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Jungwon is forced to sit next to him tonight. They have the entire booth to themselves, yet somehow, Jungwon ends up next to him.
Fine. Jake and Heeseung got here early and held the place down for them, so they’re excused. Niki shared a cab with Jungwon and they took their places across from each other. Also fine.
What’s not fine is Sunoo and Sunghoon squeezing in next to Niki. Sunoo gets a pass because he just sits down, but Sunghoon does not.
His hopeless feelings for Sunoo leads him on an invisible string, and he crams himself next to him at any chance he can get. If he didn’t let his crush puppet him around, there would not be an open spot next to Jungwon. Thus, he wouldn’t have to sit next to the pain in the ass that is Park Jongseong.
The menace arrives late, as always, and smiles way too cheerily as he slides in next to Jungwon. He smells like some sort of strange concoction of musk, ripe cherries and diesel. He’s dressed like a wannabe 90s heartthrob, and he knows no boundaries when it comes to personal space. Even less so than Sunghoon.
The first thing he does is take a sip of Jungwon’s drink, and when he swats him away he just smirks and starts shrugging his (cheesy and stupid and annoying) leather jacket off.
“Hey there, lovebug.” He winks.
The urge to strangle the smugness off his face washes over Jungwon. He stares for a moment too long before repeating the name in a monotone voice.
“...Lovebug.”
“Think about it.” Jay shrugs, looking way too happy with himself. He grins, raising his eyebrows as if he’s giving a hint. “Haven’t you… missed me since last time?”
Oh. Right. Jungwon huffs when he realizes, willing away the angry blush that pricks his face—which he blames on his drink and not the flash of memories that surges through his mind.
The last time they saw each other, they bumped into each other at the campus library. They made silent eye contact for about thirty seconds until Jungwon caved and dragged him away to the darkest corner of the building: the insect section.
They aggressively made out against the shelves while undressing each other and knocking books to the ground. Unfortunately, they got interrupted by the shrill scream of an entomology major with a pressing urge for spider facts, and are now banned from that section of the library.
Jungwon blames that whole incident on the stress of exam season. He was just anxious and needed some release… and Jay happened to be there. Yes, he made the first move, but Jay has no right to look so smug about it right now because that loser was the eager one out of them. He practically begged Jungwon not to leave afterwards, despite hearing that boner-killing scream and an entire lecture about respecting campus property. So. If anyone should be smirking right now, it’s Jungwon.
Either way, he hasn't talked to Jay since, and he refuses to humor him. He clears his throat and turns his eyes to his sparkly red drink on the table, choosing to ignore his stupidity. “You’re late.” He says instead. “Again.”
“Yeah. Sorry about that, honeybee. I was getting my hair done, then I had to buy this completely new outfit, and spend hours pampering myself to perfection.” Jay jokes, and Jungwon humphs as he gives him a once-over.
He’s wearing a red t-shirt with some stupid rock print on the front, ripped black jeans, paired with an abundance of accessories; all of which he’s worn multiple times before. Not to mention that damn jacket, that frankly, Jungwon has seen him wear one time too much. His hair looks the same as always, but he does deserve some credit for perfecting that… annoying swoopy strand in front of his face.
“Did I leave you waiting too long?” His smirk grows even more agitating. “It’s so adorable how you saved a seat for me, sweety-fly.”
Jungwon scoffs and turns to his drink, stirring the straw around his glass in tune with his head shaking. Was that supposed to be a play on ‘sweetie pie’? This loser thinks he’s being clever with these pet names, doesn’t he?
“Keep on dreaming, Jjongsaeng.”
“Oh I will, Jjeongwon.”
Jungwon glares daggers into his face, but he doesn’t falter. “God,” He stabs the straw into the bottom of the glass, “I fucking hate you.”
“Sure you do.” Jay mumbles and looks at the others with a dashing smile. “So, my dear friends. What did I miss?”
“Well… We’re currently trying to find potential hookups for Jake.” Sunoo informs, then gives Jake a pointed look. “But he’s so picky.”
“I’m not picky. I just don’t want to hook up with some random person.”
“But… isn’t that kind of the point?” Niki asks.
“Yeah, I mean… unless you want to hook up with one of us?” Sunghoon raises his brows, then aims it towards Jake’s seatmate. He chuckles mischievously. “My odds are on Heeseung.”
“What?!” Jake exclaims, a blush on his cheeks.
“Yeah, what?!” Heeseung chimes in, ears turning red.
Voices and teasing cheers erupt from everyone gathered around the table, until it dims down and they move their focus away from Heeseung and Jake to the people on the dance floor.
Jungwon is sure they’ve covered every inch of this place, as well as created a ‘pros and cons list’ for every person out there by now. He sighs. He doesn’t know how or when the focus shifted to finding someone for Jay, but they’re all currently flicking through the options as if this were some kind of ridiculous dating app.
Jungwon stays quietly sipping on his drink, not caring at all for this stupid conversation. What’s the matter with all of them? Plus, not one of them have any idea what Jay’s type is, anyway. This is absurd.
A small huff escapes him.
Jay sneaks a glance at the boy by his side at the noise, and a smile blooms on his face. His little ears have gone red, and his grip on his glass is so strong it couldn’t run away if it tried. On top of that, he’s shifting around in his seat like he’s got ants crawling in his pants.
“What about you, hm?” Jay asks, stifling a chuckle, and puts his arm around his shoulders. “You’re awfully quiet. Don’t you see anybody you like?”
