I donât know if people think they can get away with this shit just because Iâve archived this account or if you just got massive balls but DO NOT take stories off my account to translate and post elsewhere. Create your OWN stories in the language you choose. I canât believe I have to get back on here to say this stupid shit.
And since the person I saw repost my stuff speaks spanish: Para que me entiendas bien, te pido que no vuelvas a utilizar mi trabajo para traducciones en tu cuenta. Vi el credito, pero nunca te di permiso para traducir lo que es mio. Si, subo estas historias a Tumblr para que los que quieran los disfruten, pero no es para que hagas lo que te de la gana con mis cosas. Borrelo y ya no traduzcas/subas mas, por favor y gracias.
As some of @jl-micasea-fics have been (again) stolen on Wattpad, I sorted through some of the other 10 books of works from that author. If you haven't given them permission to repost your stories, let me know and we can all report them together!!!
First off, thank you for all the love and support on these fics over the years. I truly mean it when I say the likes and reblogs mean so much to me.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, I will not be completing this yearâs Kinktober. I know this can come off as hypocritical seeing as though I proclaimed so avidly that I would finish, and I have been trying to, but I just canât do it. Iâm very sorry to everyone that was looking forward to the other works on my lineup.
Furthermore, I have been thinking over the course of several months and I have decided to archive this account. I have loved posting on this account for the past several years and I still love all the work I have created but the spark and drive just isnât there anymore. Lately itâs felt forced and I rather put an end to this than to pump out stories like itâs a chore.
I still have works I want to post, but they are not kpop-related, which is why I decided to archive this account and start fresh elsewhere. I will have the new account up in my bio shortly. Iâd love for you all to take a look at the new account and give it a chance.
Again, thank you for all love and good times on this account. I will leave all the posts up for those that still wish to enjoy them, but as of 11/20/22, this account is archived.
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.
âHow did that get there?â 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 wouldnât be back until late. Maybe she would come backâŠif Y/N could just reach that damn phone.
âGod, I know we donât have that great a relationship, but please just get me out of here. Iâll go back to church, Iâll even buy a new bible. Just please get me out of this.â She rambled.
Her impromptu prayer session was interrupted by a knock at the door.
âMaintenance.â The deep voice called out.
Y/Nâs 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.
âMingi! Thereâs a key under the doormat. Can you let yourself in?â 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.
âYou 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 donât have one of those obviously fake houseplants.â He called out, setting the key on a table near the door. âWhere are you, anyway?â
âIn the laundry room!â
â...Well, can you come out? We have to talk about the leak in your kitchen.â
âYeah, about that. Can you come here?â
âWhy? Is there a leak there too? Iâm starting to believe you poke holes in shit just to see me.â
âMingi, Iâm begging you. Just come here.â
âOkay, okay. Iâm coming.â 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.
âWhat are you doing?â He settled for that. Not the brightest thing he couldâve said, but it was something.
Y/N turned around, managing to see just enough of Mingi to confirm he was there. âMingi! Thank God. Quick, help me out of here.â She squirmed, and Mingi took note of how her thighs jiggled from the action.
âDamn. No âpleaseâ?â He asked, crossing the threshold of this rather dangerous situation.
âFine. Please help me out of here.â
He tsked. âYou donât really sound like you want my help.â
âMingi, Iâve 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.â
He walked around. Her shirt was indeed stuck and exposing more than he was sure sheâd like him to see.
He wrapped his fingers around her bare torso, giving her an experimental tug toward him which changed nothing.
âIf that wouldâve worked, I would be free already, Mingi.â
âKeep up the sassy comments and Iâll go home.â
âNo, no. Iâm sorry.â
He sighed, his hand traveling up in an attempt to find where the shirt was bunched up.
He couldnât 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 couldnât imagine what sheâd do if she had to face Mingi after that. She hadnât even realized it happened for the first few seconds. It was as if her body was acting on its own.
âAre you okay?â Mingi asked, the only statement running through his head that seemed appropriate at the moment.
âY-yes. Iâm fine.â She mumbled.
âIâm just asking you know, it seems like youâre pretty âŠsensitive-â
âMingi.â
âOkay! Okay. Just didnât expect such responsiveness from a light graze.â
âWell, it was unexpected. Plus, itâs been a while.â Her voice trailed off, but Mingi caught it.
âReally? How long?â
Y/N shrugged, knowing he couldnât see her anyway. âCouple months? Almost a year, actually.â
Mingiâs eyebrows shot up in surprise. âReally? I wouldnât expect that from a college student.â
âWhat does that mean? And you act like you are so much older than college-age people.â She scoffed. They were only 3 years apart, and she was already a senior in college.
