0110l5

[0110l5]

sweet venom (l. hs, p. js)

pairing. alpha heeseung x female omega reader x alpha jay

genre. gasp….and they were roommates AU, basketball player Heeseung, bartender Jay, M/F, pwp, one shot

warnings. profanity, A/B/O dynamics, former step-sibling relations, denial of feelings, alcohol mentioned, Jay’s a little manipulative, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 18k+

now playing. Sweet Venom//Enhypen

smut warnings. unprotected sex, rough/angry sex, dom heejay, degradation, overstimulation, spanking, slick, squirting, oral, orgasm denial, knotting, possessiveness, etc

—————————————————————- ��If you had listened to me in the first place this wouldn’t be happening.”

Whether or not your mother is right, the last thing you care to hear on top of your stress is how this is your fault.

“This is what you get for being so indecisive.” She says while gathering your hair to one side with a sigh. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to afford your own apartment with that part-time job.”

“Thanks mom.”

“I will lend you as much as I can sweetie, but rent around that area is not cheap.” Her fingers scratch at the back of your scalp to soothe the tension stiffening its way up your spine, humming as she ponders. “You know..”

“Hmm?” You ask tiredly, scrolling through various listings for a room to rent at the least until next semester.

“I think Heeseungie lives out there now, if I remember correctly.” She says, whipping out her phone to confirm. “I remember him posting about moving and having trouble finding a roommate a few months back.”

“Oh, Heeseung..” you stray off a bit, snapping yourself out of it quickly. “Does he?”

That name feels similar to sour candy burning your tongue just to speak out loud again, itching at your tonsils as you clear your throat nervously. “I mean, why does that matter?”

“I could ask him to let you stay with him for awhile!” She smiles, tapping open her messages before you can shout out ‘NO!’.

“Mom, please— do not bother him.” You shrink, slumping against the dinner table. “Heeseung’s not going to want to do that. It’s been years since I last saw him. Asking him to let me crash is way too imposing and rude..”

“Don’t be so silly sweetie, he’s your brother.” 

“No he’s not!” You say abruptly, clearing your throat and sinking deeper into your seat embarrassed. “I mean— technically not even my step-brother anymore! You’ve been divorced for two years.”

“He’ll always be your brother,” she reassures with a pleased grin. “Heeseungie’s always been so polite and giving. It’s not a big deal. What is family for if not to be there for you when you need them the most?”

The repetition makes your stomach twist, inducing nausea the more she continues raving about your… former step-brother. As much as you wished for that to be the case, you couldn’t help but feel bitter, because your mother’s right. 

Heeseung is polite, charming, all around loved by everyone; respectful and sweet enough to make your teeth rot. Never failing to remind you that he’d always have your back, that you can always count on your big brother.

and more than anything, you wished he wouldn’t.

“Let me keep looking first? Please?” You practically grovel, widening your eyes despairingly for some sympathy.

“It doesn’t hurt to ask,” your mom snickers, sitting down by your side. “He hasn’t posted anything much ever since he moved. Mostly just game updates. Don’t know how he still finds time to always play these mobile games.”

“I’ll find a place! I don’t need Heeseung to pity me.” You say with more determination as you scroll faster, wondering if you can up your budget to at least $1200 for rent; not that it’d help much considering even a shoebox of a room was beyond out of your price range.

“It’s not pity you big sourpuss!” Your mother continues, childishly sticking her tongue out at you. “I’ll ask him right now if he can grab a bite tomorrow and we can talk in person about this.”

“Mom, come on!”

“Ramen should do the trick! Hee always had the biggest smile on his face when we’d take him out to that one spot in Hongdae… what was it called again?”

As your mother devises her plan, you can’t stop your mind from reeling; accessing the different steps you could have taken to avoid this predicament.

Maybe Heeseung isn’t even hot anymore.

No. That’s not possible. 

Worse.

He could be hotter.

Instinctively your bottom lip pouts at the thought of him possibly growing more attractive in the last few years. Swearing to yourself to never lurk his social media— not that there was much to lurk to begin with.

Okay, you lurked, and came up empty each time to only sense excitement from ominous updates of song lyrics and blurry photos he’d post once every 8 months.

Even his lack of presence online is attractive.

Sickening, actually. 

Of all the men on this planet your mother had to marry, it had to be Mr. Lee. It had to be the mogul Mr. Lee with the ridiculously attractive son that you maybe have had a crush on since the first time you saw him playing basketball with the older kids as your Kindergarten class made their trip to the bathroom. Ridiculous that even to this day you remember the way a 7 year old Heeseung dribbled past a group of upperclassmen and shot a perfect three pointer.

“It’s settled! Oh I’m so excited!” Your mom squeaks proudly. “I’ll treat Seungie to lunch tomorrow and schmooze him into letting you crash for a while.”

“Mommmmm,” you whine, banging your forehead on the table. “Please please don’t pester him. Please, I know he won’t say no! Don’t pressure him!”

Clicking her tongue, she flicks your arm. “A thank you would be nice here! And a fruit basket too! For when your mother saves your ass from sleeping with roaches in those overpriced studios.”

Saves your ass? You would scoff if it wouldn’t lead to a smack to the back of your skull. 

Without a doubt Hee would agree to you moving in, and without a doubt you’d have to learn how to endure his existence. 

Fuck me.

Wait. No. Don’t fuck me. 

I mean. 

Maybe.

“Yeah yeah,” you grunt, shoving up to stand and immerse yourself in an ice cold shower at the mere memory of your step-brother walking around the house shirtless after basketball practice. Sweaty, obscenely sweaty and shirtless.

God. If Heeseung hasn’t become acquainted with properly dressing himself yet, you’re definitely fucked.

And the ugly thought rears its head as you step into the shower and let the chilled water pour down your skin.

There’s no way Heeseung hasn’t presented.

And there’s absolutely no way he isn’t an Alpha.

—————————————————————-

Of course Heeseung agreed to let you move in rent free, in fact he even offered an empty bedroom since his roommate had just moved out a month ago and none of the applicants had been convincing.

But you, of course he ‘smiled ear to ear without hesitation, eagerly bouncing up and down in his seat excitedly’ as your mother recounted.

“I told you he wouldn’t say no..” you grumble from the passenger seat of the U-haul your mom was nice enough to rent to help you with moving your things.

“Well, yes! Heeseung’s always had such a soft spot for you.” 

A soft spot. Something like that. 

To be fair you hadn’t been the best at keeping your relationship strong over the last few years. Once he moved to the city for university it’d become a lot harder to stay in touch, already bad enough after that awkward period while you were still in high school and he transitioned to college.

“Does he know?”

Your mother hums confused, glancing at you quickly. “Know what sweetie?”

“That I presented.”

“Oh,” she ponders out loud, adding small sounds of confusion. “I don’t think I mentioned that, but Heeseung didn’t ask. We all knew you’d present Omega someday, darling. I’m sure it’s fine. Besides you always had such a strong brother sister relationship, your sub-genders shouldn’t affect that.”

He didn’t ask because he doesn’t care. That’s why, because why would he? Your mom’s right, your bond was nothing more than that of a caring protective older brother who stuck by your side and watched out for you. Even if you wished for more.

“Wow, real nice place huh? Mr. Lee must pay a pretty penny to house him here.”

A luxury tower complex greets you as you step out of the vehicle, neck aching from having to peer up just to see where it ends high up in the clouds. “It’s really close to school though! Walking distance!” Your mother’s cheerful tone calms your nerves for a few seconds, listening to her explain everything Heeseung told her about the area. “There’s a gym, pool area, coffee shop in the lobby. Seriously, I’m going to owe that boy multiple free ramen lunches.”

By the time she’s managed to talk your ear off you’ve made it to the 8th floor, standing before a door with 3 numbers and a fancy keycard lock. 

“Oh!” The door flies open as your mom digs through her purse for the spare card Heeseung had given her, unveiling a well built bleached blonde Alpha dawning a face of shock. “Wha—“

“Oh sorry! Is this not apartment 335?”

“This is 335..” his eyes go wide, fingers snapping. “My bad! Heeseung told me his step-sister—“

“I’m not his step sister. Our parents are divorced.” You say abruptly, creating awkward tension between the three of you.

“Right, uh,” the guy, exuding stereotypical pompous Alpha energy, smirks, taking a step back from the doorway to smoothly run his gaze up and down. “You must be—“

“Not his step-sister.” Your mom intervenes with a playful laugh. “My apologies for my daughter, she can be a little—“

“Mom!”

“Ahh, a little feisty!” She says pinching your cheek before returning her attention to the now extremely confused Alpha. “Are you one of Heeseung’s friends?”

“Oh yeah, I’m his roommate.” He shares with a boxy grin. “Names Jay.”

“Roommate?! Oh Heeseung said you moved..”

“Jake moved.” He nods, clearing his throat. “We have three rooms, his has been empty for a few weeks now.”

“Oh that’s great! Well if you don’t mind young man, we’ll probably be making a bit of noise while we bring her things up.”

“Totally fine, I was on my way to the gym, but,” Jay finds your eyes, biting down on his lower lip. “Let me help you, I’m sure the furniture will be too heavy to carry on your own.”

“Isn’t that sweet!” Your mother squeals, patting his arm on her way in to drop the bags you carried up. “Wow this is a great place! What a view!”

Jay licks over his lips, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed watching as you and your mom explore. Heeseung hadn’t mentioned how attractive his not step-sister is.

“He’s cute.” Your mom whispers, bumping an elbow into your side with a look over your shoulder. “I saw a liquor store down the street. So you have no excuse to blow up my phone a month from now to tell me that you’re knocked up.”

“Mom!”

“What!” She giggles, jokingly glaring at you as you finish packing your drawers full of clothes and break down the last box. Jay had been a great help and managed to cut down the time of this excruciating moving process by a lot. Not to mention he ended up swapping the baggy t-shirt he had on for a snug fitted black tank top now covered in sweat.

“Do you like that position?” He speaks up out of breath, snapping your attention to where he’s finished setting up your bed in the middle of the room.

“What?!”

Jay smirks, eyes disappearing behind the amusement. “Your bed, I can move it closer to the window if you’d like.”

“Oh no, that’s perfect.”

“Ah, I won’t have time to treat you to ramen today, young man.” Your mom apologizes, reaching for her wallet. “But I really can’t thank you enough for all of your help today, should fifty dollars cover a meal for the two of you?”

“Don’t worry about that—“

“Thanks mom.” You cut him off, snatching the money and side eyeing him. “We’ll eat something good, promise.”

“Okay sweetie, I need to get going before it gets dark outside and traffic hits. It’s a long drive as is, ah I am going to miss having you around the house so much.”

“I’m only a phone call away mom.”

“Be good,” cupping your face, she gives you a knowing look, adding a wink. “Remember what I said about that liquor store.”

“Mommmmmm!”

“Okay okay, lovely to meet you Jay! Thanks again for all of your help.” Squeezing him into a goodbye hug, she frowns and laments about not being able to see Heeseung today, adding another twenty to the bills in your hand with mention to buy him some dinner too. “He’ll probably be so exhausted after practice.”

Jay waves at your mother from behind you at the door, humming to himself. “Heeseung’s not at practice.” He corrects under his breath.

“What?” Turning back to him and shutting the door, you suddenly feel an anxious swoop curl through your stomach. Cowering against the front entrance to create more space between your bodies.

“Heeseung doesn’t have basketball practice today.” Jay states, pulling out his phone with a nod. “Yeah no, he’s hanging out with Yujin right now.”

“Oh.” Your lack of response is enough for Jay to pick up on your confusion, waving off what he just mentioned. “Just a fuck buddy, nothing serious, but I’m pretty sure he won’t be back until late. Let’s get some food, yeah?”

Oh. A fuck buddy. A fuck buddy he’s been with all day.

“He did mention I’d be moving in today, right?”

“Yeah.” Jay shrugs, pulling the hem of his tank up to wipe his chin free of sweat. Stomach muscles clenched tight on purpose. “Sorry I forgot earlier, I had a long night at work and—“

“Why don’t you pick out whatever you want to eat. I’m going to hop in the shower really quick.”

“Oh, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I feel disgusting. I’m not picky so choose whatever you want.” You nod, keeping your gaze focused on anything other than the muscles lining his hips. 

“Alright, sounds good.”

—————————————————————-

“Shit I thought she was coming tomorrow.” 

“Dude why didn’t you tell me?”

“Man, I’m sorry I thought I did. God, I feel like such a dick.”

“Not about that! I mean why didn't you tell me how fucking hot she is??”

“What?”

“Hey, is she singl—“

Jay’s jaw hangs, trailing off when he spots you near the hallway entrance still soaked with a sheen of water coating your skin and a towel wrapped tightly around your figure.

Heeseung’s gaze follows shortly, losing the ability to shut his mouth as well at the sight of you.

“Hee?”

“Shit.” He mutters under his breath, balling his hands into tight fists at his sides and forcing a smile. “Wow! Look at how much you’ve grown!”

The scent hits him next, a sweet toasted vanilla wrapped around crispy marshmallow that has his knees buckling in an instant. Jay gulps by his side, noting to himself that your scent hadn’t been this strong earlier, you probably had scent blockers on.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be back already..” you mumble shyly, suddenly too aware of the sets of eyes focused on your mostly bare skin.

Heeseung can feel his teeth grinding, reaching up to pull the collar of his shirt up higher to cover up what he knows are early signs of love bites after hours in Yujin’s bed. “Jay ordered food, I think it just got here. Go get dressed so we can eat and catch up.” 

He won’t admit it now but the longer you stand there allowing for another Alpha to see you like this, the more his nails dig into the palm of his hand. It’s because he still thinks of you as his younger sister, no other reason..

“I’ll be fast.” Heeseung’s eyes fail to shift away until he can no longer see you pass down the hall. The tension weighing on his shoulders only dissipates once he hears the sound of your bedroom door clicking shut.

“My guess is she didn’t look like that before—“

A growl rises up the Alphas throat, quickly snapping back to his roommate. “She’s off limits.”

“What?! You can’t be serious!” Jay scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“As a heart attack, don’t even think about it.”

“She’s not even your step-sister anymore. Believe me, she only corrected me about 5 thousand times whenever I even alluded to it.”

“I’m fucking serious.”

“What if she comes on to me first?!?” Jay crosses his arms, grinning cockily. “I saw her checking me out earlier, and it’s only natural. A sweet sweet Omega like that, all cute with those come-fuck-me eyes.”

“Shut the hell up.” Heeseung growls, ready to lunge at his friend if not for your feet padding way back into the room with an all too adorable smile on your face.

“Hee!”

Anger drains from his limbs, forgetting of his friend's existence as he takes in your sparkling gaze and bright smile, instinctively reaching to cup your face and smooth his thumbs across your cheeks. “Haven’t grown out of this baby face yet..”

Jay rolls his eyes, mumbling too quietly for either of you to pick up on. “Anyway, enough of this Flowers in The Attic bullshit. I’m starving, not gonna wait for your reunion to finish to eat.”

Between pausing to chat and laugh, the takeout before you goes cold, more interested in catching up with Heeseung than stuffing your very empty stomach. Jay sits across the table curiously observing the back and forth banter between the two of you, devouring the boxes of beef broccoli and chow mein on his own without anyone to slap his chopsticks away.

“So, how was your date with Yujin?” He interrupts, growing tired after an hour of conversation that grows more oddly flirtatious by the minute. Heeseung chokes on a mouthful of fried rice, punching his chest to push the small pieces of vegetable down, glaring at his friend.

“It wasn’t a date, she needed help.. with something.”

Jay sneers, leaning back with flex his biceps over his chest. “What about you?” He turns toward you, eyebrows raised inquisitively. “Single? Playing the field? Desperately seeking an Alpha on mate match?”

“Jay.” Heeseung says sternly, watching your reaction from the corner of his eye, undeniably intrigued to know more himself.

“I guess I’m single.” You mumble, shaking your head. “No no, I mean— I’m very single.” 

It’s more embarrassing to admit after noticing spots of red and purple decorating Heeseung’s collarbone with each slight movement he makes, but the contemplation to lie about your relationship status quickly gets shoved aside by the thought of getting caught. The idea of your gorgeous former step-brother, childhood crush, new roommate- whatever he is now, discovering you made up an entire nonexistent Alpha to keep up some facade in front of him would only humiliate you further.

“What about you guys??” You cough, eager to move the attention away from your lack of a love life.

“Single as a pringle.” Jay smiles, adding a wink.

“Who says that?” You grimace, squirming under his continuous cheesy come ons.

Heeseung clears his throat, tugging the hood around his neck tighter. “Yeah, same.”

“Oh, so who’s Yujin?” The question comes out casually, stirring the rice around on your plate to form a circle. “Jay said something earlier..”

“Just a friend.”

“Yeah, I told you, it’s not serious.” Jay gets up, holding a palm out for you to high-five. “I gotta get ready for work, but it’s been great getting to know you. Welcome to the Alpha bachelor pad, roomie.”

Reluctantly you slap his hand, tugged forward by his fingers wrapping around yours with another playful raise of his eyebrows before he exits.

“Sorry about him.” Heeseung groans, shaking his head. “He’ll get used to you in a few weeks, he didn’t grow up around Omegas.”

“You didn’t either.”

Heeseung’s mouth opens, shutting again with a frown. “I guess you’re right.. but I mean..”

He trails off tongue-tied for a minute as memories flood back to the terrible years of puberty experienced by your side. Unruly hormones, acne, body hair, random growth spurts, and in your case- a menstrual cycle that caused you enough pain to cry curled up in your bed.

The first time he found you rolled into a fetal position with your face swollen from crying ripped through his chest, immediately sinking to his knees by your bed to comfort you and find out what you needed. A smile creeps onto his face remembering how often he’d find himself crawling into your bed everyday after, or vice versa.

“Hey, do you still have those nightmares?”

“Nightmares? Oh yeah, I do.. you remember that?”

“Of course I remember.” The Alpha leans over, pulling you in close with an arm around your shoulder. “You can still come to me, you know, if it’s hard to sleep.”

“Oh..”

“Like you used to.”

A lump forms in your throat at the reminder, easing into the warmth of his side with an uncomfortable smile. When neither of you had presented it was innocent enough to cuddle and hug through the night, scenting until you felt calm enough to fall asleep again.

At least that’s what you thought until the day you got caught and your mom had a long talk with you about ‘Alphas and Omegas’ aka ‘The Birds and The Bees’.

“Would that be okay?” You say apprehensively, turning to look at him. “If we.. did that now?”

Confusion paints Heeseung’s features, easily shrugging with a pouted lip. “I don’t see why not.”

Although every cell in your body says otherwise, you nod in agreement with a soft smile, curling further into his side. “I’ve really missed having you near by.”

“I’ve missed you so much pup.”

There’s always been something about the way Heeseung holds you, fully embraced as his hands(now much larger) slide up and down your back in a slow soothing manner. The way his face tucks into your neck and his nose rests against your scent gland. He’s always felt right, like a safe place to hide, like home.

Maybe that’s why you took up his offer and ended up standing outside of his bedroom door past 4 in the morning.

Nightmares have been a consistent part of your life since childhood. Most seemed to stem from anxiety, stress and emotions you had never been able to handle while awake that followed you through sleep and haunted your dreams. Sleep medication had become easy to use after numerous doctor visits that had you test out various methods, it wasn’t until the day Heeseung bundled up around you in bed that you finally got a good night of sleep without the aid of pills.

It’s not right for Alphas and Omegas to practice these types of activities unmated, but he’s single.. as are you. It’s not hurting anyone, yet.

Heeseung, still mostly asleep, welcomed you into his bed without hesitation. Effortlessly falling back into the same position he held in for years; except for one thing. Instead of laying his face between the crook of your neck, his nose nuzzled into your hair, cradling you close to his chest. Even as preteens he always carried a hint of earthy tone between the faded light scent of creamy milk. Taking deep breaths of the Alphas pajama shirt smashed down every button of relaxation in your system, eyes falling shut as the next breath passed from your lips.

“Wow,” he says sleepily against your hair. “Forgot how good this feels.”

Too good, you only wish you could say, lulled to sleep faster than you’ve been able to in a very long time. 

And Heeseung’s a vision straight from your dreams to wake up besides, propped up on one elbow with a gentle smile. “Hungry?” 

He says it’s not a problem, that he likes to cook, that he likes to cook for you. Scrambling eggs and shredding potatoes for the two of you with a please smiled. “How’d you sleep?” 

Setting down a mug filled with hot coffee and a steaming hot plate of food, he sits by your side again, feeling extra clingy this morning.

“Amazing.” You say, blowing at the steam flowing up from the mug. “This is great, I’m sorry about last night, for disrupting your sleep.”

“Oh, don’t.” Heeseung motions to cut you off, stuffing his mouth full of food. “I don’t think I’ve slept that good in years, even my body feels great today.”

He goes on explaining how the basketball team’s chiropractor always has to work on the kinks in his neck and back, leading you to cup his nape with concern and massage at the stiff muscle.

“Good morning.” Jay mutters, trudging past you to the kitchen half-awake. “Well, not good morning, just needed water.” His eyes fall shut, head pressed to the coolness of the fridge as he refills the water bottle brought from his room.

“How was work?” 

Jay grunts, his hair a mess from colliding straight to his bed instead of hopping in the shower after another long shift. “Were the tips good at least?”

“Very.” Jay blinks, standing up straight at the view he finds with a squint. “Uh..”

Oblivious to his judging eyes, you continue to knead at Heeseung’s shoulders and neck, pushing into his seat behind him with your thighs draped around his. “What about the two of you, have a good night?”

Heeseung shrugs, softly hissing as you work harder to massage a knot in his shoulder. 

“Right, well..” Jay gulps down half of his water, observing how suspiciously close the two of you seem. “Going back to sleep, see ya.”

“What time does he usually get home?” You ask, smoothing down the Alphas arms with light squeezes. 

“Really late.” Heeseung adjusts to sit near the end of the seat, forming more space between your bodies. Knowing his friend all too well. He didn’t miss Jay’s wary questioning look and confused wrinkles lining his forehead. “I should uh..” he gets up abruptly, picking up your breakfast plates. “Get going soon, practice today.”

“Oh okay!” Just like old times, you stand up to lay a kiss on his cheek and hug around his waist. “Good luck! And be careful.”

Heeseung shivers, swallowing down the itch growing up his throat. “Thanks pup.”

You knew over the next week that crawling your way back to the Alphas bed wasn’t the smartest thing to do, especially after daily phone calls with your mom choosing to omit that small detail. It’s not like it would end up happening night after night, except it did.

Every night you’d make your way to his bedroom again, even without the excuse of a nightmare you returned to lay your head on his chest, accepted and embraced each time.

Hanging out with Heeseung everyday had become routine, after you’d come home from work and he’d clean up after practice, you’d end up together in the living room eating whatever he cooked up for the two of you as Jay would pass through to dismiss himself for the evening and head to work.

In the back of your mind you knew the real reason you kept turning down your coworkers' invites to go out was to spend more time with Heeseung. Things felt normal again between the two of you, other than the guilty feeling you kicked aside time and time again whenever you’d wake up and stare at each other for a few minutes before making breakfast.

It wasn’t until your day off a few weeks later when you fell asleep on the couch after staying up recounting fun memories with the Alpha that you had another nightmare.

“Hey hey hey,” Heeseung rushed in from the kitchen, catching the sound of escalating whimpers and heavy breaths. Shaking your shoulders, he helps you to sit up, immediately searching your distressed face. “Bad dream?”

Without needing to explain, you fall into his arms and loop around his shoulders, hiding a whine in the material of his shirt. The clear sour scent of fear makes his nose twitch, cooing and repeating soft strokes up your back to calm you down. “It’s okay, I’m here now pup.”

“Alpha.” Feeling vulnerable after growing used to his presence, you turn to press against his scent gland, erupting shivers up his spine.

Heeseung’s chest tightens, heart pounding rapidly at the first drag along his throat, shaking under the deep inhale you take in that only seems to drain all of the anxiousness from your body. “That's a good puppy.” He manages to whisper, gathering your hair away from your neck just to look. 

It’s one thing if you scent him, but as an Alpha he should know better than to take advantage of a vulnerable Omega..

As if you read his mind, you turn to rest your cheek against his shoulder, fully exposing the expanse of your throat and nodding. “It’s okay.”

Heeseung’s tongue feels heavy with thirst, blood boiling through his veins, an itch running up his chest. “Are you sure?”

“Please Alpha..”

He shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t, but every part of him wants to. 

Dropping his face only an inch forward he takes a long inhale, hit hard by your scent this up close. A sweet thick blanket of warmth and sugar wraps around him, heavily laid on his shoulders pushing him forward more until his nose plants along your throat and he gets lost in a cloud of your scent.

It’s different now, much more different than when you were innocent kids. Heeseung can’t ignore the coil of heat rolling up his stomach, the heaviness building between his legs, and he especially can’t ignore the twitch that jolts his cock up.

“Woahhh.” Jay lets out an awkward laugh, backing away half awake, attempting to shield his bare chest. “Sorry dude, I didn’t know you had a girl ov—“

“Huh?”

“Oh what the..” Jay stumbles into the hallway opening, reaching to rub his eyes because he must be half asleep still. Blinking furiously, he refocuses, jaw dropping as he finds your confused gaze and Heeseung’s annoyed glare. “Oh..”

Heeseung coughs to break the cumbersome air beginning to fill the room, softly squeezing your sides as he shifts to silently maneuver you off of his lap.

“Sorry man.” Jay forces a smile, nodding as if to say he understands. “Thought you had a girl over, forgot about uhm..” trailing off he smirks at the frown drawing your lips down, shrugging apologetically.

Heeseung takes a swig from a water bottle, a sense of shame washing over him similar to the one your parents instilled years ago. 

“..didn’t know scenting was a thing siblings still did as adults..” Jay continues, teetering an accusing tone. “As pups.. sure, maybe.”

“We’re not siblings.” Heeseung’s quick to correct, moving to stand and drop this conversation before it can even start. “You hungry?” He asks you with a lit up easy-going smile to keep you calm. 

“Pancakes?” You say shyly, curling into the couch.

“Of course.” Winking, he motions for you to stay put and makes his way to the kitchen, brushing off his roommate’s suspicious commentary.

“Hmm, I could go for some pancakes too, you know.” Jay chides, following after him into the kitchen. “Especially after waking up to this..” he sniffs at the air, letting out a pleased sigh as he leans against the counter. “So sweet.”

Heeseung’s back tenses, neck muscles stiffening, and teeth clenching as he proceeds to move around in search of ingredients to whip up your favorite fluffy buttermilk pancakes. 

“That’s crazy.” Jay hops onto the counter still in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. “Her scent is so so sweet.. I wouldn’t be able to scent someone so casually like that..”

Heeseung goes on ignoring him, beginning to mix up flour with cream and turn on the stove to melt down the flavor of cinnamon sticks in sugary water.

Jay loudly sucks at the air behind him, savoring the hint of flavor teasing his tongue. “Probably don’t even need syrup for those pancakes, I bet she has the sweetest tastiest sli—“

“That’s enough.” Heeseung snaps around, growling between his teeth. “Do not fucking talk about her like that.”

