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Heeseung is going to die.
He's going to die and he's going to name Jake as his sole reason for death when he goes.
He convinces himself he's not being unreasonable. He convinces himself his circumstances are reasonable enough to warrant his death. His circumstances being that for the past month, Jake has sworn off all sex. For an entire month Heeseung hasn't been able to lay his boyfriend down and fuck him and it was beginning to eat away at him.
Not to say he's a crazy horn dog who's only with Jake for great sex, but with a boyfriend as hot as Jake, what is he supposed to do? Jake has ruined all porn for him. He can't even watch it without his dick going flaccid at the sight of another mans face.
His dilemma only seems to worsen when Jake begins showing up to his apartment way more often than before. It's so bad that Jongseong has started staying at his boyfriend's place more often than not, subtly shooting Heeseung the sharpest glares over Jake's head as he leaves for the week.
And unlike a normal person going to see their partner, Jake comes in the sluttiest, tiniest shorts and crop tops Heeseung has ever had the pleasure of seeing someone wear. And it's not like Heeseung hates it. No, not at all. He absolutely loves it when Jake sits on his lap or clings to him and he can openly stare at his exposed skin like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time.
That's how crazy Jake is making him feel.
He'd been mildly surprised when Jake showed up out of the blue at his place to help him study for his upcoming economics exam. What he wasn't surprised with is the fact that even though they'd already been working for two hours, he had made no progress whatsoever. How could he when Jake looked so damn beautiful?
Jake had immediately guided them to his desk when he got there, three different books open in front him of that he long since abandoned trying to memorize. Usually, he'd steel himself and get to work, retaining at least some of the information he needed, but paying attention was hard to do when they were thigh to thigh and Jake looked so mesmerizing.
It didn't help that he had decided to dress up.
It isn't anything that should make Heeseung's mouth water as much as it does, but unfortunately for him, Jake makes everything he wears look beyond good and moer. A baby blue skin tight crop top that rests just above the waistband of his matching baby blue pleaded mini skirt, and what must be a new pair of those baby blue thigh highs he likes so much. His blonde hair is held back from his face with two white hair clips that rest just behind his ears. Heeseung curses Jake for wearing something so revealing when he knows how crazy Heeseung is going but fuck does he look so good in it.
It's been a good while since Heeseung has gotten to touch his boyfriend and he feels like he's about to go feral. Jake knows what he's doing. He has to. There's no way he came to Heeseung's place to actually study dressed like that. He couldn't have. And how did he know Heeseung's economics professor assigned an exam in the first place? He hadn't mentioned it at all.
He's too busy staring holes into Jake's exposed thighs to notice when his boyfriend stops talking and starts looking at him expectantly. He jumps when he feels Jake tap his arm, eyes hurriedly flicking away from exposed skin although he's sure he's already been caught. "Huh?"
Jake stares at him in obvious consternation, plush lips drawn in a pout and freshly manicured fingers drumming against the table lightly. "Are you even paying attention to anything I'm saying right now, Seungie?" he asks, nudging Heeseung with his thigh.
Heeseung is only a man, and even if it's for a barely noticeable split second, his eyes do happen to wander back down to Jake's thighs before they're snapping to meet Jake's again. "Of course, baby," he mumbles, trying to make his bambi eyes look even more endearing than usual. He knows how much Jake loves his eyes.
With an exasperated huff, Jake scoots over until he's leaning halfway onto Heeseung's lap, looking up at him with his gorgeous puppy dog eyes and lashes fluttering. "You're such a bad liar, hyung. Tell me what I just said then if you were actually listening."
Well shit.
How is Heeseung supposed to answer correctly when he's too focused on the heat of Jake's hand pressing into his thigh and the way his skirt bunches up to expose even more of his beautifully tan skin. He wets the seam of his mouth, clenching one of Jake's borrowed ballpoint pens between his fingers until he can feel his fingers cramp."Economics. About my exam, or something like that."
Surprisingly, even with Heeseung's half-assed answer, Jake's brown eyes light up like a child's on Christmas day and he's surging forward to press a searing kiss to Heeseung's embarrassingly dry lips. He barely has time to brace himself when Jake throws himself into his lap, arms circling around his neck as he pulls away and flashes Heeseung a blinding smile.
"My smart baby," he coos, pecking the corner of his mouth. "I was just talking about how I heard from Jimin noona who heard from Yunjin noona who heard from Eunchae that Professor Yoo..."
Heeseung blocks out anything that Jake says after that, too distracted by Jake's plush thighs that bracket his waist and the way his shirt is pressed to front, his hardened nipples on display. Jake keeps talking, wiggling and squirming in excitement about whatever he heard from his cheer girls, his ass rubbing against Heeseung's cock in just the right way.