âI never went, though. I guess I just assumed.â He ran a finger up the back of her thigh, watching as she flinched at the contact. âTell you what. I have a proposition for you.â
Y/N felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. âWhat are you proposing?â
âYou havenât fucked in a while. I can fuck you right now. Provide some relief to your sensitive body.â
âYouâve gotta be kidding me. Iâm flattered, but Iâd much rather you get me out of here.â
âWell, if thatâs your choice I have to respect it. But Iâll 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. Thatâs not even considering the damage Iâd have to do to get the shirt out.â
â...So how much would all that be?â She asked, gasping when she heard the unspeakable number. âMingi! I canât afford that!â
He chuckled. â I know. You can barely afford to pay me. How much do you owe me so far?â
âIâm working on that balance.â She grumbled.
âYouâd have to add today on top of that, too.â
She groaned.
âIf you take me up on my offer, Iâll take today off the total.â
âCompletely?â
âItâll be as if I was never here. Plus, you get to cum. Itâs a win-win.â
Y/N sighed. There wasnât much she could do in her predicament anyway. âI thought God answered my prayers when you knocked on the door. But thereâs no way God sent you anywhere.â She sighed. âYou have to promise youâll get me out of here once youâre done.â
Mingi snorted. âMaintenance Manâs Honor.â He said, pulling her shorts down.
Y/Nâs breath hitched as she felt him slide her panties down her legs so gently, she almost didnât 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.
âNow, we can have some real fun.â 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.
âHa, fuck.â She sighed, her voice muffled as she dangled from the top of the machine.
âYeah? Feel good?â
âIt feels so good. Your tongue is so long, itâs filling me up.â
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.
âYou wanna cum, baby? Grinding this pretty pussy on my face trying to cum? Go âhead, cum for me.â
Y/N let out a whine that rang in Mingiâs ears like church bells at noon. Her arousal ran down his face, trailing down his neck.
âMingi.â She whimpered when he didnât stop licking her cunt. âJust fuck me already.
âPatience, baby.â Mingi stood up from the floor, wiping his face with his sleeve. âIâll take good care of you in just a minute.â 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. âHah, this pussy is unbelievable, baby. Pure heaven.â He smirked as his cock nestled inside her drenched walls.
âMingi, hurry.â She muttered, clenching down on his length. She wasnât 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.Â
âIs this what you wanted, baby? For me to fuck you stupid?â
âYes! Please, Mingi. Donât stop, keep going.â 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. âIâm not gonna last, baby. So youâve gotta cum, okay?â
She nodded frantically. âIâm close, gonna cum. Cum inside me, please.â
Mingiâs 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. âLook at that. Thatâs so hot.â He said, clearly out of breath.
âOkay, seriously. Get me out of here. Iâve had enough.â
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.
âHowâs that for different?â He asked once she faced him.
She rolled her eyes, reaching up to peck his lips. âIt was great, but I always prefer to see this face when I cum.â
Mingi hummed, stroking his chin. âTrue, I am a work of art after all. Maybe we can put a mirror in the machine before I fuck you next time?â He asked, wincing when she pinched him. âWhat? Iâm serious!â
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.
âJust shut up and help me finish this laundry.â She said instead, handing him the detergent.
âDid you really have to do actual laundry? We were just roleplaying, you know.â He shoved his now flaccid cock back into his pants.
âWe get to fuck and have clean clothes. Why wouldnât I?â She asked.
âGuys! Iâm home!â
âLaundry room!â Mingi called out.
The shorter woman headed down the stairs, smiling at the couple. âHey! Laundry day?â
âYou know how it is. âY/N sighed.
The roommate nodded. âI think you spilled something on the floor, though. What is that?â 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/Nâs arm. âWhat have I told you about spilling the fabric softener? Let me pour it from now on.â He pulled a tissue out of his uniform pocket, wiping up the mess.
âOh, yeah. Mingi, how come youâre in uniform? Isnât today your day off?âÂ
âI 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.â He turned to Y/N, who stuck her tongue out at him.
The girl laughed, shaking her head. âBe grateful you have a handyman boyfriend, Y/N. Heâs always helping out around here. Well, let me know when youâre done! I have to tell you all about that guy from last night.â She wiggled her eyebrows.
âCanât wait!â Y/N chimed, watching her head back up the stairs before letting out a deep breath. âYou have a response for everything, donât you?â She asked Mingi, who just smiled at her. âWell, thanks. I had no idea what I was gonna tell her.â
âI got your back, baby,â Mingi said, leaning in to kiss her.
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 wasnât 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. Jungwooâs 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.
âBaby, you have no idea what you do to me.â He said, knowing Y/N couldnât 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 didnât have time to hear either argument any further when he heard, âJungwoo?â
He glanced up at the source of the cute, groggy voice.
