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It was supposed to be a quick cash grab, a little pick me up every Tuesday. 

That’s all it was ever supposed to be, Hoseok thought. Bewildered by the way things had turned, turned in his favor. His ‘talents’ had gotten recognized. Soon, the third stall in the abandoned gymnasium became notorious for being the best glory hole.

All because Hoseok was good at sucking cock.

It didn’t always start out like this though; he was less than an amateur when he began, a complete novice. Despite being in college, he barely had sex. Only once, in the dark, at some random frat boy’s dorm after a party. Needless to say, it wasn’t a blast. So, how did Hoseok turn from a holier than thou’ saint to an absolutely debauched cock sucking whore?

‘Dear god, I need to use the toilet so bad!’

Hoseok internally groaned, foot tapping against the freshly polished tile floor. He was clutching onto his pants like his life depended on it, anything to get the feeling out of his full bladder out his head. He wanted to use it before they went out, but the coach rushed them out of the locker room in a hurry, so he didn’t have a chance to do so. It was just a minor inconvenience then, but now he felt like he was going to burst.

“Hobi-ah? Are you alright?” The head captain, Areum asked, concerned for her teammate who’s been shaking like a willow for the past 10 minutes. “Is it nerves?” 

Hoseok shook his head, “No… I just have to really use the restroom. I feel like I’m about to explode.” He grumbled, stomach now cramping, “I don’t want to miss any of our performances. I can hold it.”

Areum looked skeptical, especially with the bead of sweat about to drip down Hoseok’s forehead, “You can go ahead, Jang-mi knows your part! And if she messes up, your position is in the back anyways. Hurry back!” Areum smiles, giving him a pat on the back.

“God, thank you Areum, You’re a lifesaver.” Hoseok thanked like the young woman had put the sun in the sky before he rushed off in the direction of the restrooms right outside the gym. The lines were atrocious; Hoseok knew he would have better luck pissing outside than waiting in line. The cheerleader groaned as he thought about any possibilities other than peeing his pants in front of a huge crowd of people and humiliating himself for the rest of his life. 

Hoseok started to make his way to the other restrooms on the other side of the campus building. Hoseok awkwardly shuffled down the halls, legs clenched together as he wiggled his way to the restroom to relieve himself. Hoseok had rarely been to this side of the campus; all of his lectures were in the same area, so there was no need to venture over here. 

When Hoseok reached an intersection, he didn’t know where to go as the hallway diverged to the left and the right. He hasn’t been over here all that much, so he didn’t quite know where to turn. He looked between the two hallways, lip bitten raw as he tried to hold in the contents of his bladder. Not deciding where to go, he made the split decision to make a left, rushing down the dimmed hall. 

It only got darker as he kept progressing, but he knew if he turned around, he wouldn’t make it. Urgently, Hoseok gradually sped up to a speed walk before he reached double doors. There used to be a chain, but it was clear someone snapped off the metal linking, luckily for Hoseok. He pushed past them into a cold, desolate gym, smaller than the new one that was installed for the bigger games. A few tears brimmed in his eyes from how frustrated he was, until he saw the worn down “ Restroom” sign across the gym.

In Hoseok’s eyes, it was the gates of heaven themselves.

Hoseok bolted like a track star to the other side of the gym, sneakers obnoxiously squeaking against the glossy floor. The cheerleader pushed into the men’s bathroom, prayers answered as the doors were unlocked. Hoseok pushes into one of the stalls, almost peeing his pants as he squats above the toilet. He had a phobia of public toilets, even though they were regularly cleaned, despite being unused.

It was a tad bit creepy in Hoseok’s opinion; it was dark, but a dim overhead light illuminated the bathroom in an ominous glow. The stall had two large holes drilled into them, jagged edges tapped off with duct tape. Either someone was the worst peeping Tom in history, or they failed construction and thought tape would fix this mistake. Either way, Hoseok didn’t pay much attention to it.

He sighed in relief as he finally emptied his bladder. He checked the toilet paper dispenser, and it seemed like god was on his side today since there were still a few squares of it left over. After cleaning himself, he was a bit surprised to find the plumbing still working, albeit not the best. Before he left, he froze up as the door was pushed open, “Anyone in here?” A gruff voice calls out, possibly the janitor in Hoseok’s mind.

Hoseok gulps before he lets out a shaky, “Y-Yes…” that he wasn’t even sure was heard. The unknown man comes over to the stall next to Hoseok. The cheerleader is confused, but it gets more puzzling as money is slipped through one of the holes. Hoseok takes the crinkled bills slowly, not sure if this was some sort of trap or not. Before he can think too clearly about it, a cock is pushed through the hole. He squeaks in a mix of shock along with embarrassment at the sight. 

He’s never been this up close and personal before. The first time he ever had sex was lackluster. It was dark, the boy almost put it in his ass twice , and when he finished, he collapsed on top of Hoseok, snoring obnoxiously in his ear for 15 minutes while Hoseok struggled to get him off. Needless to say, it was memorable for all the wrong reasons. “If you aren’t gonna suck me, give me my fucking money back.” The man growled as Hoseok stared dumbly at his cock.

“I-I’m sorry, Sir, I–” Hoseok is interrupted by the man as he pounded on the stall.

“Look, I don’t give a damn for your sob story, just suck.” 

Hoseok could easily back out, tell the man he was simply here to use the restroom and nothing else. However, his tingling core along with his curiosity was keeping him in place. Instead of stalling even longer, and making the man angrier, he squats in front of the hole instead of getting on his knees since he didn’t want to dirty his uniform. He gulps, unsure what to do in such a situation. Hoseok wasn’t a complete prude, he did watch porn occasionally. Barely to get himself off, moreso out of curiosity, a way to learn how things were supposed to go. 

Shyly, Hoseok wrapped his delicate hand around the base of the thick, slightly wrinkled cock. He took a moment to admire it, then bit down on his cheek to keep himself from laughing at how absurd the entire situation was. Here, in the abandoned gym, sucking cock, when he should be dancing his heart out in front of the school. He pressed his tongue flat against the head of the stranger’s cock before he got even more antsy.

It tasted foreign to Hoseok, but he pushed past the odd taste as he swirled his tongue around the tip. He worked the man’s shaft in his hands, clusimly stroking the man’s cock. Hoseok took note of the scent; it was too overwhelming for him not to. The man didn’t smell unpleasant by any means, his musky cologne was abrasive, attacked Hoseok’s sensitive nose. 

Hoseok had no clue what he was doing, his mind was blank as he wasn’t sure what to do next. The man on the other side of the wall grumbled complaints under his breath as he slowly started to move his cock out of the hole, red track pants now in view of the hole as he went to zip them back up, “Look, I really don’t have time for this. Keep the money if that makes you happy.” Hoseok has always been a people pleaser, ever since he was younger. He couldn’t help it, it was just a compulsion to be the best he could. 

Thinking quickly, Hoseok pressed his mouth up against the hole, nose touching the cold steel of the stall. Maybe if he offered his mouth and the man would be able to do as he wanted, he would be satisfied if he was able to move at his own speed. Hoseok thought it was too late since it took the man a second to push his cock back through the hole into the cheerleader’s waiting mouth. The man chuckled, “That’s more like it.” 

Hoseok’s head spun with the rigid velvet on his tongue, filling his salivating mouth and beating roughly against the back of his throat. He could only crouch and try to sort out when to breathe. He felt himself shivering so hard it was difficult to keep his mouth still. He could feel the crude lust from the other side of the wall as though it surrounded him entirely, bearing down twice as tall as he currently was, the deep groans growing louder and louder.

Soon the sounds turned to grunts, the thrusts sharper, and Hoseok kept his mouth right where it was even as his eyes watered, breathing slowly becoming difficult. Then the back of his throat was full of salty, bitter fluid that sent an intense twitch through his practically soaked pussy. It wasn’t what he would call a pleasant taste, but he wouldn’t dare let a drop of it spill.

Hoseok choked, taken aback as the man came in his mouth without warning. He was able to swallow some of the man’s seed, but a fair bit splashed on his face. The man left the bathroom without another word, leaving as quickly as he came, but Hoseok swears he heard a few complaints under his breath as the door closed behind him. 

Hoseok waited a moment as he comprehended what the hell just happened. 

He just sucked off a complete stranger. 

In the bathroom.

And he was soaked. Excited beyond his own imagination, which was currently running rampant at this moment. His hands were shaking like a caffeine junkie, jittering, as he tried to compose himself. His brain was fogged, but he managed to string his thoughts together for just a moment as he finally rose from the bathroom floor. His legs blew like willows in the wind once he made it to the sink. Despite this bathroom being unused, it was still cleaned regularly, just in case it needed to be used.

Hoseok wished it was run down, so he wouldn’t have to see his debauched face. His cheeks were red, eyes puffy with cum covering his eyelashes. He quickly erased the sinful image of his unholy deed, watching as the man’s seed was swept down the drain. He was happy he put on light makeup today or else he would have been a ruined mess.

Once he was sure there were no more questionable stains on his face, he gave himself a scornful look before he left the bathroom, rushing back to the game. He made his way back to the bench right next to Areum once again, “What took you so long, Hobi-ah? Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked, seeing his flushed appearance. 

Hoseok shook his head, “I’m okay, the bathroom line was just a mile long.” Hoseok bashfully explained with a nervous chuckle. 

Areum rubbed his back in comfort, “Well the game is almost done, so if you want to sit out, you can. Maybe something is going around, coach Lee doesn’t look so well either.” She mumbles, both of their eyes wandering over to their coach who was on the sidelines, tapping his foot while keeping his clipboard practically bolted over his crotch, face equally as rosy as Hoseok’s. 

Hoseok looked him up and down, almost fainting as he realised what he had done. 

The red track suit was identical to the man in the stall, as well as the voice as he compared the two. 

He had sucked off his fucking coach of all people .

“Areum, I-I think I’m gonna g-go back to my d-dorm. I d-don’t feel so good…” He mumbles, clutching his stomach as he moves his eyes away from the older man. 

“Of course, I’ll tell Coach you weren’t feeling well. I’ll see you when you feel better, Hobi-ah, get some rest!” Areum smiles. 

Hoseok rushed out of the gym, shame and guilt burning deep inside him, yet his core was burning for a different reason. He was still wet, dripping even more now that he knew he had a dirty little secret only he knew. 

A dirty little secret that turned into a “hobby” as he kept going back for more every Tuesday after practice. Word spread quietly, yet quickly amongst the men in the building. Students, teachers, yet it was hush-hush to the higher ups in the school. They didn’t want the operation to be shut down, the one thing that helped them escape the weekly workload that was dumped on them. They did that by emptying their own load in Hoseok’s waiting mouth, for the low price of ₩25,000 for a simple blow job, an extra 15,000 if they wanted to cum down his throat. 

Hoseok made a price chart for his clients, showing them how much his services cost. They would shove their money through, then their cocks soon after, while Hoseok counted their money to see what service he would provide for them. 

No one knew who was behind the stall when they shoved money through the hole, no one knew that’s how Hoseok spent his Tuesday evenings after practice, still in his uniform to add to the thrill. It turned him on even more, knowing the uniform was used innocent dances he was doing the hour before. 

Hoseok jumped at the sound of the door opening, his first client of the day was walking up to the stall in front of him. Hoseok peeked through the hole, black jeans visible, bulge straining the fabric. That’s all he could see before he was almost stabbed in the eye with money as it was shoved through the hole. 

The redhead grabbed the cash, flipping through the bills and counting ₩62,000. The man wanted to be deepthroated, along with the privilege of being able to cum down Hoseok’s throat. Easy enough, a piece of cake as per usual. 

Or so he thought.

A beast was barely shoved through the hole, at least 8-inches, standing proud, prominent veins rippling on the underside, thick and hard, balls twitching and heavy with seed. Pre-cum was already leaking from his pink tip, a juxtaposition from the rest of his tan cock.

Hoseok mentally screamed at the sight. How in the hell would he be able to deepthroat such a monstrous thing? He would choke for sure!

