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heeseung (block, ignore, DONT ANSWER)
i'm on my way to your apartment.
Jake stared at the text on his phone, his fingers clenching at his sides as he struggled to find the words to respond. It had been months since he and Heeseung had broken up, it had been weeks since the last time they talked.
But that hadn't stopped Heeseung from creeping his way back into Jake's life, sending those cryptic messages at all hours of the night. The way Heeseung moved, the way he looked at Jake, it was all so familiar and yet so foreign at the same time.
Jake huffed out a breath and turned his phone off, stuffing it into his pocket. He sat there, in the dark, staring at the ceiling, thinking about their last encounter. It had been so unlike any of their other hookups. It was almost as if they were trying to hurt each other, or maybe themselves. Maybe they were just trying to prove something.
Heeseung had been more rough than usual, his movements jerky and his breath hot against Jake's neck. It was almost as if he was trying to punish Jake for something, or maybe himself. After it was all over, they both lay there in silence, their chests heaving with the effort of exertion. Jake could feel the sweat trickling down his back, pooling between his shoulder blades. He wanted to reach out and touch Heeseung, to smooth back the damp hair from his forehead, but he didn't dare.
Heeseung left without a word, and that was the last time Jake had heard from him. For the next few days, Jake found himself constantly checking his phone, waiting for that familiar name to pop up on the screen. But it never did. He kept telling himself that it was for the best, that they were better off apart. Yet, every time he closed his eyes at night, he could still feel the weight of Heeseung's body pressed against his, the heat of his skin burning into his memory.
It was then that he realized that he couldn't move on, that he couldn't give himself to someone else when all he really wanted was Heeseung. It was a twisted sort of obsession, he knew, but he couldn't help it. The way Heeseung made him feel, the way they fit together, it was addicting. It was like a drug, and he was hooked.
But Heeseung hadn't thought the same all those months ago, had he? Jake could still remember the way his eyes had lit up whenever he spoke about other people, the way he would casually mention hookups and one-night stands as if he and Jake's relationship hadn't mattered. It had been like a dagger to the heart every time, and it was clear that Heeseung hadn't cared. He had been ready to move on, to find someone better, someone who would give him the attention he so desperately craved.
But now, here he was again, crawling back into Jake's life like a lost puppy. Jake knew he shouldn't take him back, knew that it would only be another cycle of pain and heartache. But he couldn't help himself. Heeseung was his kryptonite, his drug of choice, and no matter how much it hurt him, no matter how many times he swore it would be the last time, he always found himself drawn back in.
The more time passed, the more Jake found himself responding to those cryptic messages, the more he found himself anticipating the next time they would meet. It was a sick cycle, one that he was powerless to escape. He knew that deep down, Heeseung was still the same person he had always been: selfish, careless, and incapable of truly loving anyone but himself. But Jake couldn't seem to help himself. He was addicted to the way it felt to be wanted by him, even if it was only for a moment.
He knew he should just block Heeseung's number, delete his contact information, and move on with his life. He had a good job, friends, and a family who loved him. But the thought of never seeing Heeseung again seemed almost unbearable.
So Jake found himself, once again, trudging towards the bathroom. Take a shower, get nice and dolled up only to have it all ruined when Heeseung shoves his face into his bed sheets and fucks him. He curses under his breath, his fingers trembling as he strips himself of his clothes. He didn't know why he let himself fall for this guy again. It was pathetic.
He climbs into the shower, letting the hot water wash over him. He scrubs and scrubs, even going as far as to clean himself down there, even though he knows that Heeseung won't care. It's a futile gesture, he knows, but it makes him feel a little better.
When he's finally clean, he dries off and stands in front of the mirror, studying his reflection. He looks good, even if he does feel a little worn down. He runs a comb through his hair, careful to make sure it's perfect. He slips into his favorite oversized hoodie and cropped shorts, just like Heeseung likes. He can almost feel him there, pressing against his back, whispering dirty things in his ear.
