," Heeseung had whispered into his ear when they entered the dusty room, gripping onto Sunghoon's arm tightly with his left hand and shutting the door behind them with his right. 

"Nobody will hear you. Take that as you will." 

Sunghoon gulped.

He took two steps back, cautious, before Heeseung was following suit and grabbing him by the hips, pulling him roughly against his crotch and making him gasp in surprise. It was all so sudden he didn't have time to do anything as Heeseung started grinding into him, groaning.

"Feel that? We have something to take care of."

That was all it took for Sunghoon to feel tingly inside, a warm feeling that creeped up his neck in such an overwhelming manner he unbuttoned his dress shirt slowly, eyes fixed on the floor in embarrassment, and Heeseung grinned—he knew Sunghoon wasn't going anywhere.

Currently, Heeseung caresses Sunghoon’s cheek with the back of his hand and it's soft—so soft and sweet that Sunghoon almost leans into the touch—feigned kindness as a distraction for what's to come. The sweet taste before the bitter, the calm before the storm.

“You’re so fucking pretty it’s almost funny,” Heeseung laughs, mockingly, holding Sunghoon’s face with both hands. His hands are beautiful yet unbearably rough, a perfect representation of Heeseung and his character.

Sunghoon's heart beats rapidly, he can hear it and feel it, because Heeseung just called him pretty. Sunghoon called him pretty. Sunghoon still feels like he's caught in a dream. He flutters his eyelashes out of instinct, skin tingling from the feeling of Heeseung's warm palms on his cheeks and jaw, and he wishes they could stay like this forever. The feeling of self-hatred that washes over him is overwhelming, because whenever Heeseung makes eye contact with him it knocks the air out of his lungs. When did he let himself become this? 

He wants to let his tongue peek out of his lips and take Heeseung's thumb into the welcoming warmth of his mouth, suck fervently on the digit and cover it in saliva, watch Heeseung suck in a breath while he watches, but he doesn't.

He doesn't. He stays still, like he should. Takes everything Heeseung gives him and asks for nothing more, like he should.

"So pretty, Sunghoon," Heeseung's voice is like velvet and honey, smooth and sweet in a way that leaves Sunghoon addicted, always wanting more. 

His knees fucking hurt and will bruise terribly later, but Sunghoon is so dazed he's not sure how long he's been kneeled between Heeseung's thighs, hands holding on to Heeseung's calves as the older stroked and carressed his face. He lets himself fall back to sit down on his own legs, and while the pressure in his knees is relieved he realizes he's now further away from Heeseung's face, and the new position makes him feel so small. Small and helpless and pathetic.

He's worryingly lost in Heeseung's eyes—beautiful, mesmerizing, terrifying—and while he aimlessly wanders through Heeseung's gaze he shamefully realizes he would let Heeseung do anything to him. 

Anything?

Heeseung smiles then as he leans forward slightly, and it's a sight to behold as he quickly lets both of his thumbs slip into the corners of Sunghoon’s mouth, pushing them into the insides of his cheeks in a way that makes Sunghoon almost instinctively pull away. Sunghoon opens his eyes wide in surprise, and the sight makes Heeseung's cock twitch in his pants because he looks scared and confused. Sunghoon lets a choked sound escape his throat at the unexpected action and he whines in embarrassment after, teeth and tongue exposed in such a degrading manner he feels like he's close to bursting into tears. 

Sunghoon is prideful, cocky, confident—he has an image to uphold, but Heeseung can crush it to pieces with his bare hands. It's easy, really.

Heeseung's mouth is open slightly now, like what he's looking at is breathtaking, and Sunghoon's cheeks are burning—he can feel it, knows Heeseung can feel it too, and it's so humiliating he wants to run away. Flesh and teeth exposed like this, mouth spread wide open, Sunghoon can't comprehend how Heeseung makes it seem like he's appreciating modern art.

The rest of Heeseung's fingers are holding his face in a painfully tight and uncomfortable grip, and Sunghoon lets his tongue hang out of his mouth, eyes nervously scanning over Heeseung’s face which sports a mischievous grin now. Sunghoon thinks Heeseung is breathtakingly beautiful, even when his expression is terrifying and menacing, and he figures that's a big problem.

