Archery Practice

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong
Relationship: Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk
Character: Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja's Company
Additional Tags: School, Teacher-Student Relationship, Exhibitionism, Sex Toys Under
Clothing, Age Difference, Dom/sub Undertones, Teasing, Dirty Talk,
Nipple Play, KDJ is YJH's pretty little slut, Pretty Kim Dokja,
Cockwarming, OOC, Anal Gaping, YJH is hung, Alternate Universe, Plot
What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Language: English
Collections: Anonymous
Stats: Published: 2022-10-09 Words: 4256

Archery Practice
by Anonymous

Summary

Kim Dokja's kyudo coach, Yoo Junghyuk, gives him extra morning practice with personal
coaching. Kim Dokja finds it to be more hands-on than he anticipated.

School AU where KDJ is a kyudo club member and YJH is the kyudo coach.

Notes

kyudo = japanese archery

kyudogi = the upper half of a typical kyudo uniform (white, similar appearance to karate
uniforms)
hakama = the bottom half of a typical kyudo uniform (dark blue, samurai pants looking
things)

enjoy the filth i spawned into existence

See the end of the work for more notes

"Sir…" Kim Dokja begins with a quiver to his voice. "H-how is this supposed to help my
archery?"
He's splayed out in the kyudo hall, hands and knees flat against the wooden floorboards with his
ass up in the air. He's wearing the hakama Yoo Junghyuk, his coach, had handed him when he
arrived, but this one has a slit starting from just a couple inches below his waist and runs down the
rest of the hakama, exposing practically the entire length of his left leg.

Yoo Junghyuk doesn't respond and simply places his large palm against the back of his thigh. It's a
very gentle thing, as he carefully slides up and up until the tips of his fingers are nudging the flesh
of his cheeks, leaving a cold wet trail of lube. The fingers beneath his hakama begin to wander
further towards the middle, and with a quiet gasp, Kim Dokja feels his ass cheeks being spread
with little warning.

He's barely been touched but just from that one hand, he's already beginning to be undone. His
thighs are quivering in anticipation for what is to come and his arms supporting him up are weak.
A single, chilled finger slides between his ass and presses against his hole, which twitches in
response. He can't help but lean back further, arching his ass even higher up for Yoo Junghyuk to
access, and spread his knees against the wooden floor wider.

His breathing is no longer even as he utters out a simple plea. "Yoo Junghyuk…"

Behind him, Kim Dokja hears Yoo Junghyuk let out a deep chuckle, and feels his nails graze his
entrance as the man curls his finger. "So eager to have my finger, hm, Kim Dokja?" He murmurs
darkly.

Kim Dokja is wriggling his ass in desperate search for the tip of his finger, pushing back and
swaying as he looks for something to insert in his twitching asshole. "N-no…"

"A-ah!" With no preamble, he is penetrated, Yoo Junghyuk's finger steadily sliding into him until
he has reached his knuckles. Kim Dokja's inner walls clench tight in delight and before he knows
it, he's rocking his hips, trying to drive his finger deeper.

"No, not just one, it's not enough," Kim Dokja mewls, turning back for the first time to face his
lover.

Yoo Junghyuk's eyes are glazed and his cheeks are just a shade darker than usual, much like Kim
Dokja himself. However, the older man quickly schools his expression back to that infuriating
smile that shows nothing, and hums, non-committal. "Okay." And in an instant, the finger in him is
gone. Kim Dokja gasps at the sudden loss, his hole quivering and twitching for something to wrap
around once more. He vaguely hears the snap of the lube cap opening as Yoo Junghyuk carefully
applies more lube onto his fingers, but Kim Dokja doesn't have the patience to wait any longer.

"Hurry up, Yoo Junghyuk, I can handle it so just hurry–ah!" Kim Dokja is interrupted by the
protrusion of three fingers pressing against his hole. He jerks his hips backwards to receive the
digits into him, hissing with pleasure as they come down to meet him, spreading him wider and
deeper and simply more.

