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Beg | 18+ Kihyun x Reader Random Ass Mini Fic Bc MX Ruins My Life Sometimes
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dom Kihyun, handcuffs/bondage, good girl/yes sir energy, fade to black, under 1k words
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Idk but Kihyun needs to leave me alone too so here ughhhh lmao
“God, you’re shaking. You need me that bad, baby girl?”
You whine, head thrown back against the mattress, tugging at the cuffs on the bed that he’s so kindly wrapped around your wrists.
“Yes I need you,” you tug again, groaning when it just gets tighter. “& I need these things off of me so I can touch you.”
He laughs quietly as he sits back on his knees, looking over you like you’re a pretty present he just got to unwrap & can’t wait to play with.
“Can’t take them off you, need to play with what’s mine first,” he murmurs, his voice deep & full of promise.
Your mouth drops, a staggered breath leaving your lips. “Oh fuck, yes, please,” you say, forcing your eyes back into him. “I need that. Just touch me, baby.”
He leans down, his fingers brushing over your heated skin, the corner of his mouth lifting as you squirm beneath his fingertips.
“You are so pretty when you’re needy for me…”
His fingers stop right at your clit, just putting enough pressure to let you know he’s there as he slowly moves them. You suck in a sharp exhale, wrists pulling at the cuffs, your body instinctively pushing into his hand, needing more.
“Mmm, you’re such a greedy little thing tonight,” he says, stopping his movements, which makes you whine & puts a sly smile on his face. “What’s wrong, baby? You worried I won’t give you what you need?”
He moves a finger through the wetness, sliding through you easily once & then pulling away completely, sitting back on his knees again & looking at you laid out for him, completely bare & at his mercy.
“Then you should stop fucking with me…” he says, his gaze ravenous, & carrying the kind of raw hunger that makes your entire body go still. “And beg for me properly.”
Your stomach flips, thighs pushing together as a shaky breath leaves you slowly, forcing your eyes to stay on him. Only him.
“Yes, sir,” you whisper softly.
You open your legs slowly for him, intentionally, offering yourself to him entirely, like you know he needs. His eyes drop to you, then down to the spot on the sheets that’s already soaked even though he’s hardly touched you.
“Please, Kihyun. I’m so desperate for you. Look how ready I am. It’s all for you…only you. Please, I need you to take me.” You’re practically whining now, but you don’t dare look away. “Need you to fill me up until I know nothing but you.”
His face loosens just a little, the sound of you begging so sweetly for him like music to his ears.
“Such a good girl to me,” he says as his hands push down his shorts, freeing himself, aching & leaking already. He leans down over you, his lips ghosting yours. “I’m gonna give it to you… & you’re gonna take it.”
You whimper into his mouth as you feel the tip of his cock nudge against you, the anticipation coiled deep in your gut. “Please,” you whisper against his lips. “Make me yours.”
He growls low in his throat before he’s grabbing your hips & pushing in & burying himself deep inside you in one agonizingly brutal yet perfect thrust that steals the air straight from your lungs.
“Fuck!—“ you gasp, body arching off the mattress instantly. “Oh my god, Kihyun, you’re— oh god, you're so big so deep.”
“That’s right, baby,” he grunts out as he pulls back slowly, only to slam into you again, even more forceful than the last, your mouth falling open in a silent cry.
The cuffs dig into your wrists as he takes you, his pace relentless & maddening, the bed frame rocking against the wall with each troke & pulling pretty little moans from you like they’re his to take.
“Louder,” he growls. “Let me hear you. Want everyone to know who fucks you this good.”
You don’t have a choice but to scream bc he hits that spot inside you that makes you cry out, his name bouncing off the walls along with the slick sound of your bodies pressed together. It’s obscene, filthy. Perfect.
The sound that leaves him is somewhere between a groan & a curse, his forehead dropping against yours for just a second as every ounce of control he’s been clinging to finally breaks.
One hand finds your cheek while the other holds your hip, keeping his pace steady. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. “My perfect girl.”
The praise alone is enough, & you shatter completely around him, the cuffs pulling uselessly as your entire body shakes. He captures your lips in a hungry kiss, swallowing the primal & wrecked sound you make, holding you through it but not letting up one bit.
The room fades away until there’s nothing left but him, holding you together as you fall apart, & the feeling of being completely, hopelessly his right where you belong.
He’d be such a gentle lover. He’d be the type of guy who would hold the back of your head up to his forehead, mouth hung open, looking at you with pure love & adoration as he moves inside you. He’d hold you so carefully through all of it too, his big hands grounding you every second like he's terrified of letting you drift too far away from him. & when you reached the peak, he’d shush you quietly, kissing your temple as you come down, his voice bringing you back down to earth with him.
“I know, I know. Breathe, baby, breathe for me. There you go. You’re so beautiful. So beautiful.”
Favorites: kissing, handholding, forehead touching, slow thrusts, body worship, carrying you around, reassuring praise, rubbing your back, holding you close after
Kihyun:
He’d be intense but passionate, the type of lover who knows what he wants & will absolutely love every second of using you to get there. He’d guide you a lot, making sure you knew how good you make him feel. He’d start off confident & in control, only to end up breathless & completely obsessed with the way you fall apart for him. The more worked up he got, the more praise would slip out naturally, like it's just impossible for him to keep it inside anymore. He’d lose control & then laugh about it, needing to soften any ounce of composure he'd just lost, pulling you close to him & catching his breath.
“Come here. Get on top, mm— yeah, now turn around. Just like that. Oh fuck… That’s perfect. You feel incredible, baby.”
Favorites: neck kissing, biting/marking, guiding/talking you through it, eye contact, overstimulation, making you look at him, possessive touching
Minhyuk:
He'd be both soft & sweet, yet able to be rough & passionate too. He’d be able to switch very easily, matching whatever vibe you’re giving him at the time. He'd love figuring you out, too, noticing which reactions make you melt vs. which make you lose your mind. One night he'd have you shaking from how gently he touched you, the next he'd have you bent against the kitchen counter laughing breathlessly because neither of you could keep control for more than five seconds.
You in the mood for slow & sensual?
"Relax for me, baby. I wanna take my time with you tonight."
Want it rough & fast?
"Oh? That's the mood you're in tonight, huh? Alright then... come here, pretty girl."
Favorites: neck kisses, teasing you, playfulness, making you laugh during, switching between rough & soft, shower sex, lazy mornings after
Hyungwon:
He’d be passionate as hell, light candles, play low music, setting the mood every time. Your touch alone would calm him. He’d be slow but calculated, needing you to feel every inch of him, eye contact, hand holding while you make love. He'd treat intimacy like its own little world, shutting everything else out the second he got his hands on you. Being with him would occasionally bring tears to your eyes, the feeling of him taking you there, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.
“You feel that? You feel how we fit together? God, you're so perfect for me… my home.”
Favorites: romantic mood, eye contact, slow thrusts, handholding, deep kisses, quiet praise, waist touches, making you come apart slowly, falling asleep tangled together
Jooheon:
He’d be so eager to please, obsessed with you in a way you never knew someone could be. Anything you’d want, he’d do it without hesitation, completely addicted to being the one who makes you feel good. He’d get hard just from kissing & he’d be so vocal too. Lots of groans, moaning, & whimpering. He’d watch you intently, every soft sound or expression that crossed your face would be noted & used, determined to make you feel good every time. He’d get completely lost in you too, kissing you between every breathless praise like he just can't believe he gets to have you like this.
“That feel good, baby? Mm, yeah, I can tell bc you’re squeezing me so tight. Damn, baby… right there?”
Favorites: watching you, praise, hearing your moans, messy kissing everywhere, making you come first, constant touching, whining when you tease him, needy cuddling afterward
Changkyun:
He’d be obsessed with you, but love it when you bite back. He’d make you work harder for it if you’ve been bratty, but he'd always cave eventually, too obsessed with you to deny you for very long. In fact, he likes to play the game almost just as much as he likes pounding you into the mattress after. Beneath the teasing though, as soon as you start to look too overwhelmed, he'd soften completely, talking you through it in that low voice that makes your entire body melt. He’d love hearing you, often encouraging you to be louder, forcing your eyes on him as he takes you to heaven & back.
“Take it, that’s it, baby. Don’t you dare hold back. Let them know who makes you feel this good."
Favorites: teasing you, forced eye contact, hair pulling, making you work for it, biting/marking, controlling the pace, hearing how loud he makes you, possessive touches, praise with a smirk, soft aftercare after intensity
Wonho:
He’d downright worship you. Your body, your mind, your soul. There wouldn't be a moment where you'd have to wonder where his heart is. Making love with him would be passionate, sweaty, clinging onto his arms, shoulders, anywhere you could reach, your nails digging & leaving red streaks in the muscles of his back, an all-consuming type of love. He'd always be determined to make you fall apart first, needing to see it, feel it, before he even thinks about himself.
"Yeah, let me feel you. Give it to me, baby. Let go, I got you. I've always got you... Damn, you look so beautiful when you cum for me."
Favorites: body worship, deep kissing, leaving scratches on each other, hearing you come undone for him, carrying you around, holding you close, sweaty aftercare cuddling
Choose | Shownu x Hyungwon x Reader Random Ass Mini Fic Bc MX Ruins My Life Sometimes
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situationship, minorly suggestive towards the end, love triangle, fade to black, under 1k words
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I actually wanna do a way longer SH x HW x Reader, possibly with parts with lots of smut and tension eventually, so hopefully this is a good test to see if anyone's interested hahaha. Their new music video gave me sooo many ideas!!
In retrospect, you probably should’ve just left & gone home for the day when Hyungwon texted you:
“Come upstairs. We need to talk to you.”
Because nothing good had ever followed those words. Especially not with the 3 of you. You walk in the room, squinting softly at the bright lights for a moment before you look at both of them.
Hyungwon leaning over the table. Shownu on top of it. You cross your arms.
"You boys fighting again?”
Shownu doesn’t look at you right away, just keeps staring at the metal table that he’s sitting on, hands resting against his knees like he’s letting Hyungwon handle the conversation.
“You need to choose,” Hyungwon says, ignoring your comment.
Your eyebrows lift. “Choose?” you repeat, biting back a scoff. “What exactly does that mean?”
Hyungwon huffs a small laugh at that, shaking his head. "What else would I mean?” he asks, slowly throwing his hands out to the side and gesturing between him and Shownu. “One of us. You need to pick.”
You stand there, your eyes going from Hyungwon to Shownu, waiting to hear from him. When he still doesn’t say anything, you stare at him for a second longer before leaning your head forward slightly, brows lifting.
“Hello?” you prompt. "Shownu?"
He pushes himself off the table, fingers hooking around the straps across his chest as he looks at you now. “Just answer him,” he says calmly.
You let out an actual scoff this time, lifting your chin just barely. “No," you say.
Shownu’s head drops again. Hyungwon just looks at you. “Then we make the decision for you,” he says.
“You two?” You let out another laugh. “You guys are actually communicating now? That is an interesting development considering you two argued about what to eat last week.”
He doesn’t laugh. “Stop,” he says, his voice calm. Your smile falters a bit. “Stop doing that. You do this every time.”
You tilt your head, blinking for a second before you speak. “Do what?”
“Stall,” Shownu’s voice cuts through. You turn to him now. “You stall because you don’t want to admit it.”
You push your lips together. “Admit what? I'm sorry, but what exactly are you two trying to say?"
“That you want both,” Hyungwon says quickly, eyes locked on yours. You freeze. "You want both of us."
Your brows pull tight as you look back at Hyungwon, shaking your head once like you genuinely can’t comprehend what he just said. “Both?” You force a laugh again, shorter. “That’s—that's ridiculous.”
Hyungwon moves around the table, stepping a little closer to you. “Is it?”
Your mouth opens as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Yes,” you say, but it comes out quieter than you meant it to.
“Then choose,” Hyungwon says again.
You look at him, then back over to Shownu. “No," you repeat.
Hyungwon huffs this time. “Why?”
You turn your head to him. “Because,” you respond quickly.
“Because why?” Shownu asks.
“Because..." you look down around you, trying to think of literally anything else. "Because. This is stupid."
“What’s stupid,” Hyungwon says, leaning down onto the table again, his voice dropping lower, “is acting like we’re asking because we don’t already know.”
You look back and forth between both of them. Heat creeps up the back of your neck. Not because they’re wrong… but because they just said it out loud. The one thing none of you were ever supposed to name. The one thing that always felt impossible.
“Fine,” you say, quiet at first, looking down. “I’ll choose.”
Shownu waits with that patient look of his. Hyungwon just stares at you like he already knows what you’re going to do, deflect again. Run away. But not this time. The room feels smaller. Heavier. Every second making your pulse hit harder than it should at the thought.
“Say it,” Hyungwon says quietly.
You lift your head.
“Both.”
The room goes dead silent.
You fold your arms again, tilting your chin. “You wanted an answer? Well, there it is. I want both of you." Your eyes move from Hyungwon to Shownu, letting what you just said sink in before you continue. “So now what?”
Hyungwon leans back against the table, his eyes dragging over you in a way that feels entirely different now. Worse… or maybe better. You haven’t decided that yet.
He glances over to Shownu, brows raised almost curiously at him. Shownu returns the look with the slightest smirk. You swallow.
“Now… now we can stop pretending,” Hyungwon says calmly, turning his head back to you. “And focus on something else instead.”
He pushes off, circling around you slowly. Shownu moves in the opposite direction, quietly fixing his rolled-up sleeve as he circles around you, too.
You look back and forth between them, heat pooling low in your stomach but not just out of nervousness. Something far more exciting brewing underneath it all.
"Focus on… what?” You ask, voice quieter.
Shownu stops behind you. You feel his breath ghost over your neck. “You," he whispers low in your ear.
Your breath catches. You look back over your shoulder at him, and he just smiles softly at you, his hands coming to rest on your waist gently from behind. You lean back into him, letting him hold you against his hard body before Hyungwon's voice brings you back to him.
“You really should’ve just picked one,” he murmurs.
You turn back toward Hyungwon only to realize he’s already there, his eyes dark with something that makes your thighs clench together.
“Yeah?” you breathe, your voice growing more steady, confident. “But tell me something…”
You step forward, closing any distance left between you & Hyungwon, wrapping your arms around his neck. Shownu’s grip tightens on your waist, & you glance back at him, biting your lip & then back to Hyungwon again, smiling slowly.
You're Trouble | 18+ Jooheon x Reader (Jooheon's POV) Random Ass Mini Fic Bc He Ruins My Life Sometimes
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Please note this story is in Jooheon's POV (1st person) this time (:
dom Jooheon, lil bratty praise kink reader needs attention (again lmao), fingering, fade to black, ~1k words
You're doing it on purpose.
I realized it around the third time you shifted against me with a soft little sigh, glancing up at me like you & those tiny little shorts are completely innocent.
Dangerous game, baby.
Because now all I can think about is how fast I could have you falling apart for me if I stopped being patient. “Baby,” I murmur finally, glancing down at you. “You keep squirming around like that & we’re gonna have a problem.”
"Mm," you say, smiling innocently as you stretch & wiggle that perfect ass on me again. I bite back a groan. "But that's my favorite type of problem, Honey."
I smirk, shaking my head. "You're trouble," I murmur, my voice low. "You're lucky you always look so good when you're needy for me
I slide my arm around your waist, lifting you up so that you're straddling me now. The way your thighs look wrapped around me is unreal. Those shorts are fucking pointless, and you know it.
Focus, Jooheon.
"But I know you know, baby," my voice drops, eyes dropping to your mouth, then back up to your eyes. "That I like it better when you use your words."
You bite your bottom lip, tilting your head. "Yeah? Well..." you lean in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper, those sweet eyes looking like sin and heaven at once. "I like it better when you make me."
I let out an amused breath, hands sliding up to grip your waist now.
Damn, you're such a pretty brat.
“Careful,” I murmur, voice low as my thumb comes up to brush over your bottom lip, smirking when your lips part instinctively. “You keep talking like that & I’m gonna stop being so nice.”
Your eyes flash, an excited look spreading across your face immediately.
There you are. That needy little thing that’s been teasing me just waiting to finally get what she wants. You know I'll always give it to you.
Eventually.
"So,” I murmur, pulling you closer to me. “You wanna use those words now?”
You smile, biting your lip as you lock your eyes on mine, that little defiant smirk still on your face. Annnnnd then... you grind against me again. Slow. Hard. Intentional.
I suck a breath in quick.
Goddamn, you feel good. I need you. I always need you.
“That’s it,” I mutter low with a quiet laugh as I try to regain some of my composure. “You’ve officially lost your fucking couch privileges.”
I stand up with you still wrapped around me so fast that you squeal, your arms tightening around my neck as I start walking towards the bedroom.
“Honey—“ you breathe, and I laugh, shaking my head once.
That's cute.
“Nope,” I cut you off as I push through the door with one hand. “You’ve spent the last thirty minutes begging for my attention.” I drop you on the mattress carefully, leaning over you & caging you in as my hand moves up your thigh. “Now you’re gonna sit there & take it.”
I smirk, dimples sinking deep as I raise my brows at you. “You got any problems with that?”
You shake your head once, biting your lip. “No."
“Good answer,” I murmur before I finally kiss you. It’s not soft this time.
Just enough teeth & tongue to pull that needy sound from your throat that I love while my hand slides higher up your thigh, yanking those tiny shorts out of the way like they’ve been pissing me off all night.
When my fingers find you, you're already soaked. I'm not surprised, but damn, I love how ready you always are for me. I slide through you easily, gathering the wetness & pulling it up to circle over where you want me the most.
Your mouth falls open as your head falls back onto the mattress, that teasing edge of yours already gone.
“Where’d that attitude go, baby? C’mon,” I growl against your lips, pushing two fingers inside you & swallowing that pretty fucking moan. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
“Fuck, Jooheon—” you gasp, clenching tight around my fingers, your hips bucking into my hand like the greedy girl you are.
A quiet laugh rumbles through my throat. “Yeah, you will, baby,” I murmur as I curl my fingers more, finding that spot that makes your thighs start to tremble. “But you’re gonna be a good girl & cum for me first.”
I start working you faster, harder, my other hand pressing your stomach to keep you from squirming away from me. “Aren’t you, baby?”
You whimper, nodding frantically as your nails dig into my forearm. “Y—yes,” you breathe, your eyes squeezing shut.
I feel you start to flutter around me, little tight squeezes that make my dick throb against the fabric of my jeans, desperately wanting to sink into this pretty pussy too. But I can wait. Need to watch you fall apart on my fingers first.
“Come on, baby, don’t you hold back,” I murmur against your skin on your neck, sinking my teeth in the sensitive flesh there at the same time that my thumb presses on your clit. I rub in time with my fingers, feeling you right there on the edge.
“That’s it,” I groan, my eyes never locked on you, needing to see you as you surrender yourself to the pleasure. To me. “Give it to me. Now.”
As soon as I tell you to, you shatter, screaming my name as your back arches up off the mattress. The sound that leaves you is almost enough to undo me right there. “I know, I know," I groan softly, my fingers still curled deep, "let it out, baby."
The muscles in my arms are on fire, but I don’t let up as you continue to break. If anything, I go harder, not stopping until you’ve soaked my hand & ruined my sheets all at once.
“I know, I know," I groan softly as you twitch with the aftershocks, my fingers still curled deep as I slow my movements. "Let it out, baby."
I press soft kisses to your face, whispering into your ear as you come down. How beautiful you are, how good you always are for me, how proud I am of you. And then I pull my fingers out, smirking at the soft sigh you make at the loss.
“Welcome back, pretty girl,” I say softly. That blissed out post orgasm high makes you look unfairly beautiful. “You here with me?”
You nod, reaching out & pulling me closer, kissing me like you’re still starving even though you can barely move. “Always with you, Honey,” you whisper, your voice completely wrecked.
The corner of my mouth lifts as I brush a damp strand of hair away from your forehead, kissing your temple.
“Good, that’s good, baby,” I murmur, my voice dropping as I slowly smirk against your skin. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet."
This one is super delulu lmaooo so get cozy & absolutely no touching grass while reading this one okay?? It'll ruin the vibe, just trust me.
The hotel door opens, and you fling your phone down, eyes snapping up to see an exhausted but happy-looking Jooheon walk through the door.
"Hey, baby," he says softly, his dimples on full display as he comes over to you immediately. One hand finds your waist like it always does, pulling you into him.
"Hey," you say back, your voice flatter than usual.
He pulls back, brows furrowed tight as he studies your face. "Everything okay?"
You nod once. "How was the concert?"
He stares at you for a second longer, like he's not quite convinced, but he answers anyway. "It was incredible. Jakarta Monbebes were insane, so full of energy. No idea why it's taken us so long to have a stop there," he says, laughing as he recalls something else. "Hyungwon chewed our manager's ear out on the way home because of it."
You laugh quietly as you pull away, heading back into the living room. "Yeah? That's awesome, though," you say. "I'm glad it was a good show, you sure looked like you enjoyed yourself."
He pauses. "What does that mean?"
You shrug, sitting back on the couch and pulling your phone out. "Nothing," you say as you start to scroll again. "Just looked like you had a really good time."
He narrows his eyes at you, walking around to stand in front of you on the couch. "I did," he says. His eyes drop to your phone, then back to your face. "So... what'd you see this time?"
You don't answer, just keep scrolling.
"Y/n," his tone drops, more serious. "You know when I'm on stage, I'm just performing, right?"
You scoff, nodding shortly. "Yeah, yeah. I know."
You see him smirk out of the corner of your eye, and your gaze flicks up. "Is something funny?" You ask, annoyance laced in your tone.
"I'm just amused," he says casually. "You've been sitting here scrolling through fancams all night while you got jealous over me hyping the crowd, right? It's cute. You're always cute when you get like this," he gestures to the phone. "Come on, which one was it?"
"You think this is cute?" You repeat, shaking your head. "Yeah, well, I don't feel cute having to watch you thrust on the floor in front of thousands of screaming women."
"Ahhh... that one?" He lets out a quiet, amused laugh. "That was nothing. Hyungwon wanted me to do his move in No Air, that's all it was."
You huff out a breath at that. "Nothing?" You snap back. "You sure looked happy as hell with the reaction you got for it to just be 'nothing.'"
You hold out your phone to him. "You're all over my timeline. People are losing their minds, but yeah," you toss the phone onto the couch. "It sure was nothing."
He tilts his head back, letting out another small laugh, shaking his head. "Baby girl," he says, looking back at you. "I was just having some fun in the moment. You know it never means anything."
