The Music of Chance
Just as I promised, here is a scenario to mend your broken hearts.
Sorry for the wait, love! I hope the little beagle hasn’t completely destroyed your bias list yet. (He threw mine in a shredder before stomping on it with wet rain boots and burning it in holy oil.) If he has… well then I’m so sorry for your loss.
P.S. This is just my second time writing smut, and I have a long way to improve, so I’d appreciate any feedback/constructive criticism.
P.P.S. If you recognize the movie that this scenario is named after, you’re awesome and I love you.
P.P.P.S. Why are you still reading this? There’s smut under here!
- Admin I
The crowd streamed out of the gymnasium, the sound of their chatter fading, as the entire place fell silent. Y/N’s sighs bounced off the walls in echoes. She shoved her tennis racquet, stupid thing, into her duffle bag, threw the bag over her shoulder, and sauntered toward the locker rooms.
You blew it. You made it to the semi-finals, and you blew it.
Her head bowed, and her eyes tired and half-lidded, it took all her strength to turn the door handle. She knew most of this exhaustion was from disappointment.
Stepping inside and putting her stuff down, she slumped onto one of the benches. She could hear the faint sound of water running, someone was taking a shower.
Y/N threw her head in her hands and groaned under her breath. I can’t believe I lost by so much. That was utterly humiliating.
She stood up, unhurriedly, pulling her hair out of its ponytail, and stripping down to her underwear. Just as she unhooked her bra, pulling it off and placing it aside, the shower stopped running. Then, there was the soft sound of footsteps against the tile floor.
Someone cleared their throat behind her, and Y/N turned around. Her eyes met with soft brown ones, the colour of coffee, they were warm against his pale skin. His hair was drenched, the dark strands sticking to his face. Droplets of water ran down his hard, chiseled chest and a white towel wrapped around his waist was all that covered him.
“Woah…” she breathed, gaping like a fish.
“Uh… I mean, wh… what?” she quickly composed herself, crossing her arms over her breasts, as she tried to keep from blushing. “What are you doing in here? This is the women’s locker room.”
“Sadly, no,” he said, an amused smile on his face. “Did you not see the sign on the door?”
He walked past her nonchalantly, opening one of the lockers, and pulling out his things.
“Ugh,” Y/N groaned again. “Fucking fantastic.” She glanced over at her clothes, wondering how she could put them back on without exposing herself.
The man wasn’t bothered by her nudity, nor did he leer at her. He looked into her eyes when he spoke, trying his hardest not to look anywhere else.
“Hey, aren’t you one of the tennis players? How’d your match go?”
Y/N narrowed her eyes in contempt.
“Are you being serious right now? Or are you just mocking me?” she said.
“I was being serious… but judging by your unwarranted hostility, I’m going to guess it didn’t go well?”
“You could say that.”
He gave a low laugh, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
“Yeah, and what would you say?” he asked, raising a brow
Y/N glared at him, suppressing the urge to punch his beautiful face.
“I’d say I’ve completely ruined my athletic career,” she frowned, the memory of the match making her nauseous. She looked back at the idiot. “It was awful from start to finish. I don’t know why anyone stayed until the end.”
“Isn’t it obvious,” he replied. “Pretty girl, sweating in a short skirt and tank top. Why wouldn’t they watch til’ the end?
“Awh,” Y/N cooed, finally smiling a little. “Was that an attempt at cheering me up?”
“Yes,” he said, smiling back. “But I’m not one to lie.”
“What are you doing here anyway?” Y/N asked. She noticed there weren’t any other men around. “Are you a tennis player, too?”
“Uh, no. I volunteer here at the recreation centre.”
“Ah, court mandated community service, huh? What did you do?” she smirked.
He laughed again, this time sarcastically.
“I’m not a felon, and I’m not even going to ask why you would think that.” That bod, duh. “I coach youth soccer.”
“Ah, so you’re a babysitter.” she said, trying to get a rise out of him.
He poked his tongue in his cheek and raised his brow again, something he seemed to do a lot.
“Only on the weekends.” he said, smugly. “The rest of the week I’m a firefighter.”
“Wow, that’s attractive.” she said, unable to deny that she was somewhat turned on. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to impress me.”
