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iii.
“Good girl,” Sunoo hums, resting his hands on his omega’s hips as he rides him, desk chair creaking dangerously. Jake groans, his shirt held between his teeth to bare his chest, a patch of drool wetting the material.
His tits are puffy and bitten red from Sunoo’s mouth. His nipples are stiff little peaks and Sunoo has the urge to tug them until Jake screams. Jake had let Sunoo fuck his tits for his birthday last year and Sunoo had left his nipples so sore after that wonderful gift that Jake had needed to wear band-aids over them for three days afterwards.
“Look at you, my beautiful girl,” Sunoo praises, rubbing his thumbs along the sides of his toned abdomen.
Jake whines and reaches down to move one of Sunoo’s hands between his thighs, pressing his fingers to his clit. “You need me to make you come?” Sunoo asks, glancing up at him. Jake nods, still bouncing desperately.
Sunoo rubs his clit with two fingers and tugs at his nipple with the other hand, putting his teeth on the swollen peak and flicking the sore nipple with his tongue until a few tears fall down his omega’s cheeks. He slides his fingers down until he can trace the edge of Jake’s stuffed hole, testing the tip of his middle finger alongside his cock.
Jake stutters to a halt, eyes widening, but Sunoo just smiles brightly at him and works his finger inside, curling it up to find that spot. Jake jerks, groaning low in his throat with both hands clutching Sunoo’s shoulders. He jerks again, a frantic noise ripping from his throat, when Sunoo withdraws his finger just enough to add a second one. Sunoo pushes both in past the resistance of his walls and he drops his forehead to Sunoo’s shoulder with a mewl.
His entire body shakes when he comes. Sunoo has to hold him down on his cock to keep him from slipping off his lap, stroking over his spot until Jake lets the shirt fall from his mouth and begs him to stop.
He nuzzles into Jake’s ear, kissing the space behind it, while Jake twitches through the aftershocks, his sweet cunt pulsing around his cock. After the shocks fade, Jake wordlessly climbs off his lap and kneels between Sunoo’s legs. He gives Sunoo a glance, big teary eyes shining under the fan of his eyelashes. It’s enough to leave Sunoo feeling like a criminal at his constant, irredeemable urge to ruin him.
His breath catches when Jake takes his cock between his plush lips, forming a perfect seal of suction around it. He moans, using both hands to push Jake’s blonde hair out of his face before transferring the control to one hand. Sunoo leans back in the chair and grips the back of Jake’s head, controlling his pace. He shoves him down until Jake’s nose is a few inches from meeting his groin, indulging in the way Jake gags around his cock and soaks it in thick drool. The entrance of his throat flutters around the tip of Sunoo’s cock and his eyes peer up at him, tears brimming, practically begging for Sunoo to make him cry.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Sunoo mutters in consternation, under his breath and mostly to himself.
When Jake has his breathing under control, Sunoo pushes him down the rest of the way, sliding into his throat. Jake squirms and his eyes widen in instinctive panic as an airway is cut off. His hands shift restlessly on Sunoo’s thighs but he doesn’t try to push him away, just takes it with a few pitiful, stifled moans.
His throat constricts around Sunoo’s cock in waves, swallowing helplessly over and over again around his length. Sunoo lets his head drop back against the headrest as Jake milks him to an orgasm. He comes down Jake’s throat, letting his head go when he begins to choke. Jake pulls back and splutters, Sunoo’s cum painting his face instead. He licks his lips instinctively and only offers a faint grimace at the taste.
Sunoo grabs his chin and works his hand up and down his cock, spreading the last streak of cum along his cheek. Jake looks at him innocently all the while, cum splattered on his face, lips red and puffy. Whatever mascara he hadn’t managed to remove when he was doing a cursory wash of his face, before Sunoo seduced him away, is smudged underneath his eyes.
Jake reaches up to thumb away the streak of cum on his cheekbone that is quickly dribbling down and then, after glancing at Sunoo, pops the finger in his mouth and sucks it off. Sunoo gets the bit that’s on his chin and feeds it to him. Jake swallows obediently, nose scrunching slightly, eyes glazed over.
“Can you stand?”
Jake considers this and nods after a moment with a raspy, “Yeah,” holding his hands out to him. Sunoo grabs his upper arms, biceps flexing as he essentially lifts Jake to his feet, holding him steady as he finds his balance. His legs must be sore from kneeling on the hard floor.
One hand on Jake’s waist, Sunoo bends down to snatch his discarded boxers and crouch at his feet. Jake braces himself on his shoulders as Sunoo holds the boxers out for him to step into. He kisses the side of his knee once they’re situated while Jake wipes his face clean of cum with the bottom of his shirt, soaked with drool as it is.
Sunoo rises to his feet and tucks himself into his shorts, taking Jake by the hand and pulling him along even with his shirt covering his vision. Jake stumbles after him, dropping the hem. Sunoo hurries them into the bathroom with their towels before someone catches them looking incriminatingly roughed up.
Jake is all loose-limbed and pliant, his scent thick and rich with satisfaction. Normally he would be starting something right now, talking some nonsense to get Sunoo to argue back or playfully teasing him because he likes how Sunoo’s scent sharpens when they’re bickering. But when he’s all fucked out like this, Jake is a doll.
Sunoo nudges him into the shower, putting himself directly under the spray because he prefers hotter showers. Jake snakes his arms around his waist and noses at the back of his neck, before rubbing his cheek against the spot. Sunoo reaches back to return the touch and his hand lands on Jake’s ass. He squeezes, nails grazing the flesh, and Jake yelps in his throat, rocking up onto his toes.
Sunoo had pinned him down and spanked his ass cherry red before fucking him because Jake likes the sting. He’ll only feel the ache for another day or so because he turns red easily and Sunoo doesn’t have the patience to continue for long because Jake is usually squirming and begging to be fucked by the tenth strike.