Finally, Heeseung sighs.
Heeseung is sure Jake can feel the half chub pressing against his ass right now, but he doesn't make it known. Heeseung knows he knows. He also knows Jake is purposely ignoring it despite grinding back at every single damn chance.
The fucking tease.
He barely manages to stifle a groan when one of Jake's hands ghost over his nipple, his hips jumping weakly but not enough for Jake to pay it any mind or stop his stupid rambling. He wants to shove his fingers down Jake's throat until all he can do is drool around them and fuck him until he doesn't remember his own name. "Heeseungie, baby," Jake calls softly, so softly that Heeseung almost misses it in his haze. When he looks up at his boyfriend, Jake is smiling down at him, soft and sweet, and his eyes are sparkling with an awe that makes him look extraordinarily beautiful.
Heeseung almost goes flaccid. Almost.
"You're my everything, but you know that don't you?" he asks, cupping Heeseung's cheeks in his warm and gentle palms. Heeseung nods the best he can, hands clenching around the leather armrests of the seat. He's scared that if he touches Jake right now he won't be able to stop. "I love you."
Heeseung melts into his touch, eyes slipping closed when Jake presses a soft kiss to his lips. "I love you more, Jaeyun-ah," he replies when Jake pulls away. With a happy bounce that makes Heeseung bite back a groan, Jake is standing up.
"Let me just finish this last section of work and then we can go out or something," Jake claps his hands together happily at the idea, bouncing in place. "Let's go to that Ramyeon place? You know the one, right? The one with the puppy cafe next door? I haven't been able to visit Layla in so long!"
Heeseung blinks up at him, bewildered at Jake's sudden interest to go out when just twenty minutes he told Heeseung they could cuddle and watch movies together when they were finished because he'd been exhausted from all the extra cheer practice they'd had this month. He's hard, horny, and ready to stick his dick in something, whether it's Jake's mouth or his cunt, he doesn't really care. But of course, Jake has no idea what he's done. He's determined to push Heeseung to the brink of insanity even if he doesn't know it.
He watches as Jake rummages through his school bag, hips swinging back and forth in a slow, teasing manner, probably looking for whatever physics worksheet he's trying to get finished. Heeseung's eyes sweep down the expanse of his body, pausing on his waist. Jake has always been on the smaller side. He's much shorter than Heeseung and while his fingers are longer, Heeseung's are thicker and his palm is wider. And his waist. Fuck, his waist. It fit so perfectly into Heeseung's hands.
Looking up at Jake, Heeseung can't help but think of what it would be like to bend Jake over his desk and take his boyfriend from behind, take what he wants because he knows how much Jake loves having his pretty little hole stuffed. It's a fleeting thought, gone as soon as it comes, but it comes back tenfold when Jake slightly bends over the desk and his shirt rides up to expose his Venus dimples, a quiet whimper slipping past his lips when the wood digs into his stomach. It also doesn't help that his skirt rides up the back of his thighs, exposing the light pink fabric of his panties.
The sight of them makes his breath hitch and his cock throb with want.
He wonders what would happen if he made Jake feel what he's felt in the past. How would he react? Would he cry? Would he beg and scream for Heeseung to stop? Would he try and fight back? Heeseung desperately wants to know.
Only one way to find out, he guesses.
Before Jake has the chance to sit back in his seat, Heeseung is shooting out of his chair and pushing him back towards the desk. Jake, unsurprisingly, jumps from the force of it and squeaks, stumbling over his feet. He swipes the books and papers out of the way, most of them flying onto the floor. With one final push, Heeseung has Jake folded over the desk, upper body pressed against the hard surface and ass poking out.
"Heeseung?" Jake asks, sounding more panicked than Heeseung has ever heard him sound before. Good. Heat simmers low in his gut at the sight of Jake trying to stand up and he chuckles under his breath. "What are you doing, babe?"
With one hand digging into his waist and the other on Jake's neck to keep him down, he steps closer into Jake's space. "Did you think I was gonna sit back and take your shit forever, Jaeyun?" he asks, voice deep and rough.
"What?" Jake replies, laughing incredulously like he doesn't have a single clue as to what Heeseung is talking about. "Stop being a jerk and let me up right now. I don't know what you're talking about," he argues, trying and failing lamentably to push Heeseung's weight off of his back. Heeseung has never felt more thankful to Jongseong for dragging him to the gym and making him weight train than he is in this moment.
