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“Jung Wooyoung, someone’s coming for yo ass!” Mingi shouted as he ran his way into the field.
Wooyoung only side eyed him, ignoring Mingi for the greater good. The set piece coach had told them to practice was not coming along alright and with a game just a week away, they couldn’t afford to slack off.
Even if he wasn’t their captain – Yunho was too good a player and way more emotionally stable then Wooyoung was for that – Wooyoung was a huge part of the team and he knew his teammates depended on him and Wooyoung prided himself of always being on the winning team.
Ever since he started college, he tried his affinity for a handful of things.
He tried handball but he couldn’t really catch the rules and everyone on the team were pricks so he quitted that after a week. Wooyoung also tried volleyball but he didn’t judge himself to be tall enough next to his teammates so he also gave up on that. He liked dancing and spent a couple months on the dance crew and had a lot of fun, but they took it too seriously something Wooyoung always thought as a hobby so, to not hold them back, he quitted that as well.
When Yunho asked him if he didn’t want to try out for the soccer team, Wooyoung grew interested. At high school, he had always been a decent player while fooling around with his friends and was invited for the team a couple times, but always declined. Wooyoung wasn’t really the responsible type and everything that demanded him compromise and deadlines gave him a headache.
But he was bored and needed extra credits – an excuse to skip a few classes to practice also came in handy – so he decided to give it a go. That was a couple years ago and he had been on a rising ever since. Aside from being good in the field, the premise for being a soccer player, Wooyoung also became incredibly popular out of it.
The whole team was a hot topic with their winning streak and their ever shining green varsity that Wooyoung wore with pride. It was a recurrent joke amongst the team to try and guess who would be the first one that would be sharing that varsity with Wooyoung – a lot of his hook ups asked, but he never lent it to anyone.
Right at the moment did a long pass to his forward, he heard a whistle in the distance as the coach arrived back at the field. He had been called by the principal a few minutes prior and, when he appeared, his face wasn’t one of the friendliest.
“Jung Wooyoung!” The coach called and Wooyoung ran to him, passing by Mingi who whispered and I told you so that earned him an eye roll.
“Yes, coach?” Wooyoung said, stopping in front of the man while catching his breath.
“You wanna fuck my team?” The older man asked and Wooyoung could almost feel the rage. Coach didn’t give him the time to respond. “Because I mean, I wouldn’t have been summoned and asked to fucking suspend you if you didn’t!” The man screamed and Wooyoung was looking at him like a gaping fish.
Wooyoung was a good kid. Not really the brightest bean of the lot but also not incredibly stupid to put himself in troubles bigger than he could handle without needing a probation or two. He was absolutely positive he hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Why?” Wooyoung asked outraged.
“I don’t wanna know but you have 48 hours to give your history teacher a 10 pages assignment on whatever shit he planned that is waiting for you at the students council’s office.” Wooyoung was still processing when the man screamed again. “Go! I want your ass back here in two days, not one hour late.”
Wooyoung huffed before going on his way, kicking the grass as he left the field.
Of fucking course asshole Seo Seohoon would try and fuck him up with a game approaching. The dislike between them was mutual and Wooyoung would rather swallow a venomous toad than to do anything he was involved. But apparently, he couldn’t get off of this one.
Going to the office and picking up the sheet with his name, Wooyoung scoffed out loud when he saw what the man wanted. It wasn’t, thankfully, a 10 pages essay, but the professor was asking for a dissertation on the book 1984 by George Orwell and how it applied to contemporary society.
Wooyoung knew that the teacher was aware he had never read that fucking book before – or any that was not obligatory for classes, he didn’t had the time for this. They made movies of everything nowadays anyways – and did it to fuck him up. How would he would read, understand and prepare a presentation about a book in two days?
There was just no way he could do it and Wooyoung was about to go to the dean’s office and complain about being targeted by a professor when a solution appeared right in front of him. A glass wearing, book carrying, hoodie devoted nerdy solution.
“Yah, Choi San!” Wooyoung called for his classmate and ran after him when San didn’t seem to hear.
San was a little weird, but aren’t them all? Wooyoung never judged, he was friends with everyone with half a brain. And San, dear, blonde and smart San, had probably two inside his head with how smart he was.
The boy was always top of his classes and in the few ones Wooyoung shared with him, he always saw San sitting at the front paying attention, taking notes and making questions with his smart mouth.
He was a little shy, Wooyoung could notice, and didn’t had a lot of friends. But San seemed to be happy so, of course, Wooyoung was also happy for him; even happier if San did him a little, tiny favor.