Jay grins, hopping off the counter to stand before his friend, bare feet stomping across the kitchen floor arrogantly with arms crossed over his chest. “You know, when you said your step-sister would be crashing with us for a while..”

“She’s not my step-sister.” Heeseung says threateningly, as if to dare his roommate to say that one more time and see what happens.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, your parents separated.” Jay waves him off, pointing a finger at his face. “But, not by law, I mean technically speaking..”

“She’s not.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, turning back to stir the syrup, half distracted by the taste of your scent still wrapped around his tongue. “It’s not a big deal, she has bad dreams sometimes.”

Jay hums for him to continue, pulling out a bowl of strawberries to cut up for the pancakes.

“Scenting calms her down.” Heeseung says just above a whisper, eyes shifting to the side to find Jay’s. “I know it’s not common, since we’re not even really siblings and all..” 

‘You can’t scent her! Do you even understand what an Omega carrying your scent around implies?! And not just any Omega, but your step-sister!’

His father proceeded to slap him across the head, lecturing him on the proper etiquette between Alpha and Omegas alike, disappointment riddling his tired features the more he unleashed on him after finding the two of you cooped up in bed drenched in each other's scents. ‘What’s the point of paying so much for you to attend that ridiculously priced academy if they don’t even bother to teach you this!’

Flinching at the memory, he looks away, scooping out the cinnamon sticks from the pot of thickened liquid. “I can’t say no to her, alright?” He says finally, pleading for his friend to drop it.

Jay chuckles, grabbing three plates to help more. “Oh believe me, I’ve noticed that.”

Assorting the pancakes as Heeseung passes them over, he shrugs, that explanation seems reasonable enough..

“But..”

Heeseung sighs, shutting off the stove with an annoyed huff. “What? Spit it out.”

“I won’t lie, the way you treat her confuses me.” Jay says, sliding open a drawer to grab forks. “Like, if she told you to grab the moon for her, I have no doubt in my mind that you’d figure it out..”

Scoffing, Heeseung flips him off playfully. “Don’t be ridiculous, she’s—“

“Not your sister.” Jay interrupts with an evil smirk. “She’s just some girl you cater to like a pathetic dog? I’ve never seen you like that, with anyone.”

Heeseung’s glare intensifies, hating that he’s making you a cup of coffee exactly the way you like it as his friend points this out.

“Don’t get me wrong dude but,” Jay laughs, head shaking. “You even rushed out to buy her menstrual pads and heat suppressors last week. Aren’t you a bit embarrassed?! An unmated Alpha out in public purchasing that type of stuff is..”

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is.” Jay clicks his tongue, reaching to smack the others shoulder. “This is the longest pussy drought I’ve seen you in, fuck man. I was actually excited for you when I thought you were getting some just now.”

“I have a lot going on right now, that’s all.” He shrugs, ignoring the way his dick twitches as if to disagree. “Haven’t even realized that it’s been awhile.”

“Dude, come on.” Jay grumbles, making a disgusted face as Heeseung decorates your stack of pancakes with a happy face. “You are literally her bitch boy.”

Heeseung lets out a fake laugh, middle finger lifted once again. “It’s not like that, she’s—“

“Not your sister.” Jay cuts him off again, leaning in to pat his back and whisper. “But you know what she is? Pussy repellant.”

Grabbing his plate he grumbles under his breath about not wanting to join the two of you over the disgusting breakfast you will surely have. “Not trying to ruin my meal with you cutting up her food and feeding her like some baby.”

Heeseung sighs, glancing back and forth from his plate of boring somewhat flat and crispy pancakes compared to the perfectly shaped golden fluffy ones on your plate. He really does prioritize you, maybe a bit too much..

“Mmm smells sooo good!” You say breaking through his thoughts, coming up behind him to loop around his waist and kiss the back of his shoulder. “Thank you Alpha, you always know what to do to make me feel better.”

Heeseung’s cheeks warm, patting your hands locked over his stomach. “Anything for you pup.”

It’s always been anything for you, and as predicted here he is, cutting little squares through your stack of pancakes.

We should talk.

Heeseung keeps repeating those words in his head, unable to bring himself to say it as he softly pushes a forkful of fluffy syrup coated pancake past your lips. 

But Jay has a point, of course he does. There’s been a part of him struggling to push away his dad’s shouts. The way he forced himself to create distance between the two of you to appease your parents.

Is it weird? This close bond you’ve always had even before presenting? Maybe it’s always been weird, because whether he’s acknowledged it or not, Heeseung likes you. A lot.

“Pup..”

“Hmm?”

Tell her. Either cut this off now or tell her the truth. Is it even the truth after suppressing these feelings for so many years? 

He takes in your face, confused gaze and head tilted to one side waiting. 

“I uh,“ he stammers, phone buzzing inside of his pocket like a bell to save him from confessing. “Oh.”

Yujin: ‘Come over, Gauel wants to hang out too.’

He skims the text quickly, mouth going dry knowing hanging out is really never just that. They’d joked about having a threesome enough times, even nearly going through with it last month if not for cops breaking up the party because of noise complaints.

“Hee?”

The Alpha nods, getting up without another look in your direction. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Oh, are you leaving?”

Heeseung affirms with a wave goodbye, patting your head on his way out of the room. “Don’t wait up.”

He can feel it, your confused hurt gaze burning into his retreating figure like a laser. Maybe it’s his own guilt, knowing he’s abandoning you to go get laid, but he needs to get away from you. Clear his head before he ends up doing, or saying, something crazy that could alienate you.

There’s not much to do with both Heeseung and Jay out, leaving you alone to wander around the complex. After using the gym and pool for some hours, you come back home noting three pairs of shoes by the front door; only recognizing the sneakers as Heeseung’s.

“Hee?” You ask softly, stepping down the hall and coming to a halt once the scent fully hits you.

For the most part the smell wretches you backward in disgust, covering your nose the second spicy citrus and amber meets your taste buds. Small remnants of earthy pine sprinkle between the muddled overly sweet and rusty stench, lulling you closer toward the Alphas bedroom. Close enough to pick up on the loud clash of skin meeting skin, high pitched moans, low powerful grunts and the rail of his bed crashing against the wall.

Heeseung’s sweet voice deeply reverberates past the cracks in the door, struggling between ragged breaths as flesh meeting palm grows louder. The obvious call of two Omegas pleading for more caves your chest in, searching for the wall behind you to hold yourself up and cover the cry that wants to pass from your lips.

There’s no way to even convince yourself it could be coming from Jay’s room with the obvious scent that’s been stuck to your clothing for weeks. It’s Heeseung’s grunts, moans, choked words and heavy breaths that radiate from the walls separating you. Pathetically your thighs rub together, squatting against the wall to suppress the urge to jam your hands between your legs. Heat builds with each second ticking by, biting down on your hand at the first hint of slick bubbling out of your core.

“Fucking sh—“ with strained muscles and gritted teeth you manuver further down the hall, struggling to take long steps with your knees locked together as you collapse at your door. “I can’t.” You curse, locking the door and making your way to the wall that connects your bedrooms.

‘Alpha, fuck daddy! you’re so fucking big.’ 

The shrill girlish tone rises bile up your throat, quickly swallowed down as you tune out the two unknown female voices and hone in on Heeseung alone.

It’s in between panted harsh inhales and loud grunts that you capture a strain in his vocals, croaked whines and exasperated sighs making it all too easy to shut your eyes and get lost in the Alphas pleasured cries.

Against your better conscience your hand follows the path down your stomach, pushing in past your bottoms in search of the dampness between your thighs. Heeseung doesn’t have to know you got off to his moans, to the sound of his cock sinking inside of two other girls. 

With his scent still lingering on your clothes, you easily get lost in a fantasy. Eyes Falling shut as you dip in past your panties to drag two fingers between your slit, ear flush to the wall aching to feel his breath fan across your face, to push those pleasured whines out of him yourself. 

‘Yeah, fuck me fuck me!’

The Alphas groans become erratic, coming out louder and faster the more he exerts himself; easy to imagine him sweating above you, hips ramming forward filling you up. 

“God, fuck.” You bite, grinding the backs of your teeth the more your fingers sink in past your heat, rutting up needing more. Needing Heeseung.

It’s when he lets out a long shout, vocally whimpering, chords cracking as he undoubtedly releases. The image of his mouth hung open, neck thrown back, eyes rolled up and stomach muscles contracting tight has your hips jumping up, biting down on your hand as you shortly follow and cum with one last jab past your swelling cavern. “Oh my God..”

Regret and guilt make their way back around as your senses clear up and the fog filling your brain diminishes. Sitting up lazily just as the Alpha heads into a round 2, or who knows how many by now..

So much for ‘going out’, you think, getting up and wiping your wet fingers along your underwear before snatching a towel hanging from the back of your door, making a quick exit to take a shower.

“Woah!” Jay stumbles back, met by your shoulder slamming into his chest on your way out, just now getting home from wherever he’s been. “Not so fast there.”

“Sorry.” You mumble, trying to step around him until he circles your wrist and refuses to budge. 

“Hey, what’s wro—“ the Alphas gaze widens, glancing from your hand trapped in his hold to Heeseung’s bedroom door. “Oh.”

“It’s not what you think!” You whisper in a panic, shimmying away from his grip to hide your hand under the towel. 

Jay grins, taking a step back to lean against the wall and nod toward Heeseung’s bedroom. “Like what you hear?”

“No!” You hiss, peering back and forth worried the Alpha will exit his bedroom at any moment. “I just need to shower.”

“Hmm” stepping closer, he takes a deep inhale, eyes rolling up. “Oh, that’s new.”

“Stop it! You pervert.”

“Me?!” Jay squawk’s dramatically, adding extra effect with his jaw hanging to the floor. “No way you just rubbed one out to your step-brother getting his dick wet and have the audacity to call me a pervert!”

“Shut up! Oh my God! I did not!” Before your fist can pummel his chest, he snatches your wrist again, this time in a firm grip.

“What’s this?” He ducks, sniffing just above your fingers. “Fuck..”

“Stop!” 

A noisy deep groan coming from Heeseung’s bedroom distracts the both of you enough to pull away before he can detain you any longer, glaring at him over your shoulder as you jog to the bathroom. “Don’t even think about telling him!”

Jay chuckles, licking at the roof of his mouth, still able to pick up traces of your sweet scent in the air. Muttering to himself as he heads for his bedroom. “I knew it.”

Embarrassment runs down the drain along with hot water that rinses away whatever guilt you had begun to feel. Sure, you shouldn’t have done that, and in all honesty if you hadn’t gotten caught you’d care a lot less..

Finally able to clear away lewd thoughts of Heeseung only seems to sink in the reality of what just happened. 

It’s possible you’re more attracted to him than you’re supposed to be.. and you wonder why you even have these rules when it comes to him. Why you’ve dismissed any feelings beyond friendship in favor of not ruining a good thing. Who’s to say the Alpha shares any similar thoughts regardless..

Why would Heeseung bring home not only one but two Omegas to flaunt and rub in your face if he felt anything for you above a brother sister connection..

It’s not hard to avoid him come morning, simply locking your bedroom door and setting your phone on do not disturb. He gets the idea after lightly tapping at your door and receiving no response. 

The original plan hadn’t been for Yujin and Gaeul to come over, but they insisted that his place would be best since their parents could come home at any hour without warning. 

Heeseung thought it’d help him to get over whatever this is he’s been dealing with, this inner turmoil that he’s brushed aside for weeks. Yujin made a face of disgust when he showed up covered in your scent, provoking him with taunts and jokes about how he never lets her near his throat, let alone borrow any of his clothes during her heats.

‘Ooooh our Alpha must have found someone, good thing we’re getting this out of the way before we lose you for good to the mated life.’

‘It’s not like that.’

He brushed them off, refusing to explain more as he clawed through their clothing and stripped them down to nothing, silently picturing the way your lips parted open in the morning, softly breathing under the beams of sunlight passing between his curtains.

The sex wasn’t even that good.

Sure, he got off, but at one point Heeseung even questioned if any of this was real. Not helping when he opened his eyes and saw your face looking back at him before reaching to smack himself out of it.  

After wrapping up some breakfast for you and writing a note he decides it’s for the best. Who knows what kind of rift this would create, if he ever actually admitted to having feelings in the first place..

He leaves without sending a text or mentioning where he’ll be. Not wanting Jay to rat him out again even though he’s only heading to Sunghoon’s place to hide out and avoid any possible awkward tenseness of showing up with a neck littered in hickeys again.

“What are you doing all alone?” Jay stumbles through the living room, running a hand through his messy head of hair with one eye squinted shut. “Where’s Hee?”

“Oh, he’s out.”

“Why didn’t you go with him?” He yawns, stumbling to sit on the couch beside you, smacking his cheek to wake up. 

“He’s on a date, I think..”

“Oh!” Jay sits up, eyes fully opened now, coughing back his surprise. “Oh.”

“Yeah..”

“Right, that makes sense- why you’re here then…”

Awkward silence falls between the two of you, sighing as nothing but the sound of the clock ticking by resonates. “You have work?”

Jay roughs up his face, aggressively rubbing the sleep away. “Yeah, another late night.” He hums, rubbing over his chin. “You should come, I’ll get you on the list so you don’t have to pay.”

“To a club?” You snort, shaking your head. “Not my scene.”

“Oh come on,” he nudges your shoulder, cocking a brow. “You deserve a night of fun too.”

The implication behind his words has thoughts of Heeseung having fun racing through your head, sinking deeper into the couch with a frown. “What’s fun about going to a crowded club..”

“I promise I’ll make sure you have a good time.” Jay smiles softly, standing back up to down a protein shake before he has to get ready. “And if you don’t, I’ll owe you fifty bucks, or whatever.”

“You’ll owe me coffee and breakfast in the morning.” You suggest, getting up and eyeing Heeseung’s baggy sweater hanging off your torso. “What should I wear? How do people typically dress at these places?”

“Something short.” Jay says with a smirk. “Tight too, and low.” He hums, snapping his fingers. “I bet you look good in red, wear something red.”

He laughs at the way your nose scrunches in disgust, adding that he’ll text you the club's address on his way to the bathroom. “Take an Uber there, I’ll drive you back after I clock out.”

“What if I want to leave early?”

Jay winks, sticking his head out from the bathroom door. “I told you, you’ll have a good time. I guarantee it.”

The drive takes no longer than 20 minutes to reach your destination, meeting up later once the huge line of party goers has mostly been let inside other than a few stragglers and underage hopefuls clutching fake IDs. As the Alpha promised, you're let in through the VIP entrance without a problem, mostly struggling to pass through the throng of dancing bodies as you search for the bar.

Bleached styled up hair catches your eye, working your way deeper through the crowd until you reach the bar out of breath and force your way into a small spot between a bachelorette party. “Jay!”

He’s moving fast, spinning clear bottles of liquid and slamming them down on the bar with a cocky grin. Pouring a round of shots and receiving applause from a group of musclehead Alphas at the other end. Turning right as you call for him, he glances around fast and lights up upon finding your head shoved forward, arm waving out for him.

“You made it!” The Alpha hops over excited, shooting finger guns at you. “Let me guess, drink of choice, vodka rocks?”

“Oh, I—I don’t drink!” You have to shout above the music and bustling crowd, motioning ‘no’.

“Aww come on! It’s on me!” Smacking his hands together, he strokes his chin and eyes over the selection of alcohol before him. “I got it!”

“Seriously, it’s okay! I really don’t like alcohol!”

Jay snickers, showing off a green glass bottle with Hangul scripture and what appears to be a peach. “This is one of my personal favorite concoctions.”

He turns to raid a small fridge under the bar, tugging out a can of peach Milkis soda and a small bottle of Yakult. “So good, you won’t even know you’re drinking 10%. Just trust me on this one, yeah?”

He slides the light pink drink toward you, encouraging you to try it. Tempting as the cute alcoholic beverage he’s whipped up is, you still hesitate. “I don’t knowww…”

“Booo, hurry up and drink loser!” One of the drunk bachelorette’s by your side interjects, blowing her tongue at you. “Before I get your ass kicked out of here!”

Frowning, you glare at Jay for convincing you to come out and be around the types of animalistic people that evidently hang out at his place of work. “Fine! But if I spit this out, I’m aiming for you!” 

The Alpha leans in closer, watching your eyes widen as the first drop meets your tongue and you eagerly take a large gulp. “Oh wow..”

“What did I tell you!” He laughs, scooping another cup of ice. “Drink up, you’ll have more fun the less comprehensible all of these people become.”

Unfortunately, Jay’s right, for the most part.

The drinks good, so good that by your third you’ve ended up near the end of the bar that’s sectioned off for employees to exit from, engulfed in a deep half slurred conversation with one of the security guys.

“So he’s your step-brother?” Soobin, that’s his name, asks with a confused scrunch between his eyebrows.

“No! He’s..” you frown, noisily sucking the last bits of your drink through a straw. “He’s just some guy!”

Jay smirks, tapping Soobin’s shoulder. “I’ll take it from here.”

“Good luck bro.” 

The Alpha scoots into the space by your side, nodding at your empty cup. “Told you that you’d like it.”

“It’s great.” You hiccup, shaking your head. “I usually hate alcohol.”

“What can I say? I have a knack for this.”

“You really do!” Sitting up, you grab onto his bare upper arm, squeezing around his bicep. “I was watching you work, you looked so sexy!”

The music cuts right as you finish, drawing the attention of many nearby in your direction, snickering and giggling. “Did I?” Jay turns, smoothly holding on to your hip. “You wore red.”

He makes zero effort to hide his lowering gaze, bottom lip tucked in as he hums and rubs up to your waist, finishing with a squeeze. “This is what you’ve been hiding under all that clothes you steal from Heeseung’s closet huh?”

“Ugh, don’t bring him up, please.” You whine, stirring the melting ice cubes in your cup. “I was just starting to forget about him..”

Jay sees his opportunity, inching in closer to whisper near your ear. “Are you trying to forget?”

“I don’t know..”

“I can help you.” He ducks in closer until the tip of his nose lightly brushes along your cheekbone, sleek gaze locking with yours. “If you wanna forget about him tonight, I’m more than willing to help you out..”

Licks of heat lash up your chest, struggling to swallow as you force yourself to get away from him. “I have to use the bathroom.”

He watches you scramble to get away, lucky that the VIP wristband around your wrist leads you to the empty bathrooms guarded by security, all of them directing you that way when you appear lost and mutter ‘restrooms?’. Jay takes time to follow after you, laying his head against the door as he waits and listens.

He’s no fool, knowing good and well that whatever this thing is between you and Heeseung isn’t normal despite the facade you both seem to maintain. Waiting a few more minutes, he raps at the door lightly, dragging his knuckles down before reaching for the handle to allow himself in.

“Jay? What the hell, did you follow me?”

“Well, yes.” He laughs, locking the door behind him. “Of course I did, you’re all buzzed and sad, that’s the worst combination. It’d be irresponsible of me to let you roam around this place alone looking all pretty and vulnerable.”

“I’m not that drunk..” you sigh, sitting on the bathroom countertop. “This club's real fancy.”

“That’s just ‘cause you’re in the VIP area dollface. It gets pretty nasty out there.”

“Oh right, that explains the empty bathroom that smells nothing like throw up and regret..”

Jay settles by your side again, bumping his shoulder against yours. “You know, running away from this Heeseung thing isn’t the way to get over him.”

Guffawing, you roll your eyes, nervously pushing your hair behind your ear. “There’s no Heeseung thing.”

“Yes there is. I wasn’t born yesterday. Not to mention, your scent sweetens up even more whenever I mention him.”

“Really?” You grunt, hitting your head back on the mirror. “You must think I’m pathetic after last night..”

“Oh, the whole touching yourself while he fucked other girls?” Jay cocks an eyebrow, moving to stand between your thighs. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about that..” 

His palms find your knees, thumbs stroking over the insides of your thighs. “I had an inkling you weren’t as innocent as you like to act. The whole crushing on your step-brother and sneaking into his bedroom—“

“I don’t have a crush on him!”

“Whatever, you wanna fuck him- or well, you want him to fuck you.” The Alpha grins knowingly, slowly inching up to the middle of your thigh. “You want him to fuck you so bad you’re even getting off to the thought of it. The smell of slick still on your fingers last night..”

“It’s not that, I just—“

“You wanna fuck him.”

“I..” you pause, distracted by the heat radiating from his skin, the way his fingers knead and dig into the meat of your thighs. “Maybe.”

Jay nods, stepping closer until his groin meets the ledge of the counter, focused on the tips of his fingers disappearing beneath your dress. “But you can’t, so you want to get over him, right?”

“I don’t know how..”

“You know, you can’t get over him,” the Alpha hums softly, hands fully hidden under the material of your dress, teasing at the straps of your panties. “Until you get under someone else.”

“God, you’re cheesy.”

Jays chuckles, snapping the material over your hips. “But am I wrong? You really want to continue moping around trying to avoid him for who knows how much longer, until you can afford to move?”

Throughout convincing you to give in and cave, he continues to play with the lacey material of your panties, easing down into a squat until his face is at level with your thighs. “Don’t forget, if you don’t have fun tonight I owe you coffee.” The Alpha winks, resting his cheek against your thigh.

“Is this your idea of fun?” 

“Do you wanna find out?”

Your Omega naturally screams, practically thrashes inside of you shouting at the top of her lungs YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES; but your chest aches as you sink against the mirror and part your legs open to invite him in.

Jay was right about the drink, and he’s right about this. You can’t let whatever this is control your life, this obsession with Heeseung. Not after all these years you’ve spent trying to get over him, landing yourself in the beds of other Alphas.

“Show me.” 

The smile plastered on Jay’s face never seems to disappear, hiking your dress up to your waist to fully take in the seat of your underwear molded to your cunt. He sucks in a deep breath, slurping at the taste of sweetness filling the air this close to your heat. 

“I don’t know how he controls himself around you.” Jay says under his breath, too quiet for you to catch. Tucking his fingers inside the waistband of your underwear, he eases them down your hips slowly, gently peeling the fabric clinging to your middle away. His jaw parts open with each new reveal of skin, salivating by the time he coaxes your panties off and has the perfect close up view of your glistening wet folds. 

The Alpha stares right at your freshly exposed smooth cunt, shooting shivers through your limbs under his full attention, his gaze unwavering from where slick pours freely past your clenching hole. “Such a pretty pussy..”

“Jay..”

“Shh shh, I wanna eat you out, can I? Can I taste your sweet little cunt?” 

Blood rushes to your ears, feeling more desperate to give him whatever he wants. He seems hesitant to do anything more than stare until you whimper and nod, reaching to grip a chunk of his hair between your digits. “Please.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice sweetheart.” 

He surges forward, lips wrapping around your clit as his palm lays flat against your inner thigh to open you up more, his free hand sneaking below his chin to brush a thumb down the center of your folds. Thick slick trickles down to his wrist, tongue making quick movement to build up a frenzy of heat from between legs to your throat. 

Tracing his fingers through your swelling folds, his thumb taps at your entrance to draw more slick out, coercing it down past the dip between your ass. The Alphas tongue continuously laps at your bundle of nerves, wetly slipping around hitting each dip and crevice. He groans against your heat, stroking up and down, the bridge of his straight nose beaming at this angle, face buried between your legs. “Fuck, Jay..”

Grunting, he slaps under your thigh, scooping it up to push your leg higher and stretch your pussy lips open. “You always get this wet?” He says, pressing kisses up and down your parted folds. “Or am I just that good?” 

“Ugh, you’re so—ah, fuck!” A firm lick right over your swollen bud cuts you off, hips tilting up against the pressure seeking more. “Yes, yes, so wet.”

“Yeah,” Jay affirms confidently, dipping two digits near your entrance just to tease. “That’s it. That’s what I want.” 

He presses down slowly, fingertips applying pressure against your hole. “Bet it’s nice and tight.” Cursing, he gently eases in, instantaneously feeling the clamp of your cunt around his digits. “So tight and still you need something bigger..”

The Alphas lips find their way back to your clit, egged on by your fist pulling roughly at his hair. Two fingers begin to stroke inside of you following the pace of his tongue, licking pointed and hard at your stiffened bud.

Pressure builds and builds the further he reaches, fingers curling in deep applying a pressure inside that matches up with the same his tongue applies. Moans drip from your lips, struggling to not squirm down and rock your heat against his face until he’s unable to even breathe. “Alpha, I’m close—“

“Yeah? Fucking give it to me then.” Jay’s voice comes out rough, choking on the slick he laps up from his palm, tongue tracing around his digits stretching you open. “Let go for me baby.”

“Ah!” Ruining the Alphas styled hair, you pull his tendrils through your balled fist, legs shaking around him as pleasure courses through your limbs and Jay doesn’t let up on your clit, sucking your nerves until you shout and arch off the mirror; body shuddering as orgasm washes over you.

He doesn’t give you much time to savor the fervent sensation, fast to stand up and hoist your other thigh up for both of your feet to be set on the counter. Digits still buried inside as he leans in and captures your lips in a fierce kiss. “Can you squirt?”

Still too sensitive and disoriented, your head rolls, gasping for air. “What?”

“Doesn’t matter.” The Alpha presses under your navel, thumb swiping your bundles of nerves as he stays buried deep. “Gonna make you squirt, you’re so god damn swollen inside..”

“Alpha.. s’too—I can’t yet.”

He grunts, the tendons lining his forearm flexing with each thrust jamming through your heat, laying more pressure above your mound until you squirm and nearly lose your balance. “Can feel you squeezing around me..”

Jay lets out a string of curses, licking across your upper lip. “So deep, does it hurt, baby?”

“N-no, feel—“ it’s hard to explain anything the more your head spins, tummy tightening up, pussy clenched around his fingers. Everything feels too good, curled deep inside your soaked pussy. The sound emitting from between your legs has you turning away to hide your face, only for a growl to rumble up Jay’s chest as he presses in and licks up your cheek. 

“Feels good, yeah? You hear that?”

It’s loud, the gushing sound of your arousal flicked around inside, fingers firmly dragging through your heat. He knows you're almost there, still coming down from your previous orgasm as he beckons the next to appear. “Come on.” He fucks in harder, wet fingers thrusting in and out squelching embarrassingly loud through the room.

“Al-alpha!” His thumb slams down, applying harsh pressure to your swollen clit, rubbing wet circles along with his relentless fingers. 

“God, what a sensitive little pussy, can’t wait to fuck my cock nice and deep—“

“Ah, fuck!” 

A strong burst of fluid splashes out around his digits, the stream forceful enough to nearly push him out as he stops to watch your hole convulse around his digits. Easing himself free to watch another spray of clear liquid exit without his fingers to obstruct the power behind your squirt. “Fuck.” Jay licks at his lips, sucking saliva that's gathered around his tongue. “So fucking hot..”

He pats between your thighs, making your tired eyes flutter open and jump back to protect your over sensitive core; still trembling and jolting from the aftershocks as you reach down to push him away and cover yourself. 

The Alphas forehead wrinkles, reaching to unzip himself. “Think you can do it again?” He hisses, tapping the ball of his shoe on the puddle that’s formed on the floor underneath your. “Fuck.”