His grip tightens on Jake's hip, pulling a gasp from him and Heeseung pulls away, ignoring Jake's quiet whine. "Stop trying to act all innocent. It's getting annoying." he presses his hard on against the cleft of Jake's ass, groaning at the brief stint of pleasure it sends coursing through his body. Jake stills under him, eyes screwed closed and breath heavy. "Seriously, Jaeyun-ah. It's time hyung teaches you a lesson, don't you think?"
Jake whines, squirming under his hold. "Heeseung. Stop it. I—I swear I wasn't—"
Heeseung shushes him softly, trailing his eyes down Jake's backside. His shirt is rucked up, the tan skin of his lower back on full display. He makes a pleased sound when Jake doesn't try to move again, head spinning at the fact that he has Jake wrapped around his finger and not the other way around for once.
He trails his hands down Jake's side, tugging his shirt up even further. He takes his time running his fingers over the newly exposed skin, his smile widening with every shudder that racks through Jake's body at the teasing touch.
There's a million things Heeseung could use to get Jake to bend to his will and he's not adverse to trying every single thing if he gets to keep Jake in this compromising position below him. There's so many things he wants to do to Jake, so many things he wants to try that he hasn't had the chance to do yet. Only if Jake wasn't such a tease. But he knows what get's Jake's really going and he's going to use it to his advantage.
"You're so gorgeous, Jaeyun-ah," he praises, petting at his hips. Jake has the most perfect body Heeseung has ever seen. He's smooth in all the right places and rough where he needs to be. His thighs are so thick and plush and Heeseung wouldn't mind getting suffocated in between those legs if it means he gets to taste his sweetness forever. "It's such a shame that all you know how to do is be a tease, hm, baby?"
Jake wiggles when he trails a single finger down his upper thigh, panting under his breath. He tries to push himself up when Heeseung's grip on his nape lessens but Heeseung is quick to push him back down and force him still, landing a smack on his upper thigh as punishment. "Fucking jerk," he whines, cheeks already that bright red color Heeseung loves to see on him. "I'm gonna get you back for this. I'm going to murder you, Lee Heeseung!"
Heeseung chuckles, deep and throaty. He grabs the bottom of Jake's skirt and begins to lift it up. "What? Are you gonna threaten me with no sex again? C'mon Jakey, don't you think—" his breath hitches in his throat and he's half sure Jake can hear the way his heart speeds up in his chest.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
"What was that you were saying?" Jake drawls, sounding smug, grinning like he's just won the lottery. He wiggles his hips like the little tease he is, brushing up against Heeseung's cock. Unlike the rest of his outfit, Jake's choice of under clothes is on another level. Instead of his usual pair of panties, these ones are pink and lacy, disappearing between his ass cheeks, leaving hardly anything to the imagination.
Heeseung's jaw clenches. He feels like such an idiot for not seeing the signs sooner. He should've known when Jake had shown up at his door that the little minx was planning something.
"Did you plan this? God, I should've known." he accuses, chucking dryly.
Jake giggles, obviously proud of himself and whatever plan he was going to use to seduce Heeseung tonight. "Possibly. I was gonna let you fuck me as an apology for making you wait for so long. But now it looks like you don't even deserve it."
"Please," Heeseung snorts. "If one of us doesn't deserve something, it's you." he hooks his fingers into the waistband of Jake's lace panties, but doesn't pull them down, just teasingly pulls them up maddeningly slow until they rub against Jake's clit.
Jake moans every time he repeats the action, thighs beginning to shake. "All that I do for you and this is how you choose to repay me? What the hell is even wrong with you? Oh, you're so going to regret this! I'll make sure you never, ever, forget what I'm gonna do to—"
While Jake continues to seethe and throw empty threats at him, Heeseung lifts his hand and brings it down on his ass cheek with a loud smack that echoes through the room. He smirks when he hears Jake suck in a deep breath that bleeds into a low whine.
Huh.
That's new.
Cautiously, he slips a hand around Jake's front and down his navel, running two of his fingers over his cunt, grinning cruelly when he feels the slick soaking through his panties. "Why didn't you ever tell me you liked to be spanked, hm?" he drawls, pulling his hand away when he hears Jake moan quietly, resting it on his back. "If I knew that's all it would take to get you to shut up and behave I would have bent your pretty ass over my knee and done it a long time ago."
"Watch your fucking mouth, you dumb jerk," he hisses, banging his fist against the table with a pout. Heeseung hums, simply bringing his hand down on Jake's other cheek. He watches as it jiggles from the force of his palm, resulting in a loud whine from the younger. "Stop it. That hurts."
Heeseung chuckles and finally pulls the panties down, tapping at Jake's hip until he steps out of the soaked underwear. "Here's what we're gonna do," he mutters, running his hands over Jake's ass. "I'm gonna fuck you right here against this desk and you're gonna take it like a good little bitch, understand?"