Wooyoung walked behind him until San entered the library and sat on a desk far in the corner, all by himself. Sitting in front of him without even sparing the time for the boy to look up and see how joined, Wooyoung gave him his award winning smile before dropping the bomb.
“Hi, San!” Wooyoung whispered shouted to him.
“Hi?” San said, looking at him weirdly.
They weren’t friends; barely acquaintances. Wooyoung never accosted him like this, let alone at 3pm in a Wednesday – everyone knew it was practice time; the bleachers were always full of people.
“How are you doing, man?” Wooyoung said, trying to high five San who just looked at him, eyes still squinting.
“I’m… fine?” San said, sounding wary of him. “Can I help?”
“You can, indeed.” Wooyoung said as if he was waiting his whole life for San to tell him those exact words. “I need a huge, enormous favor and you’re the only one who can save me.” Wooyoung said dramatically.
“What is it?” The blonde asked while taking his pencil case out of his backpack.
“You see, there’s this assignment I have due in two days.” Wooyoung started before sliding the piece of paper with the information to San, who looked at it and then back at Wooyoung.”I’ll pay you.”
San scoffed, before crossing his arms in front of his chest and reclining back on his chair. “Will you?”
“Of course!” Wooyoung said with a smile, voice just a bit too high for a library. “How much you think is worth?”
“Hm, I’m not in a dire need of money right now.” San said and Wooyoung swore that man’s whole demeanor had changed a bit.
“Okay, do you have something else in mind?” Wooyoung said. “A pair of tickets to the next game, how about that?”
San pursued his lips, almost like he was thinking, before he spoke again.
“How about you let me fuck you?”
It took Wooyoung a few seconds to process what he had heard. Weird, little fidgety nerd Choi San was asking for a fuck in the middle of a library at 3pm in a Wednesday.
“How bout I let you do what?” Wooyoung repeated because he honestly to God couldn’t believe himself.
“I’m not saying you have a reputation or anything but I heard you’re a good lay”, San said completely nonchalant and Wooyoung felt his jaw slacking. How bold of the little nerd. “And I haven’t had one of those in a while.”
Little Sanie wasn’t even a virgin? What a weird day.
“And why is that if you’re so bold to go around asking for it in the middle of the day like that?” Wooyoung joked, letting his elbows lean on the table, getting his face closer to San’s.
If Choi San was a dauntless little thing, Wooyoung wanted to see just how much he could take before breaking.
“It’s not fun when they can’t take it like they should”, San said with a shrug and Wooyoung’s eyes involuntarily fell to his lap. He couldn’t see anything with the table in front of him like that but San noticed his gaze dropping. “Yeah, I’m that big.” Wooyoung could hear the smirk in his voice and he hated that it made him shiver.
It wasn’t possible, honestly. Wooyoung had been with a few guys and, even though he had nothing against any position imaginable in the world – and out of it, who cares – there was no way little Sanie would be able to handle him. And, he was definitely bluffing. There was no way he was hung; just no way.
“So, if you manage to take me all the way – and make it good, mind you, then I’ll do your assignment.” San said as if he was talking about the weather. “I can guarantee an A+.”
Wooyoung was being challenged into a fuck by Choi San in the empty corner of the library at 3pm on a Wednesday. Choi San who was supposedly hung like a horse.
“Deal.” Wooyoung said because he wasn’t a fucking quitter.
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Honestly, he should have thought this through.
It’s not like he was believing San anyways; even if he was hung, since he had said it’s been a while for him, he would probably cum in two minutes or something, Wooyoung wasn’t worried – he had skills.
But they hadn’t agreed on anything more than a date – today – before Wooyoung fled off of the table, just this side of hot and bothered by the conversation. He wasn’t about to go off looking for Choi San, of course, but his clock was ticking and he needed the assignment to go back to practice.
So he went to the place he would most likely find San; the cursed library.
And he was there, of course, sitting in the back aisle like he did yesterday, not a living thing around them as the boy sat in the almost darkened space. It was probably the dustiest part of the whole place, near the magic and mythology session that was only used every few Saturdays when the supposedly grandchildren of witches went out to have classes.
San was looking bored as he typed something away on his phone, his headphone in place while he bopped his head cutely to whatever he had been hearing. Wooyoung looked from afar to try and picture that little creature fucking his brains out – he couldn’t.