"So unappreciative," Yoo Junghyuk says with disapproval as he shoves his fingers in and out of
him with increasing aggressiveness. "Maybe I should punish you."

"Yoo Ju–nng! Hyu–ah! Please p-punish me!" Kim Dokja stutters out with a wail, the cadence of his
speech interrupted by each rhythmic thrust.

His fingers dive in and out of him, only the lewd squelches of lube in his hole and Kim Dokja's
occasional short keens discernable in his haze of arousal. Just as he expects the fingers to plunge
deep into him once more, they draw out entirely from him. His asshole is left gaping with loss and
Kim Dokja ducks his head until his forehead hits the wooden boards with a dull thunk as he lets out
a cry. "Yoo Junghyuk, what are you doing?"

There's a pause, and then some rustling and fiddling of something behind him. "Punishing you."

He feels Yoo Junghyuk's hands slip under his hakama from that slit again, but instead of his
fingers, he feels a solid and shockingly cold object pressed against him. It's pushed into him, and he
feels the width of the object growing larger towards the center, his hole stretching just a little bit
further to fit it all in before the rest of it is swallowed up easily. From its shape, Kim Dokja could
tell it was an anal bead. Three more of similar shapes follow, each one larger than the previous
until he feels pressed against the very top of his walls and spread absolutely gaping wide. He's on
his forearms now, hands no longer capable of support, and his waist tilted even higher up in the air.
His hole burns from being stretched, but it's a pleasant burn, and he feels so filled and big inside.

"You did so well, Kim Dokja," Yoo Junghyuk murmurs behind him, gently holding his upper thigh
before twisting the object in him once. Kim Dokja yells as his insides feel like they've overturned
somehow and by the time he's recovered, Yoo Junghyuk no longer has his hand slipped under his
hakama.

"Stand up, Kim Dokja." His voice is gentle, but so forceful underneath.

"S-stand?" Kim Dokja repeats in disbelief. He turns to look at Yoo Junghyuk to make sure he didn't
mishear.

The older man is standing behind him, arms crossed against his broad chest as he looks at Kim
Dokja with an expectant smile.

Kim Dokja sits up and feels the object in him shift and just brush his sweet spot, shocking him into
releasing a sinful mewl. He glances up at Yoo Junghyuk, whose eyes have narrowed and smile has
widened into something less innocent. Suddenly spurred on, in one smooth movement, he forces
himself onto his feet, feeling his innards rearrange around the toy in him.

"Good boy," Yoo Junghyuk intones, his deep voice even and approving. Kim Dokja feels heat rush
into his cheeks, down to his neck as warm pleasure engulfs him from a simple praise. "Now," Yoo
Junghyuk says as he checks the time, "the other club members are coming soon so we should start
setting up."

The business-like tone and that perfectly serious face is like a splash of cold water. "Wh-what?"
But he just got the object in him and barely did anything but a couple fingers! "But what about…"

Yoo Junghyuk tilts his head, clueless. "What about what? Oh, this?" He asks, innocuous, as he
approaches Kim Dokja and slips under the hakama with ease and taps the tip of the toy protruding
from Kim Dokja's stretched asshole, causing Kim Dokja to reflexively jerk and let out an
embarrassing squeak. "Well I never said you could take it out, did I?" Yoo Junghyuk smirks as he
whispers gently against Kim Dokja's ear.

He can't help but let out a whimper as his asshole twitches around the toy in arousal. "B-but the
others…and this hakama, they'll see it."

Yoo Junghyuk hums, thoughtful. "Okay. Change into your usual hakama then."

Kim Dokja almost signs in relief and begins his agonizing journey to the locker rooms before Yoo
Junghyuk stops him. "Wait. I'll get it. You stay here."

The older man heads to the locker rooms, leaving Kim Dokja standing alone with a trail of cold
lube dripping down his thigh from his stuffed asshole. He feels obscene, defiling the kyudo hall
where so many people, including himself, considers is a sacred place for kyudo. He pats around his
waist for the slit in the hakama and finds it, slipping his hand under it and cautiously feels for the
handle of the toy sticking out of his ass.

