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Taehyung gulped as he hesitantly opened the door to the entrance of the building, eyes scanning the hallways for anyone.
But it was deserted, the campus lacking life seeing as it was already late in the afternoon and many students practically ran home when the last bell rang.
But unfortunately for Taehyung, he had to stay like all the other athletes currently practicing in the field.
Taehyung was a cheerleader, a pretty, blonde haired one with long tan legs and a thin waist with curvy hips.
The other girls on the squad were probably already on the field stretching alongside the track.
Meanwhile the football team would be throwing passes to each other while talking to some of the girls.
But Taehyung had been held back, mind going back to lunchtime when it all happened.
He had initially joined the squad with the intentions of being the captain.
His late mother had been so at her previous school, and he felt like he owed it to her to do the same.
To have an accomplishment in common and to feel more connected to her.
It had been his ultimate goal and dream yet when he joined, there was obviously already another girl in the position he desired.
He had only joined his junior year and senior year had just started a few weeks back, therefore he was eager to win the spot.
But unfortunately for him there was obviously competition among the girls as to who would take the spot.
Tryouts were still going on and Taehyung was eager to show his abilities and skills to the coach who was the one in charge of deciding who took what position.
But their school for some odd reason decided it would be okay to put an older, chubbier male coach as their supervisor.
Taehyung wasn't very fond of him, seeing as he felt like the man wasn't qualified to teach them things.
He was far too old and, in his opinion, a slob.
He would sit in the shade by the track with a clipboard and tell the current captain to start stretches.
He always disregarded the girls when they told him they got hurt and just yesterday he yelled at a girl during tryouts because she couldn't do the splits.
Taehyung had gone earlier that day to his office during lunch time, hoping that he could evoke pity with his mother's situation and hopefully the coach would see him as a potential cheer captain.
The conversation did not go as Taehyung had expected.
As of currently Taehyung walked into the faculty building where all the teachers had their offices.
It was already late in the evening so most of them had already gone home, making him even more nervous for what he was about to do.
He was nervous to say the least as he pushed the button for the third and final floor, hallway empty with no sign of life.
He had just changed into his cheer uniform, hoping the girls had figured he wasn't joining and moved on without him.
He had a feeling he would be there all evening anyway.
When he finally got to the coach's door, he was nervously tugging at his skirt before knocking on the door.
All the other doors in the hallway were closed with a sign that read that the teachers office hours were over and had already gone home for the day.
Almost immediately the door in front of him opened and he was greeted by the sight of the coach smirking.
Taehyung slowly walked in before the coach closed the door behind him and he heard the lock being placed.
"Glad you thought about what we discussed." he began as Taehyung walked further into the small room.
He was quite literally shaking, nervous and hesitant to say the least.
Would it be worth it?
For his mother to be proud of him?
He could feel the coach's beady eyes on him as he stared at the floor blankly, a shiver crawling up his spine at the next words.
"Don't look so upset, Taehyung. Your mother would be proud of you if you got the position, correct?"
Taehyung weakly nodded, vomit threatening to rise in his throat when the man approached him and breathed down his neck.
He felt lips against the shell of his ear before there were lips trailing down to his neck, placing hot open-mouthed kisses to his skin.
He quite literally held his breath as his hands remained frozen at his sides, eyes closed shut as he slowly moved his head to the side.
A hum of approval left the man's lips before there was a hand on his hip, making Taehyung's breathing hitch.
Their cheer uniform top modestly covered their chest which restricted where his nasty lips could reach but his hands made up for him.
Taehyung felt a meaty hand settle on his leg before moving up his smooth thigh, gripping the flesh sensually.
His breath smelled like vinegar, making Taehyung cringe when he kissed up his throat.
It went on for a few more minutes before he was patting Taehyung's thigh, "Over the desk."
Taehyung gulped as he hesitantly began to walk over to the coach's desk, seeing as it was cleared of all paper and materials.
He must have known he would come, Taehyung thought.
He felt disgusted in himself for being manipulated in such way, but he was desperate.
