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Hwang Hyunjin was enthralled, to say the least.
Some would dare say borderline obsessed. But frankly, he just doesn't give a fuck.
None of his friends knew he was here - the district chess tournament of all places, only to ogle the boy he's been crushing on for the past year and a half.
Seeing Jeongin play his games and win consecutively with the focused stare he always had ignited something within him he didn't even know exists.
You'd think that with his social status being the cheer team captain - popular and drop dead gorgeous, he'll be able to get any boy he's ever wanted. But of course, in every cliche story, the only person ruled out of that trope just had to be Jeongin. The young lad couldn't care less even to breathe in his direction, let alone try talking to him.
It hurt Hyunjin's massive ego but he wasn't gonna let that stop him from getting the boy either way. But even so, it was still hard.
He's had some of his friends make fun of him for merely liking him in the first place. After all, he was just Yang Jeongin. Their school's five year chess champion and student body treasurer.
In short, he was an absolute nerd who's probably never even touched a dick in his life, for the lack of better wording.
But that's what enticed Hyunjin more - he wanted, craved to know what those hands can do besides moving the chess pieces expertly across the board.
Soon, he started learning more about Jeongin's competition schedules to A.) thirst over his veiny hands and B.) send his moral support as an admirer.
He was admittedly not into chess too much asides from liking someone who was extremely good at it. Hell, he can't even name half of the pieces involved in the game but at the end of the day, though he is just a horny teenager wishing day and night to get railed by his crush, he did have genuine feelings for the younger.
He found himself swooning over Jeongin's dimples or how he scrunches his nose upon encountering a difficult equation. Simply the way he carried himself, and the aura he radiates. Yes, definitely not creepy.
But that's how Hwang Hyunjin found himself gaping at the corner of the auditorium, watching as Jeongin effortlessly win his second round against a competitor from another prestigious school.
He didn't know seeing Jeongin wearing a tight dress shirt with sleeves rolled, circular glasses and hair slicked back was all he needed to start pooling his panties.
Nonetheless, he was buying it. He begged for it. He'd be banging his credit card on the table right now if Jeongin was up for sale. He studied the younger's features as he played, how he'd smile smugly whilst announcing checkmate or how his face will turn serious when the game is starting to get sticky.
He'd do anything to be let in his world.
Another hour passed (quicker than he expected and wished to be) before the tournament ends, naming Jeongin victor as expected and was to move to the division level.
And now that you know how Hyunjin was utterly lovestruck by the young grandmaster, imagine his surprise when he finds him sitting all casual in his best friend's house party.
Hyunjin at this point is already most accustomed to the weekend nightlife as a high schooler. Well, considering he and his friends would be spending their after hours drunk, looking for young gentlemen willing to break their backs like mere branch sticks, he has been more than comfortable exploring that field.
Tonight was not any different from their usual friday night getaways. It was just 10 o'clock when he's already sitting in a kitchen stool in Jisung's house, all dolled up wearing a top that was way too tight and a mini skirt that accentuated his tiny waist.
But his composure breaks as quickly as he had them when Felix asked a question.
"Isn't that Yang Jeongin over there?"
Hyunjin turned his head around so fast, he almost had a whiplash upon hearing those words.
"What? Where?" he looks around momentarily before spotting the latter on one of the couches manspreading, a can of beer in one hand and a lit cigarette on the other.
"What's he doing here? He smokes?" he asks, feeling his knees jellify. He swore he could just drop to his knees and gulp down the other's dick down his throat whole then and there. Though he didn't miss to glare at Jisung for keeping the information from him, knowing his situation.
"Okay, look.. he's my distant cousin apparently and my mom asked me to invite him tonight. I'm just as shocked as you are!" Jisung raises his hands in defense upon earning the aggressive stare.
Despite the knew information, Hyunjin felt a little overjoyed. He looked rather pretty tonight, glad that he opted to wear his feminine clothes with his lace panties underneath. he might be thinking a little ahead but his mind was starting to blank just upon seeing jeongin sitting with his legs spread.
He just hoped the younger was into that.
The night speeds up a bit before their circle started to look more familiar, and soon they slowly resorted to a game of spin the bottle.
Hyunjin excitedly sits down, glancing a little at Jeongin who decided to join the game as well. The first few spins were harmless, just a few questions of who's the hottest in their circle or who'd they sleep with if given the chance.
Not until the bottle lands on Hyunjin who was just starting to get bored. Upon seeing this, Jisung smirks menacingly, and he knew then the little mongrel was up to no good.
"Truth or dare?" Jisung asks.
"Dare." he replies, supplying a little duh a few seconds later.
"I dare you to make out with the person the bottle lands on next." Hyunjin rolls his eyes at how easy and awfully predictable it was amidst the whistles and teasing he received.
"Really, Jisung? You can't think of anything better?"
