3- Come Get It

Ael: give me back my vest, 개새끼

Read at 2:13am

Son of a bitch.

I stared at the message, unable to soothe the butterflies in my chest that had transmigrated from my belly.

He was awake. At two in the morning. Thinking about me. Thinking about the vest— which meant thinking about last night, about my hands on his throat, about my body pinning his to the floor.

I didn't respond. I just lay there in the dark of my room, phone screen glowing against my face, reading the message over and over.

I had a basketball match. Violin class. Meetings with the student body.

But I was too horny to sleep.

My Ael was thinking about me.

My hand reached into my sweatpants, my thoughts moving back to the feeling of him under him. The way he looked at me with fury.

I pulled his vest out from under my pillow and pressed it into my face. “Fuck.”

So raw. So masculine. So him.

I’d never taken drugs before. Never done anything I shouldn’t be doing. But his scent was flooding my nerves, elevating every feeling I’ve had into a peak.

My hand squeezed around the tip, tightening hard as I thought of my hand around his neck, squeezing as he turned red, his tongue piercing out as his nails dug into my skin.

“Fuck.”

I placed the vest on my cock, wrapping the leather around my length as I stroked myself.

I imagined it was his hand instead of mine. Imagined him on his knees beside my bed, forced there by my grip in his hair, those dark furious eyes glaring up at me while his split lip stretched around my cock.

개새끼. I could almost hear him say it.

He had to learn how to stop cussing at me.

The pleasure built low in my spine, tight and aching.

I thought about pinning him face down on my bed, one hand on the back of his neck, the other yanking his hips up.

Thought about the sounds he'd make as I fucked him while he cursed me in Korean.

I came.

Then I texted him. “You can come get your vest.”

At 3:47am, I heard him.

My door didn't have a lock. I'd removed it myself weeks ago, right after the first time Ael came home drunk and I realized I wanted him to be able to find me.

The handle turned.

The second he spotted me, his eyes fell on me— my semi flaccid cock was still out, my cum stained on his vest, my lips pulled into a smile. “Hello—”

Pure rage crossed his features. “You motherfucker—”

He lunged.

I was ready this time.

I caught him mid-air, twisted, and used his own momentum to slam him onto my bed.

The mattress absorbed some of the impact, but not enough.

Ael gasped, the air knocked out of him, and I was already on top, my knees pinning his thighs, my hand finding his throat again. “Careful. You'll wake the whole house.”

He thrashed beneath me, but he knew he couldn’t make noise. My mother might be on his side but his father wouldn’t believe whatever he said.

He came here on his own volition. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you have any idea how hard it is to wash that scent off?”

Yes. That’s why I did it.

Silly boy.

“Stop cussing or I’ll spank you.”

“Try it,” Ael spat. His scent was choking me so hard I could imagine him behind me, his hand tightening around my neck. “Touch me like that and I— are you getting hard?”

I looked down. “Oh. It seems so—”

His knee came upwards and hit me right in my groin.

I grunted, my grip on his throat loosening just enough for him to shove me off.

I hit the floor hard, my bruised ribs screaming in protest as I curled onto my side, one hand clutching my crotch, the other pressed against the carpet.

For a moment, all I could do was breathe through the pain as I tried to not get harder.

Ael scrambled off the bed, standing over me. His chest was heaving, his eyes wild, his split lip pulled back in a snarl. “You fucking deserve that. You sick piece of shit. You’re so self centered. You have no idea about the world around you. About how it affects anyone else but yourself. Nobody asked for your help—”

I grabbed his ankle and yanked him down.

He hit the floor beside me with a grunt, the breath leaving his lungs in a rush.

Before he could recover, I rolled on top of him, ignoring the throbbing in my groin, the ache in my ribs, the blood I could taste on my lip from where I'd bitten it when he kneed me. “Don’t move or I’ll punch you till you can’t move your jaw and claim it’s self defense. And your old man will buy it. You know why? Because he needs me to fix you.”

He was so angry. So full of hate.

And yet, hard.

The thrill of it was exhilarating. “You are pent up. I would have loved to help as your stepbrother but you don’t deserve it. So instead, this is what’s going to happen. I’m keeping your vest. Tomorrow morning, you’d be up by six am, I’d have your rules and schedule set by then—”

“I need that vest.”

“Why?”

“It’s… important.”

When Ael wasn’t fighting me, I could see his face clearer. He was tall and muscular— way muscular than I was with so many tattoos I dreamt about finding them one day— but his face was so… smooth. Like porcelain.

Rows of ear piercings. One on his eyebrow. The one on his tongue.

One I hoped on his dick.

Yet, he looked impossibly delicate. Like he needed someone to save him. To protect him from damaging himself further.

I had to do it before some stupid Omega thought she could. “Why?”

“None of your business.”

“Then you’re not getting it.” I crawled off him before he could protest, tucked my dick back in and held up the vest. “I know someone who can wash my scent off permanently but it’ll be expensive. Your father cut your allowance tonight so you won’t be able to afford it.”

He stared at me.

I waited for him to fight. To yell at me. To push me again.

Instead, he stood from the floor.

He was gone before I could respond.

I brought the leather to my face again, inhaling deep. His scent was still there beneath mine. The mixture was already making my dick stare again.

My groin was hurting. My ribs throbbing. My lips swelling.

But apparently even rejection from Ael was enough to keep me hard.

“Fuck.” I looked at my ceiling. “Coach is going to kill me.”