He would do anything for his mother.
"On your stomach." he muttered as Taehyung slowly leaned onto the table and pushed his body to where his legs were just hanging off.
He felt extremely exposed already, head turned to the side so his cheek rested on the cool wood.
He heard shuffling around before there were hands prying his legs apart, making him clench his eyes shut tightly.
His skirt was slowly being lifted to pool around his waist, pale pink panties now on display.
He could hear as the coach let out a heavy breath, making Taehyung want nothing more than to close his legs.
He soon felt lips against his ass cheeks, placing a kiss to the thick skin.
He would take his time with him, Taehyung just knew he would prolong his suffering.
He was slowly sliding his palms over the thick gloves, mocking hums leaving his lips.
Taehyung was staring blankly at the door straight ahead, hands uselessly at his sides.
A little too soon the coach was playing with the waistband of his panties, slowly beginning to pull them down.
Taehyung weakly lifted his hips to make the process easier, letting out a tiny huff when the man let out a breathy laugh.
The soft material was soon slid down his legs and thrown to the floor, leaving him exposed to the man.
He was shivering despite it being mid-August, not aware of when the man took out his phone and began recording.
The only indication was the sound of the start button being pressed, making Taehyung furrow his brows.
"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to share it with anyone. It's just for me to enjoy later." he let out a chuckle like it was something funny.
Taehyung was in absolutely no position to argue, deciding the man wouldn't be stupid enough to risk his job by sharing the video.
But he was suddenly all too aware of the camera being placed up close to his pussy, filming the way he was laid out of the desk with his legs spread like a whore.
He heard shuffling as the man walked away for a second to presumably set up the camera at an angle before returning his full attention to Taehyung.
Taehyung could hear his blood pumping in his ears as he waited for the man to do something.
And when he finally felt hot breath against his cunt, he was anxious.
He flinched harshly the second a warm tongue ran flat up his pink pussy lips.
The man was holding his ass cheeks apart, a wicked laugh leaving his lips as he ran his rough tongue against his entrance.
Taehyung was practically seeing white, toes curling at the pleasure that coursed through his body.
A whimper threatened to fall from his lips as he tried arching his back.
"You taste so sweet." he murmured as he dived back in, this time aggressively stuffing his face against his folds.
Taehyung couldn't hold in his cries, fingers gripping the edges of the table tightly as his eyes watered.
The coach showed no intention of stopping, grip tight around his ass cheeks as he ate him out roughly.
Taehyung mewled loudly when he sucked on his pussy, a broken whimper leaving his lips.
He continued to do so for another ten minutes, making Taehyung squirm uncomfortably as he played with his folds using his tongue.
The boy already felt so tired and worn out, yet they hadn't even done what he had come for.
For a few seconds he felt nothing, making him sigh in relief that he was getting a break.
But then the coach was moving to pick up the camera again, filming as he rubbed a thumb over Taehyung's spit covered pussy.
He pressed his fat thumb over his clit and rubbed, making Taehyung whine softly.
He was now more than wet, making the coach hiss at the warmth that enveloped him as he sunk in his thumb.
He was recording on his phone as he slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in, playing with Taehyung's juices and pushing in his own spit.
"it's okay, you can moan all you want. I made sure the hallway was empty before you got here." The coach was speaking as he placed the camera down again at an angle.
He was slowly palming Taehyung's entire pussy with his hand, making Taehyung moan as he began to rub quickly.
And then he was pushing a middle finger in, hissing when Taehyung clenched around him.
He pushed it until he was knuckle deep before pulling it out and adding another one.
Taehyung felt disgusted in himself when he found himself feeling pleasure, body betraying him by getting even more wet.
He bit his lip harshly when the tips of his fingers brushed against his prostate, making him gasp loudly.
The coach let out a laugh, knowing exactly what he was doing when he pressed against in again, fingering him roughly.
When he finally did pull his fingers out, they were soaking wet making him smirk as he licked his fingers.