But he went to him anyways, a skip on his step because he had gone as far as wearing a freaking plug for that moment.
It’s not like he was anticipating it – he wasn’t – but better be safe than sorry. He wasn’t about to half ass his well being because he wasn’t careful with his body; Wooyoung’s an athlete, he needs to be mindful of the little things.
So he got himself ready this morning, stretching in the shower with three fingers deep inside himself until he could feel his legs trembling when the silver plug nudged all the way inside, only the purple jewel at the bottom visible in between his ass cheeks.
San saw him coming and only slipped his headphones down to his neck, phone still in hand as he regarded Wooyoung with a nod of his head and Wooyoung sat down beside him.
“Are we doing this here or what?” Wooyoung asked, trying to sound impatient so he wouldn’t sound nervous.
“Is there a problem? I don’t see anyone around.” San said without taking his eyes off of his phone and Wooyoung scoffed.
“Kinky ass motherfucker”, he said underneath his breath before turning his body to face San. “Are you watching porn?”
“No, I think I can count on you to make me hard enough.” San told him before looking in his eyes for the first time. “Right?”
Wooyoung hated the way his mouth watered.
“If I blow you, you’ll own me another assignment.” Wooyoung said and looked around with a curse before getting on his knees underneath the table.
It was a bit cramped even with San spreading his legs wide for it to fit in the middle and the floor was hard enough that would bruise his knees if he kneeled for too long, so Wooyoung decided to make it quick.
Palming San through his clothes, Wooyoung could feel he was soft. And kinda big. While soft.
He was fucked.
Nuzzling on the material of his sweatpants, Wooyoung slipped San out of them with a deep breath. San smelled like body splash and the familiar musky scent of men Wooyoung was familiar with. His brain decided he liked it.
And the boy wasn’t kidding, he was actually packing.
Looking up through his lashes, Wooyoung saw that San still had his face buried on his phone, but he had a smirk playing on his lips, the motherfucker.
Wooyoung licked a stripe from San’s balls all the way to his tip and watched as San’s hips twitched the slightest bit. It made Wooyoung want to see more of it.
Bracing both hands on San’s thighs, Wooyoung licked on the underside of his cockhead that was lying against San’s navel before trapping the tip inside his mouth. He tastes just like he smells and it’s a lot for Wooyoung’s senses so early in the morning.
He passed the tongue on the tip, right where he knew San leaked from and heard an exhale. San was still not looking at him, the glow of his phone lighting up the space in between them, but it was something.
Wooyoung could feel him hardening slowly as he teased the mushroom head with his tongue, circling against it and letting saliva pool on his mouth before allowing it to fall, watching as it dripped down on the length.
Wooyoung got him half hard inside his mouth and he could see now what San talked about being big. The player could barely get him halfway inside his mouth before he felt San’s tip at the back of his throat, making him gag for air and splutter around him.
He knew he was being loud, but it didn’t matter. There really was no one around and Wooyoung was enjoying the weight of San on his tongue. His knees were starting to ache and, while trying to find a better position, Wooyoung’s mouth slid down against San’s length a tad bit more, making him choke. But San, the asshole, moved for probably the first time ever since they started to guide a hand to Wooyoung’s nape, keeping him gagging around him length. Wooyoung’s mouth was so full of his big dick that the sounds he was making ended up trapped on his throat. The feeling of it went straight to his dick.
Wooyoung was feeling slightly lightheaded when San pulled him back by the hairs on his nape and he looked up, seeing the boy still with his phone on the hand, but looking down at him now.
“Now sit”, San said and Wooyoung felt as if he was being treated like a pet. He liked.
Getting down on his haunches, Wooyoung knew just how alluring he must be looking right now: lips swollen, eyes blown out and spit dribbling down to his chin. “Not there, beautiful; here.” San said as he looked at his lap where his enormous dick lied against his stomach.
Getting up on trembling knees, Wooyoung pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants. He couldn’t bear to wear jeans with a plug up on his ass and show people he was half hard ever since he left his dorm.
Turning round and bending over the table just enough to let San peak in between his ass cheeks, Wooyoung reached behind him to take the plug off.
“Got ready for me, huh?” He heard the boy saying and shivered just a bit. For someone that looked like a twink, San had a really domineering aura. “It’s a pity it won’t help.”
Wooyoung could feel the challenge in his voice again; he knew San was egging him on. Teasing his already puffy rim with his forefinger and letting it slip inside just to spread more of the drying lube he had on, Wooyoung started fingering himself right on San’s face. He could feel San’s hands on his thighs, going up and down on his skin but barely touching.