He gazed at her intently.
“Then, I’d say you don’t know better.”
Y/N’s breathing quickened, and she squirmed under his scrutiny. Her plan to fluster him backfired, and she hated the fact that she’d lost again.
“Okay. Well, Mr…”
“Minseok,” he said, his voice thicker than before. “My name is Minseok.”
“Right,” she said, slightly annoyed that even his name was beautiful. “Well, since I’m already undressed, I’m just going to take my shower here. I hope you don’t mind.”
“I’d be a fool if I did.”
Y/N bent over her things. She struggled to pick up her shower items and keep concealed at the same time. Minseok watched her, amused. Finally, she sighed, giving up and using both hands.
Whatever, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.
She headed toward the row of showers, each had a wall between them, but no curtains.
“Hey, listen,” Minseok said. She turned to face him. “Don’t beat yourself up over that match. It’s just a game.”
“I know,” she replied “I just really would’ve liked to win.”
“Well, I’m sorry you didn’t. I don’t like seeing people upset. I wish there was something I could do.”
Y/N bit her cheek to keep from smiling. She gathered her courage, and looked him hard in the eyes.
“I think there’s a lot you could do, Minseok.”
She ran her gaze up and down his body, slow and purposefully.
“Here?” he said, nearing her. “In a public locker room? Where anyone can walk in on us?”
“You’re the one who charges into burning buildings for a living. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little risk, babysitter?” she said, smirking.
He mirrored her expression. In one smooth motion, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a shower stall, throwing off his towel and turning on the water.
“You were going to take a shower right? I thought we’d kill two birds with one stone,” he said, grinning.
He captured her lips in a heated kiss, and she pulled away.
“I don’t like that expression,” she said, dead serious. “It’s mean. And it condones the killing of innocent–
“Sweetheart,” Minseok cupped her face in his hands, trying hard not to laugh. “I would love to hear the rest of that passionate speech, but we really don’t have the luxury of time right now.”
She shot forward, kissing him urgently, exploring his mouth with her tongue. The water cascaded over them, as he pulled her closer, pushing his hips into her panty-clad centre, and grinding against her.
“Shit! Wait!” she cried, pulling away again.
“What now!?” Minseok groaned.
“I forgot I was still wearing my underwear. It’s all wet!”
Minseok smirked and leaned forward, pressing her between the wall and himself. He rubbed the heel of his palm against her core.
“Come on, darling. Let’s not pretend you weren’t already soaked before we got in here.”
He slipped his hand under the material and rubbed her slit with his knuckles, stroking her heat. He found her opening, and eased two fingers in. She whimpered, as he pulled out and roughly plunged back in, her mouth falling open in a silent moan. His hand kept perfectly still, as he traced Y/N’s open mouth with his own. Then he curled his fingers inside her, causing her to gasp.
She licked her lips, watching as he brought his fingers to his mouth, and sucked them clean. Immediately, Y/N grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall, giving herself leverage. She wrapped her hand around his hard-on and stroked him, painfully slow. His eyes grew wide and his breathing became ragged, but he still had that smug grin on his face.
Y/N pressed her lips to his, pulling away before he could kiss her back. She moved lower, hands roaming his body as she grazed her teeth along his jaw, tracing her tongue down to his collarbone, and lightly sucking. His breath hitched in his throat, and he shivered as she trailed kisses down his chest.
“Wait,” he said, his voice husky. “I just realized that I never asked you your name.”
Y/N laughed. “Well, I guess I might as well tell you, since your going to be screaming it in a few minutes.”
Minseok chuckled. “I’m more of moaner, actually,” he said, putting his hand under her chin.
Y/N raised her brow, eliciting another laugh from Minseok as he realized she was imitating him.
“Pretty,” he murmured.
“I know. Now shut up, and get ready for the best blow job of your life,” she said, sinking to her knees.
He chuckled again. “That’s a little cocky, don’t you think?”
She didn’t reply, just looked up at him as she took a hold of his member, feeling him swell under her touch. She flicked her tongue over the beads of precum gathered at his swollen tip, all the while, staring into his eyes.