"Such a little slut, you're so fucking wet from my fingers." he mocked, making Taehyung shiver in disgust.
Taehyung's eyes turned blank the second he heard clothes hitting the floor, watching as a pair of XX-Large basketball shorts and underwear fell to the floor beside him.
"Move back a little bit." he muttered as he gripped Taehyung's hips and pulled him a little off the desk so that he could easily penetrate him from behind.
Taehyung did so, feeling as the man pushed his thighs apart and placed a hand on his back, instructing him to arch his back.
Taehyung pressed his cheek once again against the now warm desk.
The hand on his back was still there as Taehyung assumed he was gripping his own cock with the other.
For a second, he was glad he didn't have to look at it, yet it didn't matter because he could now feel the heaviness against his entrance, and it was much worse.
There was something tickling his, making him swallow harshly to not vomit at the thought of his disgusting pubic hair.
A lone tear fell down his cheek when he began to feel the man's cock slowly rubbing between his folds.
It was hot, possibly leaking precum and that was when Taehyung realized he was going to fuck him raw.
A low groan left the coach's lips as he continued coating his hard cock with Taehyung's juices, not pressing in yet.
Taehyung whimpered softly when at the feeling, unable to stop himself when he weakly tried pushing back.
"You like that? You like it when I play with your pussy?" the coach laughed, rubbing his shaft between Taehyung's lips.
Taehyung simply responded with a pitiful sob, lewd sounds filling his ears due to how fucking wet he was.
When the coach was finally pressing in, Taehyung hated to admit he was grateful.
He cursed lowly as he sunk into him, warm walls immediately enveloping his cock as Taehyung moaned loudly.
He felt so full, unconsciously clenching around the fat cock inside of him.
There was practically drool falling down the side of his mouth as the man groaned at the tightness.
"You feel so good." he breathed, gripping Taehyung's hips tightly.
The boy could only shiver in response, small whimpers leaving his lips as the coach remained still.
He was already balls deep, Taehyung could feel the hair against his skin.
"Tell me Taehyung. Did your mother do this to get her position as well?" he mocked as he pulled out before pushing back in.
Taehyung gasped loudly at the feeling, a cry leaving his lips as his thighs quivered.
When he finally registered his words, he was too emotional to respond.
He simply began to cry as the man picked up his pace, fucking him against the desk as Taehyung spread his legs and took it.
"How does this feel Taehyung? How does my cock feel in your pussy?" he grunted as he slammed himself back inside as Taehyung's body pushed forward at the sudden force.
When Taehyung didn't respond he let out a low laugh, a nasty smirk on his lips as he spoke again.
"Think of this as an interview for the position, now answer me. How does it feel?" He repeated, making Taehyung feel humiliated and ashamed as he gulped harshly before willing himself to speak up.
"G-Good, it feels good." He whimpered when he stuttered due to a powerful thrust.
The sound of skin on skin was deafening in the small room, Taehyung could just imagine how his ass was bouncing off his cock and how much the man must be enjoying it.
He had practically given up at that point, realizing that what he had feared was already happening and he could do nothing but take it.
"Yeah, you like being stuffed with your coach's cock?" he spoke, snapping his hips forward as he held onto Taehyung's right shoulder for leverage.
"Mhm." Taehyung cried weakly; eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head.
"You want to be a cheer captain so fucking bad that you're willing to spread your legs for anyone who asks?" he grunted as he increased his speed, Taehyung's body limply following his thrusts.
"Y-Yes!" he moaned out, hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead.
It was sudden, just as Taehyung could feel the heat in his stomach and his thighs tried clenching shut, the coach pulled out.
Taehyung couldn't help the desperate whine that left his lips as he was left clenching around nothing.
His pussy was now loose, muscles trying so hard to grip onto something, anything.
"Get up." he muttered as Taehyung shakily got off the table and stood on two feet.
His legs were wobbly, and his knees were weak, yet he did as he was told.
Taehyung stood silently as he watched the coach grab his desk chair and take it over by the window.
The window was like those long ones that went from top to bottom.