Hearing a rustle behind him, Wooyoung looked to see San taking a sachet of lube and a condom off of his backpack. Now he couldn’t help the scoff.
“You’re walking around with that?” Wooyoung asked as he saw the boy opening the lube with his teeth and letting it drizzle on three of his fingers. Wooyoung could see they were smaller than his, but chubbier.
“Nah, I just knew I’d fuck a little bitch today.” Wooyoung was about to curse him but San just slipped his three fingers inside of him with no warning and the air got knocked out of Wooyoung’s lungs. “So I had to be prepared, right?”
“Fuck”, Wooyoung said under his breath as he let his body fall forward on the table and spread his legs, giving more of his hole for San to see and feel.
“Ah, ah, ah, none of that.” San said, but his fingers were still moving in and out of Wooyoung as his thumb caressed the wrinkled skin of his entrance. “I told you to sit.”
Wooyoung felt his dick – that was trapped in between his stomach and the table – twitch pathetically at his words. Straightening himself, Wooyoung started to descend slowly, his hands finding San’s cock and holding him by the root to keep him in place. He was wetter than before and Wooyoung feel he had put the condom on, all lubed up. Getting close enough, Wooyoung rubbed the head on his entrance and felt San’s hands holding on his both ass cheeks to spread them apart, so wide that Wooyoung felt his hole stretching a bit.
He pressed, slowly, slowly, back.
Fuck, Wooyoung thought. San’s so big.
The tip barely breached him and the burn was already making his knees weak. San was still holding him open, his fingers tight and probably leaving red marks all over Wooyoung’s skin but it was so much, so fucking much he felt dizzy. San wouldn’t fit.
“I–” Wooyoung started before taking a deep breath, forcing himself down barely an inch lower. He felt his cock twitch and pulled off, bending forward on the table. “Fuck, I can’t.” Wooyoung whispered and heard San chuckle.
“You can”, San said to him, and Wooyoung felt his breathe ghosting on his spine before San’s tongue touched the small of his back, going all the way to the beginning of his ass crack, and Wooyoung mewled. “Better yet, you want it.”
Wooyoung was feeling his chest heaving as San kept rubbing his tongue on him and a thumb on his entrance, keeping the skin wet and making the faintest sound that was almost a scream inside Wooyoung’s mind. He did want it, fuck it.
San grabbed him by the hips and pulled him down again, Wooyoung going without any resistance. The blonde guided the tip inside again and Wooyoung cursed when it breached him once more, but slid a little bit more down this time feeling the stretch getting wider as he sucked San inside.
Wooyoung’s already feeling so full and the pressure is so much he’s breathless. He stops and feels San twitch inside of him, but the blonde’s hands had disappeared from his body. Turning his head around just a bit, Wooyoung saw the glow of his phone again and cursed.
The player goes down just a bit more and mewls, and it’s so pleasant, he sounds and feels so good that he can’t take it anymore, he’s legs are shaking and he bends forward again, bracing his hands on the table.
The new angle makes Wooyoung cry out loud as he feels San brushing his prostate. He slides down just a bit more, involuntarily this time because of his shaking legs, and as he can feel the bulbous head press just right on the spot, Wooyoung dribbles down on the floor, a streak so continuous it was becoming a puddle.
He’s leaking like a broken faucet as he moves his hips in circles, feeling San press on his prostate just right, the pressure making him mewl and heave, his face down on the cold surface on the table leaving drool all over it.
“All the way down or you won’t have that assignment of yours, huh?” He heard from San and shakes his head, feeling tears springing to his eyes. “You can’t?” He mocked.
“I can’t, please”, Wooyoung says but San pushed up, not enough to get more of himself inside, but enough to touch Wooyoung’s sweet spot more forcefully. “I’m so full, I can’t.” Wooyoung gasps when San grabs on his hips and pulls him up again.
His legs are burning and his knees are shaking but San starts to move his hips up, barely leaving the chair but enough to slide in and out of Wooyoung that his moans are turning into cries.
“Just a bit more, huh?” San says and Wooyoung cries louder. He wants it, but he can’t. “You’re taking me so good.”
Wooyoung feels San stop moving, a bit of him going out of his stretched hole and shakes his head, in frustration and a bit of desperation to feel him back again the same way, the same amount, maybe more.
