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Jay has concluded Sunghoon is a bit of a bitch. He doesn't just look like one. He's loud and obnoxious when he wants to be, loves to argue and bicker over pointless things, and knows one thousand different ways to piss Jay off. After years of knowing each other, one could say Sunghoon has truly perfected the art of driving Jay mad.
However, it’s the everyday things—the seemingly innocent things—that drive Jay really fucking mad. Whether it be spreading his thighs too far apart while he lounges on the couch, bending over their kitchen counter while he bothers Sunoo, or spraying on his cologne after a long shower, Sunghoon makes everything look like porn.
Jay absolutely hates that he thinks this way, and he hates that he can't control his thoughts more than anything else. He hates that they spiral out of control until he wants to quite literally bang his head into a wall until it stops.
To add to his torment, Jay can't even watch porn anymore without thinking about Sunghoon, and he finds himself sighing in defeat when he catches himself inserting Sunghoon into the videos he chooses to attempt to watch.
Wow, those are some pretty hands. Almost as pretty as Sunghoon's.
Amateur porn? Bet I could record something with Sunghoon if we weren't famous or whatever.
Would Sunghoon have a gag reflex? I bet a video of him getting his face fucked would do numbers.
Obviously, it's really fucking annoying. One minute they're having a heated argument about what food to order; then they're bickering because Sunghoon called Jay's song recommendation shit; after, Jay is watching him walk away and thinking about how easy it would be to overpower him, pin him down when he least expects it, trap Sunghoon's perfect body under his own. Make him his, make him beg.
Jay breaks, eventually. In a way, he feels rather disgusted at how doing this felt almost necessary. It had piled up for far too long and it was eating him from the inside, consuming him entirely—the worst part being that he didn't understand why. He had known Sunghoon for too long at this point, trusted him with everything, considered him one of the bestest most reliable friends he's ever had, and yet—he didn't hesitate to carefully slip into the bathroom tonight when he was hard and certain everyone was asleep, Sunghoon's shirt sneakily tucked under his arm.
His cheeks are burning from embarrassment and he's terrified of being caught, but as he presses the soft material of the shirt to his face and inhales the smell of Sunghoon's cologne, he loses all rationality. The worries are all gone, and instead of going holy fuck, this is my best friend's shirt, what's wrong with me, he hurriedly slips down his sweats and sits on the toilet, spreading his thighs open to get this shit over with.
Yeah, Jay totally grabbed Sunghoon's shirt and plans to jerk off while taking in the smell exuding from his best friend's shirt, but he just couldn't help it. If he has to blame someone, it's Sunghoon, most definitely—his fault for being so fucking perfect.
"Gonna dirty your shirt," he says before he can even register, speaking to Sunghoon as if he could hear, "fuck, want you so bad."
The bathroom walls start spinning. Precum is oozing from the tip of his cock and Jay scrambles to pump some lotion into his hand before wrapping his fist around the slick head, groaning into Sunghoon's shirt at the feeling. Fuck, it's actually kinda gross, and he'll probably leave a mess of drool all over the shirt, but he doesn't care. He needs to cum, and he needs to do it while thinking about Sunghoon. There's no questioning it, not anymore. He hopes this will cure it, hopes he'll be able to talk to Sunghoon normally without wanting to bend him over the nearest available surface, hopes he'll be able to go back to watching porn without seeing Sunghoon's face plastered all over the video.
Jay doesn't feel too pathetic over the fact that he's doing it, he feels pathetic because after letting his closed fist slide down his hard shaft a couple of times, he realizes he's not going to last very long, not with Sunghoon's ridiculously addictive scent aiding him. His senses are overwhelmed with Sunghoon, this is already the best he's ever had, and he can't stand the thought of it being cut so short, so he tries to drag out the strokes and make this last. It's hard when he's in such a frenzied state while imagining it's Sunghoon's hole he's pumping into instead.
"You'd love this," Jay pants out into the shirt, imagining a flushed Sunghoon walking in on Jay fucking up into his fist with his face buried in his shirt, thinking of him. "You narcissistic fuck."
Jay moans into the fabric at his own vile words, twisting his fist on the way up deliciously, increasing the pace when he thinks about just how much Sunghoon loves himself, and how inevitable it is for everybody to love him too. An I want you so bad would suffice, and Sunghoon would give in, entranced by the fact that he's wanted and desired, his insatiable ego stimulated. He would fold and give himself up, so much fun to have with a pretty body and an equally pretty face. Surely it would be enough, but Jay—although he doesn't love to admit it—is too scared to try.
For now, this will do, or so he hopes.
"God, you—" he's breathless already, words caught in his throat. Entirely overwhelmed by the smell and the sounds his fist on his cock make, pleasure building up in his abdomen worryingly fast. "You'd take me so well, Sunghoon."
His eyes are squeezed shut from having his face shoved into the black t-shirt, but Jay can clearly see a sweaty Sunghoon bent over his own bed, in the room he shares with Jake, getting used for being so damn pretty, for having such a nice body. Getting humbled for flaunting and showing off. He'd take it, but he'd find a way to make it about himself, letting out a tell me how good I feel between moans and pained grunts. Jay knows he would be able to hear the twisted smile in Sunghoon's strained words, and it makes him let out a frustrated groan. He would make it hurt, for sure. Get back at Sunghoon for being an annoying dick at times.