He smiled. âAwake, baby?âÂ
âWhy didnât you wake me as soon-â 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, âStay just like that, baby.â 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.
âI love how your body reacts to me. Even in your sleep.â
âHmm, so you were kissing me. I thought it was part of my dream.â
âOh? Were you dreaming of me?â He crept his tongue inside her cunt, dying for a taste.
âMaybe.â
âTell me, what was I doing in your dream?â
Y/N let out a shaky breath as Jungwooâs tongue circled her clit. âY-you had your fingers inside me.â
âLike this?â He slipped his middle finger into the heat of her cunt, satisfied when he felt her clamp down on the digit.
âIt was two of them, and it was faster.â
Jungwoo obliged, adding his ring finger and picking up the pace. âDo you know what itâs like to be on the road without you? It feels like Iâm losing my mind whenever I board a plane and leave you here.â
Y/N tangled her fingers in the pillowcase below. âYour sweet words donât match your actions.â
He laughed, his appendages now knuckle deep. âI guess not. But thatâs what you love about me, no?â
Y/N whimpered, unable to provide a response to his question. All she could mutter was a meek âIâm close.â
Jungwoo hummed as her cunt clenched his fingers, coating them with her cum. He pulled them out, licking them clean. âYouâre the best Iâve ever had, baby.â
Y/Nâs body jolted up in surprise when Jungwooâs tongue found her clit again. âJungwoo, baby. Baby, hold on. I just-â She stammered, desperately trying to drag herself toward the opposite end of the mattress.
âUh, uh, uh,â Jungwoo hooked his arms around her thighs, pulling her back towards him. âWhere are you going? Iâm not done with you yet.â 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 boyfriendâs signature cologne. Of course, she could also hear and feel his wicked tongue trailing back and forth from her weeping hole to her clit.
âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say youâre close again, arenât you, baby?â
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.Â
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/Nâs body, his kisses along his back leaving a goosebump trail.
âI love you.â 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. âJungwoo, give me a second.â
He caught her hand in his swiftly, bringing it to his lips. âI want to feel you, baby. Can I do that?â He asked, his voice gentle as the morning sun was creeping its way into the room.
She didnât 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 Jungwooâs cock allowing him to hit that spot deep inside her with ease.
âPlay with your nipples for me, baby,â Jungwoo said, hair sticking to his forehead.
Y/Nâs fingers found her chest, tweaking the little nub. Her ministrations only added to the pleasure originating from Jungwooâs thrusts. Her moans filled the room and she felt every vein in his cock as he brought her closer to her high.
âBaby, do you hear that?â 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.
âShh, listen.â 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.
âYou hear it, donât you? The sweet sounds you make.â He kissed the skin behind her ear. âYouâre a musician too, baby.â
Y/Nâs 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, Jungwooâs 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. âDonât tell me you forgot how long your boyfriend can last, baby.â 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/Nâs body jolted forward, shuffling up the bed before Jungwoo pulled her back, pressing his hand to her back and deepening her arch.
âDonât run. Stay right here.â He mumbled. âRight here.â His hips stuttered, his thrusts faltering. Y/Nâs 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.
âWelcome home, I guess.â She mumbled as Jungwoo kissed her cheek. âYouâre excessive, you know.â
He smiled. âIâm sorry. I saw you in my t-shirt and I couldnât help myself. Iâll let you in on a secret: I was gonna stop after the third, but 3âs an odd number.â
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. âIâm going to shower then go back to sleep.â
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 wasnât one to let the woes of the idol career get to him, there were times when Seungcheol just couldnât help himself. Like when variety show hosts decided itâd be fun to make jokes about his relationship.
Let it be clear that Cheol wasnât the jealous type. No, he took pride when Y/N received too-long stares during their routine strolls, or when the baristaâs 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 wasnât a jealous boyfriend.
But there were some things he just couldnât ignore.
âS.Coups, youâre such a busy guy! Youâre the leader of a 13-member group, the leader of said groupâs hip-hop unit, and you just got off a world tour. Now, youâve revealed the most shocking part of all: your 13-month relationship with Y/N. How do you make time for everything?â
âWell, when you want something enough, you simply make time for it.â He smiled.
âTruly 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.â
Cheol beamed at the thought of his girlfriend. âSheâs great. I was walking past a building- I wonât say where- when I noticed her drop a handful of documents. The wind was blowing so I stopped because there was no way sheâd get them all herself. I helped her to her car and weâve been inseparable ever since. I couldnât ask for a better girlfriend. Sheâs the sweetest person I know and sheâs always there when I need her. â
âAnd do you do the same?â
âIâm sorry?â
âAre you also always there when she needs you?â
Cheol flinched, recalling all the times heâs 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 sheâd arrive at his apartment excited for a night in to find him dozing off.
