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Heeseung had been eyeing the captain position ever since he joined the team, it was his. That was until Jay came into the picture and stole it right under his nose. It wouldn’t have bothered him nearly as much if Jay wasn’t such a dick about it, rubbing it in his face whenever he got the chance. Criticizing him harsher than anyone else when they all knew Heeseung was one of the best if not the best they had got on the team.
Now Heeseung doesn’t know how this started, in fact he can clearly recall the day he’d laid eyes on Jay and immediately felt bile rising with his coach's words.
“Jay will be your new captain”
Yeah well fuck Heeseung gently with a chainsaw. Heeseung knew people like Jay, he reeked of money from miles away. Heeseung knew his type, rich, arrogant little shits who thought the world was there to serve them. Jay had been very willing to prove every one of Heeseung’s thoughts right. It’s like the guy’s ass lit up on fire when he saw Heeseung. Yeah right because everyone with two functioning eyes could see Heeseung was better than him . Sure, Heeseung might be biased but he stands by his point. Even though the whole team seems to absolutely love Jay. Gullible freaks.
Heeseung isn’t a bitter guy, he’s usually pretty laid back. Keyword being usually, because Jay has this talent of making Heeseung want to smash his head into a wall. Jay walks around like people were born to lick his ass, but the only ass licking that’s happening in Heeseung’s humble opinion is that between Jay and the professors. So what? Jay isn’t Heeseung’s favorite person, but Heeseung had been willing to make an effort to be civil. Jay had taken all that and thrown it in the trash when he decided to make every practice a living hell for Heeseung. Fuck being the bigger person, what’s so great about that anyways? Jay could burn in hell.
So Heeseung really, and when he says really, he means really, doesn’t know how it started. This whole thing.
“I fucking hate you and your stupid face” it makes him angrier when Jay laughs
“Hmm pretty? I bet you do” he licks his lips, shiny and soft.
Heeseung hits his shoulder weakly “I do, so much”
He strokes Heeseung’s body, hands setting on his waist “Your pretty little body says otherwise” it makes Heeseung turn scarlet, his blood boiling.
Heeseung feels himself stuttering, so consumed with anger. How dare Jay stalk in, steal his place that he’d worked so painstakingly hard for? It turns him absolutely livid that Jay can look so unabashedly good, and sexy and absolutely gorgeous.
Jay smirks at him, hands caging him in against the wall. Heeseung surges forward and hopes the collision bruises enough to wipe that disgustingly hot smirk off.
Jay groans with the pain and Heeseung suddenly feels victorious, but it goes out the window with Jay’s next words
“You’re acting like a desperate bitch” he bites out.
His hands suddenly feel scorching with the heat they emit. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, begging for my attention”
Jay’s eyes travel from his face down, almost inspecting every inch. His gaze feels dirty and so disrespectful it has Heeseung weak in the knees “don’t worry, I’ll fuck you up just the way you like”
But he refuses to give in, even when Jay’s fingers bruise down against his waist just right in a hold that screams mine. Heeseung certainly isn’t Jay’s but Jay likes to play these games with him. Likes to torture him with filthy gazes and teasing hands when everyone is around. He likes watching Heeseungs anger boil to the surface as his body betrays. Betraying him with shivers and embarrassing sounds he has to keep down in order to retain some of his dignity.
Heeseung isn’t Jay’s, no Heeseung likes to fool around with the cheerleaders even if it’s cliché as fuck, and hell, he even has the hots for his coworker at his shitty part time job. Heeseung whimpers out a comeback that sounds weak to even his own ears “Don’t want shit from you”
He says, but when Jay makes a soft delighted sound and manhandles him around, flat on his stomach, body trapped between the wall and Jay’s looming figure, in an action that has his stomach swooping, Heeseung pushes his ass up against Jay’s groin. He grinds back and preens when Jay, mister fucking perfect who’s always composed, murmurs out curses.
It feels amazing getting under the other’s skin. Shamefully he thinks about the fact that it’s probably the most exciting part of his whole day, nowadays that is at least. He wills his mind to forget that thought even crossed his mind. Instead he loses himself in the hardness beneath Jay’s constricted pants.
The thought that Heeseung is the cause of that fills him with a certain type of excitement, the kind that shouldn’t exist but does. He feels like a child secretly reaching into the cookie jar. It makes him feel so so dirty, but he can’t stop himself from meeting Jay’s ruts.
He knows Jay has a girlfriend waiting for him after their practice is over, whatever “practice” they are indulging in right now.
Jay always makes sense, perfect life, rich parents, good grades, pretty girlfriend, the dude probably lives in a mansion or whatever, Heeseung shouldn’t give a shit. And he doesn’t, he doesn’t.
