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The house was quiet, lights dimmed, the ticking of the living room clock almost the only sound. Sunoo padded barefoot down the hallway in his oversized pajama shirt, yawning softly. His body was tired, but his craving was stronger. After a long day of classes, after laughing too much with his friends, there was only one thing he wanted—his comfort drink.
Diet Pepsi.
Not milk, not juice, not plain water. Just the fizz, the sharp sweetness, the cold can in his hand. He always had a stash in the fridge, carefully lined up in neat rows. The thought of it alone made his lips curl into a small smile as he tugged the fridge door open.
Except—
The smile dropped.
The shelves were empty. No neat silver cans waiting for him. No stash at all. His breath caught. He blinked, then leaned closer, checking again. Nothing. Not a single can.
“Looking for this?”
The low voice came from behind him, smooth, teasing, and instantly recognizable.
Sunoo whipped around. There, leaning against the kitchen counter in nothing but joggers, was Jungwon. His hair was messy from sleep, his toned body catching the faint kitchen light. And in his hand…
The last can.
Sunoo’s heart sank and his pout appeared instantly. “That’s mine.” His voice was sharp, indignant, but it sounded almost childish.
Jungwon just smirked, tilting the can back slightly. The hiss of carbonation filled the air as he cracked it open. The fizz echoed like a taunt. Slowly—deliberately—he lifted it to his lips and drank, Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow.
Sunoo’s fists clenched. His eyes were glued to the sight.
“W–Why are you drinking it? You don’t even like Diet Pepsi!” he protested.
Jungwon lowered the can, a dark chuckle slipping past his lips. “I don’t,” he admitted. Then his eyes glinted, sharp and daring. “But I like watching you beg.”
Before Sunoo could retort, Jungwon tilted the can again—this time not into his mouth, but over his bare chest.
The cold soda spilled down his skin in a dark, fizzy trail, sliding over the ridges of his abs. He hissed at the shock of the cold but smirked wider when he saw Sunoo’s wide eyes follow every drop. The kitchen filled with the sweet scent of soda, sticky and tempting.
“J-Jungwon!” Sunoo’s voice cracked, his cheeks heating.
“If you want it, hyung,” Jungwon murmured, voice deep and dangerous, “lick it off me.”
Sunoo’s lips parted, his body trembling in place. His throat was dry, not from thirst alone, but from the heat that coiled low in his belly.
Jungwon set the can down on the counter, flexing his abs as the soda continued to slide lower. His hand reached out, fingers curling under Sunoo’s chin, tilting his face upward. “You’re not moving,” he teased. “Don’t tell me my greedy little hyung doesn’t want his Pepsi anymore.”
“I… I do…” Sunoo whispered, his voice embarrassingly small.
“Then on your knees.”
The command left no room for argument. Sunoo’s knees hit the cold kitchen tiles before he realized he was obeying. His face burned, but his eyes were locked on the dark liquid glistening on Jungwon’s skin.
“Good boy,” Jungwon praised, guiding his head closer. “Now, drink.”
Sunoo leaned in tentatively at first, tongue darting out to lap at the sticky trail across Jungwon’s stomach. The taste of soda and skin flooded his senses, bubbles tickling his tongue. Jungwon exhaled, his abs tightening under the soft, wet strokes.
“That’s it,” Jungwon murmured, his hand tangling in Sunoo’s hair. “Clean me up. Every drop.”
Sunoo licked eagerly now, his small whimpers vibrating against Jungwon’s body as he followed the trail lower, lower—until his nose brushed the waistband of Jungwon’s joggers. The soda had pooled dangerously close, soaking the fabric where his hard length pressed against it.
Jungwon chuckled darkly. “Looks like some spilled lower. You’ll have to suck it out, baby.”
His thumb brushed Sunoo’s lips, smearing a drop of soda there. “Open.”
Sunoo obeyed instantly, mouth parting as Jungwon pushed his joggers down just enough to free his heavy cock, already hard and flushed at the tip. Sticky soda clung to the base, dripping slow rivulets down the thick shaft.
Sunoo’s eyes widened, his cunt clenching at the sight.
Jungwon smirked, tapping the head against his lips. “Go on, hyung. You wanted your Diet Pepsi, didn’t you? Suck every last drop off my cock.”
Sunoo whimpered, desperate now, and leaned forward—his lips parting wider to take Jungwon in. The sticky soda made the skin taste different, sweet and fizzy against his tongue as he lapped eagerly along the thick shaft. Every lick left him more breathless, his cunt clenching around nothing as though begging for something to fill it.