"Let's see how far your arrogance is gonna get you." he chuckles, spinning the bottle.
Even with Jisung's threat, he was still quite collected for the next few moments before the bottle stops on of course, Yang Jeongin. It just had to be him.
His eyes grew a little wider before the relentless chanting started.
Hyunjin looked up to the younger to see if he was against anything but all he saw was Jeongin huffing out a smoke from his blunt before he taps his thigh, inviting the older to sit on it.
Hyunjin kept his calm despite his demons tempting him to jump on Jeongin, trying hard to drown out the invasive cheering as he straddles Jeongin's lap.
Once he adjusted himself comfortably, he felt the other palm his ass to hold him closer making him let out a small gasp, hands landing on his chest.
Jeongin crashes their lips making Hyunjin moan slightly, hoping no one had heard him. The other definitely did as he smugly smiles against their kiss, kneading the expanse of his ass once more.
Hyunjin almost lost his mind after getting what he begged for for like forever, served to him so easily on a silver platter.
"Mmph," he squeaks, feeling the other grope him generously.
He wraps his arms around the jeongin, savoring as he skillfully synced their lips together. The movement was quite addicting.
The younger tasted like mint and cigarettes, opposite to what he always thought he'd taste like. His tongue then slips expertly into his mouth, making Hyunjin unconciously shift down onto Jeongin's lap.
He starts to grind rather confidently, earning soft groans from Jeongin. He then thrusts up a little in retaliation to which the older starts whimpering to.
Their kiss was only starting to get really heated when Hyunjin pulls away to take a breath. He realizes everyone went back to playing the game, not bothering to interrupt the two anymore.
His attention goes back to Jeongin who was quick to remove him from his lap.
He frowns, a little disappointed, thinking the younger had not enjoyed the kiss as much as he did when Jeongin stands up to leave but not before he hands his hand out, wordlessly asking Hyunjin to take it.
He hesitates a little before accepting his hand, clueless of what it'll do either way. Jeongin pulls Hyunjin up, with intentions of bringing him to his room.
He obliged rather excitedly, looking back as he saw Felix and Jisung back in the living room, making inappropriate hand gestures, and a few other of his friends making obnoxious kissing noises.
His face flushes a deep crimson, flipping them off as he lets Jeongin bring him upstairs.
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Hyunjin finds himself the next fifteen minutes in one of the guest rooms of the house, straddling Jeongin once again as they made out comfortably in the silence.
They were getting bolder and bolder, the groping starting to get more intense by each minute.
"You're so pretty." Jeongin finally speaks out of nowhere flustering the older with his flattery.
"Just like when you visit me on my tournaments." he supplies before sucking on the older's jawline, peppering butterfly kisses down to his neck.
Hyunjin gasps once more (unsure if it was from the revelation or how Jeongin was eagerly giving him hickeys), not knowing how to react as he realizes Jeongin knew he'd been watching his games.
The grip on his waist tightens as the latter tugs him closer.
"H-how did you know i was there?" he asks bashfully, embarrassed.
"You were always in the same spot. and i could tell it was you by the blonde hair and the ponytail." he replies smirking, continuing to assault Hyunjin's neck with purple bruises.
"A-and you- ah, you didn't- hold on!" he giggles momentarily, unable to talk as the younger kept sucking on his skin.
Jeongin finally pulls away, licking his lips.
"You didn't find it creepy?" he asks breathlessly.
"No, it was cute. you just looked like a teenager pining over a crush." Jeongin smiles, making Hyunjin swoon instantly with his dreamy grin.
"That's exactly what I am though." Hyunjin teases, massaging the other's shoulders as he held to stay balanced.
"Hmm, so you like me?"
"Well, duh. If that wasn't obvious enough." Hyunjin scoffs, making Jeongin chuckle. The younger pecks his lips and brings him closer (as much closer as it can get, considering the already little space they had.)
"Show me how much you like me then, hm?" Jeongin hums, pulling him to another intense kiss. His hands roamed back to the older's ass cheeks, under his panties to feel the heat of his skin.
Hyunjin can feel the tent forming in the younger's sweatpants so he takes advantage of this and starts grinding on him in search of relief.
Jeongin stands up, pushing Hyunjin into the mattress effortlessly. He hovers over him and swiftly removes his lace panties, fingers travelling to flick over his pooling flesh almost immediately.
"You're already so wet.." he chuckles, earning a whimper from the older as he holds his hips in place with one hand, thumb pleasuring his clit with the other.
Hyunjin's needy moans filled the room as he spreads his legs further, inviting Jeongin to take him.
He pulls away from Hyunjin for a moment to fetch some lube in his bedside drawer. He pours some on his fingers before inserting them slowly once again into his wet folds.
Hyunjin's mouth forms into an 'o' as he fists the sheets, feeling Jeongin starting to finger his pussy fast and relentless. His pace only got significantly slower when his long fingers almost touches the older's sweet spot.