“No.” Jungwon says. He relaxes at the touch, but only for a split second, then he’s putting on that wriggling worm act he does whenever Jay touches him around the other guys. He smiles knowingly but removes his arm anyway. His hand finds a place on his back instead, steady on his spine where the others can’t see. Jungwon relaxes, but the back of his neck takes a similar shade to his drink. “No one yet.”
“No? What about that tall one over there?” Jay nods towards some lanky dude with a pretty face but with awkward dance moves.
“Yeah right.” Jungwon rolls his eyes, blush growing as the hand slides further down his back. He pretends to scope out the other choices as Jay rubs warm circles through his shirt. He clears his throat and shifts, endlessly toying with the straw in his drink. “He’s not my type.”
“What is your type?” Sunghoon inquires, eyes curiously scanning Jungwon’s face, who reddens when a belt loop in the back of his pants gets grabbed.
“O-Oh, I-”
“Yeah, Jungwon. What is your type?” Jay jumps on the question. There’s a teasing edge in his voice. He comes closer, smirking into Jungwon’s ear as he speaks. “Is it me?”
Instantly, Jungwon whips his head around to face him. A choir of ‘oh no’s echo around the table. The two of them stare into each other’s eyes fiercely.
Shut up, Jungwon’s gaze demands.
Be careful, Jay’s refutes. Meanwhile, his hand dips into the back of Jungwon’s pants, making his eyes widen. Is this guy out of his fucking mind?
“It’s me, isn’t it?”
“I would–” Jungwon gulps, growing hotter as Jay’s hand makes contact with his skin, creeping into his underwear. Arousal and thrill washes over him, and he squirms in his seat. The shift only gives Jay leverage, so he can rub his fingers over his hole, where a slow stream of slick drips out of him. “I would r-rather die than date you.”
This is crazy!
“Oh, is that so?” Jay chuckles, sending tingles down Jungwon’s spine. The tip of his finger dips inside, just prodding around before rubbing over it again. Jungwon’s body freezes out of shock. He involuntarily gets wetter.
“Yes.” He says, glaring at Jay as a warning to stop, but the sicko only smiles. Sweat builds on Jungwon’s skin, the temperature suddenly rising in the club. He shakes his head, looking straight into Jay’s eyes, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“I never said anything about dating though?” He pouts.
“Jay, don’t–”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t–” Steam pours off Jungwon, his skin red and his face angry. Jay smirks, skinking the tip of finger deeper before dipping out again. Jungwon’s breath stutters, and he firmly moves his head from side to side, eyes stern. “–do that.”
“Do what?” Jay plays innocent, tilting his head to the side. As soon as Jungwon gets the chance he’s going to smack him across the face. All thoughts fly out of the window when the finger teases him again.
He clears his throat. “Go f-find someone on the dance floor instead of pestering me.”
Jay opens his mouth, probably to spew complete and utter nonsense, but Heeseung clears his throat before he can get a word out. Jungwon looks around with warm cheeks until he meets the alpha’s gaze, and he cowers, posture slouching.
“Anyway…” Heeseung tries to change the topic. “I think–”
“Jay.” Sunoo butts in, and the person in question faces him, acting like nothing just happened, or is happening.
“Hm? What’s up?”
“What did you say your type was again?”
“Oh, uh– I didn’t… but I could tell you.” A smirk creeps onto his face. Jungwon hates his guts. “I like pretty boys. Pretty omegas. I like the ones that are kind of bratty too, you know? Someone who’s a little feisty, until I get them under me and all they can do is whimper and whine.”
He seems so nonchalant, talking like he isn’t rubbing his fingers over Jungwon’s hole right now.
Meanwhile, Jungwon is suffering.
His face is hot and he can’t help the wave of slick that gushes out of him, wetting Jay’s hand, who seems to take it as a cue because two fingers make their return. They push in with little resistance. Jungwon makes a small noise, hand gripping the closest napkin.
Everyone looks at him.
“Are you okay?” Jake asks worriedly.
Jungwon nods, and squeezes tightly around Jay’s fingers. He can’t believe this is happening right now. “Y-Yeah. I just feel a bit– ah– a bit hot.”
“Need some fresh air?” Heeseung offers, signaling towards the exit. “I could use a smoke.”
“No! No. I’m good. I’m good.” Jungwon denies, biting his lip when Jay starts moving his fingers, thrusting them in and out at a slow pace. Jungwon is so going to punch him when he can.
“You sure?” The target in mind adds fuel to the fire, yet more slick coats his digits, and he smirks. Jungwon is so embarrassed he could explode. “You look a bit… flushed.”
“I said, I’m sure.” Jungwon bites back and turns away from him. He faces forward but can’t bring himself to look anyone in the eye. This is so wrong.
“Right… Okay. Well then, as I was saying–” Jay keeps going on about his type, which sounds oddly similar to Jungwon—only in a more misconstrued way. He absolutely does not go weak in the knees for some stupid alpha giving him neck kisses, much less for Jay.
What really annoys him though, is the way the idiot is acting like nothing at all is going on. He’s calm and collected to the point Jungwon nearly convinces himself he’s imagining all of this, but the way his cock throbs in his pants at a prod against his prostate reminds him that oh no, this is very much real!
“...so basically someone who acts like a nuisance but is a little princess in bed.” Jay concludes, and decides that’s a perfect time to wiggle in a third finger. Jungwon gasps, clutching onto the napkin for dear life. Worried noises erupt around the table.
“Seriously, Jungwon, are you okay?”
“Yeah, cause– um–” Heeseung gulps heavily. “You’re… You’re starting to smell quite… strongly.”
Jungwon sees it then, him trying to hold back, as well as Sunghoon’s throat bobbing when they make eye contact. The two other alphas at the table have started to smell him. That’s not good. Jungwon looks at Sunoo, the only other omega out of them, and he looks worried.