âIâm sure Iâve let her down in the past year, as Iâm not perfect. But Itâs always my goal to make it up to her.â
The host scoffed. âShe wouldnât have to go through all of that if you had a regular job. Or even a job like mine. Iâm just a TV host. My workday ends. I could easily make it to important events since I donât have anything like a world tour in the way.â
Cheol shifted in his seat, remembering the time Y/Nâs 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. âRight.â
âWell,â The reporter snickered. âMaybe Y/N should be with me.â
âYou?â
âOr someone like me. That could be there for those crucial moments.â He shrugged.
Cheol laughed. âLet her be the judge of that. We make it work between us. No one else matters beyond that.â His knuckles tightened around the arms of the chair.
The host raised his hands in defense. âIâm just saying.â
âThank you for having me.â Cheol stood up from his chair, heading for the door.
âYouâre leaving?â The host turned to the production staff. âIs it over?â He asked, to which they shrugged. âWell, I guess weâre done!â He said, and the cameras stopped rolling.
They missed Cheolâs fists colliding with the hostâs face.
So now, here he was, turning his anger into fitness.
If the world thought he wasnât a reliable boyfriend to Y/N, it wasnât 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 Cheolâs back muscles stretched and contracted with his every move. She watched as his Adamâs 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 Seungcheolâs. It was also after hours, so no one would be arriving for hours to come.
âCh-cheol.â 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.
âIâm sweating.â
âIâm aware.â
âLet me shower first.â He tried to pull away, stumbling when Y/N didnât let go.
âYouâre not that sweaty, itâs fine.â She tilted her head to look at him. âEven if you were, Iâd still want my hug.â
Cheol stared at her, raising his hand to caress her cheek. âIâm sorry.â
Her eyebrows furrowed. âFor what?â
âFor all the times Iâve missed a date or turned up late. Iâm sorry Iâm not always-âÂ
Y/N pressed her lips against his, silencing him mid-apology.Â
âAre you doing this because of that shitty reporter? I told you, heâs 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 sheâd âdeal with that knucklehead.ââ Y/N smiled as Cheol burst out laughing.
âDonât let his words get in your head. Iâd never leave you for him. I knew what I was signing up for in this relationship, and Iâm happy here. I want to be with you.â
Cheol took one look into Y/Nâs sparking eyes before he leaned in, closing the gap between them.Â
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.
âIâm sorry, baby. Iâm in a rush.â His face was flushed.
âItâs okay, me too. Keep going.â 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.
âYouâre so fucking wet, baby.â
Y/N whimpered as she rolled her hips to lean into his touch. With her promotion and Cheol being busy with promotions, theyâd barely found any time forâŠthis. Hence why Y/N felt like she was losing her mind.
âCheol, just fuck me already.â She pleaded.
He kissed her temple, a rather innocent gesture while performing such a lewd act. âI want you to cum first.â
âSeriously?â
âYou cum on my fingers first or not at all.â He met her gaze, stoic and almost unfazed by her frustration. âDo you understand?â 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.
âThere we go. Didnât that feel good?â Cheol asked, sucking his fingers clean.
He smirked when Y/N whined. âI know, I know. I didnât forget.â
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.
âAre you sure you want to do this here? This isnât like you, baby.â He teased, despite knowing her answer.
She tugged on the waistband of his sweats, pulling him towards her. âHurry up and fuck me the way that reporter canâtâ
Cheol groaned, his dick hardening even further, which he hadnât thought was possible. He yanked her panties off, abandoning them on the bench as he lifts her up by the thighs.
âWait, Cheol. What are you doing?â She yelped.
âShh, Iâve always wanted to fuck you just like this.â He pressed her back against the wall, strategically placing her between the pull-over machine and the treadmill.
âWhat if I get heavy?â
âYouâre not. I love your size.â 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 Cheolâs 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.
âCheol, baby. Hold on.â She managed as she held on for dear life.
âUh uh. You can handle it.â He nestled his face in the crook of her neck, the faint traces of her perfume infiltrating his senses. âGood girls take what theyâre given. Youâre gonna be my good girl, arenât you?â He gritted, not letting his pace falter even for a second.