"No," he huffs, but Heeseung notices the way he squirms when Heeseung fingers brush against his cunt. Heeseung considers teasing a finger into him but holds himself back. There are other things he wants to do to Jake.
He spreads Jake's cheeks apart, mouth watering when he sees just how insatiably wet and dripping Jake is. Jake clenches around nothing when Heeseung runs his forefinger over his hole, collecting some of his slick and bringing it to his mouth to suck it clean. "Hee— Heeseung!" he cries, foot thumping against the floor.
Heeseung laughs lowly. "What is it, baby?" he coos. "You want me to touch you properly? Is that what my pretty boy wants? You're soaking wet." he rubs two of his fingers over Jake's hole, slipping them in up to the first knuckle. He groans when he feels Jake clench around them and more slick gushes out of him. With a smirk, he pulls them out and drags them up his perineum.
Jake whines, high and shrill. "Fuck, I hate you so much. Touch me properly."
He grinds back against Heeseung with a low moan, reminding him of just how hard his cock is beneath his sweats. He grunts, gripping Jake's hips tightly and grinding against him, throwing his head back at the pleasure. "You're such a brat, Jaeyun-ah. I wanna fuck your stupid cunt so bad."
"Then do it," he hisses, glaring at Heeseung from over his shoulder. He looks too much like an angry puppy for Heeseung to take him seriously though. "Fuck my stupid cunt, or whatever."
Heeseung can't help the smile that spreads across his face when he gets a good look at Jake. His cheeks are flushed even more than before, his eyes wide and wet, and the tip of his nose a deep red. "I will, but first I wanna try something."
Jake makes an agitated sound in the back of his throat but doesn't say anything, instead choosing to roll his eyes. Heeseung snickers, finally deciding to have mercy on his boyfriend. Dropping to his knees and spreading Jake's cheeks apart, Heeseung leans forward and presses a sloppy kiss to his hole.
Jake moans breathily, letting his legs fall open further. His whines get more shrill as Heeseung licks long, wet stripes over his sopping entrance, taking his sweet time to open Jake up and get him nice and wet, pressing Jake into the desk as he sags.
His fingers leave behind red, angry marks as he forces Jake open. His boyfriend tastes sweet, the sweetest. He fucks into Jake's sopping cunt with his tongue, pulling away when Jake grinds back against his face, his moan tapering off into a low sob. He teases Jake by breaching his dripping hole with his tongue only to pull out and flick at his cunt. Jake whines and makes frustrated noises above him but he turns to putty in his hands when Heeseung laps at his entrance and sucks on his folds.
Heeseung doesn't stop teasing even as Jake's legs start to shake and all he can hear from the boy is babbling. All he does is lap up Jake's juices like he's been starving and thirsty for decades, rubbing comforting circles into the skin of Jake's thigh. He's aware it's not enough to actually get his boyfriend off, if the way he keeps trying to grind back against his tongue is anything to go by, but he doesn't really care about Jake in this moment.
"Heeseungie, baby," Jake hiccups, crying out when Heeseung pulls away to hum against his entrance. "Puh—please, Heeseungie, I need..." his pleas bleed off into a whine and Heeseung shakes his head in disappointment. He didn't think it would be this easy to break Jake.
He grins and sucks a mark into the soft skin of Jake's upper thigh, pulling a whimper from his boyfriend and more slick to drip from his hole. "Speak properly, sweetheart," he says, running his tongue over the mark and gripping Jake's hips. All he really wants is to hear Jake beg for his cunt to be filled. Jake might be a brat but he's always eager to please. It won't be long before Heeseung has completely ruined him like he wants to. He can only imagine how beautiful Jake will look once Heeseung his him stuffed.
Jake whines in desperation when Heeseung presses a finger against his entrance, back arching and whines getting higher in pitch. "Just — just do something already," he pleas, body shaking and shuddering.
Heeseung chuckles, nipping at the meat of his thigh. "Is that how we ask for things, Jaeyunnie? Ask properly, sweet thing."
"Give me what I want." Jake grits out, trying his hardest to hold back the moans that threaten to slip out of his mouth when Heeseung continues to tease him, shallowly fucking into him with his fingers and sucking at his clit. "Stop. Stop touching that." he tries to jerk away from Heeseung's mouth and the onslaught touches of pleasure, but unfortunately for him, there's nowhere for him to escape to. Heesueng still has him pressed against the desk and all it takes is the slightest bit of strength and one push for him to keep Jake pinned against the cold surface.