Before he could comprehend what he was about to endure, the man pulled his cock from the hole. Hoseok expected him to demand his money back, but another wad of cash was shoved through. The bills fell into Hoseok’s lap, another additional thousand won once Hoseok counted the money. The man was paying him ₩180,000 to suck his dick. 

What a steal!

While Hoseok was ogling at the magnificent sight in front of him, both holes drooling slightly at the sight, the man spoke, “I–I’m sorry if it’s t–too much. You can keep the money, I don’t–” The man’s sentence was cut off as Hoseok took the tip into his mouth. Hoseok wasn’t a quiter, not by a long shot. He was always up to a challenge and he refused to turn this one down. 

“Don’t worry, big boy, I can take it.” He hummed, grinning in satisfaction as his client’s cock twitched at his remark. Hoseok slowly pumped the man’s shaft, getting used to the feeling of his smooth skin. Not diving right down to deepthroat it, he instead took this an opportunity to appreciate this and sloppily worship the cock for a moment, whining, "Your dick tastes so good," as he gave it a loving series of licks and kisses all over, holding onto the base of the shaft.

“How do you walk around with this thing?” Hoseok gasped as he took a breath, bewildered as he wrapped his hand around the thickest part of the man’s cock, hand barely able to wrap around the entire thing. 

His client chuckles, “Takes a bit to drag it around, y’know?” Hoseok giggled at his response. At least he had a sense of humor. 

The man shuddered as he sucked in a breath, whispering praises that fell upon Hoseok’s ears, encouraging him to continue. Hoseok’s gag reflex used to be horrendous when he first started, gagging with teary eyes each time he tried to deepthroat. Now, he was pro, throating cock like a champ with no issues. He loved getting sloppy though, he felt as if he didn’t do a good job if he wasn’t covered in spit by the end of it. 

After Hoseok warmed up a bit, he gave the man what he paid for as he slowly took him down his throat. He choked, as he thought he would, while he greedily slurped on the man in heated delight as he serviced the fat cock. He didn’t hold anything back, relishing in the fun and heat of losing all control, eyes becoming hazed with lust. 

His mouth was so eager to please, greedily sucking the cock down. One hand gripped the base of the man’s cock that he unfortunately couldn’t get down his throat while the other sneakily wandered down to his blue cheer pants. It slipped past the waistband of his pants down into his panties where a wet spot was forming quickly with utter desperation. 

Hoseok slowly spread his thighs apart, his fingers pressed against his pussy, rubbing through his panties as he pushed on, moaning around the cock, every wet sucking and slurping noise driving a harder sense of complete desire that showed off something utterly shameless. The man on the other end grunted as he started to thrust ever so slightly, making Hoseok sputter around his cock as it was pushed down deeper. 

The man pulled back at the sound of Hoseok choking, “Damn, I’m sorry.” He quickly apologies, which caught Hoseok off guard since the men that usually came in were complete assholes who didn’t care what was happening on the other end. The cheerleader popped off the man’s cock for a second to speak, drool dribbling down the sides of his lips, “I told you I can take it, now I wan’t you to fuck my face.” he rasped. 

“W–What?” the man sputtered out in disbelief. 

Hoseok pressed his mouth up to the hole, “I said, fuck my face. Use me until you cum, I can take it.” The man was at a loss for words, silent until his lust took over. Hoseok’s eyes widened in shock as he thrusted in, making Hoseok gag and sputter for the first time in a while. He’d kept his gag reflex in check for a few months, but the stranger was dismantling his throat like it was nothing. 

“Holy fuck, god it’s so tight.” The man groaned, head tipped back in pleasure as he thrusted slowly at first, relishing in the sensation of Hoseok’s tight throat. He had one hand on his hip while he other was bracing himself on the wall. He angled his hips up slightly to get deeper down Hoseok’s throat. 

The cheerleader can’t speak, face–full of cock, duh, but he does moan in response. His fingers are still moving across his clit, albeit slower than he did previously since he was more focused on sucking cock. His jaw was slack, throat laxed as he let the man do as he pleased. It’s too good; too much as the man fucks his mouth.

“Shit, Hoseok–hyung…” The man moaned, making them both still. Hoseok’s throat contracts around his cock, hole clenching as he hears his name being called. This person on the other end of the stall somehow knew who he was.

It only turned him on more. 

Slowly, Hoseok pulled off the man’s cock to speak, “Hm, thinking about the pretty male cheerleader while you fuck my face?” He muses. Hoseok plays dumb while he continues to stroke his dick, this time with his soiled hand he had been using to play with his pussy, coating his length in his slick.

“Y–Yea, he’s h–hot.” he groaned as Hoseok swiped his thumb over his sensitive slit.

Hoseok grins, “Hot, hm? What’s so hot about him?” he inquires. 

The man sucks in a breath, “H–His ass looks phenomenal i–in his pants, b–but I think a s–skirt would look so s–sexy on him.” he admits, making the cheerleader short circuit for a moment at the idea of him wearing a skirt. He'd been thinking about asking the coach for one recently, but he hadn't worked up the courage to do so.

This was the little push he needed.

Hoseok places a kiss on his weeping tip, “Y’know who I sometimes think about, while I’m sucking cock after cock all day?” he hums, a cheeky smile on his lips.

It took a moment for the man to stammer: “W–Who?” 

“The basketball team’s captain, Namjoon. God, it’s like he doesn’t even try to hide that monster in his shorts. He’s probably as big as you, maybe even bigger.” Hoseok grinned as the man, now confirmed as Namjoon, twitched in his hold. 

Namjoon choked on his spit, “R–Really?” he stuttered, heart pounding against his chest. 

Hoseok licked up the side of him, pressing his tongue flat against an especially thick vein. “Yep, oh the things I’d do if I even had five minutes with him.” 

“What w–would you do?”

“I’d fuck myself silly on his fat cock, of course,” Hoseok answered, “but not before deepthroating that beast first.” he giggles as he takes the entirety of Namjoon’s cock down his throat. Hoseok doesn’t waste time this go around as he bobs his head with vigor, lips sealed tight as he swirls his tongue around the length. He doesn’t hesitate as he takes the thick cock down his throat, sloppy and messy in his approach. 

Hoseok slid back until his lips were the only thing wrapped around the tip before he slammed himself back down. His throat felt full, spasming around his dick as he pushed himself onto it deeper, and his fingers tightened against the wall he braced himself against, eyes going wide as the sensations settled down onto him. 

“Crap, I’m not gonna last long.” Namjoon groaned, thrusting slightly down Hoseok’s already stuffed throat. The cheerleader moaned in response, anticipation building up inside him. He heard the gasps of delight from the other side of the wall and a warning that he was cumming, which did nothing to slow Hoseok down as he worked him to his orgasm confidently, stopping only when he felt that first shot of cum fire off into his awaiting throat. He adored the salty hit he received before swallowing it all down happily. 

Hoseok suckled a bit more before he pulled off, licking any remnants from Namjoon’s cock to get him clean. He gave him one last tender kiss to the tip of his cock before pulling away. Namjoon pulled himself out of the hole, quickly softening down to half his size. 

“Thanks, that was amazing.” Namjoon sighs, running a hand through his black hair, which was now a tad a bit moist from the entire ordeal. 

“Next time you come back, I’ll be wearing a skirt for you, big boy.” He grins, practically able to see Namjoon’s flushed face from the other side of the wall. 

The team leader tucked himself back into his jeans, hastily zipping them up before he got hard again, “Y–Yea, uh see y–you next time.” Namjoon stuttered before running out of the bathroom to where some of his fellow teammates were waiting. He’d told them he would only go if he were alone, but a few of them came to see the aftermath. 

“ Sooo , how’d it go?”

Namjoon jumped as he heard Taehyung’s deep voice. He leaned against the wall with a cocky grin on his face, arms crossed over his chest. The leader’s face burned a bright cherry red, “I–I told you n–not to come!” he grumbled, giving him a slight shove. He wanted the experience to be a private one, enjoyed with the person on the other side of the stall, who he found out was the hot male cheerleader.

But that was info he was going to keep to himself. 

Taehyung snorted, “We couldn’t miss your first time, amazing wasn’t it?” 

“We…?” Namjoon peaked around Taehyung to see their youngest, Jeongguk, crouched with his hands covering his groin. “You brought him along?!”

“I wanted to show him too, but he chickened out and said he wasn’t ready, so we just stayed to see how things went.” Taehyung shrugs nonchalantly.

“S–Sorry, hyung, he m–made me…” Jeongguk apologized, eyes still downcast in shame since he was achingly hard in his pants. Namjoon helped him up and the trio left the abandoned gym filled with equipment. 

The boys grabbed their practice bags, heading off back to their dorms, passing a few boys who were no doubt going to indulge in Hoseok’s services , “Are we even sure that person’s still alive in there? I mean, are we sure Namjoon didn’t suffocate them with that thing he calls a dick?” Taehyung laughs, trying to reach down to cup his bulge, but his hand is swatted away.

Jeongguk snorts, “Y’know, yours isn’t much smaller, Tae.” The youngest points out. 

“Yea, but it’s not big enough to kill a person.” He retorts. 

Namjoon dead palmed, “Tomorrow, intense drills all day. You two earned it.” The leader proclaims, walking faster than them to get away from their genital talk. The two maknaes groaned, knowing they had a rough day ahead of them. 

Once Hoseok had finished pleasuring his last client of the day about two hours later, he decided to call it quits for the night. He used a makeup wipe to clean up all the spit and other fluids that had gathered during his session. The cheerleader counted the money he’d accumulated at the end of the day, a nice ₩432,000 for his hard work, even though the bulk of it came from Namjoon. He folded up his cash, leaving for the day. 

Usually, he would return to his dorm afterwards, but he had to pay a quick visit to the coach before he left for the night. Hoseok knocked on the coach’s door, hearing quick shuffling before he was granted entry. 

“Come in.” Mr.Lee's disgruntled voice called.

Hoseok peaked his head in before he fully entered, “Good evening coach Lee, I came to ask you about something.” he started, making the coach roll his eyes. 

“Look, if you want to be captain, it’s not gonna happen. You’re the third person who’s asked this week.” He mumbles, going back to his paperwork.

“No sir, I don’t want to be captain.”

Yet , Hoseok thought, “I wanted to see if I can switch out my current uniform for a different one.” he asked.

Coach Lee waved his hand over to a set of boxes, “Knock yourself out.” 

Hseok grinned to himself as he treaded over to the boxes, seeing them labeled as skirts and tops . Hoseok gazed at the various sizes of skirts, debating on which one would fit him best. After mulling it over with himself for a moment, he could tell the coach had his eyes on him.

Coach Lee pointed his eyes at the cheerleader, "C'mon, get a move on already. I have things to do." The balding man grumbled, taking his hat off to run his hands through his thinning hair.

Hoseok, not wanting to hear anymore of his complaints, quickly snatched a medium top and skirt so he could get out of what was left of his hair. “Thank you, coach. See you at practice tomorrow.” he bowed before he left the cramped office back to his equally stuffy dorm. 

Mr.Lee mumbled something unintelligible under his breath, turning his attention to the boxes Hoseok made a slight mess of. He closed the two boxes back to their original state, expecting the third right next to the skirts to be open as well.

Mr.Lee clicks his tongue, "That kid… Forgot the under shorts." He tsks, reaching to pull out a pair to give Hoseok before practice tomorrow, but stopped as the devil on his shoulder gave him a devious idea. "Maybe he doesn't need them after all…" he snickers to himself, going back to his paper work with debauched images of his male cheerleader in his mind.

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Hoseok felt like a deer just now using its legs to walk as he entered practice the next day. The waist part of his skirt was far too big; he'd spent the whole night pinning it in place so it could fit his tiny waist. One of them was poking him, but it was better than him pulling them up every five seconds. 

Eyes were immediately on him as he entered the gym; he felt nude with his long tan legs, which he made sure to meticulously lotion, on display and toned tummy slightly showing from the cropped long sleeve. All the other members on the team weren't there yet, he made sure to be early on purpose so as to not have what felt like a million eyes on him.