“I-I dunno..”

“I’ll take you home,” tugging himself free, he grips around the base of his length, teeth clenched together. “Just need a little preview..” his free hand traps your wrists, unveiling your cunt as he slams your hand against your stomach and strokes his shaft, stopping under the tip. “Just a little bit—“

Jay groans, neck dropping to one side as he runs the tip of his cock between your wet puffy folds. It’s not enough to satiate his Alpha, but it’s enough to quell the dire need to stuff you full to the brim, for now. 

“Unnghh..”

“You can take it.” He teases at your entrance, prodding in his slit coated with slick and precum to feel how hot and tight you actually are. “Already stretched you open and you still can’t fit me in there, fuck.”

Jay mocks you further by poking an inch in, eyes rolling shut at how tight you actually are, clamped firmly around him. “Need to fuck you, feel you cum around my cock.” Drawing back, he slaps his length down repeatedly, making your hips jerk up. “But not like this.”

It’s excruciating to tuck himself away, to fix your dress and somehow get to his car. The drive even more painful as you slink across the center and suck on his jawline, cupping and kneading his crotch.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me crash.” 

The Alphas back on you as soon as you enter the elevator, tongue sliding in past your lips to find yours, palms massaging up the backs of your thighs to cup and squeeze your ass. “You feel so fucking good.” As soon as you exit it’s even harder to open the door, refusing to unlatch for a minute to find his keycard, he pats around, lapping at the corners of your mouth.

One hard squeeze around his groin has him pulling away, eyes wrinkling shut as he nods rapidly and finally opens the door to shove you inside, going straight for his bedroom.

“Present.” 

Of course the Alpha expects you to be a little docile Omega, get down on your knees and shove your ass up in the air to expose both of your holes for him. Fingers snap you out of thought, stripping out of your dress before turning around to climb onto his bed.

Jay lets out a sound of approval, following you to run his nails down from your waist to right above the swell of your ass. “Down right pretty everywhere, what a tasty Omega you are.”

Sucking spit between his teeth, he works fast to remove his clothes and stand behind you, cupping your hips to shake your ass. He’d ask if you’re ready, if not for how painfully his balls throb, heavy with need and begging for release. “Go lower for me.” A weighty palm soothes down your spine, pushing at the center of your back. “Yeah, like that, so good for me. Listening so good.”

The Alphas length twitches, slit covered with a mess of precum. Keeping you held in position with his commanding hold, he wraps around his shaft, bouncing the weight of his girth to relieve some of the ache. He knows he has to go slow and not risk the chance of cumming too fast, wanting to draw this out as long as he can after waiting for so long tonight.

“Don’t wanna hurt you..” he murmurs, lining the tip of his size up with your hole. The same wide blunt pressure from earlier returning, stinging as he pushes in only an inch. “But I might.”

The Alpha rumbles behind you, increasing the pressure as his cock begins to glide in and really stretch you, nothing only two of his fingers could have properly prepared you for.

“Ah!”

“You’re opening up so good..” 

His flattery softens to blow of each new passing inch, flooding heat through your stomach and sparks of arousal. The sharp sting of the thick part of his girth breaching past your resistance lodges your breath, scrambling to grab onto some of his bedding as your eyes shoot open in shock.

Jay’s not just average big, he’s big. The thickness and how he stretches you wide feels new even. Sharp stinging sensation rushing tears to your eyes as you gasp and squeeze them shut.

“Feel so full don’t you?” He pants, slapping his palms down on your ass with a growl. “Too big for your innocent sweet ass.” He says between an exerted grunt, penetrating halfway before he draws out to the tip and gawks at the amount of slick that chases after him. “Fucking hell.”

The Alpha loses it from there, straddling the backs of your thighs with a fierce grip on your waist. Thick cock prodding at your opening once more before he fully presses against the tiny opening and thrusts in even deeper. “Fuck fuck!” 

“Alpha!” You scurry to gather the blanket under you, bundling it up under your throat to scream into. 

“Taking my cock so so so good.” Jay manages to keep you pinned down, beginning to push in past your resistance as your body relaxes and invites him in. He moves to grip the fold right under your lower back where your ass begins to curve, roughly sinking the tips of his fingers in. “You know why?” He says between licking saliva pooling at the corners of his lips. “Cause you’re made for this, just born to take cock.”

Hips press right up to your ass when he finishes speaking, finally burying every painful inch of his fat girth inside of you. The Alpha relishes in the tight heat, neck thrown back listening to the sobs you try to muffle, the wet trickle of slick bubbling out around his size. 

Heeseung really has no clue what he’s missing out on.

Jay thinks, rolling his hips in experimental thrusts, testing out just how far he can stretch your insides. The wet sound emitting between your connected lower halves only grows louder, digging your face deeper into his bedding to not shout out from the pleasure beginning to take over. “Fuck.” 

He leans over your back, sweaty chest heavily laid against your spine, brushing your hair to one side to belt your nape, fingertips tapping along the sides of your throat. “Are you forgetting yet?” He asks in a low rasp, snapping forward even harder, ass clapping back against his hip bones.

It’s torturous how slow he moves, angling his length to press against every side of your walls until you go lax beneath him and he’s able to pull out halfway without the vacuum seal of your cunt gripped around him. “That’s right, let go for me.”

He huffs, breathless and rough, throat tight with arousal. “Tell me how good it feels, how good my fucking cock feels inside this hot wet pussy.” 

Jay hums, rutting against your ass with more force, adding strength behind each slam of his hips. The motion has your knees spreading further along the bed, pushing your thighs into a near split as he keeps the back of your neck trapped in place and builds up to a brutal pace. “Are you listening?” He sneers, landing a weighted slap across your ass. “How’s it feel baby? Come on, I wanna hear it.”

Putting emphasis behind his words, he grinds in deep only for you to hear each wet gushing sound, just to hear how wet you are, how you can’t stop leaking around his size. 

“J-jay—Alpha!” It’s near impossible to brace yourself for the next thrust, landing belly flat on his bed with your eyes squeezed shut. “S’too big! You’re too big Alpha, p-please!”

“What are you even begging for?” He snarls, stradling your hips for better leverage to lean over and wrap your throat up in his biceps. “Please Alpha, please—“ he mocks, groaning against your ear. Falling into a faster speed, fucking you right into the bed, slamming the headboard loudly with each drop of his hips pummeling your ass.

“Please, your co-cock feels soo..” so deep, reaching your cervix, so full and gaped, so mind numbingly euphoric. Scratching at his sheets, your feet kick under unyielding weight crashing down. “So good!”

“I know,” he coo’s, arching your spine up to put you in a proper chokehold, biceps rippling around you. “Bet you can’t even take my knot.”

With his lips pressed to your ear, he smirks, coaxing your release as he sucks your earlobe, tongue flicking. “Will you cum for me? Cum for Alpha.”

Muscle tightens around your throat, choking any response you could give, tongue hanging out drooling onto the sheets, moaning and wailing. He grips your chin, twisting your neck to the side to lavv at your tongue, sucking at your bottom lip. “Cum for me, squeeze my cock baby.”

That’s enough to push you over once again, eyes rolling back leaving nothing but whites behind. Breath gets stuck in your chest, limbs fluttering out as heat boils over and spills down between your thighs, sucking around the length continuing to work in and out past your orgasm. The Alpha growls, pulling out to the tip and aiming to seethe his cock in to the brim, exerting extra effort to fill you up through your release. Slick spurts around his size, leaking down to the bed creating a large wet patch below your hips.

Jay’s thrusts turn sloppy, arms loosening around your neck. “So. Fucking. Tight.” With gritted teeth he pulls out, cock landing wet and hard against your lower back. “Came so much,” he mutters, swiping three fingers between your thighs to slap your ass with. Make you feel all the slick that hasn’t stopped dripping out. “Came so much for me.”

Pushing back he settles over your thighs, wet cock slotted between your buttcheeks as he begins to rut forward and slaps his palms down on your upper back. “G-gonna cum, mark you with my cum.”

Slick guides the way, freely rolling his hips back and forth watching his length glide between your ass. The sound of wet and fleshy meat bouncing shoots jolts of heat up your chest, biting down on the blanket to control your moans as Jay lets out a loud growl and ruts against your faster.

“Ah—s-shit!” He stammers, jerking forward and grabbing his cock roughly to smack down on the pert roundness of your ass. Screaming through clenched teeth as the first string of cum shoots out forcefully, quickly warming up your lower back with a pool of cum. 

Only ragged breath plays around the room after, squirming under him to move. The Alpha falls to your side, breathily mumbling curses and running a hand over his face. “Fuck, that was great.”

It was great, and yet your mind immediately races back to Heeseung. It would have been even better with him, more personal, more than just another one night stand..

Remorse quickly settles as soon as you hear Jay snoring, careful to remove yourself from his bed and tiptoe around to grab your items. The desperate need to shower and rid yourself of the Alphas scent and scrub his now drying cum has you sneaking out of his bedroom, clicking the door shut as quietly as possible. 

Quietly enough for Heeseung to miss his chance to hide, half struck by pain and anger where he stands; wet eyes catching you off guard when you turn toward the bathroom. 

“Hee?!”

Your voice pulls him out of the trance, blinking back tears and shaking his head. “Hee, when did you—“

He steps back when you move closer, walking fast to his room to shut the door in your face. “Hee, wait! It’s not—“ you start out of breath, shoving your way inside his room before he can shut the door. “It’s— why the fuck are you upset!”

Covering your mouth shocked by your explosive anger, you move away to apologize, continuing to cover your mouth. Why should you apologize? 

Heeseung turns, the wet tears rimming his eyes long gone, blinking furiously. “I leave you alone for one day and you go fuck Jay? Are you that easy?”

“What?!”

“I heard you!” He spits, trudging closer to pinch your dress. “What the fuck is this? Since when did you become such a slut?”

“Fuck you!” Anger boils over, sending you forward to push at his chest. “Don’t talk to me like that!”

“I’m talking to you the way you deserve! Letting some guy like Jay fuck you?!”

“He’s your friend! And he’s nice to me, and he wants to fuck me!” You have to bite down on your tongue to not add in ‘unlike you’, digging your fingers into his pecs. “Why do you care anyway, aren’t you busy fucking Hyungjin or whatever! Stay out of my business!”

“You are my business.” Heeseung grabs your hands, crushing your fingers tight enough to hurt. “Your mom didn’t send you to live here with me just so you can go act like some whore, fucking any Alpha that gives you the slightest bit of attention!”

“My mom likes Jay!” You snap back, hissing when he grips your hand harder. “Let go of me, you’re being an asshole!”

“I can’t believe you’d just—“ he speaks frantically, blinking away the sting returning to the backs of his eyes. “You’re too good for him, you should be with someone like,” he stutters, sighing. “Like—“

“What?! Like you!” 

Heeseung lets go of you to run his hands over his face, throwing his head back. “Yes! You should be with me! You should be with me.”

He repeats to make sure he actually said it, tongue burning as if he just dunked it in a bucket of acid. Saliva flees his throat when he needs it the most, taking a heavy gulp as he finds your confused stunned expression. “I mean, someone who cares about you.”

“You think I should be with someone like you?” You ask brazenly, invading his space, chest pressed just under his. “Someone who’s too cowardly to even own up to his feelings? Someone who can’t even look me in the eye and tell me that you like me?”

Heeseung’s lips twitch, fingers thrumming at his sides, balling in and out of stiff fists. He glares back at you, beginning to shake. “I take it back. You do deserve a fuck boy like Jay who won’t even care when you cry. Who will pick his friends over you, won’t even check on you when you get sick—“

“Fuck you Hee, stop using him as an excuse for why you haven’t ever done shit!”

“And what am I supposed to do?!” Heeseung towers over you, unknowingly directing you back to press against his bedroom wall. Anger seeps between his words, as he leans in and whispers. “You think you can just go fuck one of my friends and get your way?”

“No, I— you can’t do this! This is your fault!”

“Bullshit!” The Alphas deep rasp sends shivers up your spine. Unfamiliar with this side of him even after all these years. He’s never once used his Alpha voice on you, never had to, never felt the need to. It’s impossible to not cower away and hide your face, instinctive fear wobbles up to your mouth, sensing tears ready to escape.

“Fuck you.. you are the asshole.” You whimper, weakly pushing fist at his stomach for space. “It’s your fault for never..”

“Say it, come on.”

“No. You’re being mean.”

Heeseung scoffs, moving you away from the wall toward his bed and tapping your chin. “For never pissing off our parents and trying to fuck you myself? Is that what you want to hear? That I’m too much of a pussy to deal with the consequences if we got caught?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yeah. We both know what this is about.” He sits down, nodding for you to sit on his lap just as you had the other day before Jay interrupted, stretching his neck to one side. “Come here.”

“It’s not Jay’s fault.” You murmur quietly, settling down to sit on his thighs. Immediately tempted to hide your face in the crook of his neck. “You left me, and—“

Heeseung shushes you, pushing the back of your head to encourage you to scent him. Calm floats around you the second your nose runs across his skin, taking in a soft inhale of the Alphas scent that clings to the back of your tongue, suffocating your tonsils with each breath. 

It’s fleeting for the Alpha, unconsciously burying his fingers deeper into your hair as the sound of your moans melded with Jay’s replay. It’s not until you squirm in discomfort that he stops and realizes, prying his grip away and clearing his throat. “Better?”

“I guess..” you sniffle, digging your palms against his shoulders. “Apologize for being mean to me.”

Heeseung sighs, biting at one side of his tongue annoyed. “You want me to apologize? Fine.” Wrapping around your waist, he moves to stand and turn around to lay you down beneath him, eyes bouncing across your confused pout. “I’m sorry.”

A small smile lifts the corner of his lip, reaching for the straps of your dress as he bends in closer to whisper. “I’m sorry that I didn’t fuck you sooner.”

He wastes no time to pull the material off your skin, pausing only to finally get a look at all of you, every inch of you. “I really- I should have fucked you before him.. can’t believe he got to see you like this.”

Heeseung tries to ignore how angry that makes him, knowing that Jay probably kissed and licked all over your beautiful body, dug his unworthy fingers into your flesh. He shakes the thought away, tossing the dress aside to run his hands down your thighs and roam lower. 

“Alpha.. I’m sorry, I wanted you..” 

He hisses, tickling down toward your core to spread apart the fleshy skin hiding your wet labia folds. “Yeah? You wanted me? How long?”

“Always, since before we even.. since before we even knew each other.” You hiccup, arching up slightly as his thumb grazes over your still sensitive nub. “Always wanted to be yours.”

“Me too.” Heeseung nods, licking his upper lip. “You’ve always been mine, whether or not I could do anything about it..”

“You can now..” you say shyly, angling your hips up to allow him a better view. 

“Did you let him eat your pretty pussy?” His throat tightens, thumb venturing lower between your chubbed folds, stopping right before your entrance. “Did he make you cum?”

“Yes Alpha..”

Heeseung considers how many times Jay could have made you reach release, tracing around your tight ring of muscle confidently, knowing he’ll make you cum more. He’ll make your legs shake, make you lose your mind, drag his tongue through every little crevice. He won’t stop until you have absolutely nothing left, even when you beg and cry; even when you try to get away and whimper that you can’t.

“Of course he did.” Licking at the backs of his teeth, he moves back to sit, nodding. “You want me, right?”

“Yes..”

“Show me then, show me that you’re a worthy Omega for me.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“You’re not that dumb pup,” biting down on his lip, he tickles up your thigh. “You came for Jay?” There’s irritation laced in his tone, tilting his head condescendingly. 

Heeseung’s clearly not going to make this easy, as if he’s so innocent. It’s with another tap against your hip that you sit up and return to sit on his lap, pouting when he cups your face and strokes your cheeks. “I don’t like being mean to you..”

That’s the thing, he’s never been anything more than perfect. That’s why this has always been an underlying fear, changing the dynamics of your relationship. “But I’m hurt..”

“I am too!” You sigh, slumping against him. “You didn’t have to fuck two girls right here where I could hear everything.”

The Alpha pushes your cheeks up, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “I’m sorry about that, and for snapping at you.”

Nodding, you ease around his shoulders, kissing up the column of his throat.

“..and you, are you sorry?” Heeseung whispers, not wanting to ask but sensing his annoyance heighten the longer you fail to grace him with a response.

“Well. No.” Sitting up, you shrug and knead his shoulders. “That was a dick move Hee!”

“You’re not sorry that you fucked my friend?!” The anger he’d been trying to control spills over, clutching your waist to keep you held in place. “You can’t be serious!”

“Don’t yell at me like that! I stand by my point. I can fuck whoever I want until you do something about it.”

Blood rushes to the Alphas ears, digging his nails into the flesh lining your waist. “Do something..” he repeats quietly, lip twitching. “I’ll do something.”

A deep roar passes from his chest, hoisting your ass down to rut your core along the large bulge formed between his hips. The friction makes you hiss initially, especially with how roughly he maneuvers you. “I know how Jay fucks, he’s not nice.” Heeseung sneers, circling your waist with one arm to capture your jaw, digits digging into your cheeks. “You let him knot you too?”

“N-no Alpha..”

He nods in approval, jackhammering up to crush your cunt against his covered groin, teeth grinding from the wetness seeping past the material of his pants. “Did he cum inside of you?” Heeseung asks in a serious low tone, chin tilted in, furious gaze concentrating to make sure you’re not lying.

“No, he didn’t! I swear.”

That seems to satisfy him, fingers patting your cheek as he controls your lower half and moves you back and forth by the waist, pants now soaked with your slick. “You’re just insatiable aren’t you? Dripping down my thighs like a slut.”

“Ugh—no, n-not a slut.”

Shaking his head and tightening his hold, he grins, tongue clicking. “Tskk, who do you think I am? I know you, rubbing your ass against me in your sleep. Crawling to my bed the last few weeks in nothing but a small pair of underwear. Leaving your sweet scent all over my clothes, you think I was born yesterday?”

“I didn’t.. on purpose..” Heeseung’s still too coherent, too in control for you to have this conversation properly. So what if you did all of those things, it’s not like he’s in the clear; not like you didn’t wake up multiple times with his morning wood jammed against your ass. “Hee, ugh, I c-can’t, hurts.. sensitive.”

“Yeah? Bet you are after taking that monster,” he mumbles, irritation spiking as he holds you closer to slap your ass. “Surprised you can even walk still.” 

Releasing your jaw, he wraps around your shoulders, lifting his ass off the bed to roll your cunt against his crotch, groaning and biting down on your collarbone. “Fuck, how are you so god damn wet.”

The sound of damp cloth floats up from under your heat, making a huge mess of his pants with each rough stroke against your swollen bud. “A-ah! I’m cum—“

Heeseung halts, biting down hard on the juncture between your neck and chest, stopping all movement before you can hit climax. “No you’re not. Not yet.”

He kisses you, stealing away the whine you’re ready to let out. Every ounce of calm and patience he’s been trying to keep up snaps, licking past the seam of your lip’s ferociously. It’s harder for you to not grind down, desperate to cum; not being able to has your Omega wailing. Clutching at his shoulders pilantly, caught off guard as he hoists you up and picks you up like nothing.

“Alpha!”

Large palms smooth up from your thighs to your ass, gripping and digging, adding a few slaps before setting your feet down and shoving your back to the wall. Heeseung snatches your lips again, taking full control of the kiss, savoring every new taste he finds licking through your mouth. Teeth clink together the sloppier it gets, drool passing down your chins, scrambling to remove his ruined pants until he swats your hands away and shakes his head, biting down on your lip. Teeth burying into the plush soft meat, hands roaming your body to feel up all your curves, spending extra time squishing your breasts as he teases your hungry tongue. 

Fingers tickle down between your thighs, sucking on your tongue one last time before lowering onto his knees.

“Hee..”

“Need a taste.” He says roughly, palms wrapping around your legs to manhandle your thighs open. Sweet stickiness sticks to the rough of his mouth, salivating as he leans in and takes a deep breath. “So good puppy, always knew you’d smell so fucking good..”

A primal urge to mark up your thighs has him surging forward with an open mouth, lapping up the trickling mess of slick rivering free from your cunt. He growls, head shaking as soon as he latches onto the soft meaty flesh, teeth digging in enough to make you back arch, steal your breath. Slick drips faster, landing on his nose and chin the more he works to suck on the skin lining your inner thighs, nipping and taking bites just to feel your hips jerk out of fear. Fear that he’ll leave a mark that can last more than just a few weeks, fear that you’d let him..

Wet lips pop off only to take a deep breath before going back in, clenching your thighs around his face instinctively. Heeseung growls, slapping your hip and jerkily hauling your leg over his shoulder. “Get on me.”

“What?!”

“I said- get on me.” He commands, reaching to grasp your other thigh. 

“No! You’ll drop me!”

The Alpha glares up between your legs, slapping your ass, taking matters into his own hands, literally. Fighting your resistance, he gets your thigh up on his shoulder, pressing your back against the wall harder. “Fuck, Hee!”

Without wasting another second he leans forward, tongue immediately burying in past your thick labia folds; aiming straight for your hole. 

“Oh my God!” You stammer, reaching around you to grab onto something, more vulnerable and helpless in this position. Even with your back slipping up and down the wall you feel out of control, legs tightening like a vine around his shoulders. 

Heeseung groans, wiggling past your muscle, slick covering the entirety of his face as his nose lodges up against your clit and he shakes ferociously. Worse than a starved dog, tongue lapping up the wetness coating your walls, sucking every drip down the back of his throat.

“Fuck, you taste too good.” He says out of breath, diving in for more. His tongue lavvs between your folds, cleaning up any of the slick that's gathered there. Slapping the sides of your thighs roughly, he groans and wraps around your bundle of nerves. Shoulders flexed to push you up higher and bounce your cunt against his face.

“Alpha! No no!”

With digits dug into your thighs he rocks your lower half down, leaving you no choice but to ride his tongue. Chest pumping up and down as you reach to pull on his hair and fear gets replaced with pleasure. His teeth graze your clit, tongue stiffened as he points the tip roughly to swipe your nerves side to side, melting your mind with jolts of numbness. “Ah, fuck!”

Gasping for breath he drops one of your legs, scooting closer on his knees to hold open your pussy lips and lick a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit over and over again until you pull at his scalp. “If—if you k-keep doing that—“

“Cum on my tongue,” he tuts, slapping your thigh again. “Cum down my fucking throat.”

“Shitshitshit—“ breaking into a scream, your fingers bury through his thick head of hair. Head shaking against the wall, brain failing the function when the Alphas tongue thrusts back inside of your heat. Wiggling his way back in as he reaches around to cup your ass, molding the fleshy meat between his fingers and shoving you forward to roll down on his tongue again. 

“Oh fuck, Alpha—your tongues so,” shouting, you kick, foot slamming down on the floor. Hips gyrating against the weight of his wet tongue jamming in and out. “So deep, so deep inside!”

Heeseung grunts, pulling out to spit and lap your slick together creating a sloppy mess between your folds, tugging the sensitive flesh between his lips to suck on. The firm hold on your ass unrelenting even as he circles your clit again. More aggressive with his tongue; flicking up and down, rubbing back and forth. Jaw open wide to draw the entirety of your cunt inside of his mouth and suck harshly. He takes a long winded deep breath, returning to your hole to circle around; still sensitive and aching from being fucked so roughly, tongue rolling against the impending pulse of your release. 

“Give me all that cum.” He growls, mouth wide as he buries back in and groans when your walls begin to pulse speedily around his tongue. The heat and slick flowing out filling his mouth and nose until he gags and has to pull out to breathe. Panting heavily, he pats your ass, forehead rolling against your hip. “That’s my good puppy.”

He spews a string of curses, wiping at the slick that's poured down his throat. Dragging wet fingers to his lips to suck on slowly, peering up at you on his knees akin to a bloodthirsty hound.

“Oh my God..” rubbing your thighs together, you squeeze tight to ignore the tremor that runs up from your toes. Shaking your head in disbelief as the Alpha stands up and smears the spit off his fingers across your parted lips. He grabs your waist, pulling you close for a kiss, swapping the spit blended slick with your tongue. 

Heeseung licks all over your mouth, lapping down your chin fervently, licking up your jaw to your ear. 

“Come here,” tugging your arms, he throws you back onto his bed, mounting the backs of your thighs before you can turn. Groping your ass as he adjusts you until your hips and stomach are laid on his thighs. Locked in place with an elbow set on your lower back. “Are you sorry now?”

“Huh?”

“Wrong answer.” The first land of his palm striking your ass has you jumping up, chest rising from the bed with a gasp.

“Hee?! What the fuck!”

“Shut up, don’t talk back to me like that.” Another slap hurdles down, clapping your tender skin roughly, repeating his question with another pinching slap. “I said- are you sorry now?”

“No!” Preparing yourself for the next hit, you clench your eyes shut, knees locked together. It never comes, opting to fist your hair and pull your neck back instead, leaning in to blow on your wet cheek. 

“Not only a slut but a damn brat too?” He says in a deep rasp, flipping you down onto your back fast. The Alpha makes a quick movement, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder just before a loud smack resounds between your thighs, thrashing your hips upward as you begin to whimper and plead. 

“No no!”

“This is what slutty disobedient brats deserve.” He grunts, repeating the motion, landing slap after slap between your thighs where you’re most sensitive. “Bet you could cum from this alone, look at this nasty pool of slick.” Using the leg on his shoulder, he lifts your ass up midair. Slapping your butt tauntingly, gaze burning over your core up close. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”

“Hee, Alpha please, please!” Throbbing pain shoots up your core. It’s all too much and yet not enough, more aroused than you’ve been all night. He sucks in a deep breath, entranced by your hole pulsing open, begging to be filled and fucked. “Want you! Want you! You, only you!” 

Heeseung growls, bending closer to press a gentle kiss on your abused clit. “And?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay?! Please!”

He smiles proudly, appeased enough to stop torturing you, for now. “That wasn’t hard, was it.” Finally peeling off his clothes, the Alpha pulls your knees to the edge of the bed, eyes stuck on your exasperated expression. 

“Should I.. present?”

“No, stay just like this.”

“Oh..”

“I wanna see you, want everything.” Gripping the base of his length, he lays the shaft between your slit. Chest heaving up and down as he positions your thighs around his hips and takes time to run his palms up and down, testing out how every piece of smooth flesh and dip feels. “You’re perfect, perfect for me.”

“Fuck, Hee, don’t..”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He says firmly, gripping your chin to look at him. “Keep those pretty eyes on me, want you to watch everything too.”

You’re more beautiful than he could've imagined under him, cock twitching as he takes in your blown out gaze, plump kiss bitten lips. “Want you to be mine finally, only mine.”

Breathlessly you nod, licking and sucking at his thumb pressing down on your bottom lip. “Make me yours, wanna be yours. I’ll be good for you Alpha.”

Heeseung gulps, swallowing the thick humid air carrying nothing but your sweet sweet aroused scent, already addicted to the taste. Licking at the corners of his mouth hungrily wishing for another taste until his cock jerks and breaks his suptor. “Good for me.” He repeats, hazy and drunk off the heat radiating from your skin. “Good for your Alpha.”