Then she parted her lips and swallowed him down her throat. He sighed, leaning against the wall for support, and swallowed hard as Y/N slowly pulled up. She circled the head with her tongue, and blew along the skin. He moaned softly, reaching down to tangle his fingers in her hair.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
She sucked on the head for a few moments, and then slowly took his length down her throat again, pressing her tongue against the underside of his hard-on. She held it there for a moment, before coming back up, repeating the movement, going slower each time. He threw his head back, moaning louder, his hips instinctively thrusting even as he tried not to move.
“Ahh, Y/N,” he groaned, his grip in her hair tightening.
Y/N glanced up at him. His face was screwed up in pleasure, his brows furrowed, and his eyes tightly shut. His free hand was clutched in a fist at his side. She took him in her mouth again, moving faster, her moans sending vibrations through his flesh. He made a strangled groaning sound, his legs shaking, as the small of his back tightened.
“Stop… stop,” he panted, pushing her away. “Holy shit.”
Y/N stood up, smirking at him in an “I told you so” way.
“Another second and this would’ve been over too soon,” he said, flushed. “You weren’t kidding.”
“I’m not one to lie, Minseok,” she whispered, pressing her body against his.
He bit his lip, running his gaze over her.
“I am so attracted to you right now,” he said.
Minseok pulled her closer, shifting so that she was the one leaning against the wall. He waited for her approval, then he rid her of her underwear, practically ripping it off her body. He lifted one of her legs up, hooking it around his waist, and eased in slowly, rubbing himself against her slick folds, before filling her to the hilt.
He started to move, driving into her with deep, languid thrusts. Y/N wrapped her arms around him, her fingers sliding into his hair, and her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Minseok throbbed with need, fighting the animalistic urge to pound into her until he came. Y/N arched her hips, trying to move against him, but he held her still, knowing he wouldn’t last long if she did. He reached down between them, pressing lightly on her swollen clit, before circling it with his thumb.
Waves of pleasure coursed through her body as he rubbed tight circles over the sensitive nub. She moaned in bliss, and then his mouth was on hers again, hot and desperate, as he brought her closer to the edge. Y/N clenched around him as he hit her in all the right places, gasping with each hard thrust.
Heat prickled their skin even as the cold shower poured down on them. Y/N’s chest rose and fell as she struggled to control her breathing. She whimpered as Minseok nibbled on her lower lip, before kissing her deeply.
He pulled back to watch her writhe against him, his eyes dark with lust. Holding her by the back of her neck, he tilted her head up, raining wet kisses down her throat.
“Minseok!” Y/N cried out, arching into him.
Minseok sped up, his thrusts becoming faster and more sloppy, losing tempo. His body trembled and he felt as though his legs would give out at any moment. He growled softly as Y/N bucked against him, forcing him deeper inside, her walls tightening around him as she approached orgasm. She clawed his back as he rammed into her relentlessly, his hips twitching in involuntary jerks.
“Y/N,” he breathed, his voice strained. “I… oh fuck.”
Unable to hold off any longer, Minseok came with a groan, one hand bracing himself against the wall and the other wrapped around Y/N’s waist, pulling her down onto him over and over, as he emptied himself into her.
His pulsing release triggered her own, and Y/N convulsed around him, moaning, as a flash of white heat overtook her senses. She gripped onto Minseok’s back, burying her head in his shoulder and riding out her orgasm.
Minseok muttered a string of profanities under his breath as he came down from his high. He pulled out of her and Y/N whimpered, making small noises of contentment as he pressed his face into her neck, scattering kisses across the slope of her shoulder.
She steadied herself on her feet as Minseok pulled away from her, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed with warmth.
Minseok smiled, leaning back and slumping against the wall, his breath coming in short, hard pants, as he tried to slow his pulse.
“Amazing,” she finished.
“Thank you,” he said with sincerity.
Y/N laughed softly. “Shouldn’t I be saying that? You did, after all, cheer me up.”
“Really?” he said, grinning. “In that case, can I ask for something in return?”
She pretended to think about it. “That depends. What do you want?”
He lifted her hand in his own, playing with her fingers. For a moment, Y/N thought he actually seemed nervous. Then he looked back up at her with that self-assured smirk.
“Let me take you out for coffee?”