Hoseok tugged at his skirt awkwardly, unsure as to what to do with himself. He put his practice bag to the side, joining the others on the team who were waiting for Areum so they could kick off practice. He sat on the benches a little ways from everyone, regretting his decision and cursing his horny brain for thinking this was a good idea. 

The cheerleader shifted in his seat, a little uncomfortable, “You c–couldn’t pay Areum t–to be early, huh?” Hoseok chuckles nervously to ease the thick air. 

One of his teammates looked him up and down, “Hobi-ah, you look…” Hoseok tenses, feeling his nerves ignite. He knew this was a bad idea. Damn you glory hole sweet talk! “...so good!” she squealed, setting off a chain reaction as he was showered in compliments. 

“You look amazing!” 

“Is it really fair for Hoseok to be wearing that? Look at his legs!” One of the girls pouted, a little envious of Hoseok’s unblemished honey skin. 

Hoseok feels embarrassed as he’s now the center of attention, face burning a bright cherry red. “T–Thanks, guys… I felt like I already stuck out like a sore thumb being the only dude on the team, so I wanted to fit in somehow.” he explains bashfully. Still, the team couldn’t help but steal glances at him all day.

Once Areum entered the gym, appearing a little disheveled from probably just hopping out of bed, it was time for practice to commence. As usual, they started off stretches led by their captain. After a few minutes of thoroughly warming up, it was time to start their actual game routines. 

“Hoseok, I’m putting you in the front for this new routine. Your flexibility is really going to shine through for this.” Areum smiles with her clipboard in hand. Hoseok gets a few pats on the back along with claps from his teammates as he was chosen to lead the next game’s dance. The cheerleader couldn’t believe it, this was going to be his first center performance ever!

“I won’t let you down!” He beamed, excitement buzzing through his core. 

After a few hours of intense practice, the basketball players entered for their own time in the shared gym. They showed up a little early as usual, mainly to get a peek at the cheerleaders hot and sweaty, minds racing with wild fantasies. “Good work, everyone! We just need to clean up a few things, then we can add the cheers into the routine!” Areum grinned, giving everyone a pat on the back as they headed to the locker rooms to get changed. “You did amazing, by the way, Hobi!” The captain praises as he heads to the boy’s locker room. 

Hoseok had been smiling so hard ever since practice started, he was sure his cheeks were going to fall off, “Thank you, Areum! I appreciate the opportunity.” he bowed, grabbing his practice bag before he headed to the boy’s locker room. Luckily, Hoseok had his own small section of the locker room so the players couldn’t get a look at his sculpted body while changing. 

Hoseok went to the showers first, taking out the pins that were holding his skirt in place. As soon as the last pin was removed, the fabric easily fell to his ankles. He hummed to himself as he slipped his polka dot panties down as well, folding them up and putting them in his bag. Almost completely bare, he now moved onto his cropped shirt, pulling it above his head before folding it up. The cheerleader felt eyes on him, spirit almost floating out of his body as he caught eyes with one of the players, who he recognized as Seokjin.

Hoseok squeaked, ducking into the shower and closing the curtain behind him. “I–I thought you were a–all gone!” He yelled, peeking his head out to glare at Jin since he stood there for god knows how long, staring at him naked. 

Jin’s face was as red as his, “I apologize, I came to grab something and didn’t realise you were here." He quickly uttered, bowing respectfully before he dashed out of the shower section, saving himself the humiliation. Hoseok swears he’s never taken a shower that quickly before once Jin was out of sight. He usually liked to pamper himself just a bit before he got to his dorm, but right now, he would like to get out of the school as soon as possible. 

Before Hoseok completely left, he entered the gym to see coach Lee for just a moment. He was on the sidelines while the players ran their drills, watching them closely for any sort of strain. “Mr.Lee?” Hoseok calls, though the older man doesn’t look his way, instead nodding to know he had his attention. “Can I get a smaller skirt, please? The one I grabbed yesterday is too big.” Hoseok requests. 

Mr.Lee’s attention was now fully on the cheerleader at the mention of his skirt, “Give it to me, I’ll swap it out for another size.” He grunted. 

“I think I can–” Hoseok started, but he was swiftly interrupted. 

“I have the perfect size for you. Now, hand it over.” Mr.Lee says, glint in his eye that had a sinister undertone. 

Begrudgingly, Hoseok reached into his bag to fish out his skirt, handing it over to the coach. The cheerleader stood off to the side, a little uncomfortable, while he waited for his coach to return. He shifted his weight unconsciously, eyes trying to keep themselves away from the basketball players, especially the main stars of the team. He licked his lips as he thought about pleasuring each one of them, mind going off the rails as he envisioned how they were in bed. 

Hoseok’s horny train of thought was stopped in its tracks as Mr.Lee returned, new skirt in hand folded neatly. “Here, now get goin’ before I make you run drills with the rest of these sorry saps.” Hoseok knew the man wasn’t joking, since had seen fellow unfortunate cheerleaders indeed have to run laps after they were caught ogling at the boys, arguably the same way they did them.

Hoseok bowed, "Thank you, Mr.Lee." Hoseok says, quickly retreating to his dorms with the new article of clothing inorts. hand.

He couldn't wait until next Tuesday. 

No matter how much Hoseok pulled at his skirt, it couldn't hide the fact that the garment could be compared to a pair of panties with how tiny they were. It fit his waist perfectly, but the cut off was just barely below his ass, leaving little to the imagination. He swallowed his fears and humiliation as he walked into the gym, early as usual.

Hoseok took his spot on the benches, keeping his legs closed as they waited for the normal routine of waiting for Aereum, who arrived at her own pace minutes later. “Alright, you guys know the drill, stretches!” She says, making everyone rise from the benches, getting into their positions of the smaller groups they stretched in. 

Hoseok was in a group with a few friends he developed relationships with over the course of the two years on the team. “So, how does it feel to be at the center for this routine?” One of his teammates, Mina, asked as she did arm stretches. 

“I’m a little nervous, but I’m excited too!” Hoseok grins, pulling his leg all the way up and arching his back as he gets in a deep stretch, making the girls in his group gasp. Not from the impressive stretch persay, but the sight before them.

“Hobi, you little minx!” Mina gasps, a scandalized look on her face.

“W–What?” He asked, completely confused at their behaviour, slowly coming down from his stretch.

"Where are your under shorts?" She inquires, making him cock his head to the side in confusion.

"My what?" 

Mina lifts up her skirt slightly, showing a pair of white compression shorts underneath the garment. Hoseok suddenly feels his cheeks become flush as humiliation swarms him, “M–My god…” He whispered, completely mortified that he was the only one bare, and that his teammates had just seen his pink panties. 

Mina gave him a supportive pat on the back, “No big deal, we all sometimes go without them, and you’re not even used to wearing them yet!” she asures.

Hoseok’s face goes pale, since he was never given a pair in the first place. “Y–Yea…” he mutters, now only sticking to working out his arms so as to save himself the embarrassment of having his panties on display for his teammates to see. He tried to get over the fact that he was the only one practically bare throughout the whole day, but it was a little hard whenever the cool  air would sweep past him, making him shiver. 

However, he did forget about it after two hours of intense practice, mind too focused on hitting the moves correctly to think about his panties showing for a second. 

Now was the time where the main players of the basketball team were entering, arriving early so they could get a nice view of the cheerleaders. The coach usually yelled at the boys for doing such things, but let the star players get away with it. 

“Woah, get a load of that piece of ass right front and center.” Taehyung whistles, directing everyone's attention to Hoseok, dancing without knowing there were lustful eyes on him. 

Jimin leans over his shoulder to get a closer look, “Is he new? I’ve never seen him before.”

“That’s Hoseok–hyung, he’s been on the team for two years, same as us. We all graduated together.” Namjoon pipes up, flushing just a bit as he recalls what happened just earlier that week.

“Whoever he is, he’s clearly a fucking slut. He’s the only one with his panties just out.” Taehyung snorts as they get flashed again with a quick glimpse of the pink fabric once Hoseok raises his leg and holds in a stretch, then quickly drops down into a split, revealing them even more. “You guys think he can do that on my dick?” He laughs, quickly earning a harsh pinch from one of his hyungs.

“Cut that out,” Yoongi hisses, “You shouldn’t be so quick to judge,” he chastises, but the back of his mind was whispering the same idea.

Taehyung rubs his sore arm, pout set deep in his lips, but his eyes are still trained on Hoseok, all of them transfixed on his moves. Soon though, the music was turned off, signaling practice for the cheerleaders was over for the day. The boys’ eye candy slowly exited the gym into the locker rooms. Hoseok strode past the bleachers the players were seated at, making them drool like starved strays as the cheerleader walked by.

“Think I’ve found my fantasy for next week. Going to pretend that angel is sucking me off on Tuesday.” Jimin grins, running his tongue over his plump lips. 

“I still can’t believe you guys go to that thing…” Jeongguk mutters, ears turning red just a bit from embarrassment.

“It’s a joy you’re missing out on, my dear friend.” Taehyung sighs dreamily, since he’d been frequenting the glory hole even before Hoseok took over. The cheerleader was consistent with his schedule, compared to the random people who wanted a quick rush and never returned, which made people come back over and over for the same assured quality.

Jin stretches as they all rise from the bleachers once all of the cheerleaders are out of sight, “I haven’t been there in a while, may swing by after practice. Finals are getting to me right now.” He grumbled as they pulled out the basketball rack, beginning their own warm ups before the rest of the team showed up. 

Hoseok exited the locker room after he was done showering, not before thoroughly checking all the players were out of course. With his headphones tucked into his ears and bags slung over his shoulders, still blissfully unaware of the eyes lingering on his body. 

🖤

“There we go, all set.” Hoseok grins, marker in hand as he marks down new menu items on both sides of the stall. The cheerleader was tingling with excitement, both in his core and generally all over his body. With his new tiny skirt wrapped snuggly around his waist, he was ready; ready to start getting fucked by the people who visited him weekly. 

₩180,000 was a hefty price, but he felt as if it was worth it to get a chance to be inside of his other hole. After he was done, he quickly went back to the stall sandwiched in between them before anyone could see him. 

Now, all he had to do was play the waiting game.

While doing so, he decided to prep himself so it wouldn’t hurt too much just incase someone did bring enough money to fuck him. Hoseok sat down on the toilet lid, flipping up his skirt so he was now exposed. The cheerleader was soaked already, aroused beyond his wildest imagination.

Slowly, he circled two fingers around his sopping entrance before he inched them inside, moaning in delight as he was easily stretched. He wondered how euphoric the burn would feel if he got a fat cock stuffed against his walls. 

Hoseok moaned unabashedly, but not too loud for a potential client to think he was already giving away his services and deter them from coming by. Deciding not to go past two fingers so he could be as tight as possible, he curled his fingers up to hit at his sweet spot, crying out as his toes curled in his shoes. 

Just when he was about to cum, the door to the bathroom swung open, making him jump slightly. "Having fun in there, sweetness?" A voice called as he went into the stall next to Hoseok, not even bothering to look at the chart since he came often. 

Hoseok pulled his fingers out of his cunt, smearing his arousal over his plump lips, "Mhm, just getting myself prepared for you. Are you gonna fuck me?" He hums.

"Fuck you? If you mean that gorgeous mouth you've got, then of course." 

Hoseok slips his fingers back inside for a moment, then pulls them out with slick coating his digits. "How about something a little tighter?" He giggles, pushing his fingers through the hole so the man could have a taste. 

The stranger wasted no time as he wrapped his notably plump lips around Hoseok's fingers, groaning at the taste. "Don't tell me this is…" The man gasped in disbelief once all the succulent liquid had been cleaned from Hoseok's fingers.

"It is," Hoseok grinned, "so, going with the usual or are you gonna give us what we both want?" The cheerleader's smile only widened as the familiar sound of money being flipped through was heard, then a thick wad of cash. Hoseok counted the bills, seeing clearly the man hadn't even looked at his cute menu to see the price and instead offered whatever was in his wallet. 

A rich boy.

Hoseok ran his tongue across his bottom lip, since there were few boys who flaunted their wealth around the school. Hoseok always made it a game to guess who was fucking him each and every week. Some were easy; like the whiny boy in his lecture who moaned the same way he complained about a grade he “didn’t deserve”, or boys who were always naturally loud like particular boys on the basketball team. He always kept an ear out for them specifically. 

