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Kinktober 2022 - Day Five

Genre: Smut, sort of crack-ish?

Idol: Song Mingi of ATEEZ

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Roleplay, Stuck sex, MaintenanceMan!Mingi, CollegeStudent!Reader, Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

The soft humming of the dryer could be heard throughout the house as Y/N got started on another load. She dumped her darks-the largest load- into the washer. She reached for the detergent and fabric softener from the shelf above. She was preparing to pour the soap into its compartment when she noticed something shiny catching the light from inside the tumbler. She squinted before realizing it was a pair of her earring dangling from the rips on a pair of jeans.

“How did that get there?” She mumbled to herself, reaching for the piece of jewelry. The task was easier said than done, as the hoops were just out of reach. She tiptoed as far as she could go, letting out a noise of triumph as she held onto the earrings. She tried to lift herself out of the machine. Once, twice. Her brows furrowed in confusion. She turned her head, noticing that not only had her bracelet gotten caught in one of the holes in the tumbler, but her shirt was also bunched up in the groove of the machine.

She was stuck with no way out.

Panicking, she reached out for her phone which was on the counter next to the laundry basket. But due to her shirt being stuck, there was only so much she could lean over. She huffed in annoyance. Her roommate wouldn’t be back until late. Maybe she would come back…if Y/N could just reach that damn phone.

“God, I know we don’t have that great a relationship, but please just get me out of here. I’ll go back to church, I’ll even buy a new bible. Just please get me out of this.” She rambled.

Her impromptu prayer session was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Maintenance.” The deep voice called out.

Y/N’s face lit up. Maybe, just maybe, God had sent her help in the form of a six-foot-tall man with jet-black and blue hair.

“Mingi! There’s a key under the doormat. Can you let yourself in?” She shouted, hoping she was loud enough to be heard.

There was a silence, and just when she contemplated shouting a second time, she heard a key turn in the lock.

“You really got to find a better place to keep that spare, you know? The doormat is the first place someone would look. Especially since you don’t have one of those obviously fake houseplants.” He called out, setting the key on a table near the door. “Where are you, anyway?”

“In the laundry room!”

“...Well, can you come out? We have to talk about the leak in your kitchen.”

“Yeah, about that. Can you come here?”

“Why? Is there a leak there too? I’m starting to believe you poke holes in shit just to see me.”

“Mingi, I’m begging you. Just come here.”

“Okay, okay. I’m coming.” Mingi set his toolbox down near the entrance of the kitchen before making his way down the stairs.

Now, Mingi has seen many things in his time as a handyman. Toilets clogged with the unthinkable, fridge door dangling off the hinges, naked grannies, the works.

But none of that could prepare him for the sight that awaited him in the laundry room. He froze at the doorway as he took it all in: Y/N bent at the waist with her top half inside the washing machine, her ass peeking out of her barely-there lounge shorts, and her feet just barely grazing the tiling below.

Mingi knew he should say something before it became obvious he was gawking. He pleaded for his stupid brain to say something, anything.

“What are you doing?” He settled for that. Not the brightest thing he could’ve said, but it was something.

Y/N turned around, managing to see just enough of Mingi to confirm he was there. “Mingi! Thank God. Quick, help me out of here.” She squirmed, and Mingi took note of how her thighs jiggled from the action.

“Damn. No ‘please’?” He asked, crossing the threshold of this rather dangerous situation.

“Fine. Please help me out of here.”

He tsked. “You don’t really sound like you want my help.”

“Mingi, I’ve been stuck for the past 15 minutes. I just want out of here. My bracelet is stuck and so is my shirt. Please just help me.”

He walked around. Her shirt was indeed stuck and exposing more than he was sure she’d like him to see.

He wrapped his fingers around her bare torso, giving her an experimental tug toward him which changed nothing.

“If that would’ve worked, I would be free already, Mingi.”

“Keep up the sassy comments and I’ll go home.”

“No, no. I’m sorry.”

He sighed, his hand traveling up in an attempt to find where the shirt was bunched up.

He couldn’t quite find the snag, but the pads of his fingers definitely felt warm little nubs that hardened at the sudden touch.

He was ready to apologize. Ready to back off. Ready to just hand her some scissors and pay her back for the shirt. But then he heard it.

The moan that escaped her lips.

Despite praying to be taken out of the washer a few minutes ago, Y/N was now thanking the heavens she was still there. She couldn’t imagine what she’d do if she had to face Mingi after that. She hadn’t even realized it happened for the first few seconds. It was as if her body was acting on its own.

“Are you okay?” Mingi asked, the only statement running through his head that seemed appropriate at the moment.

“Y-yes. I’m fine.” She mumbled.

“I’m just asking you know, it seems like you’re pretty …sensitive-”

“Mingi.”

“Okay! Okay. Just didn’t expect such responsiveness from a light graze.”

“Well, it was unexpected. Plus, it’s been a while.” Her voice trailed off, but Mingi caught it.

“Really? How long?”

Y/N shrugged, knowing he couldn’t see her anyway. “Couple months? Almost a year, actually.”

Mingi’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? I wouldn’t expect that from a college student.”

“What does that mean? And you act like you are so much older than college-age people.” She scoffed. They were only 3 years apart, and she was already a senior in college.

“I never went, though. I guess I just assumed.” He ran a finger up the back of her thigh, watching as she flinched at the contact. “Tell you what. I have a proposition for you.”

Y/N felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. “What are you proposing?”

“You haven’t fucked in a while. I can fuck you right now. Provide some relief to your sensitive body.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. I’m flattered, but I’d much rather you get me out of here.”

“Well, if that’s your choice I have to respect it. But I’ll have you know, in order to get that bracelet out of the machine I would probably have to cut into it, wait until you get a replacement tumbler, and put that into the machine. That’s not even considering the damage I’d have to do to get the shirt out.”

“...So how much would all that be?” She asked, gasping when she heard the unspeakable number. “Mingi! I can’t afford that!”

He chuckled. “ I know. You can barely afford to pay me. How much do you owe me so far?”

“I’m working on that balance.” She grumbled.

“You’d have to add today on top of that, too.”

She groaned.

“If you take me up on my offer, I’ll take today off the total.”

“Completely?”

“It’ll be as if I was never here. Plus, you get to cum. It’s a win-win.”

Y/N sighed. There wasn’t much she could do in her predicament anyway. “I thought God answered my prayers when you knocked on the door. But there’s no way God sent you anywhere.” She sighed. “You have to promise you’ll get me out of here once you’re done.”

Mingi snorted. “Maintenance Man’s Honor.” He said, pulling her shorts down.

Y/N’s breath hitched as she felt him slide her panties down her legs so gently, she almost didn’t believe that he had taken them off until she saw them fall into the washing machine along with the other clothes inside. Y/N stared dumbfoundedly at the panties she clearly put on this morning. This was really happening.

“Now, we can have some real fun.” Mingi mused, sinking to his knees.

She gasped when she felt his tongue slip past her wet (wet? When did she find time to get wet?) folds, his swift licks showing her no mercy.