âYes! Yes, Iâll be good for you. So, so good.â Y/N could feel the sweat on her back allowing her to glide across the wall. âJust donât stop, please.â
Cheol brought a hand to her face, pressing his lips against hers. His kiss was hot, hungry, and desperate.Â
âYouâre gonna cum soon, huh? Gonna cum for me in the middle of my friendâs gym? Gonna let me breed this tight, little pussy? Fill you up until it leaks out?âÂ
She nodded. âBaby, look.â She ran her hand over her stomach, where the bulge had not gone unnoticed. âI can feel you right here.â
Cheol huffed. âYouâre killing me here, baby. I donât know how much longer I can last.â
âCum inside me, Cheol,â She whined. âWanna be full of you.â She stared at him through lidded eyes.
He shook his head. âYou first, baby.âÂ
Y/Nâs body shook as Cheolâs 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 Cheolâs abdomen.
âFuckâŠâ 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. âIâm gonna set you down now, okay?â 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.
âGod, I needed that.â She laughed softly.
âYou and I both. Shower?â He asked.
Y/N side-eyed him.
âJust a shower. I swear.â
âYou said that last time.â
â...Okay, maybe I did. But can you blame me? I can never get enough of you.â He laughed when she glared at him.
The following morning, Cheolâs cell phone woke him up.Â
âHello?â He asked, not bothering to see who was calling.
âChoi Seungcheol. Did you fuck in my gym?â
That woke him up. âNope.â
âThen what are these damn stains on the bench and on the floor between the machines?â
â...Okay, maybe I fucked in your gym.â
âThatâs what I thought youâd say. I have a mop, a bucket, and rags. Be here in 15 minutes.â And the line went dead.
Cheol groaned, sliding out of bed.
âDo you have a schedule today?â Y/N asked groggily, opening her eyes momentarily when she felt him move.
âNo, Iâll be back soon. Keep sleeping and we can go out for breakfast when I get back okay?â
She smiled and nodded, closing her eyes again.
His phone rang a second time.
âI heard you, Iâm coming.â
âThereâs panties on the floor. Do you have any idea how much I hate you right now?â
âOkay, I forgot them there. Iâm coming. Donât get your panties in a twist.â He laughed as the man on the other end spewed a line of profanities down the receiver.
Very tired but Iâm trying to power through in order to finish what I started :)
This was not proofread so forgive any typos but Iâve read it multiple times and I didnât find any! <3
Most people probably donât even read these but fuck it.
The S.coups fic scheduled for today has been postponed.
I have been working nonstop since Wednesday and didnât get a chance to even start it. (my job hates me)
I also feel like shit (not sure if itâs mentally or physically) so even though iâve decided to power through and write today, it simply wonât be ready to post today.
Sorry if this disappoints but Iâd rather post something Iâm 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.
Warnings: Director!Hyungwon, Admin!Reader, office sex, unprotected sex, oral ( m and f receiving), Slight dacryphilia, BusinessPartner!Baekhyun (no smut with him, but still heâs 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 sheâd just won with another admin from an outside organization.Â
âHow is it that you need a favor from us, yet you think you can have things your way?â She mumbled to herself. âBitch.â
Taking a swig from her water bottle, she checked the time. âItâs almost time for lunch, hallelujah.â
âNot so fast, Y/N.â Her team manager called out as she walked toward the exit with the crowd. âMr. Chae wants you in his office.â
âPoor Y/N, that man never takes lunch and she pays the price.â Another colleague called out.
âYou got this, Y/N!â
âBye, guys.â 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.
âTheyâre gone.â
âI just received an email from our dear partner corporationâs Director, expressing his gratitude for our cooperation and how heâs looking forward to our next meeting. I wouldnât suppose you had anything to do with this, Miss Y/N?â He spun his chair slightly, extending his hand.
âYou know better than anyone that only I can incite such a storm, Mr. Chae.â Placing her hand in his, she allowed herself to be whisked onto his lap.
He made a face. âUgh, come on. Mr. Chae is my father, and last time I checked he doesnât work here anymore.â
She smiled. âForgive me. Hyungwon.â
âMuch better.â 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.
âImplementing a company-wide lunch hour has got to be one of the best ideas Iâve had in a while.â He said, cupping her cheek to kiss her again, âI get to have you all to myself.â
Hyungwon sat back in his chair, motioning for Y/N to get comfortable.
âHmm, all the restaurants within walking distance from here and thatâs what you want to eat?â She smirked.
He looked up, winking. âShh, let me have my meal.â 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/Nâs body shivered as her fingers clung to the edge of the desk.
âYouâre so eager today.â She said, barely able to get the words out as Hyungwon slid his tongue deep inside, tasting the most intimate part of her.
âHow could I not be? Iâve been looking forward to devouring you all day. Maybe I should extend the lunch hour to 90 minutes? What do you think?â He asked, slender fingers prodding at Y/Nâs sweet cunt.
âWhy? Are 60 minutes not enough for you?â Her eyes rolled back, head slumped as he curled up to that dangerous spot.