The image is everything Jay has ever wanted—Sunghoon's pretty hands scrambling to hold on to anything, the muscles in his back tensed up, red finger marks all over his hips and cheeks, all the pale skin to break and bruise and press his fingers into later to piss Sunghoon off—it's too much, too fast.
When Jay comes back to his senses, he's still panting and whining into Sunghoon's shirt, heart threatening to jump out of his chest and his nape sweaty. As he looks down and sees the nasty mess he made all over his thighs and fingers, he groans, and considers cleaning it all up with Sunghoon's shirt, leave it around for him to find.
Honestly, it would only be fair.
♡ ♡ ♡
"Sunghoon hyung keeps bothering me."
The pout in Sunoo's voice is audible, and Jungwon giggles softly to himself at the fact as he turns to face Sunoo, eyebrows raised. He may be younger, but he's not stupid.
"Oh no," Sarcasm drips down his words, and Sunoo furrows his brows in annoyance. "Poor you."
"I'm serious. He won't fucking stop. Give me advice or something."
"I wouldn't be mad." Jungwon shrugs, corners of his lips upturned.
"Cool." Sunoo shoots Jungwon a blank look, watching as Jungwon grins and walks away with a bounce to his step, folded t-shirts in his hands.
Their conversation ends as quick as it started, and Sunoo is left frustrated and confused, more so than when he walked over to Jungwon for "advice". He doesn't know what he was expecting, but it was definitely not to hear Jungwon admit he wouldn't mind it. Was he being forreal? Why did he feel a bit—
He wonders if he should've been honest instead, ask for Jungwon's advice on his actual issue.
Sunghoon hyung keeps bothering me, and it's hard to control my heart rate when he touches me.
Sunghoon hyung is obsessed with picking on me, I just wish he were obsessed with me instead.
Should I make Sunghoon hyung stop being annoying by kissing him? Would that be crazy?
Sunoo sighs and lets himself fall onto the nearest bed, because that's such a terrible idea he swears he feels lightheaded. Jungwon would never talk to him, or worse, tell him he feels the same. That would suck, because Sunoo has just recently discovered (more like admitted, really) he's always jealous when it comes to Sunghoon. It sounds fucking ridiculous and it tears his ego apart, but Sunoo can't deny it any longer.
When Sunghoon rests against Heeseung's shoulder and smiles contently, Sunoo balls up his fists. When Jake and Sunghoon's eyes meet through the mirror as they practice and they laugh at one of their many inside jokes, Sunoo grits his teeth. When Sunghoon picks Jungwon up and Jungwon's laugh echoes around their dorm, Sunoo pretends to be asleep to not have to interact with anyone. When Sunoo stumbles upon Jay and Sunghoon leaning against their kitchen counter and sharing a drink, whispering and laughing, he locks himself in the bathroom, makes sure to slam the door shut loud enough for them to be startled.
Surely, Sunghoon hasn't caught on.
Sunoo gulps. Right?
It's inevitable, really—Sunghoon is the type of pretty Sunoo eagerly wants to be. He's perfect, to say the least, and Sunoo finds himself in a troublesome situation. Does he want to be Sunghoon, or be his center of attention? Does he want to have Sunghoon's height, or does he want Sunghoon to use his height to cage him against a wall?
Fuck.
Hesitantly, after craning his neck to the side to make sure Jungwon is nowhere near the room, Sunoo snakes his hand down his torso. He's sporting a semi already, and when he cups himself he imagines it's Sunghoon's delicate hand instead. He would raise an eyebrow and chuckle, determined to make Sunoo blush, letting out a "Hard for hyung?"
Sunoo whines out softly, nodding as if he were fucking responding, and he can't recognize himself. He's rubbing his thighs together, arm still trapped between them. It feels good, and he can picture Sunghoon offering his leg for Sunoo to rub and rut against, all cocky and smiley and gorgeous. Fuck him.
"Gonna get off on my thigh? That's so cute."
Sunoo doesn't just see Sunghoon's face as he closes his eyes while he continues to stroke himself over his shorts, he can fucking hear him. It's painfully embarrassing and Sunoo wants it to stop, but he can't seem to willingly stop touching himself—he feels entranced. Sunghoon is watching him, towering over him, smirking.
He lets out the smallest whisper of hyung, and it's dripping with lust and emotion. Sunoo knows Sunghoon would love to hear him, and his little gasps of hyung, hyung, hyung would make Sunghoon go absolutely feral. Sunoo would touch him all over, beg for more, clench around him just right. He'd treat him so well and Sunghoon doesn't fucking know. He'd let Sunghoon unwind, fuck him with his knees pressed to his chest if he asked. Without hesitation, he'd do it all.
All and more, Sunoo realizes, and his cheeks burn hotter than before. He wouldn't be able to say no, and it's both a terrifying and arousing thought. The grip Sunghoon has on him is brutally strong.