Sunoo gives one last squeeze and turns around, setting the body wash he was about to open back in its place. He looks at Jake’s flushed face, his obscenely thick lips, the glimmer of tears in his eyes.
He drags a knuckle below his waterline, wiping away a clump of black mascara. Jake’s mouth drops open. Sunoo laughs and grabs the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss even though that’s not what Jake is looking for. He takes two steps forward and Jake takes two steps back to mirror him, colliding softly with the shower wall.
Sunoo braces his palm by Jake’s head and sinks his other hand between them, fingers finding Jake’s swollen folds. He parts them with his index and ring finger, dragging his middle finger over his clit. Jake cants his hips away with a sharp gasp, hands gripping at Sunoo’s back.
“No, don’t. Just—” Jake releases him and turns around in the circle of his arms.
Sunoo presses up against his ass, dick sliding between his thighs. Jake moans, close-mouthed, and shuffles his legs apart wider, back arching beautifully. Sunoo never would have thought when he met Jake back then before I-Land—with his striking handsomeness, the snapbacks, sports, and athletic build, in all his rugged boyishness—that he was someone made to be fucked. But, god, is he.
And Sunoo definitely never would have expected an omega like Jake to be interested in an alpha like him. Shows what he knows.
Sunoo grabs the base of his dick, half-hard and stiffening at a painful speed. Faced with Jake’s neediness, his refractory period is nonexistent. He rubs the tip of his cock against the gentle give of Jake’s pussy, feeling how it tries to suck him in. He caves into the soft grip of his walls, the luxurious heat that radiates up his spine. Jake is small down there—can’t even take Sunoo all the way when he’s in that period between heats—so he’s always criminally tight.
Sunoo grips the edge of the chest-height shower niche for leverage and covers Jake’s left hand flattened on the wall with his own, their fingers interlinking. It’s less stable than he would like, but Jake loves that kind of stuff. Being covered by him in every way.
He draws his hips back and snaps them forward with a bit more force this time. Jake groans, shoved up the wall. Somehow he deepens the arch of his back, blindly fumbling to rest his forearm on the ledge of the shower niche, toppling a couple of bottles. They clatter to the ground, but neither of them pay it any attention.
Sunoo breathes heavily through his mouth, his head dropped onto the strong line of Jake’s shoulder. He turns and scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin of his neck, Jake flinching because he’s ticklish and baring his neck because he’s good for Sunoo like that.
“Baby,” Sunoo whines, dragging his hand away from the tiled ledge to cup Jake’s abdomen, over the small swell of fat no amount of exercise ever seems to slim away. He loves it, how it fits snugly against the curve of his palm. He catches Jake’s earlobe between his teeth and bites gently, “Baby girl, I can’t get enough of your pussy.”
Jake comes with a loud, strangled, “Fuck,” that pitches off into a high, clear moan. He soaks Sunoo with his release, thin rivulets of it spiraling down the backs of their thighs and washing off in the shower spray. Sunoo tilts Jake’s head towards himself so he can watch his face as he comes. His eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are squeezed shut like he’s in pain. His mouth is open in a cute little ‘o’ as he moans breathily because Sunoo is still fucking him.
Jake flutters his eyelids open, head tipped back against Sunoo’s shoulder and plastered to his front which is the only reason he’s still standing. Sunoo huffs, straining to hold him upright. He leans all the way forward, sandwiching Jake between the wall and his body. It doesn’t take much longer for him to come, not when Jake is whimpering, thighs shaking badly from the overstimulation.
He pulls out, letting his cum coat Jake’s backside. Jake has his cheek pressed to the cool tiles, panting. His ass is an irritated shade of red and his lips look like an animal mauled them, courtesy of Sunoo and Jake’s own habit of worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.
Before Sunoo can say something, most probably provocative given how unreasonably horny he still is, angry knocking reverberates through the bathroom. They whip their heads around to the door.
“If you’re going to fuck, get out of the damn bathroom! You’re wasting the fucking hot water!” Sunghoon barks through the door, clearly annoyed since he’s cursing. He bangs his fist against the door a few more times to punctuate his statement.
Sunoo exchanges a silent glance with Jake, both of them staring at each other sheepishly until Jake breaks, snorting and crumpling into Sunoo in laughter.
ii.
Sunoo drags the loose leg of Jake’s sleep shorts up until one side of his ass is exposed. Jake lets out a meep of surprise, reaching back to swat at his wandering touch. Sunoo relents for all of two seconds, before his hand returns, firmly groping his ass.
Jake stares wide-eyed at the kitchen wall above the stove, curling his fingers around the edge of the counter. He’s in front of the stove because he’s making Sunoo pajeon for breakfast after being conned into promising to cook for him last night when Sunoo had his head between his legs. It was definitely cheating but it’s whatever. Jake got two orgasms out of it, he can’t complain aside from the fact that Sunoo woke him up at ass-o’clock in the morning.
“What are you doing?” Jake asks, voice faltering pathetically when Sunoo kneads his ass with bruising force.
“Appreciating the view,” Sunoo answers absently. He drags the other side of Jake’s shorts up as well. He’s wearing the bikini-style underwear he usually has on under shorter shorts which means there is very little coverage in the back.
Sunoo grabs two handfuls of his bare ass and Jake shudders, blunt nails digging into the underside of the counter. He can feel the heat of Sunoo’s presence looming at his back. When he rocks into Jake, he lets out a startled moan at the bulge that digs into his crack. Sunoo is not usually like this unless he’s nearing his rut. Then all the posturing and typical one-track minded alpha behavior creeped out of the woodwork.
With his left hand he reaches back and grips Sunoo’s wrist, and with his right hand he flips the pajeon over to check that it’s golden enough on both sides before sliding it onto the plate set aside. He only managed to make one so far before Sunoo started with whatever this is.
