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Kang Daniel knew he was that guy.

When he walked down the hallways of Westfield High, heads turned. Guys wanted to be him. Girls (and a handful of dudes in school) wanted a taste of him. His status wasn’t just about his looks — though his dark eyes, charming smile, and muscular frame sculpted from years of dominating the baseball field certainly helped...

But, no, Daniel’s reputation was legendary for one reason and one reason only: 7 minutes.

Seven minutes in the bedroom with Daniel, you were ruined for life. At least, that’s what everyone said. No one knew what happened during those seven minutes — probably because most people were too flustered to remember — but the post-Daniel glow was unmistakable. The weak knees, the dreamy stare. He had left a trail of broken hearts in his wake, and frankly, Daniel didn’t give a shit. Relationships were messy. Feelings were complicated. Daniel preferred keeping things simple: one night, maybe two, and then onto the next.

It was all going perfectly… until he showed up.

Ju Haknyeon.

Daniel spotted him on the first day of school like a fucking spotlight had hit him. 5'9", dark brown hair that framed his pretty face, and a figure that demanded attention — lean and toned with a very, very generous ass. The kind of ass that made you believe in God.

But that wasn’t the problem, for there were other handsome guys on campus. No, the problem was the rumors.

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“Did you hear?” Jihoon whispered as they watched Haknyeon walk into the cafeteria for the first time. “That Haknyeon fella can make anyone bust a nut in 5 minutes !”

Daniel nearly choked on his protein shake. “Bullshit.”

“I’m serious, Dan! Granted that he's a bottom, but that’s still two minutes faster than you, dude. Apparently, it’s a thing .”

Daniel scowled at that. His legacy was at stake. The one he had built for years — literal blood, sweat, and tears (and other bodily fluids) had gone into securing his position at the top. And now this pretty little new guy was threatening all of it? No fucking way. There should only be one champ in the bedroom in this school, and that should be him.

Henceforth, Daniel decided that he hated Ju Haknyeon.

And... It only got worse.

 

Haknyeon didn’t just join the baseball team — he was good at it. Like, really good. Fast, confident, and irritatingly efficient at reading Daniel’s pitches. The coaches loved him. The team loved him. Hell, even the cheerleaders were making signs with Haknyeon’s name now.

Daniel nearly walked into a wall the first time he saw a “GO HAKNYEON!” banner hanging above the bleachers.

The fuck? Where was the “We ❤️ Daniel” energy that had defined the last two years of his high school career?

And worst of all? Haknyeon was nice. Disgustingly nice.

He smiled at everyone, helped girls carry their books, and even told Mrs. Kim, the biology teacher with a personality as dry as a sponge, that her new haircut looked “youthful.” ( Youthful !) The guy was basically a K-drama lead come to life. It was insufferable.

So, naturally, Daniel tried to assert his dominance.

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The locker room

Daniel was fresh out of the shower, towel slung on his hips as he leaned casually against the locker next to Haknyeon, shirtless and still glistening with water droplets. His abs? On full display. He knew they looked good — hell, he'd put in hours of work to get them looking like that.

When Daniel noticed it, Haknyeon was changing — shirt off, baseball pants undone, hair sticking to his forehead.

Haknyeon’s eyes. Lowering. Lingering.

Bingo.

“Hey,” Daniel drawled, running a hand through his damp hair, ensuring his bicep flexed just right. “Enjoying the view?”

“Please,” Haknyeon scoffed, unimpressed. “You’re not that special.”

Daniel’s mouth curled into a smirk. “Funny. You weren’t saying that when I struck you out in practice yesterday.”

“Oh, honey,” Haknyeon purred. “That’s because I let you.”

Annoyed, Daniel Tch's. “You let me?”

Haknyeon is playing with the hem of his dirty underwear. ( Unnecessary? Absolutely. ) “It’s cute that you think you’re still the top dog around here.”

Daniel’s nostrils flared. He stepped closer until their chests were nearly touching-or, more accurately, until Daniel’s chest almost touched Haknyeon’s chin—height difference.

“Careful, newbie,” Daniel warned, low and dangerous. “You don’t wanna start something you can’t finish.”

“Oh, I always finish.” Haknyeon’s gaze flicked downward. "Or better yet, I make them—faster than you can, or so I've heard." He grimaces cockily.

Daniel’s mouth opened — to say what, exactly, he didn’t know — when Haknyeon suddenly snickered and said, "That's what I thought. See you around, Danny. "

Daniel froze.

Danny?

Haknyeon winked and strutted out of the locker room like he hadn’t just maimed Daniel’s entire sense of self.

“What the actual fuck,” Daniel muttered.

“You heard that, right?” Jihoon’s voice cut through Daniel’s bewilderment, materializing from the other side of the lockers.

Daniel’s head snapped toward him. “Where the hell did you come from?”

“Oh, I’ve been here the whole time.” Jihoon was grinning like an idiot. “But seriously. Did he just call you Danny ?”

Daniel’s eye twitched. “He did not .”

Jihoon burst out laughing. “Oh, he absolutely did. That was a power move.”

“It was not a power move,” Daniel growled.

“Oh, it was,” Jihoon countered, still cackling. “And what’s worse? It was cute.”

“It was NOT cute. ”

“It was adorable .” Jihoon’s grin widened. “Danny.”

“Shut the fuck up, dude.”

“Danny~” Jihoon sang.

Daniel shot him a death glare. “I swear to God, Jihoon—”

“I mean, honestly, it makes sense,” Jihoon mused. “He’s pretty much already on a nickname basis with Hyunjae.”

“What?” Daniel’s whole body went rigid.

Hyunjae, the top basketball player at their school, was just as well-known as Daniel, but he didn't have the same questionable reputation.

Jihoon’s grin turned impish. “Oh yeah. They're close. Very close. Hyunjae calls him ‘Nyeonnie.’ Sometimes, they even hold hands.”

“They what ?”

Jihoon shrugged, sitting on the bench like he had all the time in the world. “And I mean, you’ve seen Hyunjae. Tall, muscular, stupidly handsome. Objectively hotter than you.”

“ Excuse me? ”

“Relax, Dan.” Jihoon grinned. “It’s not your fault that Hyunjae looks like he was hand-sculpted by angels.”

Daniel’s jaw tightened. “He is not hotter than me!”

“I mean, if I had to choose—”

“You don’t.” Daniel’s eyes were practically burning holes through his head.

Jihoon stretched lazily, enjoying this way too much. “I’m just saying Hyunjae and Haknyeon spend a lot of time together. A lot of unsupervised time.”

Daniel’s fists clenched. “And?”

“AND maybe Haknyeon already got a taste of that .” Jihoon wiggled his eyebrows. “Like, friends with benefits? Hyunjae’s probably great in bed... I mean, I'd still sit on it even if he isn't!”

“They’re not hooking up,” Daniel stressed.

“You sure?” Jihoon’s smirk was lethal. “Because Haknyeon seemed pretty damn comfortable calling you Danny today. I wonder how comfortable he could be with someone he's closer to— like Hyunjaeee.”

“Zip it, and stop calling me that,” Daniel snapped. "Only my parents call me by that nickname. It's exclusive."

"That's not true. I sometimes call you Danny, too," Jihoon leans in, "but I guess Haknyeon is calling you Danny now as well. Right, Danny?"

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Sure you are, Danny~ ”

Daniel groaned and buried his face in his hands. He was spiraling on a whole new level. He could not be jealous. That would imply he cared.

…Right?

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“I’m just saying — they’d be hot together.”

Jihoon casually leaned against the chain-link fence in his baseball uniform, watching Daniel and Haknyeon on the field. It was late afternoon, and baseball practice was winding down. Daniel was stretching (or showing off) while Haknyeon stood nearby, laughing at something one of the cheerleaders said.

Hyunjae, standing beside Jihoon. “You ship them?”

“Yeah. Absolutely,” Jihoon stated, eyes shining. “Enemies to lovers? That’s peak content.”

“This is real life. Not a romcom, brah.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Jihoon gusts. “The way Daniel stares at Haknyeon like he wants to murder him but also maybe make out with him? Iconic.”

“You think Haknyeon likes Daniel?” Hyunjae unassumingly queries.

“Oh, for sure ,” Jihoon replied almost instantly. “The only person Haknyeon talks about more than you is Daniel.”

Hyunjae’s brows lifted. “More than me?”

Jihoon’s smile faltered for half a second before he forced it back in place. “Shocking, right?”

“Honestly? Yeah." Hyunjae chuckled. "After all, Nyeonnie and I have been best mates since 3rd grade.”

Jihoon hesitated, glancing at Hyunjae through his lashes. “So… you’re sure you don’t have a thing for Haknyeon?”

Hyunjae blinked. “Pardon?”

“I mean, you guys are close -close,” Jihoon said like it wasn’t a big deal. “And you’re hot. He’s hot. If you two were hooking up, no one would question it.”

Hyunjae chortled, full and genuine. “I’m straight, Jihoon.”

“Yeah, but, like…" Jihoon was a bit disheartened. "Would you, by any chance, be gay if I asked you out?”

Hyunjae smiled and ruffled Jihoon’s hair. “You’re adorable.”

Jihoon’s stomach twisted. He covered it up with a grin. “So… no?”

“No.” Hyunjae’s eyes softened. “But you know I like you, right?

... As a friend.”

“Yeah,” Jihoon forced a smirk. “You’re missing out, though. I’d rock your world!”

Hyunjae half giggled, beaming. “I don’t doubt it.”

Jihoon sighed dramatically. “Ugh. Rejected. Again.”

Hyunjae nudged his shoulder. “Cheer up. If Daniel and Haknyeon hook up, you’ll have a front-row seat to the chaos.”

Jihoon brightened. “That’s true.”

“And honestly? I think Haknyeon likes him.” Hyunjae smiled.

“Really? How so?” Hope returns in Jihoon's eyes.

“Because I know Haknyeon,” Hyunjae simply responded. “He always gets this… look when he’s around someone he likes. And he gets that look around Daniel.”

Jihoon grinned from ear to ear. “Oh, this is gonna be fun. ”

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Later that evening, Hyunjae showed up at Haknyeon’s house .

Haknyeon’s mom greeted him at the door like he was family (because he basically was). “He’s in his room,” she said warmly.

“Thanks, Mrs. Ju,” Hyunjae flashed a bright, gummy smile. He had that golden boy charm that parents ate up.

Hyunjae made his way down the hall to Haknyeon’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and he was about to push it open when he heard it — a low, breathy sound.

A moan.

Hyunjae stopped in his tracks.

“…Daniel…”

“No fucking way,” Hyunjae whispered, hand covering his mouth to stop the laughter that was threatening to spill out.

He should’ve left. He should’ve walked away. But instead, Hyunjae stood there, dumbfounded, as another breathy moan escaped through the crack in the door.

This cannot be happening.

But more interestingly, he's getting chubbed up.

Yeah, he should ignore it. Hyunjae rubbed a hand down his face, knocking twice on the doorframe. “Yo.”

There was a sudden crash — a bottle hitting the floor.

“Uh — give me a second!” Haknyeon called out, voice high-pitched and panicked.

Hyunjae smirked. “Take your time,” and walked in.

A minute later, Haknyeon emerged from the bathroom, hair damp, cheeks flushed. He was wearing nothing but a towel, barely hanging on around his hips. Hyunjae’s eyes instinctively flicked down before forcing himself to focus on Haknyeon’s face.

Haknyeon nestled by the bathroom doorframe as if nothing had happened. “What’s up?”

“So… Daniel?” Hyunjae smiles as if teasing.

“Huh?” Haknyeon's brows furrowed.

“You said his name.”

“Y-You heard that?”

“Hard not to.” Hyunjae razzed. “You were kinda loud.”

Haknyeon flushed deeper but didn’t deny it. “Whatever.”

Hyunjae opened his mouth, then shut it, shifting his weight like he was considering something .

“What is it now?” Haknyeon raised an eyebrow.

Hyunjae looked down and shook his head. “Nothing.”

Haknyeon squints. “Bullshit.”

Hyunjae bit his lip, eyes skating away for a second. Then—

“It’s just…” He massaged the back of his neck. “I’ve been hearing things since you, um, since you transferred to Westfield High.”

“What kind of things?” Hakyeon answered, knowing where this leads.

Hyunjae’s gaze darted to the floor, then back to Haknyeon. “The... Um... Y-You know.”

“Oh, I see," Haknyeon’s smile sharpened. "You’re curious.” 

“I’m not curious.” Hyunjae scoffed.

Haknyeon’s head tilted. “You sure?”

“I mean… the whole five minutes thing…” Hyunjae scowled in doubt.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Haknyeon’s eyes gleamed.

"It's ridiculous." Hyunjae’s smile froze, catching Haknyeon giving him that judging look. “…I’m not gay.”

“Doesn’t have to be gay." There was a hint of mischief in Haknyeon's tone. "Just settling your doubts.”

Hyunjae paused, looking distinctly uncomfortable. “It’d prove nothing.”

Haknyeon stepped closer until their chests almost touched. His eye slid down to Hyunjae’s mouth. “Only one way to be sure.”

Hyunjae sighed. He knew Haknyeon would not let this pass.

“…You have condoms?”

Haknyeon grinned, walked over to his nightstand, pulled open the drawer, and gestured. “Pick your poison.”

Hyunjae glanced over the hidden contents. “Jesus. How much action are you getting?”

Haknyeon shrugged, pretending to examine his nails. “You’d be surprised.”

"Uh-huh," Hyunjae searched for a second and pulled out a Trojan Magnum XL.

Haknyeon’s eyes sparkled, ready to tease. “Seriously?”

“Oh, shut up, Nyeonnie.” Hyunjae didn't have to be a mind reader to know what Haknyeon was thinking.

Haknyeon’s mouth curled into a slow smile. “You know, I always knew you were packing, but this might exceed my expectations.”

Hyunjae ignores the compliment cause he's just that kinda guy. “We’re really doing this?”

“You said you wanted to find out.” Haknyeon’s expression darkened.

Hyunjae exhaled. “Fine.”

“Mirror,” Haknyeon states.

“What?”

“We’re not doing this on the bed," Haknyeon said, playing with the hem of the towel. "You need to see exactly why it only takes five minutes.”

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Hyunjae stood in the middle of Haknyeon’s bedroom, heart pounding like a drum. He clutched the condom. The crinkling of the wrapper was deafening in the silence. "First-time jitters," he told himself, though he knew it was more than that. This wasn’t just his first time doing anal—more so, it was his first time doing it with a guy. And not just anyone, but his best pal of 10 years.

Sensing his friend's apprehension, Haknyeon asked, "Are you 100% sure, bro?"

Yet something else coincided with his inquiry. Excitement? Nervousness? Hyunjae couldn’t quite tell.

“Yeah,” Hyunjae replied, sounding less confident than he intended. “I mean, we talked about it.”

“True. But you’ve never done this before. I want to make sure you’re comfortable. We don’t have to rush.”

Hyunjae could see how Haknyeon’s Adam’s apple bobbed. "Is he nervous, too?" Haknyeon had done this many times.

“I’m fine,” Hyunjae insisted. “Just… tell me what to do.”

Haknyeon bridged the gap, the scent of his aftershave filling Hyunjae’s nostrils. It was familiar and comforting.

“First, let’s ensure you’re ready.”

“Ready?" Hyunjae fidgets. "I thought we were just going to—”

“Relax. Stop being so tense,” Haknyeon interrupted, placing a hand on Hyunjae’s shoulder. “You need to loosen up, and part of that is making sure you’re… You know, hard.”

“I’m fine," Hyunjae’s cheeks redden. "I don’t need help with that .”

“Really?" Haknyeon raised an eyebrow. "You’re restless, and wound up tighter than a spring, bro.”

Hyunjae opened his mouth to argue, but stopped himself. He was anxious—more than he cared to admit. And while part of him wanted to prove he could handle this without any help, another part- a quieter, more curious one—was intrigued by Haknyeon’s offer.

"What would it feel like?" Haknyeon had always been so confident, so assured. Maybe letting him take the lead wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Fine,” Hyunjae conceded. “But don’t… don’t make it weird.”

“It’s only weird if you make it weird. Trust me, I’ve got this.” Haknyeon eyed the prominent bulge in his white shorts and got to his knees.

"This is really happening." Hyunjae internally panics. Not in his 18 years of (hetero) existence did he imagine this would transpire.

“You alright, bud?”

Hyunjae nodded, his throat dry. “Yeah. Just… go slow, okay?”

“Of course. We’ll go at your pace." Haknyeon calmly answered. "And if you want to stop at any point, just say the word.”

Hyunjae swallowed hard, his gaze locking with Haknyeon’s."Why does this feel so intense?" he wondered, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Haknyeon toyed with the waistband of Hyunjae’s shorts, his fingers brushing against bare skin as he slowly tugged them off. Hyunjae’s breath hitched, his half-chub springing free and hitting Haknyeon’s underjaw with a soft slap.

“Damn…” Haknyeon purred in shock. “I knew you were packing, but… fuck.”

Hyunjae’s face burned, though he couldn’t deny the rush of pride that surged through him. “S-Shut up,” he muttered, having no real bite to his tone.

"And to think you're not all the way hard yet," Haknyeon smirked, his fingertip tracing the length of Hyunjae’s hung shaft. “You must have the ladies begging with this thing. Seriously, it’s… Impressive.”

Hyunjae's dick twitched in Haknyeon’s hold. “Can we skip the commentary and just…?”

“Patience, my friend. It's all just part of our foreplay," Haknyeon notes. "Let me take care of you.”

Before Hyunjae could protest further, Haknyeon's plush lips brushed against the bulbous tip of his dick. Sniffing his earthy musk ebbed by the subtle scent of piss and dried sweat. A perfect combination.

“N-Nyeonnie…” Hyunjae quavered.

Haknyeon hummed, his tongue darting out to taste the precum beads forming at the slit. The sight of Haknyeon’s slick-stained lips, the feel of his mouth, was almost too much to bear. But Hyunjae can't look away.

“Mmm. You taste good,” Haknyeon muffled, licked the cockhead once again, scooping it with his tongue and ever-so-slowly took Hyunjae deep into his mouth. Half of it was enough to plug his airways. And Hyunjae was still growing. This thought lit a fire under Haknyeon's dumpy ass. "Just how big can he get?"

Stacked hands rotated back and forth while he blew his best mate till the entire phallus was covered in spit. So, SO much spit. Haknyeon's head game carried on for a good minute or two. Occasionally, he slaps the heavy appendage on his unfurled tongue and gobbles it back in. Haknyeon gagged more and more once it had attained its full mast~

Hyunjae’s grip tightened on the vanity, laboring to keep his orgasm at bay as spittle dripped down to his ball sack. “B-bro… shit… please…”

Haknyeon hollowed his cheeks, tongue expertly swirling from the bottom up, and began to bob his head faster. The drastic suction sounds transmitted shockwaves of indulgence from Hyunjae's head to his toes.

“Oh my god, I didn't know you could do all this, Nyeonnie, fuck…” Hyunjae's legs are beginning to feel like jelly. “F-Feels… so good …”

Haknyeon held Hyunjae’s hips, steadying him as he worshipped his dick. He spits on it. Smacks it on his face and sucks again as denser saliva envelops the rigid organ, so profusely that it dribbles to the floor.

Hyunjae felt his dick leak more pre. He couldn't control the outpouring any longer. Which only means—"Oh, sh-shit," he clasped the mirror, triceps flexing. “I’m gonna bust…” The pleasure rose like wildfire with every succeeding movement of Haknyeon’s skillful tongue.

He was dangerously close—until Haknyeon pulled back with a pop. “Not yet, big guy. We're just getting started.”

Hyunjae was edged. Real bad.

“How in the world do you manage to hide this monster?" Haknyeon wets his lips, enthralled by Hyunjae’s cock, standing tall and thick, glistening with gobs of spit. "This thing may even be longer than my forearm and wider than my wrist, jeez,” he reckons. Well, the fact is, Haknyeon was accurate on both assumptions. 💢

His hand seized the trimmed base, giving it a firm upward stroke as his tongue slurped on the continuous flow of precum from the leaking slit.

Hyunjae’s fingers tangled in Haknyeon’s hair. “Nghhh, b-bro…” his climax in retreat.

“Mmm, this is the perfect dick,” Haknyeon French kissed the blunt tip letting the clear fluids desecrate his lips before diving back down, taking more inches this time around, while his tongue traced the sensitive underside.

“N-No one’s ever… taken me this deep,” Hyunjae admitted, staring down as his best friend’s chops stretched around his girth. Neck swelling, full of cock. The image made his head spin, but how Haknyeon's throat constricted and took him to the edge again was utterly vile.

After ingesting thicker precum with hints of bitter semen, Haknyeon’s eyes shot up to meet Hyunjae’s and sucked harder. Yep, he's evil. Savage hands kept twisting at the base in tandem with the sloppy fellatio, mingling with Hyunjae’s ragged breaths.

“Fuck…” Hyunjae hissed, muscles taut, scrunching Haknyeon’s hair. "I'm close, Nyeonnie... Please... Please let me cum!"

But just as the tension coiled in his gut, Haknyeon liberated his raging erection again — multiple translucent strings of spit followed, leaving Hyunjae’s cock throbbing and neglected.

"Why did you fucking stop?!" Hyunjae grumbled in frustration, glaring down at Haknyeon, who was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Patience. We'll get there soon,” Haknyeon said, taking the condom packet that Hyunjae had been holding and tearing it open with his teeth. Hyunjae watched as Haknyeon placed the condom between his lips and used his mouth to roll it two-thirds of the way down on his extensive meat. That's how far it could go. 

Every little detail added to Hyunjae's waking demise—the contraceptive's compression, even how Haknyeon's tongue skimmed against the sensitive tip as he pulled away.

“Why in the heck are you so fucking good at this?"

"I've had a lot of practice," Haknyeon winked, grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into his hand before wrapping them around Hyunjae’s angry cock.

Pink at the cheeks, Hyunjae ogled while Haknyeon stroked him unhurriedly. His dick pulsed as the lube was spread. “I can’t wait to feel this beast inside me.” Haknyeon coos and gives the upright organ a mild squeeze, deeming its substantial weight.

Hyunjae never had sexual relations with the same gender. Nor did he dream of it. But everything that Haknyeon has done thus far was enough to make him forget his reservations, at least for a moment.

"I think you're all set for the main event." Haknyeon turned around, letting the towel drop as he bent over, his palms resting on the mirror for support. Hyunjae’s breath caught in his throat at the obscene view—Haknyeon’s ass was round and criminally flawless, his ass cheeks spread just enough to reveal the hairless, rosy hole.

"It's so tiny. How will I—?"

“Stop staring and start fucking me,” Haknyeon gave his arse a little shake, making it jiggle. Hyunjae felt a surge of desire course through him. His cock ticking in response witnessing those glorious PHAT buns wobble.

“Put it in,” Haknyeon's gaze transfixed on Hyunjae through the mirror. Hyunjae's breathing was unsteady right as he lined up and ever-so-slowly began to push forward.

The moment the cockhead breached the tight ring of muscle, Hyunjae mumbled. "Oh, fuck~what in the heavens is this?" He’d never felt anything like it. Haknyeon’s hole was impossibly tight, but that wasn’t all. There was something… different about it. Something extraordinary.⋆

As he eased in, inch by agonizing inch, he could feel pronounced ridges along the narrow channel, massaging his dick in a way that made his toes curl. It was almost alien, but it felt fatally intoxicating.⋆

Haknyeon saw Hyunjae's expression shift from the reflection. He's most likely puzzled at the new sensation, but the lust in his eyes gave way to something more desperate, more primal. “Move,” Haknyeon urged, snapping Hyunjae out of his daze.