“Is your heat coming early?”
“I– I– No.” Jungwon shakes his head. He can’t focus on anything other than how full he feels. “I don’t think so. I just–”
Jay forcefully pushes against his prostate and he whimpers, has to rest his head against his arm on the table as more slick gushes out of him. His cock twitches pathetically in his pants. God, why is everything so hot? It’s like he’s burning up.
“Seriously… Jungwon.” Sunghoon gulps. “You– You smell so good. Like strawberries and honey and– fuck…”
At that, the fingers stop. He feels them pull out then Jay is wiping them on the back of his pants. Jungwon gathers enough energy to lift his head and face the others.
“I’m fine. I’m fine.” He says, heart beating rapidly in his chest. He whines and looks at Jay when more slick leaks out of his now empty hole. Oh, fuck it. He gulps and begs with his teary eyes. “Jay. Help me to the bathroom?”
“Jungwon.” Sunoo speaks up. He leans forward on the table and gives him a pointed stare. “Are you sure you want an alpha to take you to the bathroom? Smelling like that?”
“I–” Jungwon gulps. “He’s the last person I would ever do something with, and you know it. P-Please. Just–”
“I’ll take you.” Jay nods and stands up, still so unaffected by the whole situation. Jungwon whines and reaches for his hand, then he’s being pulled out of the booth. Some alpha whistles from the dance floor and starts coming closer, but Jay growls and tugs Jungwon into his side, making him back off.
He turns to the table. “We’ll be right back. Don’t worry.”
Jungwon takes a look at their worried faces before walking away, tucked under Jay’s arm. He briefly sees Heeseung and Sunghoon inhale sharply, and something fiery in Sunoo’s gaze before turning away.
He just thanks himself for choosing to wear black denim instead of blue. Otherwise he would have been walking around with wet patches both front and back.
They enter the bathroom and Jay practically kicks open every stall to make sure they’re empty. Then, he pushes Jungwon into the one furthest away. Crowded against the stall’s wall, Jay eyes him up, apparently not as composed as he thought.
“Why are you so wet today, hm?” Jay asks. Jungwon shakes his head, his cheeks blooming roses.
“I don’t– I don’t know. It’s been… a while.” He shyly bites his lip. Admittedly, the last time he had sex was with Jay. It was about a month ago at some other lame nightclub. Then there was the whole incident at the library, but they didn’t actually get very far that time.
Other than that, they’ve all been so busy with studies and work to go out. Besides… Jungwon hasn’t really been interested in pursuing someone else outside of this thing they’ve got going on… but that’s information he would never give up to Jay.
“Yeah? Was I your last, hm?” Jay asks as if he has the ability to read minds, then smirks when Jungwon’s rosy cheeks become sanguine. His chuckle sets sparks ablaze in Jungwon's core. “Couldn’t get my cock out of your mind, huh?”
Jungwon blushes furiously, the dirty talk making his legs feel strangely weak. He clings onto Jay and puts his head against his chest. “F-fuck, Jay. I ca– I can’t take it.”
“No? Need me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Fuck me. Just put it in me right now. I don’t care–” He blabbers, reaching for the zipper on Jay’s pants.
“I’ve never seen you so desperate.” Jay laughs, stopping his eager hands. He traces a finger on his jaw and lifts his head, making him cry out impatiently. His cock is pushing so hard against the front of his pants it’s about to rip the seams, and he’s leaking so much he’s sure these underwear are ruined for life. He ruts forward, needing any part of Jay he can get.
“Please, Jay. You know I don’t– I don’t beg.”
“I know, but you know that I love driving you crazy.” Jay says and cups his ass over his pants, kneading his plump cheeks between warm palms. “Oh my… Look how wet you are even through these.”
He runs his hands over the wet spot forming in the back, and Jungwon whines painfully, feeling more of the liquid ooze out of him.
“God, you really want it, don’t you?” Jay marvels, lust washing over him. Jungwon nods, his eyes glossy and close to tears. He’s so desperate he could cry.
“Fuck.” Jay curses and starts unzipping Jungwon’s pants. He brushes over his cock and he whines at the smallest touch. He pulls them down to his thighs and gulps as he sees what he’s wearing underneath. “Fuck.”
Jungwon thought he’d try something new, but he didn’t take into consideration that panties have less material than briefs. Thus, didn’t realize that they’d be soaked through before he could even show them off.
Jay runs his hand along the seam of the light purple lace and gulps, then beckons Jungwon to turn around—which he has more of a hand in, spinning the boy around so he has to brace himself against the stall.
“God fucking damn, Jungwon… You’re going to be the death of me.” Jay says hungrily, kneading his cheeks with firm hands before slapping alternatively. Jungwon squirms and moves back against him, body practically shaking from the abundance of desire.
Before he knows it, his panties are being pulled down, then Jay is kneeling behind him. He spreads his cheeks apart and doesn’t hesitate to put his tongue on him. He moans, sending vibrations into Jungwon that has his legs trembling and a broken sound escaping his lips.
Jay smacks his ass while eating him out, licking up every taste of strawberry and honey he can get. Jungwon leaks more and more, and he’s so turned on he can’t fathom how his body is producing this much slick or how his cock is leaking so much precum. It’s humiliating, but he can worry about that later because right now he’s driven by the need to have Jay deeper, closer, harder.
“J-Jay– Jay– Please.” He begs, can barely put a coherent sentence together because it feels so fucking good; a tongue deep inside of him and harsh slaps landing on his ass.