So to have this dirt on him, no, to be Jay’s dirty little secret, it should make him guilty and it does. When his heart stops racing out of his chest as Jay looks behind him, hands reaching for his body, for his waist in a tight grip, almost desperate like he longs to breathe. Heeseung doesn’t like the guy one bit, but to be a dent in his perfect little life, fuck if that doesn’t make him feel some type of way.
Jay presses down on his lower back, bringing Heeseung’s spine into a delicate arch. Heeseung makes a sound, something between a hateful growl and a hiccup. Jay has the nerve to chuckle into his ear, all low and raspy like he’s living up to every Christian grey and douche jock fantasy that’s never been made because Heeseung is probably turning nuts for even indulging in whatever fuckery they’ve started “Yeah right, say that again when I have you split open on my cock begging like a whore”
And then Jay’s phone rings and he pockets it, palm still resting on Heeseung lower back, burning it’s mark there. “Oh shit, sorry babe, fuck that was today? Yeah you know practice- oh mom invited you?”
Heeseung can’t see anything but he feels the thumb that's stroking his skin stop, can practically hear Jay’s jaw tightening, serves him right for being a douche.
“Yeah baby see you” and then it clicks shut and Jay has the audacity to back away. Cold air hits Heeseung’s back. Jay always gets super weird when his girlfriend is mentioned, which makes sense because he’s practically cheating, though Jay never likes to admit that fact, says Heeseung isn’t even worth that. The point is, Jay is always a bit distant and cold but he always gets weird, he gets angry and off, like someone is choking him. Whatever Heeseung isn’t looking to marry the guy but it does make guilt tug at his heart, for the poor girl. Jay can rot for all Heeseung cares.
It does tick him off though when Jay leaves him so abruptly, like he’s just a toy, or a body to keep him warm. Which he is, but stil. Blue balling is never cool. Isn’t that some type of bro code? Even though he’s pretty sure he and Jay aren’t anywhere near being bros.
“Should probably stop bending over like a bitch before someone walks by” Jay pats his ass two times before strolling away, hands in his pockets. Heeseung hopes, truly from the bottom of his heart, a car runs him over.
Heeseung isn’t rich like Jay, in fact he’s kind of drowning in student loans and the only thing his shitty part time job is doing, is destroying his nonexistent sleeping schedule. He also lives in a little dorm room by himself, it’s all too tiny for Heeseung’s 6’0 self. He likes to think he’s experiencing the peak of student life. What Heeseung means is that Jay knows where he lives, that doesn’t necessarily mean Jay is welcome. Jay does not care. It happens like routine and Heeseung should turn him away. He should slam the door in his face every time Jay rings the doorbell at ungodly hours, only push himself in and pin Heeseung against the wall with bruising ease, mauling his throat and shoulders like he has a personal vendetta against them.
He should probably turn Jay away with some advice, like stop coming here smelling like vanilla and strawberry, yeah also what the fuck is that about? because contrary to popular belief Heeseung is actually a whole whooping year older than him, crazy right?
But Jay would probably shut him up with a kiss, and tell him to mind his own fucking business.
And Heeseung totally wants to do that, like really, but Jay coming knocking at his door after hanging out with his girlfriend seems a whole lot like Heeseung’s business. But hey, what does Heeseung know about relationships? He’s the stupid side chick whose job is to ruin relationships. Heeseung needs to chew a wall or two, maybe slam his head against it while he’s at it. Jay is kind of starting to piss him off, though it’s not like he ever stopped- whatever Jay just pisses him off. For god's sake he has class in five hours.
So Heeseung is pinned against his door that was loudly slammed shut by Jay. Jay crowds him in, his breaths are hot, and his blond hair covers his eyes. Heeseung can smell that familiar vanilla scent all over him, like it’s hugging him from the inside out, clogging his every pore and it’s making Heeseung nauseous for some reason.
Jay’s lips meet his own, they taste sugary sweet like artificial strawberries. Heeseung doesn’t really like it because it makes his stomach twist. So Heeseung opens his mouth and allows Jay to slide his tongue in, all wet and slippery and so fucking hot, Heeseung needs to tug Jay back by the hair before Jay numbs his mouth with the force of every kiss.
“Last I checked I wasn’t a fucking chew toy Jay” Jay’s name spilling from Heeseung’s lips seem to trigger something, because all it does it make Jay tug him into another kiss. They stand there making out, for how long Heeseung can’t tell, all he feels is his resolve twiddling down like it hadn’t started in the negatives from the very beginning. It’s filthy and desperate hands clawing at each other's body, nothing sweet, it’s Jay tugging at Heeseung strands, it’s Jay wrapping his arms around Heeseung’s waist and squeezing enough to leave a mark. They make out wetly, all there is a heated hunger that needs to be sedated. It’s more than usual, the bruising, the harshness of it all, it’s all the same but somehow stronger tonight.