Sunoo considers reaching into his shorts to stroke himself to completion, in whoever's room he is, until he hears Jungwon calling out to him and treading towards the door softly. He swallows down a squeal and quickly flips over, burying his face into the sheets below and wallowing in self-pity. He squeezes his eyes shut, terrified.
"Woah, uh—" Jungwon is worried, can see the way Sunoo's panting as he's laying down, and Jungwon wonders if he was crying. "I'm sorry for joking earlier, we can actually talk about it if you—"
"Nope!" Sunoo speaks up fast, hating how whiny that came out. "I'm good, it's not that."
"Okay, do you still wanna talk—"
"Not now, Jungwon. Later." Sunoo feels bad for interrupting him twice in a row, but this is really not the time. His hand is still trapped under his body, pressing against his hard cock just right and fuck, Sunghoon is still whispering filth into his ear in the back of his mind.
Jungwon is not buying it, much to Sunoo's dismay. If there were ever a time where Sunoo needs Jungwon to not care so much about him, it's right now.
"Alright, I'll be at the couch right outside. When you're feeling better, we'll talk. I'm not leaving."
Shit.
Sunoo makes a noise of agreement and Jungwon walks away softly, but doesn't close the door. Sunoo sighs loudly against the bed, body jittery and cock leaking. The fact that he's going to have to wait to take care of this issue is annoying, almost as annoying as the fact that he can hear Sunghoon's loud voice in a nearby room. Sunoo doesn't know if he feels himself getting hotter because of his arousal or because he's jealous.
It's just not fair.
♡ ♡ ♡
The first time Jake saw Sunghoon, he knew he was in serious trouble.
"Isn't Sunghoon just kind of," Jungwon's eyes were shimmery and half-lidded as he watched Sunghoon move about, words caught in his throat in awe. Symmetrical, pleasing, lean. Perhaps, soft to touch? Easy to bruise? Pink when flushed? "Perfect?"
Perfect doesn't even come close. The thought alone made his cheeks redden, and he hopes Jungwon didn't catch on.
Jake chose not to respond and would stick to his decision today, because no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to brush away his obsession. It's not a word he likes to use, obsession, but it's nothing less. If he agreed, he feared he would sound fucking ridiculous, and if he disagreed the lie would inevitably tear him apart. His attempts always ended up being merely futile, nothing but weak efforts that were simply put—not enough.
Not enough, never enough, and Jake is shaking as the shower's steady stream hits him from the side. He's facing the shower wall and his arm is bent and pressed against it above his head as he lazily strokes himself with his free hand, keeping his fist wrapped just tight enough to keep himself on the edge. He's got his face pressed to the wall, mouthing at the cold tiles pathetically, a stream of Sunghoon, Sunghoon, Sunghoon flowing out of his parted lips, as steady as the water that flows down his bare skin.
When he's sliding his tight fist over his length, eyes squeezed shut, so hard and sensitive he feels numb, it's always Sunghoon's face he can see behind his eyes. It's always those distinctive features he can make out, clear as day. Playful, flirty, inviting. From the very first day they met to now, entirely hypnotizing.
"You think about him," Jay commented once with a sly smirk on during dance practice, noticing how Jake's eyes lingered over Sunghoon's bare shoulders and the way his sweatpants barely hung onto his hips for a bit too long, "don't you?"
Jay's voice was soft back then, hushed. However, Jake felt as if Jay were screaming, loud enough for everyone to hear and judge, and he stumbled over his own words in shock and fear at the slight possibility of anyone hearing them.
Don't you, Jake? He asked himself the question later that day when everyone was asleep, and he vividly remembers the way he came all over his abdomen and chest trying to answer it.
Jake unconsciously moans out embarrassingly at the memory. While he touches himself, more fervently now, he remembers denying it desperately even though he masked his distress with a smile, and he shakes his head no against the cold tiles, whimpering as he begins to properly fuck his fist, refusing to open his eyes to look down and watch it happen—he knows seeing the head of his cock peek through the hole created by his fist as he gets off like this would be too much, too fucking much to bear and live with.
"No, no, I swear— " Jake softly whimpers against the wall, and he's clawing at the cold surface now, desperately trying to grip onto something in a pathetic attempt to stabilize himself. Sunghoon is shrugging off a dress shirt to reveal milky untainted skin, obediently waiting on his knees, taking it to the face, bending over and looking back over his shoulder, getting hammered into a mattress, it doesn't even fucking matter—Jake can picture it all with his eyes closed. He can picture himself with Sunghoon, giving him everything he needs so he doesn't have to go looking anywhere else. "I don't think about him."
He realizes he's speaking out loud , and the way his words echo through the empty bathroom makes his cheeks burn harder. He's rubbing his face against the tiles and squirming in self-hatred, feeling ridiculous and helpless as he realizes he'll be painting a pathetic mess all over the shower wall soon. His flushed cheeks feel too hot against the cool tiles, and he's so sensitive he can feel the contrast.