“Is that enough?” He asks, voice a little breathy as he was already on edge even though they haven’t begun yet. 

Hoseok smirks as he tucks the stack of won away in his bag, “More than enough, big boy.” 

Hoseok flips his skirt up and presses himself up to the hole, “Well, what are you waiting for?” he hums, spreading himself open. He hears plastic ripping behind him as the man rolls a condom down his cock, then pushes his cock into Hoseok’s hole.

Except it was the wrong one.

Instead of a pleasurable stretch that came whenever he used his dildo on himself, there was instead a horrible burning sensation, “Fuck, wait a sec–!” Hoseok screamed, unsure what to do as the man breached his asshole instead of it’s intended target. 

“You’re tight. You a virgin, doll?” He grunts, cocky grin on his features as he pushes in deeper, unaware he was causing a bit of pain. Luckily, his condom was lubed, so he wasn’t going in dry. After what felt like forever came the pressing stretch of the cock inside, the girth making Hoseok spread his legs wider to accommodate.

The man entered slowly, and the cheerleader wished he could see how big this cock actually was. The pleasure-pain was intense, every nerve sizzling as each inch pushed inside. Finally the push stopped, the man staying still for him to adjust. “Who would’ve thought the person behind the other side of the wall was a virgin, huh? Or are you this tight all the time?” he smirks, thrusting his hips slightly.

Hoseok gritted his teeth as he tried to deal with pain, “I–I’m a virgin…” 

“A virgin? So I just popped your cherry?” The stranger grins, “Can’t wait to tell the other guys about this one. They’re going to be so jealous.” He laughs, one Hoseok was familiar with from one of the boys of the team.

Seokjin, handsome rich boy who was gifted at everything he did. Money wasn’t the only thing that got him into the school, his skillset backed him up. Now, Hoseok didn’t really mind that he was getting fucked in the wrong hole, atleast it was done by someone he could tolerate. 

When Hoseok was ready, he clenched his muscles around the cock, the man getting the message immediately as he began to move. A slow rocking motion formed, Hoseok doing his best to stay still up against the wall so that Jin could fuck into him as he wanted. Hoseok has to bite his fist to keep himself from screaming in pain as Jin begins to thrust slowly, steadily, out of his unprepped hole.

Jin tips head back with a groan, "God, you're gripping me just like a glove." He relishes in the tight ring of muscles around his cock before he picks up his thrusting slightly. The searing pain died down just a bit, Hoseok instead feeling the slight kiss of pleasure as Jin just barely pressed into his prostate. 

Hoseok's pussy throbbed between his legs in jealousy, slick steadily trailing down his thighs. To deter a bit of the pain, Hoseok slithered his hands down to his soaked pussy, swiping his fingers over his clit in rapid motions. His legs trembled, knees almost knocking into each other as he struggled to keep himself steady. 

Jin grunted as he felt the walls of Hoseok's ass contract a bit, "About to cum, doll?" He grunted, hands itching to hold the stranger, for as far as he knew. Hoseok moaned in response as he pushed some fingers into his needy hole, clenching down to feel the sensation of his fingers touching the thin lining that separated the two feelings of pleasure.

"I take that as a yes," Jin chuckles, accelerating his thrusting even more, Hoseok sees stars in his vision, making him clench his eyes shut. In his brain, he imagined Jin fucking into him, big hands gripping his tiny waist to force him back on his cock even deeper. Without the barrier of the door, he'd be able to use him to his heart's content. The visualization and thrusts had Hoseok calling out, curses leaving his lips like a prayer.

"I'm close too, cum whenever." Jin grunted, changing his angle just slightly, making it so that the head of his cock brushed Hoseok's prostate with each thrust. It was only a few of those precise movements before Hoseok was cumming around his own fingers, ass clenching the dick inside of him.

“Yes, God, yes!” Hoseok moaned as he came, hands gripping the bar so tight his knuckles lost all colour. When he was sated, he hung his head even farther down between his legs, realizing that from this angle he could watch the cock as it went in and out of his ass, the smallest of bulges visible on the outside of his stomach.

He squeezed purposefully around Jin's cock,  wanting him to get off as he had. A few more deep, quick thrusts and Hoseok heard a groan through the wall, the cock twitching inside of him as he spilled into the condom. The movement slowed, Jin obviously becoming more and more sensitive as his orgasm ebbed.

With one final thrust, he fully pulled out, leaving Hoseok empty. Tenderly, Jin reached forward to stroke his soaked petals, which he believed he'd been inside the whole time, "Good boy, that was incredible. I think this is gonna become my new regular." He chuckles, removing the condom to place it in the little trash can before zipping up his pants. "See you next week." He says before finally leaving.

"Dear god, took you long enough." Jimin grumbles, Taehyung next to him with an equally deep pout. 

Jin ran a hand through his damp hair, smirk on his plump lips, "You guys aren't gonna believe what I just did."

Taehyung rolls his eyes, "You got your dick sucked, big whoop." 

"Even better, I fucked him." He boasts.

The duo's jaws dropped, "You're lying." Taehyung says, since that service hasn't been on the table, it was assumed it never would be. 

"Believe it, I even popped his cherry." 

"Oh now you're definitely lying! You think a slut like that's a virgin? Get real!" Taehyung scoffs.

Jimin, however, decided to ask a bigger question; "How much?" 

"₩185,000, but I gave him a ton more. So fucking worth it. Tighter than your wildest dreams, soaked to the bone, too."  

Jimin pulls out his wallet, groaning when he realises he doesn't have nearly enough. He only pulled enough money off his card to get his usual, a standard blow job for ₩31,000. "Damn it. Hyung, how much do you have?" 

Jin pulls out his wallet, checking over to find he'd given Hoseok all of his bills, "Sorry, gave that cutie every dollar I had." He rummages through again, this time pulling out his heavy credit card, "If I swiped this between his ass cheeks, you'd think the payment will go through?" He cackles, receiving the cold shoulder for the poor joke.

Instead of looking slightly amused, Jimin makes puppy dog eyes at his best friend, "Tae?" 

"I'm not giving you a dime. Get your usual like always." He sticks his tongue out while clutching the pocket that contained his cash.

Jimin whacks him on the arm, "Does it look like I want my fucking usual? I want some ass! C'mon, don't be stingy!"

Taehyung rubs his arm, "Well, I don't even have enough to give you. Even if I did, why should only you get to fuck him? That doesn't seem very fair to me." He points out.

Jimin groans, "Well, I guess I'll have to come back next week. I'm not in the mood for a blowjob anymore." He mumbles, putting his wallet back while grabbing his practice bag.

"You're leaving?" Taehyung asks.

Jimin raises a brow, "Yea? My boner's dead at the moment, I'll come back once I have enough to fuck him." He says, licking his lips at the thought.

Taehyung quickly grabs his own bag before the two can get far enough, "I guess I'll wait too." He decides, taking a longing glance back at the bathroom doors. 

Jin coos, "Aw, can't go in without your best friend?" He laughs, mocking him with a baby voice. 

Taehyung shoves him lightly, "No, it's just that this idiot is right for once. Getting in that tight hole seems much more worthwhile than a blow job right now." He barks back as they exit the gym, two out of three boys leaving empty handed and unsated until next time.

🖤

"We still don't have enough money?!" Jimin whines after they've counted the cash several times.

"There's only enough for one of us, and we promised we'd go at the same time. No backing out now." Taehyung sighs, neatly putting the cash back in the jar they appropriately named "Pussy Funds".

Jimin felt like pulling his hair out, "Ugh, getting paid every three weeks sucks so much. I have no money when I really need it." 

Yoongi, who's been listening, chimes in, "What do you guys even need that much for? It's cheap to get a quick suck in. Sometimes he's into it, he deepthroats on accident if that's what you wanted." He says.

"He's selling more than just his mouth now, me and Jimin just want to go at the same time." Taehyung explains, pulling out the clear jar stuffed with bills once again, "Care to donate? Your generosity goes to a good cause." 

Yoongi's interest is pique at the information, "Hm, selling more than his mouth you say? I'm intrigued, I'll stop by today and see what all the fuss is about."

"This is so not fair. Hyung said he was tight as all hell, but by the time we get to him, he'll be no more than a loose sock." Taehyung huffs.

Namjoon almost spits out his sports drink, "You know that's not how vaginas nor anuses work, right?" 

Jimin snorts as he rolls his eyes, "We get it, you major in biology."

Namjoon puts his hands up in defence, "I'm just saying, we need to destroy the stereotype that people will no longer be tight after having sex with multiple partners. This ideology is rooted in a long history of misogyny and–"

"Please! We get it!" Taehyung interrupts, covering his ears to avoid any more unwarranted lectures until after practice. As usual, everyone struggles not to get hard as Hoseok struts past them, silky smooth legs glistening with a sheen of sweat. Every time he knew their eyes were on him, his core would drip in anticipation for what’s to come in just a few short hours. Last week, no one fucked him except for Jin, which was a slight failure, since the item being added was unexpected and they only kept enough money on them to get what they usually recieved. 

However, many boys promised him a through fucking in the following weeks, spitting vulgar words at him about how he’d be begging and crying for them as soon as they were done. Hoseok didn’t listen to half of their useless empty promises, choosing to only believe them once he was stuffed full of cock. The thought alone made him clench his thighs together in longing, making him take a quicker shower than usual so he could make his way to the glory hole as fast as possible. 

Hoseok was sure this was some kind of addiction; the thrill he got from being screwed by strangers each and every week was better than any high a drug could provide. The cheerleader uses his strawberry lotion to make his skin nice and smooth before he slips his cheer uniform on under his loose jogger set to hide his dirty little secret. He sneaks his way to the place he called home for just a few hours after class, undressing to reveal his cheer outfit once again. He slips his panties down, folding those up and placing each article of clothing in his bag. 

The two worst parts of the day in his opinion was waiting for a solid hour, and when the day ended, his fun for the week walking away with his last customer. Hoseok scrolled on his phone absently until the door opened, footsteps echoing through the bathroom. He licked his lips in anticipation for what’s to come as the man walked into the stall. 

The man doesn’t say a word as he shoves money through the hole, a nice thick stack. Unless it was full of singles, Hoseok knew what he came for. “Gonna fuck me good?” He muses as finishes counting the cash. 

“Of course, why would I be here?” Hoseok could practically hear the smirk in his voice from his tone. “I want you to suck me first, get me nice and wet before I use that slutty hole of yours.” he commands before unzipping his pants and pushing his cock through the hole. The first thing Hoseok notices is how pretty it looks. Pale white, light pink tip, and a nice curve. It hasn’t been the first time he’s seen this particular man before, but he can’t help but notice it each and every time. It was almost as cute as the man it was attached to. 

Min Yoongi, one of the best of the best, even among the stars of the team. Hoseok had guessed it was him from his deep, gravely voice. Groans identical to the ones he let out whenever he stretched for practice. Hoseok’s core clenched as he realised he was going to be fucked by this marvelous cock. Deciding not to waste another second, he planted a kiss on his weeping tip, making Yoongi suck in a quiet gasp. 

Taking Yoongi’s cock fully in his mouth, he squirmed just a bit with excitement as he sucked vigorously, getting slightly lost in the motions as he quicker, sucking Yoongi down with a few steady bobs of his head, not timing himself by any measure but just letting the rhythm take him. The steady aching of his body as he got needier and hornier was all he needed to guide himself by. 

A line of Hoseok’s own drool ran down his chin as worked quickly, one hand steadily pumping the base of Yoongi’s cock he couldn’t get down his throat. He pulled away to suck in some breaths, teasingly swirling his tongue around Yoongi’s tip. “That’s enough. Put it inside.” Yoongi says, making a fresh trickle of slick trail down his thighs. He stands, backing himself up to the wall before he reaches behind himself to grab Yoongi’s cock. He guides himself down steadily, jaw dropping as he feels Yoongi’s thick cock sliding into his heat. 