Heeseung brings his head back from the kiss, Jay still chases “I have class in a few hours, find another side bitch maybe? Or wait why don’t you just go-“
Jay makes a sound, something angry and filled with warning “Learn how to keep your mouth shut”
It has Jay riled up, and every bit of Heeseung’s resolve crumbling like a badly built domino.
Later on when Jay has him stripped down, Jay’s cock buried inside him, plunging in and out, Heeseung can only think about the pleasure. Heeseung’s eyelashes are wet as his face is buried into the pillow. It’s kept in place by Jay’s strong hold, cheeks squished. His hair bounces with every thrust.
Jay slaps his ass hard and watches the recoil “god this ass” he slaps it again, Heeseung feels warmth flood his cheek. His ass cheeks are probably bruised and red with Jay’s hand prints “this fucking ass” he makes sure to thrust in hard “Everyone wants a piece of this ass”
Jay drags his length out until only the cock head is left before thrusting it in with such force it has Heeseung jolting and almost tumbling forward, legs flailing with a choked cry. Jay’s grip on his waist tightens. It almost feels possessive. Heeseung needs to get his mind out of the gutter before he says something insane like jay you don’t think having homosexual sex with the dude you hate is kind of uh I don’t know gay? Haha yeah right, we have our socks on so it’s probably fine.
The problem is they do in fact not have their socks on and nothing is fine.
“Fu- fuck you, n- not everyone is a perverted freak”
“Oh Heeseung” he says, words coated in pity “there’s a whole group chat dedicated to it” another slap is delivered “people would pay to have their dick’s buried in this tight little heat”
The implication has shame erupting in his stomach. It’s probably not true, because what would Jay even be doing in those kinds of group chats? Or maybe it is, maybe there’s a group chat with people he probably trusts and adores that dream of sloppily fucking him. To have him filled with cum like a cheap street whore. Jay probably daunts in his head, not only did he take his position, but he also managed to turn him into a little moaning bitch in the process.
He cries out and shakes his head, though it doesn’t do much with the grip on his hair, that keeps his head mushed against the pillow case. All he can do is lay plaint and take it as Jay ruins him for everyone else. Jay chuckles “Good boy”
Heeseung feels himself flush down to his cock, an embarrassing moan spills from his lips before he can stop himself. The laugh he receives from Jay makes him want to claw his eyes out. His skin prickles, he feels so incredibly dirty beneath Jay’s dark gaze.
“Yeah? You like that?” Jay bites down on his ass cheek, supple skin plump against his teeth. Heeseung cries out in pain, it stings enough to make his eyes water. He nuzzles his face into the pillow so humiliated at his leaking cock.
“My little slut, all mine” and that- that isn’t fucking fair. Jay can’t just say things like that.
Heeseung lets out the most embarrassing moan, he wishes his bed mattress would open up and swallow him whole.
“Not yours” Heeseung’s words are slurred with the way he can barely think, Jay is pounding into his ass and hitting his prostate with every thrust. It’s delicious, has tingles erupting and shooting up through his whole spine. It feels like fireworks are sparking inside of him. Jay isn’t fair, he doesn’t have the right to call Heeseung his. Sure call him a bitch, a whore, a slut, Heeseung has heard many of those words manwhore . Whatever, like Heeseung could give one fuck.
But for Jay to call him his . Yeah in Jay’s fucking dreams.
Jay lowers himself, noses the back of Heeseung’s neck “you’re whatever I want you to be bitch”
A chill runs down Heeseung’s whole body and he’s not proud of the way he meets Jay’s thrusts with his ass, the slapping sound has Heeseung cheeks flaming. He brings his hand down to his red and untouched cock, it doesn’t take much. Only a few sloppy tugs for him to cum, staining the sheets he’d washed just a few hours ago. He can’t find himself caring, not when the high clouds his mind until he is closing his eyes, everything goes white until he comes down and all his bones are jelly. Sleep tugs at the corners or his vision. Jay comes not long after, but by then Heeseung has already turned into nothing but a pile of sleepy whines, barely awake.
Heeseung doesn’t fight sleep, he’ll deal with all the dirty substances later and Jay can certainly see himself out.
In the morning Heeseung finds himself cleaned and tucked into new sheets. Heeseung stares so hard into the ceiling he feels like it’ll collapse on him any second. He is also late for class, and can barely stand up without feeling like his organs are going to fall out.
Fucking Jay, he can stub his toe, see if Heeseung gives a shit.