Gripping his heavy length, he strokes, thumbing at the swollen head with a hiss. The tip runs down between your folds, an eager moan sounding below as his dick parts open the swollen flesh surrounding your entrance.

If Jay was too big, Heeseung’s bulbous tip has your waist arching up in a panic, biting down on your lip nervously the more he teasingly pushes in only to feel the snap of your cunt around his cockhead. “So wet for me, get wet just like this for me?”

“Uh-huh” you nod lazily, more focused on controlling your breath and bracing yourself for the first inch.

“Why do you look so nervous, pup?” He coo’s, eyebrows furrowing. “Need cock in you that bad huh? Doesn’t even matter who it is.”

“N-no Alpha, only yours!”

A rumble rises up his throat, his Alpha shouting that you’re lying. You’ll take anyone's cock like a whore. He’ll fix that, make sure you listen well. “Yeah?”

“Yes! Want your cock! Please Hee.”

Kissing the backs of his teeth he nods, wanting to take it slow, let every inch passing through wash over him; but that’s not what you deserve. One second you’re empty, dreading and anticipating the painful stretch, stuffed to the brim before you can even take your next breath.

“Ah!”

Even with how wet you are it’s a struggle to accommodate his size, fists balling up and slamming down on the bed with trembling lips. The forceful thrust he nails you with has your back sliding up the blanket making Heeseung mount the bed on his knees for better control. It aches, burns, feels so good all at once, skyrocketing your senses into a chaotic frenzy.

“Fucking perfect.” He grunts above you, jaw hung loose in awe gazing at skin covering your mound throb over the sheer size of his cock filling you so wide and deep. He only takes a minute to admire the sight of his girth pushing your skin, lacking the willpower to stop himself from sliding in and out of your sopping wet cunt. As much as your walls squeeze around his size, and your inner muscles move against him; body begging for more and less creating new waves of friction around him, he can’t stop himself from seeking for more.

Skin slapping and splashing wet squelches resound, echoing louder than your pathetic moans and whimpers. “Wanted my cock?” Heeseung growls, pushing your thighs up to pretzel you in, leaving your feet dangling in the air with each ram of his hips. 

“Yesyes!” You gurgle, drooling and grasping at anything your fingers can latch onto. “So good, feel so good touching you.”

Heeseung huffs loudly, astonished by how high he feels. How blazed and dizzy he’s becomes from your scent, fucking you harder to chase after more. Taunted by the thought that your release can only taste much sweeter when it’s thanks to his cock stuffing you full.

All you can do is cry, biting down on your own hand to stop a scream from ripping your vocal chords. The Alpha seems determined to carve a space out for his cock and his cock alone, driving inside deep with each pointed thrust. The commotion in your stomach builds and builds, stirred manically by each plunging thrust pounded into you. Slick gushes and pulses out around him, struggling for a second to move from how tight you grip around him.

“Holy shit, you came.” That only seems to make Heeseung want to fuck you more, break you down to nothing, make you useless for any other cock. His thrusts don’t cease, only picking up pace and crushing your limbs more until you’re completely limp and folded making it all too easy to glide in and out of your wetness.

Crying out from the overstimulation, you tremble, whimpering and weakly slapping at the bed.

“You’re leaking so much, such a good Omega.” He says in shock, an absurd amount of slick making each glide of his length even sloppier. Dripping out, smeared all over the backs of your thighs and ass.

Heeseung’s still so hard, you can’t imagine he’ll stop anytime soon. Obsessed with the way you tremble and gaze up drunkenly, tongue hung out just begging to have your mouth stuffed with cock. “Fuck, I lo—“

Choking on a sob he tucks his lips in to stop, nearly losing his mind as his balls pulse and he retracts the three words that nearly escaped him. Knowing he’s close and not ready to let go of your sweet cunt, he trembles and falls into an inhumane pace. “Cum for me again, let me feel that pussy suck around me one more time, puppy.”

The term of endearment makes your chest cave, eyes ablaze at his request, unable to even mumble that you can’t anymore. Too strung out and emptied after so many times, you’d swear you were in heat if not. 

“You can,” Heeseung murmurs, sneaking a hand between your bodies to press down on your clit. 

“Hee!” Tears pour down your cheeks heavily, salty and warm as they slip in past your lips. Cunt fucked raw and sore, leaving you with zero energy to do or say more other than let out wet sobs. 

Pinching your bundle of nerves just right, he somehow coaxes another weak orgasm out of you, legs gone stiff as the rush of pleasure rips away the last of your coherency, brain dead of thought beyond cum and the earthy scent that’s taken over your mind.

“G-gonna knot you,” he chokes, the base of his cock already beginning to expand. “W-wanna see you—fall apart on my knot. Take all of it.”

“Alpha!” You shriek, scrambling to grab onto his arms, head tossed back as his knot begins to push in and stretch you out more than you thought was possible. “Ah—fuck, please! S’too much, too much for me!”

Heeseung tuts, hoisting your knees onto the crook of his arms, angling your hips up to penetrate deeper. “Take it, take it,” he spits, eyes stuck on your hole fighting against the stretch. “Fuck, you’re so good. Taking all of it.”

“Hee—“ wheezing, you come to a still, letting out a silent cry as hot water pours down from your head to your toes. Eyes rolled back lost in another world, the fullness pushing your body over the edge, hitting a new level of pleasure. “S’so full.”

Twisting your head side to side in a daze, you can’t believe how deep and full he feels, pushing your walls apart. Slick rains down past your ass, dripping down Heeseung’s thighs making a mess of his sack. “Fuckfuckfuck, gonna fill you up, fuck you full of cum.”

Warmth pools in your stomach, the tip of his length kissing your cervix, painting your insides with milky streams. It’s too much to keep inside, unable to leak at all with how fat the Alphas knot is, making your cunt burn and ache. Forming a protruding bulge under your navel, cum fills up the area, making your toes curl as you reach down and poke at it. 

“Always wanted to do that.” Heeseung pants, collapsing forward to kiss you, knot pulling at your sore hole. He soothes the ache away with gentle pecks, cleaning the stains of tears away from your cheeks. “Give me like ten minutes for it to go down..”

Sniffling, you nod and let him trail kisses over every inch of your face, basking in the Alphas comforting attention and warm hands tracing up your back.

It takes longer for his knot to go down, not wanting to pull out yet. The longer you lay in exhausted silence, the more his mind clears, softly kissing to ease the burn as he slides out.

“Are you still mad at me?” Heeseung mumbles, littering kisses down your chewed up neck. 

Sighing, you relax in his hold and snort. “Fuck me like that again and I’ll consider pretending we didn’t have to go through this to get here.”

“Yeah?” He grins, nipping at your jaw. “Ready?”

“Not right now you animal!” The Alpha laughs, throwing in an exaggerated snarl before mouthing at your throat again. 

Clapping startles both of you, sitting up to find Jay leaned against the doorframe. “How predictable.”

“Get out of here.” Heeseung sits up more, baring his teeth. 

“Pftt, you should be thanking me!” He struts in, crossing his arms. “If it wasn’t for me you two would still be pussyfooting around playing this woe is me shit for the next month.”

Heeseung chucks a pillow at him, snapping his fingers. “Get the hell out of my room.”

“Ungrateful,” the other Alpha says, clicking his tongue. “I expect some type of gratitude! More than just a thank you card!” Pausing at the door, he winks at you. “Hey, if this doesn’t work out—“

“Out!”

“Alright alright!”

Heeseung apologizes, pulling you to his chest, muscles relaxing as he takes a deep breath of your scent. “Sorry about him.”

“He’s not that bad.”

“Hey hey now,” the Alpha says in warning, chest rumbling, swatting your butt. “Don’t forget what I said.”

“And why should I listen to you?”

“Because,” he moves back to pinch your chin, nose grazing yours. “You’re mine.”

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[0110l5]

Gods & Monsters (p. sh, l. hs)

pairing. step-brother sunghoon x female reader x step-brother heeseung

genre. step-siblings AU, pwp, dubcon, fluff smut humor angst etc

warnings. morally grey characterizations(mostly Sunghoon), profanity, toxicity, mentions of body/weight, sibling rivalry, cheating, mentions of death, full smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 23,000+

now playing. Gods & Monsters//Lana Del Rey

a/n. dear readers, I know you have waited and waited and waited, and I want to say thank you for that, I appreciate the patience🫶 please remember to be nice, I hope it was worth the wait🩷 ps- apologizing now for reblogging this to tag everyone, and double apology to anyone I did not get, forgive me🩷🩷🩷

smut warnings. Sunghoon’s mean… Heeseung isn’t, coercion, blackmailing, dirty talk, use of ‘princess/baby/good girl’, degradation, praise, throat/breast-fucking, oral, spitting, spanking, choking, desperation, overstimulation, unprotected sex.

“I still can’t believe they’re related.” 

The brothers in question exit from the same car, the older of the two coming out of the backseat drowning in a black hoodie that hangs past his fingers, masking his eyelids where the hood droops over his head. Some old vintage band hoodie perhaps, the logo too tattered and faded to read. He moves like a black cloud amidst the drizzle of the beginning of a storm. Slow, dangerous, impending, waking shivers up bystander’s spines with his presence.

The younger strides statuesquely in all his glory, head held high flaunting his perfectly sculpted 90 degree jawline that could cut through glass windows. His steps move in a sleek stride, akin to floating in the way he moves as if no crack, rock, or rigged ground could break his model-like Paris fashion week runway walk. His steely gaze never deters, not once distracted by the many calls of fawning and giggles following his lead.

“They’re so opposite.” Your friends continue to chatter, whispering in front of you where you stand by the school’s parking lot sharing your morning greetings; most of the time before class is consumed by gossip and recounts of the weekend, the usual banter you mindlessly sift through. “I guess they look somewhat alike, both tall.. slender, similar in build.”

They shrug and turn to face you, eyebrows lifting curiously and deviously grinning. “You probably know better than anyone now that your mom’s dating their dad.”

Your friends chortle back and forth for a minute about how even Mr. Park is still attractive at his age, and it’s a shame that both brothers don’t take after their father. “Well? Come on,” one of them pokes at your arm. “Don’t be selfish, spill!”

They want to know more about the Park brothers, details you can’t divulge into, because really you don’t know much yourself. No more than every other student that may share a class here and there with one.

“Bet she has a crush on one of them.” You hear between a giggle, a round of laughs bursting and vocals rising in pitch.

“Heeseung’s so her type, bet she’s already hooking up with him.”

“Nah, Sunghoon has something about him behind that cleancut preppy image, you can tell he’s hiding some secrets.”

“I’ve only met them once,” you interrupt before they can continue to dissect and assume. “They seem..” shrugging you fail to come up with much else, heading off to class unable to tear your thoughts away from the two brothers.

Opposite from each other would be an understatement. They’re completely unlike, a scale weighed down on one end as the other lifts high, lit up by light and praise.

The first and only time you met the boys outside of school had been over dinner, your mother had been a nervous wreck; spinning and running around in a frenzy, forcing you to wear some high-collared prim and proper dress that hit below your knees. ‘Can’t have Mr. Park thinking I’ve raised some floozy now can I sweetie?’

Meanwhile, a frown etched your face as you gazed across the table where two men sat uninterested, phone in hand, still sporting their same attire from school earlier. Nonetheless their father showed up dapper as ever, crisp suit and tie, hair coiffed back neatly away from his face displaying every feature even in the candle-lit all too fancy restaurant he’d dragged you all to. 

‘I’ll order for us.’ Mr. Park carried himself with a confident arrogance, one passed onto only one of his sons from what you could tell.

‘Now boys, put the phones away.’ He said shortly, lips pursed together glaring daggers at the two. ‘And sit up straight would you? What have I told you about hunching over Heeseung? Remove that damn hood while you’re at it, this is a fine dining establishment not In-N-Out.’

Mr. Park snapped quickly, his demeanor immediately altering when taking in your mother, speaking to her in a sugary sweet tone. ‘You look absolutely breathtaking tonight my love.’

She flushed, making your nose twitch in disgust and divert your attention away to the menu, anything to not stare ahead at Sunghoon’s flawless side-profile, not that you hadn’t taken the time to while he scrolled engrossed through his phone, fingers tapping and tapping while a smirk grew on his lips.

The evening had been uneventful for the most part, your parents gushing about their trip to Greece last month; the one that your mother came back from squealing and proclaiming ‘I think he’s the one.’

Mr. Park had quite a bit to say about Sunghoon though, clasping his son on the shoulder with a pride-filled smile. ‘One day he’ll be my senior VP, my Hoon’s got a bright future ahead of him. Real smart boy this one, got offered a free ride through university without even needing my help or a generous donation.’

Sunghoon laughed deeply, waving off his father’s praise. ‘It’s all thanks to you dad, seriously what good would I be without your aid to finance the best education.’ 

A pearly white sharp smile had your mother gushing, letting out a cringe-worthy sigh with her palms pressed together. ‘Oh, all my hard work to provide the same and here mine is failing three of her easiest classes.’

‘Mom!’

‘Ah, yes, it seems you can deliver the ingredients on a silver platter, even hand feed them and your children could still disappoint you.’ Mr. Park’s eyes thinned, head tilting in the direction of his elder son. Heeseung avoided him, continuing to lose himself in some mobile game with his phone hidden beneath the table as he had all night. ‘But you know, Hoon’s a great tutor, so good that I’ve had teachers beg me to let him work over summer. Education comes first of course, don’t want him to stress and take on too much while interning at my company over break.’

Mr. Park motions toward you, cocking an eyebrow. ‘Maybe he could help you this school year, I’ll even allow him to do it for free.’

Sunghoon hid a grimace behind his smile, nodding and blinking rapidly at his father’s suggestion. ‘Would love to.’

He’d made you swap contact information, but Sunghoon never bothered to reach out and set-up any sessions. Not as if he had the opportunity to approach you in class, not that he even knew you shared any classes.

Deep in thought you strolled to the back of the class, slumping into your seat to tune out and lose yourself, much like everyone else who opted to hide out from questions and eye-contact with the professors.

Heeseung always loomed back here as well, the corner preferred, an oversized hood tugged over his head to shadow the upper half of his face leaving his lips mostly visible. Most likely as unaware of your presence as you once were of his, at least until that dinner.

You could say something to him, reach out and tap his shoulder, start to wave to greet him when you enter class.. something about that night crossed your mind time and time again, pivoting the sour thoughts away; your mom and Mr. Park could always break-up anyway. 

Mom💞: ‘Have important news tonight sweetie, come home right after school!’

“I wanted to tell you before the official announcement gets sent out.” Your mother smiles wide before you as if a clothes hanger has gotten lodged between her cheeks.

“What announcement?”

“As you know, things have escalated quickly between myself and Mr. Park.” She continues, grabbing a hold of your hands to control the anxious tremor rolling through her limbs. “I know you loved your father more than anyone, as did I, but you know how happy Mr. Park has made me.”

The rest of her words blend with white static noise filling your ears. It was inevitable that this day would come eventually, from the first time you peaked through your window blinds and caught sight of her flirting with your next door neighbor as they pretended to water the bushes and shared sneaking smiles, the itch up your spine resembling a warning.

“We’re moving in together.” She finishes, chewing at her lower lip nervously. “All of us.”

All of us.

Mom. Mr. Park. You.

and his two sons.

“Sunghoon’s really smart.” Your mother forces a smile after reading an e-mail from your professor over your shoulder. “I’m sure Jinyeong mentioned something about one of his sons tutoring to make extra money, couldn’t have possibly been about Heeseung.”

Typing out a response to your professor about her jam-packed schedule and that she will outsource educational assistance for you, she huffs, leaning back after hitting send. “That Sunghoon is a God-send if you ask me.”

I didn’t ask. 

“I’ll have to beg him to help you out, maybe his father can encourage him with extra incentive.” Frowning at you, she tugs on the flimsy string of your tank top. “What have I told you about covering up more around the house? We live with men again, you can’t walk around displaying all of your body so carelessly anymore.”

Your mother could really care less if you feel offended by her commentary on your appearance, evident by her gaze scanning downward with an irritable tweak tugging her lip. “You know, I don’t pay for all these cute little gym sets for you to use as loungewear. When’s the last time you worked out? Slacking off in school and doing a poor job of maintaining your figure? What type of honorable hard-working man do you think you’ll be able to attract with no brains or looks to your advantage?”

“Yes mother.”

“Yes what?”

“Uh.” Sitting up ramrod straight, you frazzle, having tuned her out some minutes ago. “I’ll study harder and workout more.”

“And?” She nods to a baggy full of grapes by your side, cocking a snarky eyebrow at you.

“Oh..” you’re tempted to mutter something about how you’ve only had a handful, not even having time yet today to eat a proper meal. She wouldn’t care anyway. “Eat less.”

She grins, reaching over to tuck loose tendrils behind your ear. “You should pop into Jinyeong’s home gym downstairs, there’s even a sauna, it’s lovely.”

Unfortunately for you, she’s right, your step-father’s home gym is lovely.

“Rich people really live differently.” You mumble, popping your headphones on to warm-up with a walk on the treadmill. You can’t complain about your new living situation, Jinyeong, as he insists you call him now(because you both know dad would be too weird) has been extremely welcoming and accommodating to not only your mother but you as well. His sons on the other hand, too soon to say much about.

Heeseung has hardly spoken more than a few words, just as closed off and quiet as he comes across at school, and Sunghoon, well Sunghoon is perfect.

10 minutes of humming along to your sweat playlist and bouncing random thoughts around, you walk the gym contemplating if today should be an upper or lower body day, one accidental glance at your backside in the mirror solidifies your decision to focus on your lower half today.

“Deadlifts it is.” You groan to yourself, wiping your palms free of moisture before adjusting the weight. “No way Jinyeong lifts 150…”

“He doesn’t.” A loud deep tone passes beyond the low volume of your music, making you gasp and turn around in your bent position too fast, easily losing your balance and landing on your ass.

Sunghoon glares at you from the entrance, trudging in with a loose muscle tank and sweats on. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

“Uhm, working out?”

He scowls, watching you struggle to get back up as he steps around you to steal your spot before the barbell. “And why pretel do you think you can be here during my time?”

“Your time?” You guffaw, tempted to roll your eyes. “Well damn, I didn’t know we had a schedule to adhere to?”

“You think you’re funny.” Continuing to glower, he shoos you away with one hand, directing his chin toward the door. “Ha ha, now leave.”

“I just got here?!”

“I could care less.” Sunghoon’s jaw tightens, fully flexed in all its sharp glory. “Alexa, play Hoon’s Workout.”

To your disgust, Jay Park blasts through the speakers hung from corner to corner, the familiar beat of MOMMAE plays around you.

Of course he listens to Jay Park.. douche.

“I said get lost.” He rasps, stretching his digits out to wrap around the barbell.

Allowing your eyes to roll up, you shrug and glance around opting to set up on a yoga mat to stretch while he occupies the squat rack area. Sunghoon snarls behind you, annoyed that you won’t take the message he’s stated loud and clear to leave. 

What are you even doing here? Do you even workout? He grunts, hoisting the barbell up with a burn building up in his thighs and calves, peering out of the corner of his eye where you’ve begun to stretch.

Nice ass. 

Wait. 

What.

Shaking his head, he turns away to take a swig from his water, rubbing the heel of his palm against his eyelids. Licking his lips, he throws his head back for more, turning casually to watch your ass push out as you stretch your waist and back on all fours.

What the fuck. 

Sunghoon coughs, clearing his throat before returning to his lifting stance, adrenaline pumping faster with each sneaking look he steals as you twist and groan with a crack coming from your back. The stretch has you faced away, a perfect opportune moment to get a real good look, taking in a deep gulp as he squints to admire how obscene your workout shorts are; scrunched deep enough between your ass to show off everything, absolutely everything.

He groans, half from the ache in his lower back, half from the ache forming between his thighs. Sunghoon shakes it off, whatever it is, toying with the ring suddenly tightening up on his finger. “Hey, you.”

He says, intending to come off rude. “I’m done over here now.”

Without much more, he turns to the free weights, going for the 50 lbs to warm up his triceps. An excited jump swoops through his stomach as you get up and make your way back to the squat rack, adjusting the weight to less than half of what he normally does his reps with. His tongue clicks upon noticing that from the mirror where he watches you get into position, moving away from the barbell on the floor to lower your shoulders beneath the rack. 

“Terrible form.” He mutters, unknowingly too loud with your music paused for this very reason.

“Excuse me?” You snap, turning at your neck to glare at him. “You still have more to say?”

Sunghoon drops the weights obnoxiously, loudly landing on the foam mats. “Your form looks like shit.” He smirks, turning around and snapping his fingers. “Who taught you to curve your spine like that? That’s a sure way to hurt yourself, princess.”

“Don’t call me that.” You say with a disgusted sneer. “My forms fine.”

“It’s trash.”

“You’re trash.”

“Oooh, you get a lot of reaction with those comebacks?” His tongue clicks repeatedly, stepping up behind your back to grab your hips. “This.” He smacks the side of your thigh, igniting a jolt up your back. “Squeeze your ass and stomach in, at the same time princess.”

Against your better judgment and that little irritating voice squealing in the back of your mind at the close proximity you’ve landed yourself in to the Park Sunghoon, you do as he says, albeit struggling to hold in your core and glute muscles. “Good good.” He says in a low whisper much too close behind you, palms dragging up to your waist to squeeze. “Now bend your knees, the back of your ankles better be hitting your ass if you’re doing it right.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“As a heart attack.” He grins, pressing closer until his groin meets your bottom. “Eventually you should be able to hit that, if you’re doing it right.”

Sunghoon would know after all, slowly licking his lips behind you, he focuses on the low groan vibrating out from your chest as you push back up to stand and huff.

“See how that felt different than that weak shit you were doing?”

“Whatever.” Rolling your eyes, you squat for the next 10 minutes, thighs on fire from engaging your muscles in a new, different way. Dumb jerk was right, of course he was.

“Not too shabby.” Sunghoon says, handing you a water bottle from the mini-fridge, because yes, even their gym has a fridge. “But you could be better.”

His pointed teeth protrude at the next roll of your eyes, wrapping long fingers around your upper arm before you’re able to get away. “This wasn’t an invitation by the way, I better not see you in here again during my gym time.”

He winks, smacking your backside as he shoves your arm away. “And I mean that!”

Grunting, you pat off the sweat from your back, ready to hit him with a round of offensive drags about his form.

Sunghoon’s back muscles greet you as you turn back around, jaw falling to the floor with each twitchy flex they give as his triceps burst and he groans with each lift.

Right.

Things could be worse.

Things could definitely be worse.

Things are definitely worse.

After another email from your professor, your mother begged over dinner for your step-brother to help you pass the classes you’re lacking in. Much to his reluctance and added bribery from his father, he agreed with a forced wide smile, glaring ominously at you from the corner of his eye

“This is such a waste of time.” Sunghoon hasn’t tried to make any qualms about his disdain for your current predicament. Moaning and groaning more than actually bothering to assist you or answer your questions in any type of way, at least when he’s not fixing his perfectly blown out hair if even a strand moves out of place.

“I took this class last year.” He continues to whine. “Wasn’t even hard, well..��� his eyes drag over to one side, head shaking at your less than flattering hunched over position. “Wasn’t hard for me, but I suppose for someone like you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You’re quick to snap back, leaning away from your study guide to stretch your arms above your head. Sunghoon doesn’t bother to hide taking in the arch your spine lifts into, chest pushed upward the more you lean back to loosen your shoulders. He even hums appraisingly, pursing out his lips pleased.

“When we were working out together the other day, I noticed something about you.” 

“Before or after you chewed me out for invading your space?” You snicker, rolling your eyes and settling back to sit comfortably. “I told you, I’ll join a gym again and leave you to be at peace.”

“It’s not that.” Sunghoon waves you off, nodding to the stack of study guides. “You need to pass these classes, right?” 

“That’s why I’m here, genius. Taking up your sweet precious time.”

He doesn’t miss the snarky attitude you add, not sparing him attention as you return to rereading the same question for the fifth time.

“I was my high school’s valedictorian, top of the Dean’s list for the past 2 years, scouted by every Ivy League in the world really.” He shrugs, motioning to the display of plaques and honors hung up on his bedroom wall. “You know that though, you can’t be that stupid. Even extraterrestrials wish I’d visit to share my wealth of knowledge.”

“Good God man, get to the point.” You glower, ready to snap the mechanical pencil in your grip in half.

“This tutoring thing is pointless.” He pauses, deciding to leave out the part about you actually being stupid. “Girls like you have no purpose in excelling academically, especially not now with my father’s last name attached to yours.”

“What the fuck does that even mean? Girls like me?” 

Sunghoon smirks, nodding slowly as his gaze drags from your crossed legs up to your torso and the less than fond grimace you stare him down with.

“Girls like you..” he reaches for your knee, walking his index and middle finger up your thigh. “This little emo baggy clothes aesthetic, you’ll grow out of it someday. It’s what your mom wants, right? Judging by the way she scolds every move you make, fixes your hair, makes you wear those drabe goody church outfits around my father to impress him.”

Sunghoon leans in closer, falling to a whisper as his digits reach the top of your thigh. “Who knew what you were hiding under all this,” he tugs on your t-shirt, biting down on his full pink bottom lip. “There’s a standard to uphold now that our parents have wed.”

He licks his top lip purposely, leaving behind a coat of spit that accentuates how perfectly shaped his pout is without even trying. Distracted by his hand playing with your top, you realize too late how close he’s moved his chair to yours. “Money changes people.”

“What? You think I can be easily swayed by a bunch of stuck-up rich assholes like you who think you’re superior just because daddy keeps your bank account full?” Your hand circles his wrist, not without feeling your heart rate spike upon contact. Sunghoon’s as cold to the touch as he looks, grinning when your grip tightens around him.

“I have sure-fire way to find out.” He splits into a smile, gingerly tugging your fingers off his wrist before twisting and rubbing the skin dramatically with a hiss. “Here’s the thing,” Sunghoon stands up, moving to a cabinet full of paperwork, all ordered and labeled much too neatly. 

“You want to pass these classes, right?” He stops to look over his shoulder at your confused face. “Or what was that again? Mommy’s not going to fund your European summer vacation trip? That one you’ve been dreaming about and making Pinterest boards for since middle school?”

“She told you about that?” You grumble, whispering to yourself. “That bitch..”

“Shh, that’s no way to speak about your mother, she’s a lovely woman.” He winks, snapping his fingers. “Here it is. I took these courses my first year of college. Top grades in my class, of course.” Sunghoon shrugs, pulling out two thick folders. “You see because of tutoring, I’ve saved all my study guides, assignments, tests, quizzes, cheat sheets, well— you get the point. Right here, I have everything to help you pass these courses with minimal effort on your part required.”

“Why didn’t you just say that to begin with?” You say annoyed, standing up to snatch the folders from him.

“Nuh-uh-uh—“ Sunghoon has the nerve to laugh, lifting the files high above him and throwing back his head to cackle when you jump up in an attempt to steal them anyway. “Why would I make it that easy for you?”