Yoongi groaned from the other side of the wall as Hoseok slid himself down as much as the wall would allow him. The cheerleader shivered as his butt touched the cold of the stall, letting out delighted gasps as he started to move already. “Did I tell you to get started yet?” he says, a bit of edge to his voice, teetering on the verge of a growl. 

Hoseok immediately slows to a stop, “No…” he answers. 

“Then why did you start fucking yourself on my cock?” 

Hoseok knew the exact answer he was fishing for, so he gave it to him, “Cause ‘m a slut.” he responds, grinning in amusement as he feels Yoongi twitch slightly against his walls. 

It takes a moment for Yoongi to compose himself, “Glad we both know. Are sluts allowed to pleasure themselves without permission?” 

“Mhm, is it because you’ll cum too fast if I keep going?”

Yoongi thrust forwards sharply, shutting up any more snarky comments. Hoseok moans, biting down on his lower lip in pleasure. “Do you want to play this game with me?”

Hoseok can’t contain his giggle, “Depends, what will I win?” he teases. 

Yoongi clenches his jaw, “Nothing, if you keep going. I’m not the cock hungry slut here, you are.” The man lets out a cocky laugh, making Hoseok clench a bit, "You're a little whore who needs to get fucked weekly. Got so desperate, started selling this little pussy of yours. You aren’t even doing this for the money anymore, just want to be filled, don’t you?" He hums.

Hoseok only feels a little called out by Yoongi's words, since he was correct after all. He squeaks as Yoongi unexpectedly thrusted forward, fully sheathing himself inside. "Isn't it polite to answer when someone's asked you a question?" 

"Y-Yes…" 

"Yes, what?"

"I'm desperate," Hoseok starts before his lips upturn into a grin, "But aren't you as well? Coming here to get a quickie in? You're even so early, you're the first of the day," he quips back. “So what makes us different?”

Yoongi chuckles, one that sends shivers deep down Hoseok’s spine, “Our difference? It’s the fact that I can leave, go home, and jerk myself off. It all feels the same to me. But you? You depend on this little thing you got here. If I walked out of here, I’d lose a couple bucks, but you’d be miserable in that little stall of yours, wouldn’t you?” 

Hoseok hesitated for a moment, “You wouldn’t…” He challenges, though Yoongi doesn’t say a word as he begins to pull out, making the cheerleader panic, “N–No wait! Please don’t…” he begs, now defeated. 

Yoongi smirks, “All sluts are the same.” He says before he begins thrusting, making Hoseok quickly brace himself on the walls before he falls over. Yoongi starts off brutal, a sickening squelch follows each thrust as he pounds into Hoseok with reckless abandon. 

The sensation made him dizzy, each relentless slam back and forth imposed this insanity upon him, trying to push him steadily deeper into chaos and into the disarray of giving in. It was too much to handle, and he felt himself growing more desperate and terrified by the passion that it offered him.

“You’re loving it already, you can’t hide anything.” Yoongi snickers, enjoying how vocal Hoseok was, each thrust making him mewl and cry with pleasure. The pleasure was tremendous, and Hoseok felt better and hotter by the second, relishing in the euphoria of being pounded into. Yoongi was hitting his sweet spot already, making him weak in the knees with each movement. 

“M–More…” Hoseok whined, making Yoongi slow down, much to his dismay. 

“Hm, is that how we properly ask for things? I know you can be a good boy.” 

A whine gets trapped in Hoseok’s throat, garbled, unintelligible words leaving his mouth. Oh he liked the way that sounded, being a good boy. 

“Aw, what a good boy,” Yoongi purred. “Are you a good boy?”

“Yes,” Hoseok whimpered in a daze. Call me good, he thought weakly.

“I thought so,” Yoongi whispered. “You seem like a very good boy when you want to be. Go on, babe, show me how good you are, beg some more for me.” Yoongi says, picking up speed once again. Hoseok moves backwards with each thrust, lewd sounds echoing throughout the bathroom.

Hoseok felt his end quickly approaching with each thrust hammering deeper into his sweet spot, “M–More, please! I–I’m close…!” Hoseok didn't know what to make of these emotions at all as his body jerked back and forth along the length of Yoongi’s cock he fucked his way down onto. The pressures swelled up inside of him with little direction or clarity, a rush of pleasures he couldn't do much but give fully up to in his exploration of feelings he tried his best to grasp, but failed miserably to.

The pleasures pushed against Hoseok, keeping him stuck in a place he didn't understand how to resist, and as he gave up more and more to all of this, he just couldn't contain it, moans growing needier, hotter, expressing the passions ripping his asunder and demanding that he give up to the ecstasy with little idea how to possibly resist the pure satisfaction he ached for. 

This was just too much.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum yet, hold it until I say so, whore.” Yoongi growls, making the stall rattle with each powerful thrust. This makes Hoseok moan and clench around Yoongi’s cock tighter, making it even harder to hold his orgasm in. He does feel like a whore, an absolutely debauched version of usual, innocent self. 

Even though Hoseok was always in control every time men came for his services, right now he felt trapped, so tiny, under the mercy of Yoongi as he had his way with him. “C–Can I touch m–my clit, please?” he begs, though he’d usually just masturbate without any further directions, however it felt forbidden to do anything without permission. “Please? I–I need it…” 

Yoongi, with a bit of sweat dripping down his brow, chuckles, “Look at you, being a good whore. Go ahead, touch.” Yoongi permits. That’s all Hoseok needs before he’s sliding one of his hands down to his clit, frantically rubbing over the sensitive bud. He clenched involuntarily, making Yoongi grunt at the feeling. 

His hips stuttered just a bit, signalling his end as well. “I’m so fucking close, shit.” Yoongi groans. Hoseok whines, biting down on his lip, “M–Me too. Mhm–!” He rubs his clit harder with the pads of his two fingers, trying his best to move his hips along with Yoongi’s. 

“Cum, now before I change my mind.” Yoongi growls, driving himself home. The depth of the orgasm suddenly consumed Hoseok, making him cry in ecstasy. He moaned out wildly, as his fingers flew over his clit, he’s finally cumming, squirting actually, which is something that doesn’t happen a lot. 

Suddenly, the feeling of being full is taken away in an instant as Yoongi pulls out, almost making him fall to the floor at the sensation of being empty. “Quickly, fuck, your mouth. Clean up your mess.” He groans. Hoseok regains some of his senses, moving so he’s sitting with his legs folded underneath him, then licking big stripes up the underside of Yoongi’s cock, sitting heavy on his tongue deliciously. Yoongi sighs and throws his head back. He whines and tastes himself, sliding all the way down Yoongi’s cock until his nose is pressing against the wall. 

Hoseok sucks vigorously, hollowing out his cheeks. He draws back for a moment, hands wrapped tightly around the base of Yoongi’s cock as he jerks him off, “Cum, all over my face, please.” He was powerless against his own deepest and most feverish desires, a need burning messily up through him, demanding complete surrender and nothing less. Yoongi can’t hold himself back anymore, erupting all over Hoseok’s face as he milked his cock and took every drop he could get, wearing the messy facial he earned like a depraved prize.

He immediately dove in to take the last few spurts in his mouth, swallowing down the rest of the salty substance. After a few licks to the underside of Yoongi’s cock, he pulls off, watching as he quickly goes soft. “Show me, show me you swallowed it all.” he pants out. 

Hoseok does as he’s told, pressing his mouth to the hole before he opens his mouth. Yoongi presses two fingers on his tongue, pressing down and pushing them down his throat, “Good boy, very good boy.” Yoongi praises.

“Look at that, you ,” he chuckled, breathlessly, “so good—you’re so good …”

Hoseok choked for breath he didn’t need as Yoongi pulled his fingers back and could be seen to be tugging up his pants and zipping them, “That was,” he started, “Thank you,” he said instead, and before Hoseok was even back to his senses, he heard the swinging of the stall door and heavy footsteps quick and away.

🖤

"Are you sure this is enough money?” Taehyung asks after a few weeks of collecting money, their jar now filled to the brim with bills. 

“Dude, I’m a million percent sure. I counted six times, trust me.” Jimin confirms, both of them taking in a deep breath as they enter the bathroom. They both go into the same stall, surprising Hoseok just a bit at the sight. “Sorry the uh cash looks like that. We were a little too excited to run to the bank first.” Jimin sheepishly apologies as he gently rolls the jar under the stall. 

Hoseok doesn’t mind, money was money nonetheless, and even if they were a few won off, he would pretend he didn’t notice so he could be wrecked in whatever way they had in store for him. Though, every dime was in the jar, ₩ 370,000 in a mix of larger bills and singles.. “Checks out to me, but I don’t think you’ll both fit in the whole, don’t you think?” he giggles. 

“We planned on y’know… taking turns. One of us in your mouth, the other inside, then we’d switch off.” Taehyung explains.

Hoseok buzzes with excitement, since this was the first time he’s been split open from both ends. He should probably charge them for some sort of blowjob fee, but he didn’t care one bit. “Hm, whatever floats your boat. Anything is okay with me.” he smiles, even though they actually can”t see him. 

"Rock paper scissors to see who goes first." Taehyung suggested.

Hoseok could easily tell who was about to fuck him, best friends attached at the hip, Jimin and Taehyung. He tried to hold in his giggle, of course they'd come together. 

Taehyung groaned as he lost again, "Best three out five." He says once he's lost two of the three matches. 

"W–What? No! You lost fair and square! You suggested rock paper scissors anyways. Hurry up, my dick is about to explode from being pent up so much." Jimin says, shoving Taehyung out of the stall.

Hoseok hears the disgruntled complaints of Taehyung before he enters the other stall. The younger of the two wastes no time, immediately shoving his pants down to push himself through the hole. The cheerleader always took a moment to marvel at Taehyung's cock, so pretty with a few moles dotted around his impressive length. 

Hoseok salivated as he gave him a few kisses to the underside of his thick cock. He always had a bit of trouble taking Taehyung, as he did Namjoon, but got used to it. He missed the monstrous leader's cock more than anything, he wishes he could come back to see him in his pretty little skirt and wreck his pussy until he couldn't walk straight for practice the next day. 

"Don't forget about me," Jimin huffs as he pushes his thick cock through the hole. Hoseok runs his tongue over his bottom lip, exhilaration zipping through him like lightning as he jerks both of them off with his soft, freshly moisturized hands. 

Precum quickly coated his hands, making the slide easier as he picked up the pace. "Shit, hurry and get on my cock, I can't hold it anymore." Jimin groans. Hoseok does as he's told, rising from the floor, not before giving them both a sweet kiss on the tips of their leaking cocks. 

He bends over, blindly reaching behind himself before he finds Jimin's cock. He rubs it through his folds before Jimin does the rest, slowly pushing in. Hoseok pushes back, so wet and needy like he always is, while he moans around Taehyung's cock.

Jimin chuckles breathlessly as he basks in the sensation of Hoseok's walls gripping him like a well–fitted glove, "Holy fuck, Hyung wasn't lying when he said he was tight. I almost just came." Hoseok does pride himself in being perfect to slide into, hot, slick and tight, practically sucking him in. 

Jimin lets out an appreciative groan and the cheerleader squeezes around him in response. He sets a quick rhythm, one that’s great for him at the moment while Hoseok gets to work on Taehyung. His soft moans are replaced with lewd slurping and rough gurgles as he takes the man down. It's so rare to get men with large assets to come pay him a visit, but none so far have even come close to Namjoon.  

Hoseok sinks his mouth halfway around Taehyung for now, making sure to actually pace himself for once before he tires too quickly and can't give Jimin the same mouth service. As he starts to find his own rhythm, the boys completely destroy any sort of synchronization he had as they go off the rails. 

Jimin doesn't pull out and slam back into him again, like he's seen in basically every porno he's ever watched. Instead, Jimin rolls his hips, and the shift of his dick in Hoseok is...fuck, it's amazing. He's getting sensation along every inch of where Jimin's pressed into him, and as he sets up a new, rolling rhythm, the cheerleader can't hold back his small moans as he feels it, down and in and up and back, over and over, opening him even more, muscles giving, welcoming the thick heat of a really talented dick.