“Ha, fuck.” She sighed, her voice muffled as she dangled from the top of the machine.

“Yeah? Feel good?”

“It feels so good. Your tongue is so long, it’s filling me up.”

Mingi smirked against her skin, sliding his tongue in deeper, tasting the arousal that oozed out and dribbled down his chin. He suckled on her clit, strong hands holding her legs apart when she threatened to slam them closed. He turned around, sitting between her legs, thrusting his tongue into her sweet cunt while his nose gave her clit the attention it deserved.

Y/N panted, her free hand gripping the edge of the machine opening, desperate to ground herself somehow as she fell deeper into delirium.

Mingi flipped back and forth from long, languid licks to her folds and swift, harsh sucks to her clit, finding it impossible to focus on just one task. He groaned as he collected drop after drop of her arousal on his tongue, his cock hardening at the taste. He chuckled at her pitiful attempts to grind against his tongue, chasing her orgasm.

“You wanna cum, baby? Grinding this pretty pussy on my face trying to cum? Go ‘head, cum for me.”

Y/N let out a whine that rang in Mingi’s ears like church bells at noon. Her arousal ran down his face, trailing down his neck.

“Mingi.” She whimpered when he didn’t stop licking her cunt. “Just fuck me already.

“Patience, baby.” Mingi stood up from the floor, wiping his face with his sleeve. “I’ll take good care of you in just a minute.” He shrugged out of the top half of his uniform jumpsuit, pushing it and his boxers down just enough for his thick, veiny cock to spring out of its confinements.

He sighed as the bulbous tip of his cock slipped past her folds. “Hah, this pussy is unbelievable, baby. Pure heaven.” He smirked as his cock nestled inside her drenched walls.

“Mingi, hurry.” She muttered, clenching down on his length. She wasn’t sure if her head was spinning from the position she was stuck in, the need for friction, or both.

Grasping her left leg by the back of her knee, he pistoned his hips into her ass, his other hand gripping her waist.

Y/N squealed as his tip rubbed against her g-spot, his balls smacking against her clit only adding to the stimulation. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, barely aware of the drool pouring out of her agape mouth.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? For me to fuck you stupid?”

“Yes! Please, Mingi. Don’t stop, keep going.” She babbled, his name falling from her lips as if her life depended on it. Her body slid down the machine slightly, her shirt rising up and her breasts now fully exposed, dangling inside the tumbler.

He angled his hips, his cock now hitting that sweet spot with every thrust. “I’m not gonna last, baby. So you’ve gotta cum, okay?”

She nodded frantically. “I’m close, gonna cum. Cum inside me, please.”

Mingi’s pace slowed, his cum releasing inside her cunt in spurts. Y/N body shook, overwhelmed as her hole wept, both of their cum intertwined.

He marveled at the sight when he pulled out. “Look at that. That’s so hot.” He said, clearly out of breath.

“Okay, seriously. Get me out of here. I’ve had enough.”

Mingi laughed, reaching into the machine and unhooking her bracelet. He then yanked her shirt out as well, finally freeing her and helping her to her feet.

“How’s that for different?” He asked once she faced him.

She rolled her eyes, reaching up to peck his lips. “It was great, but I always prefer to see this face when I cum.”

Mingi hummed, stroking his chin. “True, I am a work of art after all. Maybe we can put a mirror in the machine before I fuck you next time?” He asked, wincing when she pinched him. “What? I’m serious!”

Y/N started to respond when she was interrupted by the dryer going off. They both turned to the beeping machine, its noises indicating the clothes were now dry and ready to fold.

“Just shut up and help me finish this laundry.” She said instead, handing him the detergent.

“Did you really have to do actual laundry? We were just roleplaying, you know.” He shoved his now flaccid cock back into his pants.

“We get to fuck and have clean clothes. Why wouldn’t I?” She asked.

“Guys! I’m home!”

“Laundry room!” Mingi called out.

The shorter woman headed down the stairs, smiling at the couple. “Hey! Laundry day?”

“You know how it is. “Y/N sighed.

The roommate nodded. “I think you spilled something on the floor, though. What is that?” She furrowed her brows.

Y/N met her gaze, freezing when she saw what had to be remnants of their lewd actions just a while ago.

Mingi peered down, then nudged Y/N’s arm. “What have I told you about spilling the fabric softener? Let me pour it from now on.” He pulled a tissue out of his uniform pocket, wiping up the mess.

“Oh, yeah. Mingi, how come you’re in uniform? Isn’t today your day off?”

“I got an emergency call this morning. Then, I came back home and the washer was acting weird, so I tweaked it a little. Somehow, I got stuck helping someone with the laundry.” He turned to Y/N, who stuck her tongue out at him.

The girl laughed, shaking her head. “Be grateful you have a handyman boyfriend, Y/N. He’s always helping out around here. Well, let me know when you’re done! I have to tell you all about that guy from last night.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Can’t wait!” Y/N chimed, watching her head back up the stairs before letting out a deep breath. “You have a response for everything, don’t you?” She asked Mingi, who just smiled at her. “Well, thanks. I had no idea what I was gonna tell her.”

“I got your back, baby,” Mingi said, leaning in to kiss her.

Happy Ateez Anniversary <3

-pluto

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Okay so, I don’t know if I got a boost of energy yesterday or what but...

I finished the Day Five fic for Kinktober lmao. In less than 24 hours !!

I thought about holding it until Wednesday or something but why when it’s already done??

So it’s in the queue and will post around 6PM my time (which is EST)

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Kinktober 2022 - Day Four

Genre: Smut

Idol: Kim Jungwoo of NCT

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Overstimulation, Choking, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, less plot than my other fics

Jungwoo shut the door softly, sliding the chain into the slot. He set his bags down next to the couch, careful not to make noise. It was half past nine in the morning on a Saturday, so he knew Y/N would still be sleeping.

He pushed the bedroom door open softly, peering inside. He smiled as he took in the view in front of him. Just as he suspected, Y/N was fast asleep, arms wrapped around the pillow beneath her head. It only took Jungwoo a second to realize the shirt she had on was actually his, the hem of the garment just barely covering the curve of her ass as she shifted in her sleep.

Jungwoo sighed as he stepped further into the room. How long had he been on tour? 3, 4 months? Jungwoo wasn’t sure. Every day without Y/N felt like a year, anyway.

He allowed his fingertips to graze her bare thighs, stifling the groan that threatened to escape his lips. He reveled in the velvety smoothness, courtesy of the cocoa butter on the nightstand, a staple in the house since they moved in together. Jungwoo’s hand traveled farther until it crept under the shirt, her panties on full display for his wandering eyes. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the small of her back. He watched with baiting breath as she stirred in her sleep, part of him expecting her to wake up. He chuckled softly as he heard the snores resume. He trailed kisses along her spine, lifting the shirt as he went.

“Baby, you have no idea what you do to me.” He said, knowing Y/N couldn’t hear him.