Taehyung couldn't help noticing the sunset looked beautiful from up there.
He came out of his thoughts when he realized the coach sat in his office chair facing out of the window.
"Come here." he smirked nastily, patting his naked thigh as his cock stood hard between his legs.
Taehyung slowly waddled over, holding the skirt up as the man turned him around so he faced out the window.
Once again Taehyung was grateful that he did not have to look at his face, body quivering as the coach positioned him above his cock.
The grip on his hips was tight as he began to slowly sink down, mouth agape as he clenched his eyes shut at the feeling.
The new position felt like he was pushing even deeper into him, making Taehyung moan softly when he was finally stuffed to the brim.
"Take a look out into the field. Look at all the girls down there working their asses off while you fuck yourself on my cock and get the easy way out." he mocked him for his decisions.
Taehyung couldn't help doing as he said, looking down to where the cheerleaders were practicing a routine.
The football players were almost done with practice it seemed, the sky darkening with every passing second.
"Ah." he cried out as he began to slowly pick himself up before dropping down.
His legs were wide open as he bounced up and down on the coach's cock.
He didn't even complain when his top was being removed as well as his skirt, leaving him completely naked.
And as he fucked himself on the man's cock, he felt lips on his back as a meaty hand settled on his flat stomach.
Taehyung couldn't help glancing around the field below, watching as a familiar raven-haired male shook his sweaty hair out of his eyes.
He had always thought the male was handsome, eyes piercing and muscles bulging.
He had caught him staring a few times when their practice times would match up, both sneaking glances across the field.
But now as Taehyung stared down at him, realizing that while the male could be possibly looking for him, he was busy being fucked by his own coach.
He didn't realize when the first tear fell, hips still rolling as lips pressed against his spine.
Almost immediately he was glancing away from the handsome male who was unaware that he was being watched.
Instead, he looked up at the sky, beautiful shades of pinks and purples filling the sky.
He didn't even realize when a loud whorish moan left his lips, bouncing faster on the man.
A hand soon snaked around his waist before a finger was rubbing his clit roughly.
He practically fell apart at the sensation, leaning back against the coach's shoulder with a scream.
Lips sucked on the side of his neck as he rubbed his sensitive clit.
Taehyung wanted to clench his legs shut but he was unable to, tears sliding down his face.
"You like this angle better? Like sitting on my cock?" he grunted in his ear as Taehyung rocked his hips weakly.
"Y-Yes!" he gasped, face scrunched up in pleasure.
The man was then pushing him off, making Taehyung nearly scream in disappointment.
Instead, the coach wanted Taehyung to face him, the cheerleader now not so hesitant.
He gripped the man's aching cock as he guided it to his pussy, pushing the thick head against his entrance.
The coach's face was red, possibly the most amount of exercise he had done in a while.
Taehyung held onto his shoulder as the cock nestled between his cheeks.
Almost immediately both of the man's hands settled on his ass, squeezing the flesh.
Taehyung bit his lip when the coach's lips wrapped around his nipple, making him mewl softly.
He was pushing Taehyung's ass cheeks together to cover his cock from sight as he fucked up into him.
This time Taehyung couldn't stop himself from sobbing out a weak, "C-Coach!"
It seemed to fuel him to go faster, lips sucking on Taehyung's sensitive bud.
Taehyung whined loudly when the man suddenly stopped before reaching over to grab his phone.
He leaned it against the desk by the window in order to get a good view as he fucked up into Taehyung.
The camera would be able to see as his cock disappeared into Taehyung's pussy, sweaty balls slapping against his skin.
And the cheerleader just took it.
His moans bounced off the walls, but he didn't care anymore.
He continued to fuck him on his lap until he eventually grew tired.
The sun was practically gone from the sky and Taehyung couldn't see out the window anymore, but he was sure everyone had already gone home.
He kissed Taehyung's shoulder messily before getting up from the chair, still inside of him as Taehyung whimpered.
He fucked him against the table slowly, Taehyung's legs wrapped around his waist.