Jimin his fucking into him slow, deep thrusts send him forward on Taehyung's cock even further, making his eyes water. Taehyung on the other hand is getting impatient with only being able to fuck his mouth, craving something tighter and wetter. He takes a moment to find himself again, taking deep breaths through his nose as he adjusts to the feeling, and when he feels his throat relax, he pulls back, curling his tongue and then bobbing up and down along Taehyung's considerable length. 

Fuck, all of him is full. Jimin's slow, tactical grinding has him drooling helplessly around Taehyung's cock while he thrusts down his throat. "Can we switch now?" Taehyung asks, breath coming out ragged. 

Jimin grunts, "Give me a minute, his pussy doesn't want to let me go." He grits out, enjoying the hotness of Hoseok's walls clenching down on him. To his dismay, Jimin, although reluctantly, pulled out of his dripping hole. 

"Turn around–" Jimin starts.

"–Quickly." Taehyung adds as he pulls his cock out as well.

Hoseok is a little disoriented as he turns around, pressing his opposite ends to the holes. Jimin slips in first, cock an angry red at the tip. He wraps his lips around him instantly, mouth stretched from how thick he was. He tenses slightly as he feels Taehyung rubbing the tip of his cock through his soaked petals.

It takes every fiber of his being not to bite down on Jimin's cock as Taehyung pushes in. "Damn, he is so tight. Barely letting me in." 

It's because you're so fucking big, Hoseok thinks as he swirls his tongue around the tip of Jimin's cock to distract himself. "Tight little thing, loosen up a bit, will ya?" He grunts, making Jimin snort from the other end.

"Loosen up? That's a bit ironic coming from you. Didn't you say he'd be loose by the time we'd get to him?" he retorts. 

Hoseok only feels a little offended by their assumption, deciding to shift his hips in revenge for the comment, and as a reward, gets a burst of sensation as he feels Taehyung's hips jerk instinctively and the thick weight inside him moves.

Taehyung shifts, and he starts a slow slide, out an inch and back in, small movements, letting Hoseok adjust to the sensation. He increases it gradually, out further and all the way back in, and the cheerleader can feel the gentle tap of Taehyung's balls bumping up against him as he settles into a rhythm.

Jimin goes faster than he was previously, deciding to let loose since he was reaching his end. Everything just felt perfect. His wet heat, the suction he applies as he rolls down the length of his cock, his tongue swirling around his head. He desperately wants more, thrusting, coaxing her to take him again. "I'm not gonna last much longer…" he groans, hips almost smacking against the stall. 

Hoseok was nearing his end too, and with the way he was twitching against his walls, he knew Taehyung was close too. He picks the punishing pace back up, driving into Hoseok, making him gag harder against Jimin's thick cock. It's hot and sweaty and overwhelming and fast, and before Hoseok knows it, he's coming hard all over Taehyung's cock, making the space impossibly tighter. 

Taehyung keeps going, his movements hard and fast and deep, and Hoseok is boneless, struggling to hold himself up while he still suckles on Jimin's cock. He pops off for a moment to beg, "Both of you– cum inside, please." he pleads, hollowing out his cheeks so much it hurts as he works on getting Jimin to cum, along with clenching down to make himself suffocate Taehyung. 

Jimin lets out one last groan and then Hoseok is gagging as he cums down his throat. It's not long before Taehyung follows them over the edge, and as he cums, he lets out a long, deep groan as he fills Hoseok to the brim with seed. Everyone's labored breathing is synchronized as they come down from their highs, then the boys pull out, cocks soft and more than satisfied.

"That was worth every penny." Jimin sighs with a dopey smile on his face after releasing for the first time in a while. 

"You said it." Taehyung agrees, neither of the boys sparing Hoseok a second word as they take their leave, leaving the cheerleader a loose, dripping mess for the rest of the day. 

"Ugh I should have told those jerks to go slower…" Hoseok mumbles the day after, pulling at his panties as he regretted wearing a tighter pair after being screwed so roughly the day prior. He entered the gym, face burning bright as a tomato as he saw the two who had him in a limping state standing with Mr.Lee.

“Hoseok, there you are! Go with these two to grab some mats, they need some extra hands.” Mr.Lee mumbles with his clipboard in hand, itching for a smoke break. Mats meant tumbling all day, just what he needed right now. 

“Yes, sir…” He sighs, dumping his bag to the side and following the duo to the back where all the equipment was stored. Being the only boy on the team meant Hoseok made frequent trips to the back to grab the heavy supplies whenever they needed them often. Hoseok shifted on his feet as all three of them entered the storage room. “Um, I guess I’ll hand them to you guys and you two can bring them out.” He says, starting by grabbing a mat and dragging it off to one of the boys. 

Hoseok didn’t strain a bit as he handed the mats over one at a time until there was more than enough, “Alright, last one.” he says, stepping forward a bit to grab the mat deeper in. However, a stray piece of equipment hidden by the other mats tripped him, sending him tumbling forward into the pile of mats. He squeals as he falls, the other mats coming down on top of him. Luckily, they had removed enough that it didn’t crush him, but they were a little too heavy for him to move by himself. 

Jimin and Taehyung quickly rushed in after hearing the crash, breaths stilling in their throats at the sight. Only Hoseok’s bottom half was sticking out, but his skirt had slipped up, revealing his tight red panties. “Are you guys just gonna stand there or help?” Hoseok manages to ask from under the mountains of equipment, wiggling his hips as he tries to squirm out of the mats' grasp. The boys quickly snap to their senses, ignoring their rapidly hardening members. 

Jimin works on holding the mats up while Taehyung grabs Hoseok by the waist to pull him up into his chest. Hoseok shivers as he feels the man’s raging hard on right on his ass, struggling to resist the urge to push his ass back and get fucked again right ontop of the mats. “Thanks, boys. I appreciate it a ton.” Hoseok smirks once he dusts himself off, hips moving a bit more than they usually did as he went back to practice.

Once Hoseok leaves, Jimin speaks for the both of them, “I’d pay good money to fuck his brains out.” he sighs, unaware he’s done that exact deed. Hoseok returns to practice, fully aware he's being watched by the hungry eyes of the coach and the players while he's tossed up in the air by his teammates, legs spread a little wider than they needed to be whenever he jumped. 

The coach quickly shooed the players away before he made them run laps, which they would probably enjoy if it meant they stayed in the gym while the cheerleaders practiced.

After hours of intense routines, it was time for the players to take the floor. Hoseok could have helped them put the mats away, but he had more urgent matters to tend to.

"Mr. Lee?" He called as he knocked on the open door before he went in.

"What do you want? Practice is over, so if you have any complaints talk to me tomorrow." He grumbles.

Hoseok closes the door behind himself as he saunters over to the desk, "I want to be captain next season." He proclaims, making the coach chuckle.

"Get in line, you know how it goes at the end of the season. Everyone wants a piece of the action to be the leader, but no one really has what it takes." 

Hoseok plays with the non-existent dirt under his fingers, "Hm, well how does it feel to have your job under the line after fucking a student?" He hums, making the coach abruptly stand, making his coffee spill just a bit.

"I didn't fuck y–"

"–Oh but you did, third stall in the west wing bathroom? Don't lie and tell me you haven't been there and felt my pouty lips on that old cock of yours, maybe even fucked my pussy."

Mr.Lee leans back, looking Hoseok up and down, "What the hell do you want?"

Hoseok leans in, "I want to be captain next season, that's all. You keep your job, I get the position I want. Seems like a fair deal to me." He smirks. 

The older man's lips pursed into a fine line, "You won't tell anyone?"

"Your secret is safe with me. Just give me what I want and I'll forget everything I know." 

Pushed up against a wall like a rat, Mr.Lee had no other choice, "Fine, I'll make you captain next season." He grumbles, completely defeated. 

"I knew you'd see it my way." He giggles, practically skipping his way to go take a shower, smile on his face the entire time.

🖤

With the seasons stretching longer, and the weather getting colder, Hoseok kept his gig up. It was the week before winter break, last Tuesday before he’d be no longer giving out his services for the next few feeks. This skyrocketed his usual clients for the day. He couldn’t even get a break before someone was immediately taking their place in one of the stalls. It was quite literally suffocating, but Hoseok didn’t mind. 

His fun was a bit dull, compared to what he’s been usually doing for the past few weeks. It was boring to do the same thing each and every week, so Hoseok decided to get a bit sadistic, deciding to slip a cock ring onto his unsuspecting clients. They were shocked at first, freaking out slightly when their orgasms never came and were instead cut short with rings placed on the base of their cocks. 

Hoseok would just giggle as he gave them a gentle peck on the tip of their cock, “Come back tomorrow, I’ll gladly take it off, just don’t tell anyone, okay?” he would say, so sweetly, and then men had no other choice but to come back. Could they take it off themselves? Of course, but what was the fun in that? They would come back the next day, only one who came for the day just to get the ring removed the next day and have an absolutely mind–blowing orgasm they couldn’t forget. Sometimes, they became so hooked they’d ask Hoseok personally to put the ring on. 

In his backpack, he had something that was a whole new level. An entire cock cage, unable to be removed by the men themselves, only by Hoseok. He was so excited, key dangling around his neck that held the ticket to their release. 

It’s been too busy today, the one time he wanted to try it out. He sighed once it’s been a twenty minute break between the last customer, as opposed to the several minute intervals it took until someone was barging their way in. He’d count his money at home, it was far too much to count right now, but he knew it was a ton. He packs up his bag, hand on the door lock, ready to go home and rest up for the day. 

“Um… hello? A–Are you still here?” a tiny voice, almost child–like, calls. Hoseok tries to hold in his groan of irritation. Even obsessed cock sluts need a break sometimes. He hangs his bag back up on the hook, “Mhm, caught me at the perfect time, baby. What can I do for you?” he hums, voice sickly sweet. 

The man comes into the stall, “I uh… w–wanted to do this before b–break so I could forget this ever happened, my f–friends gave me some cash to come here, it’s my f–first time…” He says, sliding the money through the hole. Hoseok smiles as he counts the money, seeing he was given ₩ 62,000 for a deepthroat, along with cumming down his throat. “Hm, your friends are quite the guys. I’ll make it worthwhile for you.” he promises, “Now, show me what you’re working with.” 

The man on the other end hesitates for a bit before he unzips his pants, “I just uh, put it in there?” He asks, making Hoseok have to hold in his giggle. 

“Yep, then I’ll take care of the rest.” Hoseok directs. 

The man slips his cock and balls through the hole, heavy with unreleased seed. Hoseok coos as he wraps his hands around the base, “Poor thing, pent up, aren’t you?” He purrs, rubbing his cheek against his dick.

He gasps at the touch, “Y–Yeah I am.” He admits. 

“Don’t touch often, do you, babe?” Hoseok asks, running his thumb over the leaking, sensitive slit. 

His hips stuttered forward, “No… Too embarrassed.” he mumbles.

Hoseok gives him a kiss to his cock, “Oh you’re just adorable, aren’t you? I’ll make you feel amazing, just relax for me.” He whispers, taking just the tip in for now. This soft spoken voice, polite manners, reminded Hoseok of no one other than resident sweetheart on the team, Jeon Jeongguk. He could only imagine those big, doe eyes, filled with tears as he experienced his first blow job. He wondered if he was a virgin as well, never been inside of a hole before. He clenched slightly, thinking about taking Jeongguk’s virginity. 

Hoseok pulled away, stroking him from base to tip, watching intently as he grew in size. “You’ve gotten so big, I love it, baby.” It makes Jeongguk flush with a mix of arousal and a silly kind of pride. There’s a few seconds where all Hoseok does is switch from soft licks and kisses, sucking gently until Jeongguk whimpers, and then he’s pulling off, repeating the process. 

“Good boy,” he whispers, quiet, reverent, and Jeongguk hears him use this tone of voice so seldom, the words dripping with approval, with desire, and he twists his body in need.  He whines, thrusting his hips slightly to get closer to the pleasure. Jeongguk’s hungry for it; soft, desperate whimpers escaping past his lips. 

“Be patient, now,” Hoseok says, and Jeongguk nods. “I know you can be good for me.” he nods faster, desperate to please him.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Hoseok continues, licking under an especially thick vein. 