“Mm… that’s it,” Jungwon groaned, one hand tightening in Sunoo’s soft hair, guiding his head closer. “My thirsty little hyung. You’ll drink anything if it’s off my cock, huh?”
Sunoo moaned around him in protest, but the sound only vibrated down Jungwon’s length. His tongue pressed to the underside, dragging slowly, catching every rivulet of soda that dripped lower. The sharp taste of Diet Pepsi mixed with the salty-skin musk of Jungwon, intoxicating him more than the drink ever could.
“Deeper,” Jungwon ordered, pressing gently but firmly until the swollen head pushed past Sunoo’s lips and nudged against the back of his throat. Sunoo gagged softly, his hands clutching at Jungwon’s thighs, but Jungwon didn’t let up. He rolled his hips forward, feeding more of his cock down Sunoo’s throat inch by inch, until his nose brushed against Jungwon’s wet skin.
“Fuck—” Jungwon hissed, tilting his head back. “You’re so fucking tight even here.”
Sunoo’s eyes watered, his throat working around the intrusion. Jungwon gave him only a second to breathe before pulling out halfway, letting Sunoo gasp around him, then slamming back in with a groan. The wet slurp of his throat echoed in the quiet kitchen. Soda and spit dripped messily down Sunoo’s chin, soaking his pajama collar.
“Messy baby,” Jungwon taunted, voice low and cruelly amused. “Look at you—chasing Diet Pepsi, and now you’re gagging on cock instead. Is this what you wanted?”
Sunoo whimpered around him, the sound wet and broken. His eyes squeezed shut as Jungwon began to thrust in earnest, his pace rougher now. Each push shoved the head of his cock against the tight squeeze of Sunoo’s throat, making him choke and drool even more.
Jungwon glanced down at the sight and groaned. Sunoo on his knees, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, sticky soda glistening over his flushed skin—he looked ruined.
“Open wider,” Jungwon growled, snapping his hips forward. The force made Sunoo’s throat convulse, gagging around the length stuffed deep. Jungwon’s grip in his hair tightened as his pace turned relentless, using Sunoo’s mouth like it was his own toy.
Sunoo’s body betrayed him—his cunt pulsed with need, soaking through his thin pajama shorts as his throat was fucked raw. Each gag made him hotter, each choke made him clench harder.
“That’s it,” Jungwon panted, his abs flexing with the motion. “Take it all—my good little hyung. Drink from me.”
He shoved in to the hilt and stayed there, groaning low in his chest as Sunoo’s throat fluttered desperately around him. Jungwon’s hips shuddered before he finally spilled hot, thick cum straight down Sunoo’s throat. The sudden rush of salt and heat filled him, mixing with the faint aftertaste of soda already coating his tongue.
Sunoo coughed, gagging around the flood, but Jungwon held his head in place, forcing him to swallow every last drop.
“Don’t waste it,” Jungwon warned through clenched teeth, his cock twitching against Sunoo’s tongue. “Drink it all, hyung.”
Sunoo obeyed, his throat bobbing frantically as he gulped down every drop until Jungwon finally let him pull back. A thick strand of cum and spit clung from his lips to the swollen head, glistening in the faint light.
He gasped for air, chest heaving, eyes glassy and wet. His pajama shorts clung damp between his thighs, his cunt aching, dripping, untouched.
Jungwon chuckled darkly, thumb brushing the corner of Sunoo’s mouth where some of his release had smeared. He pushed it back between Sunoo’s lips. “Messy, but obedient. Just how I like you.”
Sunoo shivered under the weight of his gaze, knees trembling on the cold tile. His throat burned from being used, his lips still sticky, and his pussy ached so badly it pulsed with every beat of his heart. And still—still—Jungwon hadn’t touched him there.
“Now,” Jungwon said slowly, deliberately, his voice thick with promise. He reached for the half-full can of Diet Pepsi sitting innocently on the counter, beads of condensation dripping down the metal. He tilted it toward his cock again, letting the cold fizz slide over the flushed, swollen length.
Sunoo’s eyes widened as the soda cascaded down, foaming at the base and dripping onto the floor. Jungwon’s cock twitched, glistening, the contrast of cold bubbles against burning-hot skin making him hiss through his teeth.
His smirk was dangerous as he looked down at Sunoo.
“You didn’t think I was done feeding you, did you?”
Sunoo swallowed hard, thighs squeezing together instinctively. His cunt clenched at the words alone, his soaked pajama shorts useless against the heat dripping from between his legs.