He stood there for what felt like centuries, an internal battle with himself. The little guy on his left shoulder told him to yank her panties off and become her personal alarm clock. The little guy on his right shamed both of them for thinking such a thing, instead suggesting waking her up with breakfast and letting things progress organically.

Jungwoo didn’t have time to hear either argument any further when he heard, “Jungwoo?”

He glanced up at the source of the cute, groggy voice.

He smiled. “Awake, baby?”

“Why didn’t you wake me as soon-” Y/N pushed herself off the bed, only to be pushed back down.

Jungwoo apologized to the guy in white on his right before saying, “Stay just like that, baby.” He slid her panties off, letting them fall at the foot of the bed. He pulled at her hips until she was positioned on her knees before spreading her legs and dipping his head.

He marveled at how wet she already was despite waking up moments ago.

“I love how your body reacts to me. Even in your sleep.”

“Hmm, so you were kissing me. I thought it was part of my dream.”

“Oh? Were you dreaming of me?” He crept his tongue inside her cunt, dying for a taste.

“Maybe.”

“Tell me, what was I doing in your dream?”

Y/N let out a shaky breath as Jungwoo’s tongue circled her clit. “Y-you had your fingers inside me.”

“Like this?” He slipped his middle finger into the heat of her cunt, satisfied when he felt her clamp down on the digit.

“It was two of them, and it was faster.”

Jungwoo obliged, adding his ring finger and picking up the pace. “Do you know what it’s like to be on the road without you? It feels like I’m losing my mind whenever I board a plane and leave you here.”

Y/N tangled her fingers in the pillowcase below. “Your sweet words don’t match your actions.”

He laughed, his appendages now knuckle deep. “I guess not. But that’s what you love about me, no?”

Y/N whimpered, unable to provide a response to his question. All she could mutter was a meek “I’m close.”

Jungwoo hummed as her cunt clenched his fingers, coating them with her cum. He pulled them out, licking them clean. “You’re the best I’ve ever had, baby.”

Y/N’s body jolted up in surprise when Jungwoo’s tongue found her clit again. “Jungwoo, baby. Baby, hold on. I just-” She stammered, desperately trying to drag herself toward the opposite end of the mattress.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Jungwoo hooked his arms around her thighs, pulling her back towards him. “Where are you going? I’m not done with you yet.” Using his fingers to spread her folds, he latched his lips to the bud, flicking his tongue against it deliciously.

Y/N groaned, writhing in sweet overstimulation. She was highly aware of every sense: she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and smell her boyfriend’s signature cologne. Of course, she could also hear and feel his wicked tongue trailing back and forth from her weeping hole to her clit.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re close again, aren’t you, baby?”

As if it were the theme of the day, he went unanswered once again, unless he counted the successive pants she let out as if her life depended on it.

Jungwoo let out a moan of his own as Y/N used what little strength she had to lift her hips slightly, bouncing on his tongue as she climaxed. Her legs trembled and she let out a sigh of feigned relief when Jungwoo finally let her go.

Jungwoo made his way back up Y/N’s body, his kisses along his back leaving a goosebump trail.

“I love you.” He whispered in her ear. He meant it. It was probably the first time Jungwoo ever found someone so perfect. He often entertained that whoever is out there looking out for him tailor-made Y/N and put her in his path on purpose.

She whimpered, reaching her hand out when she heard him unbuckling his pants. “Jungwoo, give me a second.”

He caught her hand in his swiftly, bringing it to his lips. “I want to feel you, baby. Can I do that?” He asked, his voice gentle as the morning sun was creeping its way into the room.

She didn’t answer but her hand slowly retracted, finding its way back around the pillow. Jungwoo resumed his actions, his jeans and boxer briefs sliding off his slender body in one hasty motion. He ran one hand over the curve of her ass, the other finally giving him some relief as it stroked his length slightly.

He groaned as he entered her, her cunt sucking him in. He gripped her hips, retracted until just the tip was inside, and fucked her. He took his time stretching her out, indulging in the gummy feeling of her walls.

Y/N gasped, the size of Jungwoo’s cock allowing him to hit that spot deep inside her with ease.

“Play with your nipples for me, baby,” Jungwoo said, hair sticking to his forehead.

Y/N’s fingers found her chest, tweaking the little nub. Her ministrations only added to the pleasure originating from Jungwoo’s thrusts. Her moans filled the room and she felt every vein in his cock as he brought her closer to her high.

“Baby, do you hear that?” Jungwoo asked, but Y/N failed to hear him over the sounds emitting from her own lips.

He reached forward, his fingers wrapping around her neck as he pulled her flush against his chest. Her moans dwindled, reducing to strained whimpers and pants.

“Shh, listen.” He squeezed the sides of her throat. Y/N struggled to focus on whatever sound Jungwoo wanted her to hear.

And then she heard it.

The slick, squelching sounds of skin connecting. The lewdness of his cock thrusting in and out of her sopping wet orifice.

“You hear it, don’t you? The sweet sounds you make.” He kissed the skin behind her ear. “You’re a musician too, baby.”

Y/N’s jaw fell slack as she orgasmed, the sensation of his cock deep inside her and his fingers holding her up by the throat proving to be too much for her. Her body went limp, Jungwoo’s hand being the saving force that held her up. She came to her senses in time to feel his hot load filling her to the brim, ragged pants escaping his lips.

Y/N was caught off guard when his thrusts resumed at a harsher pace than before. She grasped his arm desperately, her moans rising in pitch as her body trembled from oversensitivity.

Jungwoo laughed at her reaction. “Don’t tell me you forgot how long your boyfriend can last, baby.” He pushed her back into the pillow as his hips collided repeatedly with her ass. His fingers reached around her body, finding her clit. Y/N’s body jolted forward, shuffling up the bed before Jungwoo pulled her back, pressing his hand to her back and deepening her arch.

“Don’t run. Stay right here.” He mumbled. “Right here.” His hips stuttered, his thrusts faltering. Y/N’s eyes rolled back, reaching her fourth orgasm of the morning. Her cum slid down her thighs and ruined the sheets. When Jungwoo finally pulled out, her legs flopped onto the bed in fatigue.

“Welcome home, I guess.” She mumbled as Jungwoo kissed her cheek. “You’re excessive, you know.”

He smiled. “I’m sorry. I saw you in my t-shirt and I couldn’t help myself. I’ll let you in on a secret: I was gonna stop after the third, but 3’s an odd number.”

Y/N glared at him to which he laughed.

She tumbled her way out of bed, grabbing her towel on the way out of the room. “I’m going to shower then go back to sleep.”

“Can I join you?”

“Can I beat your ass?”

Jungwoo snorted. “I love youuu!”

Y/N turned on the shower in response.

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Kinktober 2022 - Day Three

Genre: Smut, Fluff (? Debatable)

Idol: Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups) of SEVENTEEN

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Gym Sex, PlusSize!Reader(not extremely detailed or anything), unprotected sex, semi-public sex?, fingering (f receiving), squirting

Seungcheol sighed as he completed his final rep of the night. The pull-up bar banged against the rest of the cable machine, relieved to be put out of its assault.