Jay curses and stands up with one final smack. He grabs Jungwon’s chin and forces him to crane his neck as he smashes their lips together. Jungwon makes a noise into it, high and wonderful, getting a taste of his own cloying sweetness. They make out until their lips are glossy and plump, and pull away with a wet smack.
A light sheen of sweat shimmers on both of their faces, and they pant breathlessly. Jay gulps, eyes sweeping across Jungwon’s flushed face.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Jay says and has to kiss him again, eating up his breathy sounds as he inserts two fingers into his dripping heat. Jungwon moans and immediately clenches around them. He hasn’t been this turned on in ages, and it’s embarrassing that Jay out of all people can get him so hot and bothered.
But Jay… He’s just so good at sex.
It wasn’t a thrilling experience for Jungwon, finding out that his arch nemesis has the best dick he’s ever had in his life, but alas, it turned out that way. He would be a liar if he said he didn’t enjoy getting frisky with Jay like this every once in a while. There are no strings attached and frankly, the guy seems more eager than Jungwon to get in his pants most of the time, so he doesn’t have to do much work if he wants to get fucked on a night out.
It’s convenient... and he supposes it can be nice. Only sometimes.
The press against his prostate makes him whine. His hips shake and he desperately rides Jay’s fingers. He cries out when they start thrusting in fast, loud squelching noises echoing throughout the empty restroom. He has to rest his sweaty forehead against his hand on the stall, muttering profanities under his breath.
“You’re taking me so well, baby.” Jay whispers in his ear, carefully slipping in another finger. “So wet for me… Just for me.”
All Jungwon is capable of is whining, high in his throat. His head spins. He can’t take it anymore, needs to be filled with cock. Big, hard, heavy, and throbbing inside of him… He needs Jay’s cock.
“Please, Jay– I–” He begs, tears brimming his eyes. “Just put it in me. Now? Please, please, please. Fuck me. I can’t– can’t wait. Need you inside of me. Please–”
“How desperate of you.” Jay laughs, but pulls his fingers out and wipes them on Jungwon’s exposed skin, who’s heart jumps with excitement. “I never thought I’d hear you beg for my cock, you know? You’re usually so demanding, telling me to do this and that.”
“Jay… Please don’t– Please don’t do this right now.” Jungwon complains over his shoulder. He swallows the saliva in his mouth when he sees that Jay has pulled his pants down, cock standing hard and big. He whines and moves his hips in circles while enhancing the arch in his back, basically presenting himself.
Jay pulls a condom from his back pocket, rips the packet off with his teeth, then rolls it on himself. Jungwon half wants to snatch it off him and have him fuck him raw, but there’s still a tiny bit of reason left in him so he doesn’t speak. Then Jay leans forward and rubs it between his cheeks, head catching the rim.
Jungwon’s breath hitches.
Jay smirks.
“How bad do you want it?” He asks, continuously rubbing it over Jungwon’s hole, spreading the slick that drips out of him.
“Don’t tease.” He complains, rocking his hips back. Jay pulls away and tsks before smacking his cock down wetly against his waiting hole.
“Don’t be demanding.” He says, then grabs Jungwon’s cheeks and makes him look him in the eye, the smirk never slipping off his face. “Tell me how bad you want it, Jungwon. Let me know how much you truly like me.”
Jungwon makes a noise of complaint, face bitten with frustration. This loser… He looks so smug, so Jungwon huffs and fights back.
“Your dick is the only good thing about you.”
“Is that so?” Jay laughs. “Then, I’m sure there are plenty of other dicks that aren’t attached to people you hate. So why do you keep coming back to me?” He pushes the head against the rim. “Besides, you sure get jealous for someone who claims to despise me so much. I could see the envy all over your pretty little face tonight.”
He slowly moves inside and Jungwon keens, legs going wobbly while his body tingles. Fuck. He can’t deny that Jay fills him up so well. He’s got both the length and girth to make him dizzy.
“You like me.” Jay continues, drawing back slightly before thrusting back inside. The slide is tight, cock hugged like a vice by Jungwon’s walls, but it’s also so wet and so easy. More slick coats Jay’s cock, making it slippery. He laughs. “Look at that. So fucking wet for me.”
Skin slaps against skin, and the breath gets knocked out of Jungwon. He gasps and turns forward, looking at his hands braced on the wall. Jay catches him when his footing slips, grabbing his hips and straightening him up so he can thrust inside deeper. Jungwon moans, loud and clear, and tries hold on with numb arms.
“I don’t know why you keep acting like you hate me.” Jay states, a breathy quality to his voice. He keeps the same thrust pattern as he teases—slamming inside, staying still, pulling out—then doing the same thing again. Jungwon feels like he’s on fire, and it’s so hot he can barely think. “You clearly like me. Hated the thought of me dancing, flirting, or worse fucking someone else.”
Jungwon makes a possessive noise out of instinct, but regrets it as soon as it leaves his mouth. Jay sneers.
“Yeah, that’s right. You fucking like me, you want me all to yourself.” He provokes, causing the back of Jungwon’s neck to flare up. It’s the same redness that blankets his cheeks. “How do you think they’d all react if they knew you were secretly so desperate for it, huh? That you’re only putting on this little brat act, only to beg for me to fuck you when we’re alone?”
“You– Ah! You’re the one– that– that likes me.” Jungwon tries to argue, but Jay’s cock is dragging across his walls like some sort of massage gun. The deepest parts of him are being stimulated and little sparks activate anytime he rubs against his prostate. “I’m like– your ideal type– Ah!”