Heeseung stops for a second and thinks he should go ahead and fuck Sunghoon just like this, fingers hooked into his mouth, make his lips rip and bleed eventually from the stretch while Sunghoon's torso shakes as sobs wreck through it. Refuse to let go even while Sunghoon claws at his arms, making sure to hold on tight until he's pumping him full of cum—wouldn't that be pretty? Wouldn't that teach Sunghoon to be less cocky?

“It would be a crime to not fuck your face while you have such cute glasses on,” he sighs, enjoying the mess of saliva dripping out of the corners of Sunghoon's mouth and down his chin, all the way down his long neck. His thumbs are still pressed hard into the insides of Sunghoon's cheeks, unrelenting. 

“So be good for me and keep them on. Eyes on me, hands behind your back. Maybe I won’t slap you around too much if you do as I say.”

Sunghoon is visibly shaking now, untucking his hands from between his thighs to cross them behind his back obediently. 

"Look at you," Heeseung coos, tilting Sunghoon's head from side to side like he's just an object to play with, plastic between his hands, "are you obedient because you like me or because you're scared?" 

Sunghoon doesn't want to speak, doesn't want to say a thing—but the look in his eyes says scared. 

Heeseung knows he's terrified, and the thought of Sunghoon being so scared it's rendered him speechless makes him go insane. Heeseung fails to see what really terrifies Sunghoon, and it's that undeniable feeling of helplessness—needing and wanting Heeseung to do terrible things to him and being unable to fight it. It eats at him slowly from the inside, leaving a hole wide enough for Heeseung to fuck. 

"No, you're not scared," he sighs, tilting Sunghoon's head back now with the grip he has on him, so far back Sunghoon feels the stretch in his neck, and watching his Adam's apple bob up and down while he gurgles and tries to swallow down some saliva. It's too much, neck glistening with it, so pretty and wet Heeseung feels dizzy.

"Just look at how much you're drooling for me."

Sunghoon doesn't respond, just keeps inhaling through his nose loudly, occasionally gurgling down more drool and squeezing his eyes shut at the discomfort of being held this way. His lips burn from the obscene stretch and his throat feels terribly uncomfortable. 

But it's Heeseung. It doesn't matter.

Heeseung sighs and tilts Sunghoon's head back down once again to look at him. When they're staring into each other's eyes, that's when Sunghoon realizes there's something present in Heeseung's eyes he didn't catch before—dark, dangerous, daring. It's both terrifying and inviting. He doesn't know if he should run or submit further.

"You've got me all worked up, you know that?" Heeseung asks, leaning forward to close the gap between his face and Sunghoon's. From their proximity, Sunghoon can smell Heeseung's cologne and feel his hot breath on his face, and he finds himself so lost in the moment he almost chokes on his own saliva, coughing around Heeseung's thumbs, throat constricting. 

The coughing is enough to have Heeseung pull back with a smile, and for a second he admires the way Sunghoon's throat flutters through his coughs, he can see it perfectly with the way he's got Sunghoon's mouth spread open, and he imagines it fluttering around his cock instead. It makes him beam with excitement, so much he can barely contain it, and he lets his thumbs relax in Sunghoon's mouth enough for Sunghoon to let out a moan of relief. Heeseung pulls out both of his thumbs, marveling at how wet his hands are, twirling them in front of his face as if in awe.

"How could I not be, look at how much you leaked," he comments, bringing one hand to trace over the trails of saliva still running down Sunghoon's neck, and the touch is so light and feathery that Sunghoon feels his knees wobble embarrassingly. 

"Your mouth is just like a pussy."

Sunghoon feels like he was just punched in the chest.

The laugh that leaves Heeseung's throat is loud and jarring, and Sunghoon is so humiliated by his crude words he drops his head, wondering if Heeseung would be able to see the tears threatening to spill from his eyes if he lifts it, hoping he won't grab him and force him to look up. He knows Heeseung would repeat it then, really drill it in, and the thought is enough to send chills up his spine.

Sunghoon dropping his head, glasses sliding down his nose to rest at the tip, looking defeated and exhausted when they haven't even started —it fills Heeseung with indescribable pleasure. Pleasure he wants to keep experiencing for as long as he can.