Although he wasn’t one to let the woes of the idol career get to him, there were times when Seungcheol just couldn’t help himself. Like when variety show hosts decided it’d be fun to make jokes about his relationship.

Let it be clear that Cheol wasn’t the jealous type. No, he took pride when Y/N received too-long stares during their routine strolls, or when the barista’s fingers lingered a bit too long when they collected her payment, only for their face to drop when she promptly spun away from the counter and into his arms. No, he wasn’t a jealous boyfriend.

But there were some things he just couldn’t ignore.

“S.Coups, you’re such a busy guy! You’re the leader of a 13-member group, the leader of said group’s hip-hop unit, and you just got off a world tour. Now, you’ve revealed the most shocking part of all: your 13-month relationship with Y/N. How do you make time for everything?”

“Well, when you want something enough, you simply make time for it.” He smiled.

“Truly impressive. Now, tell us a bit more about Y/N. I know you want to respect her privacy and all, but just tell us what you think we and your fans need to know about her.”

Cheol beamed at the thought of his girlfriend. “She’s great. I was walking past a building- I won’t say where- when I noticed her drop a handful of documents. The wind was blowing so I stopped because there was no way she’d get them all herself. I helped her to her car and we’ve been inseparable ever since. I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. She’s the sweetest person I know and she’s always there when I need her. “

“And do you do the same?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Are you also always there when she needs you?”

Cheol flinched, recalling all the times he’s had to postpone or take a rain check on their plans. Then, he remembered the nights when he fell asleep on her on Facetime or she’d arrive at his apartment excited for a night in to find him dozing off.

“I’m sure I’ve let her down in the past year, as I’m not perfect. But It’s always my goal to make it up to her.”

The host scoffed. “She wouldn’t have to go through all of that if you had a regular job. Or even a job like mine. I’m just a TV host. My workday ends. I could easily make it to important events since I don’t have anything like a world tour in the way.”

Cheol shifted in his seat, remembering the time Y/N’s work dinner fell on the same day as a special stage. Shaking hands with her boss with sweat dripping down his temple after running all the way there was not a good look. “Right.”

“Well,” The reporter snickered. “Maybe Y/N should be with me.”

“You?”

“Or someone like me. That could be there for those crucial moments.” He shrugged.

Cheol laughed. “Let her be the judge of that. We make it work between us. No one else matters beyond that.” His knuckles tightened around the arms of the chair.

The host raised his hands in defense. “I’m just saying.”

“Thank you for having me.” Cheol stood up from his chair, heading for the door.

“You’re leaving?” The host turned to the production staff. “Is it over?” He asked, to which they shrugged. “Well, I guess we’re done!” He said, and the cameras stopped rolling.

They missed Cheol’s fists colliding with the host’s face.

So now, here he was, turning his anger into fitness.

If the world thought he wasn’t a reliable boyfriend to Y/N, it wasn’t long until she thought the same. He had to intercept before it was too late.

Which is why he called her over.

Sat in the corner of the gym, on a barely-used bench, Y/N watched as Cheol’s back muscles stretched and contracted with his every move. She watched as his Adam’s Apple bobbed wildly after every sip of water.

She shifted in her seat, heat rising throughout her face and neck. When he called her over, she rushed over, excited at the thought of a late-night stroll afterward. But, her mind now had other plans. She took a deep breath as Seungcheol lifted his shirt to dry off his face, his sweat-glistened abs on display for her greedy eyes alone. This gym was privately owned, and the owner was a friend of Seungcheol’s. It was also after hours, so no one would be arriving for hours to come.

“Ch-cheol.” She spoke, her voice barely a whisper, but he heard it.

He turned to her, smiling as he took in her beauty. He beckoned her over, chuckling softly when she wrapped her arms around him.

“I’m sweating.”

“I’m aware.”

“Let me shower first.” He tried to pull away, stumbling when Y/N didn’t let go.

“You’re not that sweaty, it’s fine.” She tilted her head to look at him. “Even if you were, I’d still want my hug.”

Cheol stared at her, raising his hand to caress her cheek. “I’m sorry.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “For what?”

“For all the times I’ve missed a date or turned up late. I’m sorry I’m not always-”

Y/N pressed her lips against his, silencing him mid-apology.

“Are you doing this because of that shitty reporter? I told you, he’s an old classmate of mine. Always had a thing for me, even when I declined numerous times. I actually have his mom on Facebook. And what do you know, she had not seen the clip yet. So, I sent it to her. She said she’d ‘deal with that knucklehead.’” Y/N smiled as Cheol burst out laughing.

“Don’t let his words get in your head. I’d never leave you for him. I knew what I was signing up for in this relationship, and I’m happy here. I want to be with you.”

Cheol took one look into Y/N’s sparking eyes before he leaned in, closing the gap between them.

He tried to take his time, to be gentle. And it lasted all of 5 seconds before his kisses left Y/N constantly breathless. He pushed her onto the workout bench, yanking her leggings down her legs.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m in a rush.” His face was flushed.

“It’s okay, me too. Keep going.” She whispered.

Cheol slid his fingers under the waistband of her lacy panties - the ones that drove him crazy, was this her plan all along?- and let out a shaky breath when the pads of his fingers found her clit.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

Y/N whimpered as she rolled her hips to lean into his touch. With her promotion and Cheol being busy with promotions, they’d barely found any time for…this. Hence why Y/N felt like she was losing her mind.

“Cheol, just fuck me already.” She pleaded.

He kissed her temple, a rather innocent gesture while performing such a lewd act. “I want you to cum first.”

“Seriously?”

“You cum on my fingers first or not at all.” He met her gaze, stoic and almost unfazed by her frustration. “Do you understand?” He plunged two fingers inside her, knuckle deep.

Y/N felt the heat spreading across her cheeks as she nodded, her breaths becoming ragged as time went on.

Her hand flew up to wrap around his wrist, keeping him still as her body shook.

“There we go. Didn’t that feel good?” Cheol asked, sucking his fingers clean.

He smirked when Y/N whined. “I know, I know. I didn’t forget.”

She was positive her heart skipped a beat when Cheol lifted his shirt over his head. The room was relatively dark, but the moonlight highlighted her boyfriend perfectly.

“Are you sure you want to do this here? This isn’t like you, baby.” He teased, despite knowing her answer.

She tugged on the waistband of his sweats, pulling him towards her. “Hurry up and fuck me the way that reporter can’t”

Cheol groaned, his dick hardening even further, which he hadn’t thought was possible. He yanked her panties off, abandoning them on the bench as he lifts her up by the thighs.

“Wait, Cheol. What are you doing?” She yelped.

“Shh, I’ve always wanted to fuck you just like this.” He pressed her back against the wall, strategically placing her between the pull-over machine and the treadmill.

“What if I get heavy?”