"Mhm," you murmur, standing back up and heading over towards the kitchen to pretend like you just need to get some water. You feel him follow you, and then his hands wrap around your waist from behind. You still, waiting for it.
"You know..." he starts, his chin resting on your shoulder. "Even when there are thousands of girls screaming for me on stage, you're still the only person I'm thinking of," he presses a soft kiss to your neck before he drops to a low murmur. "The only one who matters."
The tension in you falters when you feel him against you, your body reacting to him before your pride can catch up. You close your eyes, a slow breath escaping you as you hear his voice low in your ear, feel his lips on your skin. It's grounding, but still, it's not easy. Even when you want to pretend it is.
"I'm allowed to be annoyed," you finally say, shoulders dropping. "It's just hard sometimes, Jooheon."
You look up at him, something more vulnerable seeping through the seams. "I know it's your job, I do," you add quietly. "The performing, the fan service, everything in between. I know what I signed up for, and this is stupid, I just..." you trail off, looking down. "Sometimes it doesn't feel like I get to be the only one who sees you like that. The only one you look at."
His grip on your hips softens just slightly. "Hey," he murmurs, quieter now as he turns you around, a calm and tender look in his eyes. "Look at me."
You do, reluctantly.
"It's not stupid. Don't say that," he says quietly. "I know it's hard. I know it feels like I belong to the world when the lights go on, and I hate that it makes you feel like this... like you're just another face lost in the crowd."
He tilts your chin, making sure you’re really looking at him. “But they get a performance, a version of me. You?… behind the stage, underneath all the layers? You get everything. You get all of me.” He brushes your cheek, his voice gentle. “And no matter what, I always come home to you. You’re the only one I ever care about finding my way back to."
A quiet pause settles between you two, like he's waiting for everything he just said to settle deep in your chest. “You know that, don’t you?” he asks.
You take a deep breath, nodding once. "I do," you whisper. “I know that. I…I believe you.”
“Good,” he says, his eyes searching your face like he’s trying to make sure you’re not just saying it. His thumb brushes slowly across your cheek again, and when he sees some of that tension finally melting off your face, the corner of his mouth twitches up slightly. "There's my girl," he murmurs.
You roll your eyes a little at that, but your lips betray you with the smallest smile. And that's when a teasing look creeps back into his expression, his eyes darkening.
"You know what I think this is really about, though?" he asks, leaning in a little closer. Your eyes flick up to his. "I think... part of the reason why you get like this is because... You really like what happens after."
You bite the inside of your cheek, lips pursed as you try to keep a straight face. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He smiles. "Oh, I think you do, baby," he says, his voice low as he studies your face. "I think you like me coming home and having to remind you that I'm yours. Nobody else's."
He presses into you, his grip on your waist tightening. "Isn't that right?" He asks. "Don't lie to me now."
You bite your lip, unable to hide the way your body reacts to him. "Maybe," you whisper back, looking up at him under your lashes. "Maybe I do like that part."
The corner of his mouth lifts up again. "Maybe?" he repeats. "I think it's a little more than just maybe." He leans in closer, his nose lightly brushing against yours. You lean into it, nuzzling into his touch like your body has already forgiven him before you've fully decided to.
“You like knowing that no matter how many eyes are on me, that I’m yours when the lights turn off. All those screams? None of them comes close to yours.”
His hands slide from your waist to the small of your back, pushing you flush against him so that there's no denying where this is heading. He presses a soft, painfully slow kiss to the corner of your mouth, nudging so that you turn your head just enough for him.
"So," he murmurs low against your ear. "Why don't you stop worrying about them... and let me remind you who I come home for."
You can't stop the grin that spreads across your face, slow and genuine, as the tension in your shoulders finally eases up completely, giving in like you always do. Because even though you still struggle with the jealousy sometimes, knowing that he still wants you is all the reassurance you need.
"You're so annoying when you're right, Lee Jooheon," you mutter, but there's no bite to it. You turn your head to capture his lips properly this time, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him down closer.
"Okay, fine. Remind me then," you pull back to look him in the eye, one brow arching teasingly. "But don't think that a kiss and a few sweet words are gonna make me forget about those floor thrusts completely, Honey."
He laughs softly before he kisses you once more, deeper this time. "Fair enough," he murmurs as he pulls back. "I'll put in the extra work to make you forget everything you saw tonight. We'll take our time. It might take a while, though..." His hands drift down your back to grab your ass firmly, squeezing it. "Maybe even hours, if you're lucky."
You gasp playfully. "Mmm, hours?" You smile against his lips. "You promise?"
He grins, showing off those dimples that make it impossible to ever really be annoyed at him as he presses a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. "I promise," he murmurs. "And you know I always keep my promises."
Then he grabs you, pulling you by your hand. "Let's go, baby. Bedroom. Unless you'd prefer me to remind you right here on the counter?"
"Don't tempt me, Honey," you say as you lean back against the counter for a second longer just to tease the idea before you push off.
You squeeze his hand tight, scrunching your nose as you start towing him toward the hallway yourself now. "Bedroom. If you're gonna try and erase that mental image, you're gonna need a hell of a lot more space than what the kitchen counter offers."
You add an extra sway to your hips as you walk away, fully aware of the way his eyes drag over you appreciatively. A quiet laugh leaves him as he follows you from behind. "Oh, you're so enjoying this now," he murmurs.
"Maybe a little," you tease back over your shoulder, a small smirk on your face.
He shakes his head before he pushes the door shut behind him. You turn to face him, your fingers hooking in his belt loops, tugging him to the edge of the bed. "C'mon then, Honey," you murmur, pulling him flush against you. "You've got a lot of making up to do."
"Mm," he hums low, the sound low in his throat as his hands settle on your waist. "I think I can manage that."
He grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it to the side carelessly. He takes your hand, guiding it down his chest slowly and intentionally, until your palm rests against the ink on his stomach. "Is this better, baby?" he asks quietly.
Your eyes drag over his chest shamelessly, feeling the hard lines of his muscles beneath your fingertips as you trace the tattooed wings on his skin. "Much better," you murmur.
A small smile tugs at his lips as he watches you touch him, your fingers already moving toward the button of his jeans. "Yeah," he murmurs softly, catching your wrist before you can get any further. "I know how much you like having me all to yourself."
The words hit you harder than they should. He steps closer, slowly backing you toward the edge of the bed until your knees hit the mattress. "But tonight isn't about me, baby girl," he says, voice low and full of promise.
His fingers tighten gently around your wrist before he leans down, pressing a slow and soft open-mouthed kiss right below that spot under your ear. "Tonight," he murmurs against your skin, "you don't have to compete with anybody."
He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes fixed on your face with a hunger that makes shivers run down your spine. "You never do with me."
Your mouth parts, heart racing beneath your chest. God, you love it when he looks at you like that.
"So..." He continues, releasing your wrist to nudge your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes. "I think it's time that I spoil my girl a little. What do you think?"
"Mmm," you hum softly, biting your lip. "I think I'd like that a lot."
"Good," he smiles, knuckles grazing against your cheek. "Lie back for me, baby."
You sink back onto the mattress slowly, and the look on his face when he follows you down nearly steals the breath from your lungs all over again.
One hand braces beside your head while the other slides along your waist gently before he leans down, pressing a soft and lingering kiss to your mouth first. Then his hands start pushing your shirt up, his lips moving down your neck, kissing and licking at your skin like a man starved.
"You always taste so good, baby," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. When he gets to your bra, his arm reaches around to unclasp it with practiced ease, and he sits back to watch them slip out from underneath. "God, you're so beautiful... Have I told you that today?"
Your face flushes because it's him, and it always does when he looks at you like that, like he still somehow doesn't believe that you're real. His.
"You told me that this morning," you whisper breathlessly as his lips ghost lower again.
"Mhm," he hums slowly. "And I'm gonna keep saying it until you finally believe me."
His words settle somewhere deep in your chest, warm and heavy, before he kisses you again, deeper this time. "Now," he mutters, one hand skirting around to the front of you, fingers playing with the hem of your waistband. "Let me take care of you properly."
With that, he drags your underwear down your legs slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as he crawls back over your body to claim your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, tongues tangling together as you taste each other and the desperation and love all at once.
The rest of his clothes disappear somewhere along the way, and you waste no time reaching out, your hands roaming every inch of exposed skin, tracing over each line and mark like you're trying to memorize him all over again.
One of his hands drifts in between your thighs, his fingers finding exactly where you need him the most, and the quiet sound you make when he slides through you pulls a satisfied smile from his lips against your skin.
"Oh, baby, you're absolutely dripping for me," he murmurs as he runs through the wetness waiting for him, your back arching up gently. "I think you liked those thrusts a little more than you wanted to admit, huh?"
Your face burns instantly at that, a soft and betrayed sound escaping your lips as you dig into his forearm. "Shut up," you mumble weakly, but your hips chase after him anyway, always greedy for more.
He laughs quietly before leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth, teasing. "Make me," he whispers.
Before you get the chance to respond, he's pushing a finger inside you, and your head falls back against the pillows with a broken moan, all ability to form any sort of witty, smartass comeback instantly evaporating. "Fuck! Joo—"
"Yeah, I know, baby," he murmurs into your ear, not letting up and instead curling his finger just right. "I got you."
He adds a second finger, stretching you slowly, his mouth falling open as he watches you like he's savoring the way you tighten around him. "God, you feel so good around my fingers," he pulls them out slowly, and your eyes fly open. You're about to whine at the loss of him when he brings them to your lips. "Taste yourself, baby."
Your whimper, but your mouth opens instantly, taking his fingers into your mouth and sucking slowly, your eyes never leaving his. The salty warmth of his skin mixed with the lingering taste of yourself sends another wave of heat straight through you, making you clench around nothing.
You let go with a soft pop, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you gaze up with him, your eyes hazed with need. "Please, Honey..." you whisper, breathless. "I need you. Now."
"I'm right here," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, his lips lingering like he's trying to ground himself to the moment with you. "I'm always gonna be right here."
Then he moves to settle himself between your thighs, lining himself up with you, the anticipation tightening in your stomach. When your eyes meet, all you see is the intensity in his gaze and it makes your heart flutter, any lingering doubt or fear just melting away.
"I love you," you say softly, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, tugging him down for another kiss. You pull back, a small, mischievous look on your face. "Now please.. don't make me wait anymore, Honey. Not after having to watch all that terrible thrusting."
A low, dangerous rumble of a laugh slips out of him, his eyes darkening with amusement and intent. "Oh, so now they're terrible, huh?" He says as his hands on your hips tighten, holding you exactly where he wants you. "We'll see about that."
With one sharp, deliberate snap of his hips, he buries himself inside you, and the air rushes out of your lungs into a ragged moan. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he fills you completely, stretching you in a way only he can.
You feel him everywhere at once, overwhelming and perfect in the same breath, and for a moment you can't even speak, only feel. Your head falls back onto the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as you adjust to him, a broken and breathless "Oh God—" falling from your lips.
"You feel that, baby?" he groans, his face contorted in pleasure as he watches you. "You take me so well. You know what you feel like to me?" He drops his forehead to rest on yours, your breath hot as it mingles together before whispering. "You feel like home."
Your breath hitches at his words as he starts to rock his hips, slow and deep, dragging every movement out. "Yes," you manage to get out, voice barely audible. "Feels like— fuck... You feel like heaven, Jooheon —please, please move. Need more."
"Oh, I'll give you more," he murmurs, his voice low as he steals another quick kiss, and then comes back up to hold your legs as he sets a steady but punishing rhythm that has the bed hitting up against the wall.
He watches you so intently, like he's committing every flicker of pleasure that crosses your face to his memory. "How could I ever stop when you're squeezing me this tight?" He throws his head back, grip tight on your legs in the air. "Fuck, y/n... You were made for me, god, you were made for me."
You whimper, fingers digging into his forearms, nodding. "I was," you breathe. "We were made for each other."
His hips falter at your words before he leans back down over you, kissing you hard— all teeth and tongue and pure desperation. His arm slides underneath you, lifting you just enough to keep you pressed against him as he shifts, rolling onto his back in one smooth motion.
You let out a surprised, breathless gasp at the sudden movement, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his waist as you settle over him now. Your hands steady yourself on his chest, hair falling around your face as you look down at him and grin. "Hi," you say softly, biting your lip as you test out a roll of your hips.
He lets out a quiet breath, hands coming to rest where they belong. "Hi, beautiful," he says. His hands squeeze the flesh at your hips, gently guiding you to take control as he watches you.
"Ride me, baby girl," he murmurs, that one dimpled smirk on full display as he looks up at you. "This is the part they don't get."
A soft smile spreads across your face at that, another slow, deliberate roll of your hips pulling that sound you love so much from his throat.
The visual of him on the stage earlier flashes through your head again for just a second, his hips thrusting into the air while thousands of people lost their minds over him. But now he's beneath you instead, looking up at you with wide, blown pupils and flushed skin, letting you take exactly what they'll never be able to.
The thought alone sends another rush of heat low in your stomach. God. Maybe the jealousy was worth it after all. And maybe he's right... You fucking love what comes after it, too.
"Mm," you murmur softly, eyes darkening. "Yeah... I guess they really don't, do they?" You grind your hips against his again, slower this time. "That's only for me."
He smiles as he pushes up into you at the same time, just to prove a point, pulling a gasp from your lips. "Only for you," he repeats. "Now take me, baby."
You don't have to be told again. Your knees dig into the mattress for leverage as you start to move, lifting up and sinking down onto him with a slow, intentional rhythm that has him groaning, his fingers digging into your skin with every roll.
Your pace picks up, and your head falls back, hands finding his thighs to lean on as you grind down on him. The friction is perfect, rubbing on your clit in a maddening way that makes your head spin.
You can feel him watching you, feel the way his hands grip your hips tight, the way his muscles in his thighs tense as your nails dig into them. It's perfect. He's perfect.
"You feel so good," you practically whine, breathless, your voice shaking as your body starts to tremble while you chase that high. "So deep..."
"Yeah?" he says with a quiet laugh, his hands coming out to caress your boobs. "You want it deeper, baby?"
His thumbs brush over your nipples, gently rolling them between his fingers, and your hips jerk involuntarily as a sharp cry tears through you. "Yes," you pant. Your hands move to rest on his chest now, bracing yourself. "Please, baby. Fuck me harder."
He groans, his hands sliding down to your hips, gripping so hard that you know you’ll still feel the imprint of his hands long after tonight. He holds you in place as he starts to thrust up into you, meeting your movement with sharp, powerful movements of his own that jolt your whole body.
"Oh my god—" You squeeze your eyes shut, mouth stuck open in a silent scream. "Just like that, Jooheon, fuck— you're gonna make me cum!"
His jaw clenches hard, the muscles in his neck tensing as he fucks you without letting up, driving into you with everything he has. "Then let go, baby," he urges, his voice strained as he locks eyes with you. "Let me have it. I wanna feel you soak me."
His grip tightens as he keeps you grounded against him, one more hard thrust into you, and you break, shattering around him as a broken cry of his name rips from your throat. Your whole body goes taut, thighs shaking violently around him as he holds you through it, his pace growing even more frantic.
Sweat clings to his skin as a rough curse in his native tongue slips through his lips, his face twisting with pure pleasure as you squeeze him, his composure slipping by the second. You can barely think, barely breathe, completely wrecked and blissed out, but all you know is you want him here with you.
"Give it to me," you breathe, voice breaking as your eyes meet his with pure desperation. "Don't hold back, please. I need it, baby."
"Christ, y/n—" he groans, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips jerk in a jagged motion. “I got you, I got you, baby.”
He lets go with a hoarse shout of your name, burying himself deep one last time. You collapse against his chest, his arms wrapping tight around your back to anchor himself to you as he trembles beneath you.
The world feels like it narrows down to just you and the heat of him, and for a moment, all you do is listen to the frantic thud of his heartbeat slow gradually under your ear. He presses a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering as he breathes you in.
"You okay?" he murmurs softly, fingers coming to brush the damp strands of hair off your flushed face.
You hum contentedly, your body growing limp under his touch. "More than okay," you say, lifting your head and pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to his chest. "I'm perfect."
He continues to comb his fingers through your hair, almost like he just can't stop touching you, even though you're still on top of him. "Perfect, huh?" he asks.
You nod slowly. "Mhm."
A quiet smile spreads across his face. "Good," he murmurs. "That's all I ever want."
The words settle something deep in your chest, warm and reassuring in the best way, making every doubt and insecurity melt away like it always somehow does with him.
"Sorry that I got jealous again," you mumble after a moment, hiding your face in his chest, the reality of how silly it was coming over you.
He shifts onto his side, pulling you down with him so he can look at you, thumb brushing your cheek. "Don't apologize," he says, his tone more serious. "Don't ever apologize for that. Just.. talk to me, okay? When it gets too loud in that pretty head of yours." He kisses you on the top of your head, looking you in the eyes. "I love you. Only you. Nobody else."
You look at him for a second after that, your chest tightening in the best way possible, before you just lean in, kissing him softly. "God," you murmur against his lips. "How do you always know exactly what to say to me?"
A warm and sleepy dimpled grin spreads across his face as he shrugs. "I pay attention," he says simply.
Your heart melts a little at that answer, and you feel your cheeks heat up, so you drop your face to his chest again. "That answer was way too smooth," you laugh.
He chuckles softly, looking pleased with himself as his fingers continue to trace small circles against your back. "Mhm," he murmurs. "You love it when I'm smooth."
"Unfortunately," you sigh dramatically.
He smiles again, squeezing you tight against him. The room settles back into something warm and quiet after that, just the two of you wrapped around each other, slow heartbeats, and lazy touches until eventually he shifts beneath you slightly.
"Okay, wait," he says after a moment. "I have a serious question, though."
You lift your head immediately. "Yeah?" your eyes narrowing a little at him, "what is it?"
His dimples sink deep. "Are my hips forgiven now?"
You stare at him for a second before a laugh bursts out of you despite yourself. He's so damn lucky he's cute.
"Hmm," you lift your chin slightly, like you're trying to hold onto at least a tiny bit of your pride even if you are still sticky and tangled with him, loving every second of it too. "Temporarily," you tease.
He laughs quietly before leaning down to kiss you right on the nose. "I'll take it,” he whispers.
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Thank you so much for reading!!! Hope it was enjoyed!! <3 Oh, also, the thrusting on the floor to Hyungwon’s No Air really did happen at a concert a few weeks ago... If you missed it, highly recommend watching the fancams after this for some good ol’ ✨ reader immersion ✨& bc well, Jooheon is hot 😩 hahaha, catch ya at the next one!
Distractions | Jooheon x Reader Random Ass Ficlet Bc He Ruins My Life Sometimes I Mean LOOK AT HIM??
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Suggestive but no smut, fade to black, kinda dom Jooheon, bratty reader who needs attention, under 1k words
Your phone dings. 📳
Honey 🍯: need to hear your voice or I’m never finishing this work 😒 FaceTime me for a bit?
You smiled and pressed the call button immediately.
Now you’ve been keeping him company for the last hour while he works, his hair all tousled & those gold glasses making him look dangerously good through the screen. It's unfair, really. His job had him out all day, & now the only thing you get to see is how gorgeous he looks without you??
Rude.
You should probably let him just focus on his work. But it's been over an hour & you've been pretty good, & honestly? Distracting him is way more fun.
He looks over, taking a sip from his cup. "You still with me, baby girl?"
You lift your head slightly. “Mhm,” you mumble, pretending to be tired. “Barely, but I’m here.”
He laughs softly. “You should be asleep by now.”
“Probably,” you admit, taking the phone with you as you roll onto your back. The new angle earns you the exact glance downward you were hoping for.
That’s cute. You love it when he thinks he’s being subtle. You push your arms together a bit more just because you can.
“Mm, go get ready for bed, babe,“ he says finally, smiling just enough for one dimple to show. “Come say goodnight to me when you’re done. I’ll be here.”
That works perfectly, actually. You nod, sighing a soft breath like you're just so tired as you move to prop your phone up against the bathroom counter.
When you quietly disappear into your bedroom closet, you already know exactly which little lace set you’re about to put on. That baby pink one that hugs all your curves perfectly, leaving very little for the imagination. He hasn't seen it yet, so what better time to show it off when he can't touch you in real life?
You smirk to yourself. This is going to be fun.
A few minutes later, you come back into the camera’s view, smiling when you see him still immersed in his computer still. You take a second to fluff your hair once more, then you gently clear your throat.
“I’m ready,” you say sweetly.
He looks over, mid-typing & immediately freezes. Like actually freezes.
One brow arches while his eyes roam over you slowly, taking in every single detail of the pink lace with an almost painful concentration.
He swallows.
"....what the hell is that?" he says quietly.
You try to bite back your smile. "What?" You shrug innocently. “You told me to get ready for bed.”
His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek. “Baby girl,” he says, abandoning his computer completely now, “you cannot just put something like that on while I’m working. Are you trying to kill me?"
You pout cutely, swaying just a little to the camera. “Why not? I’m just doing what you said, is all. I thought you'd like it."
He lets out a short laugh, shaking his head like he’s trying to regain a sliver of control over the situation.
You turn a little to give him a side view now, your fingers brushing over the pink bow tied across your boobs, the only thing holding them both in place.
You gently tug on the ribbon, dangerously close to letting a nipple slip as you tilt your head at him. “Do you not like it?”
His expression changes right away. He leans back in his chair, adjusting as he watches you with dark eyes.
“You know damn well I do,” he hums low. “But I also know you. Teasing me while I'm trying to work. Someone’s feeling bratty tonight, huh?”
You can’t help but smile and laugh quietly. The way his gaze burns through the screen sends a rush of heat down your spine. He always sees right through you, and you know it.
“Am I?” you tease. Your fingers move over the satin that falls over your ass, lifting it just enough to show you have absolutely nothing on underneath. “And what are you going to do about it from way over there?”
His eyes narrow behind the rim of his glasses, his gaze intense at your challenge. “Just consider yourself lucky that I’m not there,” he says, crossing his arms as his voice lowers. “Because if I was? You wouldn’t even make it near your bed with that little outfit still on.”
You bite your lip hard, already imagining what it would be like if he were here to rip it off you.
Yes, please.
“Well…” you begin, your voice dipping into an alluring tone. “Maybe you should stop working already... & get your ass over here then.”
You lean in closer, giving him your sweetest smile. “Or are you just all talk, Honey?”
He doesn’t say anything.