He finds himself back on the couch, sipping on a cup of ginger tea as he waits. The seconds tick by, and his patience begins to wear thin. He's been through this so many times before, and each time, it gets harder to willingly put himself through this torture. But somehow, he always finds the strength to do it. Maybe it's because he can't help but hope that this time will be different, that Heeseung will finally see him for who he is and want more than just a meaningless hookup.
A knock sounds at the door, and his heart leaps into his throat. He quickly jumps to his feet and sets his half empty cup on the coffee table, hurrying over to open it. There he is, standing on the other side of the door, looking just as handsome as ever. Heeseung's lips curve into a small smirk as he pushes his way inside, shutting the door behind him.
He doesn't even give Jake time to greet him as he grasps him by the front of his hoodie and pulls him in, smashing their lips together in a hot, wet kiss. Jake's back hits the wall, his legs parting instinctively as Heeseung pushes himself closer, his hips grinding against Jake's. He moans into the kiss, feeling Heeseung's tongue slide against his own, their mouths opening and closing in perfect synchronization.
His hands stay at his sides, too afraid to touch him without permission. Afraid to do anything that might remind Heeseung of just how much of a loser he is. He doesn't deserve someone like him, not when he can't even manage to hold his own in a relationship.
Heeseung finally pulls away, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he studies Jake's face. He wipes at his own mouth and grimaces. "I thought I told you not to drink ginger tea when you're with me," he says, his voice slightly accusing.
"I forgot," Jake murmurs, looking down at the floor. "I'm sorry." He hates how pathetic he sounds, how desperate it makes him seem. He wants to be strong for Heeseung, to make him proud, but every time he tries, he just ends up feeling more and more like a mess.
Heeseung steps closer, towering over him. "On your knees," he commands, and Jake doesn't even think about hesitating. He sinks down to the floor, his heart pounding in his chest as he looks up at Heeseung through his fringe.
"Good puppy," Heeseung whispers, a smirk tugging at his lips. He slowly unbuttons his jeans, revealing the black boxer briefs beneath. Jake can feel his heart hammering in his chest as he stares at Heeseung's crotch, biting down on his cheek to keep the drool that's pooling underneath his tongue from spilling onto the floor.
Heeseung steps closer, looming over him, and his hips thrust forward, the bulge at his crotch pressing against Jake's nose. "You know what to do, pup," he says, his voice low and commanding. Jake nods, taking a deep breath as he leans in, his lips brushing against the fabric of Heeseung's boxers. He hesitates for a moment, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his length beneath. He takes another breath, feeling the familiar ache in his chest as he closes his eyes and inhales the scent of him.
His fingers curl around the waistband of Heeseung's boxer briefs, tugging them down just enough to free his cock. The heat of his skin against his lips sends a shiver down Jake's spine as he takes Heeseung's cock into his hand, gently stroking up and down. He looks up at Heeseung, watching as his eyes flutter closed and his head falls back, a deep and guttural groan spilling from his mouth.
"That's it, pup," Heeseung breathes, his hands finding purchase in Jake's hair. "You're doing so good." Jake nods, feeling a mixture of pride and desire surge through him as he continues to stroke Heeseung, his grip firmer now, his fingers finding rhythm. He looks up at Heeseung, their eyes locked as he leans in, taking the head of Heeseung's cock into his mouth.
The taste of him fills his mouth, and he sucks gently, moaning around him. He feels Heeseung's hips jerk forward, pressing deeper, and he hums, relishing the sensation of being so close to him. His other hand reaches up, cupping Heeseung's hip, guiding him, urging him to go deeper still.
He looks up, meeting his eyes as they flutter closed, his lips parted in a small 'o'. Jake can feel the tension building inside him, the need to please, the desire to make Heeseung feel good. He focuses on the way Heeseung's cock feels in his hand, the way it throbs against his tongue, the way his hips rock forward.
He hears a low groan escape Heeseung's throat, and it only encourages him to go faster, to take more of him. He feels Heeseung's hands grip his hair tighter, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper into his mouth. The taste of him is intoxicating, and Jake can't help but moan around him, feeling the sensation of being so close to Heeseung, of being able to make him feel this way.