Sunoo cuts the stove while he’s doing that and Jake sucks in a breath, tense in anticipation. Both hands travel to the front of his body, slipping underneath the legs of his shorts again but aiming for something else this time.
Jake goes a little weak-kneed when Sunoo presses a finger between his folds, over his underwear, and moves it side to side, almost in small circles. The bump of his second knuckle is right over his clit and with the friction of the cotton underwear, it’s just right.
But Sunoo is impatient, always is when he’s touching Jake’s body, and he slips his fingers under the panties to drag through the wetness that is starting to drip out of Jake. He pulls his hands out and squeezes Jake’s cheeks until his mouth pops open, stuffing the slick-covered fingers inside.
Jake sucks them clean, salty, a little sweet, mostly just a taste he can only describe as slick. Sunoo shuffles them over so he’s not in front of a still-hot stove, spinning Jake around with a hand on his waist. Sunoo is wearing a loose black shirt that hangs attractively off his broad shoulders and shows off his pale forearms, and gray sweatpants that Jake has half a mind to burn because every time he wears them, Jake can only think about how badly he wants Sunoo’s cock down his throat. Or up his cunt. He’s not picky.
Jake shoves at the waistband of his shorts, watching Sunoo undo the drawstrings of his sweatpants to get his cock out. He glances over Sunoo’s shoulder as his shorts and underwear fall to his ankles, but promptly forgets to care about someone walking in on them when Sunoo grabs the underside of a leg and lifts it up, out of the way. His shorts are kicked aside but his underwear still hangs around the foot planted on the ground. He feels a little easy and desperate with Sunoo still otherwise clothed, only his sweats lowered to free his dick.
Sunoo steps closer, his cock smacking against Jake’s cunt. He guides it with a few fingers, rubbing it over his hole and laughing through his nose at the way Jake eagerly clenches before dragging it up, teasing the tip over his clit. Jake whines, the leg in the air trembling, the counter digging into his back.
Sunoo has him replace the hand he has on his leg with his own and Jake closes his eyes with a whimpering sound, embarrassed at being splayed out this open in the kitchen where anyone could walk in and see him while Sunoo takes his sweet time.
He grabs the counter for balance and whines, “Put it in, Alpha. Need it.”
Mercifully, Sunoo does. He goes from guiding himself in, to clutching Jake’s waist, his free hand braced on the overhead cabinet.
“So good, you feel so fucking good, Sunoo-yah,” Jake murmurs breathlessly, peering between them to watch his pussy take his cock. He has to lock his arm at the elbow to keep Sunoo from fucking him into the counter, his head grazing the cabinet when he lets it drop back, overwhelmed.
“My perfect girl,” Sunoo says, voice tight with exertion, “and her perfect cunt.”
Jake mewls, hands scrambling on the countertop. Sunoo is fucking his pussy into a sopping mess, turning it into a soft, swollen sleeve for his cock. His back is going to be bruised from the laminate.
Sunoo nips at the jut of his collarbone, hooking the leg Jake let go of tight around his waist. For all that Jake is the puppy of Enhypen, Sunoo is the biter between them.
Jake fumbles to touch himself, the crown of his head slamming painfully into the overhead cabinet this time. Sunoo slows just enough to cup the spot, kissing the corner of his mouth since it’s too busy crying out in pleasure.
“Oh god, what the—Are you guys fucking serious?!”
Jake lifts his heavy head to squint over Sunoo’s shoulder, trying to school his expression into something less obscene. He barely makes out Jay storming away from the kitchen entrance before Sunoo is grabbing his chin, directing his gaze back to him. “Don’t look at other alphas when I’m inside of you, princess.”
Jake’s stomach swoops at the pet name.
It had started suddenly one day, the… the feminization. The baby girl, princess, my pretty girl. Sunoo had been behind him, fucking him on a bed for once, and he’d crowded over Jake’s back and murmured into his ear in his silky voice, half an octave deeper than usual from arousal, “Good girl. You look so pretty when you take my cock.”
Jake had almost come on the spot. He had been too scared to ask Sunoo where this sudden interest? kink? had come from but Sunoo hasn’t let up on it since.
“Baby girl, what do you say when your alpha’s giving you what you want?”
“Thank you,” Jake whispers, a few tears beading along his waterline and clumping up his eyelashes, “Thank you, Alpha, love when you fuck me.”
Sunoo has his lips pressed to his chin and he grins against it, laughing breathlessly. He kisses along Jake’s jawline, trailing his tongue up until it finds itself in Jake’s mouth. He tries his best to meet Sunoo’s passion but he’s a little light-headed, sweat dripping down his temples.
Sunoo breaks away, spit snapping between them, resting their foreheads together. Jake can’t stop moaning, fisting a hand in Sunoo’s hair and tugging. Sunoo is reaching so fucking deep, a heavy weight inside of him. Jake’s eyes roll back, moans splintering into airy staccato.
Something winds tighter, heat simmering in his blood and spread through every inch of his body. He gasps for air, pressing up onto his toes to lessen the mind-numbing angle of Sunoo’s thrusts but Sunoo manhandles him back into position with a harsh click of his tongue.
“Stay still. You’re the one who asked for this, babe.”
Only because Sunoo was teasing him, taking forever to put it in, but fine. Jake lets it go. He stays still, taking everything Sunoo gives him.
“Good girl,” Sunoo coos, fingers finding his clit. Jake seizes up with a sob, two tears hitting Sunoo’s shirt as he comes, his walls fluttering helplessly around his cock. He doesn’t make much of a mess this time, only staining the front of Sunoo’s gray sweats.
Sunoo hisses under his breath, adding more bruises to Jake’s waist as he shoves him hard against the edge of the counter, pinning him there as he fucks up into his oversensitive body. Jake writhes in place with a high-pitched shout, nails digging into his clothed shoulder blades. He can feel the blood throbbing in his pussy, tender now that he’s come, but Sunoo is thrusting into him recklessly.