Heeseung stops the movement of his fingers and tongue, quirking his eyebrow as he pulls away, licking at the slick staining his lips. "Is that really what you want? For me to stop?" He trails his fingers down Jake's thighs, smearing the slick all over his skin. "Tell me, Jaeyun."
"Fuck!" Jake cries, kicking his legs out in anger and almost nailing Heeseung in the shoulder. "Just fuck me already!"
Heeseung's spit wells up under his tongue and he grins. "Yeah?" he says, stroking over Jake's skin eagerly. He can't wait to hear how Jake is going to beg for him again.
"Put your dick in me before I actually permanently remove it from your body."
Well, perhaps he spoke too soon. He lifts himself back onto his feet and presses against Jake's backside. Pursing his lips, he stares down at Jake unimpressed. "Stupid brat. I've given you too much freedom, hm?" he tuts, shaking his head and lands a few light smacks onto Jake's skin that makes him kick his legs out again as he wails. "Hyung has to teach you lessons like this more often, hm?"
"You jerk! I swear after this is over I am so going to break up—" he's cut off with the force of Heeseung's hand coming down on his ass again, only harder this time. "Heeseung!" he shrieks, wriggling and squirming.
"Like I was saying," he continues, ignoring the huffs and puffs that come from Jake. "It's about time you've been put in your place."
"No," Jake disagrees, shaking his head and pouting. "I quite like it when you beg for me. You don't enjoy it?"
And, well, it's no lie that Heeseung likes it too, but it's become a little... unbearable. He clicks his tongue, raising his hand into Jake's line of sight. "Do you enjoy being spanked, Jaeyun-ah?"
"Don't." he hisses, turning his head to glare at Heeseung through red-rimmed eyes.
Heeseung coos, sweeping the hair away from his face that has managed to slip out of his clips. With a pleased hum, Heeseung pats his butt softly. "You're adorable, sweetheart." He leans forward to press a kiss to Jake's back, right over his Venus dimple. "Now, be my good little boy and stay nice and still while hyung uses your cunt."
Jake keeps glaring at him for a few moments longer before he sighs in defeat, shrugging his shoulders and turning around. "Fine. Do whatever you want. Let's just get this over with. My legs are starting to hurt and I'm sleepy."
If Heeseung wasn't so turned on he wouldn't be stepping away from him to grab the lube from his bedside table and he wouldn't be pulling his shirt over his head or shoving both his sweats and boxers down in one go. He kicks them aside, sighing at the relief of finally having his cock freed from the confines of his boxers. Jake will give him shit about it later but he could care less right now.
He takes a moment to really look at Jake. His shirt is rucked halfway up his back, his skirt draped over his lower back, legs spread wide to show off his dripping cunt. Heeseung wants to taste him all over again. He's always thought Jake was beautiful but seeing him like this makes the feeling swirl through his chest tenfold.
Jake looks so good with his slutty little body bent over Heeseung's desk, hands palm down on the surface and cheeks blotchy with tears. Heeseung's going to have a field day with him.
"You're so gorgeous, Jaeyun-ah," he mutters, dipping down to brush Jake's skirt away and leaving a trail of wet kisses down his back, sucking marks here and there just to hear him gasp.
"I know," Jake says, squirming impatiently, the flush on his face getting impossibly darker. "Now fuck me. Please."
"Brat." Heeseung mumbles under his breath. He tugs Jake's scrunched thigh highs back up before straightening himself out. He grabs the lube again, popping the cap and pouring the liquid onto three of his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up. He probably doesn't even need to use lube given how wet Jake is but he likes to be thorough.
"What was that?" Jake says, turning his head to arch his eyebrow at Heeseung.
"Nothing," he drawls as he presses a lubed coated finger to Jake's entrance, stopping when just the tip is inside. Jake gasps out shakily, sneakily trying to push back but Heeseung is quick to pull his finger out, gripping Jake's hip to halt his movements. "Stay still."
He keeps up with the same technique, occasionally teasing his entrance with the presence of a second and third finger before he pulls them away, pushing in and out languidly until Jake begins whining in frustration.
"Heeseung, please."
Heeseung smiles, finally pushing in two fingers up to the second knuckle with slow movements. He thrusts them languorously, basking in the tiny gasps and whining his fingers punch out of Jake. Really, he just wants to see how far he can break Jake.
Sooner than expected, Jake starts getting agitated, thrusting back against Heeseung's fingers, bracing himself on the desk as he uses Heeseung to get himself off. It's entertaining to see how far Heeseung has made Jake go to get pleasure. Before, Jake would have never done something like this, instead stomping out and yelling at Heeseung that he was going to do it himself. He's not really in the position to do that though, so he's greedily taking what he can.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Jaeyun-ah?" Heeseung asks just as he curls his fingers and nails Jake in the prostrate head on. He and Jake haven't had much intercourse since their relationship started eight months ago, but when they do, Heeseung takes it upon himself to memorize exactly where that little bundle of nerves is.