“Why not??” You grunt, slapping his arm. “You don’t want to tutor me! I don’t want to be here! Let’s do us both this favor so my mom can get off my ass.”

Sunghoon snorts, flicking your chin condescendingly. “First lesson in Economics, everything has a price.”

“You want money??” You ask completely bewildered. “With all the money your dad gives you, you really need more from me??”

He analyzes the distraught anger building up between your wrinkled eyebrows, nodding and smirking. “I didn’t say anything about money.” Sunghoon waves the folders in your face, smacking them lightly on the top of your head before laughing again when you swing at him again. 

“I said a price.” He thumbs through the stacks of paperwork, biting back a smile. “You have something I want.”

He steps closer to you, reaching for the hem of your shirt again. “Something you’ve done a real good job of hiding.”

“Wha—“

Sunghoon tilts his chin in, eyes half-lidded with his head angled lower, grazing a thumb across the waistband of your shorts. “How much are you willing to do for me to get what you need?”

“You’re not serious.” Your palms itch by your hips, ready to slap the growing smirk off his face.

“Maybe I am..” he trails off, dipping his thumb past the button of your shorts. “Depends..” he tugs, pulling your hips to his. “How serious are you about your dream summer vacation? Because if I was you.. I wouldn’t fuck up this opportunity I’m offering you.”

“You—“ stammering, you pull away until the 

backs of your knees meet the edge of his bed, cursing under your breath. “You want..”

“Wanna fuck you?” Sunghoon says flatly, eyebrows raised to patronize you further. “A lot of air passing through that head of yours?”

“Man, fuck you.”

“I’m giving it my all.” He shrugs, throwing the folders onto his bedside table. “Listen, you’re giving me virgin vibes. Is that what this is about?”

“What?!”

“Ah, I should have known.” Shrugging, he points a finger up and down your figure. “You’re one of those prudish types. That’s why you cover up so much, yeah?”

“I’m not a virgin.”

Sunghoon’s shoulders fall, squinting at you apprehensively. “Then what’s the deal? What, you’re the only girl within a 50 mile radius that hasn’t thought about my dick?”

“You’re actually insufferable.” You say, stunned that you’ve even found yourself having this conversation. “Besides, our parents are married now.”

Sunghoon smiles, not a charming or genuine smile, a vindictive terrifying one at best. “Exactly, little step-sister.”

Who knew that the Park Sunghoon is really nothing but your average typical perverted horny young-adult man. You frown, taking in his clean-cut pristine appearance, that shallow sinking sensation of realization melting between your chest.

All men are the same.

“You’ll really help me pass?”

Sunghoon nods greedily, moving into your personal space to nudge your chin. “Trust me, you couldn’t fail even if you tried with my help.”

“Okay.” You whisper, scanning his room for a fast way to escape.. if you need to. “Why me?”

Sunghoon laughs breathily, reaching for the end of your t-shirt to slowly inch up your torso. “Why not you.” He pokes your navel, index finger dragging upward, tracing the center of your stomach up to where your bra lays.

Whiplash hits hard between the churn in your stomach and a shiver rippling up through your limbs. Given any other scenario, one where you weren’t being threatened so-to-speak to pleasure your step-brother, you can’t deny that you’d give in willingly either way. 

Sunghoon in every sense is fatally attractive. From his deep voice, to the aromatic musky sweet cologne wafting off his clean soft exfoliated skin, to his, well, devastatingly gorgeous unflawed face; you have to tell yourself once again, things could be much worse.

“What do you want me to do?”

He grins, tapping your forehead with his free hand, index finger prodding condescendingly. “Not that dumb after all. Knew you had it in you princess.”

Sunghoon cups your breast, thumb pushing at your nipples through the cup of your bra. “Take it off.”

He takes one step back, motioning with his chin for you to hurry up. The easy part is pulling your shirt off, not as if he hadn’t seen you in a sports bra the other day. Crossing his arms, he nods for you to continue, biceps bulged out from where they clench against his chest.  

Heat of embarrassment traces up your neck, smoothing the straps of your bra off your shoulders as you look away and reach back to unhook the clasp, dropping the garment down to your feet. Sunghoon pouts his lips, quietly whistling and returning to his spot, much too close, close enough to lodge one of his thighs between yours. “That wasn’t so hard now was it.”

Cupping your hips, he peers down, taking in your chest up close with the top row of his teeth searching for his bottom lip to dig into. Unbeknownst to you, it’s been awhile.

Four weeks actually, Sunghoon realizes at the first twitch of his length against his pants, lodging himself closer to your center for you to feel it. 

“Very pretty.”

Fastening your waist, his digits dig into your sides, forcing a gasp to spill from your mouth. “I was right.” He says smugly, tickling up past your chest and now hardened nipples. “Noticed those pretty lips first.”

Sunghoon gets your heart racing easily, splaying a palm over your throat as his other hand cups your chin, dipping his thumb into the fat of your bottom lip. “Bet $1000 they’d look even prettier struggling to take my dick.”

His thumb sneaks in past your lips, pressing against the center of your tongue until you whimper, chest pushed up against yours. “Show me you pretty that mouth can look.”

He keeps whispering about your slutty mouth and breasts, thumb shoved into the hilt allowing for you to mimic a blow-job around him. Lips circled around the digit obscenely as you slurp his thumb and dip your head up and down. “That’s it, suck me real fucking good just like that until I cum all over these pretty tits.”

Sunghoon’s thigh jerks up between yours, digging up higher until his muscle flexes against your warm crotch. “No gag reflex princess?” He grins, neck bending in close to lavv at the mess of spit pouring free from your lips suctioned around his thumb. “Messy messy messy.”

The grip on your neck tightens, forcing a burning itch up your throat, eyes squeezing shut as you cough and unintentionally bite down on his hand. “Fuck!”

Sunghoon hisses, tearing his hand away with a shake to get rid of the sting, glaring at you as he returns to grab your jaw roughly. “What the fuck was that?”

Bleary wet eyes stare back at him, bottom lip drawn out innocently, his tongue clicks, shaking his head annoyed. “Don’t fucking do that again.”

Sunghoon rumbles deep within his chest, pushing down on your shoulders until you drop to your knees in startlement, recuperating quickly to get between his thighs as he sits and manspreads before you. He slaps your hands away faster than you can say ‘ouch’, drawing them to your chest with a dramatic pained hiss.

“Not like that,” he tuts, unbuttoning his pants and nodding to the zipper. “I’m even giving you a head start, say thank you.”

Tight-lipped, you crouch in closer and mutter a ‘Thank You’, burning head to toe from the embarrassment, because whether you want to admit it or not, Sunghoon’s hot. You can always fib the truth, but the damp material between your thighs will give you away each time; having to clench your legs together for a bit of relief.

“Good, now remember what I said, no biting.” Sunghoon warns you again, pinching your chin. “No hands either, get me off with that pretty mouth only.”

Lazily, watching you with hooded eyes, Sunghoon reaches lower to run the pads of his fingers down the zipper of his pants, taunting you further. “I’m waiting.” Continuing down, he traces the prominent shape of his cock, starting from the base and working to the tip as he lines the shape. The chubbed up girth clearly visible this up close, already swelling your throat just from looking at it.

The silver zipper gleams back at you, dangling a bit as if to mock you more. Thickly swallowing, you scoot in on your knees, nose brushing the shape on your way to catch the zipper between your lips and struggle to pull it down, his pants tighter from the stretch of his hardened cock ready to rip through the material.

Sunghoon chuckles when you finally manage to get the zipper down, wishing to further humiliate you, if only his cock agreed. “Little princess doesn’t know how to suck dick, huh?” He coos in a fake sweet tone, shifting up to push down his pants past his knees. “What do you say?”

“Thank you..”

“Fast learner, I like that.” He laughs mirthfully, nodding to his hard-on once again. “Let’s see what you got.”

“You said no teeth.” You say, growing annoyed the more you watch his cock throb, confined by the tight material of his briefs. The wet spot at the tip indicates more than enough that he’s tired of waiting. “Take it out!” Rolling your eyes, you slap his knee, demanding he at least do that.

“No wonder you’re failing so many classes.” Sunghoon mumbles, rolling his eyes back at you and shoving his briefs down past the wet head of his cock, widening your gaze as you take all of him in, all.

“Two classes..” you trail off, suddenly antsy as he circles the base of his length and strokes upward fully displaying the full thick long size of his girth. “You’re huge.”

Sunghoon snorts, squeezing under the head for his foreskin to pull back around the bulbous tip, glistening with precum. “Don’t look so terrified, it’s unbecoming.”

Even his fingers brighten with a shade of pink, the whites disappearing as he strokes and tugs against the tip. “Now.” Biting down on his lip he adjusts for the head of his cock to hover near your parted mouth, dragging the wet head slowly along your upper lip. “Let’s see if that gag-reflex is actually nonexistent.”

Without waiting another second he reaches for the back of your head, tangling his fingers through your hair to push your face toward his lap and glide past your lips. The intrusion throws you off initially, coughing around the fat stretch pulling the corners of your lips apart further. “Fuck, feels real good.”

The heavy weight of his cock rushes spits down your chin as he builds up a pace, balls hitting your chin the more he works you up and down while simultaneously lifting his hips up to hit the back of your throat. Sunghoon groans, teeth clicking together from biting down hard to keep his voice low, thrusting harder and rougher until your throat gives and loosens up around him allowing him into the back of your throat. “Oh fuck!”

Finding the perfect angle to have your mouth constricted around his length, he holds you down; ripping tears from your eyes from the constant burn around your lips, incessantly stimulating the inside of your mouth and suppressing your breathing.

It’s agonizing at first, making Sunghoon’s abdominal muscles lock up and suck in from the lack of sound coming out of you. His eyes roll back, circling into your mouth easily in disbelief. 

“Your throats such a perfect little fuckhole for me, huh?” He babbles, finally pulling out. The release pouring out wads of spit down your chin and neck, wide-eyed as you catch your breath.

“Is that pussy wet?” Sunghoon bends forward, reaching to pinch and tug on your stiff nipples, twisting the buds between his fingers. “Don’t lie to me, I can see it all over your face.”

“Y-yes..” succumbing to the invisible weight against your chest, you nod; head dropping shamefully in a weak attempt to hide what you can only imagine the mess looks like all over your chin; staring down blearily at the river of spit and precum running down your chest, meeting in the middle before splitting off under your chest.

“Does it hurt?” Slapping your breasts, he grips one, digits kneading into the fat and pushing it up higher on your chest; his other hand wrapping around your neck to lift your gaze back to him. “Pussy hurts so bad doesn’t it?”

Gulping beneath his grip, your eyes fall shut with a whimper, tears streaking down the sides of your cheeks. Huffing for a breath under his choke as you crumble and can’t find your voice to say more.

“Come on,” Sunghoon shakes your neck, jostling your head, making your eyes snap open. “Fucking look at me.” He bites, reaching his other hand up to stroke your hair away from your face and examine the wads of tears clumping your eyelashes together. Swollen wrecked lips hung open desperately panting for air, lines of wet and dried tears racing down under your chin. “Tell me exactly what your pussy wants.”

It’s more than degrading, because he knows you don’t want it, not really. Not your mind, your heart, but just like the rest, your cunt will always be your downfall. Greedy for cock like any common whore.

“Y-you,” you cry, fitting your hand around his wrist as a silent plea to loosen his grip on your throat. “Wants you.”

Smirking to one side, his gaze sparks with a different type of vindictiveness, one that lets you know that you won’t be getting none of that. Holding your neck back, he scoots forward until his ass nearly hangs from the bed, gripping around the base of his angry blood-filled cock to slap angrily between your chest. The sudden smack of hot flesh on your wet breasts has you arching up, coughing with another squeeze around your throat. “Think I don’t know that princess? I bet you could cum from this alone. You know how big of a slut you have to be to get off just from sucking cock?” 

Sunghoon drops your neck with a wide pleased smirk, releasing his hold on you to scoop under your breasts, pushing the fat mounds together for his cock to perfectly sandwich between with a guttural groan. “Oh fuck, that’s it.”

He thrusts viscously, pumping between your breasts, eyebrows bunched together releasing short breathy hisses through his pursed lips. “Fuck, look at the way those tits bounce, better than a pussy.” Sunghoon groans, slamming his cock in and out, losing his hold on your breasts the more ferocious his movements become. 

“Hold your tits for me.” Sunghoon growls, snarling when you don’t move fast enough. “Push them together, squeeze around me real tight baby.” Grunting, he wraps around the back of your neck, hips moving on their own to fuck between your jiggling breasts, spit and precum guiding the way for his cock to slip right through, the tip hitting the hollow between your collarbone.

Each thrust has you jerking under his control, his hand gripping your nape rougher for more command over his movements. Ramming his girth in and out, he mutters multiple curses, hips twitching up with one last thrust before reaching up into your hair, gathering enough in his hands to create two pigtails.

“Back in that slutty mouth.” 

Sunghoon’s pull on your hair snaps your neck back, mouth popping open for him to freely shove the entirety of his size back inside. The tip of his cock slides past your tonsils, finally making you gag and lurch around him, coughing out copious amounts of drool around his size as he relentlessly hammers in chasing after release.

 “That’s it, that’s it, that’s it!” He shouts between gritted teeth, hips angled to stretch your mouth wide open. Balls deep with every inch of his cock drenched in a mess of spit, the heat and suction from your lips grows overbearing; burying as deep as he can with your nose struggling to breathe against his neatly trimmed pubic hairs. “Ugh!”

Pulling hard enough on the tufts of hair balled up in his fists, he shouts behind sucked in lips, eyes wrinkled shut to stop himself from screaming out loud. Between panted breath, Sunghoon orders you to swallow, grinding his hips forward leaving you with no choice but to comply. Mouth locked around his cock as long streaks of cum shoot inside the back of your throat, gurgling around his length as he fills you up. Tightening his grip on your hair almost punishingly, he pulls the tufts tightly into his fist; cock buried deep ensuring you take every last drop.

“All of it.” he croaks, tone breaking into a rasp. “Swallow all of it.” With one more deep grunt, he pulls out, the last bit of cum spilling out onto your chin. Wet cock dragging down your cheek with a satisfied cocky smirk on his face. 

“You look way too good with my dick on your cheek, could seriously get hard again just from looking at you.” 

Sunghoon sighs, collapsing back on his bed with a long-winded sigh, head dizzy from the aftermath of his orgasm still passing through his limbs. “Fuck that was too fucking good.” He says more to himself, sounding elated, completely missing the grimace painting your face as you lick between your teeth, nose scrunched up.

“Done?”

Sunghoon’s hand lifts, waving your question off. “Yeah yeah.”

He pushes up to stand just in time to see you use the inside of your shirt to clean off your chin and chest, tongue clicking because he should have made you swallow that too. 

“I’ll let you know when we can have our next session.” Sunghoon winks, standing up to wave the packet of completed aced quizzes and assignments over your head. “If only you took school as serious as you take sucking cock.”

Snatching the packet from him, you leer, ripping open his bedroom door ready to run for the bathroom to douse yourself in shower gel and scrub the fuck out of your skin, halted as you come face to face with the other Park. Thankfully not your step-father.

Heeseung’s eyes go wide as if he’s been caught, eyes shifting back and forth up and down the hallway for a way to sneak off. 

“What are yo—“

“I can explain!” Heeseung whispers urgently, running a hand through his hair anxiously, grateful that you closed the door behind you. “I mean, I didn’t hear anything.”

“What?”

“I mean—“‘he stutters, waving goodbye and shaking his head dismissively before jogging down the hall to his bedroom. 

“Weird.”

A much needed shower keeps your mind occupied from delving too deep into what Heeseung could have been doing out there, passing by more than likely. Maybe. Scrubbing your forearms and stomach down until your skin burns, you hiss, replaying the sounds of Sunghoon’s moans and pleasured breathy whines. What the hell did he mean by ‘next session’, did he really plan to make this a recurring activity? 

Why would he want to start up some type of fuck-buddy situationship with you either way? As the bathroom mirror clears up of fog, you brush at the backs of your teeth roughly, swearing that you can still taste particles of his tangy cum. Leave it to some dickhead to be the first to spill his load inside of your mouth, he’s lucky you didn’t regurgitate it and spit it all back in his face.

It’s no worse than the random hot frat guy you’ve hooked up with at a party, or bartenders that slipped you their number at a club to meet up at the end of their shift; other than you know, the whole parents married to each other: siblings through matrimony aspect.

That’s one way to make yourself feel better about what just happened, shrugging it off as you exit the bathroom and make way to your bedroom, paused on the way down the hall to glimpse in the direction of Heeseung’s room. A low murmur of music drifts from his cracked open door, focusing on your hearing at the familiarity. “Is that?”

Too nosey for your own good, you creep toward his bedroom, lighting up at your correct recognition. “You like Deftones?”

Heeseung jolts up in his computer chair, dropping the vinyl record in his hands at your surprise entrance. “Shit.”

“Oh, sorry.” You flinch, hoping your presence didn’t crack the record as it hits his bedroom floor. “Should have knocked..”

“My fault my fault,” he waves calmly, internally screaming with quick a fast analysis of the record and vinyl for any damage. “All good.” He breathes, finally getting a look at you only to choke on his spit at the towel wrapped around your chest. “Oh uh..”

“I love this song.” You nod, moving further into his room to read over the various posters hung up from wall to wall. “Wow, you have good taste.”

“Wait,” he sits up, ignoring the lack of clothing beneath that towel. And the sweet scent of vanilla and peach now filling his room, the driblets of water still clinging to your skin; glowing in a ridiculously unrealistic manner where you stand.. 

“Did you say you like Deftones?”

“Love them.” You correct, moving inside to sit on the end of his bed, thighs pressed together tight. “My favorite band actually.”

“No way.” Heeseung looks down to avoid making it glaringly obvious how hard he’s fighting to not stare at every inch of your exposed skin. “That’s crazy.”

“Why? Because I’m a girl?” You scoff, making your step-brother shake his head. 

“One of my favorite bands too, maybe my all time favorite.” He informs, coughing to clear his throat and stand, moving to a crate full of records. “What’s your favorite release?”

“Probably Diamond Eyes, I won’t lie. This Place Is Death is like the best song ever.” 

Heeseung can feel his ears burn, swallowing as he turns to show you an original copy of the first release of said album. “You have good taste too, I really like Beauty School.” 

“Great choice.”

Heeseung nods timidly, moving to the record player to play your favorite track. “There’s something really out-of-body about this song.”

“Right? It’s like floating, weightless. The vocals and music harmonize together so good, it's like I’m in a dream.”

Heeseung does his best to ignore the suggestive lyrics for now, returning to his seat. “Have you seen them live? I went to their last tour, great setlist.”

Pouting, you shake your head ‘no’, gripping the connected top of your towel to adjust the tightness over your chest. “I wish, my moms kind of.. strict, I guess. I’ve stopped asking her about concerts after hearing no a handful of times. Don’t need another lecture about how this type of music is for the low lives of society, bottom feeders, boot lic—“

“Oh woah woah.” Heeseung interrupts with an uncomfortable chuckle, trying not to take any of it personally. Your mom does seem like a hard ass.. 

“Sorry.”

“No no, I’m sorry, that suck’s seriously.”

Shrugging, you give him a playful frown. “Nothing you could do about it. All she cares about is my looks and grades, and my role in society.” Even if it’s just to end up becoming some wealthy man's stay-at-home housewife to be cheated on someday. Not that you need to bring up that part.

Heeseung pinches his bottom lip in thought, nodding along to what you’re saying, choosing to shove aside the sound of his brother's grunts and heavy panting at the mention of your grades. “They’re playing next week actually, maybe…”

“Oh really? Are you going?” 

He hums, going on about how many concerts he’s been to this year alone. “If there’s a tour in town, I’ll be there.”

“Ah, I’m jealous.” Digging your toes to the floor, you sit up straight and clutch your towel with a mortified expression. “Oh my God, I’ve been sitting here this whole time like this?!?” Rushing to stand, you skitter quickly for the door, turning to bow apologetically. “My heads all foggy, I wasn’t even thinking.”

Heeseung laughs softly, muttering off a ‘no no no it's all good’. 

“My doors usually open,” he shrugs, jokingly mentioning to knock at least so he doesn’t end up wailing out a loud high-pitched scream that he’ll never be able to live down. “Whenever you wanna hang out and listen to music or whatever.”

“I’ll make you regret that.” You grin, waving before making your way out.

Heeseung lets out a long sigh, mostly from releasing the tension in his back after trying(and failing) to fight off his perverse thoughts.

She’s fucking Sunghoon anyway, he reminds himself. Of course she is. Everyone’s favorite Park brother, even their parents.

Heeseung shoves that aside in the meantime, laying back on his bed to enjoy the faint traces of your body wash left behind.

Heeseung’s been on edge ever since overhearing his brother on the phone, almost forgetting himself of the younger’s relationship. He sits stiffly against his headboard, gnawing at his lip to quell away his nerves. They’d be back soon from picking her up, and luckily luring you to his bedroom had become easier the more you realized how many bands you both listen to.

“So, what are you doing later?”

Even from the side of your face he can tell your eyebrows furrow, confused that he’d even ask. “Mom didn’t tell you about the dinner?”

Bile rises in his throat at the casual way you say mom, swallowing down the need to correct you. Shaking it off, he repeats to himself to focus before time runs out.

“I had plans to meet up with a few friends tonight, we scored some last minute tickets to the Deftones concert a few towns over. Might go explore this new record store beforehand, you’re welcome to come.” Heeseung scratches his nape apprehensively, focused on you thumbing through the crates of vinyls lined up along his bedroom wall. “My friend Jake, he uh.. he can’t make it tonight, change of plans. I offered to buy his ticket off of him if you wanna…”

“A concert tonight?” You frown, ending your search when one of the album covers catches your eye, gently drawing it out and delicately freeing the record. “This is one of my favorites by them, you have good taste”

Heeseung silently agrees, lifting the record player's needle for you to set it in place. “Yeah, we can go out to Rick’s Rockin’ Records too, I haven’t been since they moved to a new location out there. Maybe grab something to eat, or.. whatever you want to do. I already asked dad if I can borrow the car tonight.”

“Hmm,” music thrums from his speaker set-up, the volume low blending in well with the darker atmosphere he’s built in his bedroom. “Can’t do that today, mom said tonight’s really important. Something about meeting Sunghoon’s friend, I don’t know she wasn’t super specific.”

Heeseung sighs, chewing on his nail as he sits down on his bed and watches your hips sway slowly to the beat of the music. “About that—“

“I should probably get ready actually,” you groan, turning to look at him with an annoyed sneer. “If not I’ll never hear the end of it over dinner. Surprised your dad’s letting you go out?”

“Well..” Heeseung stands in an attempt to distract you and try to keep you in his room longer if possible. Not that it would help to keep you away from heading downstairs at some point.. 

“What if I talk to your mom? You said you never get to see them when they tour.” Heeseung says in a rushed panicked tone. “I don’t want this free ticket to go to waste.”

“You would do that for me?” You squint back at him confused, from barely having more than a few run-ins and conversations over music in the last few weeks; his eagerness seems misplaced, unusual even.

“I mean,” Heeseung can feel his mouth drying up, patting his palms down his sides to calm his nerves. “It’s not a big deal.”

The telltale sound of a car engine shutting off outside of his window steals both of your attention, cursing under your breath as you peer through his blinds. “I have to get ready.”

“Wait wait!” Heeseung blocks the door before you can manage to leave, awkwardly stretching his arms out. “The other day, with my brother..”

“Oh.” 

“It’s not like that.” His hand waves, reaching to massage his temples. “There’s something about him that I think you should know.”

“No no, it’s okay. I’m not into him like that.” You lie, avoiding his gaze. “My mom’s making him tutor me, that’s why I was in his room. I mean like, when you saw me.”

Heeseung nods, mouth opening and shutting repeatedly. “Do you like him?”

“What? No.” You answer too fast, huffing out a laugh while peering around him for an escape. “Why would I like him? He’s..”

“Everyone likes Sunghoon.” He says factually, expression drooping as he nods and steps aside. 

Yeah. Everyone. Including you.

The shout of your name breaks your thoughts, saved by the bell as your mothers tone rings out akin to an alarm. Lifting up onto the balls of your feet you apologize and scamper away to rush out of Heeseung’s bedroom. 

“You better be ready!” She follows, making you work urgently to race through your closet for an outfit she would choose for you. Something to make you seemingly presentable enough in the presence of whomever your mother considers ‘important’.

What if it’s one of Sunghoon’s attractive friends? He’s good looking, good looking people tend to know each other, right? He seems to prefer when you show more skin.. but a deadly glare from your mom may not be worth it only for a few fleeting glances of interest.

A knee length high-neck dress can’t make her mad, you’re positive she purchased this for you at some point anyway.

Another shout of your name has you jogging toward the stairs while hopping into a pair of flats and attempting to zip up the back of your dress all at once, the extra hobble down the last few steps drawing a round of attention your way right as you land with a deep breath and smooth out the wrinkles down your front.

“There you are.” Your mother glowers, eyeing you disapprovingly and reaching to tug on one of your earlobes. “Not even a pair of earrings? Could you be more of a slob, darling?” She whispers, wrapping an arm around your back and leading you into the living room. 

Sunghoon stands near his father, back facing the both of you as he nods and laughs at something obscured by their combined size. 

“Our guest just landed an hour ago and still had the decency to at least wear a pair of high heels. What’s your excuse?”

High heels?

“Ah, there you are.” Your step-dad turns, unveiling a petite blonde, still small in stature despite the 5 inch pair of stiletto Chanel pumps pinching her toes. Perfectly feminine and radiant where she stands close to Sunghoon’s side. “This is Miyeon, Sunghoon’s girlfriend.”

Heeseung leans near one of the entrances, gaze bouncing back and forth from his brother, to you, to Miyeon. The air is heavy enough to shatter through glass, freezing you in place with wide eyes. “Girlfriend?”

Sunghoon clears his throat, avoiding your questioning glare as he reaches to pull Miyeon in and places a kiss on top of her head. 

“Yes, they’ve been together since middle school, can you believe that?” 

“No. I can’t.” You say stoically, going fully ignored by your step-brother. 

“Miyeon attends school in New York, but she’s back home for the week.” Your step-father informs, smiling lovingly at his son and his presumed future daughter-in-law. 

“Middle school.” You repeat under your breath, eyes darting around for something to distract you. Heeseung comes near, not missing your surprise. 

“Hey, I’m heading out soon if you—“

“Yes!” You pipe up abruptly, reaching for his arm, aggressively nodding. “Right, the concert!”

“What concert?” Your mother asks, tongue clicking annoyed. “What have I told you about concerts”

“I invited her.” Heeseung states confidently, excusing himself to stand in front of you. “If that’s okay with you, dad? They’re her favorite band and she never gets to see them. I had an extra ticket so I offered..”

“That’s awfully nice of you Hee.” Sunghoon says with a sleek gaze, hugging Miyeon tighter into his side. “What about Jake?”

“He’s feeling sick.” Heeseung snaps back at his younger brother, returning to his father who looks contemplative. 

“That is nice of you.” He reiterates, humming and reaching for his wallet. “Get something to eat too, since you’re not staying for dinner.”