Hyunjae obeyed, drawing back slightly before pushing in again with caution. It's like the deeper he goes, the more addictive IT gets.

Ahh, God... This feels so wrong, yet so right."

“Does that feel good?” Haknyeon glinted with mischief and glanced back at Hyunjae, knowing his effect on men very well.

Hyunjae could only nod, his body quivering as he tried to hold himself together. It hadn’t even been a minute, and he was already teetering on the edge, his cock pulsing amuck inside Haknyeon’s ridged walls. "How can anyone even last for 5 minutes in here?" He slowed down, trying to prolong the inevitable, but Haknyeon wasn’t having it.

With a gritty whimper, Haknyeon pushed back against him, taking his length deeper, and recklessly fucking himself on Hyunjae's cock.

“Wait—wait,” Hyunjae stammered, but Haknyeon didn’t stop. He locked on, like a vice, forcing the large phallus to stay buried inside, all while they both cried a series of erotic profanities.

“Fuck, fuck, N-Nyeonnie, stop!" Haknyeon did the exact opposite and slammed his rear nonstop. "You're going to fucking melt my dick off... Ahh, ahh, ahh, holy shit!!!” Hyunjae begged, but it was too late—everything was overwhelming.

His athletic frame tensed, hips jerking as he nutted long and hard, lunging forward, his nose pressed against Haknyeon’s nape, breathing hot against his damp skin.

Haknyeon felt it all—how much Hyunjae’s dick expanded, thumping with each spurt, the condom ballooning with his untimely release. "Yes... That's it, let all that baby batter go!" He reached back, nails digging into Hyunjae’s hip, wishing he could feel it all without the barrier between them.

When Hyunjae finally stilled, chest heaving, Haknyeon turned to look. “Are you okay?” he inquired softly, but it was tinged with something darker. 

Hyunjae couldn't answer right away, still shaking from the aftershocks... But then he felt it —Haknyeon squeezing him, the compact, ribbed rectum coaxing his cock back to life.  "Ahh, ahh, Nyeonnie," He keens, eyes widening in disbelief. His dick was hardening on command. Like it was spellbound to Haknyeon's special hole. No real pussy has this impact on him.

"How about that? You're still stiff as a brick," Haknyeon mocks. “You want to fuck me again, don't you, big boy?” he throws in with an edge of challenge.

“You leave me with no choice,” Hyunjae growled, pulling out and disposing of the soiled latex. He turned toward the bedside drawer where they kept the stash of condoms and lube, but Haknyeon stopped him.

“Wait.” The word was quiet, but it stopped Hyunjae in his tracks. Haknyeon’s eyes met his, blazing with desire. “I want it raw,” he said, seductively touching his perked-up tits.

Hyunjae froze. “Nyeonnie, you know the rules. We can’t have unprotected—” 

“It’s okay,” Haknyeon injects, his tone firm but gentle. “I’m clean. You’re clean. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Hyunjae was stumped. He knew this was a bad idea: "Practice safe sex or don't do it otherwise." That's what his father would always say.

Nevertheless, the distinct memory of how incredible IT felt with a condom was still fresh in his mind. There was something about Haknyeon's arse, something bewitching. He couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like without the contraceptive.

“Don't chicken out on me now,” Haknyeon insisted. He purposefully sticks two fingers into his teeny opening, enticing his straight mate like a moth to a flame. “Stop being such a wuss, and put that big dick of yours back in here!” and taps his pink, fluttering pucker.

Hyunjae stepped forward, snatching Haknyeon’s curvy hips again—the anticipation brewing.

"O-Okay, but I'll stop as soon as you cum." It was a meaningless statement, and they were aware of it.

Haknyeon bends over, emotionless, and replies.

"If you say so."

・・・

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“Are we really doing this?” Hyunjae already knew the answer but needed to hear it again.

Haknyeon gave him a death glare, "I swear to God if you don't put that big dick inside me in the next few seconds, I'll tie your hands and ride it against your will!"

"Well, that doesn't sound like a bad proposition."

"Okay, jeez, I'm just making sure. No need to be sadistic about it." Hyunjae positioned himself behind Haknyeon, who eagerly fanned his chunky buns apart, revealing that small, pink hole that had returned to its minuscule shape.

That's our boy. Always bounces back after a good beating.

Not in a million years would Hyunjae think that a guy's arse could have this effect on him, yet, here he was, horny and rigid as pole once more as Haknyeon’s hole fluttered, like it was begging for him.

“How the hell did I fit in here before?” Hyunjae muttered under his breath, his fingers tracing the rim gently.

Haknyeon giggled. “You fit because you’re perfect,” winking over his shoulder. “Now stop playing with it and fuck me already!”

"Fine. Stop being so bossy," Hyunjae presses his swollen tip, smearing precum onto the tiny pucker. "Breathe in."

Haknyeon was mid-inhale when Hyunjae slowly pushed in. And boy, having no condom did the trick. Every centimeter of flesh added ignited a shock of pleasure throughout Hyunjae's system. Those rectal crests felt surreal.

“God, you’re so BIGGG,” Haknyeon moaned, long and loud, his body arching into the sensation. “If I’d known you were packing this much, I would’ve been on my knees for you ages ago.”

Hyunjae reddens at the compliment but doesn’t have time to dwell on it. He needs to fuck Haknyeon ASAP, now that he has a taste of what's coming. He started to move, unhurried and measured, each one drawing another breathless moan from Haknyeon.

“Tell me how you like it, Nyeonnie," Hyunjae queried, rough with effort. "I need to know how you like to get fucked!"

The question caught Haknyeon off guard. No one had ever bothered to ask him during sex. Most guys just took a load off and called it a day. But Hyunjae was different. He cared.

“D-Downward. Fuck me downward,” Haknyeon lowered his knees to adjust the angle. “Hit my prostate. Go slow—I want to feel every inch of you.”

Hyunjae followed his lead, hovering up top, dipping his dick lower and lower until his cockhead bumped a walnut-sized nub. "There you are," he coos exactly when Haknyeon's limbs tautened. I need to know how you like to get fucked!"

“You like that, hmm? Like how my big dick fills you up?" Hyunjae poked at it some more. "Like it when I take my time?”

"Y-Yes. Yes! Fuck, yes! Just like that!”

The sound of Haknyeon’s scandalous moans was music to Hyunjae’s ears. He began to unbutton his shirt. Displaying broad pecs and washboard abs, coated in a sheen layer of sweat as the fabric fell away.

“Jesus, Hyunjae, you’re… you’re hot as fuck!”

Hyunjae snickered, his confidence growing with every word of praise. “Yeah? You really think so?"

"Undoubtedly..." Haknyeon's eyes raked over every detail of Hyunjae's gym-forged physique. "... The hottest guy who has ever topped me!"

"Yeah?"

The unsought admiration sent a rush of heat through Hyunjae, keeping his thrusts slow, deep, and calculated, groping Haknyeon's ass with his calloused hands.

"Ahh, ahh, H-Hyunjae... That damn dick feels so good... ripping me in two... Fuck..."

"No, baby, it's all you," Hyunjae mumbled intimately, "and this sweet, tight-ass pussy!"

Haknyeon flushed, but he didn’t shy away from it. “Keep talking like that, and I might just fall for you, you sexy motherfucker!”

Both were moaning like they were the only two people left on the planet.

They should probably dial their noise levels down. Mrs. Ju could barge in at—

“Hit me,” Haknyeon blurted.

Hyunjae froze. “What?”

“Slap my ass while you fuck me!”

Hyunjae hesitated, unsure if he’d heard correctly. But the fire in Haknyeon’s eyes told him he hadn’t misheard.

“I... I don't want to hurt you—”

“But I want you to.” Haknyeon injects. "Do it! Smack that ass!"

Hyunjae’s hand came down sharply, skin meeting skin echoing. *Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.* Haknyeon tensed, his hole tightening in such a way that almost gave Hyunjae a heart attack.

"G-Getting too tight... Nyeonnie..."

“Harder,” Haknyeon urged. "Hit me like you mean it!"

Hyunjae obliged, striking him repeatedly till those jiggling spheres bruised, causing Haknyeon to clench tighter. It was like a two-edged sword. The more he slaps, the more his dick gets wound up.

Haknyeon got so tight that Hyunjae had difficulty holding off, wrenching traces of sperm in his wake.

“I’m close, Nyeonnie,” he admitted. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”

“Then stop fucking me,” Haknyeon glanced at him through the mirror, his expression a mix of desire and something softer. “Just press your cock against my prostate and stay put. Let me feel you.”

Hyunjae did as he was told, hips stilling, dick submerged, his blunt tip marinated on those bundles of nerves. “I-Is this okay?” he wondered, tinged with concern.

"Y-Yes! It's more than okay," Haknyeon keens as he stroked himself. “You have no fucking idea how good your dick feels!”

His needy eyes met Hyunjae's in the mirror. “P-Pull my hair, please, pull it as hard as possible!”

Hyunjae paused momentarily before his fingers tangled in Haknyeon’s shiny locks, "Like this?" pulling his head back roughly. "Is this what you want?!"

"Fuck yeah, bring the pain! Yes, yes, Daddy!" 

"D-Daddy?"

The unsuspected nickname was enough to send Hyunjae over the edge. "You're sq-squeezing my dick too much! Nghh, oh, God—”

Like a switch, Haknyeon's hole constricts to a greater extent. Hyunjae's cock was spasming, discharging ample batches of precum like a broken faucet.

“Do it,” Haknyeon interrupted. “Cum inside me, Daddy. Put a baby in me!"

Greenlit, Hyunjae's hips jerked forward, grunting as he came, unloading deep inside Haknyeon. His enraged meat pulsated numerous times. Each mind-blowing spurt made his damp muscles shudder and flex.

And in a silent cry, Haknyeon convulsed beneath him, his own orgasm crashing over, fisting himself to completion, splashing ribbons of jizz on the carpet.

This is when Hyunjae confirmed that the rumors were indeed true. Haknyeon compelled him to nut twice, both in under five minutes.

 

... Haknyeon came... It's over... Or is it?

"Holy shittt," Hyunjae was immediately drawn out of his thoughts when Haknyeon suddenly propelled his ass back—fucking himself on his oversensitive junk!

“B-Bro, wait, what the fuck are you doing?!” Hyunjae’s voice cracked as his nails dug into the soft flesh of Haknyeon’s rear, ogling on those massive globes that suctioned his veiny pipe, glistening with a gluey concoction of cum and ass-slick.

The lewd scenery was explicitly unbearable—Hyunjae’s cock thumped as it slipped deeper into that impossibly tight heat. “We—We agreed to stop after you cum! Gahh, p-please, let me pull out! Ahh, it hurts!”

"I don't remember agreeing to anything." Haknyeon’s response was almost instant. He arched his back and pushed himself further, taking in more inches. “Just keep going. Keep fucking my pussy! Make me cum again!”

How can he say no? Not when Haknyeon is this eager.

Frantic, Hyunjae groaned in defeat. Forcibly shoving his numb dick into Haknyeon's greedy cunt. Each plunge elicited a sharp gasp from Haknyeon, his tight, ribbed, velvet walls clutching Hyunjae’s cock that made him overlook the discomfort—bit by bit.

“Kiss—kiss my neck,” Haknyeon whimpered, gripping the edge of the vanity for support. 

Hyunjae's chest pressed against Haknyeon’s back as he peppered the crook of his neck with tender, open-mouthed kisses. His lips lingered on a particularly sensitive spot. "Uunghhh!" Haknyeon let out a strangled moan as Hyunjae sucked a dark mark into his skin while fondling his tits, like he would a girl.

“This feels so fucking amazing,” Haknyeon puffed in rapture as the symphony of pelvis colliding on ass intensifies. “Don’t stop. Please, ruin me, Hyunjae, make me feel you for days!”

The coitus becomes brutal—bodies glimmering with sweat.

Another minute of harsh fucking passed, and Hyunjae was bewildered right as another orgasm was brewing, the overstimulation making his cock twinge in ache, but he ignored it, focusing entirely on Haknyeon—

He adjusted the angle, driving deeper until Haknyeon uttered a sharp cry. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, right there—” Haknyeon sobs, his hands clasping at Hyunjae’s burly forearm. “Right there, YES, that's the spot! Fuck.”

At this point, Hyunjae's hyperstimulated. Hair sticking to his forehead, sweating buckets. His advances are growing more erratic, relentlessly targeting that spot.

*Stronger skin-smacking noises*

Haknyeon’s high-pitched squirms grew louder, more desperate, until his body finally gave out. "Ah, ah, g-going to cream on that cock!" He wailed, climaxing with much exhilaration that Hyunjae had to cover his mouth mid-scream, all while Haknyeon's ass milked his best friend's horse cock as he spilled onto the floor for the second time!

The obscene image was more than sufficient to tip Hyunjae to the ledge. Neck veins bulging, burying himself within Haknyeon's depths, his swelling shaft ticked over a dozen times, painting Haknyeon’s insides white.

They stayed in that position for a moment. Hyunjae’s still buried to the hilt. Both were trembling and panting like dogs.

Haknyeon could feel his best mate's cock pulse inside him. Heavy. Refusing to soften. Like his body hadn’t gotten the memo that he had already finished.

"You good, bro?" Haknyeon purrs.

No response.

Then Hyunjae pulled out with a filthy squelch! All eyes were on his daunting erection, veins pronounced, ridiculously drenched in ass-slick and sperm cream. He tried to steady himself, but his legs shook.

"Shit, something's wrong. My cock is still throbbing!" They see the piss slit gaping, spewing a continuous flow of semen that trickled down to Hyunjae's low-hanging nut sack. "I need to cum again. I can't take it!" He furiously fists his tall, angry length, desperate for relief. Hyunjae's beefy bicep distends with every flick of his wrist.

Eyes wide in awe, Haknyeon flitted at Hyunjae's developing cum-face. Somehow, he even looked hotter this way. “You’re kidding,” he said, unbelieving of what he was witnessing. “You’re actually going again?!”

Hyunjae didn’t answer—he couldn’t. Instead, he picked up speed, using the vast volumes of seminal fluids as lube to fuck his fist with frenzied urgency!

*Fap! Fap! Fap!*

His crimson length was smothered in froths of sperm. Within seconds, Hyunjae erupted HARD, bellowing lustfully as his hot load sprayed across Haknyeon’s back and the mirror, leaving a sticky, glistening mess! 14 powerful sprays and counting~

“Jesus, Hyunjae, you came so much, bro!" Haknyeon's eyes never left the cum-ejecting rig, just as Hyunjae's hand slowed down. "What a fucking beast!”

Weaker spouts of ejaculate discharged from his dick. Hyunjae’s face burned with embarrassment, but he couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through him seeing Haknyeon swipe through the clutter of spooge on the mirror and lick his finger clean.

“You're a one nasty little fucker, you know that!?" 

“Stop pretending you don't like it,” Haknyeon snatched Hyunjae’s overworked junk, guiding it back to his entrance. “Come here. Let me keep you warm."

"E-Easy, ahh, shit," Hyunjae moans as his barely softened member settles in. “Phew. I gotta say, you made this day unforgettable, Nyeonnie.” He runs his palm from Haknyeon's breasts to his lower abdomen to pull him closer.

They stood there for a while in front of the mirror. Hyunjae’s dick nestled inside as Haknyeon combed the back of his head. Their eyes locked. Lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss— they've never done that in 10 years. Not ever.

“Is that okay?”

Hyunjae nodded, his heart pounding. “Yeah,” his lips brushed against Haknyeon’s as he spoke. “It’s okay.”

They kissed again, passionately this time. Haknyeon’s tongue teased at Hyunjae’s lips, and Hyunjae didn’t resist, his mouth opening to let Haknyeon in.

After minutes upon minutes of French kissing, Hyunjae’s hung appendage slipped out with a wet plop. Haknyeon's hole gaped, streams of cum leaking down his thighs as he sank to the floor.

Hyunjae's forehead pressed on the mirror, regulating his breaths. Droplets of sweat highlight the sharp lines of his chiseled face, ripped torso, and muscular arms.

“That…” he snuffed, gesturing at Haknyeon's hollow entry. “…should come with a warning sign. It's like the final boss in an RPG.”

Haknyeon's tongue clicks and playfully shoots Hyunjae with an imaginary finger gun. "Told you I’m a legend.”

“Actually… I think that was the best I’ve ever had.” Hyunjae confesses.

Haknyeon blinked, face heating. “Seriously?”

“Yeah... And you?” Hyunjae rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks pink. "Don't sugarcoat it for my sake."

“Out of everyone? ... You were honestly the best,” Haknyeon's eyes dipped lower intentionally. “And… the biggest. By far.”

"By far?" Hyunjae chortled. "You're such a sleaze, bro." He stretched, muscles rippling. "Tissues?”

“Third drawer down,” Haknyeon moved to the bed, not trying to hide how he trailed after his hot best friend.

Hyunjae crossed the room, completely unbothered by the view he was giving. Haknyeon bit his lip, watching the way those back muscles shifted as Hyunjae bent to open the drawer.

"You got a lot of moist towelettes in here," Hyunjae noted, walked back, sat, and started wiping Haknyeon’s body clean.

“You don’t have to—” Haknyeon began.

“Zip it. I don't want to hear it, kay?” Hyunjae retorts, concentrating on the task.

“You’re… really good at taking care of me.”

“Yeah, well… you matter.”

Haknyeon was beet red.

After giving himself, Haknyeon, and the mirror a thorough post-nut cleanse, Hyunjae tossed the used wet wipes into the nearest bin with the flair of a basketball player. "Swoosh, three points!" he declared, prompting a giggle from Haknyeon as they sprawled naked on the mattress. Hyunjae lay beside him as if it were the most natural thing in the world—

“I wasn’t joking,” Haknyeon said after a beat, quieter now.

“About what?”

“That you’re… the best! Whether that be in bed or just life in general. No one could even compare.”

Hyunjae looked at him, a hint of realness in his expression. “And you’re not just saying that?”

“Nope. You know me. No BS.”

Hyunjae beamed, flustered in a way he probably didn’t even realize was charming. “Well… you were pretty fucking incredible too—At, you know.”

“Obviously~.” Haknyeon chimes in with sarcasm.

“God, you’re insufferable.”

They laughed as Hyunjae slid an arm around Haknyeon’s waist and tugged him in. Haknyeon let himself be pulled, head resting against Hyunjae’s shoulder, the steady rhythm of his breathing grounding them both.

After a moment, Hyunjae’s voice cut through the stillness. “So… Daniel?”

Haknyeon grumbled. “We’re not talking about this.”

“Oh, we are,” Hyunjae said, a grin audible in his tone. “You like him, don't you?”

“Err... Maybe.”

“You guys have chemistry,” Hyunjae pointed out. “Like, undeniable chemistry.”

“We argue all the time.”

“That’s just foreplay, bro.”

Haknyeon chuckled despite himself.

“You know Daniel stares at your ass? Like, 24/7.”

Haknyeon turned his head, scandalized. “For real?”

“Yeah. Constantly. It’s honestly distracting.”

Haknyeon’s lips furled into a slow smile. “…Interesting.”

“You should go for it.”

“I dunno... W-What if I fuck it up?”

“Then you—we'll figure it out. But it’s worth a shot, right?”

Haknyeon’s heart did something weird in his chest. Looking at Hyunjae’s easy, quiet smile…

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Maybe it is.”

"Don't think about it for too long. Life is short." Hyunjae pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Besides, I'll be here to catch you when you fall. So jump."

Haknyeon curled up in Hyunjae's soothing embrace, his eyelids slipping shut as his thoughts of Daniel wandered to romantic scenarios until sleep took him.

・・・

Chapter Text

Jihoon was on his usual afternoon campus loop — half for cardio, half for gossip reconnaissance — when he spotted something strange. Or rather... someone walking strangely.

Haknyeon.

Limping next to Hyunjae.

Jihoon watched them say their goodbyes, Hyunjae patting Haknyeon on the back like he hadn’t rearranged his spinal alignment last night.

As soon as Haknyeon left, Jihoon pounced. “Hyunjae! Buddy! Sunshine of my gay dreams!”

Hyunjae blinked, caught mid-step. “Uh... hey?”

Jihoon threw an arm around him, giving him the most obviously fake bro hug in history. “You look... radiant. Like post-nut clarity in human form. Tell me — who’s the lucky lady?”

Hyunjae froze. His smile faltered for a millisecond — and then he spoke, too carelessly, “What makes you think it’s a she?”

Jihoon’s jaw dropped. “NO FUCKING WAY.”

Hyunjae immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

Jihoon gasped, clasping his chest. “I cannot believe I’m not your first! I—This is homophobic. I demand a redo!”

“Jihoon,” Hyunjae, already regretting everything, “don’t.”

“No, no. I will only shut the hell up if you tell me who it was. I deserve closure.”

Hyunjae smirked and made the universal motion of zipping his lips. “I’m a gentleman. I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Another reason why I love you,” Jihoon groaned dramatically. “Hot, humble, emotionally intelligent. It’s despicable.”

Hyunjae chuckled, leaned in close — too close — and whispered. “But if I were to give you some advice... tell Daniel to invest in a ribbed Fleshlight.”

Jihoon was visibly puzzled. Animated question marks floating above his head.

“... Wait. What?”

Hyunjae straightened up, a grin playing on his face. “To prepare him. For what’s coming.”

He winked and sauntered away like he hadn’t just detonated a gay nuke in Jihoon’s brain.

Jihoon stood there for a minute or two, replaying the scene.

"Haknyeon... Limping...

Hyunjae... Advise...

Ribbed... Fleshlight...

Prepare... Daniel..."

“Oh. My. God.” Jihoon mumbled. “Haknyeon’s ass is the sex toy!”

He sprinted to the nearest intimate shop after school hours.

-ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ-

Next day

The practice was already heating up. The sun beat down hard, but not as hard as Daniel’s thirst. Jihoon clocked him instantly, flirting with a first-year student just there for show as his eyes drifted to Haknyeon.

More specifically, to Haknyeon’s glorious rump!

That thing had gravity. The kind of bounce that Kim Kardashian wished she had.

And those tight baseball pants? Woof. Those clung like they were tailor-made to highlight every sinful curve of Haknyeon’s natural, devastating backside.

Jihoon crept behind Daniel like a devil on his shoulder. “Enjoying the view?”

Daniel jumped. “What the—dude!”

“You were drooling~♪"

“I was not,” Daniel replied, a little too fast.

“Uh-huh.” Jihoon expressed, unconvinced. "You were tracking that booty like it had GPS, and you were the damn satellite!"

“I don't have to do that I can have anyone on this damn campus," Daniel scoffed. "Why waste time window shopping?”

Jihoon cupped Daniel’s face gently and tilted it toward the outfield.

Haknyeon was mid-sprint, phat cheeks clapping in his pants.

Daniel gulped.

“Yeah,” Jihoon said. “Maybe not everyone.”

“I told you. I’m not into him.” Daniel deflected.

“Sure, and I’m straight," Jihoon chimed with sarcasm. "... Look, no one knows you like I do, bro... That thing in your pants was doing a whole standing ovation for his tushy!"

“Buzz off,” Daniel muttered.

🗣 The coach blew his whistle, calling the boys back to formation.

Jihoon grinned as they jogged toward the field. “I got something for you later, by the way.”

“Yeah? What kind of something?”

“A gift. You’ll love it. Trust.”