All the while, the thoughts about Sunghoon are so vivid it feels like Sunghoon is in the shower with him. But he's not. Jake would never admit it's disappointing.
"Never, never do—" He mutters, trying desperately to convince himself, struggling to keep his body up with the way his knees are wobbling. He's so sensitive the water tickles him, and he's banging the palm of his hand against the wall as if trying to avoid what's to come. Sunghoon would love it, absolutely fucking love it, cracking a pretty smile and a You're gonna cum? All because you're thinking about me?
Jake doesn't think about Sunghoon. He swears if he repeats it enough it'll be true.
His stomach caves in suddenly when his orgasm washes over him unexpectedly, and the sheer force of it makes him stumble. He shamefully looks down with his forehead pressed against the tiles and he dedicates the disgusting cumshot being washed down the wall to all the unspoken words, all the secret stares filled with raw desire, all the hidden feelings. It's gross and beautiful at the same time, just like all the things he wants to do to Sunghoon.
As his thumb rubs over some leftover cum against the tiles, Jake imagines he's smearing it into Sunghoon's cheek instead, and he frowns. Not because he hates the idea, but because he loves it too much—enough to be infuriated by it.
The dangerous curiosity in him wants to find out if it's just him that thinks about Sunghoon like this, but he realizes the answer would kill him, for more reasons than one. He brushes the thought off and tries calming himself down before stepping out, head spinning at the mere thought of someone asking if the water was scalding hot to make his cheeks burn so bright, acting as if the water somehow managed to wash his obsession down the drain.
Park Sunghoon, why can't you be mine?
♡ ♡ ♡
"I've been feeling alright lately."
There's a soft smile on Jungwon's face, but Sunghoon can see right through it.
"I'm serious, no need to worry."
"I worry about you because I care," Sunghoon emphasizes the word care, resting his arm over Jungwon's shoulders and softly nudging him from the side. He's warm, inviting, smells amazing—Jungwon is overwhelmed, as per usual. "You can always let me know if you need something."
Jungwon considers it but can't muster up the courage to do or say anything else, so he just nods. Carefully, he offers another soft smile to really seal the deal.
He wishes Sunghoon wouldn't care.
It's always those soft lips pursing in concern when Jungwon is too exhausted to move after a concert. It's always those delicate yet strong hands rubbing deep circles into his muscles when Jungwon is sore. It's always that sweet voice telling him it's all gonna be alright when they're lying wide awake at three in the morning on a day they know is packed with schedules. It's always those piercing eyes through the mirrors as they're getting their hair and makeup done, that pretty smile on his face as he mouths a you're handsome his way.
Jungwon wishes he could change the outcome of the final lineup of his group. Not because he dislikes Sunghoon, but because sometimes he fears he likes him too much.
He tries to deafen his thoughts when he bites down into a used t-shirt, hard, making sure zero sounds spill past his lips as he rapidly jerks off under his blanket, phone in hand. Sunghoon's fancam is high definition, perfectly zoomed in to focus on his whole body, and Jungwon barely lasts through the whole video. Sometimes he'll watch through close ups of Sunghoon's face, and he always makes sure to close his eyes when he comes, mostly out of embarrassment.
It's just not normal, he thinks, chest rising and falling through labored breaths as he lies in bed after. He always likes to think it's a dream and that he never actually did that, but it's hard when he's still jittery and sensitive—it's too real.
"Please," Jungwon finds himself whining into his arm softly while he's thrashing around in bed, begging when he doesn't even know why. Jungwon is showing weakness. "Sunghoon hyung— "
Sometimes, Jungwon wishes he would take all Sunghoon is willing to give. He wonders how far Sunghoon would be willing to go if Jungwon climbs into his bed at night and whines into his neck that he's needy, rubbing into his side like an animal. In his fantasies, Sunghoon ends up giving him the sloppiest and dirtiest head of his life, drool dripping down his chin and fingers as he uses both hands while he presses his lips to the tip—other times, he presses down into Sunghoon's lower back with his palms and he fucks him right there, as deep as he possibly can until he hears Sunghoon say his name, watching Sunghoon squirm under him and hoping the others eventually catch on.
Jungwon would feel fucking guilty, but maybe pulling the leader card on Sunghoon would work and he would be freed from this torment of wanting something he just can't seem to have. Jungwon wishes he could speak up, but when Sunghoon looks into his eyes he falters and swallows down all his words. Again, and again, and again.
Someday, perhaps, but not today.
♡ ♡ ♡
"You shouldn't overthink things," Sunoo's eyes are soft and almost pleading as he rests his warm hand on Heeseung's shoulder. "You think too much."
"How do you know?" Heeseung mutters out, mostly to himself, but Sunoo's soft chuckle makes his eyes flicker up towards him. He doesn't even want to hear the answer.
"You literally think out loud."
Fuck.
That's dangerous, Heeseung thinks, offering Sunoo a soft smile and disguising his panic with appreciation for being comforted in such a way. Sunoo's soft hand moves to rest on his exposed shoulder and Heeseung tenses up. He was already on edge, but this just made it a whole lot worse.