Just like he was counting on, Jake's body tenses up and he jumps in Heeseung's hold, a drawn out moan being forced out of him. More lewd noises follow when Heeseung continues to press up against his prostate, a third finger slipping in to join the first two.
"Hhng... Hee—Heeseung..." Jake's words come out rushed, hips jerking as his lisp makes itself prominent and Heeseung works another finger into him, working them languidly and rubbing against his prostate with each thrust of his fingers. "Heeseungie.." he cries softly.
"Hm? What is it, darling?" Heeseung chuckles, squeezing Jake's hip encouragingly. He slows the movement of his fingers even more, holding back a groan when Jake clenches around him. "Come on, Jakey. Whatever you want you can have. All you have to do is tell hyung. I'll give you whatever you want."
Jake whines, legs quivering furiously, rocking back against Heeseung's fingers weakly. "Wanna come," he cries. "Please let me cum."
"You can," Heeseung says with a shrug, pressing against his prostate and leaving his fingers there. "Go ahead and cum, baby. Hyung isn't gonna stop you."
"Buh—but..." He hiccups lightly, shifting on his feet. "Wanna — wanna come with hyung in—inside me." he stumbles over his words between choked whines and moans, body shaking and trembling with the force of his oncoming orgasm.
Heeseung tuts, rubbing Jake's back comfortingly. It seems his boyfriend still isn't ready to behave. "Be a good boy for me and cum, Jakey. If you listen well hyung will fuck you and make you cum as much as you want."
Jake clenches around his fingers, whining in agitation and shaking his head furiously. There's some twisted part of him that loves watching Jake squirm and desperately try to pull away from his orgasm.
It only takes a few more nudges against his prostate for Jake to reach his first orgasm. He thrashes around, moans bordering on screams as he violently shakes through his first orgasm of the night. He squirts all over Heeseung's finger and floor, nails digging into Heeseung's desk to try and ground himself.
Heeseung grins wolfishly at the sight, giving Jake only a few seconds to catch his breath before he's hammering his fingers against Jake's prostate again. He knows how sensitive Jake gets after an orgasm but the way he's whining and shaking from overstimulation only serves to turn Heeseung on even more.
All his pleas to get Heeseung to stop fall on deaf ears. He throws his arm back to try and push Heeseung away but he's quick to grab the flailing limb and pin it to the table, using more force than needed just to feel how Jake tries to fight back against his grip and hear how he sobs when he realizes he can't. He leans over Jake's back, sucking a bruise into the nape of his neck, grinning when Jake jerks under him.
"Come on, Jaeyun-ah," he mumbles against the shell of his ear. "You know what I wanna hear. Be good."
"Heeseung." Jake sobs, shudder after shudder racking through his small body. He sounds so utterly broken. Heeseung loves it.
"Beg for it," he whispers, breath fanning over Jake's neck in warm puffs. "If you really want it you'll beg for it."
Jake sniffles, a sound that makes Heeseung's heart leap in his chest. He goes lax in Heeseung's hold as it dawns on him that he won't be able to get what he wants this time. He sniffles again.
"Heeseung."
"That's it, baby. Go on."
Jake sobs, body shaking and shuddering as Heeseung keeps pressing up against his prostate. It must be painful now. Heeseung starts to feel a little bad. "Please... Please, please, please."
Heeseung nods, petting at his hip. "Please what, beautiful?"
"Please, fuck me. Wan'... wan' hyung's cock. Please, Heeseungie. Please fuck my pussy," Jake begs, sobbing and thrashing.
For a second, Heeseung thinks he could cum right then and there, his cock throbbing against Jake's ass painfully. Jake continues to shake and sob, hands balled into fists. Heeseung sighs, pulling his fingers carefully out of Jake's hole.
His usually composed boyfriend looks positively ruined. His makeup is ruined and smudged all over his face, hair frizzy and sticking up from sweat. His lips are swollen and bitten red, his cheeks blotchy and spotted with tears.
"Hey, hey, it's okay, baby," Heeseung tries to calm him down, draping his body over Jake's back and pressing soothing kisses to the corner of his mouth and cheek. He rubs at Jake's hips, shushing him. "Hyung's got you, darling. Just take a deep breath, okay? I promise I'll fill you up just how you like it."