"Gonna fuck it, gonna fuck it and make you drool more, break that pretty mouth of yours in," Heeseung mutters aimlessly, lost in his sick desires, petting Sunghoon's head with his left hand while his right unbuttons and unzips his jeans hurriedly. The familiar sound of clothes shuffling has Sunghoon shaking. 

Not because he's repulsed, not just because he's scared, but because he also fucking wants it. The realization hits him like a truck, and it's so strong and overbearing he can't stop himself from muttering in a shaky voice,

"F-fuck my mouth, please, Heeseung." 

He hears an overly loud gasp dripping in sarcasm, and he can't see it, but he knows Heeseung is smiling. He can tell.

"Look at you, fucking begging for it. I knew it—the way you run your mouth, the glares you shoot at others, the way you walk around all cocky and confident, it's just a stupid little act."

Sunghoon whimpers and lifts his head to realize Heeseung is already stroking himself. He's slick and glistening with precum, thumb rubbing at his head slowly while the rest of his thick fingers are wrapped firmly around his length, and his size has Sunghoon sucking in a breath through his teeth in surprise, hoping Heeseung doesn't notice how impressed he is. He would make Sunghoon worship his cock for hours on end, slap his face raw with it, redo it ten times, maybe more.

"Want your friends to see you like this. Park Sunghoon, the Park Sunghoon, on his knees begging to get his face fucked."

Sunghoon shudders, head dropping once more out of shame as he feels his cheeks burn. It seems as if the humiliation will never stop, and every twitch of his cock inside his jeans makes Sunghoon's temperature spike a couple degrees. He's repulsed by this version of himself, and yet all he wants to do is fuck his own fist while he hugs Heeseung's legs, kissing his skin over his pants and hearing him chuckle above him at the gesture.

Heeseung stares at him, cock hard and heavy in his hand, and he leans forward a bit to hiss out, 

"Want my friends to see you too, show all of them, let Beomgyu cum down your throat once I'm done with you—" 

"No, please! Please, just—" Sunghoon stutters desperately, looking up into Heeseung's eyes and letting him know he's on the verge of crying. 

"They can't know, please." 

Sunghoon sounds so broken and worried Heeseung almost considers feeling sorry for him. Instead, he laughs again, grabbing a fistful of the hair on top of Sunghoon's head as he mutters,

"Be quiet. Gonna fuck your mouth now, just like you asked." 

Heeseung lets go of Sunghoon's hair, and the younger blinks away tears as he feels Heeseung's index finger press against his Adam's apple. 

"All the way down here, gonna fuck your throat too." 

It sounds too much like a promising threat, and Sunghoon is shaking so hard, wishing he could control it, but Heeseung is commanding him to get back on his knees and keep his hands behind his back, and he has no time to think about what he's doing—so he complies. Obeys, follows, agrees. Anything for Heeseung. 

When Heeseung spreads his legs wider and sticks both of his thumbs into the insides of Sunghoon's cheeks again, Sunghoon wonders how long it's been. Where are Jake and Jay? Do they wonder where he is? He tries to fight the thoughts, but his mind keeps painfully reverting to them finding out Sunghoon is in a dirty forgotten classroom, on his knees while Heeseung fucks his face. What would they think? What would they say?

"Tongue out," Heeseung smiles, gleeful at being able to hold Sunghoon like this again. Too pretty. 

Sunghoon obediently sticks his tongue out and Heeseung hisses at the sight, pushing his hips forward slightly until his cock presses against the flat of Sunghoon's tongue. He lets it slide against his tongue two or three times, pulling back to leave his cock presented before Sunghoon's face.

"Reach for the tip and lick it," he commands, tightening his grip on Sunghoon's face.

Sunghoon makes a sound of pure struggle as he stretches his tongue out towards Heeseung's tip, unable to move his face due to how hard he's being held. His tongue manages to get dangerously close to Heeseung's leaking tip but doesn't quite get to touch it, and the latter laughs in amusement, thinking Sunghoon's little frustrated grunts sound fucking adorable.

"Can't reach?" 

Sunghoon manages to shake his head no, and it all happens so fast—Heeseung abruptly pulls his thumbs out of his mouth, grabbing Sunghoon by the jaw and delivering a hard slap to Sunghoon's right cheek that almost knocks his glasses off. He yelps in surprise and squeezes his eyes shut, breathing rapidly through his nose, trying to calm himself down. 