Sunoo wasn't wrong, and that fucking hurts. Heeseung overthinks a lot, stresses himself out way more than he should. He's always wandering deep into his own thoughts, and most of them would make his friends tell him to relax and take one day at a time, but these thoughts—these would garner real concern, he's sure of it.
Lately, Heeseung can only think about Sunghoon. Sunghoon, Sunghoon, Sunghoon.
Sunghoon’s demeanor, his voice, the way he laughs, the way he looks at him, that little glint in his eyes. Sunghoon and how he dances, Sunghoon and how he barely wears enough clothing around the dorm. All of that and more, as embarrassing and excruciating as it may be.
He’s not sure when this started or why, but it’s getting a bit out of hand. Doing this once? Sure, he can let that slide. Doing this time and time again? Not quite. Much to his dismay, he catches himself lost in desperate and troubling thoughts that all revolve around him —more often than he would like to admit.
At times, for example, he thinks about Sunghoon’s hands. Soft skin, slender fingers, perfectly manicured nails. Nice to stare at, nice to hold, nice to be touched by. They’re as delicate as him, and that’s both the most beautiful and most troublesome thing ever.
When Heeseung imagines those nails leaving angry red lines down his back or chest, he always needs to bite his lip to avoid making any embarrassing sounds. He’s forced to cross his legs like a fucking virgin , cock twitching pathetically at the thought of those hands all over him. Hands wrapped around his neck, hands tangled in his hair, hands holding on to his shoulders desperately.
In Heeseung’s sick mind, a single thought of Sunghoon multiplies exponentially, and soon he’s imagining all the terrible things he would do to him in very painfully vivid detail. Thoughts about just Sunghoon’s pretty hands evolve suddenly into thoughts of Sunghoon’s hands pinned behind his back while he gets split open by Heeseung, muffled moans and gasps so pretty yet vile while his fingers twitch and—fuck.
Seriously, fuck Park Sunghoon.
Truthfully, Heeseung shouldn’t be too surprised that this ended up happening. Considering how often he’s been thinking about Sunghoon, the only surprise is that it didn’t happen sooner . That hurts to say, but Heeseung refuses to lie to himself any further.
His heart is racing dangerously while he’s kneeled on his own bed behind Sunghoon, one hand placed on his hip while the other spreads him open, careful.
Heeseung doesn’t know who’s shaking more—if Sunghoon from stimulation or himself in anticipation.
He’s three thick fingers in, and fuck, he feels his mouth water as he watches Sunghoon take it, hole clenching around his fingers, and it feels so hot and tight he thinks he could pass out, doesn't know how many strokes he'll manage to get in before he's spilling all over the fucking bed and the both of them.
When Sunghoon spreads his thighs further and whines into the pillow clutched in his arms, begging for more, Heeseung has to stop himself from moaning, because how fucking embarrassing would it be to moan while fingering Sunghoon? Jesus Christ, you're the one who's about to fuck him, not the other way around.
“So good, hyung—” Sunghoon's voice sounds strained, muffled against the pillow, and the little hitch in his voice at the end of the phrase makes Heeseung bite back what would most definitely be an embarrassingly loud moan.
When he catches himself holding back cries and whines at just the mere thought of being inside Sunghoon in the next few seconds, that’s when he knows he’s been craving this for way too fucking long. It was driving him insane and he finally reached the long awaited breaking point.
"I've been waiting for this," Heeseung manages to confess, sighing shakily as he pulls his fingers out, eyes glued to the way Sunghoon's now empty hole clenches around nothing. He wants it, needs it. His body is begging for Heeseung to fuck it. "Having you here, all for myself."
"Yeah?" Sunghoon asks seductively, and Heeseung can't see him but he could hear the smile in his voice. He knows he's feeding right into it, stumbling down into Sunghoon's narcissistic trap, telling him just what he wants to hear. Heeseung can't bring himself to care, not when he's inches away from his dream of burying himself deep into Sunghoon.
"Take it then."
Those words were all Heeseung needed to hear. His chest is rising and falling rapidly as he takes labored breaths, ripping open the condom packet and slipping it on in swiftly, pupils dilated as his eyes keep bouncing between his cock and Sunghoon.
He's got Sunghoon, the prettiest man he's ever seen, spread over his mattress while everyone else is asleep. Hole stretched, cheeks flushed, skin hot. Sunghoon is telling him to take it, to let it all out. That Sunghoon. No fucking way.
"I will." Heeseung sounds nervous, thinking it over three times before delivering a slap to Sunghoon's ass, fingernails digging into Sunghoon's side as the latter lets out a hushed hiss at the sting. He sounds pretty even when he's in pain.
"You want the others to find out so bad, don't you?" Sunghoon asks as Heeseung opens up his small bottle of lube, peering over his own shoulder to watch how frantic and desperate he looks. "Want them to know you got me first?"
"No," Heeseung lies, trying to keep a straight face as he lines up with Sunghoon's hole, thighs shaking. Yes, let them all know. Let them all be so jealous it fucking kills them. "You want them to find out, not me."