Jake gasps, grabbing Heeseung's hand and squeezing it. "Please. I — I need it. Please touch me, please—"
Heeseung cuts him off with a bruising kiss, turning Jake's head with a hand tangled in his hair. Jake moans against his mouth, sloppily tugging at his bottom lip to get him to open up. He does so easily, letting Jake slip his warm, wet tongue into his mouth. Heeseung hums at the taste of Jake's strawberry lip gloss in his mouth.
With Jake distracted, Heeseung strokes over his wet thighs, gathering the slick on them and wrapping the hand around his cock. He grunts against Jake's mouth, giving himself a few sure strokes before pressing the tip to Jake's entrance.
His boyfriend jolts in surprise, moaning wantonly around his tongue at the stretch as he drips slick all over Heeseung's cock. Heeseung pushes in as slowly and carefully as he can, licking into Jake's mouth to keep him distracted. He groans against Jake's lips, taking his time in bottoming out and feeling just how tight and wet Jake's pussy is around his cock.
He can't believe how he's ever survived without Jake's cunt stretched around his cock. How he's gone without Jake for this long is beyond him. And Jake has always taken him so well, despite his complaints in the past. He moans unabashedly, eyes rolling into the back of his head, pretty lashes fluttering over the apple of his cheeks wildly.
When he's finally bottomed out, he gives Jake a moment to catch his breath and adjust to the stretch, stroking his hip and mouthing at his skin. "Is it good?" he mumbles, licking a wet stripe up Jake's neck.
"Mhhm! Good, 's so good!" Jake whines, eyes glistening over with more tears. "Move, please."
He grins, pecking the underside of his jaw and slowly pulling out, moaning at how Jake clenches around him like a vice grip, only to push his cock back in with a sharp thrust. It evokes a loud whine out of Jake, his body rocking up the desk just a few inches. His movements speed up, and he makes sure to hammer into Jake's prostate with every thrust, keeping them quick and precise.
Heeseung grunts, gripping Jake's hair and yanking his head up and back as he sucks and bites at his neck. "Your pussy feels so good around my cock, darling. So tight and warm, so eager to be stuffed and filled up nicely like the slut you are. Such a slutty cunt."
"Heeseung, fuck!" he sobs, gripping the desk as Heeseung fucks him hard and rough, tongue lolling out of his mouth and drool seeping down his chin.
His moans only get louder in volume Heeseung begins to move faster, slamming against Jake's prostate harder than before. "That's right, Jakey. Take my cock. You know you want it, know you want hyung to stuff you full of his babies.
Jake whines pathetically, little uh, uh, uh sounds that make Heeseung's cock throb in pleasure. He takes both of Jake's arms into his hand and pins them to his back, the hand gripping his hair tightens, and he yanks Jake back until his body is arched in a way that would be painful if Jake weren't so flexible.
"Look at you," Heeseung sneers, angling his hips so that his cock rams directly into Jake's prostate. Jake shakes and twitches in his hold, his body boneless and head drooped forward. "fucked so stupid you don't even know what to do with yourself. Fuck, wish I could record you and see the stupid, fucked out look on your face."
Jake moans breathlessly, sounds coming out all choked and butchered up like he can't breathe. It's not like Heeseung was actually expecting an answer from him anyway. He groans, increasing the speed and power of his thrusts, his pelvis slapping into the back of Jake's thighs and ass with every thrust back inside. Jake cries out, the sound mixing with the disgusting squelch of Heeseung fucking his slick back into him.
"Come" Jake cries, clenching around Heeseung in a way that's almost painful. "Gonna — gonna come! Oh my god, ohmygod!"
"Gonna come all over hyung's cock?" Heeseung says, letting go of Jake's arms and wrapping his own around Jake's slim waist, trailing a hand down his navel to roll and flick at his clit. "Go ahead, Jakey. Come for me."
With a shaky moan, Jake cums for the second time tonight. He squirts around Heeseung's cock, whining turning to wailing as Heeseung continues grinding against his prostate. All it takes is Jake clenching around him and whimpering his name for him to flatten Jake against the desk and shove his cock in as far as it will go, painting Jake's insides white with thick ropes of cum.
He sighs, resting his forehead on Jake's upper back once he's rode out his own orgasm. Only when Jake whines and tries to pull away from overstimulation and sensitivity does he realize he's still fucking into him, still pressing right up against his prostate. He immediately stops and pulls out, shoving two fingers in Jake's hole to stop his cum from dripping out all over the floor. Jake jolts but doesn't make a single noise of complaint.
All he can manage to make come from his mouth are loud pants and huffs. Heeseung rubs his thighs tenderly, whispering praises against his neck. He listens as Jake tries to even his breath out.