He knows Yoo Junghyuk will be back any moment, but he can't help it. He pulls it out a bit, feeling
each curvature of the toy as his hole accommodates it with ease, and then plunges it back into
himself. Kim Dokja increases his pace as his eyes shutter close, imagining it wider, hotter, and
pulsating more like Yoo Junghyuk's cock would in him. He slips his other hand into his kyudogi
and begins to play with his chest.

"So naughty, Kim Dokja," he hears Yoo Junghyuk say in his periphery with a vaguely
disapproving tone. Then suddenly right in his ear, it becomes dangerous: "Who said you could
pleasure yourself?"

Kim Dokja drops his arms, flushing deep red as he tries to control his breathing. "Sir, I just…"

He dares a glance at the older man, whose eyes are sharp and smile is cutting. Dark eyes bore into
him, his arresting gaze leaving Kim Dokja tongue-twisted.

"We need to punish bad boys, don't we?"

Kim Dokja shuts his mouth and nods obediently, feeling his cock and ass both twitch in
anticipation.

"Take off the hakama."

With trembling fingers, he finds the knot in the back and pulls it loose. Kim Dokja holds the
hakama up by the strings, hesitant.

"Go on," Yoo Junghyuk urges gently.

Kim Dokja watches Yoo Junghyuk watch him as he peels the hakama off his waist, exposing his
entire bottom half with his untouched cock standing hard and tall for attention. He hears Yoo
Junghyuk's breath catch, and sees his eyes darken as they greedily drink in the sight of him.

Kim Dokja feels warm, warmer than before, very conscious of the attention on him.

"Turn around. Let me see."

He does, leaning forward to stick his ass out and spreads his own cheeks with his fingers for Yoo
Junghyuk to see. He knows his red-rimmed hole wrapped around the toy is twitching hungrily for
friction, and is dribbling small amounts of lube like a recently used cunt.

"Beautiful."

He hears Yoo Junghyuk step toward him. He circles his arms around Kim Dokja to wrap his
normal hakama around his waist, so Kim Dokja straightens his stance in response, letting Yoo
Junghyuk tie it in the back for him.

Yoo Junghyuk helps him to the sink outside so they can wash the lube and pre-cum off their hands,
Kim Dokja's cheeks bright red as he tries to control his breathing. Yoo Junghyuk stands
unnecessarily close to him, and all Kim Dokja can think about is the fact that anyone could walk
by him with his ass stuffed to the brim beneath the hakama.
"Let's go back inside, Yoo Junghyuk," Kim Dokja manages to say with what he thinks sounds
normal.

The ends of Yoo Junghyuk's mouth curves upward into a slight smirk. "What's the rush, Kim
Dokja?"

Kim Dokja musters a glare at the older man, flushing even hotter at his teasing. Without another
word, Kim Dokja lets go of his grip on the edge of the sink that he had held on for support and
swivels around. He feels the toy in him shift again and tries to suppress his reaction to it, but he
knows he fails. He continues walking back to the kyudo hall regardless, trying to escape the public
area as quickly as possible.

Yoo Junghyuk cooperatively follows him back in, his heated gaze never leaving Kim Dokja for a
second. The moment the door is shut, Kim Dokja lets go and collapses into Yoo Junghyuk's arms,
releasing an involuntary mewl from his lips as his limbs grow weak. "Th-the others must be
coming soon, Yoo Junghyuk, quickly…"

"Quickly what?"

Growing tired of Yoo Junghyuk's games, Kim Dokja bursts out, "You know what I'm talking
about!"

"What could you be talking about?" Yoo Junghyuk asks in a tone that doesn't sound like a question
at all.

Kim Dokja's ass burns, and his insides are on fire, yearning for more heat and movement–yearning
for Yoo Junghyuk's cock. "F-fuck me with your cock, Yoo Junghyuk, I need it," he gives in,
gyrating his ass against Yoo Junghyuk's crotch in desperation.