He was on his back, facing the coach as he arched his back prettily and scrunched up his face.
"I'm so close," the coach hissed, sweat dripping down his forehead and face red.
The room smelled like his body odor, sweat, and sex.
Taehyung felt hot and the room was stuffy.
He could no longer see the night sky due to how bad the window fogged up.
"Scream for me." he smirked, feeling as Taehyung still gripped his cock desperately.
Taehyung wanted to resist; body tired yet he was so close too. He could feel the heat in his belly, slowly pushing him towards the edge.
And with less hesitation, he screamed loudly before a stream of tears fell down his cheeks.
He fell apart, thighs quivering and body convulsing lightly.
At the same time the coach pounded into him before he was grunting loudly and then warmth.
Taehyung felt incredible warmth inside of him, making him choke on his own spit.
He was blankly staring at the ceiling, hot breath on his neck as the coach leaned over him.
He was still milking himself dry like some sort of bull, heavy breathing in Taehyung's ear.
Taehyung could feel his semen spreading inside of him, filling him with his seed.
He felt disgusting when he felt the man slowly pulling out.
Taehyung didn't move an inch as he laid on the desk, legs spread and mind elsewhere.
He wasn't even fully aware when the man walked over to the camera and positioned it right in front of his swollen cunt.
He recorded as his release spilled out of him, white thick substance trickling out of his folds.
Taehyung was whimpering softly to himself as the coach brought the camera to his face.
His cheeks were flushed, and his bottom lip was bleeding.
His eyes were swollen, and dried tears remained on his cheeks.
The coach finally turned off the camera before throwing his phone on the desk chair.
"That was fun." he spoke smugly, eyeing Taehyung who blinked up at the ceiling.
"Let me get that for you." he laughed as he pushed back in the cum falling out of Taehyung's pussy.
A small sound of discomfort left Taehyung's lips at the repeated penetration.
The coach eventually got fully dressed as Taehyung laid practically frozen on the table.
His legs were now closed yet he didn't bother to wipe the semen now dripping down his thighs.
The coach laughed at his fucked-out state before smugly helping Taehyung get dressed.
He didn't bother wiping him down, wanting him to get home with cum all over himself like the cockslut he was.
He pulled Taehyung's panties over his legs, instantly wetting them as they settled around his hips.
Taehyung didn't comment anything, the only sign that he was uncomfortable was the scrunch in his nose.
Once his cheer uniform was back on, he stood stiffly in the center of the room.
"If it makes you feel any better, you have been my favorite." he spoke like it should make him feel better about it.
Taehyung couldn't help but think if all the previous captains had been in his exact position.
His eyes filled with embarrassment and shame as he eyed the floor.
"I'll even drive you home." he offered, trying to act kind after everything he had done.
Taehyung was in no position to argue as he followed the man out of his office.
The air in the hallway was fresh and clean, making him sigh deeply.
He wanted to cry when he realized he was sore and walking with a limp, cheeks burning when the coach chuckled and pressed the button for the elevator.
The car ride home was silent as taehyung told him his address.
And when he finally dropped him off, he was gripping Taehyung's thigh tightly.
"Swing by my office tomorrow after school for your new uniform." he said.
And Taehyung should have been happy.
But instead, he was filled with guilt and shame for what he had done.
He weakly nodded before getting off the car.
He managed to limp towards his house, feeling a pair of beady eyes on him.
The coach's eyes were predatory as Taehyung got off his car, leaving a wet stain on his leather seat.
The thought of his own cum still spilling out of his little pussy was exhilarating.
And as he watched him walk to his door, the sight of his limp was mouthwatering.
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The following day Taehyung avoided everyone at all costs.
He wore an oversized sweater despite it being in the middle of a heat wave, hood on and hands in his pockets.
When he finally made it through the day, his stomach was filled with anxiety.
After he had gotten home the previous day, he had immediately taken a hot shower.
He scrubbed until his skin felt raw and cried until his eyes burned.