Your mother’s eyes widen at that, biting down hard on her teeth to force a smile. “Ah, I cooked enough for all of us.”

“It will be good for the kids to spend time together.” He shrugs. “Leftovers never hurt anyone darling. Here Hee, don’t stay out too late or your mom won’t be able to sleep.”

He hands over a rolled up wad of cash, reaching for the keys in his pocket. “Take my car, Hoon’s going to need his to drive Miyeon home later.”

“I thought I was staying over?” You hear her whisper to your step-brother, the scowl between his eyebrows unwavering as he glares back and forth from his brother to you.

“Since when have the two of you been close?” He asks, ignoring Miyeon’s question.

Heeseung shrugs, wringing the keys around his fingers. “Learn something new everyday, don’t we?” He subtly peers from his brother to the girl by his side, fast enough to go unnoticed to anyone other than Sunghoon.

“I think it’s nice.” Your step-father speaks up. “I’m happy to see you kids getting along like real siblings.”

Heeseung forces a smile, unable to explain to himself why that comment even bothers him. “We’ll be safe.” He says to your mother, nodding for you to follow him.

“Uhm,” matching his pace you smooth down the dress you wore specifically with your mother’s judgemental glare in mind, not bothering to even say goodbye to Sunghoon nor his girlfriend. “Should I change?” 

Heeseung shrugs, scanning your figure swiftly and scratching the side of his neck. “If you want to feel more comfortable? It’s a general admission show so..”

“Give me a minute, yeah?” He nods, adding that he’ll get the car started as you jog up the stairs and burst through your closet, ripping off the stuffy drab outfit from your skin. ‘What should I even wear to a concert?’

“What the fuck is this about?” Sunghoon surprises you, jumping up with a gasp and tugging a sweater in front of your chest. “Why is Heeseung taking you out?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you have a girlfriend?” You snap back, hissing under your breath after hearing the faint sound of conversation bustling downstairs, Miyeon’s charming laughter sprinkled between. “I wouldn’t have..”

“Wouldn’t have what?” He steps forward, crowding into your space inside of your closet. “Suck my dick the way she never would?”

He smirks, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and lifting his other to show off a silver band snuggly fitted on his ring finger. “We’re promised to each other.”

Sunghoon whispers, grazing your upper lip. “That means waiting until marriage.”

“You cheated!” You hiss, shoving his stomach. “You made me cheat with you!”

“I didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do.” He says in a mean-spirited tone, flicking your chin. “Besides, you think I’d ever treat my future wife like some slut?”

“Fuck you.”

“Soon.” He nods, inching in to lay a soft kiss on your Cupid’s bow. “Anyway, that’s not why I’m here. Whatever this thing is you have going on with my brother, cut it out.”

“There’s nothing going on between us.” You shove, digging your palms against his stomach. “He’s nice, unlike you.”

“Yeah. He’s a real good liar.” Sunghoon grits, easing off you. “I have to get back to dinner, disappointed you won’t be joining us.” 

“Sure you are.” He reaches for your neck again, large palm engulfing most of it. 

“Really wanted to see you try to cover up your guilt.” His tongue clicks, tilting his head to the side to smile. “The look on your face when my dad introduced you,” he sucks in a breath between his teeth, dimpled cheeks sinking in. “It was priceless.”

“Get away from me.” You try to push again, digging your nails into his waist. 

“You thought..” he strokes down your cheek, forehead resting against yours. “That I like you, right? Already dreaming of your step-brother turning into your boyfriend?” He hums, pinching your cheek. “Cute.”

“Sunghoon! What’s taking so long!” Your mother calls from downstairs, halting your next snide remark. 

“One second!” Rolling his eyes, he turns back to you, thumb smoothing under your eye. “Take what I say seriously.” He sighs, pecking your chin and bottom lip. “Don’t piss me off.” With a fake smile and lit up eyes he lays one more kiss atop your mouth, pulling away enough for his words to trace across your lips. “Because I’ll find out, and whatever you think you’ll get away with here— you won’t.” 

Straightening out, he winks, patting your cheek and laughing when you look away with a clenched jaw. “Asshole.” You mutter, quickly pulling out an oversized old t-shirt and shorts to throw on. Having made Heeseung wait long enough, and now even more annoyed than before you forgo the idea of picking out something cute.

It’s just your step-brother anyway, he’s seen you look worse.

Running out of the house before your parents can try bother you with a lecture do’s and don'ts you apologize, hopping into the passenger seat short of breath.

“Sorry sorry, my mom,” you wave, giving your mind a second to conjure up a lie. “You know, doing her mom thing.”

Heeseung smiles, nodding to your seatbelt and backing out of the driveway. “Don’t think we’ll have time to grab a bite before the opener, if that’s okay with you?”

Ignoring the rumble in your stomach, you nod and shoot him a thumbs up. “It’s fine, seriously thank you for getting me out of there.”

Taking in a deep breath you start to settle, watching the road and listening to the soft tune of what you recognize as Deftones latest release, stealing a glance at Heeseung’s phone to confirm. “Can I ask you something?”

“What’s up?” His lips pout, drumming along to the beat as you enter a freeway.

“When you invited me to come with you tonight..” Heeseung clears his throat, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

“Did you know?” Chewing your lip nervously, you sit up straight to watch his side and the blush rise from his neck to the middle of his face. “About.. her?”

“I’ve known about Miyeon for years.” He says, focused on the road. “I knew she was in town too.”

“Did Sunghoon ask you to keep me distracted?”

He blinks surprised, eyes going wide. “Sunghoon doesn’t speak to me unless he has no other choice.” He says flatly, gripping at the steering wheel tightly, losing interest in the change of song. “I invited you because..”

“You saw what happened the other day?” You ask, turning away remembering the awkward silence you shared with your step-brother after your tutoring session.

“Well no.” He trails off for a moment, letting out a long winded sigh. “I know how my brother is. Wasn’t hard to put two and two together..”

“Are you going to tell our parents?”

Heeseung shakes his head out of the corner of your eye, seemingly flabbergasted you’d even ask that. “I’d never do that. I really mostly invited you hoping to.. yeah, completely avoid this from happening.” He laughs nervously. “I’m not too good at this, whatever this is.”

“No no it’s okay.” You try to emphasize it’s not a big deal, even if the invisible weight crushing your chest says otherwise. “I really appreciate that you thought of doing this for me. I’m excited! This is way better than sitting around eating my mom’s terrible cooking and listening to your dad rant about how amazing Sunghoon is for the hundredth time.”

Heeseung grins, loosening back up, fingers returning to tap along with the music. “He does tend to do that.”

As much as you can’t fight off your thoughts from racing back to Sunghoon, you keep up conversation with your step-brother, both doing your best to avoid bringing him up again. Heeseung made the effort to get you away from a possibly ugly situation, the least you can do is at least try to have fun. Sunghoon will have to be dealt with later.

“Lines not too bad.” Heeseung parks, directing his chin to the front of the venue. “We can probably get barricade.”

“Cool.” You shrug, not wanting to give off how clueless you are about concert culture as you make your way to the line of fans noticing many seem paired off, couples mostly.

Standing by your step-brother lamely attempting to come up with a topic to talk about, you bump into his side to relieve some tension. “I’m seriously so excited.”

Heeseung’s eyes meet yours, soft and large as he takes in your face up close and nods. He contemplates a reply, sorting from ‘I’m happy to hear that.’ and ‘that’s good, I’m glad.’ Before looking away and muttering.

“Should be a lot of fun.”

When Heeseung had mentioned getting a spot on the barricade you hadn’t realized he meant being front row, as you passed the ticket check and made your way inside he pointed out an empty spot the two of you could squeeze into, albeit a bit tight you managed to get in together and celebrate. “I can’t believe we’re in front!” You squeal, hopping up and down slightly.

“We really lucked out.” He glances around, wishing he’d at least had enough time to hit up the bar for drinks before the opener. Usually Jake could handle holding down a spot for them but given your naivety he opts to stay by your side. “I know you haven’t been to any concerts before but just a heads up, the crowd can get a little rough.”

“Oh, a lot of pushing?”

“Yeah.” Heeseung notices you’re surrounded by mostly larger men, a few girls sprinkled around here and there. At least the audience had a good mixture of both in comparison to the usual show. “If you’re uncomfortable at any point, let me know okay?”

“Ah, I don’t want you to worry about me.” You say, anxiously fixing your hair, only now realizing just how crammed in and close you are to everyone. The warmth building against your back grows suffocating as minutes go by. “I’ll be fine Hee.” 

Heeseung’s cheeks warm up, blaming it on the crowd filling out and getting heavier around him; not the shortened nickname that you’ve never used with him before. The opener finishes setting up, riling everyone up with their introduction and fast paced music. True to your step-brother’s warning, the pushing shocks you initially, throttled forward to be stuck against the top of the barricade railing. You smile through the sting of pain hitting the top of your ribcage, mentally noting to check for bruises later.

“Definitely need to check them out after that.” Heeseung swipes his phone open, tapping to follow the band. Showing no signs of discomfort he turns to you, smile falling. “You good?”

“Yeah yeah, uhm Deftones go on next?”

He shakes his head, full on frowning and snaking his arm around your shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay if you don’t feel good up here, we can move to the back.”

“No!” Draping your hands flat on the barrier, you push up to straighten your spine, cringing at how it aches already. “I want to watch from up here.”

Heeseung’s mouth shifts to one side in thought, eyeing the area around you before bracketing his arms on the barrier. “Get in front of me.”

“What? Why?”

“I’ll stop the shoving.”

“But you’ll get pushed..” you hesitate, hearing snickers from a group of guys behind you.

“I’ll be fine,” Heeseung motions, encouraging you to move in front of him. Easing into the space he created for you, a sense of relief washes over you, taking in short breaths of air without 3 bodies crushed against you. 

He taps the top of your head with his chin, leaning to the side of your face with a smile. “Better?”

“Yeah, thanks Hee..” you offer an embarrassed smile, already feeling ashamed that your step-brother did all this to end your humiliation in the first place.

Heeseung does his best to ignore the bickering and scoffs around him, especially the group behind whispering about how the two of you should move to the back. ‘It’s not our problem that your girlfriend can’t hang.’

His neck prickles with sweat, ears perked up listening to the rest of their conversation. ‘Pretty prissy girls like that have no business up front anyway. Dude needs to leave his little girlfriend at home next time.’

Biting down on the backs of his teeth he has to stop himself from twisting around to yell that you’re not his girlfriend, saved by the next band that starts up; he relaxes and keeps the crowd away from you; accepting the brunt of the pain himself.

This is something a guy would do for his step-sister too, right? Why assume you’re his girlfriend, you could easily just be a friend..

Everything’s mostly smooth from there until Deftones attack the stage and guitar riffs blast through the speakers, swaying the crowd unanimously to follow along with the beat. He curses, clenching his fist on the barrier to keep you from following the force of eager bodies.

“Hee, are you okay?!” You ask in a panic, placing your hands over his fist. He nods fast, biting on his tongue as your fingers loop between his to hold him closer to you. His slow reaction allows enough space for another body to squeeze its way through the front, plastering his chest to your back with a gasp from the extra lack of space.

“I’m good! I’m good!” He says, trying to keep his cool with a smile and focus on the show that you’ve been waiting for. “It’s your favorite song!”

Heeseung nods ahead, too worried about keeping you safe to even take in that you’re fully crushed under him, the barrier digging into your chest. Trying his best to enjoy the show he shakes his head and sings along with the words he can remember, breath caught when your head lays back on his chest and you smile up at him.

“I love this song!” 

This isn’t Heeseung’s favorite song, but he remembered that it’s yours, and right as you pull your conjoined hands to lay against your stomach; this song sounds better than ever. 

“I love it too.”

“That was soooo much fun!” 

The two of you managed to squeeze through the crowd fast, your step-brother mentioning wanting to check out the merch before you head out. “I’m sooo sweaty.” you say, shaking off your shirt.

Heeseung looks over the tour shirts hung up, digging out the money his dad gave him. “Want one? We have enough.”

“Oh yeah, that one's really cute!”

“We’ll take two of those.” Heeseung points at the t-shirt, counting enough cash out for both.

“Matching couple tour shirts.” The merch guy says with a laugh. “So cute how many of you think of concerts as date nights.”

“What?” He says with a gulp, peeking from the corner of his eye at your surprised reaction. “We’re no—“

“That’ll be $50, knocked off $10 for the good looking pair.” He winks, passing you the shirts. “Now make this guy go buy you something to eat honey, and whatever you do after, it’s none of my business.”

“Uhh..”

“T-Thanks.” Heeseung stammers, hooking your elbow to drag you out of the crowd toward the exit. The air suddenly a lot tighter and harder to breathe in.

“That was weird, right?” You ask, following him to the car. “Well,” you pause, eyeing him over. “I guess we don’t look alike at all.” 

“People don’t assume the opposite sex can be just friends anymore I guess.” He scoffs, opening the passenger door for you. “He was right about one thing though, you hungry?”

“Starving.” You reply, tossing your bag onto the seat. “But first.”

Heeseung’s eyebrows lift, taking a step back as you begin to remove your shirt, mouth hung open confused. “What are you doing??”

“Told you, I’m drenched.” You say, fanning your chest. “I’d take off my bra too..” you shyly smile, shaking open the new shirt your step-brother just paid for. “Pretend I didn’t say that.”

Tugging on the shirt, you reach around beneath to pull off your bra straps, struggling to unclasp the back. “Sorry Hee, can you help?” 

He swallows, eyes gone wide and nodding. “Uh, yeah sure..”

Heeseung moves behind you, pushing the shirt up to your shoulder blades and biting down on his tongue to not comment on how soft your skin feels. No. That’d be weird, right?

“I think the clasp is stuck..” he mumbles, nervously toying with one of the bra clasps that won’t unlatch.

“Ugh, fuck.” You sigh, swatting the air behind you. “Just rip it off.”

Heeseung tightens his lip, air pushing out of his nose to not groan. “Okay.”

He pulls the connected material apart, the sound of seams snapping and popping open under his strength following.

“Jesus, get a room man.” A drunk concert goer slurs out as he passes by, your bra coming undone finally right as your step-brother curses and presses in close to hide your exposed lower back. 

“Fuck off.”

“You know what? He has a point.” You laugh, shaking the t-shirt down your torso. “My step-brother removing my bra for me should probably be done behind closed doors..”

Heeseung can feel his chest rumble from your laughter, shoulders and upper back shaking against him. Instinctively taking a step back before vibration can travel lower as he imagines exactly that.

“Pizza sounds good.” He changes the subject fast, moving to get inside and get the engine warmed up. “You down?”

“Pizza sounds great.”

The two of you fall into easy conversation, excitedly discussing your favorite songs and parts of the concert. Easily finding a place open for 24 hours on the way home, albeit the slices of pizza more stiff and cardboard-like at this late hour with only one employee working the night shift.

“I hope it wasn’t too hard on you, having to watch out for me.” You say apologetically. 

“Wasn’t a big deal, seriously, don’t mention it.”

“I felt really bad though.” You lament, helping him by carrying the box of pizza. “You still got to enjoy the show, right?”

“Are you serious?” Heeseung waves you off, reaching for the passenger door again before you can open it yourself. “Best concert I’ve ever been to.”

“Right?!?” You joke, settling back into your seat with a laugh. “I say as if I’ve ever been to any others, but I have a feeling this will be one of my favorites.”

“I’ll take you to more concerts.” Heeseung hums, tapping the steering wheel before taking off. “Do you wanna go home right now? Or like..”

“Nah, mom will kill my dopamine high if I have to talk to her right now.”

“You’re right.” Snapping his fingers, he mentions the time. “There’s a park not too far from home, it’s empty by now. We can go there to eat and rush home fast if our parents get mad about the hour.”

“Sounds good.”

The parks nice and quiet, a few street lamps barely lighting up the small area where you settle at the top of the jungle gym and sit facing the street with your legs dangling from the top level of the structure.

“Pizzas not that great.” Heeseung laughs, shrugging, stuffing his mouth regardless.

“It’s perfect for a midnight snack.”

Agreeing, you fall into a comfortable silence, attempting to hide your shiver as a chilly breeze passes through. It’s too nice to head home now, unwilling to unless your phone starts to buzz with your mother shouting on the other end.

“Cold?” Heeseung removes his hoodie before you answer, leaning over to lay it down on your shoulders.

“Now you’ll be cold.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

He nods, looking away to admire the speckles of stars scattered between smog and clouds. Heeseung’s really nothing like his brother. No, because Sunghoon wouldn’t wish to spend time with you in this way, unless it involved his dick in your mouth or wherever..

“Hee, can I ask you something?”

Turning to face you, his lips tremble a bit from the rising crisp night air, raising goosebumps along his arms. “What’s up?”

“This is probably..” you hesitate, pulling his hoodie in tighter to your chest. “I mean, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to..” The skin between his eyebrows folds together, head bobbing up and down for you to continue.

“It’s just, Sunghoon..”

Heeseung sighs, leaning back on his palms and dropping his head back. “I don’t know what he thinks about you, he doesn’t talk to me.” He says calmly before you can finish, laying back down flat with his eyes shut. “Sorry, can’t help.”

“It’s not that—well I mean..” you lower, laying on your side to watch his eyelashes twitch against the tops of his cheeks. “You guys really don’t talk and I guess I’m nosey..”

“Oh.” Heeseung blinks, eyes going wide at the realization of how close you are. “You mean like why we don’t talk?”

“Yeah.”

He shrugs, nibbling his bottom lip from side to side nervously. “We used to be really close, inseparable until our parents got divorced.” His eyebrows furrow, smoothing his palms together onto his stomach. “Hoon lived with our mom for a few years, he was always her favorite.”

Regret begins to seep through your chest, feeling like an asshole for even asking now. Of course their rift had to be more personal than some petty feud between brothers..

“We were still somewhat close during that time, but much like now, dad favored Hoonie too. He’s the baby, you know how it is. He needed more attention and coddling I guess.” Heeseung shrugs again, mostly to keep the topic light. “When we were kids he really looked up to me.. at least I always thought so.”

His breath deepens, releasing longer exhales and shutting his eyes again. “Mom got sick, really sick..”

“I’m sorry Heeseung, you don’t have to tell me..” 

“It’s okay.” Tucking in his upper lip, his eyes squeeze tightly, taking deep breaths before continuing. “I kind of dealt with her illness.. maybe improperly? I don’t know, I was a kid..”

“I’m sorry..”

“Hoonie..” his eyes stay shut, squeezing together at the mention of his brother. “When she passed away, I think he really needed me. I couldn’t be there for him.”

Silence thickens between the two of you, laying back down fully by his side in hopes of offering some type of comfort, a silent one of upper arms flushed together.

“I sort of lashed out..” Heeseung goes on, voice more strangled. “I blocked him out when he needed me the most and when the time came that I needed him,” he shrugs softly, huffing. “He wasn’t there for me anymore. I can’t blame him.”

Anything you can think of to say evades your mind, coming up blank with words that would be enough to show your sympathy. Without much thought other than how nice your step-brothers been, you reach for his hand and loop your fingers between his; bringing them down between your sides with a squeeze.

“He looked up to me when we were younger.” Heeseung at least sounds less tense, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxing. “It didn’t really help that he was getting bullied at school too back then. He was a runt, small thing.” There’s an evident smile in his tone now, small enough to barely lift the corner of his mouth.

“I should have stepped in and defended him but..” he grips your hand tightly, thumb brushing back and forth. “Don’t think I regret anything more than those years.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“In some ways.” Heeseung clears his throat, lips pouting. “The least I could have done was take care of him, he’s my baby brother after all..”

“Nothing could have prepared any of you for what happened. Someday he’ll understand that..”

Heeseung wishes he could agree, but while his mourning period led to sadness and a crushed sense of hope, his brothers landed him in darkness. A cold bitter darkness, gradually day by day stripping away the last specks of light that once made up all of Sunghoon. 

“Yeah.” He lets out a tired sigh, head shaking and forcing a smile. “I’m sure someday we’ll live our own lives and he’ll see me as his trustworthy older brother again.”

“Thank you for sharing that with me.” 

“Haven’t talked about this in such a long time honestly.” He smiles, lifting your hands to rest on his stomach again. “Dad would be shocked by how much we’re getting along right now.”

“It’s weird, right?” You laugh meekly, eyes drifting to your conjoined hands. “That you’re like…” drifting off, your nose crinkles; recalling your friends joking about which of your step-brothers you’d be hooking up with first. “My brother.”

Heeseung’s eyes open up, stomach folding in from shooting up, letting out a hollered laugh. “Oh that was really weird, especially after having to hear that you’re my girlfriend from random strangers for the past 3 hours.”

He sits back up, easing his hold out of yours to smooth a palm down his nape out of nervous habit. 

“I can understand them.” You sit up with him, grabbing onto one of the steel bars to lean in closer to him. “We don’t make a bad looking couple.”

Heeseung’s thankful for the lack of lighting as heat rushes up his neck and burns its way under his eyes, cheeks more than likely bright pink full of blood. “Ah—well, good thing I’m not your type.”

“What?”

“You like Sunghoon.” He says nonchalantly. “Everyone likes him, he’s my brother so like—no I don’t get it.” He chuckles awkwardly. “I see the way everyone fawns over him though, pretty used to it by now.”

“I don’t like Sunghoon.” You grumble. That’s a lie, possibly, or maybe a conversation you’re not ready to have with yourself, let alone your step-brother. “And honestly, you’re way more my type than him.”

“Right.”

“I’m serious!” You shriek, reaching for his bicep. “Oh my god, you’re freezing!”

“It’s not that bad, feels good after being stuck together in that pit.”

“Come here,” scooting closer to him, you pull him into your chest, arm wrapping around his back to draw him into your warmth. “Can’t have you getting sick on me, we have concerts to go to now.”

Heeseung blinks furiously, tucking his chin in to ignore the rapid pace his heart gains, beating against his chest fiercely enough to fear that even you can feel it. “You’re right.” He keeps it short, lips trembling more due to his nerves than the temperature.

“This feels nice.” 

He nods, shifting slightly to rest his arm around your lower back and make the position you’ve ended up in more comfortable. “We should probably head home though, before your mom realizes you’re not safely tucked in bed.”

“I don’t know Hee.” You murmur, digging your nose into his now dried head of hair, a tangy scent of sweat and shampoo left behind. “I don’t want this night to end.” Or to have to see your brother again, let alone deal with whatever that was all about earlier..

Heeseung shivers against your chest, more from his excitement, but accepts the coo you let out and soothing rub down his spine. “Okay okay, don’t want you to catch hypothermia. You’re right, it’s getting late.”

“Sorry,” maintaining eye contact with his lap, he removes himself from your hold, taking deep breaths to ward off his thoughts. 

She’s your sister. She’s your sister. She’s your sister.

Step-sister.

“Before we go, I really do want to say thanks for everything.” You say, completely unaware of the mental war your step-brothers battling with. “From getting me out of the house, the concert, this cute shirt.” You lean back, pulling at the hem, only pronouncing your breast more through the material; not allowing him much of a choice but to look and notice how hard and obviously perked your nipples poke through. Right.. your bras currently residing in the backseat of the car..

“The pizza, bringing me here.” You list out everything, sporting a giant smile. “I seriously haven’t felt this happy in awhile. I kind of.. really needed this before losing my mind.”

Heeseung returns the smile, sharing your sentiment silently. “I’ll do my best from now on to make this a part of our routine.”

“It’s really a shame.”

“Hmm? What is?”

“That our parents ended up together.” You mumble, scanning his face anxiously. “You’re better than—I don’t know.. kind of lame to admit but I tried to picture different scenarios in which we’d somehow get to know each other.” You struggle to say, sucking air between your teeth. “Ah, I guess I kind of had a crush on you? Not really? But kind—“

Heeseung’s thighs bounce against the jungle gym, resisting the urge to lunge at you and smother you in kisses. The need grows harder and harder the more you go on and demurely shift around to avoid his gaze. It’s the whiny pout you fall into while saying you may or may not have had a crush on your step-brother that sets him off; pushing his upper half toward you and dropping the weight of his mouth upon yours with heated urgency.

It’s harder and sloppier than he intends for, swatting away every thought and emotion that could fully develop since the day you stepped inside of his bedroom with a curious glint in your eye. Beyond physical attraction, Heeseung can’t stop the annoying itch in his chest, the one warming him up from inside out everytime you’ve looked at him tonight. His nose crushes into the side of yours, the seam of his lips engulfing more of your top lip than managing to act out an actual kiss.

Drawing away with flushed cheeks, he licks his lips and begins spewing out an apology, shaking his head embarrassed. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, I’m—“

The back of his head bounces against the metal walls behind him, hissing against your lips shoving into his. Mouth more commanding than his as you scramble to invade his space and drop your bottom onto his lap. 

“Sorr—“

“Shh, kiss me back, kiss me.” Between rushed bated breath and a messy lock of lips, you rock further into him, reaching for the holes scattered around the jungle gym walls to bury your fingers in and cage his head between your arms.

Heeseung’s hands flail for a minute, slapping down on your hips to grab onto something with a groan as your tongue probes between the line of his lips for access. The wet slip of your tongue glides through easily, making him gasp inside of your mouth as you wiggle a way through to taste the spit gathered at the sides of his tongue.

“Woah,” he draws back, lips already swollen from the short kiss. “What—we can’t!”

“Why?” Your eyebrows lift, concerned but dropping your bottom onto his lap hungry for more. “You don’t feel it??”

“What?!” Heeseung sits up, belting your waist to keep you in place, regrettably as you swivel in place right against his groin. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you like me?” You say pathetically, nearly ready to give up the more humiliating this becomes.

“Of course I do!” He laments, massaging up your sides. “I think I like you way more than I’m supposed to.”

“Hee, you’re not my brother.” You state, tucking his cold hands inside of your shirt to warm up against your stomach. “There’s nothing wrong about us kissing.”

Heeseung swallows, telling himself- well that’s simply not true. Other than that fact alone that you are… sleeping with his younger brother. 

“It’s late.” Heeseung sighs, pretending to yawn. “Let me take you home and we can talk about this after a good night's rest.”

“You can’t be serious.” Half offended and with a last stitch of effort you grab onto his hands, pushing them up your stomach, brushing along the underside of your breasts. “I know you feel it.”

Heeseung gulps, head dropping back against the jungle gym with a groan. “Yeah I.. I feel that..”

“It’s okay Hee, I want you.” Leaning in, you capture his mouth once more, sucking in his bottom lip as your hands encourage him to squeeze your chest. 

As hesitant as he feels, Heeseung can’t stop himself from squeezing your breasts, eyes fluttering shut as his length throbs inside of his boxers. “I want you too, you have no idea how bad I want this..”

“Let me see,” you say between kisses, rubbing your tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Show me, do anything you want with me.”

Heeseung’s stomach sinks, unable to stop his mind from drifting to the rough sounds he heard coming from his brother’s bedroom. What if you’re expecting him to be like Sunghoon..

“Please, let me take you home at least. I promise..” he breathes between your lips, softly layering kisses. “I’ll show you.”