"Out there," Heeseung motions towards the door with his head, looking at Sunghoon through half-lidded eyes. "You may be the Ice Prince or whatever the fuck your classmates and friends call you, but here—"

He shakes Sunghoon's face from side to side by his jaw, using his thumb on his other hand to push Sunghoon's glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

"Here, with me, you're no prince. Fucking work for it or I'll make you regret coming here with me, Sunghoon."

Heeseung's ego inflates beyond what he considered possible when Sunghoon whines softly and nods his head rapidly when Heeseung asks, "Understood?"

Sunghoon is so pretty like this, as pretty as everyone says he is. Sunghoon is pretty when he walks around campus, bag slung over his shoulder, casual in just a hoodie and jeans on his way to a lecture, but fuck—he's so much more pretty like this, on his knees with his mouth open, waiting to get used.

He's known about Sunghoon all this time. It's no secret that Sunghoon is popular among the underclassmen due to how beautiful he is. They all want him and he's always boasting about how much he sleeps around, yet Heeseung wonders if all those were lies, considering Sunghoon is trembling like a virgin. Heeseung doesn't know what's hotter—virgin Sunghoon who pretends to sleep around and cries when it's time for the real deal or Sunghoon who sleeps around but has never experienced this feeling, fear before the impending threat of being fucked, fear of the unknown.

Heeseung lets go of Sunghoon entirely, leaning back against the chair and crossing his arms over his chest. Sunghoon is panting, on his knees, arms draped over Heeseung's thighs and looking up. Broken, so broken—yet pretty, so pretty.

"Get to work or I'll make your pretty face unrecognizable."

Sunghoon can't hold back the tears anymore, can't deny the rush of arousal that crawls up his spine and makes him tingle as he immediately lunges forward and takes Heeseung into his mouth. No warming up to it, no test licks, no teasing—just a raw and heavy desire to please.

Heeseung mutters curses under his breath as he watches Sunghoon wrap his tongue around the top half of his length, over and under and all over again, eyes red and wet trails running down his cheeks. So fucking beautiful.

"Smart choice," Heeseung laughs, swallowing down moans because holy fuck, Sunghoon is sucking and licking fervently, and Heeseung thinks he could sit here for hours—edging himself and making Sunghoon suck cock until he's so tired and spent he's sobbing through it. His tongue is as soft and pretty as he is, and Heeseung thinks that's an odd observation to make, but he doesn't care. Everything about Sunghoon is unrealistically pretty, and he's always had a knack for breaking pretty things.

Sunghoon is still licking and sucking Heeseung's tip and the upper half of his shaft eagerly, focused on making Heeseung feel good and keeping him happy. Heeseung does have the prettiest smile he's ever seen, and he feels disgusted for even thinking about it while he drools all over his lap and worships his cock with his tongue and lips. 

"Enough tongue," Heeseung breathes out, leaning forward and placing both of his hands at the base of Sunghoon's skull, interlocking his fingers and anchoring his hold on him. Sunghoon's eyes open wide and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and before he can try to wiggle out of the hold, Heeseung is muttering, 

"It's time to fuck your face, remember? You asked so nicely." 

Sunghoon lets it happen. He opens his mouth for Heeseung and lets him push his head down into his lap, eyes opening wide when he feels almost the entirety of Heeseung's cock push through his mouth, gagging around the base and trying to pull back from the uncomfortable feeling. It's too much, he's not used to it, his body is trying to fight it.

Heeseung thinks it's ridiculous that even his gagging sounds pretty as he keeps him there, growling out at Sunghoon to hold it while Sunghoon grips and claws at his thighs. Heeseung remembers that he ordered Sunghoon to keep his hands behind his back, but he quickly forgets all about that since having him desperately look for something to hold on to while his face gets destroyed is even better. So cute.

He finally lets Sunghoon pull back, and the slobber in his mouth from all the gagging and choking is absolutely disgusting, so disgusting that Heeseung scrunches up his nose while muttering out,

"Fucking filthy."

The way he guides Sunghoon back down to take him in to the hilt once more has his eyes rolling into the back of his head, because fuck, Sunghoon's throat is so fun to abuse. The sounds are absolutely vile, gags and chokes so violent they make his whole body heave and hunch over, and Heeseung realizes he wouldn't have it any other way.