“Just a bit more”, San repeats in a whisper as his hands guide Wooyoung down, and he’s crying openly now, his mewls so constant he forgot he could make words. “Just like that, so good.” San says leaving a kiss at Wooyoung’s spine that makes him gasp.
The pressure is so strong and he feels every inch of him as San keeps pulling him down, all the way and it’s so good and it hurts in a way that Wooyoung won’t ever want it to stop he screams roughly scratching his throat.
When he finally feels San’s thighs touch the back of his Wooyoung is limp, his mouth hanging open and drooling just as much as his cock his. He slumps his body against San’s chest, his head on his shoulders and if he wasn’t so fucking lost for the pleasure on his body, he would probably make a joke about San being so petit.
“Aren’t you a good boy, huh?” San whispered on his ear before letting his tongue run on the shell of it. “Took all of it for me”
“Y-yes” Wooyoung gasped out and he shook. “Just, please, move.”
“Me?” San said in a scandalized tone. “No, I can’t.”
Wooyoung cried in frustration, his tears salty where they invaded his mouth. He just wanted more, all of him. Why San had to be such an asshole?
“Don’t you want to keep on being good for me, huh?” Wooyoung only nodded because, fuck he wanted to give him everything just to keep on feeling like that. “Then bounce, baby.”
Wooyoung whined but started to work his hips, slowly at first because he could feel San so deep inside, all the way on his guts and he was afraid of being split in half even more. But he gained momentum with the help of San’s hands on his hips and in no time, Wooyoung was jumping on his lap, the chair scratching obscenely on the ground to match the loud sound of their skins slapping together.
Wooyoung was moaning unabashedly, his cock slapping against his stomach making a mess as he kept leaking, spreading his liquids all over himself and the table. San was grunting behind him, his mouth latched on Wooyoung’s spine sucking bruises on him.
Alternating in between bouncing on him and moving in circles on San’s lap when he pressed right against his prostate, Wooyoung was feeling him so deep San was bulging on his skin. Looking down, he could see the shape of his cock on the skin of his stomach. Wooyoung cried out at the sight and dripped so fucking much he was sure he was pissing himself, he never did that before.
Grabbing one of San’s hands and bending back just enough so the mark would be more prominent, he made the blonde touch himself through his skin and San groaned loudly on his ear, fucking up on him.
“You’re so big”, Wooyoung breathed out, voice barely a whisper. “So big inside me, I can feel you everywhere, fuck.”
San pressed his palm forcefully on his stomach and fucked inside again, maintaining a rhythm that Wooyoung could feel him down to his bones. The hand on his stomach was hot and heavy and when San used it to trap Wooyoung’s erection against his through the skin, the player shook and came all over himself, body and mind slipping into frenzy as his orgasm hit every nerve ending of his body.
He felt San biting down on his skin to muffle a cry of his own and every twitch of San’s dick inside him as he filled the condom went straight to Wooyoung’s own, making it feel like his orgasm was lasting forever.
Wooyoung’s whole body was spent, his legs feeling like jelly and breathe so heavy he spent more than a couple of minutes just lying against San’s chest, trying to regain a bit of himself. After a while, San bended him carefully over the table, hands caressing Wooyoung’s sides as he slipped out and Wooyoung felt the cold tip of the plug going back inside of him. He had completely forgotten about it.
San bended his body over his, hugging Wooyoung’s waist and kissing his neck, both of his shoulders, the tattoo at the beginning of his back; he had no idea how long the boy spent mapping his skin like that. Feeling something cold on his skin, Wooyoung looked back at San with raised brows.
“Wet wipes”, he said cheekily. “Those I have on a daily basis.”
“Jerking off between classes?” Wooyoung joked when San put some distance between them and they started to fix their clothes. Wooyoung was trying not to think about the way he could clench on the plug that was almost slipping out of him giving the ridiculous difference it had from San’s gigantic girth.
“I’m a messy eater”, San confessed and Wooyoung could see again the nerd boy that sat on the first chair.
Wooyoung scoffed and saw as San opened his backpack again. Wooyoung was waiting for another surprise to get out of that black hole but it was just a stack of papers that was handled to him. He looked at him inquisitively.
“Your assignment”, San said.
Wooyoung was speechless for probably too long until he grabbed the paper from him. “I was told you’d only make it if I happened to take it all the way? And make it good, don’t let me forget.”
San smiled at him while looking at Wooyoung from head to toe and, with a wink, he left without saying anything.
Wooyoung looked at his retreating back and couldn’t contain a smile of his own. Fuck, he wanted that nerd.