Your stomach drops. You fucking love that feeling.
He stares at you for a second longer before he grabs his phone, the screen shaking as he stands up.
“What are yo—?”
“Twenty minutes,” he cuts you off as he starts walking, the faint sound of his keys heard through the speakers. “And don’t even think about changing out of that before I get there."
He pauses, focusing the camera on him again to look you in the eyes. "Got it, baby girl?”
You bring the phone closer to your face to meet his gaze, still smirking softly.
“Yes, sir,” you breathe.
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in true shel fashion, here i am writing a ficlet inspired by a bubble live instead of finishing the one shot I've been working on, I'M SORRY, blame the ADHD lmao.
In all seriousness, I'm trying to do more spur of the moment stuff to kinda challenge my writing and get more prompt ideas so I'll prob post more short under 1k stuff like this every now & then that are way less polished than my other fics. Hope y'all like them too!
And the next one shot is really almost done! Got a smutty reassurance/jealous jooheon x reader to indulge in soon hehe.
You get on him, his hands immediately find your waist as he smiles up at you. “Damn, you feel so good like this,” he says, voice dropping. “You fit me perfectly.”
Your cheeks heat up, your body pushing down on him instinctively as your hands find his cheeks. “Yeah?” You murmur softly, thumbs brushing over the curves in his face. “I think that’s because I was made for you, Honey.”
His dimples sink in deeper as his thumbs press into your hips, keeping you there so you can feel exactly what you do to him. “Mhm,” he hums lowly, eyes full of that soft look that somehow melts you and turns you on at the same time. “And I’m about to spend the rest of the night proving that to you.”
Scenario: You're not even friends, just enemies with benefits.
Mood + Warnings: Enemies with Benefits • Toxic Tension • Push & Pull • Late Night Hookup • Verbal Sparring • Power Struggle • Rough Sex • Biting • Handjob • Blowjob • Unprotected Sex • No Aftercare
Word count: ~4k
Recommended Track: Enemies With Benefits - MONSTA X
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Hi hi!
I did a poll on X asking who people wanted to be enemies with benefits with & Kihyun won by a landslide, so here we are!! My first non-Jooheon imagine too! 😆
This one leans a little more angsty/toxic than my usual, so just a quick reminder that everything in this is 100% consensual and purely fictional. It does not reflect the real Kihyun in any way shape or form. This is just a made up story inspired by a song, nothing more. Enjoy! Xx
The knock on the door pulls you out of your doomscrolling, your eyes dragging over to the time on the phone.
12:32 AM.
You sigh, pushing yourself off the couch reluctantly to cross the room. You don't even look, just unlock the door and swing it open.
It's him. Of course it is.
You glance down at the bottle in his hand— the same one as always. That one pink champagne. The one he claims is too sweet but always brings it anyway.
You look back at him unimpressed before a quiet breath leaves you, something between a mix of a sigh and a scoff. Neither of you says a word as you step back, and leave the door open while you turn and head toward the kitchen.
The door shuts quietly behind you as you open the cabinet, but you don't turn around. You reach in, pulling down two glasses without asking.
"I thought we said we were done doing this," you say, your voice quiet.
Kihyun sets the bottle on the counter and moves to the drawer by the fridge, the one that always holds the corkscrew.
"We did," he says as he starts to twist it into the cork, looking back at you over his shoulder. "Why are you getting us glasses then?"
You huff, rolling your eyes as you turn and set the glasses down on the counter, sliding yours a little closer to him.
"Just pour the drink, Kihyun."
A quiet laugh slips under his breath as the cork pops, a smirk pulling at his lips. His head lifts, and his eyes meet yours for the first time this evening before his brow ticks up, holding the bottle up between the two of you.
"If you insist," he says. His gaze never leaves yours as he tilts the bottle, pouring into your glass.
You take it from him the second it's full, bringing it to your lips for a long sip. He pours himself a glass. You watch, waiting for that familiar twist of his lips, and when it comes—
"Still too sweet?" You ask.
He swallows, smacking his lips like he's trying to get the taste to fade quicker. "God, shit's terrible," he mumbles, setting the glass on the table. "It's like I can feel the cavities already forming."
You shake your head, letting out a half-amused breath as you take another sip of yours. "That's dramatic," you say bluntly. "Why do you always bring it here if you hate it so much?"
His eyes meet yours, but he doesn't answer. Just looks at you like he might, like he's thinking about it. Your grip tightens around your glass before you look away, taking another sip as if the question didn't even matter in the first place.
He lingers for another beat before he shakes his head, brushing the thought off completely. "How's your one guy?" he asks, changing the subject. "What's his name again?"
You lean back, shrugging.
"Wouldn't know," you say, not looking at him as you swirl your drink. "We're not seeing each other anymore. Just didn't work out."
He lets out an amused breath. "Shocker."
You narrow your eyes, glaring at him. "Shut up," you snap back. "What about you and that one chick? Has she gotten tired of you yet?"
He brings his glass to his lips again, taking another slow sip like he's got all the time in the world. His eyes land on yours over the rim. "You know the answer to that if I'm here," he says. He sets his glass down and shrugs. "It was never going to last."
You hum, nodding once like you agree. "Probably because of your giant ego," you say casually, glancing at your glass again.
He lets out a short laugh, shaking his head as he moves a little closer. "Yet you keep coming back to it."
Your eyes snap up to his, irritation simmering. "You say that like you weren't the one who showed up at my door tonight—" you push yourself off the stool, setting your glass down on the counter and get into his space. "—again."
He doesn't hesitate. He steps in, crowding you until your lower back presses into the counter. "Well," he murmurs low. "You didn't have to open it."
You bite the inside of your cheek, holding onto the front for a second longer before looking at him, voice low, almost daring. "Would you have really gone away?"
He doesn't answer right away. Just looks at you, his head tilting slightly as his eyes roam over your face, then drops to your mouth, like he's already made up his mind. Then he shakes his head, voice steady. "No."
Your breath catches, just for a second, but he notices. He always does. His mouth twitches almost like he was waiting for it. "That's what I thought."
You scoff, your eyes dropping away from his, looking at anything but him because you just can't. "You're so full of yourself," you murmur.
He lets out a quiet chuckle, closing the last bit of space between you. "That's some big talk for someone who keeps ending up right here..." His hands find your waist, firm, pulling you into him casually, his voice sinking. "and always begging for more."
You lift your chin, eyes focused back on him now. "I don't beg for you," you say defiantly. "You should know that by now."
"Yeah?" His gaze drops to your lips, his hold on your waist tightening just slightly. "We'll see."
You let out a quiet breath, barely a scoff. "You're actually the worst, Kihyun."
He smiles at that— just a little. "Yeah," he murmurs, leaning in closer, his lips just barely above yours now. "So are you."
For a second, neither one of you moves. The air around you feels charged with that familiar buzz, wound too tight to hold any longer, just his breath against your lips, warm and steady.
And then he kisses you.
You don't pull away.
It's desperate immediately, his grip tightening around you because no matter how much you hate this, you know you both can't get enough of it either. He groans against your mouth, that sweet wine still on his tongue mixing with yours and distracting in the best way possible.
"Tell me to stop," he mutters against your lips. "Tell me you don't want this, and I swear I'll leave right now."
Your fingers curl into his shirt, holding onto him tight. You know you should push him away. You know you should tell him to go back to his apartment and leave you the hell alone. You pull him closer instead.
"You're not going to go anywhere," you breathe against his mouth, your resolve slipping. "So just shut up and kiss me properly."
He lets out a dark laugh against your mouth. "God, you're bossy."
He grips your jaw before you can respond, tilting your head back to roughen up the kiss, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip hard to prove his point. You hiss at the bite, pulling back, your brows furrowed.
"Asshole," you mutter before your hand slides up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to give him a taste of his own medicine, right on his neckline. The bite isn't gentle. The mark it leaves is already a shade of purple by the time your lips leave him.
He lets out a low sound against your ear, his grip on your hips hard enough to bruise. "There it is," he says through clenched teeth, pulling back to kiss you hard again. "Knew you still had it in you."
"You're insufferable," you mutter against his mouth.
"Am I?" he laughs low and rough. His arm hooks around your back, lifting you up quickly and setting you onto the counter, the sudden movement knocking the breath out of your chest. "And yet you still let me do this."
He slides his hands up under your shirt as he says it, and you push into him instinctively, a soft moan slipping from your lips.
"You're the one who came over here," you breathe, your voice becoming more unsteady as you feel his cold fingers sliding up your flushed sides. "Stop acting like you didn't know exactly what would happen."
"Oh, I'm not," he says simply. His hand comes to your face now, fingers stroking over your lips. "So why don’t you stop acting like you weren’t sitting here waiting for it."
"Fuck you," you spit out at him.
A slow smirk spreads across his face.
"Yeah," he murmurs. "That's the plan."
You don't even respond, just grab his shirt and pull him back down to you, kissing him harder, messy and impatient. It's always like this. Fast, rough. Desperate. Like you're both trying to tear each other apart. Your nails dig into his chest, making him wince into your mouth, but you don't care. You pull back, breaking just long enough to breathe.
"Bedroom," you pant. "Now."
He doesn't argue. He doesn't even smirk this time. He just grabs your thighs to lift you off the counter, your legs wrapping around him instantly. He moves down your hallway like he owns the place, the door bouncing off the wall as he pushes his way through it, not slowing down before he drops you on the bed.
He's over you before you have time to think, his lips crashing into yours at the same time his hands find your shirt again, but this time with no intention of stopping.
You push up just enough for him to pull it over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought. You reach for the hem of his shirt next, feeling the twitch of his muscles as your fingers skim against his stomach.
You tug it up, impatient. "Take it off," you demand, your voice coming out rougher than you meant it to.
He lets out a sharp, almost mocking laugh, looking down at you. "Do it yourself," he says smugly.
Your brows raise, your chest still heaving as you prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him. "Are you kidding me?"
You huff out a breath that's half annoyance and half amusement before you start to move toward him anyway, gripping the fabric and yanking the buttons open, not caring if anything rips.
You hold his gaze the whole time, hands sliding down his shoulders and arms to push the shirt off him. "You just wanted me to touch you," you murmur. "Admit it."
The corner of his mouth lifts just barely.
"I never said I didn't," he admits, a smug edge in his voice. "Now enough talking and use those hands for something more useful."
You roll your eyes but your hands drop to his belt. "Now who's the demanding one?" you tease, your fingers already working to unbuckle it, the leather sliding through the loops easily.
You pop the button of his jeans and pull the zipper down, and press your palm over the front of his boxers, barely letting him feel you. "Is this good enough for you?" You smirk, watching him closely.
His hips snap forward like he just can't help himself, a sharp breath sucked through his teeth as he drops his forehead to your shoulder. "You think you're funny, don't you?"
Your mouth twitches. Then you pull his boxers down quickly, wrapping your hand around him without warning. He groans, sharp and loud. "What was that?" you ask tilting your head, voice almost unimpressed as you stroke him a few times, slow and intentional. "I didn't quite catch it."
"Shit," he gasps, his forehead pressing harder against your shoulder. His fingers grip your waist hard, his hips jerking into your hand, chasing after the friction.
"You're such a brat," he bites out, breathless. "But you're damn good with your hands..." Another sharp breath leaves him, and his head falls back briefly, his jaw tense. "I'll give you that."
"You're just now realizing this?" you laugh, brushing your finger over the tip, making him jerk again. He shakes his head, his breathing rough.
"No," he says. "I've known." His eyes lift back to you, wrecked already. "Why do you think I can't fucking stay away from you?"
You smile at that, but your hand doesn't stop moving. "Flattery won't make you cum any quicker, Kihyun."
He scoffs. "I hate you," he grits out.
You just smile again. "Yeah," you say as you lean forward, your lips just ghosting over the tip of his cock. "I know you do."
Then you take him into your mouth, knocking the breath out of him completely. His hand flies to the back of your head as his whole body jerks into your mouth.
"Fuck—" he gasps, looking down at you with hazy eyes as his other hand comes up to brush your hair back, getting it out of your face.
You moan around him, taking him more deeply just to see how much he can take, the vibration making his brow tighten, and mouth drop as he watches you. Your hands stay on his thigh, nails digging into him simply because you like it when his muscles twitch beneath you.
His head thumps back against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut, "God, your mouth..." he groans, barely able to stay still. "It's... not—fuck—it's not fair."
You hollow your cheeks and pull back, your tongue dragging along the vein on the underside of his cock before you take him in again, deeper this time.
He lets out a ragged groan as his hips jerk sharply when he hits the back of your throat. "You're such a show off," he pants, his grip in your hair tightening to keep you there for a moment longer. "Always acting so innocent when you take it like this."
You gag slightly, eyes watering, but you don't pull away. Instead, you just dig your nails into him more, enough to break skin, looking up at him through your lashes like you're daring him to look away.
He hisses at your nails, grabbing you by the hair and yanking you off of him. "Enough," he growls, chest pounding.
"Aww, what's wrong, Ki?" you ask, smirking as you wipe your spit off your chin with the back of your hand. "Can't take it anymore?"
"You know damn well I can take it," he breathes out. He pulls you up by the arm, his eyes meeting yours, dark and smug. "Just didn't want to finish down that pretty little throat of yours yet."
Then he crashes his lips into yours in a needy kiss, messy and desperate. When he pulls back, both of you are breathless. "Now get on the bed."
You move the minute he tells you to, not because you're listening to him. But because you want this just as bad as he does. You always do. You climb back onto the mattress, brows lifting as you look up at him with a lazy smirk.
"Well?" you say, motioning to the bed. "You gonna do something, or do you expect me to just sit here and look pretty for you?
He lets out a sharp breath, walking over to the bed with a hungry gleam in his eyes. "You don't ever know when to stop talking, do you?"
"Ahh," you nod, pursing your lips out mockingly. "The second one then?"
He doesn't respond, just crawls over you and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your jeans and pulls them down in one harsh motion. He moves to your panties, yanking them down and off too, tossing them to the side with the others.
The sight of you bare underneath him snaps every ounce of self control left. His mouth drags up your neck, finding the sensitive spot there and sinking his teeth into it, making you gasp, leaving a mark blooming in its wake.
Your legs wrap around his waist as your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to you. His lips find yours again like they have their own magnetic pull, your body throbbing as you feel him hard and heavy beneath your thighs.
"Kihyun—" you breathe, your hips arching up off the bed, growing tired of the teasing and searching for friction. "Please."
He smirks against your lips, his breath scorching against your skin. "Was that a beg?" he murmurs. "I thought you said you didn't do that for me."
You groan, frustrated and desperate all at once, your nails digging into his shoulder. "Are you really going to make me say it?"
He leans down, kissing the corner of your mouth. "Yeah," he mutters, softer this time. "I think I am."
You let out an exsaperated breath, but the heat spreading through your body is winning, and you can't wait anymore. "I want you," you murmur against his mouth, eyes locking onto his for just a moment. "I need you to fuck me, Kihyun. Now."
"There she is," he says, voice pleased.
And then he's pushing inside you in one slow, deep thrust, groaning low as he sinks in completely. You cry out at the stretch, the sensation overwhelming yet everything you needed in the same breath.
"Fuuuck, you're so tight..." His eyes slam shut, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he stills for a second for both of you to adjust. His hips rock against you gently, but not nearly enough.
"Oh god," you breathe, legs tightening around his waist. You push at his shoulders, heels digging into his back. "Move, Kihyun, please fucking move."
"God, you're demanding," he mutters against your neck, but you can hear the desperation in his voice despite it. He pulls almost all the way out and then slams back into you, setting a rough and punishing pace immediately. "Is this what you wanted?" he grits out, snapping his hips hard against yours.
Your head falls back into the pillows, grip tightening on his shoulders.
"Fuck yes," you gasp, back arching to meet his thrusts. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, biting down on the skin there again to stifle the sounds wanting to escape you. "Harder. Fuck me harder, Kihyun. Don't stop."
He groans, but he grips your hips bruisingly tight to give you exactly what you ask him for. "Such a bossy brat." He slams into you harder, his pace ruthless. "You always need more, don't you? " he bites at your neck now, licking the spot with his tongue to ease the sting. "Then don't you dare hold back. I wanna hear how much you love it."
"I—oh my god," you cry out, your words breaking into a sob as he hits that spot that makes your vision blur. Your nails drag down his back, leaving red trails in their path, and you can't help the desperate, almost crazed laugh that spills out of you. "Don't act like you don't love this too," you manage to gasp.
"Love it?" he pants, a sharp hiss leaving him at the feel of your nails. "I'm fucking obsessed with it."
"You're pathetic," you spew, but your hips keep rolling up into his, chasing the high as your legs start to shake.
"Look who's talking," he huffs as he leans back, angling his hips to find that spot again with a smirk on his face. "You're the one trembling beneath me right now."
You whimper as your hand flies to his chest, not to stop him but needing something to ground you. He snaps his hips harder, forcing a cry out of you. "So do you wanna keep talking shit, or do you want to cum on me instead?"
Your mouth drops, and you let out another disbelieving laugh, but the way you feel yourself clench around him tells him everything he needs to know.
"Shut the fuck up," you spit out, your voice cracking in the middle. You dig your heels in his ass again, pulling him impossibly closer, the friction so good it's borderline painful. "Make me cum then. If you're so good at it."
He lets out a sharp and breathless laugh and then shifts his angle once more, driving into you hard just to make you scream out again. He hits that spot he knows far too well over and over again, like he's trying to prove a point. "Go on, then," he grits out, his face contorted with his own restraint. "Make a mess on my cock."
You try to snap back at him, but you can't even form words anymore, your back arching off the mattress as a scream rips from your throat.
Your whole body seizes up, vision bursting white at the edges as your orgasm hits you hard, your walls clamping down around him as you shatter.
"Oh my god, Kihyun— yes, yes, yes!" You cry out, your nails digging in deep into his shoulders as you ride it out.
He grunts as he leans forward, his head dropping to your shoulder. "That's it, fuck yeah," he mutters against your sweat-slicked skin, not slowing down for a second and dragging everything out for you.
You're a shaking mess underneath him, the wetness of you dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. "Kihyun—" you pant, pushing back on his thighs, overwhelmed, but he doesn't let up. "Ki, please, I can't—"
"You can take it," he growls, slowing down just enough to let you breathe. "I know you can."
You whimper, your legs trembling around his waist, wanting to close, but you nod anyway. "Then give it to me," you murmur, voice hoarse. "Don't make me wait anymore."
He groans against your skin, his rhythm faltering. "God, you're gonna kill me..." he breathes, his movements growing more urgent, frantic. "Take it, then."
He grips your hips tight and buries himself deep inside with a rough shout, spilling over the edge, his body shuddering against you, and you cling onto each other like your lives depend on it.
You're both a panting mess when he slumps over you, his breath hot against your skin as he comes down. He rolls off you, throwing an arm over his face, chest panting trying to catch his breath.
It's quiet for a moment. It always is. The high fades, the crash settles.
He turns his head slightly, like he's getting ready to say something.
"I—"
"Don't," you cut him off, your voice flat.
He stops, just like that, and pauses. Then he lets out a short breath through his nose, nodding once. "Yeah," he mutters, sitting up and reaching for his clothes. "Right. Don't."
You grab your clothes right after, the moment already gone. You pull them on quickly, and he follows, the fabrics rustling the only sound in the room.
"You should stop showing up," you say after a minute, not looking at him.
He scoffs softly, running his hand through his hair. "You should stop answering the door."
You roll your eyes, shaking your head. "Get out, Kihyun."
He grabs his jacket, smirking, already moving in that direction. "Lock the door behind me."
You wait a moment, listening for the quick click of the door shutting before you finally look over your shoulder at the bed. The sheets are halfway off, the pillows thrown across the floor. You let out a soft sigh as you stand, moving down the hallway.
The kitchen light is still on. The bottle of that pink champagne sits right where he left it, your glasses still half-full. You pick it up, staring at it for a second before taking a long, slow sip.
It is too sweet, you admit to yourself. It always has been.
You set it back down, not finishing it. Instead, you cross the kitchen and slide the rest of the bottle into the rack with the others— same bottle, same label, all half-empty, like it means nothing.
You don't linger, just turn and walk to the front door, fingers brushing the lock as you slide it into place, telling yourself this is the last time.
A little teasing turns into a dangerous game when you decide to see just how jealous Jooheon can get.
Mood + Warnings: Jealous + Possessive Jooheon • Dom Jooheon • Bratty Reader • Flirty Kihyun • Playful Banter • Teasing • Idol AU Established Relationship • Power Play • Jealousy Kink • Secret Relationship • Fingering • Light Choking • Orgasm Control • Unprotected Sex/Creampie
Word count: ~5.9k
🎧 Recommended Track: Jealousy - Monsta X
The air around you smells like beer, sweat, and whatever cologne Jooheon grabbed on his way out when you all decided to go grab a drink and some food after today's grueling practice. Drinks after weren't planned. They never are with them. But somehow you all ended up here anyway.
You had told them you didn't want to intrude, but everyone shook their heads, insisting.
"You're one of us now," Changkyun said.
Jooheon smiled, giving you a gentle look that made your heart flutter more than you'd like to admit.
So you just smiled at them with a quiet "Okay", and now here you all are, crowded around a table that's too small, their laughter loud and completely unfiltered.
Jooheon sits next to you without hesitation, like he knows that spot is always his. You let him. His shoulder presses into yours, one of his hands resting on your thigh under the table— extremely distracting, and he knows it.
The others are oblivious as hell as to what's going on between you two, or they just don't care. You haven't quite figured that out yet. Either way, it's comfortable... easy. Maybe even a little dangerous.
The guys order an obscene amount of food and start stuffing their faces, the laughter flowing easily around the table. Kihyun arrives late, sliding into the empty chair across from you with a lazy grin. His shirt is half-unbuttoned, his hair still damp like he actually took the time to shower before coming out.
"Guess who decided to finally show up!" Minhyuk booms across the table, clearly already enjoying himself. Kihyun shrugs, taking a sip of his beer.
"Some of us shower before we go out in public," he says. "Unlike the rest of you."
Jooheon scoffs beside you. "You're late because you take forever to get ready."
"It's called effort," Kihyun replies smoothly, leaning back in his chair.
You can't help but laugh, ducking your head slightly. Jooheon glances at you, nudging you with his elbow.
"What're you laughing about?" he asks, brow raising.
"Nothing," you say quickly, still smiling. "You guys are just ridiculous."