He creates a rhythm that has his thighs shaking from how delicious it feels, making Sunghoon take him in all the way and then bobbing his head back and forth repeatedly, ignoring Sunghoon's cries around his cock and the way his body shakes with every cough. 

"Gotta be my favorite throat so far," Heeseung pants out, letting Sunghoon pull back all the way off his dick when he feels like he's fucked his face for long enough, "but I'd have to try Jake next and get back to you on that." 

Heeseung's boisterous laugh hurts, because Sunghoon can see it happening, Jake being so eager to please and getting his poor throat fucked so raw he wouldn't be able to talk for days—Heeseung would wreck his throat for hours and cum all over his face—zipping up his pants and walking off without saying a word. It breaks Sunghoon's heart.

"You let your friends fuck your throat? Too good at this," Heeseung chuckles, acting as if Sunghoon actually did something other than kneel there and take it. 

Sunghoon is surprised he has enough energy in him to shake his head no.

"Lies," Heeseung whispers out, combing his fingers through Sunghoon's hair and smirking when Sunghoon almost mewls like a fucking cat, relieved at the tender touch, eyelashes fluttering.

"Cumming down your throat would be too easy," he begins, scratching Sunghoon's scalp lightly with his short nails and noticing Sunghoon is so hard and touch starved that it makes him moan softly. "Cumming inside you just seems like more fun." 

Sunghoon outright gives in, nodding weakly and looking up at Heeseung with the softest eyes. Defeated, tired, needy.

"Please."

♡ ♡ ♡

Heeseung wonders where Sunghoon's pride has run off to as he spreads him open with his thick fingers, at a pace that can be considered brutal, fingers slick with lube while his other hand holds Sunghoon's thin waist. He's pressed almost entirely to Sunghoon's backside, mouth stuck to his neck, laughing and groaning into his skin at the feeling of Sunghoon sucking his fingers in desperately. He feels so tight around his fingers Heeseung has to physically control himself from salivating like a dog, because he cannot wait to rip his ass apart.

"I can't do it anymore," he whimpers, thighs shaking hard enough for Heeseung to feel it. Heeseung tries to hold him so he can stay still, but it's too bad, shivers making Sunghoon shake beyond his control. Heeseung lets it happen, thinking it's rather cute.

"Not enough?" Heeseung mocks, licking a stripe up Sunghoon's long neck and absolutely adoring the way Sunghoon tries to pull away. "Need some proper relief?"

Sunghoon nods, face burning from pure shame and fuck, how long has it been at this point? He feels like he's been in this classroom with Heeseung for days. He realizes Heeseung has the ability to make him lose track of space and time, and he thinks that if Heeseung wanted to, he could turn Sunghoon brainless, just a cute toy to fuck into when he's bored, reuse again and again and again. The realization kills him.

"It's okay—it's okay, I'm here," Heeseung grins, hoping Sunghoon starts to feel safe just to be able to shatter him to pieces later. "I'll give you what you want."

Sunghoon moans when Heeseung pulls out his fingers, feeling empty and needy, hands pressed hard against the wall of the classroom where Heeseung told him to bend over and use his arms to keep himself on his feet. His legs are spread (Heeseung's doing by spreading them apart with his own thigh) and he's completely naked, his clothes scattered all over the room.

Heeseung hums and lines himself up with Sunghoon's wet hole—pretty, pretty, pretty—chest heaving with excitement while he thinks about how he's going to make Sunghoon fall to his fucking knees and take it face down ass up on the dirty floor, just like he deserved for being so damn arrogant.

"Fucking whore," he groans, digging his nails into Sunghoon's waist and making him hiss as he pushes the head of his slicked up cock in, biting his lips through a sick grin as he hears Sunghoon cry out that it hurts. Hurts so fucking bad, the burn and stretch near unbearable even after Heeseung's thick fingers, his head dropping forward shamefully and his glasses threatening to slip off again.

"Yeah? You asked for it though?" he mocks, giving Sunghoon some time to adjust to his girth just out of pure pity, and because he doesn't want him to pass out yet. How would he be able to hear him squeal? "Backing out now?"

Sunghoon shakes his head rapidly and Heeseung chuckles—there's that pride he'd been looking for.