As he continues to suck and stroke, he watches the expression on his face change from pleasure to something deeper, something almost possessive. He sees the way his eyes flutter open as he stares down at Jake, the way his jaw tightens, and it only serves to make him want to please him more.
Heeseung grips his hair, pulling him flush against his cock as he begins to thrust up into his mouth. "Fuck, yes," he groans, his hips moving faster. Jake feels his tongue slide along the underside of Heeseung's length, tasting the salty precum that seeps from the slit. He moans around him, feeling the pressure building inside himself as he focuses on pleasing Heeseung.
His other hand slides around Heeseung's stomach, finding his bare lower back, and he begins to lightly scrape his nails across the soft skin, relishing in the low grunt it brings from Heeseung. He feels Heeseung's hips jerk forward again, his cock thrusting deeper into Jake's mouth.
Jake's free hand moves up, cupping Heeseung's heavy balls, rolling them gently between his fingers. He feels them tighten, and he knows that he's close. He looks up at Heeseung, their gazes locked as he continues to pleasure him.
His tongue flicks at the head of Heeseung's cock, tasting the salt on his skin, and he feels Heeseung's hips jerk violently forward, pushing deeper into his mouth as white, hot liquid spills down his throat. He moans around him, feeling the heat of his release, the thickness of it as it coats his tongue and fills his mouth.
"Don't let any of it spill," Heesung groans, his voice strained as he holds onto Jake's hair, his cock still pulsing in Jake's mouth. He feels the warmth of Jake's breath on his skin, the softness of his lips as they move against him.
After a minute of heavy breathing he slides out of Jake's mouth, feeling his cock twitch and throb as it slips free. He looks down at Jake, panting, his chest heaving as he pulls him onto his feet by his hair. "Jump," he commands as he grabs the underside of Jake's thighs.
Jake jumps slightly, his arms circling Heeseung's neck as the older man grasps his thighs and lifts him into his arms. He buries his face in Heeseung's neck as he walks toward the bedroom, feeling the heat of his skin and the steady beat of his heart beneath his ear. He can still taste the saltiness of Heeseung's cum on his lips and tongue, and he savors the lingering sensation as he's carried, their bodies pressed together.
He yelps softly when Heeseung throws him onto the bed, the older man's weight pressing him into the mattress. He feels the air rush out of his lungs as he lands on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his heart racing. He feels Heeseung move between his spread legs, pulling his shorts and boxers off in one smooth motion.
"On your hands and knees." Heesung commands, his voice rough as he grips Jake's hips and helps flip him over. Jake feels himself land roughly on his hands and knees, the soft mattress digging into his palms as he stares down at the bed, his cock already hardening at the feel of Heeseung behind him. He feels the older man's hands on his hips, spreading him wider as he lines himself up. There's a brief, blissful moment of pressure as Heeseung presses the head of his cock against Jake's entrance, and then he thrusts hard, forcing himself inside.
"W-wait," Jake gasps, his voice muffled into the pillow. Even though he had stretched himself earlier, he wasn't prepared for the feel of Heeseung filling him. The older man's hands squeeze his hips, and he bites down on his lip as Heeseung begins to thrust slowly, in and out, their bodies slapping together in perfect rhythm. The friction feels incredible, and Jake can feel every inch of Heeseung's length stretching him, making him feel so full and wanted.
"Take it, Jake, like the good little slut you are." Heeseung growls, slamming into him roughly as he fucks him with long, powerful strokes. Jake feels his body quiver with each thrust, his cock aching with the need to come. He can feel the wetness between his legs where they're pressed together, the slickness of their combined moisture as Heeseung fucks him harder. He can't believe how good it feels, how much he wants it.
"Please," Jake gasps, arching his back as Heeseung slams into him harder, his hips moving in perfect rhythm with the older man's thrusts. It hurts, and Jake knows that his ass is gonna sting for weeks, but he doesn't care. He needs this, he wants this. He feels so wanted, so desired.