Kihyun chuckles softly as he turns his attention to you now, changing the subject.
"So," Kihyun says, resting his elbow on the table as he looks at you. "Are you liking everything so far? Or are we going to have to try harder to impress you?" He winks subtly, a slight smirk on his face.
You blink, curious at first, until you notice his eyes lingering on you just a little longer than necessary. Oh, is he... flirting? That's cute.
Your glance over at Jooheon, and the way his grip tightens on your thigh tells you he caught that, too. You can't help but smile a little.
This could get... interesting.
"You know, between you and me, Kihyun," you say, leaning forward like you're about to share a secret. "I think you guys are doing alright so far." Your voice drops just a little, your eyes finding his with a sly smile. "Though some... better than others."
You lean back, taking a sip of your drink. You glance at Jooheon, and you can't help but notice the way his jaw flexes, his grip on your thigh tightening to the point you can't ignore it anymore.
Okay, this is kinda fun.
Kihyun smirks, looking at you over his drink. "Yeah? Well, I'll take that as a compliment."
You go to respond, but Jooheon speaks before you can.
"Don't get ahead of yourself," Jooheon scoffs, taking another sip. His hand on your thigh slides a little higher, pressing enough to make you shift in your seat.
Kihyun's brows raise just slightly at Jooheon.
"What?" he shrugs. "I'm just doing what I can. Someone's gotta make sure the pretty new girl feels welcome around you brutes."
"Hey!" Minhyuk points at him across the table, protesting immediately. "Excuse you, I am very welcoming... I'm delightful!"
The table erupts with laughter as the guys start teasing each other, everyone except Jooheon. He shifts beside you, jaw still tight, and lets out a small laugh that doesn't really fit in with the rest.
Oh, wow. He's actually getting worked up.
You gently rest your hand over his, still gripping your thigh, and his eyes lazily meet yours.
"You good?" you mouth, fingers drifting lightly over the back of his hand.
He nods once. Quick and flat. "Yeah."
You raise your eyebrows at how short he's being, and then he sighs and leans in closer so no one else can hear.
"I just would be better if Kihyun would stop looking at you like you're something he wants to win."
You blink at him, and then you smile slowly, a soft laugh escaping you. "Oh, please, Honey," you murmur back softly, squeezing his thigh this time. "I think he's just being sweet... don't you?"
He just stares at you for a moment. You tilt your head and smile a little wider at him, pretending to be innocent, and you can see the moment he figures it out.
"You're enjoying this," he asks, his voice sinking low. "Aren't you?"
You bite your lip, pretend to think about it, then shrug and lean back. He keeps looking at you, an unreadable expression in his eyes. Oh yeah... He definitely knows.
"Enjoying what?" you mouth back, a puzzled look on your face. His eyes narrow at you slightly, but you're already turning your attention back to the rest of the table before he can call you out.
"Oh, Kihyun—" You start again, your hand coming out to rest on his arm just lightly now. "I totally forgot to ask you something."
Jooheon shifts next to you, pressing his shoulder more firmly into yours as he watches.
Kihyun turns, his attention coming back to you. "Yeah? Go for it," he says casually.
"Earlier today," you lean forward a little more, letting your top show off just enough. "You mentioned something about a cafe near the studio. The one that had those desserts that were to die for?"
Jooheon squeezes your thigh hard when you lean in. He knows exactly what Kihyun can see right now. The pressure makes your breath catch, but you keep a straight face.
Kihyun glances briefly down at your hand on his arm before looking back up at you with a big smile. "Ahhh, that place?"
"Yeah," you nod, eyes bright and interested. "Was that just you being dramatic, or is it really worth trying? I've been craving something sweet, something I can really... indulge in."
You lock eyes with Kihyun as you say it, and his mouth twitches in response. You can feel Jooheon staring at you, making your heart beat faster, but you ignore it.
"Oh, it's definitely worth it," Kihyun smiles, leaning forward closer to you across the table now, his voice sinking to a hushed tone. "Especially if you go with the right company."
Jooheon scoffs before you can respond. "She already has plans most days," he says. "Good luck finding the time."
Kihyun's brows raise at him, a questioning look on his face. "Well, that's fair. But since she said she was craving something sweet..." Kihyun continues, his eyes meeting yours again now, a smirk spreading across his face. "Maybe I can bring something to you instead."
You feel your cheeks heat up and have to shift in your seat. Jooheon notices, his eyes tight on Kihyun across the table. You can feel the tension seeping off of him, and for a second, you wonder if you should stop pushing.
But honestly... where's the fun in that?
You look at Kihyun, smiling as your hand comes back to his arm. "You'd really do that for me, Ki?" you ask, tilting your head sweetly. Jooheon exhales slowly beside you, exaggerated and intentional.
Kihyun nods enthusiastically, his hand coming over and resting on yours on his arm. "It'd be my pleasure," he says. "You just let me handle it. I'll bring you something that you'll really love."
"See," you smile widely, leaning back. "I knew there was a reason why you're my favorite."
One side of Kihyun's mouth curves, his eyes dragging over you in a way you know Jooheon isn't enjoying. You glance at him, and your breath catches when you see he's already looking at you, not Kihyun anymore. Just you. The look he gives you says everything.
Go on. Keep pushing.
Kihyun laughs softly. "Favorite? Wow, I'm honored, truly," he says, casually flagging down the waiter. "Another one for my new favorite pretty friend here, please."
"You trying to get her drunk, Kihyun?" Jooheon cuts in, his eyes narrowing sharply at him.
Kihyun raises his hand innocently as he sets his drink down. "Just making sure she's taken care of, Jooheon."
Jooheon just glares at him, his jaw flexing again. He hasn't touched his drink since you started talking to Kihyun, and his foot taps lightly under the table, restless.
Seeing him like this? It's hot. Really hot. And it kinda makes you wonder how far you can push him.
Your drink is dropped off, and you take a few more sips before you stand up. "I'm gonna go to the ladies' room," you murmur softly. "Be right back."
No one questions it, but you can feel Jooheon's eyes on you as you walk away. After you finish freshening up, you open the bathroom door and almost walk right into him. He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking calm in a way that makes your stomach flip in the best way possible.
"Oh," you say, stopping short but smiling sweetly at him. "Didn't know this place had bathroom security."
His eyes move over your face, but he doesn't smile back.
"What exactly are you trying to do right now?" he says calmly.
Your brows furrow. "Umm," you say, gesturing to the door. "Go to the bathroom?"
His head tilts to the other side. "Don't play dumb."
You huff a quiet laugh. "I'm just..." you shrug, "having some fun."
"Yeah," he says as his eyes flicker down your body briefly before coming back to your face. "I noticed."
You think for a moment, then lean in with a slight smirk.
"You jealous?"
He watches you for a second, then pushes off the wall and steps closer, crowding you.
"You want me to be?" he asks, his voice deep.
Your smile widens, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly. "Maybe," you whisper.
You go to walk away, and he catches your arm before you can take two steps. You stop, turning back to him.
"Careful," he says.
Your brows lift at him. "Careful?"
"You're gonna get yourself in trouble," he warns, but there's a hint of anticipation in his tone.
You smile slowly, your eyes flicking to his mouth before locking eyes with him again. "You say that like it's such a bad thing," you murmur.
Then you turn around again, walking back to the table before he can say anything else.
When you return, Kihyun spots you immediately. "Thought we lost you," he jokes lightly.
You laugh and slide back into your seat. A few seconds later, Jooheon comes back too. He doesn't say anything, but when he sits beside you, his arm rests on your chair. Not touching, just there. Constant... Like a reminder.
The music in the bar shifts to something louder now, a heavy bass thrumming through the small space. Minhyuk perks up suddenly, slamming his glass down onto the table.
"Ohhh, absolutely not," he says, his chair scooting back. "We're not sitting here during this song."
Groans echo across the table, but a few of them stand up anyway, already knowing they can't get out of this. Kihyun turns to you, offering his hand. "Come on."
You glance down at his hand first, and then your eyes flick past him, looking toward Jooheon, who's already watching you. His face looks calm, so calm that no one else would notice anything. But you know him well enough to see the tightness in his jaw and the way his fingers grip his drink.
You hesitate. Jooheon's voice replays in the back of your head.
You're gonna get yourself in trouble.
Kihyun's hand is still waiting there for you, his brows lifting as he realizes that you're thinking about it. "You scared?" he teases, smirking.
You look back up at Kihyun and then huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes as you slide your hand into his. "Me, scared?" You say, voice dropping. "Please."
Across the table, Jooheon's expression stays the same. He lifts his chin, like he's waiting to see what your next move is. His eyes drop to your hand in Kihyun's, then back to your face. You hold his eyes for a second.
Then... you stand.
Kihyun's hands tighten around yours as he pulls you onto the dance floor, where a few people are already moving to the beat. He spins you right away, playful and easy, and you let out a surprised laugh.
"See?" he grins, his hands settling lightly at your waist. "Much more fun than sitting."
You laugh again and let yourself move with the beat. But even as you dance, you keep looking back at the table. Jooheon hasn't joined everyone. He's still sitting, his finger tapping slowly on the table as he watches you.
For a moment, you wonder if you should ease up a bit, maybe you've pushed things too far. Then Kihyun spins you again, and you end up closer, your hands bracing on his shoulders. Your eyes flick to the table, seeing that Jooheon hasn't moved. Still watching.
So... you bite your lip, then slowly slide your arms around Kihyun's neck. Jooheon's foot stops bouncing then, his jaw flexing.
There. That's better.
You press your body into his more intentionally now, Kihyun's grip tightening around your waist. "You were right," you say, leaning in closer to his ear. "This is much more fun."
Kihyun laughs softly. "Told you," he smirks, his breath warm against your ear.
You hear a chair scrape behind you, and when you look back for Jooheon, he's gone.
You turn to Kihyun again, but he's not looking at you anymore. His eyes lift past your shoulder instead, his grin fading just slightly. You don't have to say anything, because you feel it a second later. A hand grasping around your wrist.
Firm... and possessive.
Jooheon.
"Fun's over," he murmurs as his grip tightens.
Your heart skips a beat as Jooheon grabs your wrist, pulling your arms away from Kihyun's neck. You turn to face him, and the look he gives you sends a shiver down your spine that also makes your stomach drop at the same time.
Oh shit.
Kihyun looks between the two of you, his eyebrows furrowing tight, clearly confused. "Dude, what's your problem? We're dancing here," he says, throwing his hands out to the side. "You can wait your turn."
Jooheon shoots him a glare. "I'm taking her home," he says, voice low and controlled. Too controlled.
"What—" Kihyun scoffs, but Jooheon's already moving. "Seriously?"
Jooheon doesn't slow down, not even a little. "We'll see you tomorrow," he says over his shoulder.
You barely have time to look back before Jooheon is already pulling you halfway across the restaurant, moving through the small crowd toward the door. Your pulse is racing now. Half excitement, half something else you don't quite know the name for.
The cold night air hits you the second he pushes through the door, but he doesn't stop until your back presses against the brick wall beside the entrance. His hand plants by your head on the wall, trapping you in place.
"You trying to get a reaction out of me?" he asks quietly.
You tilt your head, mouth curving just slightly, even as your heart is hammering in your chest. "Did it work?"
His jaw tightens as he just looks at you for a second before leaning in even closer. "So what exactly was the end goal here?" he murmurs.
You shrug against the wall. "Oh, I don't know," you start to say, voice dripping with innocence. "Maybe I just wanted to see what you'd do."
He lets out a short, quiet breath, his head shaking once like he can’t decide whether to laugh or lose his mind. "So that's it then," he says calmly, a hint of a smile touching his mouth. "You wanna see me lose control, don't you?"
You bite your lip, smirking up at him, but you don't say anything. Not yet. Instead, one hand comes up to his cheek, brushing it lightly as you look up at him. "You didn't answer my question, Honey," you finally whisper. "Did it work?"
His eyes darken, a low breath escaping him. "Oh, it worked," he says as he takes a step back. His eyes drag over you once more, slow and deliberate, his gaze heavy. "Get in the car."
You move without thinking.
The drive to his apartment feels endless, the flashing lights blurring past the windows. You barely notice them. All you can think about is him. One of his hands is on the wheel, the other taps on his thigh. His focus stays on the road, but every now and then, he glances at you just enough to twist your stomach in anticipation.
When you finally arrive, he cuts the engine and speaks without turning to you. "Inside."
Your hand finds the car door immediately, stepping out into the cold air once again. You walk to the elevator, going inside, and the doors shut in front of you. The air feels electrified in the small space, and you can feel his gaze burning through you as the elevator starts to go up.
"You know I'm still trying to figure something out, baby," he says after a moment, his chin lifting as he looks at you from the back of the elevator.
You look over your shoulder at him. "What's that?" you ask, voice soft.
"Why you thought letting another man put his hands on what's mine was going to end well for you," he says, not skipping a beat.
Your stomach flips.
When he puts it that way...
He steps closer, his hands gripping your hips from behind and pulling you back into him. Your breath catches, and for the first time tonight...
"I'm sorry," you say quietly, even as your body pushes back into him instinctively.
He chuckles, a low, deep sound rumbling from his chest.
"Sorry..." he repeats, voice almost amused. "That's cute." The elevator dings at his floor, and he drops his mouth to your ear, his breath brushing up against your skin. "Go."
You bite the inside of your cheek as you step out, moving on autopilot toward his door. He opens it and nods for you to go in. Your body vibrates with something... nerves, excitement, you're not even sure. All you know is you can't wait to find out.
He locks the door behind you, setting his keys on the counter. For a moment, neither of you moves, but you can still feel his eyes on you from across the room, heavy and intentional, enough to make you squirm without a word from him.
"Take off your shoes," he murmurs.
You do.
"You had a lot of fun tonight," he says, taking off his jacket now. "Teasing me at the table, flirting with Kihyun, making him think he actually had a chance." He laughs to himself at the last part, like the idea alone is absurd to him.
He takes a step closer to you, his voice getting more stern. "And looking right at me the whole time too... like you were daring me to do something about it."
Your pulse jumps, and you turn to face him, that defiance of yours still flowing through your veins even at the tone of his voice.
"And?"
His lips twitch upwards, not angry. Something more dangerous.
"And you got exactly what you were wanting," he murmurs. "But my question is, baby..." He closes the remaining distance between you two, his hand coming up to brush your face as he tilts it gently toward him. "You sure you can handle what comes next?"
Your breath wavers for a moment before you say anything. "I don't know, Honey," you whisper, eyes seeking his with a silent challenge. "Why don't you stop talking and find out?"
His eyes darken, his hand gripping around your jaw slightly as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip.
"You really don't know when to stop, do you?" he growls before he catches your bottom lip with his teeth, nipping enough to make you gasp. He lets go, pulling you closer to him.
"Good. Because tonight?" his voice lowers, his fingers digging into your hips. "I'm gonna have to remind you exactly who you belong to."
Before you have time to think, he's lifting you into the air, throwing you over his shoulders like you weigh practically nothing, and smacking your ass at the same time. You let out a surprised squeal that turns into a soft gasp, your heart beating fast as he carries you down the hallway.
Well... You did ask for this.
And you really should learn when to stop pushing him.
But the rush of heat spreading low through your stomach at the thought of what's coming makes you bite your lip.
On second thought... This is way more fun.
He kicks the door open and steps into the bedroom, pausing just long enough to adjust you slightly against his shoulder. You lift your head, meeting his eyes already locked on yours. Your mouth parts, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down your spine.
"Still think this was a good idea?" he asks. And then he spins you around, dropping you onto the bed with a quiet thud.
He follows you down, the mattress dipping as he settles one hand beside your head, the other gripping your waist to keep you from moving away from him. You reach out for him instinctively, your fingers clenching in his shirt to bring him closer to you. But he stops you, one hand catching both your wrists and pinning them above your head in one quick motion.
"You don't get to touch me yet," he says, voice low. "It's my turn now. And I'm gonna take my time."
You let out a whiny breath, fighting against his grip just slightly. His free hand traces along the underside of your arm, slow and deliberate, all the way down your side as his mouth finds your neck. His lips hover just barely above you, not quite kissing, just ghosting over your skin in a way that already has your breath unsteady.
God, this is worse than if he just kissed you.
His hand slides to your thighs, pushing your skirt up over your hips, exposing your red lace underwear underneath. He traces the edge of the lace with a single finger, slow and teasing.
"Tell me something," he murmurs low, his lips brushing over yours now. "Did you wear these for me? Or did you put them on, thinking about what it might do to someone else?"
Oh, fuck. Your throat tightens, pulse thumping under his gaze.
"You," you say quickly, not hesitating this time. "Always you."
His grip is still firm on your wrists as he pulls back slightly, his eyes raking over your body spread out for him. The control he has over you right now is intoxicating. And the worst— best part is? You absolutely love it.
"Good answer," he murmurs as he pulls back slightly and releases your wrists, pulling you up. "Now strip. Slowly."
You let out a slow breath as you move to your knees on the bed. Your hands come up to your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside before reaching back to unhook your bra.
"I said slowly," he reminds you. You huff at that, and the sound makes his brows raise. "You really want to push your luck with me right now?"
You open your mouth to argue back, but you think better of it, forcing yourself to slow down instead. Your body is practically vibrating as your bra slips from your shoulders and falls away.
He's still fully dressed, his eyes dragging over your chest with this predatory look that has a heat spreading between your thighs. Your hands move to your skirt that's still bunched up at your hips. You keep your eyes on him as you slowly unzip the side and slide the fabric down your legs, leaving just you and your panties on now.
You tilt your head slightly. "Is this better?" you ask, voice soft.
"Almost," he says. He pushes off the wall now, closing the distance between you two. His fingers trail down your bare skin before his hands grip your hips, pulling you against his body. Your breath stutters as you feel him, the rough texture of his jeans against your skin making it hard to concentrate.
"Keep going," he murmurs near your ear. "You know I don't like being interrupted."
You bite your lip, your eyes lifting to him as your thumb hooks in the lace at your hips. You drag them down, slowly, so slowly. The fabric moves down inch by inch, bunching beneath your hips before you slide it the rest of the way down your thighs.
One of his hands drifts behind you, squeezing your ass like he owns it before pushing you gently backward.
"Lie back," he murmurs. You sink back onto the mattress. He follows you, his lips hovering near your ear. "And spread those legs for me."
Your pulse stutters as you do, your thighs parting slowly. The cool air hits against you, and you have to stop yourself from moaning already, the need for him completely overwhelming.
"Now that's better," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.
He trails one of his fingers down your stomach, stopping just above where he knows you need him the most. And then slowly, his fingers drift lower. You gasp, your back arching off the mattress instinctively when his fingertips finally brush over your clit, his touch featherlight and teasing. He circles it once, twice, your hips chasing after his hand, needing more of his touch.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and dark and oh so smug. "Already so desperate for me."
You whimper as your hand grips the sheets because you know better than to reach for him without his permission right now. His finger moves down, sliding through your slick heat, grabbing the wetness that's already there and moving it upward, teasing you even more with it.
"Say it," he says quietly, his mouth pressed to the shell of your ear as he keeps his fingers moving. "Tell me who this pussy belongs to."
"You," you say, voice shaky.
He huffs quietly against your ear, clearly not impressed. "Louder," he commands, his thumb pressing against your clit enough to make you cry out.
"You! Fuck—" you gasp. "It belongs to only you, Jooheon!"
He hums in satisfaction this time, and then finally, he pushes a finger inside you slowly, the feeling stealing the air from your lungs. He adds a second finger, watching every flash of pleasure that crosses your face as he spreads you wider. He curls them upward until your hips jerk from the bed, sending a broken moan that breaks through your lips, bouncing off the walls.
"God, you're so fucking wet," he groans, voice rougher now as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, the sound that fills the room completely obscene. "You made all this mess just because you liked seeing me jealous, huh?"
"Yes," you admit simply, your mouth falling open.
His thumb presses against your clit as he continues, building you up so fast it makes your head spin. You can feel it already, that tension deep in your belly, your thighs tensing, and breath coming in those ragged, needy gasps. There's nothing gentle about him right now. He's relentless, working you higher and higher until you're right on the edge, barely able to think straight.
And then he stops. Just fucking stops.
"Jooheon—" you whine, a completely desperate look on your face. "Please, don't stop—"
A quiet chuckle leaves him, shaking his head as he pulls his fingers from you.
"You're funny," he says, a wicked smirk on his face. He brings his fingers to his lips, eyes never leaving yours as he sucks them clean. "You’re not coming until I’m inside you and I’m the only damn thing you can think about. Got it, baby?"
You bite down hard on your lip, the sheets twisting tighter beneath your fingers as you nod, watching him stand up. He unbuttons his shirt slowly, baring his chest and the tattoo inked across his stomach, and a jolt of heat shoots through you at the sight.
His hands move to his belt next, the leather sliding through the loops effortlessly, and he drops it beside the bed. He pushes his jeans down, eyes locked on yours as he frees himself, already hard and ready. The sight of him makes you press your thighs together, trying anything to relieve the ache between them.
"Don't," he warns, his hand wrapping around himself, stroking slowly. “Keep them open. Or I walk away right now and leave you dripping and desperate for me all night.”
Your mouth parts, but you listen, forcing them open again. Your whole body thrums in anticipation as he climbs back onto the bed, settling between your thighs. He grips your hips, yanking you toward him until you feel the head of his cock pressed against you. But then he stills, not giving in just yet.
Instead, he leans down, his mouth claiming yours in a deep, possessive kiss that has you moaning into his mouth. Your arms wrap around his neck because you don't care anymore about not touching him. You need him. All of him.
"Jooheon, please—" you breathe, pleading. "Please, baby..."
His eyes are dark and heavy, fixed on yours like he can see straight through the game you played with him all night. He drags his tip through you, the sensation making you twitch beneath him.
"Tell me what you want," he says, voice low. "Use your words. Properly."
You swallow hard, your chest heaving as you look at him. "I want you inside me," you say, voice trembling. "Please, Honey. I need you. I need you to fuck me until your name is the only thing you'll let me say. Until all I can feel is you."
He smirks slowly. "Now that's what I like to hear," he murmurs.
Then finally, he's pushing inside you— slowly, stretching you open inch by torturous inch. Your breath catches, nails digging into his shoulders as he sinks deeper, filling you so completely.
"Fuuuck—" he groans, his forehead dropping to yours as he gets fully settled. "You feel so damn good, baby."
He pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, before he's thrusting back in with a hard snap of his hips that makes you cry out. He sets a deep rhythm, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, trying to urge him to go faster. But he doesn't. His pace is slow and deliberate, his hips grinding against yours in a way that has your mouth stuck open and your toes curling in the air.
His hand comes up to your face, firmly guiding you. "Look at me," he commands, and you do, your eyes slowly opening to meet his. "Watch me while I take you. I want you to see who makes you feel like this, see that I'm the only one who can make you feel this good."
A shudder runs through you at his words, hips lifting to meet his as you keep your eyes on him. The friction is perfect, the pressure building again inside you with every movement.
"Jooheon— I'm— I'm close—" you gasp, your voice breaking.
"You're gonna hold it for me," he cuts in, his hands sliding into your hair and pulling your head back, exposing your throat. "Just a little longer."
You whimper as his teeth graze down your neck, nodding frantically even though you don't even know if you can. You're so close, so fucking close, but every time you teeter on the edge, he pulls back just enough to keep you there.
"Please—" you pant, completely lost in him. "I can't—"
"You will," he growls, hips snapping into you faster. His hand comes to your throat now, pressing on it gently just enough for you to feel him. "Tell me that you're mine."
"I'm yours," you gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucks you harder. "Fuck, Jooheon, I'm yours!"
He groans, picking up his pace. His hand slides down to grip your thigh, hitching it higher over his hip, a sharp cry leaving you as he drives into you over and over. The new angle makes him so much deeper, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur at the edges. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles, your legs starting to tremble around his waist.
"Yeah, that's it," he says through clenched teeth, leaning down over you. "Yeah... that's my girl. Hold it a little more for me, baby. A little more."
"Joo—" the word is barely there, your arms squeezing around his neck and clinging onto him as he keeps his unrelenting pace. You don't know how much longer you can hold out until finally—
"Now," he growls, voice strained with his own restraint. "Cum for me now."
Your body obeys instantly, shattering completely as your orgasm rips through you. You scream his name, clenching around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crash over you. He doesn't stop, fucking you through every twitch and squirm, his own breathing ragged and strained until he thursts deep one last time.
"Mine," he says as he cums with a raw groan, his release pulsing inside you. "Only fucking mine."
For a moment, you stay like that, frozen in the aftershock, your legs still locked around his waist as you feel the warm feeling of him spreading through you. Your chest heaves, your heartbeat drumming in your ears as you come down, fingers loosening their hold around his neck. He lifts his head, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before your hands come up to cup his face.
"Yours," you whisper, kissing his lips slowly. "I'm always yours, baby."
He pulls back to study your face for a moment, then huffs out a quiet breath, brushing his thumb along your jaw.
"You know," he murmurs, "most people don't flirt wth their bandmates just so they can end up like this."
Your lips twitch. "Kihyun started it," you say, giving him a small shrug.
He raises his brow. "Yeah," he says, smirking almost proudly. "And I finished it."
You squeeze around him deliberately then, making his breath falter as a low groan slips out before he shoots you a warning look. You smile slowly, kissing him soft and sweet, innocent as always.
"Yeah," you murmur against his lips. "Yeah, you did."
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Thank you so much for reading!! Hope you guys enjoyed our special guest with this oneshot hehe. The next one I have is going to be a bit of a dynamic switch, so I do hope you guys look forward to it!! Catch ya in the next story! <3
Scenario: You're not even friends, just enemies with benefits.
Mood + Warnings: Enemies with Benefits • Toxic Tension • Push & Pull • Late Night Hookup • Verbal Sparring • Power Struggle • Rough Sex • Biting • Handjob • Blowjob • Unprotected Sex • No Aftercare
Word count: ~4k
Recommended Track: Enemies With Benefits - MONSTA X
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Hi hi!
I did a poll on X asking who people wanted to be enemies with benefits with & Kihyun won by a landslide, so here we are!! My first non-Jooheon imagine too! 😆
This one leans a little more angsty/toxic than my usual, so just a quick reminder that everything in this is 100% consensual and purely fictional. It does not reflect the real Kihyun in any way shape or form. This is just a made up story inspired by a song, nothing more. Enjoy! Xx
The knock on the door pulls you out of your doomscrolling, your eyes dragging over to the time on the phone.
12:32 AM.
You sigh, pushing yourself off the couch reluctantly to cross the room. You don't even look, just unlock the door and swing it open.
It's him. Of course it is.
You glance down at the bottle in his hand— the same one as always. That one pink champagne. The one he claims is too sweet but always brings it anyway.
You look back at him unimpressed before a quiet breath leaves you, something between a mix of a sigh and a scoff. Neither of you says a word as you step back, and leave the door open while you turn and head toward the kitchen.
The door shuts quietly behind you as you open the cabinet, but you don't turn around. You reach in, pulling down two glasses without asking.
"I thought we said we were done doing this," you say, your voice quiet.
Kihyun sets the bottle on the counter and moves to the drawer by the fridge, the one that always holds the corkscrew.
"We did," he says as he starts to twist it into the cork, looking back at you over his shoulder. "Why are you getting us glasses then?"
You huff, rolling your eyes as you turn and set the glasses down on the counter, sliding yours a little closer to him.
"Just pour the drink, Kihyun."
A quiet laugh slips under his breath as the cork pops, a smirk pulling at his lips. His head lifts, and his eyes meet yours for the first time this evening before his brow ticks up, holding the bottle up between the two of you.
"If you insist," he says. His gaze never leaves yours as he tilts the bottle, pouring into your glass.
You take it from him the second it's full, bringing it to your lips for a long sip. He pours himself a glass. You watch, waiting for that familiar twist of his lips, and when it comes—
"Still too sweet?" You ask.
He swallows, smacking his lips like he's trying to get the taste to fade quicker. "God, shit's terrible," he mumbles, setting the glass on the table. "It's like I can feel the cavities already forming."
You shake your head, letting out a half-amused breath as you take another sip of yours. "That's dramatic," you say bluntly. "Why do you always bring it here if you hate it so much?"
His eyes meet yours, but he doesn't answer. Just looks at you like he might, like he's thinking about it. Your grip tightens around your glass before you look away, taking another sip as if the question didn't even matter in the first place.
He lingers for another beat before he shakes his head, brushing the thought off completely. "How's your one guy?" he asks, changing the subject. "What's his name again?"
You lean back, shrugging.
"Wouldn't know," you say, not looking at him as you swirl your drink. "We're not seeing each other anymore. Just didn't work out."
He lets out an amused breath. "Shocker."
You narrow your eyes, glaring at him. "Shut up," you snap back. "What about you and that one chick? Has she gotten tired of you yet?"
He brings his glass to his lips again, taking another slow sip like he's got all the time in the world. His eyes land on yours over the rim. "You know the answer to that if I'm here," he says. He sets his glass down and shrugs. "It was never going to last."
You hum, nodding once like you agree. "Probably because of your giant ego," you say casually, glancing at your glass again.
He lets out a short laugh, shaking his head as he moves a little closer. "Yet you keep coming back to it."
Your eyes snap up to his, irritation simmering. "You say that like you weren't the one who showed up at my door tonight—" you push yourself off the stool, setting your glass down on the counter and get into his space. "—again."
He doesn't hesitate. He steps in, crowding you until your lower back presses into the counter. "Well," he murmurs low. "You didn't have to open it."
You bite the inside of your cheek, holding onto the front for a second longer before looking at him, voice low, almost daring. "Would you have really gone away?"
He doesn't answer right away. Just looks at you, his head tilting slightly as his eyes roam over your face, then drops to your mouth, like he's already made up his mind. Then he shakes his head, voice steady. "No."
Your breath catches, just for a second, but he notices. He always does. His mouth twitches almost like he was waiting for it. "That's what I thought."
You scoff, your eyes dropping away from his, looking at anything but him because you just can't. "You're so full of yourself," you murmur.
He lets out a quiet chuckle, closing the last bit of space between you. "That's some big talk for someone who keeps ending up right here..." His hands find your waist, firm, pulling you into him casually, his voice sinking. "and always begging for more."
You lift your chin, eyes focused back on him now. "I don't beg for you," you say defiantly. "You should know that by now."
"Yeah?" His gaze drops to your lips, his hold on your waist tightening just slightly. "We'll see."
You let out a quiet breath, barely a scoff. "You're actually the worst, Kihyun."
He smiles at that— just a little. "Yeah," he murmurs, leaning in closer, his lips just barely above yours now. "So are you."
For a second, neither one of you moves. The air around you feels charged with that familiar buzz, wound too tight to hold any longer, just his breath against your lips, warm and steady.
And then he kisses you.
You don't pull away.
It's desperate immediately, his grip tightening around you because no matter how much you hate this, you know you both can't get enough of it either. He groans against your mouth, that sweet wine still on his tongue mixing with yours and distracting in the best way possible.
"Tell me to stop," he mutters against your lips. "Tell me you don't want this, and I swear I'll leave right now."
Your fingers curl into his shirt, holding onto him tight. You know you should push him away. You know you should tell him to go back to his apartment and leave you the hell alone. You pull him closer instead.
"You're not going to go anywhere," you breathe against his mouth, your resolve slipping. "So just shut up and kiss me properly."
He lets out a dark laugh against your mouth. "God, you're bossy."
He grips your jaw before you can respond, tilting your head back to roughen up the kiss, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip hard to prove his point. You hiss at the bite, pulling back, your brows furrowed.
"Asshole," you mutter before your hand slides up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to give him a taste of his own medicine, right on his neckline. The bite isn't gentle. The mark it leaves is already a shade of purple by the time your lips leave him.
He lets out a low sound against your ear, his grip on your hips hard enough to bruise. "There it is," he says through clenched teeth, pulling back to kiss you hard again. "Knew you still had it in you."
"You're insufferable," you mutter against his mouth.
"Am I?" he laughs low and rough. His arm hooks around your back, lifting you up quickly and setting you onto the counter, the sudden movement knocking the breath out of your chest. "And yet you still let me do this."
He slides his hands up under your shirt as he says it, and you push into him instinctively, a soft moan slipping from your lips.
"You're the one who came over here," you breathe, your voice becoming more unsteady as you feel his cold fingers sliding up your flushed sides. "Stop acting like you didn't know exactly what would happen."
"Oh, I'm not," he says simply. His hand comes to your face now, fingers stroking over your lips. "So why don’t you stop acting like you weren’t sitting here waiting for it."
"Fuck you," you spit out at him.
A slow smirk spreads across his face.
"Yeah," he murmurs. "That's the plan."
You don't even respond, just grab his shirt and pull him back down to you, kissing him harder, messy and impatient. It's always like this. Fast, rough. Desperate. Like you're both trying to tear each other apart. Your nails dig into his chest, making him wince into your mouth, but you don't care. You pull back, breaking just long enough to breathe.
"Bedroom," you pant. "Now."
He doesn't argue. He doesn't even smirk this time. He just grabs your thighs to lift you off the counter, your legs wrapping around him instantly. He moves down your hallway like he owns the place, the door bouncing off the wall as he pushes his way through it, not slowing down before he drops you on the bed.
He's over you before you have time to think, his lips crashing into yours at the same time his hands find your shirt again, but this time with no intention of stopping.
You push up just enough for him to pull it over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought. You reach for the hem of his shirt next, feeling the twitch of his muscles as your fingers skim against his stomach.
You tug it up, impatient. "Take it off," you demand, your voice coming out rougher than you meant it to.
He lets out a sharp, almost mocking laugh, looking down at you. "Do it yourself," he says smugly.
Your brows raise, your chest still heaving as you prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him. "Are you kidding me?"
You huff out a breath that's half annoyance and half amusement before you start to move toward him anyway, gripping the fabric and yanking the buttons open, not caring if anything rips.
You hold his gaze the whole time, hands sliding down his shoulders and arms to push the shirt off him. "You just wanted me to touch you," you murmur. "Admit it."
The corner of his mouth lifts just barely.
"I never said I didn't," he admits, a smug edge in his voice. "Now enough talking and use those hands for something more useful."
You roll your eyes but your hands drop to his belt. "Now who's the demanding one?" you tease, your fingers already working to unbuckle it, the leather sliding through the loops easily.
You pop the button of his jeans and pull the zipper down, and press your palm over the front of his boxers, barely letting him feel you. "Is this good enough for you?" You smirk, watching him closely.
His hips snap forward like he just can't help himself, a sharp breath sucked through his teeth as he drops his forehead to your shoulder. "You think you're funny, don't you?"
Your mouth twitches. Then you pull his boxers down quickly, wrapping your hand around him without warning. He groans, sharp and loud. "What was that?" you ask tilting your head, voice almost unimpressed as you stroke him a few times, slow and intentional. "I didn't quite catch it."
"Shit," he gasps, his forehead pressing harder against your shoulder. His fingers grip your waist hard, his hips jerking into your hand, chasing after the friction.
"You're such a brat," he bites out, breathless. "But you're damn good with your hands..." Another sharp breath leaves him, and his head falls back briefly, his jaw tense. "I'll give you that."
"You're just now realizing this?" you laugh, brushing your finger over the tip, making him jerk again. He shakes his head, his breathing rough.
"No," he says. "I've known." His eyes lift back to you, wrecked already. "Why do you think I can't fucking stay away from you?"
You smile at that, but your hand doesn't stop moving. "Flattery won't make you cum any quicker, Kihyun."
He scoffs. "I hate you," he grits out.
You just smile again. "Yeah," you say as you lean forward, your lips just ghosting over the tip of his cock. "I know you do."
Then you take him into your mouth, knocking the breath out of him completely. His hand flies to the back of your head as his whole body jerks into your mouth.
"Fuck—" he gasps, looking down at you with hazy eyes as his other hand comes up to brush your hair back, getting it out of your face.
You moan around him, taking him more deeply just to see how much he can take, the vibration making his brow tighten, and mouth drop as he watches you. Your hands stay on his thigh, nails digging into him simply because you like it when his muscles twitch beneath you.
His head thumps back against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut, "God, your mouth..." he groans, barely able to stay still. "It's... not—fuck—it's not fair."
You hollow your cheeks and pull back, your tongue dragging along the vein on the underside of his cock before you take him in again, deeper this time.
He lets out a ragged groan as his hips jerk sharply when he hits the back of your throat. "You're such a show off," he pants, his grip in your hair tightening to keep you there for a moment longer. "Always acting so innocent when you take it like this."
You gag slightly, eyes watering, but you don't pull away. Instead, you just dig your nails into him more, enough to break skin, looking up at him through your lashes like you're daring him to look away.
He hisses at your nails, grabbing you by the hair and yanking you off of him. "Enough," he growls, chest pounding.
"Aww, what's wrong, Ki?" you ask, smirking as you wipe your spit off your chin with the back of your hand. "Can't take it anymore?"
"You know damn well I can take it," he breathes out. He pulls you up by the arm, his eyes meeting yours, dark and smug. "Just didn't want to finish down that pretty little throat of yours yet."
Then he crashes his lips into yours in a needy kiss, messy and desperate. When he pulls back, both of you are breathless. "Now get on the bed."
You move the minute he tells you to, not because you're listening to him. But because you want this just as bad as he does. You always do. You climb back onto the mattress, brows lifting as you look up at him with a lazy smirk.
"Well?" you say, motioning to the bed. "You gonna do something, or do you expect me to just sit here and look pretty for you?
He lets out a sharp breath, walking over to the bed with a hungry gleam in his eyes. "You don't ever know when to stop talking, do you?"
"Ahh," you nod, pursing your lips out mockingly. "The second one then?"
He doesn't respond, just crawls over you and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your jeans and pulls them down in one harsh motion. He moves to your panties, yanking them down and off too, tossing them to the side with the others.
The sight of you bare underneath him snaps every ounce of self control left. His mouth drags up your neck, finding the sensitive spot there and sinking his teeth into it, making you gasp, leaving a mark blooming in its wake.
Your legs wrap around his waist as your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to you. His lips find yours again like they have their own magnetic pull, your body throbbing as you feel him hard and heavy beneath your thighs.
"Kihyun—" you breathe, your hips arching up off the bed, growing tired of the teasing and searching for friction. "Please."
He smirks against your lips, his breath scorching against your skin. "Was that a beg?" he murmurs. "I thought you said you didn't do that for me."
You groan, frustrated and desperate all at once, your nails digging into his shoulder. "Are you really going to make me say it?"
He leans down, kissing the corner of your mouth. "Yeah," he mutters, softer this time. "I think I am."
You let out an exsaperated breath, but the heat spreading through your body is winning, and you can't wait anymore. "I want you," you murmur against his mouth, eyes locking onto his for just a moment. "I need you to fuck me, Kihyun. Now."
"There she is," he says, voice pleased.
And then he's pushing inside you in one slow, deep thrust, groaning low as he sinks in completely. You cry out at the stretch, the sensation overwhelming yet everything you needed in the same breath.
"Fuuuck, you're so tight..." His eyes slam shut, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he stills for a second for both of you to adjust. His hips rock against you gently, but not nearly enough.
"Oh god," you breathe, legs tightening around his waist. You push at his shoulders, heels digging into his back. "Move, Kihyun, please fucking move."
"God, you're demanding," he mutters against your neck, but you can hear the desperation in his voice despite it. He pulls almost all the way out and then slams back into you, setting a rough and punishing pace immediately. "Is this what you wanted?" he grits out, snapping his hips hard against yours.
Your head falls back into the pillows, grip tightening on his shoulders.
"Fuck yes," you gasp, back arching to meet his thrusts. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, biting down on the skin there again to stifle the sounds wanting to escape you. "Harder. Fuck me harder, Kihyun. Don't stop."
He groans, but he grips your hips bruisingly tight to give you exactly what you ask him for. "Such a bossy brat." He slams into you harder, his pace ruthless. "You always need more, don't you? " he bites at your neck now, licking the spot with his tongue to ease the sting. "Then don't you dare hold back. I wanna hear how much you love it."
"I—oh my god," you cry out, your words breaking into a sob as he hits that spot that makes your vision blur. Your nails drag down his back, leaving red trails in their path, and you can't help the desperate, almost crazed laugh that spills out of you. "Don't act like you don't love this too," you manage to gasp.
"Love it?" he pants, a sharp hiss leaving him at the feel of your nails. "I'm fucking obsessed with it."
"You're pathetic," you spew, but your hips keep rolling up into his, chasing the high as your legs start to shake.
"Look who's talking," he huffs as he leans back, angling his hips to find that spot again with a smirk on his face. "You're the one trembling beneath me right now."
You whimper as your hand flies to his chest, not to stop him but needing something to ground you. He snaps his hips harder, forcing a cry out of you. "So do you wanna keep talking shit, or do you want to cum on me instead?"
Your mouth drops, and you let out another disbelieving laugh, but the way you feel yourself clench around him tells him everything he needs to know.
"Shut the fuck up," you spit out, your voice cracking in the middle. You dig your heels in his ass again, pulling him impossibly closer, the friction so good it's borderline painful. "Make me cum then. If you're so good at it."
He lets out a sharp and breathless laugh and then shifts his angle once more, driving into you hard just to make you scream out again. He hits that spot he knows far too well over and over again, like he's trying to prove a point. "Go on, then," he grits out, his face contorted with his own restraint. "Make a mess on my cock."
You try to snap back at him, but you can't even form words anymore, your back arching off the mattress as a scream rips from your throat.
Your whole body seizes up, vision bursting white at the edges as your orgasm hits you hard, your walls clamping down around him as you shatter.
"Oh my god, Kihyun— yes, yes, yes!" You cry out, your nails digging in deep into his shoulders as you ride it out.
He grunts as he leans forward, his head dropping to your shoulder. "That's it, fuck yeah," he mutters against your sweat-slicked skin, not slowing down for a second and dragging everything out for you.
You're a shaking mess underneath him, the wetness of you dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. "Kihyun—" you pant, pushing back on his thighs, overwhelmed, but he doesn't let up. "Ki, please, I can't—"
"You can take it," he growls, slowing down just enough to let you breathe. "I know you can."
You whimper, your legs trembling around his waist, wanting to close, but you nod anyway. "Then give it to me," you murmur, voice hoarse. "Don't make me wait anymore."
He groans against your skin, his rhythm faltering. "God, you're gonna kill me..." he breathes, his movements growing more urgent, frantic. "Take it, then."
He grips your hips tight and buries himself deep inside with a rough shout, spilling over the edge, his body shuddering against you, and you cling onto each other like your lives depend on it.
You're both a panting mess when he slumps over you, his breath hot against your skin as he comes down. He rolls off you, throwing an arm over his face, chest panting trying to catch his breath.
It's quiet for a moment. It always is. The high fades, the crash settles.
He turns his head slightly, like he's getting ready to say something.
"I—"
"Don't," you cut him off, your voice flat.
He stops, just like that, and pauses. Then he lets out a short breath through his nose, nodding once. "Yeah," he mutters, sitting up and reaching for his clothes. "Right. Don't."
You grab your clothes right after, the moment already gone. You pull them on quickly, and he follows, the fabrics rustling the only sound in the room.
"You should stop showing up," you say after a minute, not looking at him.
He scoffs softly, running his hand through his hair. "You should stop answering the door."
You roll your eyes, shaking your head. "Get out, Kihyun."
He grabs his jacket, smirking, already moving in that direction. "Lock the door behind me."
You wait a moment, listening for the quick click of the door shutting before you finally look over your shoulder at the bed. The sheets are halfway off, the pillows thrown across the floor. You let out a soft sigh as you stand, moving down the hallway.
The kitchen light is still on. The bottle of that pink champagne sits right where he left it, your glasses still half-full. You pick it up, staring at it for a second before taking a long, slow sip.
It is too sweet, you admit to yourself. It always has been.
You set it back down, not finishing it. Instead, you cross the kitchen and slide the rest of the bottle into the rack with the others— same bottle, same label, all half-empty, like it means nothing.
You don't linger, just turn and walk to the front door, fingers brushing the lock as you slide it into place, telling yourself this is the last time.
Summary: A little teasing on set turns into something far more dangerous when you decide to see just how far you can push Jooheon, and how badly he wants your attention.
You know exactly what you’re doing when you withhold it. And Jooheon? He feels it immediately.
What starts as a game quickly shifts into something heavier, something charged with quiet control, soft praise, and the kind of tension that leaves him unraveling, eager to please, desperate to hear you tell him he’s doing it right.
And when you tell him to do better… he'll do anything to prove that he can.