"Oh my god." Hyunjin whimpers loudly, unbothered about how slutty he might sound.
Jeongin stops abruptly after a few more strokes, making him gasp from the loss of touch. Hyunjin sees him pull down his sweat pants, pulling him by the leg forcefully to bring him closer.
The younger puts a hefty amount of the lube on his shaft and there Hyunjin realizes he loves doing this messy.
"Come here, princess. Gonna fuck you nice and sweet." he groans, bringing his tip unto Hyunjin's entrance.
"Mmh, do it please.. 'm your little fuckdoll." Hyunjin whines, feeling Jeongin's massive cock enter him slowly inch by inch. the younger groans, finally bottoming a little after pushing in.
"Be a good girl for me, okay?" he says as he pulls out and slams back in, making Hyunjin moan sweetly.
"Fuck me please.. want you to knock me up and pump me full with your cum." he gasps when Jeongin starts to thrust in and out. The latter laughs at him in a condescending tone, making him feel so little and worthless.
"So desperate. Can't wait to get dicked down so good, can you?" he stops thrusting all together, earning an airy, needy whine from Hyunjin.
His thrusts only grew rougher and hastier making the older arch his back with a moan, hands grabbing on to Jeongin's shoulders for some kind of leverage. Jeongin stops with a huff, flipping them over quickly to have Hyunjin on top.
"Go on. Show me how much you want this cock." Jeongin challenges, raising an eyebrow as Hyunjin felt his knees grow weak all of a sudden.
Tears start brimming his eyes from being degraded so much as he starts to bounce up and down on Jeongin. Hyunjin was seeing stars at feeling the other's cock pulse inside him all while he rides him restlessly.
The ache that was starting to form in his knees had never felt so worth it.
His breath was soon knocked out of his chest however, when the younger thrusts up him without warning.
"Ah~" he moans, hands flying to Jeongin's chest for support.
He could hear Jeongin laugh at him meanly, mumbling a small 'pathetic' before grabbing him by the hair and pushing him back down to the mattress.
Hyunjin layed on his stomach, manhandled by Jeongin like a weightless toy.
He gasps upon feeling large hands bring his ass up and he almost cries as Jeongin harshly thrusts back to him.
"Too stupid of a whore to even ride cock properly, aren't you?" Hyunjin whimpers at his words but nevertheless, lets himself get used. He liked being Jeongin's. If he knew Jeongin could fuck him like this, his aspirations in life will be reduced to nothing but a doll for the younger stick his dick in and use until he cums.
Oh, Hyunjin almost orgasms at the thought.
The thrusts were getting faster and faster, hitting his prostate expertly every time and Hyunjin could only sob and cry at the sensation of his wet pussy getting abused.
"Is this what you dream of every night? The image of me fucking you until you beg me to stop?"
Hyunjin audibly mewls, Jeongin's words barely registering as all he could feel was his massive cock rearranging his guts.
"Ah, I'm close." He moans out. Jeongin's fingers tighten around his hips, pace turning almost animalistic. "Come on. Come for me, doll. Make a mess." As if on cue, Hyunjin came with a loud, sinful moan, vision blurring with white with how hard the orgasm had hit him.
"Shit, baby. Hold on." Jeongin unconsciously says, chasing after his own release with haste.
A few hard thrusts later, Hyunjin feels a rope of cum shoot inside him as he layed limp on the bed. He loved the sticky heat that had enveloped in himself, before Jeongin pulled out promptly and laid down lext to him.
Of all the impulsive, alcohol driven things that he could have done tonight, he definitely did not expect sex with Yang Jeongin to be one of them. And for sober him to do so as well? It was simply a win.
"Are you okay?" Jeongin asks, turning to the blonde in concern.
"You were so much better than I expected." Hyunjin comments breathlessly after an interval of silence.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Jeongin chuckles playfully, though seemingly unoffended by the crude comment.
"I don't know, you didn't seem like the type to be good in bed. Or the type to drink. I'm glad I was wrong."
"Will you like me less if I was terrible at sex?" Jeongin humors, standing up to pull his pants up. "I suppose not." Hyunjin shyly replies, watching as the younger picked up his panties and hands it to them.
"Why me, though?" The younger asks, giving his hand out as an invitation to shower. Hyunjin takes it, and fails with an attempt to stand up. Jeongin chuckles upon seeing the other fall weightlessly to the floor to which he earned a glare for.
"Hey, can you at least carry me? You're the reason I can't walk." Hyunjin pouts, looking up to him.
"Fine. Come here, doll." The brunette pulls him up as he tried not to blush at the recurring pet name.
"You still didn't answer my question." he adds, holding a shaky Hyunjin in his arms. The older looks into his eyes, drowning immediately as Jeongin held him closer. He only thinks for a moment, before replying to the forgotten question.
"I guess I can't help it. I just want you."