He hears Yoo Junghyuk's breath catch, and through the hakama he feels Yoo Junghyuk knead the
end of the toy against his ass in a circular motion, rotating it in ways he couldn't do for himself.
Kim Dokja chokes out a gasp that reduces into a whimper.

"Patience, Kim Dokja," Yoo Junghyuk utters smoothly into his ear.

"Th-they're going to come any m-minute now, Yoo Junghyuk!" Kim Dokja can barely speak,
paying more mind to his ass grinding against the older man's hardened cock through their hakama.

Yoo Junghyuk puts a hand on Kim Dokja's waist, ceasing his desperate movements. "When did I
ever say I would fuck you before they came, hm?"

Kim Dokja chokes. "B-but th-the thing in me right now…"

"I never told you when you were allowed to take it out, did I?"

Kim Dokja flushes even darker, feeling even hotter from before. He steps away from Yoo
Junghyuk, turning aside to stare at him in disbelief. "Y-you mean you want me to keep this in until-
"

The clatter of the door sliding open interrupts him, and Kim Dokja immediately straightens in
place. "Huh, Kim Dokja, you're here early." It's Lee Jihye. She spots Yoo Junghyuk standing
beside him and gives him a short bow and a greeting. As she walks by Kim Dokja, she clicks her
tongue and says, "I see you've been trying to get extra coaching with Master. If that's the case, I'll
come even earlier than you starting tomorrow!"
Before Kim Dokja can dissuade her otherwise, the door slides open again, and this time it's Lee
Hyunsung, who barges in with a cheerful hand in the air in greeting. "Morning! Wow you guys are
so early! Makes me feel so motivated to work harder!" He's smiling, but it fades a bit when his
gaze lands on Kim Dokja. "Are you feeling alright? You look a bit unsteady."

Kim Dokja musters up a smile in response. "I'm fine. I didn't get much sleep last night so I'm just a
bit tired."

Lee Hyunsung gives him a once over in what Kim Dokja knows is out of concern, but his heart rate
jumpstarts in mild panic and his body feels hot all over. What if he notices something?

Lee Hyunsung simply nods and says, "If you say so. Don't push yourself too hard though and take a
break if you need to!" He gives a hearty slap on his back, and Kim Dokja has to use all of his
willpower to hold in any sound as he feels the toy in him shift at the violent movement.

Lee Hyunsung has already turned away, heading toward the locker rooms to suit up. Kim Dokja
forces himself not to turn toward Yoo Junghyuk in spite of the burning gaze he can feel on himself.
His widened hole twitches knowing this–and that Yoo Junghyuk's focus is on him today instead of
the kyudo he was normally so devoted to.

The rest of the club members eventually arrive and get set up. Kim Dokja idles around the hall
while waiting, unable to offer to help when the best he could do was simply stand still. A couple
others notice something is off with him and express their concern like Lee Hyunsung had, but he
brushes off with the same excuse. He starts to relax a fraction, getting accustomed to the sensation
of the anal beads inside him and shifting around at any slight change in posture.

Finally they are all lined up in the kyudo hall with bows in hand. Yoo Junghyuk prompts them to
begin shooting.

Kim Dokja stands as still as possible, using all of his strength just to hold his bow up while
ignoring the heavy observing gaze he knows is on him. He gets into the shooting stance, legs wide
and planted firmly on the ground–or as firm as he could with the toy stuffed inside him. His hole
clenches around the toy in this position and all Kim Dokja can do is try to keep his composure. The
team shoots a couple arrows together, each round more laborious for Kim Dokja than the previous.
The whole time, he can feel Yoo Junghyuk's burning gaze on him. His widened hole twitches
knowing this–and that Yoo Junghyuk's focus is on him today instead of the kyudo he was normally
so devoted to.

"Straighten your back, Kim Dokja," Yoo Junghyuk's voice chides from behind, closer than he was
expecting. Any sort of composure he had built up crumbles at the sound of his deep timbre in his
ear, Kim Dokja's bow dipping as his entire body suddenly feels weak. He's conscious of several
eyes turning towards him as a result of Yoo Junghyuk's attention on him.