Mood + Warnings: Submissive Jooheon • Praise Kink • Reassurance • Soft Dom Reader • Power Play • Teasing • Withholding • Neediness • Idol AU Established Relationship • Fingering • Unprotected s3x • Soft Aftercare
Word count: ~5.3k
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Good boy Jooheon has been a long time coming. While I prefer to write more member dominant scenarios, Jooheon screams "I have a praise kink" so it would be a disservice to not use that at some point lmao. Started pretty light w this one to test the interest, but definitely can do more hehe. Enjoy!
You always notice things before anyone else does. A twisted collar, one pant leg bunched up, a sideways chain sitting against his throat. Jooheon, though, was rarely capable of standing still long enough for you to fix any of it without cussing under your breath at him.
"You move one more time, and I'm leaving it crooked so you can look a mess the whole shoot," you snap, tugging his collar back into place.
His lips curl, almost amused, as he glances down at you, watching your fingers work on his shirt for what must be the third time that morning.
"That serious?" he teases, shifting again under your hands.
You let out a long breath through your nose at him for moving again, but you don't bother to look up. "Very," you say shortly. "Stay. Still."
This time, he listens. His body goes still under your hands. His eyes focus, like he's finally trying his best.
You hum in approval as you smooth his collar, reaching for the chain that's sitting off-center on his neck. "Good boy," you murmur, a small smirk on your lips because you know exactly what that does to him.
His lips twitch. He keeps his eyes fixed on something over your shoulder, his jaw tensing ever so slightly, like he's determined not to give you the satisfaction right now. But that won't do. He should know better. Your fingers pause at the chain around his neck.
"Jooheon...?" you coax sweetly.
His eyes drop to yours immediately.
There. That's better.
You smile, small and satisfied, before straightening the chain flat against his chest. "You're so bad at hiding it, Honey."
He lets out a laugh, but before he can say anything, the director calls everyone back to set. You smile amusingly as you step back, looking him over one more time.
"Do I look good?" he asks, a hint of a grin still on his face. His eyes linger on yours a little longer than needed. You know how much he loves hearing you say he does.
"Handsome as ever," you say as you move closer and smooth down a stray piece of hair before lowering your voice so only he can hear. "Go kill 'em, Honey."
The shoot starts again, and he's back under the lights and cameras, music filling the room. You return to your spot behind the set as you watch him like you always do, half out of habit and half because you just can't help it.
He's a natural, slipping easily into that persona everyone else sees. He's confident, every move full of the charisma he's known for, making it all look much easier than you know it probably is.
He still checks in without really meaning to, a glance here, a quick look towards the edge of the set after a take, like he's searching for something only the two of you ever seem to notice. You've always met him the same way. You know how he gets, you know what he's looking for. A small smile, a nod— just something from you to let him know he's doing exactly what he's supposed to do and that you're watching him. Always watching.
But there's something about the way he purposefully didn't meet your eyes earlier, how he pretended to ignore what you said... It makes you want to hold back a little bit.
So when he looks over between takes again, you make him wait longer than usual this time. His focus slips for just a moment before you finally give him that smile, slow and deliberate, before he recovers.
But the next time, you don't give him anything at all. You meet his eyes and then turn away, focusing on something else like he doesn't exist to you.
It only lasts a few seconds before the next take, but it's enough. You see something in him tense before he's forced to hide it, slipping back into his role, but this time without your usual approval, that grounding he always needs from you.
You almost feel bad. Almost.
The director calls cut, and you head back to the dressing room. Jooheon comes in, shrugging off a jacket and muttering about how many layers one music video scene really needs. You go to him right away, catching the collar of his new shirt before he can mess it up.
The second you touch him, he stills. You don't say anything about it. You don't need to. Your hand slows just slightly as you smooth the fabric flat. "Doing good," you say quietly.
His eyes snap to yours as soon as you say it, a flash of relief softening his features, his posture loosening. Your hands still at his collar, fingers brushing his skin gently.
"Wow," you say, tilting your head at just how fast he reacted to that. "You really need me that bad today?"
His mouth falls open a little, a shaky breath slipping out. "You didn't look at me," he murmurs, the words sounding more vulnerable than accusing. "Twice. You just... acted like I wasn't there." His eyes drop to your mouth, then back up. "So yeah. I needed you. I always do."
You hum softly, silently wondering if you should give him a little or let it sit a bit longer, when a voice interrupts the moment.
"Jooheon, we need you back on set!"
You step back, giving him a sweet smile. "Looks like I'm not the only one needed today," you say, lowering your voice. "We'll pick this up later."
You watch him as he heads for the door, and as soon as he reaches the frame, you call out, "Oh, and Honey?"
He turns around, one brow slightly lifted at you. You let your eyes drag down his front, taking in the way his shirt fits, the chain sitting against his chest, before meeting his eyes again. "You look really good."
You know the compliment hits him harder than any teasing, making him forget his earlier frustration for a moment. He freezes in the doorway, eyes running over you like he's trying to decide if you're rewarding him or setting him up again.
"God, you're dangerous," he mutters, quickly wetting his lips as he fights back a smile, then finally turns and disappears down the hallway.
The rest of the shoot passes by in a stream of more styling adjustments, coffee runs, and watching him work the set. You keep things professional like you always do, but the tension never quite fades, vibrating just under your skin every time you catch his eye.
By the time everything wraps up, the energy shifts to something calmer, almost a relief. You're packing your bag when you feel a familiar presence behind you. You don't have to wonder who it is. You smile.
"You ready?" you ask without turning, lifting your bag.
He grabs it from your hand before it's even off the ground. "Ready for what?" he asks, a soft smirk on his lips.
"To go, of course," you say innocently. "Why? Were you thinking of something else?" You smile at him, winking subtly as you move closer and press a quick kiss that still somehow lingers on his cheek. "Come on, Honey. Take me home."
He pauses for a second before following, like that simple touch alone undid something in him. He shakes it off, slinging your bag over his shoulder, and sets off behind you.
The ride home is quiet. Not uncomfortable, just charged. He keeps one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. You glance over, biting your lip as you grab his hand, carrying it over to your thigh instead. You don't let go, your fingers following soft trails across the veins on the back of his hand absentmindedly.
He glances at your fingers and lets out a quiet, amused breath. "So," he murmurs, looking back at the road. "How'd I do today?"
You hum again softly, pursing your lips as you think. "Like... on the shoot? Or are you talking about...?" you trail off, letting him fill in the gaps.
The corner of his mouth twitches. "You know what I'm talking about."
You smile, just a little, and shrug. "You did okay," you say, short and sweet.
You feel his hand tighten against your thigh for just a second before he smooths it again. "Just okay?" He asks, glancing at you briefly again. "I feel like I deserve a little more than okay after holding it together while you ignored me all day."
You raise your brow at him this time. "Oh? You want more than okay, do you?" You lean forward, your breath hot against his ear as he tries to focus on driving. "Then... do better," you whisper.
You sit back down into your seat, placing his hand on your thigh again, a soft smirk on your lips. "I'm waiting, Honey."
His knuckles turn white against the steering wheel as he shifts in his seat. "You're killing me," he mutters, his voice rough around the edges as he glances at you once quickly. God, you love how easy it is to get him worked up.
He squeezes your thigh, his fingers burrowing in just enough that you can't ignore it before something flickers behind his eyes. "I'll do better," he says, his eyes turning back to the road as he swallows hard. His foot presses down on the gas at the same time. "Just you wait."
He pulls into the parking garage, the car jerking to a stop a little harder than needed. You laugh softly as you unbuckle your seatbelt. "Eager, are we?" you tease, but he's already out, the door shutting behind him as he hurries to the other side to open yours.
"You have no idea," he murmurs, offering his hand to you. You take it happily, and it's impossible to hide the pleased look on your face. He gestures towards the elevator, guiding you over with his hand on your waist.
You get to his apartment, and he walks in after you, setting your bag down on the counter. You turn to him to say something when he drops down in front of you. You don't even realize what he's doing at first. But then your breath catches when his hands find your ankle, fingers brushing against your skin as he carefully works at the straps, eventually sliding your shoes off.
He sits back on his heels, looking up at you, his look more gentle now than it was in the garage. "You said do better," he murmurs quietly. His hands slide up, palms grazing over your calves and firmly squeezing. "So I am."
His eyes meet yours again before he leans in and presses a slow, soft kiss just above your knee. His lips linger there for a moment before he pulls back, thumbs still brushing lightly against your skin. "Is this better now?" he whispers.
The feeling of his lips on your skin sends shudders down your spine, the gesture alone doing something wildly dangerous inside of you, but you don't let him see just yet.
You smile softly, one hand stretching out to run your fingers through his hair, gently tugging to lift his head up to you more. "It is," you murmur, more softly this time. "You're getting there."
His eyes flutter shut for a second, a sigh escaping from his throat as he leans into your touch. A small smile tugs at your lips; you know just how much your fingers in his hair ruin him a little more every single time.
"Just getting there?" he finally mumbles as he opens his eyes, drawing out a slow exhale like he's trying to ground himself to you. He turns his head, pressing a kiss into your palm before looking up at you with a hazy gaze. "You're setting a really high bar, princess."
He sits back up on his knees again, leaning forward to rest his head on your stomach, hands on your hip as he breathes you in. "Tell me what else you need... I'm listening."
"The bar is high because I know what you're capable of, Mr. Lee," you murmur softly. Your hand drifts down, your thumb stroking the skin at the back of his neck there slowly as you take in the sight of him on his knees like this. It's a damn good look on him.
"Right now..." you say, your voice softer but still steady. "I need you to take me to the bedroom." Your fingers tighten just slightly at the back of his neck, and so does his grip on your hips, before you continue. "And keep this energy."
You tilt your head, watching him closely. "Think you can do that for me, Honey?"
He lets out a shaky breath, pressing his forehead into you harder, his grip tightening around your waist.
"Yeah," he breathes, his voice a bit rougher than before. "Yeah, I can do that."
He leans back slowly, looking up at you with these darkened, heavy eyes full of something to prove, as he lets go of your legs to stand up. He doesn't pull away. If anything, he crowds you closer, pulling you flush against him.
"Good answer," you smirk, your breath ghosting just barely over his lips. His hand is steady on your back as he starts to guide you down the hallway, keeping you close to him.
You glance up at him as you near the door, biting your lip. You reach past him to push it open, stepping inside first and pulling him in by the front of his shirt. "Now show me."
He stumbles in after you, and you can't help but laugh softly at him being off-balance for a moment before he recovers, kicking the door shut behind him with his heel and crowd you back again.
He walks you back toward the edge of the bed, your knees hitting the edge, but he doesn't push you down. You can feel his breath hit against your face, his hands settling on your waist to keep you there with him.
"Show you..." he repeats, his voice in that deep murmur that makes your stomach knot in anticipation. His eyes drop to your lips, then back up. He leans in slowly, giving you time to stop him, testing the boundary he knows you control. "Like this?"
He kisses you, but it's careful. Slow and deep... intentional, like he's waiting for you to take control of it, to tell him if it's enough or if he needs to give you more.
You kiss him back immediately, your hands coming up to tangle into his hair again, tugging to tip his head back just slightly and making a low groan escape his lips. It's good. It's always good. But careful isn't what you asked for.
You pull back enough just to speak against his lips. "Careful is boring, Honey," you whisper as you nip his bottom lip teasingly. "I told you to do better, didn't I?"
For a second, he stills, then something on his face darkens even more. His hand tightens at your waist as he pulls you in again, this time without any hesitation. The kiss is different from the start, deeper, less careful. Like he's done second-guessing himself, needing to prove to you just how good he can listen.
He breaks just enough to look at you, his breath softly huffing against your face. "How's that?" he asks.
You smile, humming approvingly with your eyes still closed while you linger against his mouth. "There you go," you murmur, opening your eyes to meet his. "See? I knew you could do it."
You don't give him time to respond. You pull him back in, fingers tightening again in his hair as you kiss him more, harder this time. He follows you immediately, gripping you tight at the waist, flushed against him with no space between. The kiss is hungry, all teeth and tongue and spit, deepening more with every touch.
"That's it," you murmur against his mouth, your voice low. "Don't slow down now."
He exhales quietly like that alone is enough to undo him, and it only makes him press in closer. You can feel how quickly he slips into it, how easily he gives you everything you're asking for. It's intoxicating.
You turn, guiding him back until his knees hit the edge of the bed now, pushing on his shoulders just enough that he gets the hint and falls back onto the mattress. You straddle him before he has time to settle, your dress riding up your thighs, trapping him there.
"God, y/n—" he breathes, a rough laugh slipping out as he stares up at you, his eyes bright with something like awe mixed with desire. His hands find their place on your thighs automatically. "You look so good like this."
"Mmh," you let out, voice low as you start to rock your hips gently over his, feeling him stir more by the second beneath you. "I know what would look even better."
His mouth twitches, his chest rising and falling fast still. "What's that?" he asks.
You pull back just enough to sit up on him more, lowering your hands to his that are resting on your thighs, and slowly start to move them underneath your dress. "Your hands on me..." you say softly. "Touching me..."
You let out a breathy sigh as you continue to move his hands up your sides now, your eyes fluttering shut as his thumbs brush lightly over your ribs. When you open them, he's watching you with a soft yet hungry look, almost like he's waiting for permission. You let go of his hands intentionally, and he doesn't miss a beat.
His hands slide up the curve of your breasts now, slower this time, paying attention to every little reaction you give him. "Is this what you wanted?" he murmurs, his voice lower but more certain now.
His thumbs brush against your nipples beneath the fabric, and a soft gasp slips out of you before you can stop it. "Mhm," you breathe, biting your lip and nodding your head. "Yeah."
He smiles when you say yes, and then he sits up with more intention, wrapping one arm around you to keep you close to him while the other moves to lift your dress completely. You lift your arms instantly, letting him slip it over your head and tossing it somewhere on the floor before his hands are back on you again.
His mouth finds your throat now, pressing hot and wet open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin there. Your eyes shut again as your fingers instantly bury themselves in his hair, keeping him close. "God, your mouth..." you breathe, tilting your head back to give him more access. "So good."
He hums against your skin, the vibrations causing a shiver straight through you and down your back. You pull back slightly to look down at him, eyes dragging over his face, his mouth wet and swollen from your kisses, eyes darkened with arousal.
You smile, running a finger across his chin. "You're doing so good for me, Honey," you say softly. "But I want to see the rest of you, too."
You tug at the hem of his own shirt now, pulling it up. "Off."
He doesn't have to be told again. He pulls back, lifting his shirt up and over his head in one quick second, adding it to the growing clothes pile on the floor. He sits back on his hands, like he's letting you look your fill, and oh, you do. Your eyes drag over his body, his toned chest, that perfect dip in his shoulders that was made for your teeth to sink into. He's a work of art, truly.
There's a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth when he pushes up deliberately, letting you feel him hard and heavy beneath you. "I'm all yours, princess," he says. "Just tell me what you want me to do... I'll do it right."
You smile at him. "There's my good boy," you murmur, your voice warm as your fingertips brush over his skin, sliding down his chest.
You lean in, pressing a painfully slow and soft kiss just above the tattoo on his stomach, your lips lingering as his muscles jump beneath you.
"I know you will," you whisper, dragging your mouth up to his neck.
His grip tightens where his hand rests on you, like your approval alone is enough to push him forward. Then he moves, his hands sliding to your hip as he guides you back onto the mattress.
His fingers come to trace the edge of your panties, slowly but intentionally, giving you a look that comes across more like a question.
You raise your brow at him, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand exactly where you want it. "Don't make me wait now, Honey," you murmur, voice breathier than intended.
He smirks as he gently pushes the fabric to the side. "Never," he mutters, more to himself than you, and then he slowly drags his finger through the wetness that's waiting for him.
Your mouth falls open as he circles your clit slowly and tests the pressure, watching your face for every reaction, noting every time your breath catches a little more. Your hips buck up into his hand, chasing after him, your breathing getting heavier by the second.
"Mm," you breathe, "that's it... just like that."
"Like that?" he repeats, always so eager to get it right for you. You moan in response, nodding your head as he slides through until he pauses just long enough to push two fingers inside you slowly, curling them instantly to find that spot that always makes you—
"Fuck," you gasp, hips lifting to meet him more. His thumb presses down on your clit, moving in tight circles that make your head spin, his fingers pumping into you at a steady pace.
You grab onto his other forearm, nails digging into his skin. "You feel amazing," you murmur softly, breath still uneasy as you look him in the eyes, gently squeezing his arm. "But I think I'm ready for more than just your fingers now."
Your hand comes up to trace his cheek, then to his lips, your fingers brushing over them gently. "You've been so good for me, Honey," you say, your voice sinking low. "Do you want to be inside me?"
You can practically see how hard that question hits him. It always does. His lips part softly.
"Yeah," he breathes out, his voice rough and wrecked already. He leans into your touch, pressing a soft kiss into your fingertips before they leave his lips. "God, baby, you know I do. I want it so bad."
He pulls his fingers out of you slowly, earning another soft gasp from you as you watch him stand up. He strips the rest of his clothes off, the desperation in his movements impossible to hide, before he's back, hovering over you.
"I'm ready," he says, his voice just above a whisper. "Please."
You smile up at him, reaching out to pull him down closer to you, crushing your lips together in a messy, lingering kiss.
"Then give me what I need," you murmur against his mouth, opening your legs invitingly. You can feel him, hard and thick against you, the anticipation making you ache. "Show me how bad you want it."
He doesn't waste any time. He pushes into you slowly, his teeth gritting at the tightness as a groan escapes from his chest. He buries his face into your neck, your arms reaching around him and holding him there as he sinks deep inside you.
"Fuuuuck.." he breathes, pulling back just enough so he can push in deeper again. "You feel perfect."
You gasp, back arching off the bed as he drags over that perfect spot, filling you completely. His eyes drop to your face when he hears the gasp, studying you as he does that motion one more time, waiting for your reaction again. "Does that feel good?" He asks, starting a steady pace now. "Tell me, baby."
Your fingers tangle in his hair, bringing him down closer so that his forehead rests on yours gently. "It feels amazing," you breathe, "you're doing so good... don't stop, Honey." You rock your hips to meet his thrusts, taking him even deeper. "Just like that."
He groans at your approval, dropping his head into the crook of your neck, his pace stumbling for just a second before he finds it again. "I won't," he growls, voice rough against your skin. "I won't ever stop making you feel good."
He shifts his weight then, one arm moving down your side to grip your hip to pull you closer with every thrust. You can feel yourself getting closer, the pressure coiling low in your stomach, building with every drag of him inside you. He watches you, eyes dark with something like eagerness with desire, like he only cares about one thing right now, and it's watching you fall apart.
"I'm close," you manage to breathe out, your fingernails digging into his shoulders now. "You're gonna make me cum, Honey."
His breath catches when he hears his name, and he feels you start to flutter around him.
"I want it," he pants as his grip tightens, keeping you right where he needs you and angling his hips to hit that spot one last time, hard and deliberate. "Cum for me... I wanna feel it. Please, baby. Let go for me."
The tension snaps, and you see white, a cry stuck in your throat as your orgasm crashes through you. Your body shudders beneath him as he keeps fucking you through it, holding you close.
Finally, your breathing evens out, his movements slow as your body grows limp around him. You look up at him with hazed-over eyes, a lazy but tender smile on your face. "So good," you whisper, reaching out to brush your thumb across his cheek. "My perfect boy."
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him down to kiss him soft and deep, pouring everything he just gave you back into it. You pull back slowly, hand still resting on his cheek as your thumb caresses over his skin.
"Now," you murmur softly, "since you've been taking such good care of me..." Your fingers slide down his chest, easing him back just enough. "Let me take care of you, too."
You don't give him any time to think before you're pushing him back onto the mattress now, straddling his hips again. Your hands roam over his chest and down his stomach, just appreciating the view for a moment.
"So, so handsome," you mumble, leaning down to press kisses along where you just traced. "And all mine."
You reach in between your legs, positioning yourself to sink down onto him, earning a sharp hiss of pleasure from him as you take him fully again. His hands fly to your hips as you moan softly at the stretch of him.
"Fuck, y/n—" he breathes, the sound rough and uneven like he's barely holding himself together.
You can't help but smirk, leaning down to drag your tongue up his neck to his earlobe. "I know, Honey," you coo, nipping his ear as you start to pick up the pace now, rising and falling on him harder as the sound of skin on skin slaps through the room.
"You like this, don't you?" you murmur, kissing the corner of his mouth now. "You like being underneath me like this? Being mine."
His eyes squeeze shut for a second, grip tight on your hips as his head falls back onto the pillow, his hips bucking into you involuntarily.
"I fucking love it," he pants, eyes glued to yours like he can't look anywhere else even if he wanted to. "Love being under you... being good for you. I— mm, fuck baby—" he practically whimpers, his head thrashing to the side. "I'm—I'm not gonna last much longer like this."
"Mm, but you have no idea how gorgeous you look right now," you murmur, leaning back to take him in fully, slowing your pace just slightly. His cheeks are flushed, brows furrowed from the concentration of holding himself back. He's moaning with every roll of your hips, completely lost in you, "I could watch you fall apart like this all night."
You grind down on him harder, deliberately slowing down right when you know he wants it faster, dragging out the pleasure. "But you have been so perfect for me... so patient."
You lean down, brushing your lips against his in a featherlight kiss, pulling back out of reach just so you can watch him chase it and groan out of desperation.
"I think you deserve to let go. Do you want that?" you ask sweetly, your pace picking up now, watching his expression tighten. "You wanna be a good boy and cum for me, Honey?"
The sound he lets out is almost a whine, nodding his head frantically. "Yes—" he gasps, his voice breaking as he looks at you with those big brown pleading eyes of his. "God, yes, please let me cum for you. I wanna be so good for you, baby... please."
His grip on your waist turns bruising at this point, and you know he's there. You lean down, riding him still as you cup his face gently. "Then let go," you murmur against his mouth. "Give me everything, Jooheon."
You roll your hips down hard, and that's all it takes to push him over. You watch his face contort in pleasure before he lets out a loud and straggling cry, spilling himself inside you. He clings to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down close, whimpering softly as his body convulses beneath you.
You slow your movements to a gentle rock, letting him come down, stroking his hair and pressing soft kisses to his sweaty temple. "You did so well," you croon softly, pressing a slow kiss to his lips. "So perfect for me."
He turns his head slightly, his nose brushing up against your jaw as he presses clumsy kisses against the corner of your mouth. "Jesus..." he breathes, his voice hoarse. "You... you wreck me, y/n. In the best damn way."