“Just… Just a little more,” Sunoo moans, planting his palms either side of Jake, “Ah, babe, so good, so—”
Jake arches into him with a silent cry, nearly shoved off his feet completely when Sunoo slams into him one last time. He wraps his arms around Sunoo’s waist, sighing softly at the feeling of him coming inside. Sunoo clutches at him tightly, hands on his ass.
Jake seeks out his mouth, searching for a kiss. He gets it, languid but thorough, Sunoo tracing along the crown of his teeth and licking at the top of his mouth. Spit drips down Jake’s chin, more pooling under his tongue.
“Jay’s going to kill us,” Jake mumbles, sticking his tongue out to try and clean up the mess around his mouth. It doesn’t work and he wipes his chin with the back of his hand, then rubs it on Sunoo’s shirt.
“Jay hyung will cave if we pout hard enough, it’s Jungwonie we have to worry about,” Sunoo says, puffing his cheeks out at the thought of Jungwon’s lecture.
“It’s Jungwonie you have to worry about,” Jake corrects with a cocky smirk, Sunoo twitching inside of him at the sight of it.
Not that Jungwon is capable of being very upset with Sunoo either, but definitely more than with Jake.
“You only have a pass because he finds you cute but in a fuckable way,” Sunoo says bluntly.
Jake shrugs. Being an omega has to have some benefits.
“Are you gonna pull out now?”
Sunoo leans him back and pushes his leg out to the side again, carefully drawing out. He holds him open for a moment, watching his cum dribble out of his hole and slide in globs down the inside of his thigh. Jake watches his eyes darken and his lips purse.
He finally bends down when it reaches Jake’s knee and has him step fully out of his underwear, using it to wipe away the trail of cum.
“What the actual hell, hyungs?”
Jake snaps his gaze up to look at the entrance. Jungwon is gawking at them, rapidly turning a vivid shade of red. Sunoo is on his feet in an instant, panties discarded on the floor, crowding him to cover his body from view with his own. Jake smiles at him sweetly, pecking the space between his eyebrows in thanks.
Jay appears at Jungwon’s side. “I told you. You didn’t listen to me.”
“I thought you were exaggerating!” Jungwon splutters, sparing him a scandalized glance, “I thought they were making out or something, not actually, like, doing it.”
Doing it. Jesus Christ. ‘Is Jungwon a virgin?’ Jake mouths privately to Sunoo. Sunoo thinks about it for a second, before nodding and mouthing back, ‘Basically.’
Makes sense.
“Do you guys want to join or something?” Jake asks, peering around Sunoo and startling the other two, “Or are you gonna keep standing there?”
Jungwon stares long and hard into his eyes. He looks a little dead on the inside. Jake watches him take a deep, deep breath, his own lungs aching in sympathy, before blowing it out audibly through his mouth.
“We,” Jungwon says decisively, if a little tiredly, “are going to have a very long conversation about this later.”
Understandable. “Noted,” Jake says and Sunoo hums in acknowledgement. Being the leader is a thankless job. Jungwon leaves first, followed closely by Jay after he shakes his head at them.
“Your pajeon is cold now,” Jake pouts, reaching out to nudge the plate, suddenly remembering the whole reason they were in the kitchen in the first place.
“It’s okay, I’ll still eat it. Can you make the rest after we shower?”
Jake tugs his shorts on, nose wrinkling subconsciously at the cum he can feel still dripping out. “You promise not to fuck around?”
“Scout’s honor.” Sunoo even does a salute.
“You were not a scout. You didn’t even know that was a thing until I told you.”
“I promise, hyung,” Sunoo smiles at him reassuringly, eyes wrinkled into pretty little crescents. His face is shining with sweat and his scent is thoroughly pleased. Jake melts and steals a quick kiss.
“Okay,” he whispers, “I’ll make them.”
“You know, hyung. You’d make a good housewife.”
Jake punches him in the arm.
i.
“What is it? Where are we going?”
Sunoo shoves him through an open door and pulls it closed after himself.
“This is a… storage closet,” Jake observes, spinning around slowly to take it in. There are those big metal racks with square poles lining the wall, bins filling each shelf. Jake can confidently say he has never been inside of a Music Bank storage closet before, so at least he’s gaining new experiences even if he’s slightly uncertain of Sunoo’s intentions.
But only slightly because there are very few reasons why Sunoo would want to get him alone in a storage closet and he doesn’t think murder is the correct one.
“Do you have a condom on you?” Jake asks, turning back to Sunoo and his alarmingly predatory gaze, “Because I’m not walking around with your cum in me. Or on me.”
“I’m not going to fuck you,” Sunoo says, peeling off his white blazer and dropping it on top of a stack of boxes. The sleeveless black top underneath has Jake feeling a little insane from the way it fits his torso and shows off his arms.
Jake will admit to pouting despite rationally knowing that he and Sunoo should not even be here right now, let alone him letting Sunoo stick it in. “Why not?” he whines, stepping into Sunoo’s space and dragging one hand enticingly down his stomach, pressing the heel of his palm to his bulge.
Sunoo doesn’t answer him, which is expected, instead prying Jake’s hand off and walking him backwards into a gap between two racks to be pressed up against the wall. He sinks to his knees, tugging at Jake’s belt. “Take your jacket off.”
Jake obeys, placing the blazer on the shelf next to him. His belt hits the ground and Sunoo works on wrangling the black leather pants and the boxers underneath down Jake’s legs. It feels a little cheap with his pants caught at his ankles, on his shoes, like Sunoo couldn’t be bothered to undress him.
Sunoo nudges his legs as far apart as they’ll go, then uses both hands to spread him open and puts his mouth on him. Jake flinches, grabbing for the pole of the rack next to him, a soft gasp escaping.