"Kim Dokja?" Several club members question with genuine worry.

There's a rustle of movement behind him, and then Kim Dokja feels Yoo Junghyuk's wider torso
pressing against his back just ever so slightly. His thick arms wrap around him as his gentle hands
guide Kim Dokja's arms back up. The hotness pooled inside him that has sustained throughout the
entire practice feels more prominent than ever before. As Yoo Junghyuk grips his arms, the older
man shifts his leg in a way that just nudges the butt of the toy from underneath the hakama.

A shockwave of heat flashes through Kim Dokja's body from deep inside him. He lets out a hiss
and the only thing he can do is keep himself from dropping the bow.
"Is everything all right, Kim Dokja?" Yoo Junghyuk asks with rising concern as though he knew
nothing of Kim Dokja's predicament.

"I know how to hold a bow without physical guidance," Kim Dokja remarks, panting a bit from
exertion, "I don't think I'm feeling very well. May I be excused?"

Yoo Junghyuk touches Kim Dokja's forehead with the back of his hand. "You're burning up.
You're not in any condition to practice." Steady hands take hold of him and suddenly he's lifted in
the air and into Yoo Junghyuk's arms.

"Han Sooyoung, you take over the morning practice for today. Lee Jihye, put away Kim Dokja's
bow for him. I'm taking him to the infirmary."

They're in the school hallway now and because it's still hours before class starts, the hallway is
thankfully devoid of anyone except for them two. He feels even hotter than before, in Yoo
Junghyuk's arms, completely at his mercy. He lets go of himself a fraction, unable to control his
breathing anymore as he lets out short pants.

As Yoo Junghyuk carries him toward the infirmary, Kim Dokja is jostled in his arms at the
movement in his every step. He's so very conscious of the large hand grasping his thighs and lets
out a small whimper.

Yoo Junghyuk leans in close, whispering roughly in his ear, "Everyone saw how obscene you
looked today, you little whore. And I know you enjoyed it." Yoo Junghyuk squeezes his thighs
tighter, his fingers digging deeper against his skin. Kim Dokja releases a cry, shaking his head.

"You know that means I have to punish you again right?"

Kim Dokja swallows. His stuffed hole is positively throbbing now.

"Answer me, Kim Dokja. You've been a bad boy, haven't you?"

Kim Dokja rests his face against Yoo Junghyuk's broad shoulder, nodding as he says shakily, "Y-
yes sir, I've been bad."

The large hands firmly gripping his thighs and shoulder tighten in response, and knowing how Kim
Dokja is affecting Yoo Junghyuk sends a jolt of delight through him.

They reach the infirmary–Kim Dokja notes through the haze of arousal that luckily no one is there–
and Yoo Junghyuk throws him onto an empty bed.

"Ah!" Kim Dokja lets out a moan at the violent motion, the mattress hitting the base of the toy right
on target. He reaches his arms towards Yoo Junghyuk in desperation. "Sir, please…please."

The mask of calm on Yoo Junghyuk's face is nowhere to be seen now. His face is fierce and he
growls out, "Turn around, ass up for me."

Kim Dokja manages to flip over, face pressed against the pillow, and presents himself to Yoo
Junghyuk with his knees spread wide and ass raised as high as he could. He fiddles with the string
on the hakama but his clumsy fingers are ineffective. Instead, Yoo Junghyuk loosens it and yanks
the hakama off him in one smooth motion, exposing his throbbing hole and weeping cock.

He feels a finger press against his rim, spreading the ring of muscle out and making it even wider.
"So loose for me, my pretty little slut," Yoo Junghyuk rumbles out in admiration, sounding a bit
out of breath.
Kim Dokja squirms, pushing his ass against his finger and cries, "Please Yoo Junghyuk, please,
please hurry, please I need it!"

He's not even making any sense anymore, unable to articulate any coherent thought. All he knows
is he wants Yoo Junghyuk's cock thrusted deep in him.

