unsteady
pairing: jongdae/jaejoong
rating: explicit
warnings: dubcon
notes: uhhhhhhhhh yeah idk i guess this is a frat au extra or something? i’m just writing it idk
“be good, kitten,” jaejoong murmurs, and suddenly jongdae finds himself pinned against the cold metal of the bathroom stall by the mass of jaejoong’s body.
shit.
“come on, hyung,” jongdae bargains, “let’s not do this now. later, okay? back at your place.”
but his hyung knows all of his tricks by now, and so he catches jongdae in his lie. “no you won’t,” jaejoong says smoothly. “you’ll remember you have homework, or suddenly minseok will need a favor, and i won’t get what i want at all. so be a good boy, turn around, and drop your pants.”
“fine,” says jongdae as he turns around, irritated but still compliant. “but if i fail that history quiz tomorrow, it’s on you.”
“see?” jaejoong laughs. “you’re so full of bullshit.” he nudges at jongdae’s calve with a too-expensive boot. “spread ‘em.”
jongdae parts his legs wordlessly, and jaejoong rubs a pair of fingers against his slick hole.
“good thing i didn’t clean you up properly before, huh?” jaejoong remarks. “that’s going to make things much easier.”
jongdae doesn’t need to look at him to know how smug his expression is, so he doesn’t. instead, he closes his eyes and rests his cheek against the cool aluminum of the stall wall. “just get on with it already.”
“glad to hear you so eager,” jaejoong says, sliding two fingers inside of jongdae.
it’s not a stretch - jaejoong had fucked him thoroughly earlier, and his hole was still messy with cum and lube, because jaejoong had spent fifteen damn minutes admiring his handiwork (”you’re so wrecked for me, babe”) instead of letting him go to the bathroom and wash the shit out of him.
jaejoong adds a third finger without hesitation. jongdae holds back a whimper.
“look at you,” jaejoong coos at him. “you’re just swallowing my fingers right up - what a greedy little bitch you are. this just feels so good for you, doesn’t it, kitten? you need me that much?”
jongdae doesn’t respond, just accepts the feeling of jaejoong’s fingers fucking into his asshole firm and deep.
“touch yourself,” jaejoong tells him. “i wanna see you add to the graffiti.”
desperate to get the whole thing over with, jongdae wraps a hand around his cock and tugs it to the rhythm of jaejoong’s fingers, but it’s not long before jaejoong pulls his hand away to replace it with his own.
“i changed my mind.” jaejoong’s voice is deep, weighted heavy with his arousal. “i want to do it.”
his hands always lead jongdae to a swift end, and he lolls his head back onto his hyung’s shoulder.
when jaejoong bites down on his neck, the wall and the world behind jongdae’s eyes are both painted white.