Sunghoon giggles at that, and Heeseung bites down hard into his bottom lip as he takes advantage of the moment to slip the tip of his cock in, turning Sunghoon's little giggle into a sound of pain at the sudden stretch.
"Maybe you're right," Sunghoon manages to whine out, letting his jaw fall open as Heeseung slowly pushes more of himself inside. "That would be fun."
"Shut the fuck up," Heeseung whines out, angry because Sunghoon feels as perfect around his cock as he looks. Just as tight and warm and inviting as he always imagined, it's just not fair. "They can never know."
Sunghoon claws at the sheets tangled below him as Heeseung pulls out slowly, and his words fail to match his actions.
"Why, though? Wouldn't it be fun if Jake came to pay us a visit right now?"
Heeseung groans, pushing down on Sunghoon's back to push him further into the bed in a weak attempt to shut him up. Sunghoon laughs into the pillow and it turns into a grunt the moment Heeseung thrusts hard into him, grip on his hip unrelenting. Heeseung has his eyes closed, can't even fucking look down at Sunghoon as he fucks him open, and he's thinking about it, Jake watching. His stomach twists in pleasure.
"Would he love it," Sunghoon pants out as Heeseung slams his hips against his reddened cheeks again, more force in his movements with each stroke. "Or hate it?"
Heeseung doesn't know, fuck—he can't even think—but unexplainable pride blooms from deep inside his chest cavity, because out of all the boys that could be spreading Sunghoon open and fucking him pliant into a mattress, he's the one doing so. Sunghoon is much more beautiful like this, when he's trapped under Heeseung, subject to whatever he plans on giving him. Sunghoon is much more beautiful when he's not the one in control.
"He'd, I don't know, do you ever just keep quiet—" Heeseung groans out, face hot, repositioning his knees so he can pound into Sunghoon deeper, make sure Sunghoon never forgets this. Make sure that whenever their eyes meet, Sunghoon thinks of this.
"He'd hate it," Sunghoon concludes with a pleased sigh, reaching under his upper body to touch himself, turning his head to the side so he can watch Heeseung with the corner of his eye.
He would, Heeseung knows. He's not fucking stupid. Jake looks at Sunghoon when nobody is watching, probably dreams of calling Sunghoon his. Jake would give anything to be in his spot, Heeseung can tell.
"Do you think he could fuck me better than you?"
Heeseung halts, hunching over as he lets out a shaky moan through gritted teeth because holy fuck, that's hot.
"No." His response is short and rough after composing himself, looking up through his bangs to watch as Sunghoon stretches his arms back and over his own lower back. Surely an invitation, an offer to take as much as he wants.
"Prove it."
Heeseung doesn't know what happened next. He's not sure if he pinned Sunghoon's arms to his back painfully to hear him squeal, if he fucked him to the point of deliriousness, if he came inside of Sunghoon or all over his lower back. He just knows his eyes shoot open and he's gasping for air, drenched in sweat, and—
Fuck. His shorts feel gross and sticky.
Heeseung covers his eyes with his arm, heart pounding against his chest. Sunghoon has taken over his thoughts and his dreams now too, and as painful as that is, he can't help but smile. He's dirty, somehow still horny, and embarrassed. Still, he got to have a taste of Sunghoon before anyone else, even if just through a dream. A win is a win.
♡ ♡ ♡
"I think you're in love with yourself."
With his head tilted back as he took a swig from his overly sweet soda, Sunghoon's eyes flickered to the side. It's been a while, but Sunghoon still remembers those words, still remembers that day. He can still hear them, loud and clear as if he were still there. One of his closest friends from highschool was sitting next to him, sharing some earphones as they listened to music at the court on lunch break. It was fairly hot that day, and Sunghoon was checking his reflection in a pocket mirror from time to time, combing his dark hair back and away from his face with his fingers to avoid it from getting sweaty.
His skin was clear, his features were near perfect, his hair looked great, and is seemed like he was fucking glowing. In the middle of a school day, while everything around them smelled like sweat and everyone looked greasy and exhausted. His friend pouted in jealousy.
"No, I'm not."
Sunghoon felt terrible for lying, deciding on brushing past the subject instead, ignoring how a group of girls passed by and giggled into the sleeves of their sweaters as they looked into his eyes. Ignoring how good it felt, how it made his heart skip a beat.
Now, years later, Sunghoon feels comfortable with being brutally honest. He likes the eyebrow raises, the scoffs he's able to get from his best friends, the harsh shoves he receives out of jealousy and disbelief, albeit playfully.
"Yeah, I am," Sunghoon smiles now when Jay mutters out the exact same statement his friend did years back, arms crossed over his chest. "Have you seen me?"
"Fuck you."
You wanna? I dare you.
The words sit at the tip of Sunghoon's tongue, but he throws a grin Jay's way instead. Jay stares straight into his eyes, as if he were challenging him. He's realized leaving him hanging infuriates him further, and Sunghoon loves every fucking second of it.