Heeseung pushes in further, slowly, enjoying the cries that Sunghoon lets out as his body bends and twists in pain, thighs shaking beyond belief now. His neglected cock is hard and waiting between his legs, leaking onto the floor and fuck, Sunghoon is so cute, Heeseung thinks. 

Once he's pushed all the way through, Heeseung lets go of Sunghoon's waist to slap his ass once, twice, probably ten more times—so hard the slaps echo through the empty classroom and how loud it sounds hurts almost as much as the hits themselves, a reminder that he's at Heeseung's mercy—before Sunghoon is slapping his hand against the wall in desperation, torn between hating the pain and loving the feeling of pleasing Heeseung and taking it for him. 

"I'll stop when I can move and actually fuck you," Heeseung comments, delivering a final painful slap to Sunghoon's ass before Sunghoon is begging him to move, please, move. 

"Smart choice," Heeseung snarls, placing both of his hands on Sunghoon's hips, pulling out slowly, unbearably so, and Sunghoon looks like he's going to collapse from the feeling alone. Heeseung is almost all the way out, and the way he snaps his strong hips forward to bury himself achingly deep into Sunghoon again has him throwing his head back—he's sure someone must've heard the sound he just ripped out of Sunghoon's throat.

He does it twice more, pulls out extra slow and painful, digging his nails into Sunghoon's skin, leaving him waiting for a few seconds and marveling at how the tip of his cock gets caught on Sunghoon's tight rim before unexpectedly thrusting forward with so much force Sunghoon almost loses his balance each time. The wails he lets out when Heeseung thrusts forward are so perfect that Heeseung can't resist anymore and begins fucking into him, hard and fast, too fast—fast enough for Sunghoon to be scared of his arms and legs giving out.

"So fucking tight," Heeseung moans out and he ends it with a chuckle, sound that sends shivers all over Sunghoon's body. "How does it feel to get stretched out like this, pretty boy?"

Sunghoon is so fucking gone he doesn't even register Heeseung's humiliating question.

"God, so much, so full, please—" Sunghoon blabbers between thrusts, completely lost in the feeling, and it just makes Heeseung fuck into him harder, motivated by the way Sunghoon's cries rise in volume with every lewd slap of his hips against his ass. "Can't, I just can't—"

"That's not what I asked, how are you already making no sense?" Heeseung teases, biting down on Sunghoon's shoulder again, hard. The shriek Sunghoon lets out is beautiful, and it makes him clench around Heeseung's cock, and fuck, it feels so good.

"Fuck, Heeseung," Sunghoon calls out, blinking away the tears from the sting of being bit and getting stretched open, feeling his sanity slip away with each sharp snap of Heeseung's hips.

Sunghoon keeps babbling then, completely lost in it, being fucked silly by Heeseung at a pace that isn't even the hardest and fastest he can go.

His endless string of nonsense is cut short as Heeseung reaches around to hook his fingers into Sunghoon's mouth, earning a surprised moan as his four digits press down under his tongue, his thumb grabbing under his chin to keep his mouth open. 

"Cursing now?" he growls out, feeling Sunghoon's tongue dancing over his fingers—he's confused at the gesture, but doesn't fight it. Heeseung's forehead is pressed against the back of Sunghoon's neck now, hunched over to watch his dick disappear between Sunghoon's cheeks, red and raw from all the slaps, and he smiles as he hears Sunghoon mumble out a sorry that's almost unintelligible.

He fucks him like this for a while, even letting go of his mouth eventually and thinking it would be great if someone would walk past the room and hear him getting split open—Park Sunghoon, taking cock while crying and shaking like a bitch in heat.

Sunghoon feels absolutely delightful tightening up around his cock, he's fucking him so deep he knows Sunghoon can really feel it, and Heeseung starts to think he should bring a friend over and make him take two cocks at once, make him scream louder. They'd have to shove his clothes into his mouth to shut him up. He'd end up loving them, asking them to do it again some other time.

When Sunghoon starts pushing his hips back slightly to meet with Heeseung's thrusts, Heeseung knows he won't last much longer, especially after playing with him for so long earlier. Every thrust pulls the knot in his abdomen tighter and tighter, enough for him to be able to tell he'll be filling up Sunghoon soon. The thought drives him fucking insane, pictures of Sunghoon's pretty hole oozing out cum making him bite his bottom lip in excitement.