Practice ends

The players dragged themselves off the field, sweaty and laughing, tossing water bottles and complaints. Jihoon nudged Daniel as they neared the lockers. “We shower last.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because the gift is not safe for civilian eyes,” Jihoon replies like he’s briefing an elite spy on a top-secret mission.

Daniel grew suspicious but followed without protest. Jihoon was always on some bullshit, and it was easier to go with it than ask too many questions.

They started undressing when a shadow fell across the entrance.

Haknyeon.

He stood just inside the door, fully dressed. A bag on his left shoulder, hands clutching the strap. His hair, damp from his post-shower rinse, curled at the ends—but the look in his eyes was anything but casual.

He was nervous.

Daniel noticed. So did Jihoon.

Haknyeon wavered— then his gaze locked on Daniel. He took a step closer. And another, until he stood right before him, trying to look calm, but his shoulders were tense, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

"Daniel," Haknyeon said softly, a little hesitant. “Can we talk?”

There was a pause. Daniel's eyes darted to the rest of the locker room, then back to Haknyeon. A cocky smile spread across his face, the kind that begged to be slapped.

“Let me guess—you caught feelings?” he mocked, loud enough for a few guys nearby to turn their heads. “Sorry, sweetheart. My dick's not a charity case.”

Then, someone in the locker room snorted.

Another guy burst out laughing until everyone else did.

Daniel joined them half-heartedly.

Haknyeon didn’t.

His cheeks flushed, not the cute kind— the burn of humiliation. His eyes flicked toward the other guys, toward the sound of giggles echoing off metal lockers and tile floors.

For a heartbeat, he didn’t just look hurt—he looked betrayed.

His mouth opened like he would say something— maybe fight back, maybe laugh it off— but nothing came out. Just a shaky exhale.

“Forget it,” he walked out, footsteps brisk and stiff. Not a single glance back.

The thunderous laughter eventually died down.

Jihoon elbowed Daniel hard. “Dude. What the fuck was that?”

Daniel’s smug grin faltered. “It was just a joke.”

“That wasn’t a joke. That was you being a dick," Jihoon snapped, glaring at him. "Haknyeon worked up the courage to talk to you, and you embarrassed him in front of the entire team.”

Daniel stared at the floor, stumped. “...Yeah. You're right. I—I don't know what I was thinking."

“No, shit—you weren’t thinking. That was your ego talking. You saw a chance to flex, to make it look like you were too good for him. But all it did was make you look small.”

Daniel winced. The truth hit harder than the elbow. His shoulders sank. “I messed up.”

“Yeah, you did,” Jihoon said, softer now. “But I know you’ll fix it. That’s what you do. You screw up, then you grow from it. Just… don’t let this be the part where you stop being the guy I know you are.”

Daniel did not respond right away, but the guilt in his eyes said enough.

Jihoon let the silence linger momentarily, then sighed and plopped beside him on the bench.

“Alright,” Jihoon muttered, nudging Daniel with his knee. “You’re brooding. That’s weird. Wanna see something that’ll get your mind off your emotional constipation?”

Daniel side-eyed him. “Great. Is it a shovel? So I can dig my own grave?”

“Ha-ha, good one. But, no.” Jihoon grabbed a towel, giving Daniel a suspicious and amused look. “C’mon. Everyone’s cleared out. You’re overdue for your surprise.”

Daniel furrowed his brow. “If this is another prank, I swear—”

“No pranks. Just something to help you recalibrate your emotional compass.”

Jihoon nodded toward the showers. “Now move your angsty ass.”

Still frowning but too curious not to follow, Daniel stood up. He trailed behind Jihoon, bare feet quiet on the tile floor, the distant echo of chatters long gone.

The door to the showers creaked open. Jihoon looked over his shoulder, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Trust me. You’ll thank me for this one.”

・・・

Chapter Text

The showers hissed with steam. Daniel stood beneath the hot spray, water cascading over his face. Still, it did nothing to remove the guilt gnawing at his conscience.

His mind was spinning— not from the game or the soreness in his limbs, but from the look of betrayal Haknyeon gave him. That wasn’t some playful jab— that was cruel. He was cruel. Why the fuck had he said that?

Maybe it was the tension, his ego, or the bottled-up confusion. The way Daniel couldn’t go a single practice without stealing glances at that unfair, physics-defying arse.

But even with all that, there's no excuse.

He had to make it right.

Meanwhile, Jihoon acted like a raccoon about to break into a vending machine. Eyes darting around like the feds were on him, ensuring no one else was nearby.

“Dude,” Daniel said, “what's going on?"

Jihoon grinned and slipped into Daniel’s shower stall, buck-naked and holding a suspicious-looking box. Mist swirled around him like he was summoning a demon. A very inappropriate, very slippery demon.

“Bro, I'm in the middle of a bath. Get out,” Daniel spluttered, suds running down his abs.

Jihoon held up the item like he was presenting the Holy Grail. “Behold. The gift.”

“Wait. Is that a Fleshlight ?" Daniel questioned. "Dude, did you seriously bring a sex toy to school? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“It's not just any Fleshlight,” Jihoon muttered like a mad scientist. “Ribbed. Premium. Limited edition... A reliable source told me it mimics the feel of Haknyeon’s magical ass-of-the-gods!”

Daniel froze. “...Excuse me, what source?”

“Let’s just say... someone who’s been there. And came back changed.” Jihoon snickered and winked.

Daniel was still trying to process the fact that somewhere, someone had compared Haknyeon’s butt to a ribbed sex toy, and Jihoon believed them enough to buy it— that's when Jihoon grabbed his hand and made him feel the insides.

His fingers sank into the toy, and he almost dropped it. “Jesus fucking Christ. That’s... Unreal.” Daniel was engulfed in horror, arousal, and confusion. Mostly arousal.

Jihoon arched a brow. “Wanna give it a spin?”

Daniel paused. His conscience said, "Don’t you dare." But his dick? His dick was already aching for it.

The faint sound of water hitting the tiles mixed with the sharp rip of the lube packet being torn open as Jihoon squeezed a few sachets of clear gel into the toy.

“We better hurry,” Jihoon notes. “You know how the coach is with his final rounds after practice.”

"Yeah, yeah, but first, I need to get fucking hard," Daniel tugs his half-chub, eyebrows bobbing, signifying that he needed 'assistance.' 

Jihoon was about to get on his knees when—"Woah! What the actual fuck, man, that's the thickest dick I have ever seen!" he straightens back up, in awe and disbelief.

"Yeah, whatever, I get that a lot," Daniel snatched Jihoon's hair, guiding him south to get on with it. "Let's go, chop, chop! Time to put that loud mouth of yours to good use!"

"Dan, NO! As much as I love to suck dick and you know I DO— I love me more," Jihoon slapped Daniel's hand away. "I'd die of asphyxiation if I got my mouth anywhere near that thing!"

"Okay, okay, I hear ya," Daniel sighs in defeat. "Truth is, I rarely get head from anyone, and when I do, they'd just lick it like a fucking lollipop. No one is brave enough to take it all in."

"Bro, you know I care about you, but I do understand those people," Jihoon makes a circle with his hand, attempting to measure his friend's member. "Daniel Junior here is thicker than a can of beer... And you're not even fully hard yet! That's some next-level shit right there."

Daniel should be all cocksure and smug, but he isn't. Jihoon's honest reaction only validates the fact that he will never get his dick sucked properly, ever. And that's a big pill to swallow. Pun intended.

"Cheer up, man, it's not the world's end... Maybe you can take it as a good indication that you have found the one if they would be willing to risk their life and choke to death on your junk!"

⚾︎

Daniel was supposed to answer, but he barely managed a nod when Jihoon stepped behind him; his brain zapped as skin touched skin. They’d done this before—masturbating together—but this…this was a different ball game, a whole new level of intimacy.

"Let me help remove all this bad energy and get this bad boy on ya," Jihoon guided Daniel’s hand away from his dick and replaced it with the Fleshlight. The cold silicone made Daniel shiver, but the sensation quickly morphed into something far more heated as Jihoon lowered the toy down his length, twisting it snugly at the trimmed base.

"See? One remarkable thing about toys is that they don't complain. No matter what size you're packing!"

“Ahh,” Daniel's half-hard meat slipped into the tight, ribbed interior. The texture sent a buzz of pleasure through him that made his knees weak. "T-This feels so fucking weird, bro... Ahh..." he grips Jihoon's wrist tightly. "Ahh, nghh, ahhh..."

“You like that tight little pussy, Danny-boy?” Jihoon's mouth ghosts over Daniel’s earlobe, his tongue swiping lightly, teasing. Daniel’s head fell back against Jihoon’s shoulder, a deep moan escaping his lips as Jihoon’s fingers found his nipple, rolling it between them with a sly smile.

“I want you to imagine Haknyeon’s wet, ass pussy,” Jihoon resumed with provocation. “I know you think about him when you jerk off!”

Daniel could not deny it, his cock swelling further inside the toy. Haknyeon. The name alone was enough to get him flustered. He’d fantasized about that perfect bubble butt more times than he could count, but having Jihoon there, feeding into the fantasy, elevated the experience to new heights.

"You're shaking, bro," Jihoon’s tongue skimmed against the crook of Daniel’s neck and sucked on the sensitive skin. “If this pocktepussy exhibits a fraction of what being inside Haknyeon feels like, then you’re in big trouble,” Jihoon purred like the devil. “You might not last long. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.”

Daniel groaned in response, his body trembling with anticipation. He had no words to dispute as the Fleshlight's ribbed texture massaged every growing inch of him. Jihoon began to move it slowly and steadily, building tension. The maddening combination of lubed suction and pliable friction drove Daniel wild.

“I can feel your cock getting harder by the second,” Jihoon says in amusement. The toy squelched as he picked up the pace, the lewd sound echoing within the confines of the shower hall. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Love how your fat dick fills up Haknyeon's tight pussy!"

Daniel’s head spun, chest rising and falling, trying to hold off his impending climax, but Jihoon knew exactly which buttons to push. His eyes squeezed shut, the image of Haknyeon’s delicious ass flashing in his mind—round, plump, perfect.

“I bet Haknyeon's screaming your name by now,” Jihoon's words were a sultry taunt. “Can you hear how wet he is for you? His teeny cunt, miserably stretched around this big cock, pleading to be filled with your hot cum!”

The words hit Daniel like a punch to the gut, his hips uncontrollably jerking forward, dick ticking violently inside the toy. He was close, so close, the pressure building in his core, threatening to explode.

“Aw, do you want to cum in Haknyeon’s tight ass?" Jihoon's ministrations double in speed. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? Bust inside that cunt you have been dreaming about all these months... Now's your chance, Dan, mark him as yours!”

“Yes, yes,” Daniel wheezed, clutching Jihoon's hip. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK YES!”

"Yeah?" Jihoon giggled in Daniel’s ear, his breath hot. “Then show me what you got, big boy! Unleash that fucking load!”

That was all it took. Daniel’s six-pack flexed, becoming even more pronounced with a throaty moan as dense ropes shot into the Fleshlight. It took over nine full-bodied tics when the warm liquid spilled over the edges, dousing his sperm-filled sack with semen as Jihoon yanked the toy away. *SQUELCH* Daniel’s rigid shaft wobbled and pulsed, releasing more jizz that splattered against the shower wall, the white streaks stark against the pale tiles.

“That’s it, fucking breed Haknyeon’s cunt, bro. Keep that hot gravy flowing!” Jihoon spurred with perverse satisfaction. Fascinated by the sheer volume and intensity of Daniel's release.

Daniel panted, quivering with the orgasmic aftershocks, feeling Jihoon’s hard-on rub on the cleft of his ass.

“Fuck, that was a good one, dude! Never seen you cum that much,” Jihoon said, stepping away. Daniel's still dazed as Jihoon moved to the wall where wads of his spooge were dripping. With a wicked grin, Jihoon scooped up some of the fresh liquid and, without hesitation, bent over and started to finger himself open.

“Jihoon, what are you…?” Shocked and aroused, Daniel's meaty package was already stirring again. Jihoon glanced over his shoulder. “Like what you see, Danny-boy?” his fingers working deeper into himself. “I love how warm your cum is. Fuck, it’s like liquid gold.”

"I... I thought you would not—"

"Oh no, dear. I may not suck on it, but that doesn't mean I won't stick it in my ass!" Jihoon licks his upper lip, ogling at his best mate's bull of a cock, scarlet and heavy~

Daniel was almost at full mast, cock throbbing relentlessly. "You really can't go a day without getting something long and hard inside that hungry hole of yours, can you, you little slut?" He spat into his palm and began stroking himself, his eyes glued to Jihoon’s soapy buns.

Jihoon smiled, his lower body rocking back against his own fingers, fucking himself eagerly. “That I am. But the question is…what will you do about it, bro?” His rosy pucker was inviting, glistening with gloops of cum. Daniel scoffed, dick veins bulging, leaking precum, and completely-hard again!

“Can you make me cum in under seven minutes, just like everyone else?” Jihoon goaded.

Daniel’s eyes squinted, meeting Jihoon’s gaze. “Challenge accepted,” he snarled, smacking Jihoon’s rear with a resonant slap, sealing the deal.

Daniel knelt on the wet floor, the shower water sprinkling over his head, positioning himself between Jihoon’s spread legs. The enclosed cubicle reeked of sex. Even the shampoo's apple scent did little to mask the raw, primal aroma.

Jihoon's palm and cheek pressed on the tiled wall, his limbs uneasy as Daniel’s tongue traced a hot, wet line up his thigh, moving closer to the prize. “Fuck, D-Danny,” Jihoon reached back, fingers tangling in Daniel’s damp hair. “You’re such a tease.”

Daniel peeked up, his eyes dark with lust. “How many guys have fucked this slutty cunt of yours, hmm?” he asked. Unable to answer, Jihoon's rump was struck again, the sound ringing in the small space.

"I don't know... Seven? Eight? Mmffff," Jihoon snuffed a feeble whine, a blend of ache and pleasure etched on his face. “It doesn't matter, just eat me out already, you asshole!”

“So demanding, even for a cockwhore!" Daniel chortled low and gravelly. "Faggots like you love to get rimmed, right?” he hums and dove in, tongue swirling the perimeter. Jihoon’s spine arched, cracking a strangled moan as Daniel’s worked him open, probing and tasting the remnants of his cum mixed with the pungent slickness.

“Shit, you taste so nasty, brah,” Daniel hushed against Jihoon’s taint. "Just what I expected from a serial cumdump," He pulled back slightly, spitting directly onto the prepped hole, and lapped at it again, his tongue delving deeper. Jihoon scrabbled against the tiles, body quivering, his knuckles white. “W-We don’t have much time,” he half-whimpered. “Coach could walk in any second!”

“Then let’s make this count,” He rose to his feet, his rock-hard cock in hand, tapping the head against Jihoon’s entrance. “Think you're ready for me?”

“J-Just…go slow, okay?" Jihoon pleaded.

“Yeah, I know. All you Bottoms say the same thing,” he said, very cocky, gradually pushing the sizeable tip in. "Shit. Fucking relax, bro. I can't get in!"

"It's not my fault that you have a baseball bat for a dick, dude!"

"Shut the hell up!" Daniel spat several times where they connected, attempting to add any form of lubrication when it dawned on him how much his cockhead dwarfed his best friend's puckering entry. "You leave me no choice, brah. I have to force it in!" he roars out of frustration.

"Force it? Wait—no, no, please don't, DANNN~AHHH FUCKKK!" Both of them cried in unison, Jihoon in pain, Daniel in rapture, right when the overly thick shaft ripped him open! There were hints of blood as Jihoon’s thighs shook, endeavoring to adjust to the inhuman thickness~

“Stop squirming like a bitch and take it! This ain't your first rodeo,” Daniel seized Jihoon’s hips, mirthful. “What’s the matter, bro? Never had a dick this big before?!”

It was, in fact, true. Though Jihoon was an ambitious size queen, he was only used to average-sized dicks and dildos.

Jihoon whimpered, his cheek chafing against the wall, feeling the weight of Daniel's monstrous manhood twitch inside. “Sh-Shut up… Just do it. Fuck me!"

"Are you sure? I don't think you can handle it," Daniel chuckled darkly, mocking Jihoon by thrusting shallowly with just a quarter of his hefty pipe. “Is this enough? Or does your greedy cunt want more?” Teary-eyed, Jihoon’s nails scratched the tiled partition, “God, please…I~I need more,” he begged, his voice breaking with desperation. "Dan, please!"

“I’d usually make you bottom whores beg harder. But since you’re my best mate, I’ll give you a free pass!” He hooked an arm under Jihoon’s right leg, lifting it to give himself better access, and shoved in two-thirds of his length by agonizing degrees.

Jihoon’s racy riots echoed through the locker room for each concrete inch added, his body writhing from the sheer size of Daniel’s impossibly thick cock. “Oh, fuckkk,” he dragged out the words. “It’s so f-fucking HUGE!” yet his gay mug was drooling nonstop.

Daniel’s grin was feral, his confidence skyrocketing. “Yeah, I know, baby, I know,” Taking his time, barely pulling out and stabbing back into Jihoon’s strained heat. "Sluts like you always fascinate me. You cry from agony and discomfort, but your dirty ass just keeps sucking me in..."

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps cuts through the haze. Daniel stopped in his tracks, his eyes snapping to Jihoon’s.

"Shh. He's here!"

・・・

Chapter Text

Daniel shushes Jihoon, who is still impaled on his throbbing length. ”Shh,” he hisses over the still-running shower.

The footsteps grew louder and stopped just outside the shower area. ”Is someone still in here?”

Daniel then felt Jihoon’s ass clenching tighter around him in an almost unbearable way. ”Y-Yes, coach,” he called out, attempting to conceal the lust in his response. ”I’m still here.”

”Kang, practice was over nearly an hour ago. What in the world are you doing in there?”

Daniel smirked, his slick-saturated cock unmoving, buried deep inside Jihoon, who was struggling to stay quiet. ”I’m, uh, just finishing up, coach. I’ll come out soon,” With a casual shift, Daniel’s blunt tip nestled right where Jihoon felt it most—taut, thick, and dangerously precise. Jihoon’s eyes crossed, biting Daniel’s hand to stifle a scream.

At that juncture, Jihoon realized how perfectly shaped Daniel's infamous dick was, curving just right, made to hit the mark without even trying. Daniel could feel the way Jihoon’s tense arse quivered around him, zoning in on where they obscenely connected and how the fleshy rim clung to his hefty girth.

They heard the older man hesitate for a moment, but replied. ”Alright. Don’t forget to switch off the lights, okay, Kang?”

”Yes, Coach Donghae,” Daniel strained while he resumed to fuck Jihoon at a snail's pace, waiting until he heard their coach's footsteps recede, but instead of leaving, Donghae hid just around the corner. Daniel didn’t notice—too focused on how Jihoon shuddered, crumbling on his fat cock from each measured plunge.

”Phew,” Daniel whispered, pulling his hand away from Jihoon’s mouth. ”That was close...” He paused, then, without warning, slapped Jihoon across the face. Abrupt and sudden. Leaving the other boy stunned.

”We almost got caught because of your dirty mouth!” Daniel growled dangerously. He gripped Jihoon’s hips tightly, pulling him onto his bullcock with a brutal thrust. ”Do you want to get caught, huh, bitch?" Jihoon cried out in pain. "Have Coach Donghae watch while I scramble your guts?!”

Instead of replying, Jihoon took the Fleshlight and jerked off with it, feeding off his friend's sinful claims. Coating his dick with the remnants of cum still inside the toy while Daniel continued to rail him. "Admit it—you fantasize about him, bending you over his desk, like the needy cunt you are." Daniel sneered, his orbs dilated with pure malice.

Jihoon was cockdumb at this point, crying at the top of his lungs. ”Fuck yeah! I want to feel Coach's big cock wreck my hungry pussy more than he does with his wife!" Donghae overhears, astonished. His dick hardens within its confinement, oozing more precum.

Daniel laughed maniacally, his advances punishing. ”You’re the nastiest whore I know. Dreading to be violated by married men,” he said with disgust and admiration. ”I've had my fun. Now get ready for the whole thing!"

Jihoon’s eye sockets went wide like saucers right when Daniel pushed the last few inches of his girthy shaft into him. He gagged from the immense pressure brewing above his prostate, causing his vision to blur and his body to convulse—

"Y-You're ripping me into shreds with that cock!" Jihoon sounded like he was being raped. Flesh slapping against wet flesh rang through the shower hall from Daniel's onslaught, mingling with the splashes of water.

Unbeknownst to them, the 45-year-old trainer they were talking about remained in the shadows, his breath uneven, unbelieving of how bricked up he was. Donghae had never felt this way—he was, first and foremost, a husband, a father, and a respected coach. But Jihoon’s suggestive cries and Daniel’s dominant remarks were too much to oppose.

 
Donghae’s hand crept to his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his painful erection. He couldn’t help it—he needed release. He needed to take part in this immorality.

 
Back in the shower, Jihoon looked like a man possessed. His eyes balled at the back of his head, trembling while being hammered closer and closer to the edge. ”Yes, yes, fuck me harder! You're hitting all the right spots—Oh, shit-shit-SHITTT, m'close!"

 
Daniel’s rhythm quickens, his fingers digging into flesh, doubling his speed until his domineering drives become erratic. ”Going to cum for me, hmm?” he bellowed. Jihoon could only respond with deafening squeals. ”Did I jumble your brain so much that you can't even talk? Stupid fucking faggot," Jihoon keens, laboring to stave off his incoming climax~

 
”Fuck, I'm cumming. I'm~I'm going to nut on your massive cock!" Jihoon felt like he was about to lose his damn mind.

Sex with Daniel wasn't just an experience; it was life-changing.

With one final thrust, Daniel groans and explodes! His scarlet phallus pulsed ceaselessly, overfilling Jihoon’s man-womb with his virile essence. Synchronously, exactly at 4 minutes, Jihoon's piercing mewls crescendoed into an ear-splitting orgasm. "Ahh, God, your dick's so fucking HUGE! Fuckkk!!!" He discards the ribbed Fleshlight letting his dick spurt gloopy cords onto the shower door and tiled floors—untouched!

 
All while, Daniel flooded his guts, so copious that it spilled out, drenching his ass and thighs with torrents of rich spooge. Jihoon's nether regions could be mistaken for the fucking Niagra Falls. A delicious mishmash of adolescent fluids, painting a crime scene in the confined cubicle~

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From the corner of the shower hall, peeking behind a thick cloud of steam, Coach Donghae wasn’t far behind. He gawked at the two obscured figures banging behind the frosted glass, pumping his heavy, precum-doused boner, fueled by temptation and jealousy, imagining himself in Daniel’s place.

He bit down on the hem of his rolled-up shirt to stifle his moan, fucking into his fist, reveling in Jihoon’s alluring lamentations. It was like a summoner's chant, extracted from a depraved fantasy, conjuring Donghae's libido to an unimaginable high. He could practically feel Jihoon’s warmth, envisioning how his student's tight young hole would stretch around his thick, married cock.

*Faster wrist-flicking. Sweaty arm muscles flex.*  Donghae couldn’t hold back anymore. Hearing the slap of skin, the wet squelch of Daniel’s cock wantonly plunging in and out of Jihoon’s hole, was too much... So, with a stifled grunt, he came long and hard! Multiple lush ribbons of ejaculate shot out in generous waves, spattering across his under jaw, neck, and pecs, trickling to the grooves of his six-pack, then onto his well-kept pubes. It was a mess.