“You’re not. I love your size.” It was true. Cheol loved every aspect of his girlfriend. From her plush thighs to her full breasts to her soft midsection, he was obsessed. Then add her intelligence and charisma on top of that? How did he get so lucky?

He momentarily moved his hand from her thigh, pushing his sweats down just enough to let his cock spring out. The tip was leaking already, begging to be stimulated. Without a second thought, he brought her thighs up to wrap around his waist. He took grasp of her hips with both hands and slid his fat cock into her tight, little hole.

Y/N clawed at Cheol’s back with her long nails. She gasped as he pulled out almost completely before bottoming out again at a harsh pace, not even giving her a second to adjust.

“Cheol, baby. Hold on.” She managed as she held on for dear life.

“Uh uh. You can handle it.” He nestled his face in the crook of her neck, the faint traces of her perfume infiltrating his senses. “Good girls take what they’re given. You’re gonna be my good girl, aren’t you?” He gritted, not letting his pace falter even for a second.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good for you. So, so good.” Y/N could feel the sweat on her back allowing her to glide across the wall. “Just don’t stop, please.”

Cheol brought a hand to her face, pressing his lips against hers. His kiss was hot, hungry, and desperate.

“You’re gonna cum soon, huh? Gonna cum for me in the middle of my friend’s gym? Gonna let me breed this tight, little pussy? Fill you up until it leaks out?”

She nodded. “Baby, look.” She ran her hand over her stomach, where the bulge had not gone unnoticed. “I can feel you right here.”

Cheol huffed. “You’re killing me here, baby. I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

“Cum inside me, Cheol,” She whined. “Wanna be full of you.” She stared at him through lidded eyes.

He shook his head. “You first, baby.”

Y/N’s body shook as Cheol’s wandering hand rubbed jarring circles on her clit. Her mouth fell into a silent scream and hot tears rolled down her cheeks as her orgasm overpowered her being. Her body stilled as she squirted, her fluids coating Cheol’s abdomen.

“Fuck…” He mumbled, following suit as his white, hot cum filled her pretty cunt. The visual and intensity of her orgasm had been the final push he needed to cum.

They stayed like that for a while, trying to regulate their breathing.

Cheol broke the silence. “I’m gonna set you down now, okay?” He whispered as if an octave higher would scare her away. When she nodded, he helped her to her feet and stabilized her footing when she stumbled slightly.

“God, I needed that.” She laughed softly.

“You and I both. Shower?” He asked.

Y/N side-eyed him.

“Just a shower. I swear.”

“You said that last time.”

“...Okay, maybe I did. But can you blame me? I can never get enough of you.” He laughed when she glared at him.

The following morning, Cheol’s cell phone woke him up.

“Hello?” He asked, not bothering to see who was calling.

“Choi Seungcheol. Did you fuck in my gym?”

That woke him up. “Nope.”

“Then what are these damn stains on the bench and on the floor between the machines?”

“...Okay, maybe I fucked in your gym.”

“That’s what I thought you’d say. I have a mop, a bucket, and rags. Be here in 15 minutes.” And the line went dead.

Cheol groaned, sliding out of bed.

“Do you have a schedule today?” Y/N asked groggily, opening her eyes momentarily when she felt him move.

“No, I’ll be back soon. Keep sleeping and we can go out for breakfast when I get back okay?”

She smiled and nodded, closing her eyes again.

His phone rang a second time.

‘I heard you, I’m coming.”

“There’s panties on the floor. Do you have any idea how much I hate you right now?”

“Okay, I forgot them there. I’m coming. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” He laughed as the man on the other end spewed a line of profanities down the receiver.

Very tired but I’m trying to power through in order to finish what I started :)

This was not proofread so forgive any typos but I’ve read it multiple times and I didn’t find any! <3

-pluto

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Okay, update lmfao.

My body and mind picked an unusual month to shut down.

I realized I was burnt out and I needed a few days where I wasn’t coming home straight to write after being on the computer at a desk all day.

And as much as I hate missing my own deadlines, I feel so much better.

So!! I know I am way off schedule, but I wanted to make note that I will finish all the fics promised, even if I have to post them in November!

Thank you for every and anyone that’s been patient, I love writing and your likes and reblogs mean more to me than you think:)

-pluto

Hi Everyone,

Most people probably don’t even read these but fuck it.

The S.coups fic scheduled for today has been postponed.

I have been working nonstop since Wednesday and didn’t get a chance to even start it. (my job hates me)

I also feel like shit (not sure if it’s mentally or physically) so even though i’ve decided to power through and write today, it simply won’t be ready to post today.

Sorry if this disappoints but I’d rather post something I’m proud of than stick to deadlines. I believe I should have it up in the next 48-72 hours from now, and (so far) the rest of the fics will be up according to schedule.

-Pluto

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Kinktober 2022 - Day Two

Genre: Smut

Idol: Chae Hyungwon of MONSTA X

Word Count: 2,095

Warnings: Director!Hyungwon, Admin!Reader, office sex, unprotected sex, oral ( m and f receiving), Slight dacryphilia, BusinessPartner!Baekhyun (no smut with him, but still he’s in here), not really caught but almost caught?, facefucking at the end

Sighing, Y/N leaned back in her swivel chair. She rubbed her temples, a negligible reward for the email battle she’d just won with another admin from an outside organization.

“How is it that you need a favor from us, yet you think you can have things your way?” She mumbled to herself. “Bitch.”

Taking a swig from her water bottle, she checked the time. “It’s almost time for lunch, hallelujah.”

“Not so fast, Y/N.” Her team manager called out as she walked toward the exit with the crowd. “Mr. Chae wants you in his office.”

“Poor Y/N, that man never takes lunch and she pays the price.” Another colleague called out.

“You got this, Y/N!”

“Bye, guys.” She waved, watching them squeeze into the elevator.

The click-clack of her heels echoed through the empty room as Y/N made her way to the lavish office down the hall.

Once she crossed the threshold, she pushed the doors closed.

“They’re gone.”

“I just received an email from our dear partner corporation’s Director, expressing his gratitude for our cooperation and how he’s looking forward to our next meeting. I wouldn’t suppose you had anything to do with this, Miss Y/N?” He spun his chair slightly, extending his hand.

“You know better than anyone that only I can incite such a storm, Mr. Chae.” Placing her hand in his, she allowed herself to be whisked onto his lap.

He made a face. “Ugh, come on. Mr. Chae is my father, and last time I checked he doesn’t work here anymore.”

She smiled. “Forgive me. Hyungwon.”

“Much better.” he leaned in, enveloping her lips in his.

Y/N sighed as Hyungwon lifted her onto the table. She reveled in the feeling of his lips pressed against the tender skin behind her ear.

“Implementing a company-wide lunch hour has got to be one of the best ideas I’ve had in a while.” He said, cupping her cheek to kiss her again, “I get to have you all to myself.”

Hyungwon sat back in his chair, motioning for Y/N to get comfortable.

“Hmm, all the restaurants within walking distance from here and that’s what you want to eat?” She smirked.