Now that he's in his twenties, Sunghoon doesn't just love himself . He loves the fact that everyone else seems to be in love with him, too. He loves the frustrated look on Jungwon's face when he easily nails a move everyone had been struggling with for a while, he loves Sunoo's gasps when he sees how prettily tight shirts wrap around his slim waist, he loves how Heeseung asks him for advice embarrassingly on how to look good in editorial shoots—he loves all of it.
He loves the feeling of being sought after, desired, wanted, needed. He likes to tease, loves it when Jay shoves him around and treats him rough, loves that he can perfectly tell what Jay is thinking:
How can I break something so pretty?
The thought alone makes him tense up, leaning back against the palms of his hands as he spreads his thighs apart, staring into his own eyes through the mirror—he pictures Jay's powerful, dark gaze meeting his own, like Jay usually stares at him when he's pissed off, and he inadvertently groans softly. It's not embarrassing anymore, not when he thinks about how Jay looks at him sometimes. The only word he can describe the look on his face is hungry, and Sunghoon knows Jay thinks about fucking him. He has to. The tension is too much to ignore.
Sunghoon loves it too much to describe. Jay looks at him like he's everything he's ever wanted, but he probably also wants to spit on his face, and that makes the thought even more delightful.
You deserve it. For being pretty and knowing it, too.
Jay wouldn't be able to hold back. That's how Sunghoon likes to imagine him based on the dynamic between them. Rough, downright animalistic—that's how he pictures Jay would fuck him, as if he were getting back at him for something.
Sunghoon gulps, shaky hands reaching down to pull his pants off sooner than he thought. He's sitting on his bed, wearing nothing but a thin white shirt that hangs prettily off his shoulder and his black sweats, but it feels like he's sitting in a fucking sauna. His skin is hot and his cheeks are flushed, and he softly smiles while biting down into his bottom lip. He's hot and bothered because he's thinking about how badly Jay wants him, how badly he probably wants to be the first to humble Sunghoon and pound some manners into him.
He was lucky to even get the room to himself, hiding behind a façade of tiredness to slip in and lock the door behind him, even if just for a little. He'll make sure to make the most of it, as quietly as he can. He's a fucking narcissist, through and through, but he would never let them know it gets to this—he would never tell a soul he gets off while thinking about how they all probably want to defile him.
It's easy to rile Sunghoon up, but it would be a tragedy if the others find out. He just can't have it.
"You look so pretty," Heeseung had commented barely above a whisper, eyes taking in Sunghoon's whole body. Innocently, most likely, but God—Sunghoon wishes it would've been with all the ill intent in the world. "We're at home, how do you look so good?"
Sunghoon gulped, choked up by the fact that Heeseung just called him pretty, but he wasn't gonna let it show.
"Hyung, do you like looking at me this much?"
Heeseung let out a mix of a gasp and an embarrassed laugh, hand reaching towards the back of his neck awkwardly as Sunghoon continued.
"It can be our little secret."
That was all it took. Sunghoon could feel himself getting hard after his short encounter with Heeseung, and he closes his eyes as he wonders how it made Heeseung feel. He hopes, above all else, that Heeseung is thinking about it right now, too. He hopes Heeseung is currently stroking himself through his pants, hopes Heeseung is daydreaming about fucking his face.
He's too fucking pretty, even at home. Wouldn't he look prettier with cock down his throat?
Sunghoon would suck Heeseung off fast and dirty, making sure to make a big mess to watch Heeseung lose all composure.
"Unbelievable," Heeseung would whine out, breathless. "You've never looked prettier."
Sunghoon groans at the thought, body growing hot all over, Heeseung's voice echoing through his thoughts as he pulls his shirt over his head to expose his torso. He stares at himself through the mirror for a few seconds, taking it all in, and all of a sudden he can see Sunoo's hands trailing over his skin, tracing all his muscles with softness that is near unbearable. His jaw drops unconsciously because Sunoo would be peeking over his shoulder as he sinks his teeth into his skin, watching him lose himself to the pleasure through the mirror's reflection and fuck—Sunghoon is throbbing.
He would give anything to have Sunoo worship him, to have his skin all over his own and hear him plead. Sunghoon likes to think Sunoo dreams about him, although he would never show it. In his head, Sunoo would let him do anything. The thought is exciting to the point where Sunghoon hurriedly shoves his hand into his pants to palm himself over his boxers as a shiver runs through his body.
"Hyung," Sunoo would begin, sweaty arms wrapped around Sunghoon's neck as he looks up at him through his bangs, cheeks flushed and pupils blown out. He would rock back and forth in his lap, hard, making sure the friction drives them both absolutely mad. "I've been wanting you for so long."
Sunghoon lets out a combination of a grunt and stop, touching himself through his underwear with more fervor now. He's been craving release ever since he exchanged words with Heeseung, but coming up with these on the spot is not helping at all. He doesn't see just himself through the mirror now, and although he doesn't like not being the center of attention, he can't be upset—not when it's Heeseung's hips, Jay's arms, Sunoo's eyes, Jungwon's—
Jungwon.