The voyeur's eyes never wandered off, even as he licked his fingers clean, savoring the unchaste taste of his recent emission. “What have I done? This is so wrong,” he muttered under his breath. The gold wedding band on his finger glimmered beside his half-hard dick, still twitching when he tucked it back into his jizz-stained pants~

He gave them one last look, his perverted mind already spinning fantasies of what he would do to Jihoon if he ever got the chance. But for now, Donghae had to leave. He zipped up, adjusted his shirt, and, undetected, slipped out of the shower hall.

Later, as they towel-dried, Daniel sat on the bench — hair wet, eyes glazed, soul mildly fractured.

Jihoon winced as he pulled his hoodie on, rubbing his lower back. “I think you rearranged my guts in there,” he grumbled.

“Don't lash out at me, man. You’re the one who brought a Haknyeon-simulation sex toy into my stall," Daniel lifted each arm, biceps on display, spraying deodorant on his exposed pits. "... Now face the consequences.”

“Okay, guilty as charged,” he puffed, raising both hands. But Daniel couldn't help noticing Jihoon's eyes on his underarms.

"You can lick these next time, don't worry!" Daniel grinned, but it quickly faded. “... I still feel like an asshole.”

“I appreciate the offer," Jihoon initially hums in sarcasm, then his expression softens. "And for the record, you behaved like an asshole. But you ain't one. I know you," Jihoon delicately adds. "You’re not that guy. You just... panicked.”

“Yeah, but I need to apologize. Haknyeon didn’t deserve that. I fucked up, man.”

Jihoon clapped a hand on his shoulder, wincing again from his still-tender insides. “Fix it. You owe him that.”

“I want to." Daniel prattled on. "Because ONE: he’s a good guy. He didn’t deserve that public humiliation, and TWO...”

Jihoon raised an eyebrow. “Two...?”

Daniel bit his lip.

“...After feeling that Fleshlight... I need to know if the real thing is better."

Jihoon snorted. “You’re so whipped.”

Daniel buried his face in his hands. “I know. I know.”

“I’ll give you credit, though—" Jihoon snatched his bag and hobbled toward the door. "If Haknyeon ever gives you a shot, at least now you’re trained... Well, kind of!”

Daniel reclined on the metal locker with a sigh. His body was still warm, but his thoughts were hotter. Now, it wasn’t just about guilt. It was about desire —stupid, desperate, aching desire.

And nothing compared to the thought of finally getting a taste of Haknyeon. But for now, he’d start with an apology.

But how?

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Chapter Text

Friday Morning.

Daniel admits it.

He was a douchebag.

That joke, the one he flung at Haknyeon yesterday? Public. Unnecessary. Haknyeon hadn’t deserved that. No matter how much Daniel’s brain short-circuited every time the guy existed within a ten-foot radius.

Today, Daniel was going to make things right.

He marched into class before the bell, making a beeline for Jihoon’s desk. The bastard was half-asleep over his notebook.

Daniel slapped his shoulder. Hard.

“Hey, man. I’m doing it. I’m apologizing today. Be the bigger person.”

Jihoon yelped. “Fuck! Dude, be gentler, goddamn.” He twisted sideways, rubbing his lower back.

Daniel snickered. “Sorry. Forgot I destroyed you yesterday.”

Jihoon glared at him. “Thanks for putting it so lightly," he said, brimming with sarcasm.

“What can I say? Beast mode.” Daniel grins, flexing his bicep.

“Stop smiling like a fucking moron,” Jihoon hissed. “Also, just so we’re clear? You are not the bigger person. You’re the reason Haknyeon got humiliated. That’s on you, dufus.”

Daniel winced. “Okay, yeah. Fine. True. Whatever. I’ll own it. I fucked up. So... help me fix it?”

“Hmm...” Jihoon gazed at the ceiling. A plan began forming in his mind.

Daniel narrowed his eyes. “Oh no. I don’t like that face. That’s your evil ‘I have an idea’ face.”

“I do have an idea.” Jihoon's eyes gleamed. “Your apology needs to be bigger than the humiliation.”

“Not sure where this is going, but do explain,” Daniel states. Puzzled.

“You embarrassed him in front of the team. So now, you humiliate yourself ten times worse. Bigger spectacle. Big emotional gesture. Show-stopping. Balls-out, metaphorically—or literally, if you're feeling bold.”

Daniel's soul visibly left his body. “Jihoon. No.”

“Jihoon. Yes. ”

Daniel groaned. “This sounds like a terrible fucking plan.”

“It’s either this, or you spend the rest of the semester known as King Dickhead of Douchebag High. Your call.”

Daniel flopped into the seat next to him. “I hate that you might be right.”

“You always hate my ideas,” Jihoon articulated. “But do them anyway."

“Yeah, and every time you drag me deeper into this circus.”

“Welcome to the clown car, bitch.”

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End of Day.

The last bell echoed through the hallways.

Haknyeon and Hyunjae walked side by side.

“So then, this guy—fucking Juyeon from Eastview High, right?" Hyunjae was on a mid-rant. "I swear to god, every time we’re on court together, it’s like I’m his personal fetish. I box out, and he’s right there. I shoot, and he’s on my grill. I blink, and somehow he’s breathing down my neck. Ugh. What a freakin' nuisance.”

Haknyeon snorted. “Okay, wait. Is this the same dude you keep calling ‘rat bastard with pretty hair’?”

“Yes! That one!” Hyunjae gestured wildly. “He’s always smirking, too. Like every time he scores, he turns to me like, ‘Haha, look what I did.’ I hate him.”

Haknyeon grinned. “I’m just saying... maybe he’s flirting?”

Hyunjae stopped mid-stride. “What?!”

“You said he’s all up on you. He stares. He smiles. He gets handsy. Sounds like his defense strategy is... prolonged eye-fucking.”

“That’s just basketball—”

“But you’ve also been talking about him for like, three weeks straight,” Haknyeon pointed out, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe it’s not hate. Maybe you’re just... tragically horny and confused?”

Hyunjae scoffed. “I’m straight.”

“Right. So straight that you gave me back shots last week that made me walk funny ‘til Monday.”

Hyunjae choked. “That was—you—you don’t count!”

“‘Cause I’m hot?”

“Because you’re you.”

“Aw. That’s sweet. But don’t dodge—Juyeon’s hot too, and you know it.”

“I don’t—”

“C’mon, Hyunjae. Juyeon’s a goddamn menace. Model face, a sexy body, and hands the size of a fucking NBA center.”

“Stop.”

“I bet you noticed the hands first.”

“I said stop! ”

Haknyeon burst out laughing. “You’re so in denial, it’s cute. Opposites attract, baby. Maybe he’s trying to rawdog you with eye contact, and you’re just now catching up.”

Hyunjae looked away, speechless. Considering? Perhaps.

They reached the lockers. Haknyeon spun his combo, still sniggering, when something fluttered out and landed at his feet.

A folded piece of paper.

“What the hell...?”

Unruffled, Hyunjae watched him pick it up. “Is it from one of your fans again?”

Haknyeon unfolded it slowly. Neat handwriting. Bold letters. One very familiar name signed at the bottom.

"It can't be..."

Hyunjae noticed the blush creeping up his cheeks. “Wait. Who’s it from? ”

Haknyeon gulped. “...Daniel.”

“As in... ‘I publicly humiliate you and you still make my dick twitch,’ Daniel?” Hyunjae jests.

“Apparently.”

Later.

Hyunjae and Haknyeon stepped onto the baseball field, sneakers crunching lightly over the gravel. The sun had just started to dip, casting long shadows across the bases and back fence.

Haknyeon rechecked the note. “According to Daniel’s letter, I’m supposed to meet him here. He said, and I quote, ‘Come to the baseball field after school, and prepare to be emotionally wrecked.’ What does that even mean?”

Suddenly, the static from the school’s old-ass PA system crackled to life.

Then—

Hoobastank’s "The Reason" instrumental began playing.

Haknyeon’s eyes grew wide. “No way.”

And then he stepped out of the dugout.

Daniel.

Wearing a ridiculous varsity jacket, mic in hand like a rockstar who lost his way into a high school musical. He walked forward, voice shaky—but still kinda stupidly good—as he sang:

♫♪ "I'm not a perfect person

There's many things I wish I didn't do..." ♪♫

Haknyeon's shookt.

♫♪ "But I continue learning

I never meant to do those things to you..." ♪♫

Daniel walked closer, mic gripped like it held all his regrets.

♫♪ “And so I have to say before I go

That I just want you to know—” ♪♫

Hyunjae was losing it beside him. “Is he seriously fucking singing Hoobastank right now? What is this, a 2000s teen drama?!”

♫♪ “I've found a reason for me

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new—

And the reason is you.” ♪♫

Daniel ended the chorus just inches away from Haknyeon.

Hyunjae wisely backed away, mumbling, “This is too intimate for my soul. Good luck,” and dipped toward the bleachers.

Haknyeon was still frozen, face flushed. “I didn’t know you could sing like that…”

"Yeah, thanks…" Daniel rubbed the back of his neck, shy. “Truthfully, I didn’t understand the lyrics—like really understand them—until after I fucked up with you.”

Haknyeon stared, breath caught.

“I was a dick, and let’s be real, I still kinda am. But I don’t want to be that guy around you. Not anymore.”

Haknyeon's cheeks warmed.

“It’s not your fault that you’re sweet and kind. It’s not your fault you’re great at sports. And it’s definitely not your fault you wanted to be friends with a jackass like me.”

♫♪ (The music kept playing in the background) ♪♫

Daniel swallowed. “The only reason I acted like I hated you was because of that dumb-as-shit ‘who’s better in bed’ debate. That shit shouldn’t be a reason for us to fight.”

He fidgeted, then turned toward the bleachers.

“Jihoon!” Daniel shouted.

On cue, Jihoon popped up from behind the dugout, signaling their hiding teammates and cheerleaders to reveal themselves.

A wave of colorful pompoms and banners unfurled, one by one:

I’m. Sorry. Haki. Please. Forgive. Me?

Even Hyunjae gasped, then immediately doubled over laughing. “This is the most dramatic shit I’ve seen all year.”

The cheerleaders were wooing and giggling while the boys chanted, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Haknyeon was bright red now, covering his mouth. His chest felt like it might fucking explode with rainbows of confetti.

Daniel turned back to him, hopeful. “So…?”

Haknyeon was quiet for a moment.

Jihoon yelled from the dugout, “Forgive him, bro! The man hasn’t slept all night!"

More laughter erupted. Haknyeon looked at Daniel again, eyes searching.

“You did all this… for me?”

Daniel shrugged, smiling. “I could do so much more if you let me.”

Haknyeon bit his bottom lip, thinking. Then he leaned in slightly.

“I’ll forgive you... But only on one condition.”

“Anything,” Daniel breathed.

“Let’s settle this once and for all. The who’s better in bed dilemma.”

Thunderstruck, “H-How?” Daniel questions.

Haknyeon closed in on his ear. “Your condo. Tonight. Just you and me. Up for it?”

Daniel blinked fast. “A-Absolutely!”

Haknyeon smiled. “Then I forgive you, Danny.”

Daniel practically melted. “God, I love it when you call me that.”

They hugged a little too long, a little too close.

The field exploded in cheers.

Jihoon and Hyunjae high-fived like proud stage moms. One of the cheerleaders actually cried. Someone somewhere definitely videoed all of it for TikTok.

Still in Daniel’s arms, Haknyeon whispered, “My family calls me Haki. How did you know?”

"I guess it's all intuition?" Daniel flushed. “And for the record, only my family and Jihoon call me Danny. So, kudos to you, too!”

"Speaking of giving credit where credit is due," Haknyeon pulled back just enough to grin at him, then eyed Jihoon and Hyunjae. “We’ve got the best wingmen!”

“I agree 100%.” Daniel nodded at their friends, thumbs-upping Jihoon and Hyunjae.

Then Haknyeon tipped in one last time and sinfully murmured in Daniel’s ear: “You better bring your A-game tonight, mister 7 minutes. ”

He winked and walked off with Hyunjae like he hadn’t just dropped a nuke.

Daniel stood there stunned—and then the whole baseball team rushed over, lifting him like he’d just won the World Series.

While walking away, Haknyeon nudged Hyunjae. “Did you know about this?”

Hyunjae sighed, smiling. “If you hadn’t seen the letter, I would’ve made up some shit to drag your ass here anyway.”

Haknyeon slung an arm around him. “Like I said that night. You’re the best!”

“Pfft, it was all Jihoon’s idea. He’s the real MVP...” Hyunjae humbly answers. “Speaking of MVPs—are YOU ready for your most-awaited date with Danny tonight?”

Haknyeon’s lips curled into a devilish smirk.

“Oh, it’s on. ”

・・・

Chapter Text

Haknyeon anxiously waited outside Daniel’s door, heart hammering against his ribs. He’d been in this building. Hell, he’d seen Daniel’s condo from Insta stories. Yet, somehow, standing there gave him the heebie-jeebies.

He adjusted his collar for the fifth time and knocked.

The door opened almost instantly.

And there stood Daniel.

Fitted white tank. Gray sweats slung low. Hair tousled, but in that, I’m not trying- in a way that absolutely was trying. Consciously flexing his arms like he knew Haknyeon was looking. Because, of course, he was.

Haknyeon whistled low. “Wow. Calvin Klein, who?”

Daniel surveyed Haknyeon's fit like a predator. “You’re one to talk.”

Haknyeon rolled his eyes and brushed past him. “Oh, shush, flattery won't—” He didn’t even make it five steps before pausing.

The lights were low. Candles glimmered along the hallway shelves. The scent of something spicy—cinnamon? cloves?—hung in the air. Rose petals lined the floor like a K-drama threw up in here.

He turned deadpan. “Daniel. The fuck is this?”

Daniel shrugged as he closed the door. “Mood lighting. You don’t like it?”

“It looks like Valentine’s Day and a Grindr hookup had a baby.”

“Would you believe me if I said I wanted it to feel… special?”

“Wow. You’re really leaning into this rom-com fantasy, huh?”

“You complaining?”

Haknyeon tried to poke fun some more, but he was already warm. Already aching. Already stupidly aware of how fine Daniel looked.

And Daniel? Daniel’s gaze dipped to Haknyeon’s thick thighs, the curve of his ass—God, that fucking ass —and grimaced back up that made Haknyeon want to slap it off or kiss it off. Maybe both.

“Clocks ticking, Mr. 7 minutes.”

“Still plenty of time,” Daniel said, seizing Haknyeon's wrist to tug him close. Haknyeon’s chest slammed into Daniel’s, and holy shit, he was hard, not just in a bedroom way, but also physically solid.

“Jesus,” Haknyeon slid his hands up Daniel’s muscly arms, thumbs brushing the ridges of his biceps.

Daniel’s breath hitched. “You like that?”

“Don’t get cocky. I'm not that easy.” Haknyeon lied. They knew it. But to prove he wasn’t about to fold, he grazed his lips against Daniel’s ear, whispering. “Hope you’re ready to lose, Danny.”

“Well, I hope you’re ready to never walk straight again.” Daniel reeled him in by the neck, and they kissed.

Hard.

Sensual.

Messy.

Fueled by months of tension, all teeth and tongues crashed into a single, desperate moment. Haknyeon moaned into it, clutching Daniel’s deltoids and combs through his hair. Daniel grunted, one hand gliding to grab a full, greedy handful of Haknyeon’s fat arse, making him gasp.

The sound lit Daniel up like a match to gasoline. “Fuck,” he mouthed at Haknyeon’s lips, “this ass is unreal.” Haknyeon laughed, breathless. “I know you've been jerking off to it... Imagining how you'd dump your fat load on these fat cheeks!”

“You bet I do,” Daniel growled, lifting him just enough to press him against the wall. Their hips ground together and ceased for a half second, taken by the feeling of their bulges grinding.

Daniel kissed him up his neck, to his lips, slow and erotic. Haknyeon responded with equal hunger, teeth tugging Daniel’s lower lip until the man groaned.

The longer they kissed, the hotter they felt. Soon, clothes started falling to the ground.

Buttons popped. It was Haknyeon's favorite shirt, but he was too far gone to care. "I want to see you," he coos and lifts Daniel's shirt off, salivating when Daniel raises his arms, flexes his biceps, and exposes his pits.

"Damn," Haknyeon hisses. "You're so fucking hot," and began licking and kissing those sweaty underarms like crazy.

"Fucking, freak. Keep going. Get drunk on it,” Daniel moans while their hands roam over pecs, abs, down spines, and inside waistbands until... “Wait—” he paused, palm grazing lower. “Is that—”

“Surprise.”

“You’re wearing a fucking plug?”

“What? A guy can prep.”

Daniel looked like he was about to combust. “You’re evil.”

“Guess you’ll have to punish me.”

That was all Daniel needed. He scooped Haknyeon up like it was nothing, carrying him down the hall as Haknyeon wrapped his arms around his neck, “You better not drop me!”

“Tch. I could bench you and your attitude with one arm,” Daniel replied.

Haknyeon took in the candlelight, the petals, and the soft music crooning low in the background. It was like Daniel had set the scene for a Nicholas Sparks novella but forgot they were two emotionally constipated idiots with months of unresolved sexual tension.

He giggled, half-exasperated. “Okay. I take it back. This is the gayest, most dramatic thing you’ve ever done—

— And I kind of… love it.”

Daniel smiled, nudging his nose on Haknyeon’s. “Only for you, Haki.” Haknyeon froze in the sweet manner in which Daniel said his name. Soft. Too soft.

He inched back slightly, eyes glinting. “Actually…” Haknyeon licked his lips, hesitant but burning. “Can I ask you for something?”

"You mean other than my soul and all seven minutes of my stamina?”

“No, silly, I’m serious." Haknyeon's laughter withers, caressing Daniel's cheek. "... For our first time…”

“Yeah?”

“I want us to pretend…” Haknyeon reddens. “... Pretend that we still hate each other.”

“Wait, what?" Daniel’s brows shot up. "You want me to be a dick to you?”

“Yeah,” Haknyeon said, quieter. “Just for tonight. Like... full-on rivals. Hot and pissed off. The whole hostile, 'we’re not supposed to be doing this, but we can’t stop' vibe.”

Daniel's expression shuffled between confusion and arousal like a loading screen.

“I know it’s weird, but I used to fantasize about it." Haknyeon massaged the back of Daniel's neck. "You pinning me down in the showers after practice. Telling me I’m annoying while fucking me stupid..."

With no immediate response, he adds, "... It’s fucked up, huh.”

Daniel let out a slow, breathy "fuck," grabbed Haknyeon’s jaw, and tilted it back up to meet his eyes. “You have no fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted that!”

“You think I never imagined bending you over the locker room bench after you beat my mile time? Making you shut the fuck up with my cock after you made some smug comment in practice?”

Haknyeon whimpered, already grasping Daniel’s beefy forearms again.

Daniel snickered darkly. “You want rough? You want fake-hate? ... Baby, I was born for this.”

Haknyeon bit his lip. “So, you’re in?”

“Oh, I’m so in.”

They kissed again—harder, messier, hands clawing at each other like they couldn’t wait to rip this illusion of romance down and set it on fire.

Tonight, they were rivals.

Enemies.

Hellbent on wrecking each other, their melded bodies pummeled into the bed. Daniel toyed with Haknyeon’s fat globes while Haknyeon stroked the notable bulge growing between Daniel's legs.

The room spun in firelight, petals dying beneath them. The song ended, but they kept going.

“Say it,” Haknyeon puffed against Daniel’s mouth.

Daniel smirked and licked Haknyeon's ear, mumbling. “I fucking hate you.”

Haknyeon arched into it, moaning. “Good.”

They got into character in no time, engaging in an open-mouth, sloppy makeout—we're talking spit trickling on chins, peppered hickeys, love bites, and endless touching as their clothed, precum-stained crotch tents kneaded nonstop.

"Funny you had this all set up when you don't have to make me fall in love," Haknyeon wriggles out of Daniel's grip, hooked for the waistband of his pants, sliding them down to reveal raunchy lace underwear.

Daniel almost short-circuited in awe but managed to sneer, pretending not to be impressed at how the sheer material barely left anything to the imagination. "How is he this beautiful?"

"You done staring?" Haknyeon purposefully unfurls his legs and runs a finger over the thin string 'covering' his plugged cunt. "Or should I give you a minute?"

“Keep dreaming—you're not that irresistible.” Daniel taunts. However, it did not sound too convincing, even to him.

Haknyeon just laughs it off, a mischievous grin spreading on his face. "I wonder how long it’ll take for you to tap out. Two? Three minutes? You know I’m going to win this!"

"Oh, we’ll see about that," Daniel groped the long, penile silhouette splayed to his left hip and wiggled it for Haknyeon to drool on. "You’re the one who’s going to be begging for mercy!"

"Well, someone's overly excited?!" Haknyeon strikes back in a futile attempt to hide his nerves. "You better not cum prematurely, mister... That would be embarrassing."

"Shut up and turn around, you moron," Daniel snaps, manhandling Haknyeon on all fours, and pins his head. "I don’t want to see your stupid face when I make you cum in seven minutes."

"Best of luck, dufus," Haknyeon half-smirks, "You’ll bust a nut even before five minutes!" and presents his ass with confidence. He hears Daniel’s intake of breath and can’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction.

"What’s the matter—too much ass for you to handle?" Haknyeon mocks. "Don’t tell me you’re backing out now."

Daniel scoffs, though it sounds forced. "I never back down, dumbass." He moves to the bedside drawer, rummaging for a hot minute, and curses under his breath. "Shit."

Haknyeon raises an eyebrow, glancing over. "What’s wrong?"

"No condoms left," Daniel mutters and continues searching. "I remember buying some at—"

"Look, I don’t care if you have to put it in me raw," Haknyeon sighs like he has had it. "If this is you chickening out in style, you’re not fooling anyone."

Daniel squints, jaw clenched. “You want it raw? Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Haknyeon’s heart skips a beat, but he keeps an impassive guise. "Hurry up and get it over with. I want everyone in school to know how you lost in record time!"

He hears Daniel scrapping his black briefs, the cap of the lube bottle being unscrewed, followed by the flicking sounds of a dick being lubricated. His stomach twists with anticipation.

“After tonight, every step you take will remind you of me.”

Haknyeon yawns dramatically, his face mashed into the mattress. "I get it. Stop yapping and get it done—" His words were cut off right when Daniel removed his butt plug and sideswiped the crotch fabric of his skimpy lingerie, letting the evening air hit his exposed hole.

He then felt the bulbous head of Daniel’s dick pressing against him, and his mind automatically raced to size it up, but… Wait.

"You’ll be sorry you ever thought you had a chance of winning this!" Daniel snarls, laboring to push in~

As expected. His dick was too thick. 

"Damn it, not this again?!" Daniel grits in frustration.

"What does he mean by that?!" Haknyeon internally panics. There's something odd about the situation. His prep work is foolproof, as it has served him well a dozen times~

"I know he's big, but he couldn't be THAT big... Right?"

That's when a generous amount of cold lube was poured onto his allegedly loosened entry, so abundant it dribbled down his thighs. "What the—" He is about to protest when Daniel hooks a thumb in and pries his anus wide open.

"This… this step’s never been necessary before!" Haknyeon gasps, wide-eyed. His torso swivels, a hand braces against Daniel’s flexed six-pack, a feeble attempt to stop what’s coming—

"Screw it!" Daniel snarls and rams in with feral intent—The wet SQUELCH that follows is devastating!

"F-FUCKKK!!!" Haknyeon howled, digging his nails into the sheets. His poor pucker seared, stung, and bled around the overwhelming girth. 