âYour question insults me. You know the answer all too well.â 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 theyâd never parted.
âYouâre trembling, love. We can stop here if youâd like.â He rubbed her arms in an attempt to calm her down.
She scoffed. âAnd when have I ever been one to back down?â
He leaned back, smiling as the clink from his belt buckle rang through the room.
âPoint taken.â
Hyungwon wasted no time pouncing on Y/Nâs 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.
âA director and his subordinate, I wonder what the board would say if they found out about this.â 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 Hyungwonâs 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. âAlways so loud for me. This is a nearly daily occurrence, and yet this pretty little pussy is always so tight for me.â 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.
âBaby,â She breathed, âIâm close.â
âI know, baby.â He replied. âI got you.â
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. âFeel that good, baby?â
She nodded eagerly. âSo fucking good, Hyungwon.â
He tightened his grip on her thighs when he felt that telling tremble, his warning that her climax was near.
âShit, oh shit. Iâm cummingâ 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/Nâs 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.
âThe desk,â He whispered, âGet under the desk.â
âButâŠyou still didnât..â Y/N whispered back.
Hyungwon stifled a laugh. Now was not the time to be worried if he came or not.
âDonât worry about it.â 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:
âCome in.âÂ
Hyungwon watched as the man, much shorter than himself, stumbled in.
âMr. Byun, to what do I owe the pleasure? Surely, we donât have an appointment today?â
âNot to worry, Mr. Chae, I will be out of your hair soon. And please, call me Baekhyun.â
Hyungwon smiled. âFeel free to call me Hyungwon as well. How are things at E Corp? I havenât heard from you in quite a whi-â
He halted as he caught a glimpse of Y/Nâs manicured nails reaching for his pants zipper.
âUm, I havenât heard from you...â
âYes! Hyungwon, the thing is weâre looking to implement this new technology that would facilitateâŠâÂ
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.
â...To put things frankly, weâre in need of capital for this venture, and since weâve 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.â
Hyungwon nodded. âYou know, you didnât have to come all this way to propose a venture. Especially when we know each other so well.â He took a swig from his water bottle. Was the heat on? He wasnât sure.
âOh, of course! I just wanted to come in person to ensure that you know weâve proposed this opportunity not only to meet our capital requirement but because we value your guidance and expertise in the business world..â
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.Â
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. âVery well, letâs see your proposal-NO NO, no need to walk it all the way over here. You may set it down on the table.â Hyungwon sighed.
âMy apologies, Hyungwon! I just wanted to point out the benefits we have to offer you in the budget j-â
âBudget justification, yes yes. Give me a quick-â Hyungwon took a deep breath. âA quick minute to look it over.â 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.
âGreat proposal, huh? I think this is the project that will finally put us on the map with your help, Mr. Chae!â Baekhyun exclaimed, already ditching the agreement to use first names in a final attempt to seal the deal.
Hyungwon set the papers down. âOkay, letâs do it.â
The way Baekhyunâs eyes bulged out of their sockets was comical. âYou really mean it, Mr. Chae? Oh, thank you! You will not regret it!â He extended his hand, confused when Hyungwon wouldnât get up.
He reached over the desk in an overexaggerated manner. âTrying to limit time on my feet. Pulled a hamstring. Golf tournament.â Hyungwon blurted out, cursing himself for spewing such bullshit.
To his surprise, Baekhyun smiled, shaking his hand. âChae Hyungwon, you jack of all trades. Iâll have to invite you out to a game of Murphyâs soon. Iâll get going, I know you are a busy man.â
Yeah, busy getting my dick sucked, he thought.
âSay, that admin still works here?â Baekhyun asked.
âAdmin?â
âYou know, the pretty little thing that had the desk near the elevators last time I was here.â
Fuck, he was talking about Y/N.
Instinctively, Hyungwon glanced down, where Y/N smirked at him while stroking his cock in earnest.
âYup. She still works here.â
âOh? I was surprised when I didnât see her at her desk.â
âSheâs out sealing a deal with our foreign investor.â Bullshit. There was no foreign investor and Y/N was far from sealing any deals, kneeling just feet away from the inquisitive elder.
âAs an admin? Impressive. You sure know how to pick them, Hyungwon.â He smiled, back to a first name basis after securing his cash. âWell, Iâll be in touch.â
Hyungwon gasped as soon as Baekhyun crossed the threshold. He was sure he didnât 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. âYouâre trying to get me fired, arenât you? Sucking me off in front of our business partner.â
Y/N pushed off of his cock with an audible pop. âHmm, the board would never fire you. Theyâre much too scared to do that.â
âIs that so?â He asked, running his hand through his hair. âWell, donât be shy now, finish what you started.â
His hips suddenly thrust forward, Y/Nâs 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.