“The difference is–” Jay groans, thrusting in deep. His hands grip Jungwon’s hips hard. When he looks down, he sees the obscene way his hole stretches around the width of his cock. The slick glistens under the crappy public bathroom lighting, and it makes lewd noises on every slow stroke. “I don’t hide it. I’d fuck you on the table for all I care, fuck you on the dance floor, fuck you for the whole world to see.”
Jungwon whines, hole clenching around his cock.
“Yeah? You like that? Me showing you off?” Jay asks and keeps thrusting into him. He speeds his movements up. “I’d parade you around proudly. Let everybody know you belong to me and me only.”
He nuzzles against Jungwon’s neck, lips ghosting over his scent gland. His breath catches in his throat and he whines from sensitivity when Jay licks over it.
“O-Oh my god, Jay.” Jungwon moans. He shudders, and a dribble of precum splurts out of his cock. He whines as hickeys are sucked into his neck. “Fuck.”
“I want to fuck you all the time. Anytime I see you, I want to fucking rip you apart– to devour you. I want to fuck you in my bed, shower, kitchen counter, anywhere and everywhere. Whenever I want.” Jay admits, spilling his secrets against Jungwon’s sensitive neck. “I want you. Always… You have no idea.”
Jungwon whines.
“I don’t even care about all that. I’d be happy to have you in my arms when I’m at home, curled up on my lap while I read, you hugging me while I cook for us…” Jay keeps going, pressing kisses and small bites against his neck between words. “I want you in all the ways you’d hate. I want you to be mine.”
At the words, Jungwon bites his lip and squeezes his eyes tight together. The sparks in his core turn into small explosions. His cock throbs into thin air, and he shakes his head and cries out.
“J-Jay–” Is all he can muster. Jay must understand him somehow because he whispers praise into his neck and grabs his cock, jerking him up and down in tune with his thrusts.
“Yeah, come for me. My pretty boy, come for me.”
Jungwon comes so hard his legs shake, and he spills onto the wall dirtily while moaning. The thrusts speed up and Jay curses against him. Jungwon feels the base of his cock grow bigger, stretching him full. He gasps at the feeling.
“W-Wait, Jay! Are you–?”
“Fuck.” Jay cries brokenly and pushes as deep inside as he can, making Jungwon cry out from sensitivity and pain. That’s– That’s a knot. Without a doubt.
Jay just knotted him. In a fucking public restroom.
His chest heaves and he tries looking over his shoulder, meeting Jay’s blissed out yet guilty face. He gulps. Hard. “I’m so sorry. Fuck. I’m so sorry, Jungwon. I–”
“Oh my god.” Jungwon shakes his head in denial, hanging his head forward. He feels so full. He’s never felt so full before. “Ah!” He winces as he moves, and Jay grabs his hips and keeps him steady.
“Shit– Fuck– Stay still.”
The post-orgasm haze wears off fast, and suddenly, it feels like Jungwon hasn’t had anything to drink at all. He gulps and swears with his eyes at the culprit.
“How could you knot in me?” He asks. “You’re not– near your rut or anything, are you?”
“No. I’d have ravaged you to pieces if I were. Not sure you’d still be standing, actually.” Jay refutes, looking at Jungwon like he’s idiotic and that was an obvious answer. He shrugs. “It just happened.”
Jungwon faces the wall with a scoff, blush still high on his cheeks. “Okay, well, no need for the attitude.”
Silence.
“What– Have you… Have you never…?”
More silence.
“Oh shit. Jungwon, fuck– I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to, I swear. I usually have these things under control. Shit. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not the end of the world. It’s… whatever.”
“You only say ‘whatever’ when you’re flustered. You’re lying to me.” Jay claims. Who does he think he is? Sherlock Holmes?
“Just shut up, will you?” Jungwon hisses, grimacing when the knot tugs at his rim. “It’s not a big deal. Just… A warning would have been nice.”
“I’m sorry.”
“How… How long will it last?”
“Uh– and don’t kill me! But… around half an hour?”
“Half an hour?!” Jungwon exclaims, making a mistake by moving around too much. He makes a pained noise and Jay comes to his aid right away, grabbing him and asking if he’s okay. He blushes and shrugs him off. “I’m fine! I’m fine!”
“I– Shit– I really am sorry, Jungwon.”
“Can you stop saying that? It’s annoying. I fucking get it. You’re sorry.” Jungwon sighs, and leans against the wall tiredly. His legs feel numb and he wants to sit down, but he’s kind of… stuck. He experimentally clenches around the big bulge and Jay makes a noise, grabbing his waist.
“F-Fuck, Jungwon. Don’t– Don’t do that.”
“Why? Does it hurt?”
“No, I… It feels good.” Jay gulps.
“Oh. Okay…” Jungwon chews on his lip. “My bad.”
“Does it– Does it hurt for you?”
“It doesn’t not hurt. But it’s fine. Whatever.” He replies, then silence consumes them again. He starts restlessly squirming, needing to wake his legs up before they give out. Jay grabs him harder.
“Seriously, Jungwon.” He sounds like he's trying to contain his growl. His hands display force where they’re digging into Jungwon’s curves. “I’m going to get hard again if you keep doing that.”
He blushes. “Fine. I just– I can’t feel my legs.”
“That good, huh?” Jay makes a cocky remark, but before Jungwon can turn and glare, he apologizes. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry. Here–”
He maneuvers them towards the toilet through ‘ow’s and ‘be careful’s. Then a loud noise rings out through the room. Jungwon stills against the cold tile above the toilet, and Jay is holds onto his waist as they come to a stop. He accidentally pushes his hips closer, which draws a loud noise from Jungwon. He blushes as a hand slaps over his mouth.
“Jungwon?”
It’s Sunoo. Fuck. There are multiple footsteps though, definitely more than one pair. That’s when Sunghoon makes his voice known.