He looked up, winking. “Shh, let me have my meal.” He reached up her skirt, pulling her thong down to her ankles, and then to the floor. He leaned in, his tongue sweeping over her plump folds before giving her clit a sweet kiss. Y/N’s body shivered as her fingers clung to the edge of the desk.

“You’re so eager today.” She said, barely able to get the words out as Hyungwon slid his tongue deep inside, tasting the most intimate part of her.

“How could I not be? I’ve been looking forward to devouring you all day. Maybe I should extend the lunch hour to 90 minutes? What do you think?” He asked, slender fingers prodding at Y/N’s sweet cunt.

“Why? Are 60 minutes not enough for you?” Her eyes rolled back, head slumped as he curled up to that dangerous spot.

“Your question insults me. You know the answer all too well.” He said before wrapping her clit in his pillowy lips once again, the final ministration Y/N needed before her thighs clamped down on either side of his head, his hearing muffled as he just barely made out the cries that fell from her lips.

Standing up, Hyungwon loomed over her quivering body, their lips finding each other as if they’d never parted.

“You’re trembling, love. We can stop here if you’d like.” He rubbed her arms in an attempt to calm her down.

She scoffed. “And when have I ever been one to back down?”

He leaned back, smiling as the clink from his belt buckle rang through the room.

“Point taken.”

Hyungwon wasted no time pouncing on Y/N’s anticipating figure, the woodsy scent of his cologne wrapped around her body, not in a suffocating way but rather a silky blanket keeping her impossibly close.

He relished in the gasp that escaped her pretty pout when his hips met hers. As gentle as the much taller man was, his thrusts were anything but. Y/N kept an ironclad grip on his clothed biceps, his pristinely white button-up sticking to his skin as he kept his rebelliously rough pace.

“A director and his subordinate, I wonder what the board would say if they found out about this.” He gritted through his teeth as he continued his sensual assault, the creaks from the desk cheering him on, seemingly motivating him to ruin the woman underneath him.

Y/N whined as Hyungwon’s thrusts sent her sliding across the desk each time, knowingly ruining the business proposals atop the varnished wood.

He smiled, brushing his thumb across her tongue, humming in satisfaction when her lips closed around the appendage. “Always so loud for me. This is a nearly daily occurrence, and yet this pretty little pussy is always so tight for me.” He mumbled, his normally polished exterior crumbling just a bit, the way it always did around Y/N. She was one of the few people, and even fewer colleagues, he could truly be his most honest, unadulterated self around.

“Baby,” She breathed, “I’m close.”

“I know, baby.” He replied. “I got you.”

He lifted her legs, placing each one on a shoulder. Her heels remained intact, straps wrapped around her ankles, just how he liked them. He resumed his brutal pace, the new position allowing him to reach that sweet spot that took her breath away.

He chuckled as he watched tears well up in her eyes. “Feel that good, baby?”

She nodded eagerly. “So fucking good, Hyungwon.”

He tightened his grip on her thighs when he felt that telling tremble, his warning that her climax was near.

“Shit, oh shit. I’m cumming” She exclaimed, her head dangling off the desk as her vision blurred slightly, transforming Hyungwon into an irresistible mirage.

She pulled him in by his tie, kissing him sloppily. She gasped as he resumed his actions, chasing his own high.

Knock.

Hyungwon halted, looking up to meet Y/N’s gaze as if to ask if she also heard it.

Knock knock.

Okay, this time it had to be real. Hyungwon helped Y/N scramble to her feet.

“The desk,” He whispered, “Get under the desk.”

“But…you still didn’t..” Y/N whispered back.

Hyungwon stifled a laugh. Now was not the time to be worried if he came or not.

“Don’t worry about it.” He pushed her shoulders gently until she was on her knees and tucked away.

He took deep breaths as he readjusted his slacks. Sitting down, he called out:

“Come in.”

Hyungwon watched as the man, much shorter than himself, stumbled in.

“Mr. Byun, to what do I owe the pleasure? Surely, we don’t have an appointment today?”

“Not to worry, Mr. Chae, I will be out of your hair soon. And please, call me Baekhyun.”

Hyungwon smiled. “Feel free to call me Hyungwon as well. How are things at E Corp? I haven’t heard from you in quite a whi-”

He halted as he caught a glimpse of Y/N’s manicured nails reaching for his pants zipper.

“Um, I haven’t heard from you...”

“Yes! Hyungwon, the thing is we’re looking to implement this new technology that would facilitate…”

Hyungwon apologized silently to the older man in front of him, as he no longer had his attention.

All his focus was now on the woman whose tongue was taking the ever-so-vulgar journey from the base of his shaft to the tip, wrapping her lips around it before making her way back down again.

“...To put things frankly, we’re in need of capital for this venture, and since we’ve made such great magic with Phenomenon Inc. in the past, we wanted to know if you were interested in collaborating with us this time around.”

Hyungwon nodded. “You know, you didn’t have to come all this way to propose a venture. Especially when we know each other so well.” He took a swig from his water bottle. Was the heat on? He wasn’t sure.

“Oh, of course! I just wanted to come in person to ensure that you know we’ve proposed this opportunity not only to meet our capital requirement but because we value your guidance and expertise in the business world..”

Hyungwon watched as Y/N bobbed her head along his veiny cock, careful not to set off her gag reflex and alert the desperate businessman.

Why was he going on about business expertise, anyway? E Corp was a Fintech business. Phenomenon Inc. was a gaming giant. Not on the same wavelength at all.

Clearing his throat, he extended his hand. “Very well, let’s see your proposal-NO NO, no need to walk it all the way over here. You may set it down on the table.” Hyungwon sighed.

“My apologies, Hyungwon! I just wanted to point out the benefits we have to offer you in the budget j-”

“Budget justification, yes yes. Give me a quick-” Hyungwon took a deep breath. “A quick minute to look it over.” He finished, peeking at Y/N, who was currently giving his balls a languid flick of her tongue.

Flipping to the highlighted page, he noted the usual perks. Help with marketing, extra beta game testers, and things of that nature.

Hyungwon hummed happily as Y/N took his back into her mouth, this time sucking more dutifully than before.

And then he remembered who else was in the room.

“Great proposal, huh? I think this is the project that will finally put us on the map with your help, Mr. Chae!” Baekhyun exclaimed, already ditching the agreement to use first names in a final attempt to seal the deal.

Hyungwon set the papers down. “Okay, let’s do it.”

The way Baekhyun’s eyes bulged out of their sockets was comical. “You really mean it, Mr. Chae? Oh, thank you! You will not regret it!” He extended his hand, confused when Hyungwon wouldn’t get up.

He reached over the desk in an overexaggerated manner. “Trying to limit time on my feet. Pulled a hamstring. Golf tournament.” Hyungwon blurted out, cursing himself for spewing such bullshit.

To his surprise, Baekhyun smiled, shaking his hand. “Chae Hyungwon, you jack of all trades. I’ll have to invite you out to a game of Murphy’s soon. I’ll get going, I know you are a busy man.”