Haknyeon's mind went white—blasted into oblivion—leaving behind only one undeniable truth: Daniel had the thickest cock he'd ever taken. The stretch bordered on cruel.💢

The worst part? The massive tip bashed directly into his prostate with terrifying precision, like it was built to be there. "Gahhh, D-Danny, fuck, it's too—too big!" Haknyeon's legs quivered from the monumental intrusion, unaware that Daniel hadn’t given him the full length yet.💢

Likewise, Daniel was barely holding back from climaxing then and there. Compared to this, the ribbed Fleshlight Jihoon had trained him with was a child's toy. Every rubbery ridge inside Haknyeon's strangely addictive hole sent jolts of pleasure through his shaft, setting him alight. He’d never felt anything like it—not from a pussy, not from a Fleshlight, not from any ass. Nothing came close.

But Daniel had to hold it together. He swallowed his urges, tapped his phone with shaky hands, and declared, “Timer starts now!” tossing it onto the bed in front of Haknyeon.

The screen began its silent countdown, Haknyeon’s insides coiled with fire, though overwhelmed by Daniel's ludicrous size, a single mantra blazes through him:

I’m not going down without a fight.

・・・

Chapter Text

Haknyeon’s breaths came in shallow gasps as more of Daniel’s cock slid deeper into his jagged walls. "I don't think it's going to fit!" His knuckles were white from gripping the bedsheets, for Daniel didn't give him enough time to adjust.

"Oh, I'll make it fit!" Knowing he was on a time crunch, Daniel went from 0 to 100 in the blink of an eye. Seizing Haknyeon's lithe waist, unleashing hell! "It's too fucking thick, FUCK!" Haknyeon's brain melted into a pulp, endeavoring to keep up with the relentless pace.

The skin-smacking sounds were vile, echoing through the candlelit room while the bed creaked beneath them. "How in the world could any bottom survive this?"  Haknyeon thought, enduring the pain for another minute as it was gradually replaced with toe-curling pleasure. 

“Still think you could last, fat ass?” Daniel's hands slithered to Haknyeon’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and drove into him harder. “Stop fighting it. I know you want to scream on my fat cock!” Haknyeon bit down on the sheets, refusing to give Daniel the satisfaction, but the truth was undeniable. He’s screwed—literally and figuratively.

Daniel chuckled, predatory, hammering balls-deep into Haknyeon’s prostate with pinpoint accuracy. “Does it feel good when I fuck you like THIS, hmm?” delivering a harsh slap on Haknyeon’s glutes. The jiggle of his cheeks was almost hypnotic, and Daniel couldn’t help but admire the view.

Haknyeon squirmed, his resolve crumbling with every dominant thrust. "No wonder none could last for 7 Minutes. This is just fucking brutal,"  he presumed, sensing his sanity slipping. Yeah, he learns the-hard-way that Daniel's dick is capable of driving someone mad.

"What's the matter? Not too confident now, are we?" Daniel grunts, fucking Haknyeon like a seasoned pro, his movements calculated and ruthless, hitting every nerve with lethal precision.

Tears welled up in Haknyeon’s eyes. He's leaking precum like crazy, struggling to hold on each time Daniel's trimmed base slammed on his quivering globes. "Ahhhrgghhh, s-shut up, it-it doesn't e-even feel that good! Ahhh, shittt!" Lies. Lies. Lies. At this rate, it won't be long before he gives in~

"Is this it?" Haknyeon stared at the window's reflection. The candlelight highlights every curve of their well-built frames in the darkness—" Is this the moment that I experience defeat?"

But then, in his self-doubt, a spark of resistance ignited within him. Recalling vivid images of how he made every guy that topped him beg for their life. "Two can play this game,"  he regarded despite the overwhelming sensations. So, with a profound breath, Haknyeon clenches his special hole and squeezes Daniel’s cock in a deadly vice grip.

“Shh-Shittt! Fuckkk!” Daniel bellowed, his rhythm faltering as Haknyeon’s tightness threatened to crush him. The instant reaction was something Haknyeon took pride in. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“You okay back there? Is this pussy too tight for you, big boy?” He rocked back and forth, taking control. The look of shock on Daniel’s face was priceless. "Any bottom should've finished by now."  But, apparently, not Haknyeon.

“We’re already past 3 minutes, Danny-boy..." Daniel is sweating bullets. Like a lot. "Aw, are you going to cum for me? Bust your fat load on my delectable ass? You like that, wouldn't you?”

"Keep it together, Daniel. You have this in the bag. He's just psyching you out!"

Provoked, Daniel’s eyes darkened, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Haki,” he warned. But Haknyeon wasn’t scared. If anything, he felt more alive than ever. The power play between them was intoxicating, and he loved every second of how Daniel’s edged shaft twitched in response. 

"Am I? Or is the big dog of Westfield High about to lose?!"

"In your fucking dreams!" Daniel retorts, sounding so manly. Haknyeon whimpers at that, so horned up and doubled his efforts, fucking himself on Daniel's slut-breaking cock with renewed determination.

"That's right, bounce on it, you fucking slut!" Daniel yells, engrossed by the way those enormous ass cheeks clapped on his length, which got more and more slick as it suctioned in and out—"I have never seen my dick this hard. This wet. Fuck!" 

He needs to focus.

Keep his head in the game.

He can't lose.

Not today.

Not ever.

Resolute, Daniel put his back into it, tactfully attacking the bundle of nerves. He SMASHES Haki's slutty brains out as roughly as he could, causing the headboard to hit the brick wall repeatedly while their bodies perspired buckets. Reputations on the line.

Another grueling minute of this bestial coitus passes.

Ragged breaths and the deafening squelch of rapid penetration overtook the dimly lit room till Daniel’s advances became erratic as Haknyeon's strained rim tensed—

“I-I know you're close too!” Daniel's voice was cracking with desperation. Those unforgiving, rectal streaks bore into his brazen meat, milking him of all his worth. “Nghhh, God, it's getting TOO tight!” so constricting that it required more strength to jab back and forth.

They're teetering toward completion when Daniel decides to hook his arms under Haknyeon’s legs and, without warning, flips him onto his back. The sudden change in position caught Haknyeon off guard. "C'mere, it's time I seal the deal, baby girl." Daniel pressed forward, hands planted on either side of Haknyeon's head, using his weight to pin and fold him in half—"Hold on to something!" Daniel growls, and jackhammers impossibly deep!

"Oh god, this is it!"  Haknyeon felt like he was being deflowered. His innards were screaming in so much pleasure as their eyes met, bodies clashing violently.

“Ahhh, ahhh~ I... I fucking loathe you, Kang Daniel, I hate you with all that I am!” Tears streamed down his face, but he couldn’t look away, clawing at those swollen, gym-forged triceps. Daniel’s expression softened, forgetting about the act for a second, capturing Haknyeon’s lips in a bruising kiss. “I hate you even more,” he murmured right in his mouth, their breaths mingling before they engaged in a torrid exchange.

Messy. All tongue and teeth. Haknyeon scratched Daniel’s arms so severely that his nails left angry welts, clinging for dear life. Daniel groaned. The prickled pain only invigorated him to fuck Haknyeon like an untamed animal.

*PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.*

“I'm—I’m going to cum,” he warned. “God, you have the tightest fucking cunt, Haki!” Haknyeon’s face burned at the confession, unable to deny how it made his stomach flutter. “Don’t, don’t say things like that while you're inside me!” he protested weakly, then was muffled by another passionate kiss.

"It's so deep, ahh, y-you're scrambling my guts, FUCK!!!" Both were in awe as they spotted a faint penile bump protruding from Haknyeon’s abdomen—the lewd sight was enough to push them perilously near the edge. Daniel’s movements were frantic, his hips stuttering as he chased his release. While Haknyeon’s nails grazed and dug into his shoulders, legs trembling nonstop, his climax drawing nigh.

"You love getting dicked down, don't you? Love getting your pussy filled like the cumdump that you are!" Daniel's firm haunches flex, plowing in with all his might. So strong it shook the bedframe, "Say it, you lil' fag. Tell me how much you love being my little fucktoy!"

Haknyeon wanted to deny it. Prolong the inevitable. But he was a hairline away from combusting.

"Jesus Christ, I can feel every inch of your massive cock—n-never want this to stop!" Haknyeon zeroes in on where they obscenely connect and how Daniel withdraws, enough for his bulbous tip to almost pop out and rails back in with abandon. Haknyeon's voluptuous ass and Daniel's muscly groin were saturated with numerous slimy twines of slick. "Use me, Danny! I want it. Dump all your fucking load inside me!"

The timer on Daniel’s phone ticked away. Numbers blurred as Haknyeon’s vision grew dim.

10 seconds left till the 5-minute mark.

"I'm g-going to put a baby in you! Ruin you for anyone else... You're mine, Haki... Fuck—I can't hold it in any longer!"

"M-Me too! Holy shit, it hurts so good, Danny... I'm... I'm going to cum all over your huge cock!"

They shouted at the top of their lungs. Sinful and pornographic as the two came undone—Daniel’s girthy cock pulsed, flooding his insides with hot, viscous spooge as multiple jets of Haknyeon's ejaculate splashed between their sweat-soaked bodies, forming seminal webs from the robust collision.

They stayed intimately fused, chests rising and falling as the aftershocks of their orgasms subsided. Haknyeon’s heart was racing, cockwarming Daniel, his mind fumbling to process what had just happened.

“So… who won?” Daniel panted, cutting through the stillness. Haknyeon checked the timer. “I don’t know. It seems we’re tied?” he said, showing the phone screen at 00:04:58.

There was a brief pause.

“Well, I can think of one way to break the tie,” Daniel says mischievously, his hips shifting subtly. Haknyeon’s eyes widened when he felt Daniel hardening inside him again. “W-What about the timer, Danny?”

Daniel took the device and tossed it across the room without a second thought. “We don’t need it anymore. Everything we need is right here,” he adds softly.

Haknyeon keens as Daniel begins to move, his heavy cock, doused in gobs of semen, sliding in and out with an ease that is almost maddening. “Eager much?" He grins, eyebrow raised. "You're hard as a fucking rock!”

Daniel smiled handsomely, his eyes brimming with desire. “Can't help it. My dick is addicted to your puny cunt.” he replied, low and teasing. Haknyeon giggled, the sound airy despite the intensity of the moment. “As I am with your thick c-cock,” he shot back, compressing his overstimulated hole, "But, can we drop the act and fuck like lovers this time?"

"Anything my baby wants, he gets," Daniel's lips ghosted over as he hooked Haknyeon's left leg over his shoulder, pushing in further by agonizing degrees. Once Haknyeon gave him the green light, Daniel pistoned like a perverted lunatic—the bedroom was drenched in the filthy, desperate coalition of their bodies banging. Moans and curses spilled into the humid air.

The rivalry—the stupid 7 minutes versus 5 minutes bullshit was long forgotten. The challenge now was who could fuck harder, kiss deeper, love better. The candles around them burned lower and lower, wax dripping, flames dying out, losing themselves in each other until the break of dawn.

No ounce of contention was left when the last candle guttered out.

But in Daniel's head, one question remains:

Have I finally found the one?

・・・

Chapter Text

"Cheer up, man, it’s not the end of the world… Maybe take it as a sign you’ve found the one if they're willing to risk their life choking on your junk!"

Jihoon’s voice echoed in Daniel’s dreams. He remembered brushing those words off. Being hung, wasn’t the flex everyone assumed it was. It complicated relationships, making intimacy feel more like a challenge than a connection.

Muddled in all these fanciful reflections, Daniel stirred, half-asleep and half-swept in disbelief as he blinked past the haze of morning light, only to see Haknyeon between his legs, eyes half-lidded and mouth full of his cock—What?!

For a moment, Daniel didn’t breathe. Couldn't. Instinctively, he reached down, threading through Haknyeon’s messy hair like it was the only anchor to reality. There was something intimate about waking up like this, not from lust alone, but from want. From someone who once challenged him, pushed him, and now... chose to stay.

“H-Haki…” Daniel rasped in bewilderment.

No one had ever dared do this. His dick was intimidating, too much for most to handle—from its sheer girth, to its overwhelming length. But Haknyeon? Haknyeon wasn’t just handling it. He was worshiping it. The flat of his tongue dragged along the underside, lapping at the prominent vein, before his strained lips encased the large mushroom head, ensuring Daniel was looking when he took more into his filthy mouth.

Daniel was thoroughly engrossed. This wasn’t just a blowjob. This meant a great deal for him. Call it whatever you want, but this instance made him emotional.

This was his confirmation. Haknyeon was the one.

“Good morning, baby…” Daniel managed to choke out, bite his lip, and let his head fall back into the mound of pillows, body tensed, toes curling as the pressure in his groin built to an unbearable peak, never thinking that his first blowjob would end this quickly. “Fuck, I’m-I'm gonna—”

He didn’t finish the sentence. With a guttural moan, he clutched Haknyeon's locks and liberated jets of viscous semen! The first few spurts splatter Haknyeon’s face, nose, and hair. "I'm sorry, Haki, I c-came premature—ohhh, shit!" Daniel visibly panics, realizing what is happening.

Haknyeon. Did. Not. Stop.

If anything, he puts in more effort, jerking Daniel off relentlessly as he continues to suck, lick, spit and devour his spewing tip.

“Oh, f~fuck, baby—” Daniel gasped, spine arching off the bed as overstimulation plagued him. Every hair on his skin rose as Haknyeon suctioned up and down his shaft, guaranteeing he kept Daniel hard as a rock.

“H-Haki, please, I can’t... I can’t—” Daniel props on an elbow, mouth ajar, his six-pack taut, when the cruel ministrations sped up. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes, about to lose his damn mind!

Haknyeon was ruthless. His stacked hands, slick with Daniel’s fresh cum, twisted repeatedly, milking every last drop! *GAWK-GAWK-GAWK* Cheeks hollowed, attempting to take more of his ex-rival's impossible size.

Daniel’s vision blurred, hips bucking uncontrollably as Haknyeon deepthroated him, neck swollen, full of cock when he successfully gobbled from half to two-thirds into his narrow gullet.

And when he did, Haknyeon resumed bobbing his head fast, uncaring of Daniel's delirious protests. He had a mission, and that was to suck the soul out of—“Good God!!!” Daniel shouted, and in two sloppy beats, another orgasm was wrenched out of him. Even more intense than the first. His whole body shuddered. Numerous ropes of spooge shot down Haknyeon’s airways and straight into his stomach!

Haknyeon hummed throughout, merrily gulping the abundant waves, and lets the excess drip all over Daniel's upright meat, drenching his pubes and inner thighs with wads of jizz. "H-Haki... I... I need a minute... Fuckin' hell..." His eyes never left Daniel’s, still sucking, pumping his pipe, wringing his nuts dry, nearly driving Westfield High's top dog to the brink of insanity.

By the time Haknyeon finally released him with a lewd pop, Daniel was a quivering mess. Chest heaving. His overworked dick is weakly twitching.

Daniel had zero time to recover when he felt a familiar heat encase his sensitive tip. Terrified about what he may find, Daniel glanced below and saw the anal plug tossed, watching in stunned silence as Haknyeon positioned above him, without hesitation, began to sink onto his cock, gradually impaling himself on it.

“Holy, friggin' shit,” Haknyeon labored, shaken by pain and delicious rapture as he descended, inch by agonizing inch, on Daniel’s monstrous fuckpole. “I’ll never get used to this monster!”

Daniel groaned in so much discomfort, grabbing Haknyeon’s waist, enveloped in that remarkable, ribbed heat. "Hold on to something," Haknyeon mumbled, using the same line Daniel had said last night and wasting no time. He rolled and gyrated his hips with practiced ease, riding Daniel like a paid prostitute. He clawed at Daniel’s beefy pecs and pinched his nipples while building a lethal momentum.

"Ahhh, H-Haki," Daniel cried out. "Please, please stop. IT hurts!"

Ass globes smothered in sperm cream clapped and slammed on Daniel's numb cock nonstop, using its own juices as lube. “Come on, Danny, I know you got one more in there,” Haknyeon keens, breathless and desperate. "Don't fail me now, big boy," he stuck his tongue out and fondled his tits, amused by how Daniel's expression distorted. "You better get used to waking up like this!”

Poor Daniel had no choice but to take it. His pathetic moans echo through the sunlit room as Haknyeon’s rim clenched, propelling him closer to the edge, and somewhere within that juncture, the words spilled from his lips before he could stop them:

“Date me.”

It was quiet.

Earnest.

Haknyeon was genuinely surprised, but he didn’t stop moving. His plump ass persisted in rolling, those jagged walls squeezing Daniel’s thrumming rod while staring down at him, face flushed, lips parted.

“What did you say?”

Daniel’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of Haknyeon's thighs, his sincere eyes locking with his as he repeated the words: “Go out with me. Please, date me, Haki!”

There was a brief pause. And then, Haknyeon flashed a knowing smile, his gaze shining with glee. “Yes,” he muttered, mild but firm. "Yes, Danny, yes, YES!!!”

With each yes, Haknyeon’s movements became more dynamic, frantically bouncing high and swift until he screamed and orgasmed hands-free—multiple ribbons of white sprayed across Daniel’s muscly torso and handsome face.

Some even entered Daniel's open mouth as Haknyeon convulsed. Soon, he felt his impending climax, his cock swelling, his balls tensing; following a gruff whimper, Daniel exploded, filling Haknyeon's man womb to the brim, his entire frame rattled, creaming for the third time that morning!

This was Daniel's first experience cumming thrice in a row. It seems only Haknyeon can bring out the best in him.

The sun was already high, casting a golden glow through the sheer curtains, but neither moved.

Tangled in sheets that smelled like sweat and sex, Daniel lazily traced patterns on the curve of Haknyeon’s bare back, “I don’t want to go to school on Monday,” he murmured, laced with satisfaction. “Let’s just stay in bed… keep fucking ‘til we drop dead.”

Haknyeon chuckled softly against his chest, planting a kiss just above Daniel’s heart. “Mmm, tempting,” he whispered. “I’ll text Hyunjae later and thank him for pushing me to take a leap with you,” Daniel beamed, pulling Haknyeon closer. “Did he now? In that case, please remind me to thank him someday, too. Oh—and Jihoon. Can’t forget that dumbass. He might have a potty mouth, but he’s got perfect wingman instincts.”

“They’re the best wingmen,” Haknyeon shifted, his legs sliding over Daniel’s. “Hey, um, what do you think of me staying over?” Daniel’s smile deepened, lips brushing against Haknyeon’s temple. “What do you think of never leaving?” Haknyeon laughed, then paused, eyes searching Daniel’s. “Maybe... a couple more days?” he offered as if testing the waters.

Daniel responded with a slow, French kiss. “Deal.”

After a moment, Haknyeon injects a little more hesitantly. "By the way. Are we exclusively dating now? Or are you down for anything?”

Daniel blinked, then nodded. “I’d be okay with whatever,” he said, fingers skimming Haknyeon’s chin. “As long as we’re both on the same page and everything’s with consent.” Haknyeon grinned, leaning in until their foreheads touched. “That makes me happy.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Daniel replies.

THE END❓

Chapter Text

Monday afternoon.

The school bell rang. High schoolers poured out of classrooms like the apocalypse.

Jihoon spotted Hyunjae in the hallway and playfully jumped on him in excitement. “Bro! You heard from Haknyeon?” Jihoon practically yelled.

Hyunjae was still half-asleep, not ready for Jihoon’s level of bullshit energy. “Nah," he said, yawning. “You?”

Jihoon shook his head, grinning like an idiot. "You know what that means, right?" Hyunjae was quietly processing when Jihoon started hopping in place and broke it to him. "It means our plan fucking worked! "

Hyunjae caught on, beaming. “Maybe… but we should probably wait for confirmation. You know, like adults.”

“Oh, please, ” Jihoon scoffed, flailing dramatically. “Daniel didn’t even show up today. Haknyeon neither! That's all the confirmation I need!”

Hyunjae giggled. "Yeah, okay, good point."

“Woohoo!" Jihoon threw his hands in the air like he just won the lottery. "Operation Matchmaker: success! ”

Before Hyunjae could react, a teacher waved at Jihoon. "Mr. Park, Coach Donghae’s looking for you!" she called.

"I’ll be right there!" Jihoon shouted back, then turned to Hyunjae with a cocky grin. "Good luck with your game tomorrow! Don't let Eastview eat your ass alive."

"Not planning on it. But thanks for the butt stuff blessing." Hyunjae deadpanned.

Jihoon was already walking backward, yelling over the crowd, “Send my love to Juyeon, will ya? That boy's hot as fuck!"

"Hot and fucking annoying, " Hyunjae muttered.

*Knock knock knock*

“Come in.”

Jihoon’s palm lingered on the handle and slipped inside, fluorescent lights catching the sheen of sweat on the coach’s bare forearms right when he hung up the phone. That crisp white collared shirt racked across his shoulders… fuck.

“You’re looking for me, coach?” Jihoon’s eyes flit to a new family portrait on the wall. Coach Donghae's beautiful wife, Sarah, and their two daughters were in it.

"Yes," Donghae slumps on his leather chair. “Principal Choi told me about Friday’s little event. Care to explain why you think you're above the rules?”

Jihoon’s pulse spiked. “W-We got permission from Mr. Stevens! It was—”

“—Stevens mops floors,” Donghae snarled, flinging a disciplinary form on the desk. Red ink bled through the page. “Your father’s number. Now. He’ll want to hear how you’ve been misusing school property.”

Shit. Jihoon went around the table at the coach's side, knees hitting the carpet. “Please—my dad’s recovering from surgery! If he hears, I messed up again…” His hands dug into Donghae’s athletic thighs, the heat of muscle twitching. “I’ll do anything, sir. Anything .”

Flashes of the shower incident swarmed Donghae's perverted mind.

“Anything?”

The coach chuckles ominously. "Anything, you say?" A calloused thumb grazed Jihoon’s lower lip.

Jihoon’s breath hitched as Donghae’s other hand palmed the thick penile outline in his gym shorts. Oh god. The musky scent of cedarwood was hard to ignore. Instantly consuming Jihoon's senses.

“Go ahead, touch it,” Coach Donghae sneered with authority. Jihoon hesitated for only a second when his fingers brushed against the coach’s growing erection. The fabric was so thin that even the cock veins' silhouette showed, leaving little to the imagination.

"Have you ever sucked an older man’s dick, hmm, Park?" Donghae asked, casual yet loaded with something wicked.

“N-No, sir,” Jihoon managed to utter.

"Well, today’s your lucky day," Donghae smirks, lifting his hips just enough to yank his gym shorts and briefs to his knees. His thick, uncut cock sprang free, slapping it on his open palm as he leaned back, legs spread wide. Jihoon’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets, mouth-watering despite himself. Even half-hard, Donghae was big. Really-big.

“You’d better make it worth my while, boy. So I’ll be in a good mood during the faculty meeting.”

Yes. The one teachers almost always have after school hours.

Jihoon swallowed hard. He knew what was at stake. He needed the coach to put in a good word for him with Principal Choi. If Donghae vouched for him, maybe he’d avoid suspension.

Nodding, he seized the wedded man’s cock, licked the pearl of pre-cum beading at the tip, and swirled his tongue inside the foreskin. Salty. Addicting. Jihoon wrapped his lips around the blunt head, gently sucking while toying with the low-hanging nut sack.

“Knew you were hungry for it, mmnghh,” Donghae grits. The sound was music to Jihoon, encouraging him to take more of the coach’s length, watching as the older man’s features twisted in pleasure.

Jihoon hummed, sensing the caramel-colored shaft growing bigger with every sensual motion of his drool-sodden mouth.