Sunoo opens his jaw wider to fit more and glances up at him, his eye makeup sharpening his already stunning gaze. Jake only has to look at Sunoo to know what people mean by siren eyes. He sucks at Jake’s folds, tongue wriggling between them to prod at his hole.
He trails it up to circle his clit, then closes his lips around it and suckles gently, flicking his stiffened tongue. Jake’s knees nearly buckle and he clings tighter to the storage rack, leaning his weight on it. It’s the hottest thing he’ll ever see—Sunoo on his knees for him, peering up at him while he eats him out like a man starved.
His dark red hair falls artfully across his forehead. The first time Jake saw him after he dyed it this shade he had to take a breather because he looked so damn good with it. He’s going to mourn its loss when Sunoo changes it again.
“Our fans would have a heart attack if they could see you now,” Jake bites back a yelp when Sunoo digs his tongue inside, “They all think you’re a gentleman and an angel unlike the other alphas, but really you’re the same. You’re just like Heeseung.”
Sunoo pulls back, chin wet with Jake’s slick, to say, “Stop talking about your ex when my face is in your cunt.”
Jake lets his head thump against the wall, “He’s not my ex.”
“Ex-fuckbuddy. Close enough.”
“Not really. Besides, he knew I only wanted you.”
“Then why’d you fuck him,” Sunoo mutters, more to himself than anything, attaching his mouth to his clit to distract Jake from replying.
Not that Jake, with his chronic need to have the last word, will let it go. He grits his teeth and chokes out through a shaky moan, “He literally has that thing going on with Sunghoonie.”
Sunoo, nose-deep in his pussy, shoots him a dry look. Okay, so thing might be pushing it. It’s a potentiality at the moment, and also a shit ton of badly suppressed sexual tension that had Jake breaking off their fuckbuddy arrangement.
He’d agreed to invite Sunghoon into one of their… stress relief sessions, so to say, and boy was that the first and last time he ever made that mistake. It was an enlightening experience to feel like he was a voyeur watching them fuck each other when they were both literally balls deep inside of him. Like they were having sex through him.
Anyway, he put an end to that situation before his afterglow even faded and asked Sunoo out two weeks later, so the rest is history.
“Focus on me,” Sunoo sneers, biting his sensitive inner thigh, and Jake’s leg kicks fruitlessly, trapped in his pants.
“I am focusing,” Jake complains, lying like a lying liar.
“No, you’re not. You’re thinking about Heeseung hyung and Sunghoon hyung.”
Well, yes, but no.
“I’ve got a whore on my hands,” Sunoo says darkly, digging his nails into Jake’s hips in punishment, “All you care about is cock, doesn’t matter whose it is.”
“That’s not true,” Jake denies, carding a hand through Sunoo’s hair, stiff with hairspray, “I only want you, only want my alpha.”
“How many members in our group have you had sex with?” Sunoo counters.
That’s not fair. There was Jay during I-Land, Heeseung and Sunghoon after debut, Sunoo now and hopefully forever.
“Four,” Jake answers meekly, biting the tip of his thumb.
“Four out of six,” Sunoo says, pushing a finger in as he speaks, “and only five of them are eligible. Kind of whorish, don’t you think?”
“But I’m yours now,” Jake says plaintively and Sunoo can’t hide his smirk at those words.
“My good girl,” Sunoo agrees, twisting his finger and curling it inwards.
He mouths at Jake’s clit as he finger fucks him until his legs are trembling and he’s starting to slide down the wall, gripping the rack for dear life.
“Gonna come, gonna come, gonna come,” Jake chants, yanking at Sunoo’s hair, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
And because Sunoo is actually kind of perfect, he doesn’t pull that crap all the other alphas (HeeseungSunghoonJay) do where they change up the pace to show off after Jake has just told them not to.
He rolls his hips into Sunoo’s mouth, trying to ride his tongue and fuck down on his fingers, rings and all. Sunoo rubs steadily over his spot, tongue a perfect point of friction on his clit, and to Jake’s absolute mortification he squirts a little on Sunoo’s face when he comes.
Sunoo blinks his eyes shut and jerks back in surprise. Jake slaps a hand over his mouth in shame and then when Sunoo has to squint to open his eyes, some of the wetness dripping off his fucking eyebrow, he covers his hot face in both hands, still twitching through the tail end of his orgasm.
“Guess I’m just that good, huh?” Sunoo asks, looking so full of himself with a cocky tilt to his lips. At least his eye makeup has been spared even if the gloss and tint on his lips stood no chance.
Jake whimpers nervously, reaching out to tentatively wipe at Sunoo’s face. They have fancalls after this. It’s over for them. Jungwon is going to kill them dead.
“How are we supposed to explain this to the stylists?” Jake asks.
Sunoo’s mouth parts, glistening with slick, and he very smartly says, “Um.”
“When Jungwon beats our asses, I’m blaming you.”
“He’s not going to beat your ass,” Sunoo scoffs.
“Fine. When Sunghoon and Jay beat my ass, I’m blaming you,” Jake snaps, pulling his boxers and pants back up. He tries to ignore how damp they become and doesn’t really succeed, cringing in discomfort.
Sunoo purses his lips. “Yeah… Those two totally will.”
Jake pokes him in the forehead, Sunoo swaying back from the force of it. “One track-minded alpha.”
“What am I supposed to do when my girl is so pretty?” Sunoo pouts something fierce, lower lip jutted all the way out.
“You have a girl?” Jake arches an eyebrow, “Since when?”
“You never let me have my fun after you come,” Sunoo grumbles, staggering to his feet, legs half-asleep, and adjusting his very obvious boner inside of his tight leather pants.
Because I regain my dignity, Jake thinks, but he won’t tell him that. He just roots through the bins around them until he finds a brand new bulk packet of napkins and rips it open, using a few of them to pat Sunoo’s face and neck dry because he can’t be walking around soaked like that.