“Geez. It reeks in here– Is everything okay?”
“Fuck.” Jay whispers so only him and Jungwon can hear. “Just play along.” He clears his throat and speaks louder. “He– He’s alright! He’s just… Thrown up a lot!”
“Oh no…” Sunoo says, voice suddenly a lot closer. Like he’s right outside. He tugs on the door lightly, and Jay’s heart rate skyrockets. Jungwon’s eyes widen. “Are you in here?”
“Y-Yeah! But uh– I don’t think–” Jay laughs nervously. “I don’t think Jungwon wants anyone he actually likes to see him like this. It’s– uh– It’s not pretty.”
“What are you talking ab–” Sunghoon’s voice suddenly rings out from above, then Jay makes eye contact with him peeking over the stall adjacent to theirs. Their eyes both go round and Sunghoon blushes furiously before he turns away, facing Sunoo. “Okay! Yeah, no– That’s not– I should not have looked!”
“Well, don’t make him feel bad about it.” Sunoo scolds in a hushed voice. “Will you be okay, Jungwonie?”
Jungwon makes a noise bordering on pain and pleasure. Meanwhile, Jay is trying to shoo the peeping tom away. He mouths ‘Go away! Stop fucking looking!?’ to him. Jungwon must notice the hand waving air onto his back because he looks up, meeting Sunghoon’s eyes.
Oh fuck.
Jungwon shakes his head furiously, urging him to go away. Jay watches Sunghoon’s throat bob as he nods, then he jumps off the toilet seat.
“Okay, uh, let’s just leave.” He says to Sunoo. “Jay has… got it. Apparently.”
“I have got it.” Jay states angrily, making a mental note to tease Sunghoon about how he goes pliant at any omega’s command. “We’ll be back soon.”
“Okay… You sure you don’t need anything?” Sunoo asks and Jay feels like he’s slowly dying inside. Can they just leave?
“Go, please!” Jungwon begs then makes another sound as he moves back against Jay. Another wave of slick abruptly coats his cock. Is Jungwon… Is he turned on by this?
“Okay, okay! Sorry!” Sunoo apologizes then walks towards the exit, muttering something under his breath. “I was just trying to be helpful…”
“They don’t appreciate you enough.” Sunghoon feeds into it, probably opening the door for him right now.
“I know, right?” Sunoo agrees.
Then the door closes.
Jay and Jungwon both breathe out, then Jay looks at him quivering while trying not to move. His skin is all pink and blotchy, so Jay runs an experimental hand along his back, watching how he breaks out into chills and clenches around his cock.
“Ah! D-Don’t.”
Jay reaches around to rub over his nipples, and he loses it, tries to get his cock lodged as deep as possible, slowly getting it hard again.
“Fuck… You’re so horny today.” Jay points out, circling his nipples while slowly rocking back and forth. Jungwon moans, feeling so impossibly full, even though the knot has started to swell down a bit. Still, Jungwon clenches and releases more slick around it. “Are you sure you’re not in heat?”
“You would know if I were.” Jungwon repeats back at him. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him either. Come to think of it, everything is weird today: him leaking endlessly, and Jay knotting him. Maybe it’s something with the stars. He’ll look it up later. “I’d have pounced on you.”
“I mean, you basically did.”
“Jay, I swear–”
“You should call me next time.”
“What, so you can fuck me in your bed? Your shower? Your kitchen?” Jungwon bites back, but he feels Jay’s length throb inside of him. He hangs his head, legs going numb again. “Fuck. Jay, I– I really can’t stand anymore.”
“Okay, okay, fuck.” Jay says, and holds him closer so they’re flush chest to back. He shuffles around so he can take a seat on the toilet lid, pulling Jungwon as gently as he can with him. He cries out at the feeling, Jay’s cock reaching even deeper inside of him.
“Oh my god. Shit.” He breathes out. This is all ridiculous, but he can’t imagine himself being in this situation with anyone but Jay. As stupid as he is, he’s the only one Jungwon would not feel absolute and utter shame being stuck with like this.
“Are you okay?”
Instead of replying, Jungwon just laughs and leans fully against Jay, letting him carry the weight of his body. “Yeah… I’m okay.”
“Why are you giggling?”
“I’m literally stuck on your dick. In a public toilet. In a bar named ‘The Jolly Gay Vampire’. And Sunghoon that nosy little bitch saw us.” Jungwon says, finding the situation hilarious until he moves too much and Jay’s cock prods against his prostate. “Ah! Shit. He’s probably– probably telling everybody right now.”
“I will beat the shit out of him if he does.”
“I thought you wanted to parade me around. Tell the whole world I’m yours.” Jungwon pokes fun at him, and he only sighs, resting his head on his shoulder.
“Don’t use my sex talk against me.” He shakes his head, then lifts it.
“You just want me, is all. It’s funny.”
“Why? Because I can’t have you?”
“No… Just. I don’t know.” Jungwon shrugs, thinking it over. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to have Jay help him out with his heats… To spend nights with him in bed, to shower with him, to hug him while cooking or whatever he said. “It’s just funny.”
“Okay, weirdo.” Jay says, then they stay silent for a while until he squirms under Jungwon. His knot has gone down significantly, but it still feels sensitive. Jungwon groans.
“Don’t move like that.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one having to hold you up. Couldn’t your legs be a little bit longer so they, you know, reached the floor?”
“Oh, nice. Blame me. You’re the one who popped a knot in me. You take responsibility.”
“You say this as if we’re having a bab–” Jay’s eyes go round. “You’re not– You’re taking, like, birth control and stuff, right?”
