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PROLOGUE
‘‘You having fun pissing me off? You want me to fuck the shit out of you so bad you’d resort to being a whore?” Jungwon hisses, fingers dragging along the curve of the smaller boys’ waist, other hand clenching just above his neck tightly, forcefully making him look up to face him.
While the younger struggles to abide being held by a man so rough, he can feel bruises forming on his jaw, as he places his tender fingers onto the taller male’s tightly clasped hands and tries to break loose—yet to no avail, Jungwon lets out a breathy chuckle, sight darkening as he tightens his grip more.
“Y-you.. I-.. It’s not my f-fault you can’t keep your eyes t-to yourself.. H-agh..” Sunoo says, a smirk prominently growing on the curve of his lips, paying ever to no mind how helpless he looks—irrefutably small compared to the male caging him between his warmth.
Jungwon’s grip around his waist tightens—matching to motion his jaws, scoffing as he looks away from Sunoo—only to look back at him with a more lurid look, sending shivers to Sunoo’s spine.
“You know how hard I resisted. You know how I’ve tried to keep my eyes to myself.” Jungwon started, saying every word on gritted teeth, “And you know how thin my patience is, Sunoo.
But what did you do? You continued to provoke me. You kept lingering around me, touching me when Jake’s not around, kept my hand on your thighs like it’s normal. You did this. You wanted it.” His hands finding their way around his hips from the youngers’ lithe waist, “And now that you’re done with me, you get to throw me away? Fuck that” Jungwon declared, hands now on one of Sunoo’s thighs—thighs that hung above the tallers’ waist, firmly holding it on place.
“I-.. I’m n-not throwing you a-away..!” Sunoo defended, still struggling from the latters’ other grip now around his neck.
“Bullshit. You let Heeseung touch you. You let him kiss these used lips of yours. If only he knew how you let me bruise these very lips every night, would he still think you’re precious?”
Despite his situation, Sunoo lets out a breathy chuckle. Oh Jungwon, you don’t have any idea how your actions are reaching me. He glides his tender hands onto Jungwon’s face, and slightly leaned enough for his lips to reach the latters’ cheeks, then put his arms around his broad shoulders.
“It’s b-because you w-were with your boyfriend. Heeseung just h-helped me for one night. That’s all.” He says, voice so sweet you could melt right into it. “But I’ll forever b-be yours.. My lips, my body, my heart.. It’s all under the name Yang Jungwon.”
Jungwon had long to notice his grip had softened around the male under him. He shudders at the thought of just how Sunoo got him all over his tiny fingers—in a glimpse, Jungwon was in a rage, but a second after Sunoo’s coaxing, he melts. Fuck.. what the fuck has happened to me?
Jungwon itches his body closer to Sunoo, as if there’s any more space left in between them—then begins to spoil wet, hot kisses on Sunoo’s collarbone, that’s been on display because of the loose sweatshirt he’s wearing that hung over his shoulders.
Every touch seemed to make Sunoo shiver, as Jungwon relentlessly devoured the shit out of his milky, porcelain skin, “m-mgh! Jungwon! Y–yess.. Fuckk, ah-–”
Jungwon drags his hands around the youngers’ lithe body like a madman, as he glides his lips from Sunoo’s milky, white flesh to his plump reddening, and now drooling lips to claim, further ruining Sunoo’s appearance—driving him into a moaning mess as he grinds his hard rock-on upwards onto the latters’ throbbing pussy through it all.
By the time Jungwon comes to a halt, Sunoo looked like he just got back from being rescued after an attack by an untamed wild animal. In which, isn’t as far as what had just happened.
Jungwon takes the time to look at the artwork he’s done—Sunoo’s buttoned up shirt rumpled, his skirt upon top of his waist, showing his bottoms a little too well, under it all is sunoo’s underwear—soaked.
Lips swollen, cherry red, necks full of marks like he’s been vacuumed a couple of times, and—oh. His throbbbingly, aching cock between his legs.
If only we weren’t in school right now, I would’ve fucked you to death , Kim Sunoo.
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Jungwon was always the most composed man. He wasn’t the type to impulsively do something, he always fought his way through inconveniences, always settling in a corner of his own company—just someone who doesn’t fall for the never-ending propaganda the world throws upon humanity. He’s so composed and unbothered to the point that you’d think he was one of those experimental AI bots scientists created—and that, there’s not even an ounce of exaggeration.
Yet despite his smug, introverted persona, he still had his presence . A presence that doesn’t take one to look and shrug away, but one that takes only a step to know that the person—the man —who enters the room, is the Yang Jungwon. He was crazy popular for God knows what, maybe because of how Jungwon was so unbothered that he had girls begging over the counter to see him, some jutting out ‘just the tip, please,’ or how he carries an aura within him that’s undeniably dominant, enough for guys—even guys, to submit to. They didn’t just admire Yang Jungwon—they wanted him.
And it was the same for Kim Sunoo. He desired the man—well-formed, cat-eyes, tall enough to tower over you, and the dimples , God, the dimples. The first time he got a glimpse of the olders’ dimples was when he was in a cafe with his boyfriend , Jake. Yes. He’s got a boyfriend. But no shame is thick enough to overcome Sunoo’s desire to have Yang Jungwon, and he’s going to do anything—everything to be the reason Jungwon lets out those deep dimples again—even if he had to be a bitch.