“Fuck —eager, aren’t we?” Donghae gripped the arms of his chair as Jihoon pulled off with a wet pop. The boy spits on his dick, wanking it off before diving back down, taking as much as he could. *GAWK. GAWK. GAWK* Cheeks hollowed, Jihoon bobbed his head, gagging along, but didn’t stop, his pace quickening to bring Donghae to full hardness.

Jihoon knew the coach was on the older side, so getting him completely erect might take more effort. But that only made things nastier. And he was more than willing to put in the work. He gobbled harder, faster, enjoying every passing minute. Spit was everywhere on Jihoon's face, even dripping down the coach’s balls, soaking his wiry pubes as the wet, nasty blares of a sloppy blowjob resonated in the room.

"Look at how big this dick is," Jihoon thought after pulling off, stroking the heavy rig with his spit-slicked hand. It wasn’t as thick as Daniel’s (nor as extensive as Hyunjae's), but it was a definite contender. Virtually 9 solid inches long, curved to the right... However, it was extra special because it was attached to their hot, married coach!💢

"Like what you see, boy?" Donghae asked with a low growl.

Jihoon nodded, his lips curling into a sly smile and smacking the hefty appendage onto his lolling tongue.

"Then keep choking on it like a good girl," Donghae ordered, snatching a fistful of Jihoon’s hair to shove it back down. "Uwurkkk," Jihoon choked as the cockhead kissed the depths of his throat but didn’t pull away. Instead, he twisted his hands around the base, moving in sync with his strained lips, and sucked with renewed fervor.

“That’s it—ngh—suck it good, you little, dumb fucker,” the coach rasped. His wedding band glinted, all while pushing the youngster to take more of his fat meat. “Does your daddy know he raised a pathetic, dirty whore?!" Jihoon’s eyes watered, but he soldiered on. Aroused by the insults. Donghae was essentially fucking his skull at this point!

"Mmm, fuck, get that dick nice and wet, gay boy!" Slobbish, sinful, slurping noises echoed off trophy cases, mixed with Donghae’s deep, husky moans as his balls grew taut. Jihoon could feel the coach’s cock throbbing more in his mouth as the seconds passed. The veins pulsing against his tongue. A good telltale that he was close...

And then, suddenly, the office door jiggled. “Shit—under the desk, now!” The coach shoved Jihoon below the polished mahogany, fumbling to place him into the cramped space as the door swung open.

“Honey!” Sarah breezed in, holding a pastel pink bakery box. “You weren’t answering your phone. I wanted to surprise you!”

"Oh, shit, what is she doing here?!" Jihoon’s heart was pounding. He could hear the click of high heels and the soft rustle of fabric as Donghae’s wife stepped closer.

“Y-You did surprise me,” Donghae stammered, jaw tensed as the teenager’s tongue flicked his precum-leaking piss slit and, shortly, began drilling into it. "You know I have an upcoming m-meeting, right, hun?"

“Yeah, I know you have a faculty thingamajig in ten minutes, so I drove fast to drop you these cupcakes my gals and I made,” Sarah chirped. “Here, you should try one.”

Jihoon heard a box open, and Sarah added, “I tried a new recipe. Coconut cream!” She lifted a cupcake decorated with pristine frosting and brought it to Donghae's lips. “Open wide.”

Donghae took a bite of the cupcake, coughing out a laugh or trying to as Jihoon almost devoured him. “F-fuck—!” he blurted, jerking involuntarily.

Sarah blinked. “That good, huh?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, of course," Donghae's face flushed. "You know me. I love some good desserts!”

Obscured, Jihoon took his precious time, deepthroating Donghae SLOW. Tongue drags on the underside till he reaches the cockhead and sluggishly plunges again. The tip of his nose grazed the patch of hair, sniffing the zesty stench of sweat while his nails dug into Donghae's thighs. It was torture.

“The secret’s the buttercream,” Sarah prattled on, selecting another cupcake. “It took us three batches to get the texture right. Karen kept overmixing—” She continued talking, but Donghae didn’t hear her. Distracted, he did not notice Jihoon scooping a glob of frosting from the cupcake he’d scarcely nibbled on and spreading the sweet, sticky cream along his length. Like a fucking Eclair.

It turns out that Jihoon has a sweet tooth, too. As long as it comes hot, sticky, and cock-flavored.

“You’re… lo-loving baking, then?” Donghae managed to say. “It’s therapeutic!” Sarah sighed, leaning against the desk.

Beneath it, Jihoon’s lips stretched obscenely around Donghae’s girth, frosting smeared across his chin. The coach felt his dick being worshipped, smothered in more spit and buttercream as Sarah droned on about oven temperatures.

Then, without warning, Jihoon pulled off.

Donghae sneaked a glance right when the boy spun around, trousers pooling at his ankles, and backed up onto him—*SCHLKKK*

“Jesus Christ!”

Sarah was startled. “Are you okay?!”

“F-fine!” he barked, scrabbling at the table's edge. Jihoon’s ass sank onto him, impossibly tight—nothing like he has ever had in over 4 decades. Donghae bit down hard on his lip, stifling an involuntary moan. Jihoon was fucking himself on his cock, while his wife stood just a few feet away.

Not once in his coaching career did he imagine this level of indecency would happen. Yet, the mix of secrecy and heat had him teetering on the edge...

“Anyway,” Sarah resumed, oblivious to the wet squelch of her husband's cock pistoning into the 17-year-old student, “we’re thinking of opening a bakery in the city! Can you believe—”

“YES,” Donghae half-yells. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as Jihoon rapidly rocked back and forth, ass cheeks crashing onto his damp groin nonstop. “F-Fucking—do it!”

Sarah beamed. “Really? Oh, babe, that means so much!” She bent over, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I’ll let you get back to… whatever,” gesturing at the papers on the counter.

Thrilled, she grabbed her purse and turned to leave. But just as she reached the door, she stopped and said, “Oh, and one more thing—make sure to find an outlet to relieve stress. Keep your endorphins high, hun. See ya!”

The moment the door closed, he lost it—Donghae came with a force that rattled his bones!

“FuckFuckFUCK!!!” His release ripped through him like a bottled-up geyser, flooding Jihoon’s guts with hot-Daddy-cum as the boy shuddered, spilling his gloopy load all over his legs and onto the carpet.

Panting, Donghae stared at the mess under his desk; Jihoon's stretched rim, doused in fresh cum and buttercream, spasming around his barely softened cock, equally covered in gobs of sperm froth and icing while torrents of white fluids dripped onto the floor. “You… you’re one insane motherfucker, kid. We almost got caught."

Jihoon, unsheathed with a vile *PLSHKK* sound, stood up, streams of semen trickling down his shaky limbs, walked to the door, locked it, and returned to Donghae with a naughty smile. “You heard the Mrs., Coach. You should find something or someone that would relieve your stress.”

Donghae watched, mesmerized, as Jihoon straddled his lap, lazily stroking his dick till it was hard as a rock, positioned it at his gaping entrance, and slowly sunk, taking every fat, delectable inch into his tight, cum-filled hole.

“Bet they won’t even notice you’re late," Jihoon whispered, adulterated with mischief. “What do you say, Coach? Care to breed your slut's pussy again?”

The married man could only respond with a gravelly groan as Jihoon bounced high on his concrete fuckstick, his hole constricting ever-so-tightly. Donghae’s mouth dropped open with no words but a strangled moan. As if on cue, Jihoon tilted in, encasing his arms around the coach’s neck.

“I promise I’ll make it worth your delay, Daddy," Jihoon purred, feeling Donghae's calloused hands grope his butt cheeks apart even as his hips moved at full speed, driving them both toward the edge once more.

・・・

Chapter Text

Olive Garden

The Westfield High basketball team occupies two tables, plates piled high as they rehash the game.

"Bro, Hyunjae was unstoppable out there," one of the guys said. "Man was on fire! Juyeon was practically dry-humping him, and he still made that three-pointer." Everyone erupted into raucous laughter.

Another player threw in. "Swear to God, I saw Juyeon grab Hyunjae’s ass at one point. No foul, though. Refs must’ve shipped it!"

Someone else snorted into their Coke. "Maybe Juyeon’s just deep in the closet. Like, Narnia levels deep. You know what I'm saying?!"

"Nah, he’s got that girlfriend from Eastview," another spoke. "You know, the supermodel one? Dude's living the dream."

"Or it’s just a fucking cover," the first guy articulated, making the whole table lose it again.

Hyunjae sets down his fork with a thud, cutting through the noise. "Alright, enough of that," he said, drawing his teammates' attention. "If Juyeon is figuring his shit out, that’s his business. Not ours."

The basketball jocks quieted a little, and gave him respectful nods.

"Besides," Hyunjae carried on, "we won. So, let's not be dickheads about it,"

"Remember what Coach taught us?"

"Real champions are humble and gracious."

"Preach, Hyunjae," a player at the far end affirmed, lifting a glass. The guys clapped and whooped for him, and for a minute, it felt good like they were all still a team, not just a pack of gossipy assholes.

Somewhere between dessert and shots of soda, Hyunjae excused himself to the bathroom.

As soon as he was done pissing, and washing his hands, his phone buzzed. He took it out and saw a message from Haknyeon.

Hyunjae stared at the message. "Jump, huh?" he repeats, turning the doorknob, ready to step out when he sees Juyeon, the bane of his existence, leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting for him.

"What the hell is he doing here?"

Juyeon's dark eyes locked onto Hyunjae’s with an intensity that made his guts churn. He was wearing that damn Adidas jacket, the one that hugged his broad shoulders just right. Beautiful bastard.

“J-Juyeon?” Hyunjae blinked, his voice cracking slightly. “What are you—”

Before he could finish, Juyeon pushed him back into the bathroom with a force that made Hyunjae stumble. The door lock clicked shut behind them.

"Dude, what has gotten into you?" Panic and confusion mixed as Hyunjae pressed a hand on Juyeon’s chest, trying to create some distance, but Juyeon didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed Hyunjae’s face and kissed him. Really. Kissed. Him.

It was rowdy, desperate—a clash of lips and teeth that baffled Hyunjae. Yet, he managed to regain control and nudged Juyeon away. “Stop! What the fuck, man? Are you out of your mind?!”

Juyeon smirked, his lips still damp from the kiss. “Am I? Or are you just too afraid to admit you’ve been thinking about ME? About us.”

Hyunjae's countenance shifted in refute. “I’m straight!” The immediacy appeared half-assed as if he was convincing himself more than Juyeon.

“Of course you are,” Juyeon stepped dangerously closer, his palm sliding down the swell of Hyunjae’s pecs. “And yet, you're letting me do this.” Hyunjae’s breath hitched when Juyeon’s fingers traveled down his midsection and grazed the bulge in his jeans. He tried to push him away again, but lacked the willpower. “J-Juyeon… I...”

“I know I always drive you crazy on the court." Their faces were within a hair's breadth. "Piss you off." Juyeon's cheeks glide along Hyunjae's. "Get you bottled up,” Juyeon purrs in his ear. “Let me make it up to you.”

Hyunjae’s heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. He wanted to say no, to shove his rival away and walk out—but it was too late cause Juyeon was already kissing down his neck, and it felt good. Tracing circles around his clothed nipple, so well that Hyunjae thought he would cum. And eventually, Juyeon was on his knees, nuzzling his gorgeous mug into the distinct outline of Hyunjae's dick. 

This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.

But it was. Juyeon was right there, his breath hot atop Hyunjae’s crotch, inhaling his musk. “Fuck,” Juyeon groaned. “I could still smell the post-basketball sweat in here. So manly.”

Hyunjae’s cock twitching in response. He could practically hear Haknyeon’s voice, mocking him:

"Maybe you're just sexually confused."

 

"Are you sure you're straight? No one is 100% straight."

 

“Juyeon's been flirting with you this whole time. You really didn’t notice?”

The sound of his fly being unzipped jolted Hyunjae back to reality. He watched as Juyeon's nose skimmed against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, right where a wet spot of precum had formed.

"I've been dreaming about this for so long," Juyeon whirrs, and tugs those knickers off like he was unwrapping his present. Slow and vexing, till Hyunjae's half-hard length sprang free, hitting his underjaw with a brisk thwack.

"Hot damn. I knew you were big, but, wow," With no hesitation, Juyeon scooped the sensitive tip with his tongue, swirling round and round, collecting all the precum before scarfing down Hyunjae's semisolid meat in one go. "Mmmfff, mmmhh," he casually hums with the languid motions.

“Fuck, b-bro, easy, easy—” Hyunjae instinctively brought the pads of his fingers to his nipples, shamelessly touching himself just as Juyeon crooned, mouth full of his cock, causing neurotic vibrations that made him weak in the knees.

"How the hell is he this good? Has he been practicing with his teammates?"  

That assumption somewhat left Hyunjae feeling hot and jealous(?), as he ran a hand through his damp hair, pulling at the strands that emphasized the strength of his beefy biceps. "Ahh, ahh, fuck, ch-choke on it, Juyeon-ah~nghh."

Juyeon obeyed, taking his enlarging inches with a ravenous appetite, "Urkkk, uwurkk," gagging until his neck bulged, windpipe constricted, housing the striking length. The view alone was enough to make Hyunjae’s head spin and question all his "straight" beliefs, especially when Juyeon looked at him, dead in the eyes, and jumpstarted, bobbing his head faster.

Hyunjae stifles a moan by lifting his shirt, biting at the hem, revealing the hard lines of his six-pack as he pinches his tits, the added stimulation driving him to moan out loud. Juyeon's pace was relentless, mouth moving in chorus with the upstroke of his stacked hands twisting along Hyunjae’s extending stiffness.

That's when the knock came.

“Hey, is someone in there?” a random voice hollers from the other side.

Racked by dread, Hyunjae's eyes cracked open. “Yeah, occupied!” he called out. “T-Taking a big dump.” The pun wasn’t lost on him, and apparently with Juyeon as well, as the latter giggled while gobbling on his imposing manhood.

That mischievous glint in Juyeon's eye glimmered, and his efforts doubled, treating Hyunjae’s dick like a popsicle on the hottest day of summer. *SLURP, SLURP* Unconcerned with how much spit he was expectorating, and boy, it was a lot! Borderline nasty.

A few seconds more into this sloppy fellatio, “I’m close, Juyeon-ah,” Hyunjae's hip lunging involuntarily into the cramped heat of Juyeon's (very) eager mouth, which synergized with a thumb kneading up his taint. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna NUT—” Juyeon didn’t let up. If anything, he went mad with it. Fighting through the tears, his gullet tightens, guzzling more, nearly devouring Hyunjae's heavy shaft entirely.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Hyunjae’s back vaulted off the wall, embracing Juyeon's head to bury his remaining inches, and kept him in place as jets of white were deposited straight into Juyeon's stomach.

Hyunjae's body shook from each rugged spurt. He almost blacked out from pleasure after the 10th burst of ejaculation. He would never know how Juyeon managed to make him bust like that. (or maybe he would)

"Fuck," he dragged out the word, seeing an outpour of cum from Juyeon's lips, and for a moment, everything faded away. There was nothing but the erotic semblance of breathing, the feel of Juyeon's tongue lapping up the juices that oozed right out of him, prolonging the sensation of his climax.

Juyeon lingered on each cock vein, tonguing along the sides, before gradually inching back, linking multiple cum strings between them, as he gulped the last of Hyunjae’s gooey essence with a satisfied hum. "Mmm, it's sweeter than I expected." Licking his lips clean, his gaze latched onto Hyunjae’s, daring him to look away as he straightened up, already working at his belt buckle—the sound of metal clinking.

Hyunjae's spent junk ticked as Juyeon turned, bending over the sink with intent. Pants dropped around his ankles, revealing the delectable curve of his ass, smooth and hairless, begging to be touched. Juyeon spat into his palm, reached back, and used his saliva with Hyunjae’s fresh semen to prepare himself.

“Fuck, man,” Hyunjae rasped, witnessing Juyeon’s long digits scissor in. The sight was maddeningly obscene, and it took every ounce of resolve Hyunjae had left not to pounce and bury his dick in that tiny ringpiece right then and there.

“I-I have to go,” he muttered, acting like it didn't affect him, though his feet stayed rooted to the spot, his half-hard appendage swelling back to life. Hyunjae tried to clear the fog of lust that clouded his mind, but it was no use. Juyeon was too tempting. Presenting his undefiled cunt so willingly was undoing Hyunjae completely.

“Sure you are,” Juyeon said sarcastically, glancing over with a sly smile, fanned his ass cheeks apart, revealing more of his exceptionally pink pucker. "Are you seriously going to pass on this?" Hyunjae was torn. "And just so you know, I have only used dildos in the past..." he then rubs the puny opening with his fingers, and adds, "You get first dibs on this little pussy, big guy!"

And that did it. Hyunjae's dick is mega hard now. Thanks Juyeon.

 

What will he do with THAT information?

“Hurry, bro. Someone might catch us!”

The words were an invitation, and Hyunjae was on the brink of insanity. His raging dick needs relief ASAP. So, he urgently searched his pockets for a condom but came up empty. “Shit, I don’t have one on me. Um, do you happen to—”

“It’s okay," Juyeon smirks. "I never wanted you to wear one anyway.”

The confession was like a spark that ignited a fire in Hyunjae’s groin. He was painfully erect, the veins along his length bulging as it stood proud and ready. It's like he never came. “Oh, I'm in trouble,” Hyunjae's eyes glued to Juyeon’s fluttering orifice.

“Just try to keep quiet, okay?” Hyunjae warned, flicking to the door briefly. "I’ll try,” Juyeon replied, his tone playful, “but that depends on how well you would fuck me with that massive cock of yours.”

It's like Hyunjae lost the ability to breathe right when his precum-leaking tip brushed against Juyeon's entrance. Tapping his dick lightly against the ring of muscle, feeling it quiver. This was only his second time with a guy, and the thought that it might not be his last sent a rush into his "alleged" hetero-system~

“Come on, bro,” Juyeon urged, pushing his ass back, forcing the head of Hyunjae's dick to plug his pink pocket. “Time's ticking!”

Hyunjae gritted his teeth and slowly pushed in, inch by grueling inch. "Ahh, shit, try to relax, bruh, can't get in," he grunts when the large glans pop inside. The tightness was almost too much to bear. Confirming that Juyeon is indeed a bottom virgin, OR he might just be insanely huge. Both probable.

They moaned together as Juyeon’s face contorted, doing his utmost to adjust, lips in a thin line suggesting a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as he was split open. Hyunjae's girth was above average, after all.

“Ahh, fuck me,” He gripped the edge of the sink while Hyunjae slid in farther, 8 inches in and still going.📏 Juyeon felt so full, yet, "I'm almost there, Juyeon-ah, just a few more inches..." Hyunjae notes.

"What the actual heck?" Juyeon internally panics. Visibly struggling. "How long is this guy's dick?!" His train of thought was cut short when Hyunjae’s hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt.

*SMACK*

"Gahhdamnn," Juyeon’s head fell back as a hand clamped over his mouth. “Keep it low, or we’ll get caught, bro.” Hyunjae cautioned and began to move, jabbing shallowly (at first), but quickly gained momentum!

His rival's muffled sobs were a feast for the ears, a far cry from the noises they make at each other's grill in court. Each sound drove Hyunjae further into a manic frenzy. More so than any real pussy has ever done. And that scared and excited him—

Hyunjae could feel Juyeon’s walls clenching as if trying to milk him dry. “Shit, nghh, y-you’re squeezing so tight,” But rather than stopping, he seized Juyeon’s hips and rammed harder, deeper, his wet cock pistoning in and out so fast, it almost blurs.

Incoherent and hoarse inhalations fueled Juyeon’s restrained reactions. Hyunjae accessed delicate parts of him that he didn't know could bring immense pleasure. Call him crazy, but it's like his whole rectum transformed into one single prostate! Every spot that Hyunjae's horse cock slammed into made him curse aloud until Hyunjae finally uncovered his mouth, to let him breathe, only Juyeon inexplicably blurted, "Kiss me. Please!"

Hyunjae swiveled Juyeon’s head to the side, capturing his lips in a hot, messy exchange. Tongues converge in a sensuous dance like they have been acquainted for years as Hyunjae continues to rail Juyeon, hitting numerous sweet spots simultaneously.

“What about your girlfriend?” he inquires mid-kisses.

“That's a no-brainer! I’d leave her for you in a heartbeat, Hyunjae-ah,” Aware of every penile vein raking and thumping inside his battered hole, Juyeon clung to the sink as Hyunjae roughly drilled into him. “If... If you promise to breed me every waking day. Just. Like. THIS!”

Hyunjae’s crimson phallus throbbed twice as intensely at the words, thrusts becoming more unstable as his release drew near. “Yeah? You'd do that for me?” he moaned, nails digging into Juyeon’s 30-inch waist and yanking him onto his vein-embellished fuckpipe with reckless need.

"Damn right, I will! ... Ahh, ahh, c-cum inside me, please, breed me, bro..." Juyeon wailed huskily, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and temples as his defiled hole slammed onto Hyunjae's slick, sodden pubes. "I need you, Hyunjae-ssi, I need you to own this pussy!"

Hyunjae’s robust strides hastened, barging back and forth without regard, producing the filthiest coital noises. “Don’t leave her, Juyeon-ah,” he exclaimed, laboring to repress his orgasm. “I want us to fuck behind her back. Tell me stories of how she’d scream your name in bed while you scream mine!”

Okay. What?

That's pretty fucked up.

Who would have ever thought that Hyunjae harbored such fantasies? It's always the quiet ones you have to keep an eye out for.

Juyeon's pupils dilated in a blend of surprise and lust as Hyunjae exploded, cock pulsing constantly, spilling dense jets of hot jizz into the deepest corners of his bowels. "Oh, fuckkk, it's getting so much tighter, shit," Hyunjae stiffened, his hips jerking profusely for each ample spurt, making Juyeon shiver from head to his (tipped) toes.

Assuming it was all done, Juyeon attempted to straighten back up, ready to call it a day, but was startled when Hyunjae kept moving, riding out his climax as the excess seeped out, coating the barreling length with webs of sperm cream.

“It’s your turn, baby girl,” Hyunjae growled, snatching a fistful of Juyeon’s hair and pulling it. "Prove how badly you want it. Cum for me!"

Their eyes darted to the mirror, and from this angle, they could see Juyeon's fucked-out expression and the apparent size difference of their bodies. While Juyeon was lean and toned, Hyunjae was ripped and bulkier.

Juyeon's mouth watered as his brain went to the idea of cheating with his girlfriend and getting dominated by his hunky rival from here on out. “Yes, yes, keep fucking me! I'll be your enemy in the day, and your whore at night, Hyunjae-ssi,” he choked out as his aching erection bucked against the sink. “Oh, God, I’m—I'm going to nut all over your huge cock! Fuck, bro, fuckkk!!!”

With a dirty squelch, Hyunjae withdrew, halting Juyeon's pea and knelt. His upright cock remained rigid betwixt his muscly thighs, coated in tons of cum, and slick. "Give it to me, bro. Lemme get a taste of—holy smokes!" he bellows in disbelief, taking in the image of Juyeon’s dick for the first time.

Fuck.

There was no way around it. Juyeon was massive! His length spans past the measurement of Hyunjae's face. No wonder he had a big ego. It went well with the size of his member.💢 Hyunjae never dreamed of sucking a dick nor getting his arse violated by one, not ever, but discovering Juyeon’s glorious cock changed that. It made him curious. Very curious.*

He was taken out of his daze when Juyeon grunted low, and sexy, "Here it comes, oh, shit, here it c-cums—good God!" The first tacky squirt hits his left eye.