He could still remember as he put the shower head against his swollen cunt to empty out the remaining semen.
Even as he had laid in his bed, he couldn't shake off the feeling of his hands on him.
His disgusting lips against his skin and his perverted questions.
Taehyung pressed the elevator button up to the third floor, body filled with fear and possibly Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
There was no practice that day, so the school was dead.
He didn't see a soul in sight, and he didn't expect to.
He hesitantly knocked on the door before the coach opened it with a sick smile.
"You're here so early. Eager?" he lifted his brows as if to refer to a double meaning.
Taehyung didn't reply, simply gave him the silent treatment.
Just like before he let him in, closing the after himself and unbeknownst to Taehyung, locking it.
Taehyung glanced around the room with a frown on his face at the memories, hands hugging his frame as he waited for his new captain uniform.
The coach slowly walked over behind his desk and opened a drawer before taking out the new clothes.
Taehyung stood up straighter at the sight, feeling like after everything, he had finally accomplished something.
The coach eyed him as he walked over with the folded clothes in hand, making taehyung reach out for them.
But much to his confusion and disappointment the coach pulled the clothes out of reach with a sick laugh.
He was taunting him as he spoke, "You didn't actually think you'd just be coming for the uniform right?"
Taehyung felt his heart sink at his words, feeling like a fool for even believing for a second that it was over.
"Oh no, darling. I'm going to need you to model the uniform for me." he looked at Taehyung expectantly, already knowing that Taehyung would agree.
He had already gone too far, done too much to step back and give up.
And with that he was slowly removing his clothes upon the coach's request.
The man simply sat back in his desk chair, phone in hand as he recorded Taehyung stripping naked with only his panties on.
Taehyung willed himself to stay strong, eyes filling with tears, but he did not allow himself to cry.
He put on a brave front as he began to put on the new uniform.
And suddenly he didn't feel as confident and happy as he thought he would once he accomplished his goal.
Instead, he felt dirty and used, eyes refusing to look at the camera recording him.
"Come here." he murmured, eyes lustfully glancing at the small uniform which he purposely ordered a size too small.
The skirt was tiny, barely over his ass and the shirt was tight around his chest.
Taehyung slowly walked over, hands awkwardly at his sides as the coach harshly pulled his panties down in one go.
Taehyung let out a yelp at the roughness, thighs clenched shut but it was useless.
The coach carelessly rubbed his fingers over his pretty pussy lips before removing his hand.
Instead, he placed his face besides the swell of his ass as he held Taehyung's skirt up and kiss his bare ass cheek.
Taehyung stayed still, face void of emotion as the coach harshly tried to bite into the thick flesh.
The sound of a camera going off filled his ears and Taehyung realized he was having a photoshoot.
The coach took a picture of himself biting into Taehyung's ass cheek, sick smile on his lips as he took several pictures that way.
He cupped the swell of his ass before flashing a picture of the pretty cheer uniform over Taehyung's ass.
"Perfect." he muttered to himself as he looked over the pictures.
"On your back, on the desk." he instructed as he slapped Taehyung's ass quite harshly.
He immediately forced him to spread his legs before pushing his middle finger into his swollen cunt, phone snapping a picture displaying the penetration.
"There it is, ease it in there." he grunted to himself as Taehyung tried to zone out.
"You like the new uniform?" he asked as he lifted his phone higher to take a picture of Taehyung laying on the table in his uniform and legs spread as he got fingered.
When Taehyung didn't answer he sighed loudly before he was speaking again, "Fine since I'm feeling generous, I'll have you sucking my cock."
Taehyung forced himself to show no emotion as he got off the desk, forcing himself to drop to his knees in front of him.
Within seconds the coach was eagerly dropping his basketball shorts, red cock springing free.
He pumped himself a few times before pushing it towards Taehyung's lips.
The boy hesitantly parted his lips enough to taste the tip, immediately wanting to vomit at the smell of sweat and body odor that wafted from him.
Not to mention his precum was salty and sour, making him scrunch up his nose.