They scurry to the nearest bathroom, Sunoo going left to alphas’ room and Jake going right to the omegas’. He washes his hands thoroughly after taking a piss, and presses his palms to his face once they’ve turned icy from the water to cool himself down.
“I’m writing you up to HR,” Jungwon says when they do the walk of shame back to the dressing room. It is only the seven of them and one manager dozing off on the sofa at the moment, which is all the permission Jungwon needs to be direct about scolding them.
“The two of you are not allowed to be alone together for the next month. I’m serious. You’re not allowed to go anywhere without one of us, either. What the hell possessed you to go for third base backstage at a public music show, hyungs?”
“We’re not in high school to ‘go for third base,’” Jake mumbles, Sunoo hiding behind his back, “And we already hit home run a long time ago. Can you please just say we fucked.”
Heeseung snorts into his elbow and Riki turns around to hide the fact that he’s laughing from Jungwon. Sunghoon has not stopped slowly shaking his head at them since they entered.
Jungwon stares at him so incredulously, Jake begins to feel like a deeply terrible person. “That is completely besides the point, hyung!”
“I’m sorry,” Jake caves, a spoiled whine threading into his voice that has Jay rolling his eyes because they all know Jungwon is weak to it, “It was Sunoo’s idea. He dragged me into the closet.”
“Sunoo hyung,” Jungwon groans, looking near tears at the betrayal, “I trusted you.”
“Even after the kitchen incident?” Sunghoon asks in disbelief, “Ohh, no, this one’s on you, Jungwon-ah.”
Heeseung reaches out to rest a consoling hand on Jungwon’s head, and when their leader sighs and his shoulders slump, he grins and tugs him in to pat his back. Riki can’t seem to stop laughing, no longer even trying to hide it.
“We have fancalls soon, yeah?” Jake ventures timidly, “‘Cause I think Sunoo needs to at least wash his face and get his makeup redone before we start.”
Jungwon’s only response is a pained noise.
+
Sunghoon guides him by the shoulders to the couch. Jake sits down with a thump when Sunghoon shoves on his shoulders and his legs give out under his strength, not prepared for it.
“You’re scaring me,” he says.
Jay brings Sunoo over and forces him to sit next to Jake. Then he stands next to Sunghoon, both of their arms crossed over their chests and watching them like disappointed parents.
“What’s going on?” Sunoo probes carefully, his Adam’s apple bobbing when Jungwon, Riki, and Heeseung make an appearance in the living room as well. He clutches Jake’s thigh. Jake resists the urge to do something stupid like put his mouth on Sunoo’s throat and drag his hand up higher between his legs.
He is four days away from his heat and Sunoo is sinfully sexy no matter what he does, what is Jake supposed to do?
“We’re staging an intervention,” Sunghoon says.
“An intervention,” Jake repeats slowly.
Sunghoon nods. “An intervention.”
“An intervention… For what?”
“Be fucking for real,” Riki snorts, his ridiculous Gen-Z lingo and all, breaking away from his position behind Jay’s shoulder to tuck himself into the corner of the couch on Jake’s empty side.
Jake relents. Playing dumb is not going to work out for him with the way his members are staring at him like he’s digging his own grave. “But why are all of you here?”
“Because we’re all victims,” Riki whispers.
“Because,” Jungwon speaks over him loudly, “we’re a group and this involves all of us.”
“Actually, I think it only involves Sunoo. It would be hard to forget if all of you were involved,” Jake teases.
“I’m confused… Was that a joke about a gangbang or an offer?” Sunghoon mutters into Jay’s ear, not very quietly. Jay pins him with a hard stare. Heeseung squeezes the back of his neck quellingly. Jake winks at Sunghoon when he faces forward again.
Jungwon ignores all of it, probably for his own sanity. “It’s come to our attention that the two of you can’t seem to keep it to the bedroom and it’s gotten to the point where I’m this close to chipping you and putting shock collars on you like dogs so you stop doing it—”
Riki snickers, “Doing it.”
“—everywhere, all the damn time.”
There’s a beat of silence before Sunghoon can visibly no longer help himself, “Kinky.”
He ducks his head in immediate regret when Jungwon whirls on him with fire in his eyes. He rubs his hands together, bowing over and over, “Sorry sorry sorry, that was a mistake leader-nim, I made a mistake, please don’t hurt me, I’m sincerely sorry.”
Heeseung clings to Jay, hiding his face behind his back as he laughs. Jake giggles into his hands, throwing himself against Sunoo, his chest shaking against Jake’s back as he cracks up, too.
Jungwon closes his eyes, mouthing something to himself that Jake can’t read. He might be praying for strength. Or cursing all of their bloodlines. After a moment, he refocuses on Sunoo and Jake.
“We’re not that bad,” Sunoo says once he has his attention, a smile lingering from Sunghoon’s outburst. Jungwon raises both eyebrows sky high.
“When was the last time you guys had sex in your own bed?” Heeseung asks, an arm looped around Jay’s shoulders.
Jake tries really hard not to seem guilty, fiddling with Sunoo’s hand in his lap. Heeseung looks half-concerned, half-amused when he adjusts his question, “Or at least in a bed.”
“Yesterday,” Jake blurts, “Sorry Jay.”
“Is that why you offered to do my laundry?” Jay wonders.
“What do you mean offered? I always do your laundry.”
“You don’t always—”
“Okay, whatever,” Jungwon cuts Jay off for once, “point is, this is becoming a problem. Listen, none of us are against you guys dating or even having sex, but do it in appropriate places at appropriate times.”
“We do it in appropriate places,” Jake mumbles, talking back just to talk back now.
“What, like the kitchen?” Jay asks dryly.
“Storage closets at music shows.”
“HYBE bathrooms.”
“The backseat of a car.”
“An airplane.”