Jungwon leaned down, grabbing the waistband of Sunoo’s shorts, tugging them down in one rough motion. They pooled around his knees, leaving him exposed—pretty, pink folds already glossy with need.
“Fuck…” Jungwon groaned under his breath, cock jerking at the sight. “Dripping for me already. Didn’t even touch you yet, hyung, and you’re soaking like a slut.”
Sunoo covered his face with both hands, whining, but his body betrayed him—the sharp scent of arousal mixing with the faint sweetness of soda in the air.
Jungwon grabbed him by the wrists, yanking his hands away. “No hiding.” His voice was sharp, commanding. “I want to see every bit of you begging for it.”
Sunoo whimpered, trembling as Jungwon guided him back until his ass rested against the cool edge of the counter. The leader tilted the can again, pouring the remaining soda down over his cock until it dripped off the flushed tip.
Then, with one strong hand, he hooked under Sunoo’s thigh, lifting it up and out, spreading him wide open on the kitchen counter.
“You love Diet Pepsi so much,” Jungwon murmured, pressing the slick, soda-soaked head against Sunoo’s swollen entrance. “Time to let your greedy little pussy taste it too.”
He pushed forward slowly, deliberately, forcing the thick head past Sunoo’s folds. The cold fizz still clung to the skin, bubbling as it smeared into Sunoo’s cunt.
Sunoo gasped sharply, arching back against the counter, the sensation overwhelming—sweet, sharp, fizzy, and hot all at once.
“Ah—Jungwon—!”
“Shh,” Jungwon hushed, his voice low and dark as he slid deeper, stretching him open inch by inch. “Take it. Drink it up.”
Every thrust pushed more soda inside, mixing with Sunoo’s slick, making it spill down the insides of his thighs in sticky rivulets. The kitchen echoed with the wet, obscene squelch of their bodies colliding.
Jungwon groaned, the cold shock of the soda fading into heat as his cock sank fully inside Sunoo’s clutching walls. “Fuck—you’re tight, baby. Gripping me like you’ll never let go.”
Sunoo’s nails scraped helplessly at the counter, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. His pussy squeezed around the invading length, as if trying to drink every drop Jungwon forced into him.
“Greedy little cunt,” Jungwon growled, snapping his hips harder. “Even your pussy’s addicted now.”
Each thrust was rougher than the last, forcing Sunoo to cry out as the fizz burned lightly against his sensitive walls. The sensation was maddening—every nerve inside him alive, every stroke making him spasm around Jungwon’s cock.
“Say it,” Jungwon ordered, voice sharp as he pounded into him. “Say you love it. Say you’ll drink anything if it’s from me.”
“I—I love it!” Sunoo cried out, broken, desperate. His legs trembled as Jungwon rammed him against the counter. “I’ll—I’ll drink anything, just don’t stop—!”
Jungwon’s smirk returned, feral and triumphant. “Good boy.”
He slammed in to the hilt, grinding against Sunoo’s swollen clit with each deep thrust. His cock was soaked with both soda and slick, his balls slapping against Sunoo’s ass with every brutal motion.
Sunoo’s head tipped back, his moans spilling freely now. The fizz, the stickiness, the heat—it was all too much, and he shattered around Jungwon’s cock, walls fluttering violently, cunt milking him for more.
Jungwon hissed, his own release boiling to the surface as Sunoo’s pussy spasmed around him, squeezing him like a vice. He grabbed Sunoo’s chin, forcing his eyes open.
“Open your mouth,” he growled.
Sunoo obeyed instantly, lips parting as Jungwon leaned down, spitting the last of the Diet Pepsi he’d been holding in his mouth straight into Sunoo’s. The sweet liquid mixed with Sunoo’s whimpers as Jungwon’s thrusts turned erratic, desperate.
“Swallow,” Jungwon ordered.
Sunoo gulped it down, just as Jungwon buried himself to the base and came hard inside him, spilling thick, hot cum deep into his fizz-soaked pussy.
The mixture overflowed instantly, dripping messily down onto the counter and the floor.
Sunoo collapsed back against the counter, ruined and trembling, thighs still twitching from overstimulation. His throat was raw, his cunt was stuffed and sticky, and the taste of Diet Pepsi lingered on his tongue.
Jungwon pulled out slowly, groaning at the sight of his cum and soda spilling from Sunoo’s stretched hole. He tapped the mess with the tip of his cock, smearing it against Sunoo’s swollen folds.
“Now that,” he said, voice hoarse but amused, “is how you drink your Pepsi.”