“Wow. You ask me this after how many hookups?”
Jay growls. “Just answer the question.”
“Don’t think I will. Scare you a bit.”
“So you are.” He breathes out. “Thank god.”
“I’m not stupid.”
Silence.
“So…” Jay drawls suddenly. “Are you still up for another round?”
Jungwon laughs.
“Hey…” Jay defends and reaches around experimentally. Jungwon is still hard. So he tells him. “You’re still hard.”
“So are you.” Jungwon’s automatic response is to fight back, but he realizes it doesn’t really work in this situation. He gulps. “Well… Can you even come again or will you just pop another one?”
“You really never have done this before, have you?” Jay asks, fueling his embarrassment. “I won’t. I’ll just come as usual.” Jay shrugs and decides to have some fun too. “...I think.”
“You think or you know? Because if we’re going to be stuck here for another half hour, then you fucking stay still.”
“And if we’re not…?”
“Then… Fine.” Jungwon says, horribly masking the want in his voice. Jay chuckles, sending vibrations through his body. He runs his hands up and down his torso and presses a kiss to his neck.
“You know, it’s so funny how you want me.” Jay says, and slowly thrusts into his tight heat. “Try and hide all you want, Jungwon. I’ll always dig the truth out of you. And maybe an orgasm or two on the way.”
“Ugh.” Jungwon cringes, but holds onto Jay’s hands tightly on his torso as he moves at a mellow pace. The slide is tight and delicious, teasing his inner walls and pushing against his sensitive spots with no effort. “You’d be perfect if you weren’t so cocky.”
“I thought that was your favorite part of me.” Jay thrusts hard into him, making him gasp. “My little cock princess.”
“Ew.” Jungwon says with every fiber of disgust in his body, but he can’t help but moan as Jay’s cock pierces his insides. He tries to hold his sounds back, biting his lip. “See, this– this is what I mean.”
Jay starts moving faster, the swell of his cock nearly back to normal, making it easier for him to move.
“You– You’re so– Ah! Weird–” The words get punched out of Jungwon as Jay fucks him. He stifles his moans by biting his lip, and the heat returns to his cheeks. It’s so sensitive after already coming once, yet his body burns with his approaching orgasm. “You should– learn to– to shut up.”
Jay takes his nipples between his fingers and squeezes, making him inhale sharply. His hips stutter where they’re weighing Jay down, and his cock pierces even deeper.
“Oh! F-Fuck–”
“I should learn to shut up? Aren’t you the one being loud right now?” Jay teases, pinching his nipples with the pads of his fingers while attacking his prostate with his cock. Jungwon mewls, head heavy against Jay’s shoulder. It gives him free access to his neck, where he licks his most sensitive spot.
Jungwon dims his volume down by anchoring his lips with his teeth. Jay’s laugh mixes with the wetness gushing around his cock.
“Look at you, trying to hide how good I make you feel. You fucking love it. Every part of it. I know you do, my little cockslut.”
Jungwon lets his lip go, head surrounded by a cloud of steam. “In your– In your dreams.”
“Yeah. How did you know?” Jay laughs, starting to fuck the sense out of him. Fuck. His body is so heavy, Jay’s cock is practically the only thing holding him up. “I dream about bending you over all the time, of calling you my little cumslut until you squirt all over my cock.”
“Sh-Shut up. I’m not– I’m not like that.”
“No? Say that to your past self. You came within the first three minutes of our first time.” Jay says, perspiration starting to tear on his voice. His thrusts are becoming sloppy. “God. You couldn’t stop coming and moaning my name that time. It was so hot… The hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I hate you so much.” Jungwon half-cries. Jay just smirks into his neck and sucks on his skin, then wraps his around his delicate cock. “A-Ah!”
He tenses, hole sealed hotly around Jay’s length.
“Yeah, yeah, I hate you too.” Jay plays along, nuzzling into Jungwon’s neck, smelling strongly of strawberries and honey. He groans, softly pressing his teeth against his neck, then softly bites, kisses, and sucks. “Fuck, you feel so good. You smell so good.”
“Jay, I– I think I’m going to– to come.”
“Yeah? Well, go ahead. Come all over yourself, princess. Come on my cock.” Jay encourages him while targeting his prostate and working his hand rapidly up and down his shaft, sticky with precum. He wails and slumps completely against Jay’s body, his cock spurting white ropes all over himself. His body quivers. “Yeah… that’s it.”
Jay fucks him through it, until he starts thrusting into him at a fast pace while cursing under his breath, chasing his own release. He pushes in deep and goes still, followed by hot and gooey liquid flooding Jungwon’s insides. They both pant against each other until they freeze, realizing at the same time.
“Wait– Y-You came… inside of me.” Jungwon points out, contracting around Jay’s cock to feel it squelch. It makes Jay hiss and grab his hips.
“Yeah. Shit. I did. I’m sorry.”
“Was… Was the condom old or something? Or d-did it break from your knot?”
“I– Fuck. I don’t know.”
“It… It feels good.” Jungwon says instead of getting mad, swiveling his hips around the base. Jay holds him into place and groans.
“Stop.” He begs, but his cock twitches inside of Jungwon even when he stops moving. They breathe out for a minute, then Jay pats his hip lightly. “Can you stand?”
Jungwon scoffs. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Two orgasms later and you’re still a brat.” Jay sighs, tapping him on the thigh. “Go on then. Stand up.”
“Not if you tell me to.”
“Jungw–”
“Okay. Fine.” Jungwon braces himself against the walls on either side, then slowly finds his footing on the floor and rises. Jay’s cock slides out of him slowly, slapping down with a lewd noise. Immediately, Jungwon’s knees buckle, pain shooting up the expanse of his spine. He hisses and has to catch himself against the door in front of him.