The toy is pulled out of him with no preamble, leaving him gaping at the loss. The anal beads were
in him for so long that his asshole remains wide open even after nothing is in it. He can feel air
rushing into his cavern as lube still trickles out of it. He keens in desperation, almost sobbing. He
trembles against the mattress as he mindlessly shakes his ass in the air for something to fill it.

"Hold on," Yoo Junghyuk says urgently as he slathers more lube over Kim Dokja's gaping hole. A
warm hand holds Kim Dokja by the waist and he stills, panting harder in anticipation for Yoo
Junghyuk's cock.

It slams into him–so hard that he is pushed forward on the bed and his ass jerks upward where his
legs are dangling in the air for a moment. Kim Dokja lets out a shout, and then a series of mindless
chanting. "Yes yes more please yes!" The anal beads had been large and widened him out good, but
even then, the sheer girth of Yoo Junghyuk's monstrous cock still gives him the pleasant burning
feeling of being stretched even more. "Love Yoo Junghyuk's cock, give me more faster, more!"

Yoo Junghyuk picks up his pace, ramming into the deepest parts of him as Kim Dokja pushes his
hips out to meet him until Kim Dokja can only feel heat, pleasure and the fullness of cock. The
room fills with obscene squelches of fluids, the slap of skin on skin, Kim Dokja's stuttered moans
and Yoo Junghyuk's occasional grunts of exertion.

But it isn't enough. Kim Dokja shifts a hand toward his cock and the other toward his chest where
his nipples stand perky in demand for attention.

"Who said you could touch yourself," Yoo Junghyuk growls low from behind and slaps his hand
away.

Yoo Junghyuk pulls out of him for a brief moment and before Kim Dokja can whine at the loss, he
is flipped onto his back so they are face to face. Without a word, Yoo Junghyuk's fat cock sheaths
right back into his hole, loose enough that there's no resistance at all.

Kim Dokja reaches his arms out toward him, silently asking for Yoo Junghyuk to embrace him.
The older man meets his embrace and their lips crash together, tongue and spit all messily mixing
with each other. He isn't sure when his kyudogi falls open, but Yoo Junghyuk's warm fingers begin
torturing his perky mounds, twisting and flicking Kim Dokja's nipples all while rearranging his
insides with his cock.

"I can feel you tighten up whenever I do this," Yoo Junghyuk says and pulls on his nipple extra
hard while slamming his cock into his sweet spot. Kim Dokja lets out a watery sob and Yoo
Junghyuk continues roughly, "A whore like you doesn't need your cock to come."

Kim Dokja clutches the mattress for support, grinding his hips to Yoo Junghyuk's cock. "I'm close,
Yoo Junghyuk!"

The pace picks up even more and all he knows is mindless pleasure.

"Come for me, Kim Dokja."

Kim Dokja releases a guttural moan and his vision goes white as the burning heat inside him
reaches its peak. He can feel Yoo Junghyuk come at the same time as him, both riding their highs
 in a shared moment of euphoria.

Yoo Junghyuk hangs above him, his forehead resting against Kim Dokja's shoulder as they take a
moment to gather their bearings. His stomach is sticky with his own cum and he can feel Yoo
Junghyuk's hot cum coating his insides. They shift a bit in bed so Yoo Junghyuk is now spooning
him, Kim Dokja's back pressed right against the older man's broad chest with his softening cock
still sheathed inside of him.

He presses a hand against his abdomen, so bloated from the older man's cock and cum in him that
there was a noticeable bump. He burrows his hips even tighter against Yoo Junghyuk, trying to
keep all of it in and lets out a satisfied sigh.

Yoo Junghyuk chuckles and Kim Dokja can feel the rumbling sensation of the low timbres of his
voice resonating from the older man's chest against his back. He knows exactly what Kim Dokja is
thinking and whispers in his ear, "My pretty little slut, still so desperate for my cock. I can give it to
you as many times as you need."

Kim Dokja reddens, heat pooling straight to his cock and feels his hole twitch again in hunger.

End Notes

ending was kinda abrupt but kdj is insatiable and i had to end it somewhere

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find me on my main too! (linked in the nsfw acc bio)
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