Yeah, busy getting my dick sucked, he thought.

“Say, that admin still works here?” Baekhyun asked.

“Admin?”

“You know, the pretty little thing that had the desk near the elevators last time I was here.”

Fuck, he was talking about Y/N.

Instinctively, Hyungwon glanced down, where Y/N smirked at him while stroking his cock in earnest.

“Yup. She still works here.”

“Oh? I was surprised when I didn’t see her at her desk.”

“She’s out sealing a deal with our foreign investor.” Bullshit. There was no foreign investor and Y/N was far from sealing any deals, kneeling just feet away from the inquisitive elder.

“As an admin? Impressive. You sure know how to pick them, Hyungwon.” He smiled, back to a first name basis after securing his cash. “Well, I’ll be in touch.”

Hyungwon gasped as soon as Baekhyun crossed the threshold. He was sure he didn’t even give him time to close the damn door.

He chuckled as he leaned back in his chair, getting a better view of the sins occurring underneath the table. “You’re trying to get me fired, aren’t you? Sucking me off in front of our business partner.”

Y/N pushed off of his cock with an audible pop. “Hmm, the board would never fire you. They’re much too scared to do that.”

“Is that so?” He asked, running his hand through his hair. “Well, don’t be shy now, finish what you started.”

His hips suddenly thrust forward, Y/N’s eyes widening only momentarily as his cock repeatedly came in contact with the back of her throat. His thrusts were shallow and rough, his climax inching closer and closer to the forefront.

After some time, his hips stilled. His hand reached around to wrap around her neck, holding her in place.

“That’s it, baby. Swallow it all. Don’t make a mess.” He smiled as she followed his instructions, not spilling a single drop. “Good girl.”

Removing himself from her orifice, his hand cupped her face, forcing her to look at him.

“That deserves a raise, don’t you think?”

#hyungwon smut #monsta x #monsta x smut #kpop smut #kinktober #kpop #MX smut #monsta x fic #kpop fanfic #monsta x fanfic

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hi everyone !!

how are we liking the first post of kinktober 🥰 i was out all day and the fic was a queue post so it’s not yet on the masterlist, and that’s also why there’s no author note but i hope everyone enjoys the approaches im taking this year.

sorry, i’m rambling. it’s a very stress-inducing time for me personally, but i look forward to posting wednesday’s fic as well !!

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Kinktober 2022 - Day One

Genre: Smut

Idol: Vernon of SEVENTEEN

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Semi-public, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, quickie, College!AU, BasketballPlayer!Vernon, Cheerleader!Reader

Y/N climbed out of her driver's seat, duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She pried the university doors open, peering down the halls.

“Where the fuck am I supposed to go?” She whispered to herself. It was the first game of the season, and this was the first time they were up against this school in their own court, so Y/N wasn’t familiar with the building. She sighed as she looked down the empty halls once again. She was about to text the coach when she heard a toilet flush as a door swung open across the hall.

“Anya, thank God,” Y/N said, “I’ve been standing here for like 10 minutes.”

“Hey, girl! Locker room is this way. You would think they would have a security guard at the door to direct the visitors.” The raven-haired girl said, leading Y/N down the hall to a red metal door.

“The door only opens with school IDs, so someone has to let us back in if we have to pee,” Anya said, the banging echoing throughout the building.

Some shuffling was heard, and the door swung open, revealing a half-dressed cheerleader.

“Thanks, Deeana,” Anya said, letting Y/N in first.

“No problem, hey Y/N!” She stretched her arms out.

“Hey, D. I didn’t see you on campus today.” Y/N embraced the shorter girl.

“You can chat later, ladies. Y/N, let’s get in uniform.” The coach called out from around the corner.

Deeana rolled her eyes, gesturing a gun against her temples before pulling the imaginary trigger. “Let’s catch up later, Y/N.”

Finding a free bench, Y/N set her bag down, removing her sweater and leggings. Pulling her uniform out of her back, she switched into her sports bra and Spanx. Finally, she slid the platinum silver and icy blue top, complete with the Harlequin University Diamonds logo, and pleated skirt over her thick curves. Putting her hair in a half-up/half-down style with a blue and silver bow, she fished out her makeup pouch from her duffel. She kept it light, not in the mood to argue with coach about how her shimmery eyeshadow completed the look.

“Alright girls, huddle up. Coach said. “This is the first game of the season, but you know what you have to do. Let’s show them that the Diamonds are a force to be reckoned with! Make me proud!” She shouted, smiling when cheers and pom poms were heard throughout the room. They all poured out of the locker room, with Coach strategically placing a door stopper to ensure they could re-enter the room.

Cheers from the crowd could be heard as the girls made their way to the sidelines, with a couple being for Y/N and Anya specifically. The two best friends were co-captains of the team and the only juniors, whereas the other girls were all sophomores.

They watched as the home basketball team emerged from the locker room, their cheer team shouting words of encouragement.

“Cocky, aren’t they?” Deeana said as she watched one of the players from the other team winked at her.

“Just ignore them, don’t react,” Y/N whispered.

“C’mon y’all, here comes our team!” Anya shouted.

“Okay girls, you ready?” Y/N asked, smiling when she heard the collective “YEAH!”

As soon as the players stepped foot on the court, the cheer began:

Damn, it’s cold in here!

Must be that ice in the atmosphere!

Diamonds shining bright

Let’s go boys

Let’s take that win back home tonight!

The cheerleaders quieted down as the crowd continued the cheer.

Anya nudged Y/N. “Here comes lover boy.”

Y/N looked up as she locked eyes with her chestnut-haired boyfriend, Vernon. The couple started dating not too long after school started freshman year. Since then, Vernon had worked his way to team captain, with his best friend Wonwoo as his co-captain.

He winked at Y/N as he took a seat on the bench, leaning over to talk to Wonwoo.

Y/N laughed to herself as she heard the girls in the crowd fawn over her boyfriend. Girls all over campus would die for his attention, but it was no use in hoping. He only had eyes for Y/N.

The girls huddled up again as both teams headed to the locker rooms for halftime.

“Okay, ladies. This school does things a little differently. They choose their halftime performers based on which side of the gym makes the most noise. I know we aren’t used to doing full routines in a gym that isn’t ours, so if we get chosen, Y/N, Anya, and Deeana are our performers. You’re performing your unit routine, got it?” Coach said.

“It’s halftime, folks,” The announcer’s voice blared through the speakers. “It’s time to choose your halftime performers!”

After a screaming match, the announcer declared that the Harlequin Jewels would perform a halftime routine. The three girls made their way to the center of the court, ignoring the shouts of “what about the other girls?” from the opposite side.

The sounds of ‘Conceited’ by Flo Milli filled the court. The three girls performed their routine which was full of powerful, captivating moves and even double the hair flips. The entire court cheered at the end and out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Vernon heading back to the locker room he obviously snuck out of. She smiled in his direction, knowing he made it his mission to watch the routines every time, even if the coach got on his case about leaving the locker room.