“Sorry, where?”
The four of them swivel in unison towards Heeseung with matching expressions of shock. Heeseung nods solemnly, “On an airplane.”
“Are we just ignoring the backseat of a car?” Sunghoon asks as a side note, peering around the room at them, “Because I’m confused about the logistics of that.”
“You said you wouldn’t tell, hyung,” Jake whines in betrayal.
“You don’t want to know the logistics,” Riki says. He shudders once as if recalling a particularly awful memory and Sunghoon immediately looks afraid. “Trust me.”
Jungwon pales, turning from Heeseung to Jake with frantic desperation, “Please tell me someone did not catch you on the plane.”
“But why on an airplane?” Jay mutters under his breath.
“No, what? We’re too subtle to be caught. I told him about it.”
“You told him?” Sunoo leans away from Jake with a burgeoning frown.
“He asked if I ever joined the mile-high club,” Jake defends himself quickly, hands raised, “and I’m a bad liar.”
Jay turns to Heeseung, eyes squinted with a befuddled look, “Why would you even ask him that, hyung?”
Heeseung offers a small, unrepentant shrug, “I was curious.”
“No, seriously. Why would you ask my omega if he’s joined the mile-high club?” Sunoo narrows his eyes at Heeseung, one eyebrow arching inquisitively.
Heeseung snorts, unfazed, and crosses his arms loosely over his chest, his posture bored, “No one’s taking your omega, relax.”
“I’m not worried about that,” Sunoo loosens up and rolls his eyes, a small amused noise falling from his lips as he brushes his fingers along the inside of Jake’s thigh, “He doesn’t want you, hyung.” Sunghoon whistles lowly at that, nudging Heeseung in the side and getting a half-hearted glare in return. “But it’s good manners not to ask a taken person those kinds of questions.”
“Um, the omega is right here and can speak for himself?” Jake says, raising his hand slightly, “Unless of course we’re back to silencing omegas’ voices.”
“Are you playing the sexism card again?” Heeseung asks in amusement.
Jake smacks his lips together and straightens his posture, “Yep. Can’t believe you guys are telling an omega what to do with their body. I thought we were past shaming omegas for engaging in casual sex.”
“I am willing to bring back slut shaming if it means you keep it in your pants,” Sunghoon says point blank in response.
“That,” Jake points at him, lips twitching, “is very sexist of you.”
“Cool,” Sunghoon says. Doesn’t even blink, the asshole.
“Damn, fine,” Jake throws his hands up, “if you guys are going to be so boring about it. I promise to keep all sexual activities within the four walls of my room or Sunoo’s room from here on out. Can we be done with this now?”
“You swear it on Layla?” Jay presses.
“God, no. You want my dog dead or something? Just trust that I don’t want any scandals.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Then trust Sunoo.”
“I trust Sunoo more than you but that isn’t saying much.”
Sunoo covers Jake’s mouth before he can retort. “I also promise to try and keep it to our own beds from now on. Jungwon-ah, hyung really promises.”
Jungwon studies him, gazing at them in silence until he either finds what he’s looking for or gives up—Jake can’t tell the difference. He nods with a quiet sigh. “Okay. Thank you, hyungs. Sorry for springing this on you suddenly, but I knew Jake hyung would try to run away if we brought it up beforehand.”
“Hey!” Jake cries in offense, pushing Sunoo’s hand aside, “I would not!”
“You don’t even believe yourself, do you, liar?” Sunghoon snorts. Jake leaps up from the couch at the realization that since they’re done here, he can actually retaliate. Sunghoon stumbles back in alarm, ducking behind Heeseung and wielding him like a shield.
“Hyung-ah, save me.” His voice is filled with a soft whine that only comes out around his hyung, and Jake has the misfortune of seeing Heeseung melt like a fucking fool hearing him.
Jake tries to grab him despite Heeseung’s obnoxiously long arms blocking the way until Jay steps in, lifting him up and setting him down in front of Sunoo.
“Take him and go,” he tells Sunoo.
Jake wishes they weren’t wearing scent blockers so he could smell Jay’s fed up scent because nothing makes him happier than being the cause of it.
Sunoo stands up and Jake snuggles up to his back, hooking his chin over his shoulder like a particularly smug cat. Sunoo reaches back and pats his ass. “Jay hyung, we’re borrowing your room.”
Jungwon throws himself down next to Riki and closes his eyes in mental exhaustion. Jay looks like he’s either about to start shouting or crying. “It’s the middle of the day!” Shouting it is. “We were just talking! You got scolded! How are you horny?!”
Spoken exactly like someone who isn’t getting any.
i.
Jake is half asleep when Sunoo crawls into his bed. He’s slow to wake up today, tired from concert practice. Jay has already vacated the room, in the living room with Jungwon last Sunoo saw him. He kisses Jake softly, close-mouthed, until he gathers the wherewithal to reciprocate. His hand comes up to cup Sunoo’s face, their kiss heating up into a wet, smacking exchange.
Sunoo sneaks his hands under his shirt, scratching his nails lightly down his back. Jake shivers, ticklish as always, goosebumps rising on his forearms.
“Wanna fuck?” Jake mumbles against his mouth.
Sunoo hums, smooshing their lips together. Jake tastes stale in contrast to Sunoo’s minty toothpaste but that’s Sunoo’s burden to bear and he doesn’t mind, licking at the front of Jake’s teeth and then slipping away to focus on the hollow of his throat.
“Let’s do it like this,” Sunoo says, referring to Jake’s position on his back and him hovering over top, “Missionary in bed is the most romantic way, right?”
“You’re just saying that because Riki walked in on us and you feel bad about it,” Jake says through a yawn, stretching his arms above his head with a happy groan.
“We promised to keep it in the bedroom.”
“You wouldn’t have cared if someone didn’t walk in,” Jake pinches Sunoo’s ear, “Don’t pretend to have a conscience now.”