âThatâs it, baby. Swallow it all. Donât make a mess.â He smiled as she followed his instructions, not spilling a single drop. âGood girl.â
Removing himself from her orifice, his hand cupped her face, forcing her to look at him.
how are we liking the first post of kinktober đ„° i was out all day and the fic was a queue post so itâs not yet on the masterlist, and thatâs also why thereâs no author note but i hope everyone enjoys the approaches im taking this year.
sorry, iâm rambling. itâs a very stress-inducing time for me personally, but i look forward to posting wednesdayâs fic as well !!
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.
âWhere the fuck am I supposed to go?â 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 wasnât 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.
âAnya, thank God,â Y/N said, âIâve been standing here for like 10 minutes.â
âHey, girl! Locker room is this way. You would think they would have a security guard at the door to direct the visitors.â The raven-haired girl said, leading Y/N down the hall to a red metal door.
âThe door only opens with school IDs, so someone has to let us back in if we have to pee,â Anya said, the banging echoing throughout the building.
Some shuffling was heard, and the door swung open, revealing a half-dressed cheerleader.
âThanks, Deeana,â Anya said, letting Y/N in first.
âNo problem, hey Y/N!â She stretched her arms out.
âHey, D. IÂ didnât see you on campus today.â Y/N embraced the shorter girl.
âYou can chat later, ladies. Y/N, letâs get in uniform.â The coach called out from around the corner.
Deeana rolled her eyes, gesturing a gun against her temples before pulling the imaginary trigger. âLetâs catch up later, Y/N.â
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.
âAlright girls, huddle up. Coach said. âThis is the first game of the season, but you know what you have to do. Letâs show them that the Diamonds are a force to be reckoned with! Make me proud!â 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.Â
âCocky, arenât they?â Deeana said as she watched one of the players from the other team winked at her.
âCâmon yâall, here comes our team!â Anya shouted.
âOkay girls, you ready?â Y/N asked, smiling when she heard the collective âYEAH!â
As soon as the players stepped foot on the court, the cheer began:
Damn, itâs cold in here!
Must be that ice in the atmosphere!
Diamonds shining bright
Letâs go boys
Letâs take that win back home tonight!
The cheerleaders quieted down as the crowd continued the cheer.
Anya nudged Y/N. âHere comes lover boy.â
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.
âOkay, 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 arenât used to doing full routines in a gym that isnât ours, so if we get chosen, Y/N, Anya, and Deeana are our performers. Youâre performing your unit routine, got it?â Coach said.
âItâs halftime, folks,â The announcerâs voice blared through the speakers. âItâs time to choose your halftime performers!â
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 âwhat about the other girls?â from the opposite side.
The sounds of âConceitedâ 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 âGuys, Wonwoo said the team is going to a diner nearby to celebrate and they want us there!âÂ
The girls cheered, excited at the chance to talk to the guys on the team.
Anya nudged Y/N. âYouâre coming too, right? Donât tell me you and Vernon have other plans.â She quipped an eyebrow.
âNo other plans that I know of, so I guess weâre going.â She shrugged.
One of the girls scoffed. âMust be nice.â
âYeah Y/N, you guys were made for each other.â
âTheyâre gonna get married!â
Y/N rolled her eyes. âI think you guys are skipping a few chapters. Let me get a degree first and Iâll think about it, okay?â
The room began to empty as the girls made their way out of the building to get to the diner.
âCome on, Y/N! Weâre heading out!â Anya shouted.
âI know! Iâm coming!â
âHurry up before we leave you!â 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.
âJesus, Vernon!â She smacked his arm.Â
âDid I scare you?â He asked, laughing.
âWhat do you think?â She glared.
âAww, baby. Iâm sorry.â He pouted.
âNo, youâre not.â
âI meanâŠA little?â He laughed as Y/N hit him again.
She turned around to leave when he grabbed her hand. âHold on.â
âNow what?â
âShhh.â
They watched as the cheer coach walked through the locker room before exiting.
âIs that what you wanted? Sheâs gone.â
Vernon hummed, pulling her closer. âI have wanted you all night. Can you blame me for wanting a moment alone?â
âWhat about dinner? Weâre the captains, theyâre gonna notice weâre not there.â She asked, breath hitching as Vernon peppered kisses along her neck.
âOur co-captains are there. Iâd say we have about 15 minutes before anyone notices weâre not there.â
âOh?â She tilted her head. âAnd you think you can make me cum in that time?â
Vernon smiled, biting his lip. âGive me 10, baby.â
His lips met hers while his hands wrapped around her waist. His hair tickled her forehead, still wet from the shower he just took.