“Oh, ‘don’t flatter yourself’.” Jay mocks, and Jungwon scowls over his shoulder. Jay just smirks and leans forward to smack his ass, then spreads him open. He’s about to protest when a glob of cum drips out, and Jay’s eyebrows raise as he takes in the view.
“Fuck.” They say in unison.
Jungwon tries to hold it in and keep it from running down his thighs, but his hole is stretched open from taking a big knot, and it runs down his tender skin. Jay curiously runs his fingers through the seeping liquid then inserts them.
“H-Hey! What are you doing?!” Jungwon panics.
“Saving a mental image for my spank bank. Obviously. Can I record this?”
“What? No?!”
“Okay, so let me savor the moment.”
“Just clean me up, you fucking weirdo…” Jungwon says, but gasps when Jay’s wet tongue laps up the filthy mixture of cum and slick from his hole. He groans, sending all sorts of tingling sensations into him. “J-Jay… Stop. It’s too much.”
Jay pulls away with a hungry, throaty noise, then smacks Jungwon’s ass and grabs it with rough hands. “You’re so fucking hot, it’s unreal.”
“We’ve… We’ve been gone too long. Just hurry up.”
Jay tsks, and grabs some toilet paper. “Princess can’t even clean himself up.” He mutters, but wipes them both clean anyway. Then he stands up and presses Jungwon against the door. “That better?”
“Dress me.”
Jay scoffs, but can’t hide the adoration from showing on his face. “What are you? A barbie doll?”
“Yes.” Jungwon answers, and before Jay can pull his pants and underwear back up for him, he stops him. “Wait!”
“What?” Jay raises a brow.
“Give me your underwear.”
He raises both, making Jungwon blush.
“Don’t have weird thoughts! Just–” He looks down at his soiled panties and grimaces. They look wet and cold. Jay looks down as well. “I can’t wear these again.”
“So your solution is me going commando?”
“Yeah?” They look at each other. Jungwon’s slides his arms around Jay’s neck and shrugs, batting his eyelashes. “What kind of servant doesn’t do anything for their princess?”
“Oh, I’m your servant now?”
“You always have been.” Jungwon smacks his cheek with a malicious grin. “Now get on with it.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re slow.”
To refute that, Jay yanks his shoes off then drags his pants down so fast he almost trips over himself. He has to brace himself on Jay’s shoulders.
“Hey! Watch it!” He yelps, then his panties are being shoved in his face. He makes a disgusted face and grabs the material. They’re cold and wet like he expected. Jay just smirks and shrugs his own pants off. Jungwon hates how he looks so attractive doing it, making him swallow the insults waiting on his tongue. Jay takes his briefs off and hands them over, then pulls his pants back up.
“Do I have to put them on you too, your highness?” He asks while carefully tucking himself away.
“How about this? If you wear my panties, I’ll dress myself.” Jungwon smiles and hands them over on his palm. Jay scoffs but takes them anyway, sliding them into his back pocket.
“No thanks. I will keep them though.”
“Ew.” Jungwon pulls a face. “For what?”
“Spank bank? Thought that was obvious.”
“Ew.” Jungwon says again and Jay just looks at him, hands on his hips. He sighs impatiently.
“Are you seriously not going to dress yourself?”
Jungwon just smiles sheepishly, putting his dimples on display as he shakes his head. He hands Jay’s briefs back and flutters his eyelashes just to be annoying. “No, master. Dress me up like your little doll.”
Jay goes red. Jungwon laughs as he obeys and puts the briefs and jeans on for him. He smacks his ass with both hands once he’s done, cheeks sporting a deep crimson.
“That good enough, Barbie?”
“For now, Kenny.”
“So now what? We go back to acting like we hate each other?” Jay asks, and Jungwon’s sheepish smile makes a return. He nods, maybe a bit too gleefully.
“We do hate each other.”
“Not when we’re fu–”
“Even then.” He pats Jay on the cheek, only for him to press his lips tightly together and nod. His hands slip away too and he looks stupidly wounded. Jungwon sighs and grabs his face gently, pulling him in for a kiss. Jay’s hands return to his lower back and he returns the kiss, deep and long, until they pull away breathless.
“Let’s go.” Jungwon says. Jay nods and lets himself be led away by Jungwon’s hand, following him like a lost puppy. They make it to the door, then Jungwon limps from getting fucked too hard, and has to cling onto Jay.
They return to the table, receiving worried looks from everyone except Sunghoon, who’s actively choosing to ignore both of them.
“You okay, Wonie?” Jake asks.
“I’m okay. I just… I think I’m going to head home.”
“I’ll take you–” Sunoo starts packing his things into his bag, but before Jungwon can protest, Jay speaks up.
“No! It’s okay! I can take him.” He swallows. “You stay and have fun.”
“Oh… Okay.”
“I thought you wanted to get laid tonight.” Sunghoon suddenly speaks up, raising his brows behind his drink, yet he’s not brave enough to look either of them in the eye.
“Uh…” Jay racks his brain for words. He chuckles and grabs his leather jacket. “After seeing that much vomit, I’m not really in the mood anymore.” He gulps like he has a clump of honey in his throat, and puts his jacket over Jungwon’s shoulders. “The floor is all yours tonight!”
Jay leads him away in a totally non-suspicious manner. Jungwon masks his limp by acting sick, and Jay holds onto him like he’s concerned (which he only partly is from giving him the dicking of a lifetime).
Heeseung furrows his brows.
“Are those… panties in Jay’s back pocket?”