He could feel the camera on him as he began to slowly take him into his mouth.
A loud groan left the coach's lips once he was settled deep down Taehyung's throat, pubic hair tickling his nose.
Taehyung gagged around his length, seeing flashes all around him as he began to bob his head.
He hated every lasting second of it, staying still as he fucked his mouth harshly.
He was fisting Taehyung's hair harshly as he forced more of his cock down his throat, loud grunts leaving his lips.
And when he finally came inside Taehyung's mouth, he forced him to open his mouth before swallowing.
He snapped a picture of his cum on Taehyung's tongue as tears streamed down his cheeks.
Taehyung swallowed the entire load afterwards, horrible taste lingering in his mouth.
After much contemplating for the next picture, he decided he wanted Taehyung to do the splits on his dick.
He set up the camera before sitting down on the floor and waiting for Taehyung to do the splits before sinking down.
It was easy for the cheerleader, slowly dropping down onto a split but only this time he was being impaled by a hard cock.
The coach was recording it as it happened, the new cheer captain doing the splits on his dick.
Taehyung couldn't hold in the pleasured gasp, mini skirt barely covering his bare ass allowing the camera to see how perfectly he settled onto the man.
The coach kissed Taehyung's jaw after he felt like they got enough shots of him splitting.
He allowed Taehyung to close his legs but remain sitting on his cock.
They were still on the ground as the coach instructed Taehyung for the next pose.
"I want you to look back at the camera as you bounce on my cock." he told him as he set up the phone to take multiple pictures at once.
Taehyung began to weakly obey, head looking back at the camera as he pressed his hands against the coach's chest before picking himself up and dropping back down.
He was able to see the moment the camera captured him in the middle of sinking back down, eyes rolled back pleasure.
The coach's hand was resting on his waist while the other settled on his ass.
He could see the way his toes curled and his back instinctively arched.
"Alright that's good." the coach spoke, making Taehyung believe that he was done.
He was about to slip off his cock when the coach was holding him down, eyes disapproving.
"Now who said we were done? You already started the job might as well finish it." he laughed, smacking Taehyung's ass roughly to get him to start moving again.
In the end he was too much of a coward to speak up and refuse.
So, he did as he was told, watching as the coach placed his phone between his legs so that he could capture the penetration and the way his cock disappeared behind Taehyung's fat ass.
The camera was able to pick up the wetness of every thrust, the way Taehyung rocked his hips ever so slightly and the way his pussy accommodated to the aching cock inside of him.
When the coach came for the second time that evening, he was giving him a creampie, whispering disgusting dirty words in Taehyung's ear as he held him down onto his dick.
Taehyung whimpered softly as tears filled his eyes, the head of his cock pressing into his prostate and making him want to squirm but unable to do so.
He filled taehyung up with his seed once again, camera capturing as the coach wrapped an arm around his waist and forced him to remain there until he had milked himself dry.
He would shallowly thrust up into him, camera able to pick up small whines and cries that left the cheerleader.
"Just a little bit longer, that's it. Fuck you're clenching so hard." he grunted as Taehyung's body clenched around him, hugging his cock as he pumped his stomach full of his seed.
He could feel the man's cock twitching inside of him still, making taehyung shiver against him.
"Slowly get off." he instructed when he finally felt like he was done.
Taehyung sighed in relief as he slowly picked himself up before sliding off him.
Immediately wetness leaked down his inner thighs, making him clench them together tightly to stop it but it only made it worse.
It sounded so wet and gushy when he pressed his legs together, even more cum trickling out as the man rushed to grab his camera.
"You made such a mess." he hummed as he recorded Taehyung spasming for a few seconds.
"Fuck- I filled you up so good." he muttered to himself as he zoomed in on the sticky mess between Taehyung's folds.
"Are we finished now?" Taehyung rasped out, voice raw from crying out and screaming.
"I've got to admit Taehyung, there's something about you that makes me want to not let go." he began, humming to himself.
"Everyone has gone home for the day, how about we go shoot some pictures outside?" he said curiously, pretending to think about it before dragging Taehyung towards the door.