He's so into it he fails to notice one of Sunghoon's hands is now wrapped around his wet cock which is unbearably hard, and his fist working over his length makes an adorably wet sound that mixed with his labored breathing makes Heeseung want to make Sunghoon his personal toy. He'd make a cute fleshlight.

Sunghoon is so overwhelmed.

The way Heeseung shifts his position slightly and angles his thrusts makes Sunghoon really scream, shrill scream that rips through his chest, Heeseung abusing the bundle of nerves so deliciously he feels his jaw go slack and his whole body go numb, and that's when Heeseung knows he's found a way to really make him crumble and fall in love with him.

He wants to drag his nails down Sunghoon's back, hard, make him beg repeatedly and bleed, but breaking skin this pretty and soft would be a crime, one Heeseung can't bring himself to commit right now. The contrast between the pale and untainted skin on Sunghoon's back and the red, abused skin on his ass is beautiful.

"Feel good, Sunghoon?"

Sunghoon is nodding his head yes enthusiastically, harder and faster than ever before, and Heeseung smiles.

"Beg me to cum inside you," Heeseung growls into his ear, his nails leaving harsh red lines all over Sunghoon's sides that are hard but not enough to break his skin, making him squirm around and hiss out in pain.  

Sunghoon feels so ashamed he could pass out, his cheeks feeling like they just caught on fire as he mumbles out in a voice so broken and hoarse it sounds like he has a throat infection, 

"Please—oh fuck, fuck—please, please cum inside me," and the way he says it has Heeseung groaning so loud, picking up the pace and making Sunghoon see stars, and he starts to think Heeseung could really kill him like this if he tried, and it sends shivers up his back and spine that just add to the pleasure, and it's too much—Sunghoon thinks he's about to collapse against the wall and slide down to the floor, leaving Heeseung to fuck into his limp body until he's satisfied.

Heeseung has both of his arms wrapped around Sunghoon's waist now, and their bodies are so wet with sweat as they're pressed together that Heeseung wishes there were someone around to record this. He hopes Sunghoon remember this when he gets off—the memory of getting his ass destroyed and begging to get filled up with cum—he hopes Sunghoon is never able to shake it away.

"Gonna fill you up soon," he groans out, panting through his open mouth and noticing Sunghoon is jerking himself in time with his thrusts like the needy little whore he is. "Wanna fill you up so much your fucking stomach inflates."

Sunghoon whines out loud at that because fuck, Heeseung is filthy, but the pleasure is so mind-numbing he agrees, and he doesn't have enough brain capacity at the moment to hate himself over the fact that he agreed to Heeseung inflating him with cum. He imagines Heeseung pressing into his abdomen to watch cum ooze out of his hole and he throws his head back, defeated and mouth hanging wide open in silent gasps.

Heeseung is fucking him stupid.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—" Heeseung warns quickly, voice coming out higher pitched than usual, and it's eight full pumps of his cock into Sunghoon's abused hole before he's groaning through his teeth, loud and raw, fingers digging brutally hard into Sunghoon's hips as he empties himself inside, goraning and moaning throughout his orgasm.

"Fuck you for being so pretty, Park Sunghoon," he manages to moan out as he lets his last spurts fill Sunghoon up, and Sunghoon is so fucking overwhelmed at the unfamiliar feeling he topples forward, face pressed against the wall as his hand desperately works hard and fast over his own cock, the feeling of having his ass pumped full of cum absolutely gross and degrading—yet he loves it, whimpering out moans as he feels Heeseung's thick cock pull out entirely, a nice glob of cum leaving his hole with him and rolling down his skin. 

Heeseung feels and looks feral—he's panting, covered in sweat, brows furrowed together as he watches Sunghoon lean against the wall with his face pressed to it, knees bent in close together, his whole body shaking as he chases his own orgasm. So fucking pathetic. 

He pulls Sunghoon away from the wall and roughly shoves him onto the floor, Sunghoon's hand still wrapped around his hard and leaking cock while he lets Heeseung manhandle him into whatever position he wants like a fucking doll. Sunghoon continues to jerk off his own length slowly, as if asking for permission, and as Heeseung pulls him by the underside of his thighs to shift forward on the floor enough for his hole to be in display he lets out a surprised squeal. 