“Ugh, fine.” Reluctantly you agree, it is cold out here after all and anyone could walk by, not that you’d mind the idea of getting caught..

Heeseung struggles to tear away from your mouth on the way back to the car, spending another extra 5 minutes with you pressed up to the door and his hands roaming freely under your shirt again. “If you don’t drive me home right now I am going to take off my clothes right here.”

“Okay okay.” He chuckles, running around after getting you inside and clicking your seatbelt. Heeseung mentally pats himself on the back for choosing a park not far from home, especially when you pull his right arm away from the steering wheel to guide him between your thighs.

“I’m so wet for you Hee.”

Practically crashing as he turns into your neighborhood, he coughs, squeezing your inner thigh and speedily parking to get out as fast as he can. “My room.”

Heeseung wraps your arms around his waist, a soft smile spreading across his lips as you both struggle to get up the stairs with your limbs locked around each other. “Your room because you wanna play DJ?”

He blushes, turning the doorknob behind his back and draw you into his bedroom. 

“That obvious?”

“You’re really cute.” You confess, bunching the sides of his shirt up in your fists to keep your bodies close. “Like really really cute.”

Heeseung’s cheeks could alert the fire department, burning up his face hot enough to make his eyes water up. “Ah, you think I’m lame.”

“I think you’re..” the two of you shuffle toward his bed, slowly lifting his top up to his waist. “Sexy..” 

He pulls it off the rest of the way for you, tossing the shirt aside, feeling shy even in the dim lighting entering from the window; breath caught in his throat as you duck to lick his chest, lips trapping one of his nipples with a gentle suck. Fingernails trail down his abdomen, grabbing onto the waistband of his jeans.

“No no..” taking a hold of your hands as you start to unzip him, he stammers taking in your mouth falling to a frown. “No! I mean, feels really good, but..”

Heeseung squeezes your hips, lifting you off your feet for less than a second to set you down on his bed. “Let me show you.”

Running a hand through his hair, he blushes furiously, positive you can feel the heat radiating off his face. He makes fast to the record player, dropping the needle in place to start the album he’d been listening to earlier, your favorite one.

Bending over your body, he bites down on his lips, softly pushing your shirt up your torso as the gentle hum of music reverberates around you.

Don’t wanna take it slow, I wanna take you home and watch the world explode from underneath your glow

Heeseung leaves your shirt just beneath your breasts, hovering over you to kiss along the top of your ribcage, following a path downward to your navel until his mouth meets the button of your shorts. The slow rise and fall of your chest calms his worry, unbuttoning you and easing your bottoms down to your ankles for you to kick away. He shifts down to his knees, prying your thighs open gently, allowing him a perfect view of your drenched through panties completely molded to your core.

“You’re sexy.” Perfect even, Heeseungs says to himself, planting kisses up the sensitive skin lining your inner thigh. “Cute, pretty, hot.” Kissing his way up, he takes extra time to suck on the tender skin where your thigh meets your center. “So so so sexy..”

A low whine sounds above him, your back arching upward the more he teases, tracing the dip between your center and shoving the material of your underwear into your entrance. “Hee!” 

“Shhh…” he licks the dip, tongue stiffening to push your underwear between your slit, tracing up to your clit to suck on through the soaked ruined fabric. Heeseung can’t take it anymore, innate hunger winning against his willpower as he holds your thighs open, planting them to spread out on his bed and drag his nose between the seam taking in a deep inhale. Slurping up the mess of wetness that seeps through the material of your underwear, most of it hitting his chin, trickling down onto the bed.

The groan vibrating against your core has your hips lifting, seeking a way to close your legs out of embarrassment that he could be smelling everything. “Hee, thats—“

Greedily sucking the rest of the wetness that’s smeared along the insides of your thighs, he has to shove aside how hard and painful his cock throbs. That can come later, figuratively and literally.

Playing with the trim lining the waistband of your underwear, he rubs the fabric between his fingers before rolling it down past your knees with practiced finesse; quickly clutching your thighs in a firm grip before you can manage to shut them, he pushes them down as wide as they’ll spread, fully exposing your core. 

Heeseung’s breath catches, nearly groaning at the up close visual of your swollen aroused cunt, dripping a lewd amount out all the way down to his bedding. “So pretty.” He blows, sending a tremor up your thighs. “Just as pretty down here as you are everywhere else.”

Leaning in before you can let out another shattered cry, he licks a thick stripe from your entrance up to your clit. Humming in the back of his throat as your arousal pours down to the back of his tongue. Velvety engorged folds spread out against the pressure of his wide tongue working back and forth to touch each crevice between your legs.

Heeseung can hear your breath quicken and grow louder, plunging into your pulsating wet hole with his nose rubbing against your clit. He groans, dizzy, drunk and brainless as he rubs his face back and forth. Lapping past the resistance of your muscle, he licks and sucks, collecting the wetness pouring from your dripping pussy to swallow down like water. The fingers reaching into his hair pull him to bury in deep, jaw stretching until he hears a crack. He grunts from the pulls on his scalp, slipping free from your cunt to lick up the sides, between your folds, outside and in until his tongue has tasted every inch. 

“Oh my God Hee!” Your feet kick, just barely under his unrelenting hold to keep you spread open. Dragging his tongue up and down repeatedly until a mess of slick covers him from chin to forehead. “S’too—too much, ah—“

His lips press to your clit, sucking the fat nub between his lips with extra force that has you biting down on your hand to not scream. “You’re—no, I’ll—I’ll cum!” Whining, you grow more impatient, unable to stop your hips from twitching up even under his large palms pressing you down. Heeseung could care less, 

lost in the scent and heat of your cunt, he sucks and licks your clit mercilessly, flicking the bud roughly with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh!” Your face squeezes tight, head pushing off from the bed, arching against his mouth giving you no rest. “I’m cumming—I’m cumming!” You chant, mouth hanging open without breathing as an intense orgasm rips through your body, choking on your breath and finally writhing free from Heeseung’s hold when he doesn’t stop; lapping at your freshly spilled entrance like a thirsty dog.

“E-enough.” You tremble, shutting your thighs and turning onto your side, shirt drifting up under your neck and armpits leaving you mostly bare.

Heeseung sits up on the bed, kissing up the side of your thigh to your hip. “Wouldn’t have stopped, you taste so good.”

Now it’s your turn to hide, tucking your face into one of his pillows with a whine. “Ahh, don’t say that.”

“It’s true.” The clink of his zipper lowering follows, turning back around to lay flat and remove your shirt just in time to see Heeseung kick away his pants and boxers, cock standing hard against his stomach; high enough for the head to hit his navel.

He’s big too. 

Biting your lip, you sit up to kiss him, making a face at the amount of slick still coating his chin. Heeseung had no plan to clean any of it off. 

He stares at you wide-eyed and breathless, leaning over you until you lay flat on your back again, brushing hair away from your face. Going in for the kiss first this time, he opens your mouth up with an aggressive push of his tongue; licking inside of your mouth similar to the way he ate you out, messy, greedily drinking the spit that escapes past your lips. More swollen and bitten raw once he settles against your chest and scoops the back of your thighs around his hips.

Leaving your knees bent to cage around him, Heeseung smooths a palm down between your breasts, down past your stomach to grab a hold around his length. He bites down, already covered in your arousal in less than a minute of your lower halves touching. “So wet.” Mumbling to himself, he delivers a few strokes to his length, spreading your slick down to the tip, not that you need the extra lubrication.

Heeseung’s hand trembles around the base of his cock, a reminder of how nervous he actually is as he drags the tip between your folds, dipping in and out of your entrance just enough to have your head spinning. Pawing at his chest to give you more as he teases and groans at how loud the sound of your wetness radiates; pushed in and out against the kisses meeting his cockhead.

“Hee, please, please fuck me.” You say, feeling delirious with each empty deceived clench from your body, chasing after the stretch only his cock can give you.

Finally pushing in past the tip, his chest lays flat against yours, stealing the gasped moan you let out with a fierce kiss. Burying in deeper until he meets obstruction and lets a broken cry inside of your warm wet mouth. 

“F-fuck me baby,” you moan, sucking his bottom lip in with hard bite. “Show me, show me.”

Heeseung’s forehead wrinkles, biting down and grinding his teeth to not whimper between short staggered breaths. He won’t last if he fucks you the way he really wants to. The way he needs to.

Nodding rapidly, he tries to memorize every squeeze that your soft wet wall's pulse around him. Wet, so insanely wet, pouring down to his balls, forming a mess between even his thighs. Heeseung lifts back with heavy eyes to watch your face fall apart, tongue lolled out with nothing behind your eyes but unruly lust. “Fuck me.”

He lets go, rolling his hips forward as hard and deep as you can take him.

“Oh fuckkk!” Heeseung gasps as you arch against him, slapping his chest with balled up fists. It’s better than either of you could have imagined, chasing a fast release off instinct alone while still holding back to make each sensation last longer.

“You’re so tight,” Heeseung says with a linger of pain in his tone. Taking a hold of your wrists, he pins them to your chest, gently shushing your cries. Slowly dragging his cock out halfway and back in to ease the stretch. “You okay?”

A choked moan passes through your lips, nodding fast. “S-so big.”

Kissing your chin, Heeseung nods and loosens his hold on your wrist, easing your hands to lay flat by your head. “Relax for me,” taking a deep breath, he pushes in to the hilt, lower back aching the more he holds himself back from fucking you in earnest and pounding you through his bed. “Can you do that for me?”

A faint ‘yes’ shudders out, losing your breath as he starts to drag his dick out, hissing with each reflexive clench you give him. Heeseung tries, he really tries to hold back, pushing through your heated resistance slowly, but with each glide back in a mess of slick wetness drips out past the intrusion of his size. The smear of wetness leaking down to his thighs in fat wads now, coating the back of your ass and thighs, making each collision of your meeting skin more debauched. 

Another squeeze around him has a broken cry ripping from his throat, moistening the backs of his eyes as he finally breaks and snaps forward to bury in balls deep, making you feel every inch. Heeseung rides through your clamped heat, thrusts turning erratic with his digits finding purchase in your wrist; painfully digging his nails into the soft skin hard enough to leave behind marks of crescent moons.

Rapid tightening pressure around his cock draws more effort on his part, planting his knees on the bed to fuck you with more strength behind his hips. Through the wet layer fogging his gaze he finds your eyes, blown wide with your mouth hung open pouring saliva from the corners. His heart jumps fiercely enough to make him fear it could erupt, ears gone numb to all other than the wanton sounds of your whimpers traced between the song playing.

No one else has a hold over me like you do

You open up the covers, you lure me in

Tackle me anxious, back into bed

Well, I hope to discover all of your ways

This place is death, I know you feel the same

He can’t stop the embarrassingly desperate noises that drip from his mouth as he fucks you with renewed urgency, pressing down until you are chest to chest to snake his hands under your ass and push your hips against his. The new angle gets him in even deeper somehow, nose scrunched up as a strong wave of heat runs rampant in his stomach, tightening up the heavy weight between his thighs. “C-close—I’m so so c-close.”

Struggling to keep up his thrusts the more you tighten up, Heeseung shifts, smoothing down the side of your thigh to wrap around the back of your knee and push your thigh up. The mind-numbing pleasured cry you let out has him fucking into you with abandon, desperate to get you off before he can finish. 

“Come on,” he grits, fingers digging into your leg, calve jostling by your head under the force of his weight pummeling against you. “C’mon baby.” He hits deep, the head of his length kissing your cervix, grinding with a low growling moan.

“P-plea—“ breaking off, your neck bends back, eyes meeting the back of your skull letting a silent cry fly free. Heeseung tries to fuck you through it, beginning to sweat down his face as he grips onto your leg harder and rams forward. 

“Fuckmefuckme,” you babble deliriously between whimpers, tears spilling down your cheeks. “W-want it, cum inside me, f-fuck—want it, want it!” You moan, half pained by over sensitivity the longer he goes, reaching to run your fingers through his hair in search of something to pull on.

Heeseung grunts, leaning in to lick the droplets of salty tears dangling from your chin, gone senseless beyond the addictive warmth sucked around his cock. “I-I’m—fuck!”

A handful of sloppy thrusts more has his balls clenching up, so heavy where they slap and land against the crevice of your ass. He curses, burying himself as deep as your body can take to spill inside. Cock thrumming madly with each shot of hot streaks of cum pouring out. “C-cumming” he gasps, mouth gone dry with spit covering his chin, slumping down onto you with a long sigh.

“Hee..” you cough, leg dropping from his weakened hold. “Can’t breathe.”

“Sorry sorry..” Heeseung bites his lip, pushing his upper half up on numbed arms, slowly drawing his hips back. “Ugh..” he has to look away as white creamy release chases after his length, cock throbbing from the sight of your needy hole gaping open and shut. “Sorry for that..”

“It’s okay.”

He reaches for your shirt before settling back next to you, eyes heavy with sleep and cheeks bunched up from a lazy smile.

“I should probably go to my room before my mom wakes up.” You say sadly, dragging a finger down his lips. “Don’t want to.”

“Don’t want you to.” Heeseung kisses, chasing after your finger with an open mouth. “We can just tell her the truth, that you slept in here.”

“The whole truth?”

“Well, no..” he says, capturing the tip of your finger to suck around, slowly sliding off with a wet pop. “She’d probably never let you out of the house again if she found out about..”

“Yeah..” you share a look, sighing sadly. “Try not to dream of me too much, lover boy.”

Stepping back into your underwear with a grimace, you throw your shorts into his hamper, winking at him and ordering that he wash them for you before you exit.

Heeseung can feel his cheeks itch with heat again, covering his eyes with a smile. How can he still feel shy after all of that..

“Goodnight.”

“Nighty.” You say, cheeks aching from smiling so much. 

“Well well well.” Sunghoon stands across the hallway as you do your best to quietly tiptoe your way out of Heeseung’s bedroom, jumping up and covering your mouth to not scream at his shadowy figure looming nearby. “What do we have here?”

“Hoon?” You say after a night of listening to Heeseung use the nickname over and over again. “What the hell are you doing out here? It’s like 3am.”

“I should ask you the same thing. What the hell are you doing sneaking out of my brother's bedroom in the middle of the night, huh?” Sunghoon steps into the small streak of light coming through the hallway window, jaw flexed tight. “I told you that I’d find out.”

“What? By standing out here with your ear pressed against the door like some creep? What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Don’t change the subject.” Sunghoon corners you, pushing your shoulders against the wall. “And keep your voice down, you’re lucky our parents room is on the other side of the house with those dying animal squeals you were screaming out.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“Anyway,” he traces down the side of your face, flinching away from his touch only for his hand to cup around your jaw and keep your eyes on him. “No more of this, I’ll let it go just this one time because you’re pretty dumb.”

“I don’t need to listen to anything you say.”

“Oh, but you do, don’t you?” He speaks softly, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “And you will.”

“Why? Because you’ll run and tell my mommy that you made me suck your dick for some test answers?” You sneer, slapping your palm on his forearm. 

“I’m giving you a warning.” Sunghoon pecks your upper lip and Cupid’s bow, leaving out any mention of why. Not because he likes you or anything, not Park Sunghoon. “Take it seriously or don’t. Either way you’ll learn to listen to me.”

Pressing a firm kiss to your lips, he lingers, pecking the top and bottom over and over again. “Hate to think you let him defile that pretty mouth, almost repulses me to kiss you right now.”

Sunghoon backs up, raising an eyebrow and grabbing onto your elbows. “Let’s get you washed up before you go to sleep at least, you smell like cum.”

“Hoon, stop!” You whisper, panicked as he leads you to his bedroom. “Where are you taking me!”

Sunghoon kicks his bedroom door open, maneuvering you to his personal bathroom. “You can’t be this stupid.”

“Let me go!” 

“Shut up.” He snarls, pushing you toward the shower door. “Get in there, and make sure you clean yourself good.”

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You whine, forced inside as he barricades the open glass door and leers at you, nodding his chin at your shirt. 

“Tick tock, I’m waiting.” Sunghoon eyes the shirt hanging on your frame, reaching for the collar to pull on. “Is this Heeseung’s?! You’re wearing his clothes now???”

“Let go! You’re stretching it!”

Ignoring you, he pulls more, not even fazed by the slaps you deliver as he reaches for the hem and pulls the material up over your face leaving you no choice but to let him take it off. He lets out a sound of disapproval, reaching for the sides of your underwear. “You didn’t seriously let that asshole bust a nut inside of you.”

“Stop!” 

Sunghoon growls, pushing himself inside the shower until your back meets the chilled tile wall with a shiver. “You’re more disgusting than I thought, when did you start fucking him? Before or after our parents got married.”

He doesn’t give you time to answer, turning the shower on with the water beating down on your head. “Can’t believe he fucked you before me.” He mutters, shoving your now completely soaked underwear down. “You probably think he’s so fucking nice, don’t you?”

Tears well up in your eyes before you can blink them away fast enough, slapping the heel of your palms on his drenched shirt. “You are the only asshole here.”

“You fucking like it.” Sunghoon smirks, uncapping a bottle of body wash to squirt on your chest. “Clean it all out, it’s bad enough I have to fuck you after he did.”

“What?!” He throws a brand new washcloth at you, stepping back to the door dripping water all over the bathroom floor, head snapping with command. 

“Hurry up, my dicks getting hard watching you act so helpless.” He winks, reaching for the shower head to aim between your thighs, focused on the remnants of thick white cum seeping out from between your clenched thighs. “You let him fuck your ass too?”

Sunghoon asks as you turn away from him to reach between your legs and push out the last bits of Heeseung’s cum, nose scrunched in disgust from his comment. Pinching your buttcheek, he laughs, moving back to discard his wet clothing into a dirty hamper. “I guess you weren’t lying about not being a virgin after all, shame.” Licking the backs of his teeth, he scoffs. “My dicks bigger than his anway.”

“I’m going to my room.” You say, turning off the shower after rinsing the soap off of your skin. “And you are going to leave me alone.”

Sunghoon lets out a slow fake laugh, dropping his pajama bottoms when you turn to look at him. The white bathroom background illuminating his porcelain complexion, defined muscles flexing as he reaches for the top of the shower door, showing off his bare naked body. “Am I now?”

“Why do you even want me?”

He hums, making slow movements to bring down his arms and circle the ring on his finger, leisurely sliding it off and setting the silver band down on the bathroom counter. “Why do you think?

“You can have anyone you want.”

“Exactly.” Sunghoon tips his chin in, fitting his gaze down your wet chest and stomach. “And I want you.” Stepping back into the shower, he moves forward, a smile growing on one side of his face with each step back you take until you hit the wall again, chest rising and falling more rapidly as he looks over your figure. “Hard to believe, right?”

Tapping your nose, his index finger drags down from there, tracing the outline of your lips to your chin and the center of your neck. “Heeseung and I have always shared a similar type though.”

The mention of his brother makes you flinch, stomach churning with guilt as his finger lowers and flicks your nipples, breathily laughing the more you twitch under his taunting touch. “Or maybe he just always wants what I have.”

“You don’t have me.” You seeth under your breath, turning away from his steely gaze. 

“Don’t I?” Continuing to trace, he circles your navel, smoothing the pathway lower to the heat between your thighs. “You want me to stop?”

Lack of response and eye contact pulls another laugh out of him, crawling his digits down past your mound to your upper thighs. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Lack of air clears your lungs, finding it impossible to breathe, shutting your eyes to ignore the guilt clawing through your chest from inside out. Sunghoon hums, sliding a knee between your thighs for access to your center. “Look at me.”

With a gulp, you blink, slowly lifting your gaze to find his eyes. Black large pupils stare back at you, ridden with lust and desire, he leans closer, mouth hovering yours. “Good girl.”

The middle of your chest caves, shoulders slumping in as he cups around your core and groans, lips pulled over his teeth. “Can’t say no when you’re already this wet.”

Sighing, you accept your fate knowing in the back of your mind that you could have tried harder to stop him, you should have tried harder to stop him…

Sunghoon’s eyes stay locked on yours, tickling lower until the tips of his fingers find your entrance and scoop up the embarrassing amount of slick that’s already begun to pour out. It’s only because his brother just fucked you, that’s what you say to convince yourself. 

His hand raises between your faces, mouth dropped open letting out a dramatic gasp. “Look at that, so fucking wet it’s dripping down to my wrist, you dirty little..” he breaks off into a grin, shoving the coated fingers to your lips and pushing inside for you to gag around. “Taste it, that’s all for me. That’s your body begging for me.”

It’s not your fault he’s right.. even as you choke and spit around his digits finding the way to the back of your throat, you can’t deny the spike of heat building from your lower belly. 

Sunghoon swipes his fingers clean of your wet arousal and spit over your chin and cheeks, further adding to how degrading he treats you. The way your heart hammers through your chest makes it hard to convince yourself that you hate it..

He lets out a throaty chuckle, licking the mess off your chin and biting down on your bottom lip. “You really are something.” A smug smile pulls at his lips, reaching up to move your wet hair behind your ears. “You even look pretty out of the shower, you know that?”

“..really?”

Sunghoon’s tongue prods between his lips, licking at one side proudly, eyebrows furrowing as what he just said settles. “Yeah..” stifling his breath, he backs away with a fake cough, stepping out uncomfortably. “I’m not going to fuck you in the shower though.”

Silence hangs between the two of you for a minute, telling yourself you could still try to leave… you could..

He backs up to the door, grabbing onto the sides halfway out of the bathroom into his bedroom, full eyebrows raised at you before turning away.

He’s right, you are stupid.

Sunghoon’s standing with his back faced toward you, waiting for you to make the next move. Reaching for his shoulder, you gingerly lay your hand down, already short of breath. “Hoon..”

“You want it?” He asks, voice deep, carrying a hint of a smile in his tone. 

“Yes..”

Turning to you fast he pushes you to the wall, breath knocked out as his palms circle your waist. “What do I get out of it? Your used up pussy?”

“You get to fuck me.” Your mouth goes dry, lip shaking half from nerves, half out of anger. “Isn’t that what you want?”

“I can fuck you regardless.” Amusement carries in his voice, sliding one hand to your throat. “Better than he can too, wanna find out?”

With burning cheeks you duck your face in, tongue heavy in your mouth keeping your lips shut tight. “You really like him, huh?” He huffs, cursing under his breath. “That’s fine. I can change that.”

Sunghoon squats down, arms curling under your thighs to lift your feet off the floor, a cocky smile stretching across his face as he catches your shocked gasp. Propping your back against the wall, his teeth grit, hoisting your weight into his hold with added renewed strength, more determined to fuck your brain into nothing but a puddle of liquid. “Because believe me, he’ll never fuck you like this.”

His arms slide behind your knees getting a firm grip on your hips, cock dragging between your folds. “God, you’re so wet.” He sucks in a sharp breath, knees bending to get the head of his cock lined up with your hole. “Get this wet just from me being mean to you or what?” 

His teeth grind, still managing to breathe a chuckle through his exertion. “Just wanna get fucked? Doesn’t matter if I put it in your throat or pussy, probably even let me fuck your ass right now wouldn’t you?”

“N-no..”

The tip of his cock tugs at the muscle of your entrance, prodding no more than the slit in, arousal jolting through you with each teasing pass. It takes a second between your chest tightening and stomach flipping over to realize Sunghoon’s palms have lowered, landing a stinging slap to cup your ass; slowly dragging your back upwards on the wall to allow for his cock to fully enter inside in one fell swoop.

“What was that?!” He growls, cock throbbing.

“Yes!” You breathe in, eyes rolling back, chest heaving up and down. “Please—fuck me, a-ah, fuck me!”

and Sunghoon listens, thrusting forward with a firm grind, cock fully sheathed rearranging your insides. “That’s right. Want me to fuck your pussy real good? Want me to fuck that pussy the way it deserves to be fucked?” He spits, eyes ablaze with a crazed want, need to release. The stretch from his cock still manages to burn and sting, unable to lock your legs around him from the position he holds you in, full control over your body left to his arms flexed around you; pushing past the clenched up fight of muscle wrapped around him.

“God so fucking good.” His hips pull back, snapping forward at a maddening pace; rocking into your heat hard and rough, enough to make it hurt. “Such a good girl.”

Shivers rock up your spine, powerless to his strength over you as you weakly grip onto his shoulders for balance and security out of fear of falling. “Hoonie..”

He groans, head tipping back listening to your muffled broken moans, the call of his name shooting straight to his cock. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” He stammers, sweat collecting on his brow bone the more he exerts, hips unrelenting with each skin-slapping piston he delivers. “Don’t even know how fucking good you are.”

The veins lining Sunghoon’s neck pulsate violently, picking up his pace even more, balls slapping loudly throughout his bedroom with every thrust. The sound of wetness gushing between your bodies drills fear in your chest, loud enough that anyone passing by outside would be able to pick up easily on. “H-hoon… I’m—cum, I’ll c-cum..” you try to say clearly, on the verge of bursting around the unforgiving slam of his length.

“Fucking cum then! cum around my cock.” He doesn’t slow down, gaze focused carefully on watching the juncture where his dick disappears past your pulsating dripping wet cunt. Sucking in another sharp breath, he slaps your ass again. “Cum.”

That sends you flying over the edge, groaning out loud, arms gone limp over his shoulders; whole body jerking back against the wall from the overstimulation. Sunghoon fucks into you roughly as your release drenches past his cock, clapping the wet mess from his thighs to your ass, and it hurts, shocking your neck ramrod straight with wide eyes. “No—h-hurts!”

“Did I fucking cum yet?” He says between clenched teeth, dropping your jelly-like limp legs from his arms, punctuating the question with a particularly rough thrust. Breathing out harshly, he looks animalistic, wild eyes glaring at you before ripping your shoulder from the wall to slam you against it on your front; chest hitting hard stealing a gasp of breath from your lungs.

“I say when we are done.” He says, splitting your ass open to push his length back in. “You asked to get fucked, so you’re going to get fucked.”

Sunghoon groans, fingertips finding your hips to bury into, thrusting too hard and fast for you to fully enjoy. Round after round between the two brothers finally taking it out of you, whimpering in over sensitivity as he hits deep inside of you and rips another orgasm out of you, much weaker than the last. “Oh that’s so good,” he grunts, fucking into you harder. “The way your pussy sucks around me just like that.”

He keeps at it, muttering about how good your cunt feels the tighter you get. “I’d never fuck my girlfriend like this.” Sunghoon breathes into your ear, eyelashes fluttering wildly at the way you grip around him, and then he’s cumming. Cock buried deep inside, pumping out drop after drop of his release between breathless groans. “Fuck.”

Sighing, he drops flat against you kissing your sweaty nape.

“Now you’re going to listen to me once and for all.” He thrusts again, pushing out his cum with each backstroke. “And end this shit with my brother, or else I swear..” biting the shell of your ear he pants heavily, licking down to your earlobe. “I’ll make sure you both regret it. Don’t want that, do you?”

Layering kisses down your cheek, he bites your jaw down to your chin, burying inside to the hilt again. “Be a good girl.”

“Fuck off.” You mumble, more than past sensitivity between your thighs. Emptied and exhausted you fall back, slapping his forearm around your waist weakly. “No more.”