Hyunjae barely had time to process it as MORE of Juyeon’s seed splattered across his forehead, unfurled tongue, neck, and chest—just a single emission from Juyeon could be compared to 3 grown, virile men!

18 powerful sprays and counting! Juyeon’s orgasm seemed never-ending. And in its course, Hyunjae didn’t hesitate, wrapping his cum-tainted lips around the spewing pole and sucking Juyeon dry like it was the answer to world hunger.

"S-SHIT! H-Hyunjae-ahhh," Juyeon shuddered with oversensitivity. Not in this lifetime would he have pictured this scene transpiring in any way. Hyunjae, the star player of Westfield High, who was sought by many, was kneeling and worshipping his cum-gushing pisser.

Hyunjae knew Juyeon harbored much difficulty, having just busted moments ago, but he did not let on. Adding insult to injury, he used his gym-calloused hands to stroke Juyeon off. The coarse skin texture of his palms only added to the stimulus.

He was a man on a mission. Hyunjae needs Juyeon's protein-packed "love juice" again. And he needs it NOW.

"H-Hyun~jae... No... Stop... S-Sensitive..." Juyeon fought the shriek that threatened to flee his lungs. He has never been pushed this far. "Dude... Ahh, ahh, fuck, FUCK!"

Neither of them knew how it happened, but soon Juyeon was fucking Hyunjae’s skull, holding him still as his exploited cock slithered in and out of that untrained throat. "This is all on you, bro. You made me do this!" Juyeon keens, ogling at the wads of cum that overflowed from Hyunjae's mouth to the ground.

And being inexperienced, Hyunjae gagged throughout, grumbling pathetically around Juyeon's whopping meat. "He's blocking out all my airways," Hyunjae writhed, tears flowing down his cheeks, and could hardly breathe, but none of that mattered, not when he was cumming hands-free whilst blowing Juyeon off!

*SPLURT. SPLURT. SPLURT. SPLURT*

"Goddamn, that's so hot!" Juyeon saw how Hyunjae came untouched, just by slobbering on his knob. "G-Going to blow my fucking load again! Give you what you want. You fucking cumRAG!"

Over ten profane suctions later, Juyeon cried out, drooling in ecstasy, “Jesus fucking Christ!” He extracted his scarlet wood from Hyunjae’s spooge-saturated mug with a pop, milliseconds from bursting, and fists himself to completion!

Head thrown back, Juyeon unleashed more and more fat ribbons of white, flying through the air, desecrating the tiled floors, even Hyunjae’s clothes and jizz soaked face—tenfold! It was a spectacle of bodily fluids, but no one cared—

From Hyunjae’s perspective, Juyeon looked unreal, glowing under the halogen light in that open Adidas jacket, like a seductive saint worth worshipping. And with that enormous cock, he might as well be.

They were still in their climactic highs when the mood was shattered by a loud knock on the bathroom door— “Juyeon-ssi, are you here, son? We’re leaving, so you better hurry up!”

Shit.

They froze like two idiots caught with their dicks out. Juyeon scrambled, swiftly tending to the dollops of semen that kept leaking from his hole. “O-Okay, Dad! I’ll— I’ll be out in five minutes! See you in the parking lot!”

Hyunjae immediately turns on the faucet, splashing water on his face, and frantically wipes off the mishmash of sticky fluids from his body. "Here, let me help, bro." Juyeon nabbed some clean paper towels and assisted him in cleaning up. Chivalry is not dead.

Their eyes accidentally met, both laughing at the silliness of it all.

"You got a firehose in your pants or something?" Hyunjae whined, scrubbing his neck with liquid soap as he stared at Juyeon's reflection. "When was the last time you came?" 

"I, uh, just jerked off hours ago, after the game. Thinking of you."

Flushed, Hyunjae overlooked the erotic revelation and responded, "Well, you better visit your doctor. Cause last time I checked, it shouldn't be this much, dude. Your cum's freakin' everywhere!" 

“Ha-ha, sorry! Maybe you bring it out of me, bro. I never come like this with any girl.” Juyeon downright flirts, tucking his half-chub back into his jeans. "In any case, I am not the one who nutted thrice tonight!" Hyunjae blushed even more at that.

Is he deep into the (pink, purple, and blue) rabbit hole?

Sort-of-decent, they paused at the doorway. Hyunjae was about to bolt when Juyeon held his wrist. "Hey, thanks for standing up for me earlier. That means a lot."

“Oh, um, it's nothing, man.” Hyunjae humbly responds.

“No, it’s not nothing ... My dad taught me that it takes great courage to stand up against your enemies, but even greater courage to stand up to your friends.” Juyeon's sincere gaze held his. "You're a real one, Hyunjae! People like you are rare."

Hyunjae’s heart did a dumb little stutter. He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled awkwardly, avoiding Juyeon’s sharp, smitten eyes, looking at him like he was everything.

Then, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, Hyunjae asked, “Hey, um, can I have your number? I mean, if your offer's still on the table.”

Juyeon's face lit up, "Of course, I thought you'd never ask." He plucked Hyunjae's phone, fingers brushing longer than necessary, and punched in his digits. "There." Handing it back with a wink, “Next time, don’t play so hard to get. Text me, 'kay?” and scurries away—

"Next time," Hyunjae echoed softly, already missing the warmth of Juyeon's touch.

When Hyunjae returned to their table, he was grinning like an idiot. "Where the hell have you been?" one of his teammates questioned.

"Oh, just took a load off," Hyunjae said, deadpan. The table erupted in laughter, assuming he meant taking a ginormous poo.

But then Sunwoo, ever the little shit-stirrer, leaned in close and whispered, "Bro... you got cum stain on your shirt." Hyunjae, half-panicked, grabbed a napkin and scrubbed at the spot furiously.

"I guess you had a good time, huh?" Sunwoo snickered like he thought he was hilarious.

Shaking his head with a smile, Hyunjae snuck a peek at his phone below the table, and opened his messaging app.

He hit send before he could think twice. Haknyeon did say, "Jump. Take chances." So he did despite his reservations.

It wouldn't be a crime if two gorgeous star players from opposing schools, built like Abercrombie & Fitch models, hung like horses, fooled around between games, right?

A secret fling? Maybe. Or it could lead to something more. Who knows? Only time can tell.

But one thing’s sure—he now had a wild story to share with his best friend.

・・・

Chapter Text

Haknyeon's Bedroom.

“So…you’re telling me you had a spontaneous quickie with Juyeon…in an Olive Garden restroom?” Haknyeon nearly dropped his phone from laughing too hard. "I knew it! Good thing my GayDar software is still up to date!"

“I swear to God, it just happened,” Hyunjae said, pacing, one hand tugging his hoodie strings nervously. “I was about to head out when I saw him standing outside the door. We made eye contact, and then boom, the next thing I knew, I was giving him back shots!”

“You don’t just accidentally rail somebody in a public restroom, bro.”

“I know. I know. But, Juyeon was so... And I was...” Hyunjae runs an aggravated hand through his hair. "I even texted him after—ugh, what's going on with me? Does this mean I'm into him?"

“Uh, yeah?! That's like a $2 question, bestie. You like him, and he WANTS you. If it's still not clear in that lil noggin of yours." Haknyeon teased.

Hyunjae sighed, collapsing on his bed. “I’m straight. I’ve always been straight.”

Haknyeon snorted. “Buddy, everyone’s a little gay for someone. High school is just one big buffet of bad decisions and unexpected orgasms. Or is that college?”

“Jesus.”

“Look, don’t freak out. You’re not turning into a new person—you’re just…unlocking a DLC you didn’t know your brain downloaded,” Haknyeon continued. “Remember that text I sent you?"

“Yeah,” Hyunjae smiled. “That was actually helpful. And hey, I’m proud of you, too. You and Daniel are, like, couple goals now.”

Haknyeon chuckled. “Aww, thanks. Yeah, turns out that life gets fun when you stop pretending and embrace your truth! But enough about me—let’s get you out of this ditch of deprivation. Daniel’s hosting game night tomorrow. Bring Juyeon. Get drunk. Let nature take its gay little course.”

“You sure this won’t be weird? I'm still figuring things out, and Juyeon might not be comfortable.”

“Bro, it’s already weird. Might as well make it awesome! ”

"Fair point."

"And I think it's cute that you're thinking about what Juyeon would feel," Haknyeon bobs his eyebrows. "That's so 'boyfriend-coded' of you!" 

"Shut up, man!" Hyunjae beams and throws a pillow at Haknyeon.

🎮

The Next Night

Controllers clicked, trash talk echoed, pizza boxes were piled, and half-empty bottles of soju decorated the coffee table like little glass soldiers. They were sprawled across bean bags and the couch, deep in a brawl over who was better at Mario Kart .

“You looked at my screen again, Daniel! I saw that shit!”

“I glanced! You banana’d me twice in one round! That’s war! ”

“Cry harder, bitch,” Juyeon sniggered, sipping from his glass.

Hyunjae watched them all, amazed at how easy everything felt. Juyeon fit right in—laughing, snarking back at Daniel, giving Haknyeon a run for his money in Tekken. If someone walked in, they’d see four regular dudes having a good time. Not a sexually confused bloke. Not a dominant top. Not a power bottom. And not a closet case. Just friends. Chillin.

Then Haknyeon got up. “I’ll get more drinks,” he said with a suspicious smile. “Y’all need to loosen up a bit more.”

Daniel darted at Hyunjae. “You know that look. That’s a ‘shit’s about to get messy’ look.”

“You’re not wrong." Hyunjae was visibly worried.

Haknyeon returned with a crate of soju bottles.

Half an hour more of drinking and gaming passes.

It wasn’t long before the soju had done its job. Laughter turned louder. Movements got looser. Then Haknyeon, like the agent of chaos he was, struck. “So, Hyunjae,” he said, real casual. “How was the Olive Garden dick appointment?”

Juyeon choked. Full-on, spit-take-coughing, almost-died-on-a-rice-cracker choke.

“Wait— what?" Daniel’s eyebrows shot up. "No, no, hold up—WHAT?! ”

Haknyeon gave Daniel a knowing look, sipping.

“Hey, I shared that with you in confidence," Hyunjae said quickly. "And besides, it was just…exploratory!”

“Exploratory? This ain’t fucking Dora the Explorer, bro,” Daniel cackled. “Did you smash or not?”

Hyunjae was stumped.

A pause.

“Okay, okay. I bottomed, alright?" Juyeon's face was redder than a stoplight. "I wanted to. I’ve been crushing on Hyunjae forever.”

“Damn. That’s bold, brah. Respect." Daniel was genuinely impressed. "And just so you know, this is a safe space, okay? No need to hide here." Juyeon smiled warmly as he could finally take a breather.

"So, um…what’s it like?” Daniel queries.

“You asking for research purposes or…?” Haknyeon razzed.

“I mean, I’ve never done it. I’m a dom-top. Certified. Just curious,” Daniel defended.

Juyeon shrugged. “Toys helped. But nothing could’ve prepared me for this guy.” He gestured at Hyunjae, whose face was hidden behind a throw pillow.

“Oh my God,” Daniel muttered. “Are we talking like, biblical proportions here?”

Haknyeon burst out laughing. “I told you, Danny. It ain't just you rocking a tree trunk between his legs on campus!"

“It’s always the quiet ones,” Juyeon added.

"100%—my bestie here is packing heat porn stars can only dream of." Haknyeon elbows Hyunjae.

Hyunjae groaned. “Can we not talk about my dick right now?”

“Why not? You should be proud,” Haknyeon grinned. "Oh, and speaking of dicks—remember that text you showed me where you asked Juyeon to top you?"

"No, you didn't!" Daniel giggled in a corner. "Hyunjae, you naughty, naughty boy."

Hyunjae sat up, eyes wide. “Why don't you just throw me under the bus while you're at it?!”

“Oh, shush! We're all grown-ups here, well, kinda,” Haknyeon said again, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Anyway, you said you were curious. I’ve got a lot of experience. I’ll walk you through it. It doesn’t have to be weird. It can just be a cool little bonding activity or some shit.”

“Right now? ” Hyunjae gawked.

“Yeah, why not?” Haknyeon laughed. “We’re all here. We’re buzzed. It’s like a trust fall but with more lube.”

Daniel raised his hand like he was in class. “I’m in, babe. Let’s do this!"

“You guys are insane,” Hyunjae said, looking between them.

“Come on,” Daniel nudged. “Don’t be a fun sucker. When else are you gonna have your bestie talk you through your gay awakening? ... Or bi or whatever!”

Juyeon reached over, gently touching Hyunjae’s wrist. “I’d rather it be private, too… But if it helps, we’re all in this together.”

Hyunjae breathed in deeply. “…Okay. But nobody makes fun of me if I scream.”

Haknyeon smirked. “Only if it’s a cute scream.”

Daniel suddenly stood up and disappeared into his bedroom. He came back a minute later, grinning ear-to-ear, holding a bottle of lube and a strip of XXL condoms like it was his golden ticket.

“Shall we begin?” he purred.

Everyone looked at each other—nervous, giddy, a little buzzed, and fully charged.

・・・

Chapter Text

Haknyeon, Daniel, Hyunjae, and Juyeon stood in a loose circle, eyes darting at one another. Desires simmering. The large bean bag in the center of the room beckoned. “Alright, boys,” Haknyeon broke the silence first. “Strip to your underwear. Let's get this show on the road."

Hyunjae wavered, flushed in a deep shade of pink, still wrestling with his feelings. The idea of this kind of intimacy made his stomach contort in knots. On the other hand, Daniel was unbothered, shrugging off his shirt, making it clear he was game for whatever Haknyeon had in mind. Talk about a horny supportive boyfriend.

“C’mon, Hyunjae,” Daniel spoke, light but firm. "Trust the process. Haki knows what he’s doing.”

Hyunjae swallowed hard but nodded, tugging his shirt over his head with shaking hands. Juyeon watched them intently, yet his eyes lingered on Hyunjae’s, ogling at how each muscle flexed before shifting to Daniel’s broad build.

"Like these guns, brah?" Daniel strikes a pose. "Yeah, they're dope," Juyeon notes, showing off his biceps as well. Hyunjae whistles in admiration and cops a feel of it. "Hyunjae's pretty jacked, too," Daniel says, squeezing his defined triceps.

"Thanks. I've been incorporating a progressive overload during arm days," Hyunjae discloses and flexes his gym-forged arms. "Respect, bro. These are drool-worthy," Daniel tips in, caressing those hard-earned muscles like blind people learning braille. "You can say that again. Just wow!" Juyeon joins in, even running his palm on Hyunjae's pecs. He likes how big his man's heart is.

While they were busy touching each other, Haknyeon just happily observed from the side. His gay ass couldn't be any happier. Why wouldn't he be? They're all fine as fuck, and even in their flaccid states, Daniel, Hyunjae, and Juyeon were hung like horses, apparent whilst inside their underwear, a fact that didn’t escape Haknyeon's leering eyes, who was now on his knees beside the bean bag, a bottle of lube in hand.

"Okay, okay, we get it! Y'all have muscle kinks." Haknyeon giggles. "Hyunjae and Daniel, come here and lie down," he instructs, gesturing to the bean bag. “Opposite directions, heads close together.”

"Wait, Daniel, too?" Hyunjae was a bit surprised.

"Yeah, man. I'm curious, just like you," Daniel complied without a second thought, stretching out on the bean bag with a relaxed sigh. Hyunjae heeded more hesitantly, his body stiff when he settled beside Daniel. Their heads were close enough that their breathing mingled.

“Try to relax,” Haknyeon encouraged. “First, we gotta prepare you guys for bottoming. Trust me, it’s gonna feel amazing.”

Hyunjae’s ego took a hit. Bottoming? When did Westfield High's MVP become the one getting rekt? He should be the one "giving."

"Alright, gents. Take those briefs off." Haknyeon was already uncapping the lube, the cool liquid pooling on his fingers. Daniel and Hyunjae comply, discarding their garments to the side. Giddy, Haknyeon saw how Juyeon battled not to stare at Hyunjae's well-endowed package and low-hanging balls. Something that he could freely do for Daniel. "Here I go, hun,"

Daniel hums as Haknyeon’s slick digits trace circles around his rim. "Do what I do," Haknyeon instructs Juyeon.

Juyeon greases up his long digits and calmly says, "I'll be gentle, I promise." Hyunjae gulps and hisses when Juyeon spreads lube over his unblemished hole, his body tensing at the unfamiliar touch.

“T-This is… weird,” Hyunjae admitted, doubting his decision. “Stop being such a wuss," Daniel laughed, low and throaty. "Just go with it.“

Haknyeon nods, his expression reassuring. “Don’t worry, we won’t do anything funky for your first time. No toys. No tricks. Just the basics.”

With that, Haknyeon pressed gently but insistently against Daniel’s entrance. Daniel let out a soft moan, his pucker instinctively resisting. "I got you, babe," Haknyeon mumbles till Daniel relaxes enough to allow his finger to slip inside. Hyunjae wasn’t as quick to adjust. He was somewhat winded as Juyeon mimicked Haknyeon’s lead, easing a lubed finger into his tiny entry.

"Ahh, w-wait, Juyo," Hyunjae visibly shakes.

“Are you good?” Juyeon concerningly asked. It took a hot minute for Hyunjae to acknowledge. "Okay, try again," he said, his jaw tight but gradually easing into it. “Yeah… Just... Ahh, ahhh, fu—ck..." Juyeon successfully crept a finger in.

"See, bro, nothing to it," Haknyeon taps on Hyunjae's shoulder. "That's easy for you to say. Juyeon's fingers are twice your size," Hyunjae points out. Haknyeon giggles. His best friend is not wrong.

Haknyeon and Juyeon continued, working their fingers until they were knuckles-deep. The greasy sounds of lube and skin pervade the game room. It wasn’t long before Haknyeon told Juyeon to add another finger. Hyunjae stifles a moan in response.

“Y-You have to loosen me up more,” Daniel says—a complete opposite of Hyunjae's retaliation. Haknyeon scissored his boyfriend open with practiced ease. “Patience, baby. We’ll get there.”

Juyeon mirrored Haknyeon’s movements, probing Hyunjae’s narrow channel till he found a walnut-sized lump. "A-Ahhh!" Hyunjae’s sudden moan was sharp and unrestrained, a sound so unexpected that it sent a jolt of heat through every man in the room. Juyeon’s cock, most of all straining against the fabric of his black Calvin's, forming a tent, threatening to break through.

“You sound so fucking hot, Hyunjae,” Juyeon cites. Everyone could see how smitten he was. “You’re doing so well, opening up for me.“

Hyunjae’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure coursing through him, his body responding in ways he hadn’t foreseen. Evident by how his dick leaked precum onto the furrows of his abs, a mirror image of Daniel’s own arousal. Juyeon’s fingers hastened, simultaneously thumbing along the soft taint. The pace was relentless, and soon Hyunjae was begging and trembling with need.

“Shit, it, it feels so good... Ahh, need something bigger! Mmff, please, please give me your cock, Juyeon-ah, nghh,” Hyunjae pleaded, his eyes teeming with desire. “Please.”

Greenlit, Juyeon extracted his fingers, lowering the hem of his underwear just below his balls to set his boner free, and quickly fumbled with an XXL condom. His hands were unsteady, rolling it on and slicking himself with piles of lube. Haknyeon did the same, his gaze flicking to Juyeon’s impressive length. Envious and impressed.

To put it simply, Juyeon was huge, so big that Haknyeon’s mouth watered.

➡ Hyunjae was the longest—veiniest, shaved, straight as a pole, and above average in thickness.

➡ Daniel had an upcurve, well-kept pubes, and a massive cockhead. The thickest, no doubt about it.

➡ Juyeon was trimmed, with a prominent vein and a slight rightward curve. He surpassed Daniel in length, with a respectable girth to match.

➡ Haknyeon was smooth and mid in every way—he didn’t need a dick anyway. He was a bona fide power bottom through and through.

“Put that inside me,” Daniel said. Sultrily. “Please, baby. Daddy needs to get dicked down, real bad.“ Haknyeon did not even bother to put a condom on.

Haknyeon and Juyeon lined up with their partners, their cocks poised at their prepped doorways. Haknyeon glanced at Juyeon, a silent understanding passing between them.

“Ready?” Juyeon asks tenderly. Hyunjae's head bobbed, signifying that he was. "T-Take it sl-aagh-ahh." Stumped, pupils dilated as Juyeon pushed in, breaking the rim of muscle within a split second. The stretch was intense but manageable.

Daniel whizzed as Haknyeon penetrated him, adapting to the fullness with ease. “Hey... That feels nice,” he conceded.

Hyunjae, on the other side, was struggling and clutching the bean bag as Juyeon’s daunting size tested his limits. "Don't move, not yet, just let m-me...” Hyunjae moaned, high and strained. “Ahh, fuck, it’s so b-big!“

"Nghh, it'll feel better soon, Hyunjae-ssi. Hang in there," Juyeon gripped Hyunjae’s thighs for leverage. “Just breathe. Try to stay calm.” He slowly eased in and out, purposefully using only a fraction of his dick. Hyunjae moans in the background. "You’re taking it so well. So, so well."

Haknyeon started to move, his hips rocking into Daniel with a steady rhythm. "Not bad for your first rodeo, babe! Go ahead, play with yourself." Daniel seized his dick, stroking in time with Haknyeon’s thrusts. “Yeah, baby,” Daniel groaned, his burly breasts jouncing with the motions. “Keep fucking Daddy's tight hole!“

Hyunjae’s moans grew louder as Juyeon's pace picked up. He tried to hold back, but Hyunjae felt too good. The cautious jabs went from subtle to unceasing, his long, veiny dick hitting Hyunjae’s prostate with accuracy—a minute passes, and the pitiful whimpers escalate to something feral.

Then, to everyone's shock, Hyunjae yelled and begged, "More!!! Give me more," surprising even himself. “More Juyeon, fuck the living lights out of me!"

Juyeon obliged, his advances becoming harder, deeper, each driving Hyunjae closer to the edge. Hyunjae’s nails scrabbled against Juyeon’s puffed-out chest, spine arched in ecstasy. “You have no fucking idea how much I want you,” Juyeon growled, rough with arousal. Hair clinging to his damp forehead as a droplet of sweat hangs on the tip of his nose. “How many times I've dreamed of this moment. Your pussy, ruined by my cock!“

"Is this what Haknyeon feels? Is this why he bottoms all the time?" Hyunjae jostled to and fro, fucked out of his wits, tears streaming from his eyes, all while Juyeon scrambled his insides with a brutality that, oddly, only left him craving more. He was unconsciously squirming like a whore that a horned-up Daniel decided to join in, pulling him into an inverted kiss. So hot that spit trickled to their chins. Nothing could be sexier than two big dicked jocks doing anal for the first time, making out due to extreme prostate stimulation. Haknyeon’s palms roamed Daniel’s strapping pecs, his fingers tweaking those sensitive nipples as he continued to propel forward.

Everyone was beginning to sweat, Juyeon more so.

“Goddamn, that’s the stuff of wet dreams. Fuck. Kiss the crap out of him, bro,” Juyeon muttered, eyeing Daniel's bulky muscles, his breath coming in short, ragged pants. Sweat dripped from every inch of their intertwined bodies. Juyeon doubled his efforts and plowed through Hyunjae's stifled cries while Daniel shoved his tongue down Hyunjae's throat.

At one point, Juyeon lifted his arm so that he could lick the sweat from his pits. Yeah, Juyeon's a freak. Haknyeon, unable to resist, dove in and had a taste of Juyeon's perspiring underarms. Tangy. Dirty. Irresistible. Licking incessantly, causing Juyeon to moan right as Haknyeon clashed their open mouths together in a messy, passionate exchange.