Jeongguk gasps, “Please–” he breathes, “Take me, all the way, please.” he begs, so desperate like a wild animal. Hoseok loves feeling Jeongguk’s dick grow in his mouth, long and thick and spreading his lips obscenely. As it reaches full hardness, he pulls back to focus on the head, working his tongue and lips around the weeping tip.

“Since you asked so politely,” Hoseok smirks, granting his wish as he took him down his throat, barely gagging as the tip touched the back of his throat. Jeongguk nearly cums on the spot, having to dig his nails into the palm of his hand to prevent himself from cumming. He’s never felt something this euphoric, it made his head spin. Hoseok takes the parts he can't fit, he fists it tightly, pumping his hand in rough, frantic tugs. 

Jeongguk whines, “I–It feels too good. Oh, crap.” he moans, thrusting his hips slightly, trying to inch his way closer down Hoseok's throat. He was going to cum, which was humiliating in itself to admit, but it just felt too good. 

"I–I'm close," he gasps, breath getting caught in his throat as he gritted his teeth. 

The cheerleader pops off for a moment, "Already?" Hoseok coos, using one hand to reach into his backpack to grab his secret weapon. 

"Yea, can I do it in your mouth?" Jeongguk asks, so sweetly, it made Hoseok not even want to go through with his plan. However once he felt the soft plastic, all his empathy was thrown out the window. 

Hoseok can't control his wicked grin as he pulls out the toy, "Just stay still for me, close your eyes and relax, okay?" He says, making Jeongguk sink into the feeling deeper, blissfully unaware of Hoseok's devious plan. Gently, he wrapped his hands around his twitching cock, deciding to give him one last peck before he locked him up.

Quickly, Hoseok slips the cage on Jeongguk before he can fully comprehend what's happening, then slips his balls through the loop at the bottom, completely halting his release. The bow on the top is the lock that makes a satisfying click once it's been secured. 

Jeongguk pulls himself out in fear, "W–What is t–this?!" He's completely bewildered as he looks at himself completely locked up.

Hoseok giggles, "A little gift from me. Come back tomorrow and I'll take it off. Maybe if you're extra good… I'll let you fuck me as a prize." he promises, making Jeongguk throw all his previous complants out.

"...really?"

"Yes, really, baby. Just last the whole day and come after your guys' little party, okay?" Hoseok internally smacks himself in the face for letting that info slip, but Jeongguk is thankfully in too much of a daze to notice.

"Okay, I'll be back." He mumbles, words catching on a sniffle as he puts his caged cock back into his tight jeans. He strained against the fabric of his jeans, shambling  awkwardly out of the bathroom.

Hoseok waits once again, but after 15 minutes, he decides to close shop for the day, excited for what tomorrow was going to bring through that door. 

The cheerleader went to bed that night, heat burning between his legs that his own hands couldn't satisfy. 

Hoseok skipped happily to the bathroom the next day, cheer uniform under his track outfit with his backpack slung over his shoulder. Did it add anything if Jeongguk couldn't see it? No, but it added a bit of spice for him. He pushed in the door, eyes nearly popping out of sockets.

"Oh."

Standing in front of him are the stars of the basketball team. 

And they do not look happy.

"I wasn't expecting this." He states matter of factly.

"Well, you’re the last person we expected. Who knew the new team captain was secretly a whore?" Yoongi asks, hands folded over his chest. 

"I thought he was quite obvious." Jimin whispers, making Yoongi glare.

Hoseok scoffs, "Who cares if I'm a "whore"? You've all gotten off to me one way or another, so why does it even matter?"

Taehyung swallows the lump in his throat, "You don't know that for sure." he points out defensively.

The cheerleader raises his brow in a challenging manner, "Really now? You and Jimin came at the same time, joined at the hip like you always are. It was… cute You two even played rock paper scissors to see who got to fuck me first. I could suck all of you off with my eyes closed and know who was who.” He says, making the men stand there shell shocked. 

Hoseok clears his throat, "Now that we've established my identity, can you guys get lost? Me and Jeongguk have some unfinished business to tend to." he smirks, taking a peak at Jeongguk who was hiding behind Namjoon. 

“I don’t know if we can trust the guy who put a medieval torture device on our friend’s dick.” Jin mumbles. 

“Mhm, but you trusted me enough to blindly stick your dick in a hole for a stranger to suck, didn’t you?” He quips back. Jin has no rebuttal for that, since he was right after all. “Now, Jeonggukie, don’t you want that cage off?” He calls, holding up the little key necklace around his neck. 

Jeongguk chewed on his bottom lip, shuffling over to the man who held the key to his freedom. “P–Please…” he begged as he stands infront of Hoseok. He grins, side–eying the other boys as he unzips his tracksuit, revealing his uniform that was the fuel of many wet dreams. The cheerleader slides down to his knees, using the key around his neck to finally unlock Jeongguk.

Hoseok puts the cage to the side, “Poor thing,” he coos, holding Jeongguk’s limp cock, “did so well and kept the cage on all day. That deserves a treat, don’t you think?” Hoseok pumps Jeongguk with both hands to get him back to full mast, twisting them opposite of each other as he looks up at the dishevelled boy with a pout on his lips. 

Jeongguk groaned, lacing his hands in Hoseok fiery hair, black roots showing through the red sea. “Can I use you? Y–You promised if…” Jeongguk trails off a bit, face burning bright from embarrassment. 

Hoseok giggles, “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget.” He says, licking the underside of his dick. He leans back, spreading his legs and flipping up his skirt to show he was wearing now panties, pussy already dripping wet. “Go ahead, put it in.” he permits, using his hands to spread himself wider. Jeongguk licks over his lips, getting on the luckily clean floor aswell. He positions himself between Hoseok’s legs, trying his best not to drool like a dog in heat at the sight. 

Jeongguk looks down at Hoseok’s fluttering hole, pussy shaved into heart, which he spent a lot of time on. “You’re very pretty.” He says, blushing a bit.

“And you’re the sweetest little thing to grace this earth, aren’t you?” 

Kissing the apple of a reddened cheek, a mocking reward, Hoseok trails his arms to wrap around his wide shoulders, “Put it in me,” he says, reaching down to wrap his hand around Jeongguk’s hard cock.  He pushes himself in with minimal help from Hoseok, who sighs as he buries himself root-deep, the drool of pre-cum helping the blunt press in.

Once pressed flushed together, Jeongguk gives a few experimental circles of his hips, buries his face in the crook of Hoseok’s neck because eye contact at this point would be too intimate. “You’re so big,” Hoseok says, teeth brushing against Jeongguk’s ear before pulling back, “so big and so good for me, aren’t you?” he asks with another rock on his hips, “You are going to be good for me, right, Jeongguk?”

“I will.” 

Hoseok pulls Jeongguk away from his neck to look him in the eyes, “Then show me, fuck me like me you mean it.” 

Jeongguk gave himself a minute so he could get composed before he pulled out, then thrusted back in. The young man groaned as he felt Hoseok envelope every inch with ease, barely giving him a chance to thrust. “There, just a bit faster. Show me you know how to fuck me.” He gasps, pulling at Jeongguk’s shirt from the pleasure.

Jeongguk’s hands drifted down to Hoseok’s hips, gripping onto his hips firmly, but not enough to leave any bruises. He obeyed the cheerleader, not wanting to disappoint, pulling out half way before slamming back in, per his request. Hoseok moans, toes curling in euphoria as Jeongguk fucks him deep, just how he likes it.

“Yes, yes, just like that, fuck–” Hoseok whines, mouth hung open.

Perfect for someone to slip their dick into. 

Hoseok couldn’t say he didn’t expect this to happen, all these horny men, watching as their friend fucked the center of many of their fantasies. It was easy to predict one of them wouldn’t be able to contain themselves at the scene infront of them. 

Jimin was the first, grabbing the back of Hoseok’s head to push him down deeper. Hoseok looked up at the man as he wrapped his lips around his cock, moaning around him as Jeongguk sped up. Hoseok couldn’t look over as someone picked up his limp hand and used it to wrap aorund his cock, but from the sound of the groan, it was Jin. 

Hoseok pumped both of his hands, one around Jin’s entire cock while the other worked Jimin’s base. “You didn’t think we’d sit by and let you have all the fun, did you, Kook?” Jimin chuckles, wrapped up in the pleasure. 

Jin grunts as Hoseok swipes his thumb over his sensitive slit, “I think we should switch, you aren’t doing it right.” He says, making Hoseok want to laugh, since he did put it in the wrong hole after all. 

“Shut up…” Jeongguk huffs, picking up the pace to prove a point. He switched up his speed, changing from slow and deep thrusts to sharp, fast jabs. Jeongguk pushed his legs up to his chest, making Hoseok squeak around Jimin’s cock at the sudden change. The position allowed him to hit spots deep within the cheerleader, making him cry out in pleasure. 

“Should we… stop them?” Yoongi asks their leader.

Namjoon’s cock was hard as a rock, promiment bulge against his jeans, “No… Let them continue.” he says, eyes too fixated on the scene playing out. 

“C’mon, share a bit.” Jin grunts, no longer satisfied with just Hoseok’s hand. Jimin begrudgingly pulled out of Hoseok’s warm mouth, allowing Jin to have a chance. 

Hoseok barely had a second to breathe before Jin was pushing down his throat next, muffled complaints leaving his stuffed mouth. Sweat dripped from Jeongguk’s brow as his thrusts got sloppier, his end nearing quickly. “H–Hoseok, can I u–uh cum inside? Please?” Jeongguk begs. The cheerleader nods best he can, giving the boy permission to empty inside.

The head of his cock rubs against Hoseok’s sweet spot with each thrust, and to say that it makes them both dizzy with pleasure is an understatement. They’re reaching their high together; he can tell from the sporadic movements that he’s close as well. Hoseok nods, his hands moving as fast as they could. 

Jin was the first to cum, catching Hoseok off gaurd as he chokes on his cum, head pushed down so deep, his nose was touching his pubes. “This is so much better than behind that stall, damn.” He grunts as he pulls out of his wet mouth, letting Jimin immediately take over to finish in his mouth as well. 

Soon, he tightened hard, trying to trap Jeongguk’s cock as he came, crying out as he squirted around his length.The basket ball player continued to fuck him through his orgasm, groaning as he came deep inside of Hoseok, emptying his pent up release in a more than satisfying way. 

Jeongguk pulled out, his milky seed quickly spilled out from Hoseok’s pink, puffy hole. He licked Jin and Jimin’s leftover seed from his lips, eyes lidded as he looked up at them. “Mhm, that’s one thing a regular Tuesday can’t give me.” Hoseok giggles, turning his hungry eyes to the other half of the team.

“Namjoonie, don’t we also have some unfinished business? You’ve only come to see me once, asked for me to wear a skirt and when I do, you don’t even show up again! Do you know what that does to a boy’s heart?” he pouts. 

“You knew it was him this whole time?” Jin asks once he was done catching his breath. 

Namjoon nodded. 

“And you didn’t tell anyone?” 

He nodded once again. 

“Dude! What the hell!” Taehyung grumbles while smacking him in the arm.

“Why should I tell? He wants to do sex work in private, so I didn’t want to break confidentiality. If he wanted guys to see his face while he did his work, then he would allow them. He obviously doesn’t want people to know his identity.” Namjoon rants. 

“Thank you, Namjoonie. Now, can I put my skirt to use for you?” He purrs. Namjoon swallows the rock sized lump in his throat in anticipation. All he can do is nod, giving Hoseok the green light to crawl over to him like an animal. He looks up at Namjoon as he undoes his belt, teasingly pulling down his pants until his half hard cock popped out. Hoseok hasn't seen his dick in a while so he forgot how huge he was. The beast almost covered the entire length of his face.

Hoseok salivated, mouth tingling as he kissed up Namjoon’s length, practically worshipping his dick. He eagerly wrapped his lips around his perfect cock, a little darker than the rest of his body, tip an angry red as it leaked precum. He remembers how inexperienced he was when he first blew Namjoon; he gagged and swore he almost threw up the first time he gave him a blowjob, but now his gag reflex is weaker, able to take him deeper than he did before. 