“You’re right,” Sunoo admits easily, “but missionary in bed is romantic.”
“Why? You like my face when I come that much?” Jake grins, poking his tongue out briefly.
“Your eyes roll back when you do,” Sunoo says conversationally, “and your mouth drops open really wide. You kinda look like you’re in pain and sometimes you cry. It’s hot.”
“Okay,” Jake says, flustered, “Wow, creep.”
Sunoo slaps his bicep. “Hyung! Sorry for being attentive to the person I’m having sex with, I guess.”
“I love you,” Jake coos in apology.
“No,” Sunoo huffs, tugging Jake’s shirt up to stuff the hem of it into his mouth, “I don’t want to hear it. You’re not blackmailing your way out of this.”
“Is loving you blackmail now?” Jake garbles around his shirt, and Sunoo somehow still understands him. But just because he understands doesn’t mean he responds. He has no good comeback.
Jake spits the shirt out and lifts his hips up so Sunoo can drag his shorts down, legs falling open without second thought and Sunoo settles comfortably between them after pulling his waistband down enough to free himself.
“Commando?”
Sunoo shrugs, ducking down to get his mouth on Jake’s pussy. He doesn’t stay there long, just enough to get Jake wet with slick and spit, two fingers fitting into him. Then he fists his cock, flushed red and starting to bead at the slit from need.
“Why are you so big?” Jake grunts when he feels Sunoo nudge up against his hole like he hasn’t taken this exact length countless times before, “Where is that supposed to fit?”
Sunoo doesn’t bother humoring his complaints. Jake rolls his head to the side with a shuddering gasp when the tip breaches him, eyelids fluttering and clawing at Sunoo’s back like it’s their first time all over again once the head pops in.
“Don’t go all the way,” Jake says.
Sunoo frowns, “Don’t? Oh, are you between heats?”
“Yeah, had some spotting yesterday—” Jake clicks his tongue and shakes his head, “Nevermind what I said, but go slow.”
“Okayyy, going slow,” Sunoo hums, and really does. It takes a minute for him to seat himself inside fully.
Jake is whining softly under his breath. He must be tender inside since he’s shedding, if Sunoo remembers the term correctly from his one health class. He probably doesn’t, but the idea is the same.
“If you’re too sensitive, we don’t have to—” Sunoo starts.
“No!” Jake tightens his grip on his back, “No, fuck me. Don’t stop.”
“Whatever the princess wants.” Sunoo dips down to kiss Jake again briefly. He rocks his hips into the cradle of Jake’s, moaning in his throat at the velvety grip of his walls.
“I’m gonna come fast,” Sunoo warns.
“Me too,” Jake gasps, eyebrows knitting together, “Really sensitive, but good sensitive.” He hooks his legs around Sunoo’s waist, ankles crossing over his ass. “Touch me,” he begs, doing nothing useful with his hands.
“I can’t hold myself up with one hand and fuck you at the same time, touch yourself.”
Jake groans in protest but does, a sharp whimper leaving him when he pets over his clit. His thighs squeeze at Sunoo’s sides, and he tries to meet his thrusts by pushing his hips down. Sunoo rests his forehead on Jake’s sternum, breathing through his mouth. Jake’s heat is maddening. Warm, wet, and molded to his cock, Sunoo could spend the rest of his life between his legs. “God,” he mutters, “wish I could fuck you all day.”
“You can,” Jake insists, like that’s not blatantly untrue, “just don’t ever pull out, don’t stop.”
Sunoo folds one of Jake’s legs towards his chest, taking advantage of the extra angle it gives him. He braces his hand on the back of Jake’s thigh and pounds into him, feeling himself hitting something a little firmer than usual inside. Jake curls in on himself with a choked cry when he does, his free leg giving a small, involuntary kick.
Sunoo tries to avoid his cervix when he can if it’s low enough for him to graze, but Jake doesn’t seem to be minding the stimulation despite his violent reaction. He throws his head back on the pillow, back arching at a severe angle and moaning with every stroke.
“There, there, there!” Jake sobs, thrashing even as he pleads for more, “Keep going, gonna come, gonna come.”
But Sunoo comes first, hips stuttering hard into Jake’s pelvis, grinding out the dredges of it buried in his pussy. He shifts his weight to one forearm and rubs at Jake’s clit until he’s convulsing through his own orgasm, eyes rolled back, mouth dropped wide open, and all. Exactly as Sunoo described it.
“Enough,” Jake pries his hand off, “fuck, enough.”
Every inhale Jake takes, shudders through him, Sunoo can feel it beneath his body.
“Breathe, babe,” he says, stroking his sides until he has it under control.
Jake cranes up, smashing their mouths together painfully when he misjudges the distance. Sunoo bites at his bottom lip, tugging it out lewdly. Jake licks over it to soothe the sting when he lets it go.
“Romantic enough for you?” he asks, tangling his fingers in Sunoo’s hair.
“Very,” Sunoo smiles, lowering himself on top of Jake and nosing at his jaw, “We should do it in bed more often.”
“We have to do it in bed or our members are going to have us staked.”
“You’re killing the vibe, hyung.”
“What vibe?”
“The chill, lazy morning sex vibe.”
“I just came my brains out, there was nothing chill or lazy about that.”
Sunoo tightens his lips, “Speaking of which, are you sore? Did I go too hard?”
“Probably,” Jake answers honestly, hands resting on the small of Sunoo’s back, “but it felt good so I don’t care. Besides I’m sore from dance practice, what’s a little more?”
Sunoo nods, taking this into consideration. “Does that mean you’re up for a second round?”
Jake is silent for a minute, expression slowly morphing into horrified disbelief as he registers what’s happening inside of him. “Sunoo, wait… Are you… Why are you getting hard again?!”
(As Sunoo soon finds out, Jake is in fact up for a second round.)