He had already thrown on his basketball shorts without bothering with his underwear.
Meanwhile Taehyung barely managed to pull the skirt down over his naked ass.
He didn't even realize he had left his panties behind until they entered the elevator.
It was already dark out, making Taehyung wonder just how long it had really been.
His bare pussy made wet sounds every time he took a step, making him cringe as cum fell down his leg.
The hallways were dead, and the dim light shone above them as they stopped and went into the locker rooms.
The coach hummed as he led Taehyung to the shower stalls, forcing him in before closing the door to the entrance and locking it behind him.
The coach set up the camera before they both stripped and took a shower together.
Taehyung shivered as he was slammed against the wall and forced to lift his leg up enough for the coach to slip inside.
He was kissing Taehyung's neck and collarbones as he fucked him slowly against the wall.
Taehyung grunted softly with every thrust, hot water cascading down his body.
Coach snapped his hips forward, holding Taehyung's leg up for easier access.
He did not end up coming in the shower, simply fucked him until the water ran cold.
He made Taehyung walk out until they were in front of the sinks.
They were still soaking wet and naked as he stood in front of the mirror and forced him to pose for a picture.
Taehyung's back was to the mirror as his fat ass was on display.
He was leaning his head on coach's shoulder like he had been instructed to do, feeling a hand wrap around his waist and settle on his ass.
The coach took several mirror pictures, showing off how Taehyung's body was his.
He made him arch his back further and turn to the side lightly as he cupped the swell of his ass before snapping a picture.
Afterwards he slapped Taehyung's ass cheeks several times in front of the mirror for his own amusement.
The skin was quickly turning red as the flesh jiggled with every harsh smack.
Taehyung was fighting back tears, feeling relieved when coach rubbed the abused flesh but no longer hit him.
"Took it so well." he sounded impressed.
He began to film himself through the mirror, pressing his heavy cock against Taehyung's ass as they faced the mirror.
He took his time entering him, telling Taehyung to look at himself in the mirror.
The boy wanted nothing more than to close his eyes, but they remained open, eyes staring at his own reflection.
His cheeks were red, and eyes were bloodshot as the man thrusted in roughly, making Taehyung blink back at his reflection.
"Such a slut, look at yourself. Look how good you take my cock." he smirked, meaty hand placed flat on Taehyung's stomach as he pulled him closer.
"Do you have any idea how many times I snuck in here to see you girls showering and changing? Wanted nothing more than to lock the door and take you all."
Taehyung's face was contorted in disgust, yet he couldn't stop the small moan from slipping out.
"Look at us Taehyung. Look at me, fucking you in every corner of this school."
"I guess you're living up to the cheerleader stereotype. Fucking your superiors like a fucking cockslut." he grunted as he pushed back in.
He did end up coming after a few more thrusts, messily pulling out before he was done and squirting it between Taehyung's folds.
He kissed his shoulder with a hum, making Taehyung upset because he had just showered and now, he was dirty again.
"Come on put on your little outfit, we are going back outside." he patted Taehyung's abused ass to get him to move.
He shakily put on the stained and dirty uniform, feeling a hand pulling on his shoulder.
"Hurry up." he spoke roughly, unlocking the locker room door and pulling him out.
The field and the bleachers looked terrifying at night, making Taehyung shiver and hurry along after the man.
They ended up back in his office, making Taehyung grateful that it was almost over.
"Can I change now?" taehyung asked as he began to pick up his hoodie from the floor.
"Yeah whatever." he waved him off as he looked through his phone, obviously looking at the pictures and videos.
Once he was finished, he stood awkwardly with his dirty new uniform in hand.
A few seconds passed of silence as the coach focused on his phone before letting out a loud sigh.
"Why are you still standing there?" he barked out.
"Can I leave?" Taehyung mumbled.
"Be my guest." he smirked as he motioned for the door.
Taehyung was already bolting towards the door before his name was called out.
"Enjoy the new position, you earned it."