You smile softly, kissing him one more time before climbing off of him, settling in beside him, your head resting on his chest. "Mm, I try," you tease, a pleased look on your face.
Your fingers move up to push his hair back from his forehead again. His eyes flutter shut at your touch, and you can't help the small laugh that slips out from under your breath at the sight of him like this. Flushed, wrecked, completely undone by you. He's beautiful.
"You know," you murmur softly, "earlier at work, you did look really good in your MV outfit."
His brows lift at you, his breathing still evening out, smirking. "Oh, yeah?" he huffs.
"Mhm," you nod. "And working the set, doing what you do so effortlessly. I love watching you like that." You pause for a moment, your thumb brushing lightly across his cheek.
"But this?" you say, gesturing to him, your smile softening. "This will always be my favorite version of you."
His expression softens at that, something quieter settling in his eyes as his hand drifts up to your face, tracing along your cheek now.
"Is that so?" he murmurs, voice lowering. "My favorite version of me is the one that gets to be with you."
You smile softly at that, something warm blooming in your chest as you lean in and press a deep, slow kiss to his lips. When you pull back, you settle into his embrace, your cheek finding its place against his chest, perfectly content.
"God, I love you," you murmur quietly into his skin. He smiles, pulling you closer.
A little teasing turns into a dangerous game when you decide to see just how jealous Jooheon can get.
Mood + Warnings: Jealous + Possessive Jooheon • Dom Jooheon • Bratty Reader • Flirty Kihyun • Playful Banter • Teasing • Idol AU Established Relationship • Power Play • Jealousy Kink • Secret Relationship • Fingering • Light Choking • Orgasm Control • Unprotected Sex/Creampie
Word count: ~5.9k
🎧 Recommended Track: Jealousy - Monsta X
The air around you smells like beer, sweat, and whatever cologne Jooheon grabbed on his way out when you all decided to go grab a drink and some food after today's grueling practice. Drinks after weren't planned. They never are with them. But somehow you all ended up here anyway.
You had told them you didn't want to intrude, but everyone shook their heads, insisting.
"You're one of us now," Changkyun said.
Jooheon smiled, giving you a gentle look that made your heart flutter more than you'd like to admit.
So you just smiled at them with a quiet "Okay", and now here you all are, crowded around a table that's too small, their laughter loud and completely unfiltered.
Jooheon sits next to you without hesitation, like he knows that spot is always his. You let him. His shoulder presses into yours, one of his hands resting on your thigh under the table— extremely distracting, and he knows it.
The others are oblivious as hell as to what's going on between you two, or they just don't care. You haven't quite figured that out yet. Either way, it's comfortable... easy. Maybe even a little dangerous.
The guys order an obscene amount of food and start stuffing their faces, the laughter flowing easily around the table. Kihyun arrives late, sliding into the empty chair across from you with a lazy grin. His shirt is half-unbuttoned, his hair still damp like he actually took the time to shower before coming out.
"Guess who decided to finally show up!" Minhyuk booms across the table, clearly already enjoying himself. Kihyun shrugs, taking a sip of his beer.
"Some of us shower before we go out in public," he says. "Unlike the rest of you."
Jooheon scoffs beside you. "You're late because you take forever to get ready."
"It's called effort," Kihyun replies smoothly, leaning back in his chair.
You can't help but laugh, ducking your head slightly. Jooheon glances at you, nudging you with his elbow.
"What're you laughing about?" he asks, brow raising.
"Nothing," you say quickly, still smiling. "You guys are just ridiculous."
Kihyun chuckles softly as he turns his attention to you now, changing the subject.
"So," Kihyun says, resting his elbow on the table as he looks at you. "Are you liking everything so far? Or are we going to have to try harder to impress you?" He winks subtly, a slight smirk on his face.
You blink, curious at first, until you notice his eyes lingering on you just a little longer than necessary. Oh, is he... flirting? That's cute.
Your glance over at Jooheon, and the way his grip tightens on your thigh tells you he caught that, too. You can't help but smile a little.
This could get... interesting.
"You know, between you and me, Kihyun," you say, leaning forward like you're about to share a secret. "I think you guys are doing alright so far." Your voice drops just a little, your eyes finding his with a sly smile. "Though some... better than others."
You lean back, taking a sip of your drink. You glance at Jooheon, and you can't help but notice the way his jaw flexes, his grip on your thigh tightening to the point you can't ignore it anymore.
Okay, this is kinda fun.
Kihyun smirks, looking at you over his drink. "Yeah? Well, I'll take that as a compliment."
You go to respond, but Jooheon speaks before you can.
"Don't get ahead of yourself," Jooheon scoffs, taking another sip. His hand on your thigh slides a little higher, pressing enough to make you shift in your seat.
Kihyun's brows raise just slightly at Jooheon.
"What?" he shrugs. "I'm just doing what I can. Someone's gotta make sure the pretty new girl feels welcome around you brutes."
"Hey!" Minhyuk points at him across the table, protesting immediately. "Excuse you, I am very welcoming... I'm delightful!"
The table erupts with laughter as the guys start teasing each other, everyone except Jooheon. He shifts beside you, jaw still tight, and lets out a small laugh that doesn't really fit in with the rest.
Oh, wow. He's actually getting worked up.
You gently rest your hand over his, still gripping your thigh, and his eyes lazily meet yours.
"You good?" you mouth, fingers drifting lightly over the back of his hand.
He nods once. Quick and flat. "Yeah."
You raise your eyebrows at how short he's being, and then he sighs and leans in closer so no one else can hear.
"I just would be better if Kihyun would stop looking at you like you're something he wants to win."
You blink at him, and then you smile slowly, a soft laugh escaping you. "Oh, please, Honey," you murmur back softly, squeezing his thigh this time. "I think he's just being sweet... don't you?"
He just stares at you for a moment. You tilt your head and smile a little wider at him, pretending to be innocent, and you can see the moment he figures it out.
"You're enjoying this," he asks, his voice sinking low. "Aren't you?"
You bite your lip, pretend to think about it, then shrug and lean back. He keeps looking at you, an unreadable expression in his eyes. Oh yeah... He definitely knows.
"Enjoying what?" you mouth back, a puzzled look on your face. His eyes narrow at you slightly, but you're already turning your attention back to the rest of the table before he can call you out.
"Oh, Kihyun—" You start again, your hand coming out to rest on his arm just lightly now. "I totally forgot to ask you something."
Jooheon shifts next to you, pressing his shoulder more firmly into yours as he watches.
Kihyun turns, his attention coming back to you. "Yeah? Go for it," he says casually.
"Earlier today," you lean forward a little more, letting your top show off just enough. "You mentioned something about a cafe near the studio. The one that had those desserts that were to die for?"
Jooheon squeezes your thigh hard when you lean in. He knows exactly what Kihyun can see right now. The pressure makes your breath catch, but you keep a straight face.
Kihyun glances briefly down at your hand on his arm before looking back up at you with a big smile. "Ahhh, that place?"
"Yeah," you nod, eyes bright and interested. "Was that just you being dramatic, or is it really worth trying? I've been craving something sweet, something I can really... indulge in."
You lock eyes with Kihyun as you say it, and his mouth twitches in response. You can feel Jooheon staring at you, making your heart beat faster, but you ignore it.
"Oh, it's definitely worth it," Kihyun smiles, leaning forward closer to you across the table now, his voice sinking to a hushed tone. "Especially if you go with the right company."
Jooheon scoffs before you can respond. "She already has plans most days," he says. "Good luck finding the time."
Kihyun's brows raise at him, a questioning look on his face. "Well, that's fair. But since she said she was craving something sweet..." Kihyun continues, his eyes meeting yours again now, a smirk spreading across his face. "Maybe I can bring something to you instead."
You feel your cheeks heat up and have to shift in your seat. Jooheon notices, his eyes tight on Kihyun across the table. You can feel the tension seeping off of him, and for a second, you wonder if you should stop pushing.
But honestly... where's the fun in that?
You look at Kihyun, smiling as your hand comes back to his arm. "You'd really do that for me, Ki?" you ask, tilting your head sweetly. Jooheon exhales slowly beside you, exaggerated and intentional.
Kihyun nods enthusiastically, his hand coming over and resting on yours on his arm. "It'd be my pleasure," he says. "You just let me handle it. I'll bring you something that you'll really love."
"See," you smile widely, leaning back. "I knew there was a reason why you're my favorite."
One side of Kihyun's mouth curves, his eyes dragging over you in a way you know Jooheon isn't enjoying. You glance at him, and your breath catches when you see he's already looking at you, not Kihyun anymore. Just you. The look he gives you says everything.
Go on. Keep pushing.
Kihyun laughs softly. "Favorite? Wow, I'm honored, truly," he says, casually flagging down the waiter. "Another one for my new favorite pretty friend here, please."
"You trying to get her drunk, Kihyun?" Jooheon cuts in, his eyes narrowing sharply at him.
Kihyun raises his hand innocently as he sets his drink down. "Just making sure she's taken care of, Jooheon."
Jooheon just glares at him, his jaw flexing again. He hasn't touched his drink since you started talking to Kihyun, and his foot taps lightly under the table, restless.
Seeing him like this? It's hot. Really hot. And it kinda makes you wonder how far you can push him.
Your drink is dropped off, and you take a few more sips before you stand up. "I'm gonna go to the ladies' room," you murmur softly. "Be right back."
No one questions it, but you can feel Jooheon's eyes on you as you walk away. After you finish freshening up, you open the bathroom door and almost walk right into him. He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking calm in a way that makes your stomach flip in the best way possible.
"Oh," you say, stopping short but smiling sweetly at him. "Didn't know this place had bathroom security."
His eyes move over your face, but he doesn't smile back.
"What exactly are you trying to do right now?" he says calmly.
Your brows furrow. "Umm," you say, gesturing to the door. "Go to the bathroom?"
His head tilts to the other side. "Don't play dumb."
You huff a quiet laugh. "I'm just..." you shrug, "having some fun."
"Yeah," he says as his eyes flicker down your body briefly before coming back to your face. "I noticed."
You think for a moment, then lean in with a slight smirk.
"You jealous?"
He watches you for a second, then pushes off the wall and steps closer, crowding you.
"You want me to be?" he asks, his voice deep.
Your smile widens, leaning up to kiss his cheek softly. "Maybe," you whisper.
You go to walk away, and he catches your arm before you can take two steps. You stop, turning back to him.
"Careful," he says.
Your brows lift at him. "Careful?"
"You're gonna get yourself in trouble," he warns, but there's a hint of anticipation in his tone.
You smile slowly, your eyes flicking to his mouth before locking eyes with him again. "You say that like it's such a bad thing," you murmur.
Then you turn around again, walking back to the table before he can say anything else.
When you return, Kihyun spots you immediately. "Thought we lost you," he jokes lightly.
You laugh and slide back into your seat. A few seconds later, Jooheon comes back too. He doesn't say anything, but when he sits beside you, his arm rests on your chair. Not touching, just there. Constant... Like a reminder.
The music in the bar shifts to something louder now, a heavy bass thrumming through the small space. Minhyuk perks up suddenly, slamming his glass down onto the table.
"Ohhh, absolutely not," he says, his chair scooting back. "We're not sitting here during this song."
Groans echo across the table, but a few of them stand up anyway, already knowing they can't get out of this. Kihyun turns to you, offering his hand. "Come on."
You glance down at his hand first, and then your eyes flick past him, looking toward Jooheon, who's already watching you. His face looks calm, so calm that no one else would notice anything. But you know him well enough to see the tightness in his jaw and the way his fingers grip his drink.
You hesitate. Jooheon's voice replays in the back of your head.
You're gonna get yourself in trouble.
Kihyun's hand is still waiting there for you, his brows lifting as he realizes that you're thinking about it. "You scared?" he teases, smirking.
You look back up at Kihyun and then huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes as you slide your hand into his. "Me, scared?" You say, voice dropping. "Please."
Across the table, Jooheon's expression stays the same. He lifts his chin, like he's waiting to see what your next move is. His eyes drop to your hand in Kihyun's, then back to your face. You hold his eyes for a second.
Then... you stand.
Kihyun's hands tighten around yours as he pulls you onto the dance floor, where a few people are already moving to the beat. He spins you right away, playful and easy, and you let out a surprised laugh.
"See?" he grins, his hands settling lightly at your waist. "Much more fun than sitting."
You laugh again and let yourself move with the beat. But even as you dance, you keep looking back at the table. Jooheon hasn't joined everyone. He's still sitting, his finger tapping slowly on the table as he watches you.
For a moment, you wonder if you should ease up a bit, maybe you've pushed things too far. Then Kihyun spins you again, and you end up closer, your hands bracing on his shoulders. Your eyes flick to the table, seeing that Jooheon hasn't moved. Still watching.
So... you bite your lip, then slowly slide your arms around Kihyun's neck. Jooheon's foot stops bouncing then, his jaw flexing.
There. That's better.
You press your body into his more intentionally now, Kihyun's grip tightening around your waist. "You were right," you say, leaning in closer to his ear. "This is much more fun."
Kihyun laughs softly. "Told you," he smirks, his breath warm against your ear.
You hear a chair scrape behind you, and when you look back for Jooheon, he's gone.
You turn to Kihyun again, but he's not looking at you anymore. His eyes lift past your shoulder instead, his grin fading just slightly. You don't have to say anything, because you feel it a second later. A hand grasping around your wrist.
Firm... and possessive.
Jooheon.
"Fun's over," he murmurs as his grip tightens.
Your heart skips a beat as Jooheon grabs your wrist, pulling your arms away from Kihyun's neck. You turn to face him, and the look he gives you sends a shiver down your spine that also makes your stomach drop at the same time.
Oh shit.
Kihyun looks between the two of you, his eyebrows furrowing tight, clearly confused. "Dude, what's your problem? We're dancing here," he says, throwing his hands out to the side. "You can wait your turn."
Jooheon shoots him a glare. "I'm taking her home," he says, voice low and controlled. Too controlled.
"What—" Kihyun scoffs, but Jooheon's already moving. "Seriously?"
Jooheon doesn't slow down, not even a little. "We'll see you tomorrow," he says over his shoulder.
You barely have time to look back before Jooheon is already pulling you halfway across the restaurant, moving through the small crowd toward the door. Your pulse is racing now. Half excitement, half something else you don't quite know the name for.
The cold night air hits you the second he pushes through the door, but he doesn't stop until your back presses against the brick wall beside the entrance. His hand plants by your head on the wall, trapping you in place.
"You trying to get a reaction out of me?" he asks quietly.
You tilt your head, mouth curving just slightly, even as your heart is hammering in your chest. "Did it work?"
His jaw tightens as he just looks at you for a second before leaning in even closer. "So what exactly was the end goal here?" he murmurs.
You shrug against the wall. "Oh, I don't know," you start to say, voice dripping with innocence. "Maybe I just wanted to see what you'd do."
He lets out a short, quiet breath, his head shaking once like he can’t decide whether to laugh or lose his mind. "So that's it then," he says calmly, a hint of a smile touching his mouth. "You wanna see me lose control, don't you?"
You bite your lip, smirking up at him, but you don't say anything. Not yet. Instead, one hand comes up to his cheek, brushing it lightly as you look up at him. "You didn't answer my question, Honey," you finally whisper. "Did it work?"
His eyes darken, a low breath escaping him. "Oh, it worked," he says as he takes a step back. His eyes drag over you once more, slow and deliberate, his gaze heavy. "Get in the car."
You move without thinking.
The drive to his apartment feels endless, the flashing lights blurring past the windows. You barely notice them. All you can think about is him. One of his hands is on the wheel, the other taps on his thigh. His focus stays on the road, but every now and then, he glances at you just enough to twist your stomach in anticipation.
When you finally arrive, he cuts the engine and speaks without turning to you. "Inside."
Your hand finds the car door immediately, stepping out into the cold air once again. You walk to the elevator, going inside, and the doors shut in front of you. The air feels electrified in the small space, and you can feel his gaze burning through you as the elevator starts to go up.
"You know I'm still trying to figure something out, baby," he says after a moment, his chin lifting as he looks at you from the back of the elevator.
You look over your shoulder at him. "What's that?" you ask, voice soft.
"Why you thought letting another man put his hands on what's mine was going to end well for you," he says, not skipping a beat.
Your stomach flips.
When he puts it that way...
He steps closer, his hands gripping your hips from behind and pulling you back into him. Your breath catches, and for the first time tonight...
"I'm sorry," you say quietly, even as your body pushes back into him instinctively.
He chuckles, a low, deep sound rumbling from his chest.
"Sorry..." he repeats, voice almost amused. "That's cute." The elevator dings at his floor, and he drops his mouth to your ear, his breath brushing up against your skin. "Go."
You bite the inside of your cheek as you step out, moving on autopilot toward his door. He opens it and nods for you to go in. Your body vibrates with something... nerves, excitement, you're not even sure. All you know is you can't wait to find out.
He locks the door behind you, setting his keys on the counter. For a moment, neither of you moves, but you can still feel his eyes on you from across the room, heavy and intentional, enough to make you squirm without a word from him.
"Take off your shoes," he murmurs.
You do.
"You had a lot of fun tonight," he says, taking off his jacket now. "Teasing me at the table, flirting with Kihyun, making him think he actually had a chance." He laughs to himself at the last part, like the idea alone is absurd to him.
He takes a step closer to you, his voice getting more stern. "And looking right at me the whole time too... like you were daring me to do something about it."
Your pulse jumps, and you turn to face him, that defiance of yours still flowing through your veins even at the tone of his voice.
"And?"
His lips twitch upwards, not angry. Something more dangerous.
"And you got exactly what you were wanting," he murmurs. "But my question is, baby..." He closes the remaining distance between you two, his hand coming up to brush your face as he tilts it gently toward him. "You sure you can handle what comes next?"
Your breath wavers for a moment before you say anything. "I don't know, Honey," you whisper, eyes seeking his with a silent challenge. "Why don't you stop talking and find out?"
His eyes darken, his hand gripping around your jaw slightly as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip.
"You really don't know when to stop, do you?" he growls before he catches your bottom lip with his teeth, nipping enough to make you gasp. He lets go, pulling you closer to him.
"Good. Because tonight?" his voice lowers, his fingers digging into your hips. "I'm gonna have to remind you exactly who you belong to."
Before you have time to think, he's lifting you into the air, throwing you over his shoulders like you weigh practically nothing, and smacking your ass at the same time. You let out a surprised squeal that turns into a soft gasp, your heart beating fast as he carries you down the hallway.
Well... You did ask for this.
And you really should learn when to stop pushing him.
But the rush of heat spreading low through your stomach at the thought of what's coming makes you bite your lip.
On second thought... This is way more fun.
He kicks the door open and steps into the bedroom, pausing just long enough to adjust you slightly against his shoulder. You lift your head, meeting his eyes already locked on yours. Your mouth parts, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down your spine.
"Still think this was a good idea?" he asks. And then he spins you around, dropping you onto the bed with a quiet thud.
He follows you down, the mattress dipping as he settles one hand beside your head, the other gripping your waist to keep you from moving away from him. You reach out for him instinctively, your fingers clenching in his shirt to bring him closer to you. But he stops you, one hand catching both your wrists and pinning them above your head in one quick motion.
"You don't get to touch me yet," he says, voice low. "It's my turn now. And I'm gonna take my time."
You let out a whiny breath, fighting against his grip just slightly. His free hand traces along the underside of your arm, slow and deliberate, all the way down your side as his mouth finds your neck. His lips hover just barely above you, not quite kissing, just ghosting over your skin in a way that already has your breath unsteady.
God, this is worse than if he just kissed you.
His hand slides to your thighs, pushing your skirt up over your hips, exposing your red lace underwear underneath. He traces the edge of the lace with a single finger, slow and teasing.
"Tell me something," he murmurs low, his lips brushing over yours now. "Did you wear these for me? Or did you put them on, thinking about what it might do to someone else?"
Oh, fuck. Your throat tightens, pulse thumping under his gaze.
"You," you say quickly, not hesitating this time. "Always you."
His grip is still firm on your wrists as he pulls back slightly, his eyes raking over your body spread out for him. The control he has over you right now is intoxicating. And the worst— best part is? You absolutely love it.
"Good answer," he murmurs as he pulls back slightly and releases your wrists, pulling you up. "Now strip. Slowly."
You let out a slow breath as you move to your knees on the bed. Your hands come up to your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside before reaching back to unhook your bra.
"I said slowly," he reminds you. You huff at that, and the sound makes his brows raise. "You really want to push your luck with me right now?"
You open your mouth to argue back, but you think better of it, forcing yourself to slow down instead. Your body is practically vibrating as your bra slips from your shoulders and falls away.
He's still fully dressed, his eyes dragging over your chest with this predatory look that has a heat spreading between your thighs. Your hands move to your skirt that's still bunched up at your hips. You keep your eyes on him as you slowly unzip the side and slide the fabric down your legs, leaving just you and your panties on now.
You tilt your head slightly. "Is this better?" you ask, voice soft.
"Almost," he says. He pushes off the wall now, closing the distance between you two. His fingers trail down your bare skin before his hands grip your hips, pulling you against his body. Your breath stutters as you feel him, the rough texture of his jeans against your skin making it hard to concentrate.
"Keep going," he murmurs near your ear. "You know I don't like being interrupted."
You bite your lip, your eyes lifting to him as your thumb hooks in the lace at your hips. You drag them down, slowly, so slowly. The fabric moves down inch by inch, bunching beneath your hips before you slide it the rest of the way down your thighs.
One of his hands drifts behind you, squeezing your ass like he owns it before pushing you gently backward.
"Lie back," he murmurs. You sink back onto the mattress. He follows you, his lips hovering near your ear. "And spread those legs for me."
Your pulse stutters as you do, your thighs parting slowly. The cool air hits against you, and you have to stop yourself from moaning already, the need for him completely overwhelming.
"Now that's better," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.
He trails one of his fingers down your stomach, stopping just above where he knows you need him the most. And then slowly, his fingers drift lower. You gasp, your back arching off the mattress instinctively when his fingertips finally brush over your clit, his touch featherlight and teasing. He circles it once, twice, your hips chasing after his hand, needing more of his touch.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and dark and oh so smug. "Already so desperate for me."
You whimper as your hand grips the sheets because you know better than to reach for him without his permission right now. His finger moves down, sliding through your slick heat, grabbing the wetness that's already there and moving it upward, teasing you even more with it.
"Say it," he says quietly, his mouth pressed to the shell of your ear as he keeps his fingers moving. "Tell me who this pussy belongs to."