“Be quiet.” He grunts, turning you both around and throwing you down on his bed on your stomach, mounting your hips to line his cock back up to your hole. “And take it.” 

Sunghoon’s an idiot.

At least that’s what you can’t help to think as he stomps into the kitchen and lets out an overdramatic wheeze at the sight of you squished against his brother’s side at the kitchen island.

“Well.” Popping his lips, he tucks them in, dimples pinching deep holes into his cheek. “Aren’t the two of you up early.” He says, eyes laser focused on you. “Did you even sleep?”

Heeseung stiffens up, swiping away from one of the videos he recorded during the concert; locking his phone and moving to stand.

“Hee, where are you going?”

Sunghoon scoffs, opening the fridge up aggressively in search of a protein shake, mouthing ‘HEE?!’ where he faces away from you.

“Uhm,” Heeseung scratches his neck, quickly glancing at his brother and then back at you. “Back to my room.”

“You have fun in there.” Sunghoon interrupts, mixing his pre-workout. “You.” Snapping his fingers in your face, he melts you in place with a sleek angry glare. “Tutoring in an hour, your professor emailed again and you have a test this week.”

“Yeah no.” Getting up to follow behind Heeseung, you flip Sunghoon off on your way out. “Can’t meet with you today, sorry! Don’t worry though, I’ll find a way to get some studying done.”

Sunghoon crushes the now emptied protein shake carton in his grip, stopping himself from running after you to drag you to his room by your hair. “What a little..”

Brushing off your attitude, he swipes open his phone to open up a chat with your mother to inform her of your negligence; emphasizing how worried he is over you passing this class, adding in that at this rate you will without a doubt fail.

He response comes in shortly, thanking him more than once for putting up with you. ‘She won’t be wasting any more of your time, I’ll be sure to cut off her subscriptions if she tries to pull this. Please give her one more chance Hoonie, you sweet darling boy❤️’

Smirking, he pockets his phone, counting down his fingers for the sound of your scream after the telltale ring of your cell phone carries from upstairs.

“What?! Mom! No!” 

Feisty. Sunghoon laughs to himself, pleased on his way back to his bedroom only to be stopped by your figure running toward him.

“What is your problem!” You hiss, lightly shoving his shoulder. “You seriously fucking called my mom to snitch on me?”

“No,” Sunghoon pouts innocently, breaking into a smile. “I texted.”

Practically foaming at the mouth, you grab him by the shirt, pulling him toward your bedroom. “Listen to me asshole!” You shriek, using all of your strength to push him inside of your room, kicking the door shut behind you. “How many times do I need to tell you to leave me alone?!”

Sunghoon smiles, shrugging as he begins to look around your room. “You’re kind of turning me on, try saying it again.”

“Sunghoon!” Charging at him, you throw your body forward at his chest, knocking him back enough for his ass to plant on your bed, surprise drawing his eyebrows up his forehead.

“What happened to.. what was it again?” Snapping his fingers, he taps his chin, eyes widening. “Oh right! Hoon! Hoonie!!!” He drags out, moaning in a high pitched tone.

“Last night was a one time thing.”

“Sure,” Sunghoon leans back on his palms, biting a smile away as he eyes you. “Sucks that you left me to wake up alone though..”

Coiled heat spirals through your gut, forcing yourself to look away. “I don’t need to get in trouble because of your ass on top of everything, luckily for me I managed to wake up after you fucked me until I passed out. Asshole.”

“You liked it,” he smirks, sitting up to rub up and down the sides of your thighs. “Just like you like this…this rough-housing between us, the hot banter and childish little arguments.”

“You’re delusional, I don’t like any of this.”

Sunghoon pouts, pulling you to stand between his parted thighs and hug around your hips with his chin perched on your stomach. “You don’t like me?”

Heeseung clears his throat from your bedroom door, too caught up with his younger brother to even think that he’d come looking for you after bursting out of his room to ‘kill Sunghoon’.

“Sorry,” he says, beginning to back up. “Didn’t know you were busy.”

“Hee! No!”

Sunghoon stands up fast, pulling you into a full body hug so that you can’t turn around and chase after his brother. “Yeah Hee, we’re busy, scram.”

The older nods, slowly pulling the door shut with a broken expression. “Heeseung please!” You scream as a last stitch of effort. “Please! Don’t leave!!”

Sunghoon sighs, rolling his eyes and shoving you away. “Fine, let’s settle this shit right now.”

Heeseung pauses, eyes wide and alert bouncing back and forth between the two of you, the panic in your gaze pulling him inside like an invisible string to come in. “Settle what?”

“This.” Sunghoon repeats brazenly, motioning between the three of you. “You’re fucking her, I’m fucking her, better too.”

Heeseung scoffs, shaking his head.

“And I don’t like that.” Sunghoon continues. “So, what are we going to do about this? Big brother.” He carps, managing to make the title come across as an insult. 

“Sunghoon, stop this!” You intervene, getting between them. “What about your girlfriend?!”

“Yeah Hoonie.” Heeseung says from behind you, moving closer until his chest meets your back. “You think Miyeon would love to know about how you cheat on her every other weekend with random sluts you meet at parties?”

Sunghoon shakes his head with a smug sneer, eyes rolling between an anxious blink. “And you Heeseung? Should I tell dad about your weekend adventures? The real reason you’re flunking out of uni? The truth behind why you’re such a fucking failure?”

Heeseung stiffens behind you, clutching at your shirt by your lower back. “Hee?”

“It’s not what you think Hoon..”

“What? So I just made up all those times I’ve had to watch you embarrass yourself, stumbling out of parties high and drunk off your ass?” Sunghoon huffs a cruel laugh. “Real nice, how you’d clearly rather fuck up your head than evolve, better yourself and try to not be such a low life prick.”

“Enough!” You interrupt, sensing the tension radiating off Heeseung’s body. “God.”

Taking a deep breath, you have to pause, remembering that you have only heard one side of this story…

“I’m doing better..” Heeseung whispers behind you, the bottom half of his face buried in his chest to hide. “Haven’t been going out the way I used to, I know I need to stop Hoon. I’m trying..”

“Oh Hee..” you turn, slinking your arms around his waist. 

“Ugh.” Sunghoon pretends to gag. “Bullshit! Trying my ass! You’ve never tried to fix anything!”

Heeseung frowns, slumping in your hold, eyes falling shut. “I don’t know what else you want from me, Hoonie.”

“I want you to get the fuck up off my gi—“ Sunghoon catches his breath, pausing and stepping back, lips twitching furiously. “Fuck.” He turns, hands set on hips visibly shaking from the rage coursing through his body.

“You can’t just..” you start, chewing on your bottom lip, weighing if you’re overstepping boundaries too much. “Talk?”

Heeseung trembles, clearly living in some fear of his brother. A similar cycle to the one you’ve found yourself racing through..

“No!” Sunghoon snaps, twisting back around to face the two of you, features tight and full of anger. “I have nothing to say to him.”

Heeseung nods, rubbing down your back reassuringly. “It’s okay, I have a lot to explain to make this fair.”

“It’s okay Hee, really..”

Sunghoon sneers, muttering under his breath about how repulsive this is, regretting his need for confrontation. 

“No no,” Heeseung continues. “Hoonie’s right, I’m a fuck up.. fucked up our relationship, fucked up my education. I fucked up my life, I know.” He reiterates, nodding and agreeing with Sunghoon. “I should have been there for you back then Hoon..”

The younger flinches, tearing his gaze away, jaw twitching. “Don’t bother, you’re too late.”

“Come on Sunghoon..” you say shakily, reaching for his hand, only for him to snatch it away. Taking a few steps back to create distance between you.

“Yeah..” Heeseung swallows, throat dry as tears gather at his waterline. “I know, but you’ll always be my little brother, and if you ever need me.. I’m here for you.”

“No you’re not.” Sunghoon sucks between his teeth, licking his lips and rubbing his eyes frustrated, using the fast action to clear away moisture. “If you’re serious then leave her alone, let me have this for once.”

“Hee, no, do not listen to him!” You speak up, glaring at the younger. “I’m not some fucking conquest Sunghoon, I’m a person, not a trophy to hold over your brothers head just because you have bad blood.”

“I didn’t say that.” Sunghoon snaps at you, baring his teeth. “Why are you even getting involved?! You’re just making this worse!” 

“Hoon, come on dude.” Heeseung moves in front of you, shielding you as if his brother would do something that would require that.

Sunghoon’s eyes bulge, bloodshot with his temper skyrocketing, pushing up to his brother nose to nose, a spark of pride roaring through his chest at the lack of difference in their height. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Heeseung’s gaze lowers, running his tongue along the backs of his teeth nervously. “Nothing man, nothing.” Holding his hands up defenseless, he turns toward you, face drained of energy. “Sorry about all of this.”

“It’s okay baby,“ you console, burying your face in his chest, arms seeking his waist to squeeze around tightly until he gasps for a breath and breaks into a smile. “You don’t have to apologize to me.”

“I can’t believe this.” Sunghoon barks, gaining your attention again.

“Hoon, listen..” without releasing Heeseung, you turn to face him, lip tweaking down slightly. “It’s not personal, but I like your bro—“

“Enough!” He shouts, stomping toward the door. Refusing to hear that for the second time in his life, one unforgettable heartbreak was enough already.

Sighing, you return to rubbing your face in Heeseung’s warm embrace, releasing the built up stress and negative energy circulating around you. Big hands soothe down your spine, setting soft barely there kisses on your forehead, mumbling under his breath. “Thank you.“

Sunghoon backs out quietly, blinking away the itch behind his eyes. Typical of his brother to never let him have anything, even the last days with their mother when he selfishly pushed his younger brother away and told him to stay in his room. Fucking asshole could never be there for him the way a normal sibling should be. Heeseung never once chose him over a woman, not their mom, not you, and not her.

He nods to himself, clicking the door shut behind him with his jaw set tight. It’d be too easy to walk away now, accept defeat, allow for Heeseung to kick dirt in his face once again… 

But Sunghoon has never liked taking the easy route.

“Did you honestly think that was it?” Sunghoon leans against your bedroom door, stepping in and kicking it shut behind him, startling you as he makes his way in with a venomous glare laser focused on you. “Think I give up that easily?”

“Get out of my room!” You hurriedly whisper, getting up to push him back to the door. “What the hell is your problem!? Why do you keep showing up?!”

“You. Him. You’re both my problem.” Sunghoon sneers, taking a hold of your wrists to pin them down by your sides and press your back flush against the door. 

“There’s nothing to give up!” Continuing to hiss, you thrust your weight forward, barely shifting his figure back enough to take a deep breath and lighten him off your torso. “You. Have. A. Girlfriend.”

“Semantics.” Rolling his eyes, Sunghoon waves off your annoyance. “A girlfriend, what’s a girlfriend to you anyway? The girl you met, shook hands with, and then proceeded to fuck her boyfriend anyway?”

“You!” Huffing, you beat his chest, using your strength to shove. “You know why!”

“Oh, because we made a fair trade? Your grades improve and I get in a nut once in a while.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “Big fucking deal.”

“It is a big fucking deal you prick.”

“It wasn’t, until you did exactly what I told you not to do and fucked my brother.” He glares at you, forehead wrinkling at the mention of Heeseung. “The one thing I fucking asked of you, and now here you are, in love or some shit.” He says, hands raised to make quotations with a disgusted leer tugging his face down.

“You never told me to not..” sighing, you slump against the door, head aching as you wonder how this could possibly be your life. “Why do you even care?! I don’t get it.”

“You wouldn’t.” Stepping back, he saunters to your pinboard of clippings from magazines, quotes and poems about different parts of Europe you’ve dreamed of every summer. “But maybe you will, eventually.”

Sunghoon traces one of the phones of a couple skiing through the Swiss Alps, scoffing under his breath at the idea of you and his brother venturing off together on some romantic getaway. Chuckling under his breath he rips off the photo of the Venice Canals, turning back to face you.

“I’ll be sure to have my father’s assistant only book the best accommodations for us.” Sunghoon grins cockily, placing his hand along the side of your neck. “Five stars only, my princess deserves the best.”

“What?” You sneer, slapping his arm away. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Our dream summer vacation.” He says dumbfounded, mouth hung open offended that you dare to forget. “The one you’ve been working your ass off to better your grades for.”

“Hoon, what—“

“Because you don’t really believe you can just run off to Europe easypeasy after fucking not only one, but both of your step-brothers?!” Sunghoon gasps, grabbing at his chest dramatically. “What would your mother say?! Man, with how strict she is, she’d probably ship your ass off to live on your grandmother's farm in the middle of nowhere. At least that’s what she said over dinner that one time with Miyeon..”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t?” He smiles, batting his eyelashes innocently. “Can you be so sure?”

“But why?” You ask desperately, head beginning to throb from this back and forth.

Sunghoon shrugs sarcastically, eyes bulging out to mock you with an expression that flat out says ‘are you stupid?’. 

“Summer in Europe.” He opens up your door, peering over his shoulder with a dazzling sharp grin. “Can’t wait.

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[0110l5]

quiet.

description: heeseung x reader // (slight degradation + praise, fear of being caught, closet sex)

a/n: oh to have a boyfriend like heeseung where the sex never gets boring

heeseung was very particular with sex. he was never satisfied with just fucking, he always insisted on adding onto it with something to fuel the excitement. 

he likes tight spaces. he likes recording. he likes quickies. ropes. school uniforms. in a department store changing room. right before class. 

heeseung gets turned on when you’re worried you’ll get caught. his cock twitches when you think you can’t take something. he lives out his sexual fantasies by forcing you to be slightly out of your comfort zone.

“you gotta be quiet for me baby” he breathes out right by your ear as you fuck up and down on his dick. you don’t answer and shamelessly bury your face into his neck.

“sounds like you’re losing your mind all over my dick isn’t that right ___?” he teases you again. it wasn’t like you chose to be in this position. forcing you into some random closet of his parent’s huge lake house where all his relatives were running free to celebrate the last day of summer break. 

you can’t string any words together with the proximity and fear of being caught, all while feeling so fucking good on his cock. you love fucking heeseung, you love being able to bounce on him over and over. holding onto his broad shoulders and feeling up his arms, having his hands wrap around your waist to guide you up and down. there was no better feeling than this.

he leans back, holding himself up with his forearms digging into the closet floor. 

“wanna see your pretty face.” even with that grin, the look in his hooded eyes is dark and alluring. he maintains eye contact while you ride him, then slowly lingering his gaze down your body, making you squirm out of self consciousness. his eyes still once it finally lands on your entrance, seeing you being stretched out by him. he bites his lip to hold back a groan. 

“you’re so tight around me ___, so fucking tight.” he watches you move up and down, licking his lips when he sees you leaving a white ring of cream around the base of him. something shifts in his eyes and suddenly he pulls you down to lay flat on his chest, bringing his arms to wrap around your back.

“i’m gonna fuck the shit out of this pussy, ___, i'm gonna fuck the shit out of you” he breathes out heavily, lifting his lower body up to pound into you. you can hardly process the sudden change of position and you let out a sob into shoulders, quickly silencing yourself after realizing where you are.

“i told you to be fucking quiet.” and you partially listen. you can’t help but to keep whimpering, biting onto his shirt to help it as much as possible.

heeseung fucks into you and you can’t do anything but lay on him and take it. he fucks hard and you feel every inch of it. he fucks you at a pace you’d never be able to ride him at and it brings tears to your eyes and all you wanna do is cry out for him.

the closet fills with the sound of you squelching against him and you feel yourself about to let go.

“you better not make a fucking mess ___, know where you are right now.” yet he keeps giving it to you like you need it and you have no choice but to want to cum all over him. 

“can’t take it hee” you whimper out, trying to get off of him, and he forces you back down. pressing his hand firmly onto the small of your back and thrusting up into you harder. he kisses the side of your face and you can feel how close he is too. 

“i’m gonna cum with you baby, can you cum when i do too my pretty girl?” you nod and whine into him again. he always sweet talks you and drops the mean act when he’s close.

“love you so fucking much, want you to make a mess all over my dick baby. give it to me,  want you to cum as hard as you want.”

his brace around you is firm but you feel a change in the way he touches you. his hands are more slow, trying to soak in every part of your body. he kisses the sides of your face, your shoulders. his mouth latches onto your neck and he sucks down on it to quiet himself as well. 

“gonn- fuck- cum all in you.” he moans out in between your neck and you lose yourself all over him, feeling your release in every inch of your being, pressing your hand hard over your mouth to not make a noise. your eyes gloss over and you feel your whole body trembling.

he fucks you through your orgasm and sucks hard on your skin, knowing it’ll leave a mark later. it feels too fucking good, too good that you lose all reasoning and call out his name over and over. he lets his mouth go from your neck to breathe out soft groans, not caring about whether you both were too loud anymore. you ride out your orgasm too, both of your bodies moving into each other until you were too tired to move at all. 

he’s gorgeous after he cums, his eyes barely opening, collapsing back down onto the ground. he lays like that for a few minutes to catch his breath. once he realizes your eyes on him he brings himself up to make out with you. kissing you hard, moaning a bit into your mouth, all with his cock still inside. he finds yours hands with his and interlocks your fingers, smiling through your kisses. pulling back every once in awhile to admire you all over again.

it takes awhile for you and heeseung to pull yourself together and leave the closet to go back to the family, and your mind starts to wonder where heeseung wants it next.

[0110l5]

hi there

I've just discovered your acc and it's absolutely amazing

i just wanted to ask if you can write your opinion about who is the most enha member to have sex everywhere and everytime and actually like having lotta of sex

Jake in my opinion is the type of guy who loves having sex outdoors even more than he loves doing it indoors. He just has that fetish going on with exhibitionisim, for some reason the thrill of being inappropriate in public turns him so incredibly fucking much. He probably should be ashamed about the times he has bend you over the sink and fucked you each time you went on a fancy dinner date, and also about the times he has fucked you in the cabinets while you were shopping for some dresses — not the mention how every time he fingered you in the literal cinemas while the saloon was filled with people, but he really doesn’t, he doesn’t feel guilty at all. Instead, he feels proud, and can’t wait to do more.

Heeseung without a doubt is almost always horny, to say it in other words, he’s basically always down for sex. He likes to have sex in public as much as he likes having it at home in private, he finds it fun and exciting, but a bit too risky as well. Therefore, he only accepts to fuck you out in a park when it’s too dark for anyone else to see, just like how he only agrees to fuck you in the backseat after the night settles and the roads become calm and quite. To put it in simple words, he loves the thrill of being a voyeur, but he hates the risk of being spotted. He’s a bit jealous and wants to keep you all to himself, so though he’s always in for sex, he’s not always there for the freakiness, he prefers to be safe and sound.

Sunghoon loves having a lot of sex, he loves fucking from the morning till the night and then again, from the night till the dawn. But he’s quite the private type. He doesn’t like carrying your bedroom businesses elsewhere outside the door, he likes to keep things at where they belong. On very rare occasions, if you end up consuming all his self consciousness and patience, he might fuck you outdoors — in his car mostly, that’s the most possible option. He finds it kinky and hot he has to admit, yet he still prefers being at home and fucking you properly on his bed. He likes the privacy of it, he likes the comfort of it, he likes the fact that he doesn’t have to rush anything as well.

I feel like Jay isn’t the type to just slide down his pants for a quickie, nope, he’s the type that wants to go deeply through it. What I mean is, when Jay has sex, he wants to perform the whole fucking ritual — starting from the slow kissing and going all the way up to railing you into the sheets of his bed. And as you can guess, it’s gonna take a while — your whole night at minimum. Thus, he’s not very much the type to just bend you over somewhere random for a quick fuck, he wants a proper ambiance before he indulges in it fully. In summary, Jay doesn’t like your sex to be lousy, so he makes sure that everything is perfect before he actually steps up and makes his move.

[0110l5]

Get Off That Stupid Game

summary. reader’s new obsession with a rhythm game leaves jake sulking.

pairing. jake x afab reader

genre. smut

wc. 1578

Your fingers ferociously tapped on the screen of your phone. Everything about the game you downloaded four days ago was addicting. The way the notes matched up perfectly with the beat of the music made your ears and eyes scream in bliss; the rhythm game had taken over your mind.

It’s not like you were an expert at the game, but, that’s what made you want to continue playing, to show your friends you could become better at it than they were. So, that’s exactly what you’ve been doing all day.

1,085,856, were the results plastered on your screen as you sighed out loudly. “I’ve done better,” you mumbled under your breath as your thumb hovered over the “Play Again” button.

“No, please not again,” Your boyfriend whined as he slammed his head on the couch pillows. He couldn’t stand another second of listening to you play that stupid song. Your fingers halted as you glanced to your right. “What was that?” You asked your boyfriend as he dramatically placed his hands over his ears. “I physically can’t stand hearing that song anymore,” He groaned out as he sat up to look at you. All you could do was snort out a scoff at his words. “One more play wouldn’t kill you, Jake,” You leaned back on the couch and pressed the replay button. You positioned your thumbs and began tapping away at your phone as the song played for the twelfth time today. Jake let out a loud groan as he slouched against the couch.

Hours had passed since your boyfriend’s little tantrum. Your sore thumbs now tapping away at another song. Jake couldn’t believe you were still at it in that stupid game. He’d tried to let his annoyance go but he just couldn’t, especially not after what you pulled with him.

Jake had turned on the TV for you two to watch something. You hadn’t paid too much attention when Jake suggested watching his favorite movie on Netflix, you only hummed in response.

As the movie played, his favorite scene came up, making him quickly sit up and ask you to look at the TV. When he didn’t receive a response he looked over at you and saw you in the same position you had been in all day. Smashing your thumbs on the screen as you ignored your attention-deprived boyfriend. Jake couldn’t take it anymore. He’d had enough of your behavior. You were acting like a gaming-obsessed freak who’d do nothing but rot on their couch.

Your thumbs were slowing down as the song approached its final melodies. You were content with how you played this round, positive you beat your friend's score. The song was almost over when your phone was rudely snatched away from your grip. You quickly looked up and saw your boyfriend dangling the device over your face. You fumed with anger when you heard the obnoxious, “Practice Makes Perfect!” game over.

“What the fuck, Jake?!” You got off the couch, now standing in front of your annoyed boyfriend. Jake glared at you as he shut off your phone, erasing all final data from the previous round. “You agreed to watch this movie with me but here you are, not even paying attention to it because of this stupid game!” Jake swayed your phone in the air in frustration. You snatched your device from his hand and huffed in annoyance. You hadn’t realized how neglectful you’d been to your boyfriend. His expression indicated he was hurt by the lack of attention he’d received all day.

He stood in front of you trying to come off as angry but looked more like a sulking pup in your eyes.

A smile crept up on your face making Jake frown. “You’re so cute when you’re mad,” You cooed, cupping his cheeks in your hands. Jake pouted, secretly loving the baby talk. You inched closer to his face, peppering light kisses on his cheeks. Jake couldn’t stay mad anymore. Not after you so lovingly kissed his lips.

Jake wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer. You pushed his chest, causing him to fall back on the couch. You made yourself comfortable on his lap, arms resting on his shoulders. “I’m sorry...,” You mumbled as you kissed down Jake’s neck. He leaned his head back, giving you more access to his sensitive spot. His breath hitched when you started sucking on it, leaving light hickeys on his neck. As you peppered his neck with bruises, your left hand began making its way down his bulge. You massaged his clothed cock, earning soft groans from your boyfriend.

“Do you like that?” You hummed out making Jake quickly nod. He bucked his hips forward, grinding his bulge on your palm. You giggled at his actions, finding your boyfriend too cute. “Hmm, you’re really needy today,” You whispered in his ear. “Of course I am! You’ve been ignoring me all day,” Jake whined out. You kissed him again, trying to make it up to him. “Do you want me to show you how sorry I am?” You asked seductively as you continued rubbing your palm against his throbbing cock. “Yes, please…,” Jake said breathlessly, wanting to be touched properly. You smiled at his response, giving him a quick peck before falling to your knees in front of him.

You pulled his sweatpants down to his ankles, taking his boxers off in the process. Jake man spread in front of you, giving you more room to kneel. His cock was fully hardened, it rested against his lower abdomen. You rested your arms on his thighs as your hands wrapped around his shaft, giving him light strokes.

“Don’t tease,” He said firmly. You wanted to ignore his demand but you had already been ignoring him all day. The least you could do was pleasure him properly.

You nodded and took him in your mouth, causing Jake to throw his head back in pleasure. You swirled your tongue around the shaft of his cock as he thrust into your mouth. You could feel tears building up as his tip hit the back of your throat. You gagged on his cock, digging your nails into his thighs. He continued fucking your throat, placing both hands against the temples of your head.

Jake roughly pulled out of your mouth, leaving strands of spit all over his cock and at the corners of your mouth.

“God, you’re so messy,” Jake said, admiring the sight in front of him. You quickly wiped your lips and stood up to pull down your shorts. Jake smirked at the visible wet patch on your panties. “You’re such a dirty girl,” Jake said as he pulled you down to his lap, gliding his fingers against your clothed clit. You rested your head on his shoulder and whimpered softly at his touch. “You got so wet just off sucking my cock. Tsk, you’re so dirty,” It’s true, you could get off by just giving Jake head. You absolutely loved the feeling of his cock in your mouth.

Jake slipped your panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt. He rubbed your sensitive bud making you moan, burrowing your face in his shoulder. He chuckled at your reaction and positioned you on his cock. His tip teased your leaking entrance. “Jake, please put it in,” You whined, wiggling yourself on him. Jake obliged and grabbed your hips, pushing you down on his cock. You both groaned in pleasure.

When you had adjusted to his size you began bouncing on his cock. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his thick member stretching you out.

“You’re so tight,” Jake groaned out lowly as he gripped your ass, giving you support as you moved up and down on him. Your walls swallowed his cock perfectly.

After a while of riding your boyfriend, your pace began to slow down. Your thighs were cramping up. Jake took notice of this and wrapped his arms around your waist, slamming his cock inside of you. You bit on Jake’s shoulder, trying to contain your moans.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. You’re so tight for me, so good for me,” Jake nibbled on your ear as he felt his high approaching. He continued thrusting himself in you, hitting your G-spot perfectly. “Jake, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out, desperate to reach your high. Jake responded by going faster, kissing and biting your neck.

Jake’s thrust began to get sloppier, his cock twitching inside you. Jake threw his head back as he felt his seed spill inside you. You moaned out loudly, also reaching your orgasm. You rocked your hips back and forth, milking his cock.

You two breathed out heavily, both coming down from the intense orgasm. “Jake, I’m not on the pill...,” You whispered, remembering he just came inside of you. Jake cupped your cheeks and kissed you. “Maybe, it’s time we start a family,” He said in between the kiss. You slapped his shoulder lightly, causing him to chuckle. “Jake! I’m serious!” You whined out. “I am too!” He laughed as he caressed your hips. You leaned on him, tired from the sex you just had. “You really think I’m capable of being a mother? Not too long ago you were scolding me because of a game…,” You mumbled tiredly. Jake only sighed and kissed your forehead. “We’ll face our consequences tomorrow,” He said quietly as you both drifted off to sleep.