The second half started shortly after the routine, the Harlequin Diamonds were in the lead by just a few points and were on the offense.

The hoop is open,

The net is hot,

Harlequin Diamonds

Make that shot!

The crowd roared as Vernon zoomed down the court, scoring three points. Promptly, the girls stomped as hard as they could:

Great job Vernon,

Super well done,

Come on, Diamonds

Score another one!

The game ended on time, and the Diamonds won 77-70. The girls piled into the locker room once again, taking turns using the shower stalls before changing into their post-game outfits.

The last of them had just gotten out of the shower when Anya shouted “Guys, Wonwoo said the team is going to a diner nearby to celebrate and they want us there!”

The girls cheered, excited at the chance to talk to the guys on the team.

Anya nudged Y/N. “You’re coming too, right? Don’t tell me you and Vernon have other plans.” She quipped an eyebrow.

“No other plans that I know of, so I guess we’re going.” She shrugged.

One of the girls scoffed. “Must be nice.”

“Yeah Y/N, you guys were made for each other.”

“They’re gonna get married!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I think you guys are skipping a few chapters. Let me get a degree first and I’ll think about it, okay?”

The room began to empty as the girls made their way out of the building to get to the diner.

“Come on, Y/N! We’re heading out!” Anya shouted.

“I know! I’m coming!”

“Hurry up before we leave you!” Anya walked off, the door shutting behind her. Y/N shoved her belongings into her bag hastily, zipping it up and slinging it over her shoulder. She had an arm out, ready to push the door open when she was suddenly yanked to the emergency stairwell.

She shouted and flailed until she was spun around and her eyes met those of her boyfriend.

“Jesus, Vernon!” She smacked his arm.

“Did I scare you?” He asked, laughing.

“What do you think?” She glared.

“Aww, baby. I’m sorry.” He pouted.

“No, you’re not.”

“I mean…A little?” He laughed as Y/N hit him again.

She turned around to leave when he grabbed her hand. “Hold on.”

“Now what?”

“Shhh.”

They watched as the cheer coach walked through the locker room before exiting.

“Is that what you wanted? She’s gone.”

Vernon hummed, pulling her closer. “I have wanted you all night. Can you blame me for wanting a moment alone?”

“What about dinner? We’re the captains, they’re gonna notice we’re not there.” She asked, breath hitching as Vernon peppered kisses along her neck.

“Our co-captains are there. I’d say we have about 15 minutes before anyone notices we’re not there.”

“Oh?” She tilted her head. “And you think you can make me cum in that time?”

Vernon smiled, biting his lip. “Give me 10, baby.”

His lips met hers while his hands wrapped around her waist. His hair tickled her forehead, still wet from the shower he just took.

“Come on, let’s go to the bench.” He said, his voice already huskier than usual.

“What? What if someone comes back?”

“This isn’t our school. None of them have access to the doors from the outside.”

“Okay, what if someone from this school comes in?”

“They won’t. They gave us the locker room for the night. Plus, they lost. I doubt they’re still lingering around.” He said, opening the door and pulling her through the threshold. “Come on, we’re on a timer.”

Chaste kisses were shared as clothing was discarded in haste. Y/N ran her hand through Vernon’s damp locks, his thick cock prodding at her entrance eliciting sharp gasps from both mouths.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? Your pretty girlfriend bouncing on top of you in the middle of the locker room?”

“Hmm, I always want you bouncing on top of me. Anywhere I can get you.” He wrapped his arms around her bare back, pulling her closer. “Watching you dance across the court makes it hard not to imagine being deep inside this pretty pussy.”

“That mouth,” Y/N tsked. “So filthy.”

“You love it when I talk to you like this.” Vernon looked up at her, his eyes two amber pools full of the love he felt for her.

He leaned back to lay against the bench, allowing Y/N to anchor herself with her hands flat on his chest as she kept a steady pace. She gasped as she felt the veins along his shaft graze her walls, his girth stretching her out deliciously. Y/N threw her head back, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest.

Vernon chuckled as she whimpered when the tip of his cock hit that spot deep inside that made silence an impossible feat. “I think being in public turns my baby on. Hm? Am I right? Are you getting off at the idea of someone knocking on that door?”

Y/N smirked. “Maybe.”

“Or maybe we should get caught. Let all those losers on the other team watch how I fuck you. Show them that your dance routines are the farthest they’ll get with you.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Y/N asked between heavy pants, her pace faltering.

“Maybe. Should I be jealous?” Vernon reached around her middle, tightening his grip.

“You tell me. Does it feel like you should?” She asked, her wet cunt tightening around his length, signs of her impending orgasm.

Vernon shook her head softly, before planting his feet firmly on the ground and thrusting his hips suddenly. “Thought so.”

Y/N fell forward, the sudden change in pace leaving her winded. She balanced herself on her elbows, their faces inches apart. “Vernon…” She said, breathless.

“I know, baby. Me too.” He returned her tone, planting a sloppy kiss upon her lips. “Do you need me to help you?”

She nodded frantically, the proximity of her orgasm making her delirious.

Vernon moved one of his arms from her waist and slid it between their bodies, his calloused fingers dutifully rubbing circles on her clit. “That’s it, baby. Just cum for me.”

Giving into pleasure, Y/N collapsed onto his chest, whimpers and trembling thighs left as remnants of her climax.

“Just hang in there for a little while longer, baby.” Vernon took a quick glance at his watch. “I’m almost there.”

Y/N squirmed slightly, overstimulated as her boyfriend approached his own orgasm. She let out a silent prayer when his hips suddenly stilled and he gasped.

“Hmm, I love you.” He said, his hands rubbing firm circles on her hips.

“I love you too, but we really need to get out of here,” Y/N said, groaning as she removed herself from his length.

“Relax, baby. After all, we still have time.” Vernon gestured at the clock.

Y/N turned back to Vernon, who was calmly getting dressed. “9 minutes? How did I cum so quick?” She asked, mouth agape.

“I don’t know, man. I guess I’m just that good.” Vernon shrugged, laughing when Y/N’s palm collided with his broad shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go eat.”

Vernon parked Y/N’s car in the diner lot before the couple headed in, hand in hand.

“Our star player and head cheerleader, fashionably late as always!” Wonwoo shouted and cheers erupted from the nearby tables. Wonwoo left Anya’s side momentarily to hand Vernon a drink. Y/N took the opportunity to slide into his seat.

Anya checked the time. “You’re 25 minutes late.”

“I can count, Anya.”

“Campus is a 5-minute drive away.” She continued, making the calculations in her head. “Hmm. Couldn’t wait until we got back to the dorms, huh?”

Y/N groaned. “Of course you would notice.”

“How could I not? You took an extra 20 minutes to get here.” She shook her head. “The lack of decorum.”

Y/N scoffed. “Like you wouldn’t do it if Wonwoo had the same idea?”

Anya glanced at her friend, taking a sip of her drink in response.

Y/N laughed, looking across the room at her boyfriend downing a round of shots with his best friend.

“Next time he asks, I just might do it again.”

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