"You," you say, voice shaky.
He huffs quietly against your ear, clearly not impressed. "Louder," he commands, his thumb pressing against your clit enough to make you cry out.
"You! Fuck—" you gasp. "It belongs to only you, Jooheon!"
He hums in satisfaction this time, and then finally, he pushes a finger inside you slowly, the feeling stealing the air from your lungs. He adds a second finger, watching every flash of pleasure that crosses your face as he spreads you wider. He curls them upward until your hips jerk from the bed, sending a broken moan that breaks through your lips, bouncing off the walls.
"God, you're so fucking wet," he groans, voice rougher now as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, the sound that fills the room completely obscene. "You made all this mess just because you liked seeing me jealous, huh?"
"Yes," you admit simply, your mouth falling open.
His thumb presses against your clit as he continues, building you up so fast it makes your head spin. You can feel it already, that tension deep in your belly, your thighs tensing, and breath coming in those ragged, needy gasps. There's nothing gentle about him right now. He's relentless, working you higher and higher until you're right on the edge, barely able to think straight.
And then he stops. Just fucking stops.
"Jooheon—" you whine, a completely desperate look on your face. "Please, don't stop—"
A quiet chuckle leaves him, shaking his head as he pulls his fingers from you.
"You're funny," he says, a wicked smirk on his face. He brings his fingers to his lips, eyes never leaving yours as he sucks them clean. "You’re not coming until I’m inside you and I’m the only damn thing you can think about. Got it, baby?"
You bite down hard on your lip, the sheets twisting tighter beneath your fingers as you nod, watching him stand up. He unbuttons his shirt slowly, baring his chest and the tattoo inked across his stomach, and a jolt of heat shoots through you at the sight.
His hands move to his belt next, the leather sliding through the loops effortlessly, and he drops it beside the bed. He pushes his jeans down, eyes locked on yours as he frees himself, already hard and ready. The sight of him makes you press your thighs together, trying anything to relieve the ache between them.
"Don't," he warns, his hand wrapping around himself, stroking slowly. “Keep them open. Or I walk away right now and leave you dripping and desperate for me all night.”
Your mouth parts, but you listen, forcing them open again. Your whole body thrums in anticipation as he climbs back onto the bed, settling between your thighs. He grips your hips, yanking you toward him until you feel the head of his cock pressed against you. But then he stills, not giving in just yet.
Instead, he leans down, his mouth claiming yours in a deep, possessive kiss that has you moaning into his mouth. Your arms wrap around his neck because you don't care anymore about not touching him. You need him. All of him.
"Jooheon, please—" you breathe, pleading. "Please, baby..."
His eyes are dark and heavy, fixed on yours like he can see straight through the game you played with him all night. He drags his tip through you, the sensation making you twitch beneath him.
"Tell me what you want," he says, voice low. "Use your words. Properly."
You swallow hard, your chest heaving as you look at him. "I want you inside me," you say, voice trembling. "Please, Honey. I need you. I need you to fuck me until your name is the only thing you'll let me say. Until all I can feel is you."
He smirks slowly. "Now that's what I like to hear," he murmurs.
Then finally, he's pushing inside you— slowly, stretching you open inch by torturous inch. Your breath catches, nails digging into his shoulders as he sinks deeper, filling you so completely.
"Fuuuck—" he groans, his forehead dropping to yours as he gets fully settled. "You feel so damn good, baby."
He pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, before he's thrusting back in with a hard snap of his hips that makes you cry out. He sets a deep rhythm, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, trying to urge him to go faster. But he doesn't. His pace is slow and deliberate, his hips grinding against yours in a way that has your mouth stuck open and your toes curling in the air.
His hand comes up to your face, firmly guiding you. "Look at me," he commands, and you do, your eyes slowly opening to meet his. "Watch me while I take you. I want you to see who makes you feel like this, see that I'm the only one who can make you feel this good."
A shudder runs through you at his words, hips lifting to meet his as you keep your eyes on him. The friction is perfect, the pressure building again inside you with every movement.
"Jooheon— I'm— I'm close—" you gasp, your voice breaking.
"You're gonna hold it for me," he cuts in, his hands sliding into your hair and pulling your head back, exposing your throat. "Just a little longer."
You whimper as his teeth graze down your neck, nodding frantically even though you don't even know if you can. You're so close, so fucking close, but every time you teeter on the edge, he pulls back just enough to keep you there.
"Please—" you pant, completely lost in him. "I can't—"
"You will," he growls, hips snapping into you faster. His hand comes to your throat now, pressing on it gently just enough for you to feel him. "Tell me that you're mine."
"I'm yours," you gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucks you harder. "Fuck, Jooheon, I'm yours!"
He groans, picking up his pace. His hand slides down to grip your thigh, hitching it higher over his hip, a sharp cry leaving you as he drives into you over and over. The new angle makes him so much deeper, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur at the edges. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles, your legs starting to tremble around his waist.
"Yeah, that's it," he says through clenched teeth, leaning down over you. "Yeah... that's my girl. Hold it a little more for me, baby. A little more."
"Joo—" the word is barely there, your arms squeezing around his neck and clinging onto him as he keeps his unrelenting pace. You don't know how much longer you can hold out until finally—
"Now," he growls, voice strained with his own restraint. "Cum for me now."
Your body obeys instantly, shattering completely as your orgasm rips through you. You scream his name, clenching around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crash over you. He doesn't stop, fucking you through every twitch and squirm, his own breathing ragged and strained until he thursts deep one last time.
"Mine," he says as he cums with a raw groan, his release pulsing inside you. "Only fucking mine."
For a moment, you stay like that, frozen in the aftershock, your legs still locked around his waist as you feel the warm feeling of him spreading through you. Your chest heaves, your heartbeat drumming in your ears as you come down, fingers loosening their hold around his neck. He lifts his head, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before your hands come up to cup his face.
"Yours," you whisper, kissing his lips slowly. "I'm always yours, baby."
He pulls back to study your face for a moment, then huffs out a quiet breath, brushing his thumb along your jaw.
"You know," he murmurs, "most people don't flirt wth their bandmates just so they can end up like this."
Your lips twitch. "Kihyun started it," you say, giving him a small shrug.
He raises his brow. "Yeah," he says, smirking almost proudly. "And I finished it."
You squeeze around him deliberately then, making his breath falter as a low groan slips out before he shoots you a warning look. You smile slowly, kissing him soft and sweet, innocent as always.
"Yeah," you murmur against his lips. "Yeah, you did."
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Thank you so much for reading!! Hope you guys enjoyed our special guest with this oneshot hehe. The next one I have is going to be a bit of a dynamic switch, so I do hope you guys look forward to it!! Catch ya in the next story! <3
What starts as a playful swim lesson on the rooftop pool while on vacation with Jooheon turns into something far less innocent.
Mood + Warnings: Pool Sex • Idol AU Established Relationship • Playful Banter • Semi-Public Sex • Vacation Vibes • Teasing Jooheon
Word count: ~3.4k
"Oh come on," Jooheon pouts at you playfully, "you're really that scared?"
Your feet are dangling on the edge of the pool, just barely lowering your toes in. It's one of those fancy infinity pools, high on the penthouse. You can't deny how beautiful it is, but something about it also makes your stomach a little queasy.
"I'm not scared," you lie, even though you know you're full of it. He goes to the edge, resting his arms on the barely there ledge. Your heart pounds, and you finally cave, lowering yourself into the pool. "Okay, okay. I'm in, see? Now, can you at least get off the edge?"
He smiles, dimples sinking deep as he pushes off and swims casually to you. "What's wrong, baby? I thought you weren't scared?"
You roll your eyes, but the way the setting sun hits his brown eyes softens it. "It's just a little freaky, okay? We could've just gotten a place with a regular pool, you know."
He comes up behind you, arms around your waist. You melt into him despite the slight tension, leaning back against his chest. "And miss out on the best view in Bangkok?" he asks, leaning near to murmur against your ear. "I'm not just talking about the sky, baby."
Your cheeks flush, smiling as you shake your head fondly. He's always so smooth with it. "You're ridiculous," you murmur, looking back at him over your shoulder. "It is nice, though."
He hums thoughtfully. "Yeah, it is," he says, still holding you. "I really needed this trip. We all needed it."
You nod softly, kissing his jaw before settling into him again, looking back out at the sky. The sun is sinking lower, casting the skyline in a perfect golden-orange glow. Music drifts from inside, laughter climbing and falling with it.
"I'm glad I was able to come too," you say a moment later, hands covering his over your stomach. "I love seeing the world with you."
He spins you around slowly in his arms so you can face him, one hand coming out beneath the water to brush your cheek, his eyes overflowing with that look of pure adoration that always makes your heart flutter. "I wouldn't want to see it with anyone else, baby."
You smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, right over one of his dimples. When you pull back, he sinks down into the water, swimming casually backwards with an up-to-no-good look on his face.
"Now, are you ready?" he asks, voice suddenly playful. "Honey's Swim Class is starting, and lucky you, you get to be my first student!"
You can't help but laugh, lifting an eyebrow. "Honey's Swim Class? Really? You know I can swim already, right?”
He takes a few perfect strides, showing off, and then turns to you with a grin. "Baby, no offense. But you know how to doggy paddle." He drops into the water immediately, copying you in an exaggerated but cute way, kicking his feet and splashing lightly like a happy little puppy before straightening back up. "That is not swimming."
Your mouth drops in mock offense. "I do not look like that!" you say, even though you know he’s not wrong. "Okay, okay, big shot. Prove to me you’re the swim master, then. I just expect you to take it seriously, no splashing my face or—"
You don't get to finish the sentence before he does just that, a childish snicker escaping him as he swims away after. You mutter something under your breath before you take off after him, splashing him back even more when you catch up.
"Okay, I'm sorry!" he squeals as he flings his arms out to try to shield your relentless water attack. "I surrender, I surrender!"
"You better be!" you huff, crossing your arms dramatically. "That was very rude of the so-called teacher."
He circles around you, smirking before he pulls you by the arm into him. "Ohhh, I was the rude one?" His voice dips to that tone you know far too well by now. "Fair warning, baby, misbehaving in swim class has consequences."
Your mouth parts slightly before biting your lip when a bout of laughter erupts from the house again, a quick reminder that you two aren't completely alone here.
"Honey—" You swat at his chest playfully. "You can't say things like that to me..." Your voice softens, more hushed now as your eyes scan around the pool. "Not here."
He just smiles, letting his eyes linger on you just enough to make you feel him as his hands come to grip your thighs under the water. "Like what?" he winks. He lets go of your thigh and steps back, raising his voice now. "Alright, lesson one! Floating!"
He looks over you like he's studying you, finger tapping his chin lightly. "First rule," he says, beckoning you to come closer. "You have to relax. You're waaaay too tense."
You scoff as you drift toward him. "I am not stiff." His hands slide to your waist under the water, his thumbs pressing into your hips more than you know he needs to.
"Yeah? Show me," he smirks, moving behind you now, his hold tightening on your hips. "Float, baby. Trust the water."
You let your shoulders loosen like he said, leaning your head back slowly until the water laps against your ears, muffling the world around you before his voice brings you back to him. "Breathe," he murmurs, his hands resting just barely underneath your waist now. "Let yourself float."
Your hips naturally lift toward the surface, eyes closing as you try to relax more as you start to float. His hand moves under the water, grazing just over your ass as he pretends to help hold you up, but you know what he's doing. He leans down closer to you, water dripping from his body to yours.
"Open those legs for me more," he says it so casually, yet you can feel the smirk in his voice, and you bite your lip, a warm flush spreading through your cheeks.
"Jooheon—" you scold.
"What?" he asks nonchalantly, leaning back. "You're not balanced like that. You'll sink if you're too tight."
You huff out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh. "Too tight, huh?" You peek one eye open at him just enough to catch that innocent look that's on his face, and your legs instinctively press together. "That's weird," you murmur teasingly. "That never seemed to bother you before."
He snorts before he can stop himself. The shift of his weight is all it takes, and just like karma was wanting to prove him right, your body tilts, hips dipping into the water, and you go under before you can stop it. You feel his hands clamp down around your waist, pulling you back up just as quickly as the whole thing happened.
You're both laughing now, water running down your face as he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you. "See? You have to relax," He wiggles his eyebrows, still laughing amusingly. "With your legs open."
You shake your head fondly as your hands settle on his shoulders, the two of you starting to drift together now. "You know," you say teasingly as your legs wrap around his waist. "You're not being a very professional teacher right now, Honey."
He chuckles, the sound traveling through his chest into yours. "Baby," he murmurs low. "I don't think I ever claimed to be a professional, did I?"
A slow smirk spreads across your face, and his hands tighten slightly at your hips as the water settles quietly around you. Your gaze drops to his lips. The playful look in his eyes softens just a touch, deepening. And then he leans in, kissing you soft and slow, like he's been waiting for a moment to do that all night.
The kiss is gentle yet steady, the kind that you've shared a hundred times before. His lips move slowly against yours, unhurried, like there's absolutely nowhere else he needs to be, and this time, you know it's actually true, and he means it.
He pulls you more flush against his bare chest just as the kiss deepens, your fingers starting to tangle in his wet hair as he holds you there with him. And that's when you feel him, undeniable and persistent, nudging against you beneath the water.
You bite your lip, pushing down on him instinctively, and he sucks in a breath against your mouth as the kiss turns more passionate and needier, losing its rhythm. His hands slide lower, holding you tighter as the water gently splashes around you. At the same time, he pushes up against you, pressing right where he intended to, like he's completely forgotten where you both are.
There's a quick sound of the door opening in the distance, and laughter bursts into the space before closing out again. Neither of you pulls apart immediately. His mouth stays on your lips for another second, until you bring your hands up to cup his face, stroking it gently as you finally break apart.
"Joo—we can't," you say softly, even though you don't make any effort to move away. "I mean, not here..." You gesture subtly around you, the water stilling now.
His forehead stays pressed to yours, mouth brushing your lips again. He grabs your chin with his fingers, one corner of his mouth curving upward. "Why not, baby?" he murmurs, tilting your chin to meet his eyes. "You scared again?"
You give him a look that's supposed to be straight scolding for the audacity of what he's implying, but the way your lips twitch at the corners betrays you anyway. "You're insane, you know that, right?" You laugh, biting your lip as your eyes flick past his shoulder toward the soft lights inside the penthouse, thinking.
His grip tightens under your thighs, and you can feel the evidence of just how serious he's being still pressed hard against you. "They're all right inside," you say, voice lowered. "If someone walks out here..."
He doesn't even glance toward the house and somehow that makes you want him more. "They're all busy," he shrugs, his nose brushing yours. His hands slide up your sides, goosebumps traveling up the exposed part of your arms. "If you want to go inside, we can."
You look back at the house one more time. The music's still playing softly. Someone laughs, glasses clink. Your eyes come back to him, his skin glistening in the moonlight, the way the water droplets slide down from the damp strands of his hair... the way his eyes are locked on you like you're something he wants to devour and cherish all in one breath... suddenly nothing else matters anymore to you.
Your arms wrap around his neck like you have no intention of letting go anymore, and you kiss him again, more deeply this time, deliberate. Your mouth parts slightly when you hear his groan in response, and he takes advantage, sliding his tongue inside and tangling with yours.
He adjusts his stance to support you better, now standing on the pool floor and taking a few steps without breaking the kiss. You gasp quietly when your back touches the pool wall, his grip on you tightening under the water. The water makes everything feel weightless yet somehow more intense, making the way he rocks into you both incredible and torturous at the same time. You whimper against his lips, arms squeezing around his neck.
"Joo—" you breathe as the kiss breaks, his lips moving over to your cheek, down to your jawline. "This is— ohh—" Your mouth falls open as his lips suck at your neck for a moment, making your breath catch. "This is crazy."
But you don't let go.
He hums against your neck as he lingers there, your hand gripping in his hair. His mouth finds yours again, his breathing turning rougher, restraint giving way to need. One of his hands slips lower beneath the water, easing his trunks down in slow, intentional movements.
Your hands move to his shoulders as you feel him tug your bottoms to the side next, gasping as his fingers brush over your center, the feeling softened by the cool water. His movements are slower than usual, like he's taking the time to learn how your body responds to him here, always watching, checking. The muted sensation only makes you more aware of him, and you find your hips still chase after the pressure, needing more. Always more.
"Jooheon—please," you whisper, voice shaky. "I need you."
He nods, kissing your forehead, "I know," he says as he reaches between you, guiding his cock to where you need him. "I've got you." Then he's pushing in, his mouth falling open as he slows, adjusting to the slight resistance.
"Shit— this is..." he grunts with a slow exhale.
You let out an amused breath, nodding because you feel it too, different but no less intense as he settles fully inside you beneath the water. For a second, neither of you moves. His forehead presses into yours, your legs locked tight around his waist. He adjusts his grip slightly, and then he starts to move, slow and deliberate at first, like he's finding the perfect pace.
He spins you so that his back is against the pool wall, the water splashing lightly around you. His hips grind into you deeper now that he's more stable, the feeling heavier, the sensation of him filling you almost too much at once.
"Joo—" you gasp, breath faltering. "Slow—"
He stills quickly, huffing a quiet laugh against your neck. "I know," he breathes, exhaling low. He looks up over your head, towards the shallow steps at the edge of the pool. "Hold on."
He pulls out of you, gently lowering you into the water until your feet touch the bottom. You wobble at first, your legs shaky, and he catches you, steadying you with a quiet smirk of satisfaction. "Come over here," he nods to the steps. "It'll be easier."
You nod, letting him guide you through the water, his hand firm on the small of your back. When you reach the shallow steps, he moves behind you. The coldness of the night air is soon replaced by his warmth when his arms slide around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
You can still feel him hard against your ass as his mouth finds your neck, lips trailing a slow path up to the shell of your ear. "This better?" he murmurs, his voice almost soothing despite the heat still rushing through you.
You fall back into him, eyes closing, your head resting on his shoulder. "Yes," you breathe, your body already reacting to him more now that you're not submerged in the water.
"Good," he says, as he catches your earlobe between his teeth, earning a soft gasp from you. He guides you further, leaning you down over the next step up, where the water just barely covers your thighs now. "Ready for more, baby?"
You bite your lip, nodding as you push back into him, needing him again despite being more exposed in this position now. He slides your bottoms to the side once more, and before you can think about anything else, he's filling you again in one smooth, slow thrust that pulls a soft breath from your lips.
"Oh, fuck—" you moan, your hands bracing yourself on the edge of the pool. Your breath catches at the new angle. It's deeper like this, but so much better, sliding into you more easily now.
"God, you feel perfect," he grits out, his thumbs digging into your hips as he holds you steady while he moves. "Always so fucking perfect for me."
He sets a slow rhythm, each stroke dragging over you deliberately, and sending pleasure rushing through your veins. The water splashes around you with every movement, the sound far louder than it should be for what you're doing right now, but all that leaves your mouth are breathless gasps and soft whimpers.
"Fuck, y/n—" he breathes, his rhythm faltering ever so slightly for a second before he thrusts into you harder, another splash of water clapping around you way too loudly, but he doesn't stop.
"Baby—" you gasp, but the words get stuck in your throat as he grabs your arm, pulling your back flush against him again. His arms wrap around your stomach, holding you against him while he moves inside you with those deep strokes of pure heaven, sending you closer and closer to the edge.
"That's it, baby," he murmurs into your ear, breathing ragged, "god, you're so beautiful like this. Let me feel you. Don't you hold back."
But then, you hear the sound of the door to the penthouse slide open and this time a voice calls out.
"Hey, Jooheon!"
You both freeze. His hands are still holding you against him. His cock is still throbbing inside you. Neither of you says a word yet.
"Food's here!"
You look up at him, trying to silently figure out what to do when his lips curve and his hip starts moving again. Slow and deep. Purposeful.
Your mouth falls open, and his hand comes to cover it before he calls back out calmly. "Alright, cool!"
He smirks as he continues to fuck you like it's no big deal, eyes never leaving yours the whole time. His hand’s still over your mouth as he picks his pace up and calls back out casually. "We'll be there in 5!"
You hear the door shut, and you let a breathless, disbelieving laugh when he uncovers your mouth. But you can't linger on it for too long, because he's hitting that perfect spot, and you can't hold it back anymore. "Jooheon—" you whimper softly, leaning forward again over the pool's edge, "I'm— fuck. I'm gonna—"
He grips your hips, pushing you back into him hard, stealing the last of the words from your throat. "Let go, baby," he murmurs, voice full of barely controlled restraint. "Wanna feel you squeeze my cock."
And you do. You bite your lip to stop the cry you want to let out as your orgasm rips through you, squeezing him just like he wanted. He groans roughly, the sound rumbling through his chest as his hips lose their pace, following you over the edge.
He stays buried inside you, his forehead pressed against your shoulder blades as you both breathe hard, coming down from the high. The water settles gently around you, almost like it's washing away everything you both just did, and the obscenity of the moment pulls another soft laugh out of you.
"What was that about me being scared again?" you ask, lifting your head gently to look back at him.
He lets out a quiet laugh, easing out of you slowly and sitting back against the shallow step himself. "Guess I misjudged my student," he says before a smug smile spreads across his face as he pulls you into his lap. "Swim class must've worked after all."
You roll your eyes fondly, shaking your head before leaning in, kissing him more softly now. "I love you," you murmur against his lips.
He kisses you again, slow and savoring. "Love you more."
The night breeze has picked up a little, the cool air causing goosebumps to rise along your damp skin. He notices immediately, pushing up from the step and reaching for your hand. "C'mon," he murmurs softly. "Let's get you inside and warm, baby."
He helps you up the remaining steps, grabbing a towel from a nearby chair, and drapes it around your shoulders. He presses a gentle kiss to your temple before he starts to guide you to the door, the sound of dishes clinking from the house filling your ears.
"Food's probably gone cold by now," he says.
You glance back once at the pool, the water completely calm, as if nothing happened, the skyline glowing against the dark sky. You look back at him, a slow smile spreading over your face.
"Worth it," you shrug softly.
He smiles too, dimples deep.
"Always worth it with you, baby."
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Thank you so much for reading! I had a lot of fun playing around with this rooftop pool setting for this one, inspired by a certain someone's shirtless pool photo he posted the other day hehe.
I've been wanting to start writing more imagines for other MX members instead of just Honey (but clearly I'm failing bc my 3 WIPs are all him rn lmao), so if you have someone you've been wanting to read, please let me know!! <3