Sunghoon can't help it anymore, so he lifts up his hips to pull both his sweats and boxers in one go, and holy fuck. He's ridiculously hard, cock springing up to hit his abdomen and dirty it with precum. He watches it happen through the mirror too, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
"Can I, please?" Jungwon is looking at him with his pleading kitten eyes, batting his eyelashes how he knows will do the trick, and Sunghoon would nod, swallowing down the lump in his throat. Jungwon would lose all sense of self-control, prodding and touching Sunghoon all over like he owns him to watch him react. He would straddle his chest, rub the tip of his cock against Sunghoon's lips as he takes in how beautiful Sunghoon is, and it would be excruciatingly good.
Jungwon would beg to fuck him, just once hyung, please, and Sunghoon doesn't know if the thought terrifies him or excites him, but he would immediately give in. It's too hard to refuse when they're practically at his knees.
Sunghoon is still staring at himself through the mirror, fingers pressing into his thighs. He's been teasing himself for what has now felt like hours, refusing to touch himself to his thoughts. He wants to make this last. However, when he pictures Jake barging in and catching him naked, cock hard and leaking all over himself, he can't help it.
In a second, Sunghoon shakily reaches down to grab the lotion he hid under his bed and pumps it into the palm of his hand. He wraps his fingers around his shaft and his legs instinctively squeeze in towards the center, and he feels pathetic.
Jake would be in awe, cheeks flushed as he watches, but he wouldn't be able to walk away. Sunghoon knows.
"Jake," Sunghoon would gasp, eyes softening and glimmering as he looks right into Jake's own. "Help me, please. "
Sunghoon has always known it wouldn't take much to make Jake his. He just likes the attention he gets without giving anything in return. Call him twisted, but it's too much fun, pretending he doesn't know what Jake thinks when Sunghoon wears something revealing, when he accidentally walks into the shower and catches a glimpse of Sunghoon's figure, when Sunghoon's hand lingers on his upper thigh for too long on their way to a schedule.
Jake would fold near immediately, hurriedly stripping as he stumbles over his words and his clothes while asking what this is all about. Sunghoon would make sure to give Jake the best fuck of his life, curving his back perfectly, wrapping his legs around Jake's waist, pulling at his hair to hear him grunt—Sunghoon would be his perfect little fuckdoll.
"Take some pics," he would whine, smiling into the bedsheets as Jake groans at his crude words. Sunghoon knows just how to lure Jake into his trap, knows what to say to turn Jake into an absolute mess. In no time, he would hear the snap of Jake's camera, and Sunghoon would be taken aback as Jake fucks into him harder then, stronger. Sunghoon would squeal, digging his face further into the mattress to hide his big smile.
Sunghoon doesn't know when it got so damn vivid, but before he knows it he's fucking up into his fist at a rhythm that is too much to handle, and he knows he's going to cum soon. He drops his head and grunts softly with every upward push of his hips, wondering if anyone has their ear pressed to the door outside. Instead of his dainty fingers, he pictures Jake's fingers wrapped around his length, shorter and more calloused with his pink knuckles and trimmed nails and—
Sunghoon lets out a soft whine through gritted teeth, head snapping back up so he can stare at himself again. He needs it. A sheer layer of sweat covers his body, and his face is flushed nearly beyond recognition. When he takes a good long look at himself, his whole frame shaking with how fast and hard he's getting himself off, he understands how they feel.
I would fuck myself, too.
Call it absurd, but Sunghoon knows he would be delightful to fuck into. Long legs, soft skin, a pretty face to tie it all together. He knows he's tight, would probably clench around his own cock just right. It's strange, sure, but Sunghoon would give anything to properly fuck himself, know how it would feel for the other members.
In a moment of raw impulsiveness, Sunghoon pushes himself forward and slides down onto his knees, as close to the mirror as he possibly can. It's so much better here, so much more clear. His veins are bulging, his muscles are flexing, his skin is reddened in arousal. Sunghoon leans his face in then, takes a good look at the moles on his face, his chiseled nose, his lips and how fucking kissable they look—
Without realizing it, he's leaning forward even further, tongue out, as if to lick into his own mouth through the mirror. As he approaches his own reflection, he catches one more good glimpse of his current form. The way he's hunched over, stroking himself to completion, about to make out with his own reflection—it's suddenly too much for him to handle. Before he makes it he breaks, his forehead pressing against the glass as he brings up a hand to slap against his mouth hurriedly. His body convulses uncontrollably, cum splattering onto the mirror before him, moans muffled by the palm of his hand.
He's shaking hard, body still unbearably sensitive as he tries recovering his breath without being too loud, feeling drops of sweat roll down his back from the sheer force of his orgasm, and all it took was a look in the mirror. Perhaps five pairs of eyes staring right back at him, too.
The mess of cum is dripping down the mirror, and Sunghoon turns his head as he watches it happen. Somehow, the image is still pretty. He has no choice but to use his own shirt to wipe up the mess, and the mirror still looks cloudy, but he still feels too high to care. He randomly grabs a shirt from the top of the bed, and after a good look at it he realizes it's not even his.
Dirty, sweaty, with his hands still sticky, after all he'd just done—he confidently slips the shirt on. Surely the owner won't mind.