Slowly, Hoseok grips the base of Namjoon’s throbbing cock before stretching his lips around the thick tip. Hoseok hollowed out his cheeks while he stayed at the tip for a bit, suckling all the precum that leaked from the slit at the top. Namjoon gently pressed down on Hoseok’s head, pushing him down his cock until he sputtered around his length. He gagged as he looked up at Namjoon, eyes teary as he struggled to take in everything. His jaw being stretched so wide made his cheeks hurt, but he ignored it for now as he pleasured the basketball player. 

Hoseok gasped as he came up for air for a moment, heaving in deep gulps into his lungs. His lips were red at this point with precum smeared all over the lower half of his face. Namjoon, do you remember when we were alone together, what I’d do if I got the chance to fuck you?” he hums. 

“Yeah, of course. I think about it more than I should.” He chuckles, a little breathless already. 

“Can I fullfil my promise, then?” He asks, grinning as he felt Namjoon twitch in his hands, “Can I fuck myself silly on your big cock, Namjoonie?” The request has Namjoon’s head almost tumbling off his head as he nods, taking a seat on the floor. Hoseok takes his spot, swinging his legs over to sit in Namjoon’s lap. His breath hitches when Hoseok nudges his cock at his opening, and then he’s sliding down, all silky tight heat, his cunt working around him in an attempt to adjust.

“Holy fuck , how big are you? Eight? Nine?” he gasps as he lowers himself deeper. 

“Eight and a half, but I don’t like to brag.” he grins, dimples poking out. 

He rolls his hips in circles, working Hoseok’s cock inside him, tight walls squeezing and pulling at his cock, trying to draw it deeper and deeper inside him. Namjoon's head throws back, muscles tense, hands straining until Hoseok guides them to his hips, which he kneads in his grip, thumbs stroking over his soft skin. 

“It’s okay to be rough with me, Joon. I–I can take it.” He whines, putting his hands over Namjoon’s to squeeze them around his waist. It was slow and a bit lazy, but still crazy good. The way Hoseok’s  walls dragged over his cock had Namjoon seeing stars. “Hoseok…” he moaned out, head rolling back, mouth parted open to let out heavy breaths. “God, you’re so perfect.”

The hands he had on Hoseok’s hips only gripped tighter as he stopped moving up and down so he could just grind against him. “Mhm, don’t say mushy things like that. Don’t you know a boy like me will fall for soft words like that?” he huffs out. 

Namjoon was deep inside him, and from the way Hoseok was moaning and whining, he had a feeling that he was hitting that spot inside him that would make him feel stars too. “S–Shit,” Hoseok groaned, hips stalling for a moment and making Namjoon groan with him. He thrust his hips up, bouncing Hoseok on top of him and making him squeak slightly.

Hoseok grips Namjoon’s broad shoulders, “Y–Yes, like that!” He cried as Namjoon  continued to thrust up into him, one hand still on his hip while the other one ran up his almost bare back, tiny crop top doing little as a proper shirt. “Oh… oh . Namjoon, right there… I–”

It had been a particularly hard thrust up when he started to get Hoseok to ramble out words, him stuttering them out between moans. Namjoon quirked his eyebrow up, making Hoseok look at him by grabbing his chin.

“Right where?” he teased, rolling his hips up the same way and getting Hoseok’s jaw to drop. 

“Namjoon!” Hoseok whined after, shifting around and pushing back into his thrusts. It did something to both of them, both their moans getting louder and their movements becoming more frantic as their bodies got closer to their peaks.

“God, I can’t stand back anymore. Hurry up and suck.” Hoseok looked to his left to see Yoongi, dick already slicked up with precum from him silently jerking himself off to the side. The cheerleader’s body reacted on his own, mouth opening and gladly taking Yoongi’s cock down his throat. 

Yoongi was rough, as he always was, and without the wall to stop him from putting his hands on Hoseok, he grabbed the back of his head, moving him at the speed he wished. He gagged, tip already smacking the back of his throat. Setting a pace, Hoseok’s desire to please pulled more pleasured sighs from Yoongi than the fumbling flicking of his tongue. Swirling his tongue around the tip, he pulled out all his tricks. He reached up, using one hand to fondle Yoongi’s balls. 

Hoseok feels a presence behind him, but he can’t turn his head to look. He knew it was Taehyung, but he was a little confused at what he was doing as he climbed between Namjoon’s legs aswell. “I think there’s enough room for me back here.” he chuckles darkly, using his thumbs to spread apart Hoseok’s wet folds, already stuffed to the brim with Namjoon’s cock. 

Hoseok’s complaints are muffled by Yoongi’s dick. Both of those monsters stuffed in his pussy? 

They were going to ruin him. 

And he didn’t have a single problem with it.

Taehyung is already positioning himself behind his hole. He spits in his hand for lube, using his precum and spit to stroke himself to full hardness, which didn’t take much work. “Stop moving for a moment, let me slip in.” he fusses. 

Namjoon grunts, “Has anyone told you how much of a major cock–block you are?” he mumbles, but he does slow down to a complete stop, allowing Taehyung to move in. The head of his dick popped into Hoseok’s stretched pussy, making him squeal in a combination of pleasure and pain around Yoongi’s cock. He stilled as he came, just from Taehyung pushing inside of him. “Fuck, so tight...God, I don’t remember it being this fucking tight.” he groans as Hoseok’s orgasm made the space impossibly tighter.

Maybe because there’s two giant dicks inside of me… Hoseok thinks while he tries to get used to the odd feeling of being so full. It didn’t hurt as much as he expected it to, just a slight sting around his rim as he was stretched. 

“He can take it,” Yoongi urged, hands still laced in Hoseok’s silky locks. His pussy practically gushing from his orgasm–enough to allow Taehyung to bury himself to the hilt alongside Namjoon, both men groaning deeply at the tight space. There was minimal pain from the two thick cocks buried inside him, although the stretch was closing in on unbearable if they didn’t move soon.

“You alright there?” Taehyung asked, reaching up to play with his nippes. Hoseok swallowed hard around Yoongi as he nodded. “Want us to move?” he asks again. Yoongi, the gratuitous man he is, lets Hoseok speak for a moment. 

He takes a moment to take a well needed breath, “Fuck me.” he pants out, hoping back on Yoongi’s cock without an order from him. 

The two-worded command summoned guttural noises from both men, and almost instantly they obeyed, quickly finding a rhythm and Hoseok’s body became pliable between them. Every nerve ending in his body fired at once, surrounding him with overwhelming pleasure like he’d never known as the basketball players rocked into him in tandem, one pulling out as the other pushed in while Yoongi went at his own speed. They fucked like they played, in perfect sync, and the cheerleader had the random thought that he could probably die quite happily in the pornographic sandwich they’d managed to make out of him.

Filthy grunts and the slapping of flesh on flesh filled the room, and Hoseok allowed his eyes to fall shut as he simply enjoyed the moment. Namjoon’s hands and the weight of Taehyung’s  body held Hoseok firmly in place, rendering him unable to move anything but his head and hands to pleasure Yoongi. 

Hoseok’s third orgasm was blinding, and he screamed louder than he’d ever managed before. There was a warm gush of fluid inside of him, and Taehyung’s teeth buried into his shoulder, his almost primal growl muffled by Hoseok’s skin as his orgasm swept over him, taking him completely by surprise. 

The slide got slippier as a result of the combined orgasms of Hoseok and Taehyung, making Namjoon bite down on his lip so hard he drew blood as he came, hitting as deep as he could inside of Hoseok, finishing with a loud groan. With his eyes still closed, he gladly swallowed down Yoongi’s seed in his other hole. 

Hoseok felt another sensation as something splashed over his face, warm liquid splattering on different parts of his face. He opened his eyes, quickly regretting it as some cum got on one of his eyelids. In the split moment, he did see Jeongguk, Jin, and Jimin hovering over him, finishing for the second time that night all over his face. 

Yoongi pulled out first, then followed by Taehyung, who had a bit of a struggle to pull out from how tight it was. Hoseok winced slightly as he pulled off Namjoon himself, puffy labia red, a bit sore, and covered in mixed juices. “I hope I’m getting paid for this.” he pouts, wiping the cum from his eyelids. 

Jin sighs as he pulls out his wallet, “I’ll cover everyone.” He says as he counts his cash, “₩1,300,000 should be enough, right?” he asks. 

Hoseok blushes, “I–I was just joking, I’ll let this one pass as a freebie, but don’t get used to it.” 

“See? Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” Yoongi chuckles.

There’s a puddle of questionable fluids building under him, “I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it, imagine working for free and not getting paid for all of your hard work.” he retorts as he stands to dust himself off, a mixture of cum and his own release sliding down his legs. “Anyways, I’m glad you all enjoyed yourselves and got one final good time out of me before break, but–” The door to the bathroom opened, revealing the rest of the team, ten other players who served as backup and bench warmers. They’d got suspicious that half their team, the main stars at that, left so early. 

They didn’t expect them to be here. 

“Oh.” Hoseok says, licking his lips while his already used hole twitched in anticipation. “Didn’t know I was brought so many more ‘friends’.” he grins. 

Ten quickly dwindled down to become four. His holes gaped and his lips seemed permanently parted, gasping and panting for breath whenever a man wasn’t busy pumping into his mouth. The drying cum on his skin made him feel disgusting, but in a depraved way, it felt good too, to get all these men off with his body. While no man was allowed a second turn on the ravished cheerleader under the supervision of the main stars, they were allowed to jerk off a less than satisfactory second load on his back, shoulders, belly and thighs as much a mess as his face, pussy and ass.

Slowly, four becamem two, then one, then none. Everyone was more than satisfied, leaving Hoseok a puddle of God who know’s juices. The only one’s who stayed after were the main players who made sure none of their knuckle-head teammates hurt or disrespected Hoseok while getting their free services. 

“Do you want help?” Yoongi asks, making Hoseok snort.

He sits up, places all over him sore that would leave him with bruises that would remind him of this unforgettable experience for atleast a week. “Rich coming from the man who calls me a whore every chance he gets.” He giggles, coughing up a bit of cum as a result. 

Yoongi blushes, “That’s just acting… I don’t really mean it.” he says sheepishly. Hoseok doesn’t say anything as he points over to his discarded bag, thankfully completely free of any filth. Jeongguk grabs it, passing it over to the cheerleader. First he pulls out a tablet of pills, popping once out of the foil and into his mouth before he chases it down with a bottle of now luke-warm water. No unwanted babies on his watch. 

He pulls out a bag of wipes next, “One of you make yourselves useful and get the cum out of my hair.” he grumbles out, more of a demand than anything, as he pulls his soiled top over his head. Jeongguk takes the pack of wipes, doing his best to get any questionable white streaks from his red hair, while Hoseok cleans up his ruined lower region. 

“So um are things going to change? Like, are you still gonna be here on Tuesdays?” Jimin asks while playing with his fingers.

Hoseok coos, “Aww, gonna miss me if I leave?” He says with a mocking pout as he get’s rid of the sticky residue all over his face, “The answer is no, I like this job, if you can call it that, a little too much. I like the anonymity, and pleasing others.” He answers honestly, “The money is also a nice touch.” He quickly adds.  

“I got as much as I could out, but I personally think you should shave your head.” Jeongguk says, tossing the wipe in the garbage can. 

Hoseok stands as he removes his skirt too, letting it drop to the floor. After what happened today, he didn’t mind them seeing him naked, “You’re a gem, Jeongguk, thank you.” He hums, now changing into his more comfy tracksuit, folding up his mess of a uniform and placing it in his backpack. “Let’s do this again sometime,” He grins, “maybe without your extra friend next time.” He winks as he leaves the bathroom, walking with a slight limp back to his dorm to scrub himself clean atleast a million times to get rid of the petri dish created on him tonight. 

There was one lingering question Hoseok had to figure out; how would he continue to indulge in his secret services with his identity being blown? But that was a problem for another day, a problem that added just another layer to his fun. 

Once again, he slept like a baby, any discomfort pushed away for tomorrow’s red-haired whore to handle.