"One more," he whispers. Jake makes a tiny noise of confusion. "I'll make you cum one more time, okay?"
And before Jake has any time to protest, not like he actually could, Heeseung is flipping him over and pressing his back into the desk, shoving two fingers into his mouth to keep him quiet and dipping down to suck harshly at his swollen clit.
Jake whines around his fingers and tries to jerk away, but Heeseung presses his fingers down against Jake's tongue until he's choking and gaging. He greedily lapping up the mixture of slick and cum that managed to drip out, moaning at the taste of Jake's sweetness.
He only pulls away to lap up the sweetnes running down Jake's thighs before he's diving back in to shove his tongue into Jake's hole and feast. He groans when Jake's hands tangle in his hair and pull him closer, loving the way his boyfriend begins to buck and grind against his face. He makes sure to slurp up any and all remnants of his cum from Jake, using his fingers to scoop it out of him.
Heeseung pulls away from his cunt, expecting to see Jake squirting around his fingers again. He's surprised when nothing comes out and Jake's body just continues to jolt and spasm. He just made Jake have a dry orgasm for the first time ever.
He pulls away and stands up, carefully maneuvering Jake until he's sitting on the desk and he's standing in-between his legs. He doesn't even care that his desk probably won't be salvageable after this day. He praises him, running gentle hands through his hair and pressing light kisses to his forehead.
When Heeseung finally gets Jake to calm down and stop panting, he definitely isn't expecting his boyfriend to rear back and punch him right in the eye. "What the hell was that for!" he screeches.
"You absolute dick!" Jake cries, shoving Heeseung away from him and dropping from the desk to wobble away on shaky legs. Heeseung groans, pressing his hand to his eye and screwing it shut. He's sure it's gonna be bruised by tomorrow morning. Fuck, that hurt.
What the hell was Jake doing lately?
He watches as Jake yanks a hoodie and pair of sweatpants from his closet and begins tugging the clothes on. He panics and shoots up, moving to wrap his arms around Jake. "What are you doing? You can't—"
Jake slaps his hands away, scowling and shoving a finger in his face. "Do not touch me, Lee Heeseung. I am so angry at you right now."
Heeseung groans, grabbing his own discarded sweats and pulling them on. "C'mon, babe. It wasn't even that serious, just calm down."
He doesn't expect Jake to actually calm down and listen to him, but he also doesn't expect Jake to glare at him so menacingly either. He winces when Jake pushes past him harshly.
"Not that serious? Are you fucking kidding me right now, Heeseung? Please tell me you're kidding."
Heeseung grimaces. "Jake, wait—"
"I have practice all this week, you asshole! How am I supposed to do that when my idiot boyfriend threw me around and used me like some plaything? Do you even understand the severity of this?" Jake starts to gather up all his things, stuffing his worksheets into his bag along with his panties.
"Where are you going, Jake? You can barely walk." Heeseung says, leaning against his bedside table. Jake flips him the bird and brushes his hair back before tugging on one of Heeseung's beanies to hide his unruly hair.
Not that it matters much.
"I'm going home," he seethes.
Heeseung sighs, crossing his arms "Just stay. I can run you a bath and cook you some—"
"No," Jake cuts him off, gripping his bag like he's about to swing it at Heeseung's head if he doesn't stop speaking. "Don't touch yourself for the nect two weeks," he says, catching Heeseung off guard. "If you even think about getting off, I swear to Heaven and back that I'll ruin your life."
"What!?" he shrieks, eyes blown wide. "Jake, baby, please! I'm sorry."
Jake smiles condescendingly , blowing Heeseung a kiss. "Bye-bye!" And then he's slipping out of Heeseung's bedroom and let's the front door slam on his way out of the apartment. Heeseung falls to the floor in a dramatic heap, holding his head between his hands.
Jake is a fucking monster.
Heeseung still loves him though.
"Dude, what the fuck happened to your face," Jongseong screeches at him the next day when he walks onto the field for practice. "Who the hell did you piss off that bad?"'
Just like he expected, his eye had turned an ugly mass of blue and purple and swelled up to the point that he could just barely see out of it. Heeseung chuckles, looking over at where Jake is leading the girls in practice, expression serious even as he turns to look at Heeseung. "Who else?"
Jongseong chuckles, placing an arm around his shoulder. "Well, I commend you for whatever you did to deserve that. Must've been badass."
Heeseung chuckles, looking away from Jake and towards the team. "Let's get started" he says, clapping Jongseong on the back and then ducking under his arm to address the other boys.
If Jake ends up tugging him to the locker rooms after practice and riding him as an apology after seeing how bad the bruise is, well, that's their business, isn't it?