"Good little dog." Heeesung growls against Jake's neck, thrusting harder as his hips slap against his ass. Jake feels like he's on the edge, the pleasure building inside him as he's pounded into the mattress. "You love it when your master takes you like this, don't you?" Heeseung's fingers dig into his hips, pulling him back onto his cock with each thrust. "You're mine, Jake. You'll always be mine. I'll fucking kill you if you ever let anyone else touch you like this."
He moans, arching his back as he feels Heeseung hit his prostate, sending waves of pleasure washing over him. "Yes, Heeseung," he gasps, his voice breaking. "Only you. I'm yours." Heeseung growls, his hips moving faster as he takes Jake roughly, his thrusts deep and powerful.
The bed squeaks beneath them as they move together, sweat dripping from their bodies. Heeseung's hand comes down hard on Jake's ass, and he yelps, the sting mixing with the pleasure. It feels so good to belong to someone like this, to know that Heeseung is the one who controls him, who makes him feel this way.
"You're mine," Heeseung growls, thrusting harder, his hips slapping against Jake's ass. "You'll always be mine, and no one else will ever touch you like this." He slides a hand between them, roughly massaging Jake's cock as he continues to fuck him. Jake feels the familiar tightening in his gut, the urge to come building up inside him.
"Please, Heeseung," he gasps, arching his back as he feels his orgasm building, "I'm going to cum." Heeseung's thrusts speed up, his hand tightening on Jake's cock, his other hand digging into his hip. "Oh god!" Jake cries out, his body shuddering as he comes, hot cum spilling over Heesung's hand and onto the sheets below.
Heeseung growls, thrusting hard one last time as he comes as well, his body tensing above Jake's. He collapses onto Jake's sweat-slick back, their bodies still joined together as they catch their breath. Jake feels a combination of pain and pleasure radiating through him, his ass aching from the rough sex, but his heart filled with a sense of belonging and love for Heeseung.
Jake groans as Heeseung pulls out of him, feeling empty and aching. He rolls over to face the older man as he sits on the edge of the bed, their chests heaving together. "Are- are you leaving?"
"I have a date in twenty minutes," Heeseung answers roughly, running a hand through his hair.
"So, you came here just to get some action from me?" Jake asks, hurt coloring his voice. "What? Are you going to screw your date too?"
Heeseung looks at him coldly. "You should be grateful that I gave you any attention at all."
Jake feels a sting in his chest at the older man's words. He looks away, trying to hide the hurt in his eyes. "I- I am. I just... I thought we were... more."
"More? We broke up months ago, Jake." Heeseung sighs, shaking his head. "You're just my toy now. Something I use when I need a good fuck, and then I go back to my real life."
"Get out." Jake says quietly.
"What?" Heeseung snaps.
"I said get the fuck out!" Jake yells, the anger and hurt boiling over. "You can't just use me and then toss me aside like I'm nothing!" Heeseung's eyes widen in surprise at the outburst, and Jake feels a twisted satisfaction from seeing the older man thrown off-balance. "I deserve better than this! I deserve better than you!"
Heesung's expression hardens, and he stands up, towering over Jake. "Fine. Have it your way." He pulls on his pants, not bothering to dress properly, and then stomps to the door, yanking it open. "But you'll regret this, Jake. You'll see."
"Fuck you. Don't bother coming back." Jake yells after Heesung, trying to keep his voice steady as he slams the door shut. He curls up into a ball on the bed, tears streaming down his face. He feels so used, so disposable. He wipes away the tears and tries to compose himself, but the hurt only grows worse.
He knew how it was, yet it still managed to hurt just as badly. Jake's heart ached as he lay there on the bed, the sheets cool against his sweaty skin. Heesung was gone, and it felt like a physical weight had been lifted from his chest. He didn't need the older man anymore.
But why did Heesung come in the first place? Jake couldn't help but wonder. It wasn't like he was the only guy around who could give him a good time. There were plenty of other guys who would jump at the chance to be with him. Maybe Heesung just wanted to hurt him, to make him feel like he still cared. Or maybe it was just for the sex, the way it had been when they were together.
Jake rolls over and pulls the covers up over his head, trying to forget about Heeseung.
Fuck him. I'll be fine without him.