The room was desecrated with the sinful sounds of skin slapping, moans, and the delicious, zesty scent of sex.

"I'm going to b-bust, Juyeon. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Hyunjae was the first to climax, untouched, his release shot to his tits and abs in thick, glistening stripes. Eight ongoing emissions later, Daniel briskly followed, grunting as his cock throbbed and spilled onto his fist and sculpted six-pack. "Holy cow, this feels like fucking heaven!" Daniel licks his lips and thumbs at his spewing slit, creating a gloopy mess in his nether regions.

Juyeon, slick with lube and Hyunjae’s arousal, pulled out, removed the condom, and stroked himself to completion, his cum blazing across Hyunjae’s torso in hot, sticky lines, adding to the sperm puddles that drizzled down the sides. Head thrown back, Juyeon had full-bodied ticks for each bounteous spurt. Losing count after the 10th discharge. But then—

“Put that fucking dick back in,” Hyunjae grabbed Juyeon's erupting pisser and pointed it to his fluttering hole, painting it white. “I want to feel you cum inside me!” Juyeon obeyed, sliding back into Hyunjae’s welcoming heat. "Ahh, so fucking tight," He kept cumming with a series of manly groans, shuddering as he emptied himself—each thrust of his pelvis into Hyunjae’s ass triggering another explosive ejaculation. Proving just how much of a sperm bank he was.

“That's it. Fill me up. Make me leak cum for days,” Hyunjae clutched Juyeon's exposed length and squeezed it. Juyeon moans and liberates more of his viscous milk until it overflows from Hyunjae's swollen rim, forming a pool of jizz on the bean bag.

Haknyeon was close behind, frame rigid, stuffing the condom still sheathed inside his boyfriend. "Not bad for a power bottom," Daniel compliments, twitching with the lingering aftershocks of his orgasm. Haknyeon smiles, lunges forward, and makes out Daniel, humping leisurely, riding out his climax.

*Schlork,* Haknyeon pulled out and secured the condom with a practiced twist of his fingers, tossed the used contraceptive to a nearby bin with a lazy wrist tweak, and missed. Damn. He didn’t bother picking it up, too distracted by the way Juyeon unsheathed from Hyunjae's desecrated hole, body dripping in sweat, as he manspreads on the couch, his spooge-soaked cock still hard. Even after cumming THAT much. It was still, fucking hard.

Hyunjae and Daniel sprawled on the beanbag, catching their breath, their chests rising and falling in unison. Hyunjae raised a hand weakly, and Daniel slapped it in a high-five. "Are you sure this is your first time?" Hyunjae heckled.

"It is. Believe it or not." Daniel chortled and stretched out, abs flexing."You need more practice with Juyeon, though," he replied, grinning at the way Hyunjae blushed.

"Cut me some slack, man. I had to work with a fucking baton up my ass," Hyunjae retorts, "What do you think, Nyeonnie? Did I do—"

They spot Haknyeon walking across the room, hips swaying. Enticing. "Looks like someone’s still pent up here, fellas," Haknyeon said, standing in front of Juyeon.

Juyeon places his hands behind his head, biceps on display, reclining on the couch. "It’s fine, bruh. It should settle on its own."

Haknyeon's eyes darkened, consumed by lust. "Nah, we don’t want all that meat to go to waste now, do we?" Before Juyeon could respond, Haknyeon straddled him, his knees pressing into the couch on either side of Juyeon’s hips.

Juyeon was too stunned to react as Haknyeon reached behind himself and pulled out the butt plug he’d been wearing. The squelch of silicone slipping free was loud in the quiet room.

"Haknyeon, w-what the fuck are you—"

"Chill, you sexy stud. Momma's got this!" Haknyeon purred, slithering to grip the base of Juyeon’s rock-solid erection, lining it up with his hole, slick and loose from the sizeable plug, lowering himself by degrees. "Ahh, shit, now I know why Hyunjae had a tough time. You're stupidly huge!" Haknyeon squeals, almost halfway through. 

Juyeon groaned, immediately recognizing the peculiar, ribbed interior that engulfed him. "Fuckkk. What alien shit is this?!" His head sank into the couch as Haknyeon’s snug, rippling hole electrified every inch of his dick. Juyeon fidgeted, fists clenched, beads of sweat forming at his brow—anxious he might cum any second from the stupendous heat.

*SQUELCH* Wet suction noises echoed in the room. Hyunjae and Daniel propped themselves on their elbows, watching with rapt attention. 

"I suppose there's no harm in being too friendly with the new guy, right, babe?" Daniel calls out.

"You know me. I'm one hospitable co-host," Haknyeon looked over his shoulder. "Are you boys just going to watch? Or are you joining the fun?"

"Be right there," Daniel took the bottle of lube, poured a generous amount into his palm, and began stroking his chubbed-up meat, unable to take his eyes off Haknyeon, whose dump truck of an ass bounces on Juyeon’s extensive cock, taking two-thirds of it with a cadence that was so lewd and hypnotic.

Hyunjae, meanwhile, felt his own dick twitching back to life. "This is too fucking filthy," he muttered, already slicking up his shaft with its residual juices.

"Ahh, ahh, fuck," Haknyeon’s seductive wails augment. "You fit right in, Juyeon-ah," he panted, glancing at the faint cock bump jutting from his paunch. "Out of all the dudes I fucked, only Daniel and Hyunjae were able to infiltrate my womb like this!"

"Is that right?" Juyeon groped and fondled Haknyeon’s dumpy globes apart, the flesh mashed like dough between his fingers. Feet planted on the carpet, he hammers skyward, meeting Haknyeon’s movements midway with equal intensity. "H-How can an ass be this tight after being used by a bunch of guys?!" Juyeon grunted roughly.

"What can I say? My pussy's special!" Haknyeon bites his lower lip and rides Juyeon harder. Hyunjae couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have Haknyeon riding him like that. "Damn, Nyeonnie, you're really taking it like a champ!" transfixed with the way Haknyeon's rim clung around Juyeon's girth, where wads of sperm froth accumulated.

Haknyeon's upper body swiveled, his gaze locking with Hyunjae’s. "Wanna see how far I can take it?" were the last words he said right as his oiled-up buns slammed down, jiggling with an insane amount of force, clapping louder and faster, pushing Juyeon deeper into him. 

He cried out in pleasure while Juyeon, locked in a silent scream, had no choice but to take it—muscles taut, vision blurring from the almost cruel stimulation as his burdened appendage thumped painfully hard. The longer Haknyeon rode him, the wetter and filthier their coitus became, slick sounds resonating with every brutal collision.

"This won't do," Daniel teetered on the brink of insanity, pumping his engorged cock. Something about seeing Haknyeon get railed by someone else riled up his libido. He had to take part in this, or else he will lose his damn mind.

And Hyunjae, well, he was not faring any better.

”Ahhnnghh, fuck, Juyeon, your dick feels so good,” Haknyeon moaned as if taunting Daniel. ”So deep, so fucking deep!” Juyeon nabbed Haknyeon’s dumpy rear, trying to control the motions. But Haknyeon was resolute, hell-bent on making him nut fast. ”God, your ass will be the death of me,” Juyeon could not find purchase anywhere.

Daniel has had it. His new boyfriend's wobbling cheeks were a spectacle, and he just had to get in there. Spitting into his palm, he slicked himself up and walked over to the pair. ”Big dicks have always been your kryptonite. Right, baby?" He slapped those moist globes hard. Haknyeon whined. ”Fuck yeah! But, I would love it even more if you put that pussy destroyer inside me! ” he whimpers in need. ”I want both of you to ruin me!”

"He wants what now?" Juyeon had no time to process what was happening. Haknyeon stilled, giving Daniel the perfect opportunity to shove his thick cock in alongside Juyeon's. *SLRRRK* The three of them let out a collective moan. Yet, Haknyeon’s whorish cry was the loudest. ”Oh, stop with the act, doll. I know you dream of this shit! Take it like the cockslut that you are,” Daniel swung Haknyeon’s face to the side and ravaged him. His hips moved with murderous intent, pushing more inches into Haknyeon’s torn hole. Unaware that there were signs of blood. ”It’s too tight. Can't m-move, fuck!” Juyeon shouted. The delicious friction of Daniel’s cock rubbing against his own was too much. ”I’m gonna c-cum! Fuck, fuck, I'm cumming, ahh!” back arching off the couch, Juyeon unleashed a prolific volume of hot jizz inside Haknyeon. Enough to coat Daniel's harpooning fuckstick.

Haknyeon keened into Daniel’s mouth, his legs shaking with the magnitude of Juyeon’s orgasm. ”Holy cow, Juyeon, you came so much,” Daniel chortled in amusement, not slowing down his advances. ”My boyfriend's ass is fucking magic, huh?” Juyeon nodded weakly, knocked senseless by the aftershocks. ”Yeah, fuck. Your reputation truly precedes—D-Daniel, wait! Sh-Shit!"

Adding insult to injury, Daniel increased his pace, banging Haknyeon with a ferocity that made the younger man shriek. ”More, Daddy, please! Make me feel good!” Haknyeon squirmed, clutching the back of Daniel's head just to ground himself. ”Treat me like the cumdump I am, please, please!”

”You greedy little whore,” Daniel took a fistful of Haknyeon's hair, his lips pressed on a cheek. ”Isn’t it enough that Juyeon nutted inside you?” Haknyeon shook his head frantically, shedding tears. ”No, Daddy, my little pussy needs your cum too!”

”Bro, please, let me pull out.” Juyeon was struggling. ”I just came! My dick is so fucking sensitive!” Daniel laughed, almost cruelly. ”Oh, no way, brah. You're in this shithole with us!” he emphasized, sadistically. ”Haknyeon’s ass might make you cum fast, but the downside is you have to endure the overstimulation. So, don’t be a fucking wimp!” Juyeon's brain was in shambles. His dick stayed rigid from the harsh intercourse, but was growing excruciatingly numb. ”Please, I didn't know it would be this extreme!" Poor Juyeon was tortured, trapped in the middle of Haknyeon’s ribbed walls and Daniel’s unsympathetic jabs.

Hearing his precious Juyeon’s discomfort, Hyunjae stepped in. Daniel was caught off guard when strong hands halted his hips. He twisted to see Hyunjae, tall, well-built, covered in sweat, casting a shadow above him, cock in hand, fully erect and throbbing. ”I don’t think it’s fair that my man suffers while you’re having fun,” Hyunjae snarled, wrapped his bicep around Daniel's neck, locking him in place, and rammed his enormous meat into the dominant man's unsuspecting hole.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” It was like all the air had been snuffed out of Daniel’s lungs. His body convulsed from head to toe, crushed by the fatal intrusion. ”Your dick is fucking huge! It hurts, bro, it fuckin' hurts!” He got misty-eyed when Hyunjae began to move - slow at first, then building into a destructive, punishing tempo. “Now you know how it feels,” Hyunjae sneered, feeding off Daniel’s racy retorts.

Daniel tried to turn to Haknyeon for help, but his boyfriend only snickered. ”Go ahead, Hyunjae,” Haknyeon encouraged with delight. ”Rip his fucking cunt apart!” Daniel was horrified but didn’t have time to protest—Hyunjae fucked him as Daniel did with his past conquests. Vicious and unforgiving. Daniel's cries were unhinged and pornographic, cowering from the onslaught. ”H-Hyunjae, slow down - you’re tearing my ass to shreds!” Daniel had always been in charge until now. And boy, if any dick could humble him, Hyunjae's lengthier schlong most certainly could!

The risque picture of Daniel being railed by Hyunjae struck the right chords, revitalizing Juyeon's arousal. He unconsciously grasped Haknyeon’s hips and bashed into him, making Haknyeon wail in pleasure. ”Yes, yes, yes, welcome back to the party, baby, fuck me! Fuck that nasty cunt!” Juyeon drilled in further, so robust was his propelling pelvis that Haknyeon recoiled high.

Haknyeon was racked by incoherence. Double penetrated to the skies, getting his brains fucked out. With a few more resounding smacks, he sees white splattering his essence across Juyeon’s puffed chest, neck, and agape mouth. ”Shittt, that's so hot!” Juyeon grunts, pulling Haknyeon into a feverish exchange. Tongues tangled, savoring the taste of fresh cum.

Amid it all, Hyunjae pistoned in and out of Daniel’s ass, causing the couch to creak. ”Hyunjae-ssi, you’re scrambling my fucking guts!” Daniel yelled, forehead pressed to Haknyeon’s slick back, as the sharp pain began to melt into dizzying rapture. Hyunjae immediately detected this shift, a dark grin tugging at his lips. “Well, well… look who’s having fun now. Your hole’s gotten even tighter,” he punched in deeper, loving how Daniel clenched around him.

Daniel was at his threshold. Pride be damned. At that point, the only thing that mattered was how insanely good Hyunjae’s horse cock made him feel. “Ohh, fuck, bro, it’s cumming—I’m gonna fuckin’ nut on your cock!” he cried, losing all control as thick twines of cum shot deep inside Haknyeon, mingling with Juyeon’s earlier load. Hyunjae’s rigorous pounding sent him completely over the edge. *SPLURT. SPLURT* Tacky blobs of semen leaked from Haknyeon’s butchered ringpiece, coating their inner thighs, cocks, pubes, and balls in a sticky mess of cum!

“I’m close—shit, I’m gonna cummm!” Hyunjae's muscular frame shuddered, sweat gleaming across his broad shoulders and down his spine. He plunged himself deeper into Daniel, hips snapping forward with desperation. Daniel tilted his head back, eyes locking with Hyunjae’s upside down, no longer pleading for mercy—a wild, needy hunger burned in his expression. “Don’t pull out, bro. I want it in my ass—give me all that cum!” he grounded back against every thrust, eager for the flood about to come.

To say Hyunjae was amazed would be an understatement. The once-dominant Top was now a submissive muck. “What a pathetic slut you've become, Danny,” he rasped, tipping Daniel’s chin up with the same hand he had wrapped around his neck, forcing his mouth open. *Ptooey* Hyunjae spat into it. The act was crude, yet undeniably erotic. He crashed their lips in a sloppy, upside-down kiss while continuing to rearrange Daniel's insides. With one final thrust, Hyunjae came hard, his warm seed flooding into Daniel in thick, hot bursts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Hyunjae roared, jerking wildly. Daniel whimpered into the kiss, instinctively palming his lower abdomen, where he could feel Hyunjae’s cock still jutting inside him—used and bred like a good cumwhore.

Juyeon, watching Daniel’s complete surrender, felt his climax crest. “He’s cumming inside me again!” Haknyeon squealed, writhing with satisfaction from the repeated sensation of being filled. It was addictive, and he couldn’t get enough. Skin slapped against skin in rapid succession. Juyeon’s sensual moans broke through, his hips bucking upward, weathering through his consecutive discharges.

Daniel's submission, Haknyeon’s double-stuffing, and Juyeon's shameless mewls unearthed something buried deep within Hyunjae, something he hadn’t even realized was there - until more cum erupted from his cock. “Gahhh, I can't fucking stop cumming!” he shouted. The first few jets spilled inside Daniel, but Hyunjae soon pulled out with the nastiest pop. Long strings of semen stretched between his pulsing shaft and Daniel’s bruised arse.

“Stay still,” Hyunjae grits, pumping the rest of his load onto Daniel’s muscled back. So copious, it spilled down the crease of his ass like a waterfall. "You're a fucking beast, Hyunjae-ssi," Daniel moaned. Then, without warning, Hyunjae dropped to his knees and dove into Daniel’s round buns. Fanning those cheeks apart as the freshly dispensed semen dribbled to his forehead, soaking his face while his tongue flicked over the puckering rim, lapping up the juices that oozed out. It was unlike anything Daniel had ever felt. “Fucking hell, he's eating me out!” Daniel gasped, grabbing Hyunjae’s head and pressing him into his cum-expelling cunt.

“Atta boy, Hyunjae-ah,” Haknyeon purred, vastly entertained. “You’re a natural, bestie!” Hyunjae didn’t respond, too consumed by the act. He had only devoured women's pussies in the past, but right now, the bitter flavor and velvety texture of Daniel’s hole under his tongue felt so right. The worst part was that he was already picturing himself doing it again. And again.

When he eventually pulled away, Daniel’s pink rosebud was a glistening, gaping mess, with large quantities of cum still leaking out. Hyunjae wiped his mouth, breathing heavily. “Didn't expect it to taste that good,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "That was… something."

“That’s putting it lightly, bro. I wouldn’t mind you going down on me next time,” Daniel beamed, pulling Hyunjae into a cum-drenched makeout. “C’mere. Let me taste myself—mmm.” They hummed into the kiss, relishing their shared ‘firsts.’ Daniel and Hyunjae had always been tops, but it seemed those days were officially behind them.

“Oof, that was crazy,” Haknyeon said, utterly spent. He lay beside Juyeon, his bussy still wide open, refusing to close as rivers of cum kept spilling onto the couch and even dripping to the floor. Juyeon, equally drained, could barely keep his eyes open.

“You okay, Juyo?” Haknyeon mumbled, exhausted. Juyeon buzzed in acknowledgment, halfway to dreamland, and faintly giggled as Haknyeon rested on his chest.

“Thanks, Nyeonnie,” Hyunjae said. Sincere. Genuine. Haknyeon looked at him, brow furrowed. “For what?”

“For… helping me figure out who I am and what I want,” Hyunjae replied, busy wiping his dick clean with a wet wipe. “I was confused, but now, I think I get it.” Haknyeon smiled warmly. “No worries, man. You’ve given me great advice over the years. This was the least I could do for you.” He winked, too lazy to move. “As I said, there are risks worth taking.”

Hyunjae smiled and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on Haknyeon's forehead. “Keep Juyeon company. I’m gonna take a leak,” he said, standing and stretching, muscles flexing. “Be right back.”

As Hyunjae left the room, Haknyeon noticed Daniel’s gaze trailing after him, eyes lingering on Hyunjae’s impressive physique. When their eyes met, Haknyeon sniggered and gave Daniel a subtle nod. "Go for it," the silent gesture seemed to say.

⚾︎

In the bathroom, Hyunjae had just finished pissing, tapping his dick to shake off the excess. He was still processing everything that had happened when he felt rough hands slide around his waist. Startled, he pivoted slightly and saw Daniel behind him— "Hey! You scared me."

“Sorry. Didn't mean to,” Daniel cooed. He then pressed his plump lips to Hyunjae’s nape, trailing kisses up to his ear. “I… I’ve been thinking about what you did earlier,” he admitted—husky, seductive. “The way you ate me out… I’ll be dreaming about it for sure.” Hyunjae’s breath hitched as Daniel’s hard cock slid into the cleft of his ass. “D-Daniel,” he purrs. Indecisive. “Is Nyeonnie okay with this?”

“He’s fine. Even gave me the go signal,” Daniel replied casually. “We’ve agreed to be in an open relationship. You know. Explore. Try new things.” He pressed closer, sniffing Hyunjae's hair. “I want to test the waters with you. Get fucked by your big cock again… and fuck you with mine.”

Hyunjae’s dick twitched at the words, his resolve faltering. “I need to talk to Juyeon about this,” he said, firm but not unkind. “But… for now, I think we can have a little more fun.”

“That sounds like a great idea. Maybe Juyo will be on board, too,” Daniel grinned, his aura gleaming with mischief. “Besides, you need a lot of practice to get used to your future boyfriend’s gifted pecker.”

“Fair point.” Hyunjae placed one foot on the toilet seat, opening his stance. Like clockwork, Daniel lined up behind him, his (very) thick cock nudging Hyunjae’s entrance. “Relax,” Daniel runs his palm on the curve of Hyunjae's buttcheeks and pushes in by degrees. *Shlomp* “Ahh, f-fuck!” Hyunjae gasped, his head falling back on the ball of Daniel’s shoulder.

Unlike Juyeon’s, which was a bit above average in girth, Daniel’s member was thicker than a can of beer; no wonder Haknyeon calls it the "pussy destroyer" - incapacitating in a way that was both painful and exhilarating. "Shh, shh, just take it, baby." He peppered Hyunjae’s neck with wet pecks, attempting to calm him as his assault sped up. Rapid and assertive.

“Don’t worry, bro,” Daniel whispered, tugging Hyunjae into a vehement embrace. “This’ll be quick. Seven minutes tops.” Hyunjae groused in ache, his muscles tensing as Daniel jackhammered straight into his prostate, like he had found the missing puzzle piece. Juyeon’s leftover cum slicked the way, making every fat inch, every ridge and vein, reshape his insides. Balls slapped against his taint. It was overpowering—in the best way. “Sh-shit, if you keep this up, I’m gonna cum in no time!” Daniel laughed, low and dark. "Good," He fondled Hyunjae's strapping pecs and pinched his tits, drawing out a high-pitched squeal. “Wreck that ass, Daniel - FUCKKK!”

“Yeah, that’s the point, brah.” Daniel bit his earlobe and let loose. "This is what I was born to do!" His glutes contract as he obliterates Hyunjae's puny hole, fucking it until it turns red from the powerful barrage. Only their breathy, masculine moans and the wet smack of sex echoed through the concrete walls.

Back in the other room, Haknyeon smiled as the obscene sounds drifted in. He lay nestled in Juyeon’s arms, eyelids growing heavy, exhaling in satisfaction. Everything felt right. His hot boyfriend, his hunky best friend, and even his best friend’s gorgeous boyfriend were all part of this insane ride. And in that moment, he felt like he was on top of the world.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. They graduated from high school and went through college with the same setup - sleepovers that evolved into sleep-ins on beds not big enough for four, five, and sometimes more. Periodically, they invited friends and new prospects into their circle, a gathering that was casual, intimate, and always deliciously unclear.

Daniel went from obsessing over his 7-minute reputation to truly cherishing the relationships that made him feel alive. He and Haknyeon had gone from bitter rivals to passionate lovers—fiery, vocal, and uninhibited. Their open relationship worked like a well-lubed machine (literally), giving them both the freedom they secretly craved. Some nights, Haknyeon would watch Daniel with someone else. Other times, they'd sandwich a willing third between them.

Hyunjae, with a little push from Haknyeon, succumbed to his truth. Gone was the mask of a straight stud. Now, he was discovering a side of love and lust that made his skin buzz. Juyeon, his not-so-secret-anymore boyfriend, had a way of pulling reactions from him that no woman ever had. Their bond was thrilling and feverish, often shared with Daniel and Haknyeon.

As for Juyeon’s supermodel girlfriend… well, he broke up with her. But he didn’t stop dating women. In fact, he occasionally shared them with Hyunjae. Ridiculous? Absolutely. But that’s what kept their boat afloat: mutual chaos and mutual consent.

And then there was Jihoon - the beautiful wildcard with a thing for older, married men, starting with their dangerously hot baseball coach, Donghae. There were stolen kisses in locker rooms, frantic handjobs in parked cars, and a particularly memorable second blowjob in Donghae’s office while his wife waited outside for him to finish "grading." The risk of being caught only made it more fun. Jihoon’s arrangement with Donghae was as unpredictable as he was - sometimes ignored, sometimes spoiled. And when Donghae needed a reminder of what he had, Jihoon would fool around with one of his college professors instead. Petty? Sure. But damn, it worked.

They were all still young. Reckless. Curious. But more than anything, they were finally free in their own ways, sexually, emotionally, and unapologetically. Whatever came next—more love, more unexpected turns, they’d face it head-on.

With tangled limbs, unapologetic hearts, and zero regrets.

This was their mess.

And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

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