âCome on, letâs go to the bench.â He said, his voice already huskier than usual.
âWhat? What if someone comes back?â
âThis isnât our school. None of them have access to the doors from the outside.â
âOkay, what if someone from this school comes in?â
âThey wonât. They gave us the locker room for the night. Plus, they lost. I doubt theyâre still lingering around.â He said, opening the door and pulling her through the threshold. âCome on, weâre on a timer.â
Chaste kisses were shared as clothing was discarded in haste. Y/N ran her hand through Vernonâs damp locks, his thick cock prodding at her entrance eliciting sharp gasps from both mouths.
âIs this what you wanted, baby? Your pretty girlfriend bouncing on top of you in the middle of the locker room?â
âHmm, I always want you bouncing on top of me. Anywhere I can get you.â He wrapped his arms around her bare back, pulling her closer. âWatching you dance across the court makes it hard not to imagine being deep inside this pretty pussy.â
âThat mouth,â Y/N tsked. âSo filthy.â
âYou love it when I talk to you like this.â 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. âI 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?â
Y/N smirked. âMaybe.â
âOr 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 theyâll get with you.â
âIs that jealousy I hear?â Y/N asked between heavy pants, her pace faltering.
âMaybe. Should I be jealous?â Vernon reached around her middle, tightening his grip.
âYou tell me. Does it feel like you should?â 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. âThought so.â
Y/N fell forward, the sudden change in pace leaving her winded. She balanced herself on her elbows, their faces inches apart. âVernonâŠâ She said, breathless.
âI know, baby. Me too.â He returned her tone, planting a sloppy kiss upon her lips. âDo you need me to help you?â
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. âThatâs it, baby. Just cum for me.â
Giving into pleasure, Y/N collapsed onto his chest, whimpers and trembling thighs left as remnants of her climax.
âJust hang in there for a little while longer, baby.â Vernon took a quick glance at his watch. âIâm almost there.â
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.
âHmm, I love you.â He said, his hands rubbing firm circles on her hips.
âI love you too, but we really need to get out of here,â Y/N said, groaning as she removed herself from his length.
âRelax, baby. After all, we still have time.â Vernon gestured at the clock.
Y/N turned back to Vernon, who was calmly getting dressed. â9 minutes? How did I cum so quick?â She asked, mouth agape.
âI donât know, man. I guess Iâm just that good.â Vernon shrugged, laughing when Y/Nâs palm collided with his broad shoulder. âCâmon, letâs go eat.â
Vernon parked Y/Nâs car in the diner lot before the couple headed in, hand in hand.
âOur star player and head cheerleader, fashionably late as always!â Wonwoo shouted and cheers erupted from the nearby tables. Wonwoo left Anyaâs side momentarily to hand Vernon a drink. Y/N took the opportunity to slide into his seat.
Anya checked the time. âYouâre 25 minutes late.â
âI can count, Anya.â
âCampus is a 5-minute drive away.â She continued, making the calculations in her head. âHmm. Couldnât wait until we got back to the dorms, huh?âÂ
Y/N groaned. âOf course you would notice.â
âHow could I not? You took an extra 20 minutes to get here.â She shook her head. âThe lack of decorum.â
Y/N scoffed. âLike you wouldnât do it if Wonwoo had the same idea?â
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.
âNext time he asks, I just might do it again.â
Itâs that time of the year again !! I am excited to bring you all yet another Kinktober :) Last year was strictly Sub!Idol, but I have switched it up this year. Will there be Sub!Idol? I donât know, guess youâll have to read and find out! This year we have:
Oct 1: Chwe Vernon of SEVENTEEN [Quickie, semi-public College!AU]
Oct 5: Chae Hyungwon of MONSTA X [Office Sex, CEO!AU]
Oct 8: S. Coups (Choi Seungcheol) of SEVENTEEN - [Gym Sex]
Oct 12: Kim Jungwoo of NCT [Overstimulation, Choking]
Oct 15: Song Mingi of ATEEZ [Stuck Sex, MatainanceMan!AU]
Oct 19: DK (Lee Seokmin) of SEVENTEENÂ [Vampire!AU, Corruption kink]
Oct 22: JAY B (Lim Jaebeom) of GOT7Â [DILF!AU]
Oct 26: Kim Mingyu of SEVENTEEN [Car Sex]
Oct 29: Lee Taeyong of NCTÂ [Body Worship]
Oct 31: Choi San of ATEEZÂ [Temperature Play, Thigh riding]
Same as last year, links will be added as the fics become available. This list will also be available on my main masterlist, underneath the masterlist for 2021. Looking forward to another successful October <33