Sunghoon's legs are spread out wide, and Heeseung crouches down to watch his cum ooze out of Sunghoon's puffy hole that is still fluttering around nothing, missing the stretch of his cock already.

"Look at you," he comments, staring Sunghoon right in the eyes, getting on his knees to run his finger over Sunghoon's dirty hole. "Is this what's gonna send you over the edge? My cum oozing out of you?"

Sunghoon can only cry, actually cry—bringing up his forearm to shove his own face into as he wails and drools, glasses digging uncomfortably into his face, picking up the pace and now jerking off so hard and fast his whole torso shakes with the motion and he feels like his arm is about to cramp up.

"Wanna see your face. Use both of your hands," Heeseung commands, stern, and Sunghoon is quick to follow his order, creating a tight hole with both of his fists and fucking up into it desperately. Anything for Heeseung. Heeseung watches Sunghoon's cock disappear and reappear over the top of the hole his fists formed, and he thinks Sunghoon would look pretty fucking someone—if only he weren't so pretty while taking it instead.

Heeseung smirks and lets three of his fingers slip right into Sunghoon's addictive hole, his cum making the slide gross yet quick and easy, and Sunghoon once again starts shaking so violently Heeseung holds his hips down by force with his free hand. He quickly finds that spot that makes Sunghoon see stars again, and he takes advantage of it, crooking his fingers just right and making a garbled groan crawl out of Sunghoon's throat. 

"Finish what you started, need to see you splatter cum all over yourself from what I did to you," he mutters, look in his eyes pure evil as he thrusts his fingers in and out brutally, the squelching sound driving Sunghoon absolutely insane. "Hope it shoots up into your face, so dirty."

"Thank you, thank you so m-guh, much—" Sunghoon whines out, thinking he'll get addicted to this, thinking he'll get addicted to Heeseung. It scares him and excites him just as much.

In less than a minute, Sunghoon lets out a shrill cry and Heeseung brings up his hand to cover his mouth, chuckling out a "Keep it down, whore," as Sunghoon convulses pathetically and blows his load all over his own torso due to the position he's being kept in. He managed to lift his face to avoid cumming over it, but Heeseung sees a streak of cum landed on his chin and Heeseung hisses, sight too fucking pretty for him. He quickly pulls his fingers out without a warning, leaving Sunghoon's hips pushing forward out of instinct due to feeling so empty.

He mixes his cum on his fingers with the cum splattered all over Sunghoon's torso, and he looks up at Sunghoon and goes,

"Look, Sunghoon, we made babies." 

Sunghoon's tears never stop spilling down his flushed cheeks.

With a loud laugh, he wipes his hands entirely on Sunghoon's skin and gets up to hurriedly starts getting dressed, realizing it's way more late than he thought, taking a look at Sunghoon who is still crying through it all, glasses askew on his face. Heeseung wouldn't let him take them off. 

"Look at what you made me do," he observes, shaking his head in feigned disappointment as he pulls his shirt over his head and brushes his hair down with his hands. "You should've just said you didn't have a problem with me."

The silence is deafening, Sunghoon still twitching occasionally through oversensitivity.

"We're not friends, Sunghoon, but nobody will ever fuck you like me," he sighs, annoyed by Sunghoon's silence, shoving his phone in his back pocket and throwing his bag over his shoulder. 

"Wouldn't you agree?" he asks, turning to Sunghoon who doesn't answer yet again, just pants and sniffles and tries to calm himself down after the most overwhelmingly powerful orgasm he's ever had.

Heeseung only chuckles, picking up Sunghoon's shirt from the floor and wiping his hands clean on it, for good measure.

"Won't tell anyone about this if you don't," he comments, striding towards the door and turning to take one final look at Sunghoon—broken, sobbing, leaking, filthy—a fucking masterpiece.

"However, I think this is the one sexual encounter you'll keep to yourself instead of boasting about around campus like you usually do," Heeseung laughs, turning the handle on the door and pushing it open with his shoulder. The hallway is dark.

Sunghoon just stares at him through his lopsided glasses, too exhausted and weak to speak. On the floor, still spread out and dirty, he thinks—fuck, Heeseung is pretty.

"See you around, yeah?"

The sound of the door closing is loud, but Sunghoon's heart beats much louder. He smiles, pulling off his glasses and wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. 

It's Heeseung. Anything for Heeseung.