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.”
you expected to be stuffing your mouth with food not jooheons cock, inside of the bathroom with your entire family roaming around. you both ended up slipping off together after the intimate glances and dirty text messages, this wasn't a good idea but the outcome was.
you couldn't help but be distracted by the rock hard bulge in his pants, casually pulling it out, stroking him watching the precum fall onto your fingers. he took in a deep breath once you started bobbing your head back and forth along his shaft. his hand gripped the edge of the sink, as he's been waiting for hours to get you alone, he could literally bust any second. the lipstick that you chose to wear was now smeared along your face, fingers, and his lower half.
his low deep grunts and moans filled the bathroom every time you hummed against him, your spit starting to drip down his leg. he grabbed a fistful of your hair beginning to fuck your face. both of your hands grabbed each side of his legs as his tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, tears filling your eyes as you gag around him. “you fucking slut” he whispered, the puddle between your legs grew more and more, as the degrading words spill from his lips. as much as you struggled for air, you just wanted to make him feel good. you looked up to see his head thrown back and his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
"im gonna c-" his words were cut off by a knock at the door.. multiple knocks. "who's in there, I have to pee!" you both stopped in your tracks looking at each other, knowing that if you opened that door you're done.
omg that reaction was so cute could you do more husband! mx reactions when you have time in the future 🥹 god bless whoever requested that my heart is so fullll
Husband!Monsta X Scenarios (requested)
Genre: establish relationship
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2k
Masterlist
Shownu:
The clock hit midnight the second the front door clicked shut. As if his body knew, the exhaustion no longer hit in waves, but this time it was full force and at an ugly rate. He knew it was only a matter of time before he crashed.
His shoes were off in seconds, joining the rest of the shoes that were lined up. His next quest was to go to the bedroom for some much needed rest. The moment the living room was in view, his eyes found his wife’s sleeping figure.
The blanket was halfway to the floor and the pillow she had laid her head on was about to follow suit. His smile was sleepy as he took no longer than a second to reach her.
He knew the mess on the coffee table was a quick fix, but wanting to go to bed and have his wife with him seemed like a better priority. Fixing the pillow so her head was now underneath it, his next move was to squeeze on the couch with her, hoping to get a good night's rest.
“Hyunwoo?” His wife’s voice was soft as it met the silent air. He felt her move around in his arms, seemingly confused as she tried to wake up and adjust to everything.
“I’m here, you can rest now.” Hyunwoo’s voice was soft as he whispered to his wife. One eye was propped open to see her faint moonlit smile, prompting him to smile as well.
“Do you want to move to the bed? It might be more comfortable."
Though her offer seemed tempting, Hyunwoo knew that he had picked his poison the moment he laid on the couch with her.
“No, let’s have a sleepover out here.”
Minhyuk:
Rather than being greeted with a kiss and a “Welcome home, love”, Y/N was greeted with the strong smell of fresh paint and the humming of her lover, Minhyuk.
Her brows raised in slight confusion the more she inched into their new home. The once beautiful spruce wooden floor was now covered in a clear tarp that seemed to fall victim to the wet paint.
Y/N knew the song Minhyuk was humming. A catchy American oldy by Elvis. Even though their wedding was fresh, Y/N noticed how Minhyuk held onto every little detail from the wedding as long as possible. The song, “Can’t Help Falling in Love” was the song they chose to have their first dance together to, and if Minhyuk didn’t cry when he first saw her walking down the aisle, he certainly did when they had their first dance.
“I thought you were going to wait for me.” She felt bad for laughing the moment Minhyuk jumped in fear. Wild eyes met her own, his frown was soon replaced with a joyous smile.
“You can still join.” Minhyuk’s eyes held a spark of hope as he spoke, “I didn’t get much done, anyways.”
Moving deeper into the apartment, Minhyuk’s free hand was immediately held out for her own, desperately wanting her touch. Her fingers met his and he pulled her close, his lips meeting her cheek without a second thought.
“You know, I don’t think I would’ve done this with anyone else.” Minhyuk’s sentence caused her to raise a brow, her attention now fully on him.
“I sure fucking hope not, Lee Minhyuk.”
Kihyun:
It was the smell of earthy warmth - nutty, rich, with a hint of sour components and the same heaviness - that woke Y/N up from her deep sleep. Sitting up, she blinked against the harsh morning light, trying to think of what was being made.
Coffee.
Sitting up, her eyes glanced around the room, then drifted down to her lap. She noticed almost right away the lack of clothing. A soft blush formed on her face as the memories of last night came crashing down. The night was still fresh on her mind. A new home to make many memories in.
She stood up, quickly noticing how the cool air ate away at her skin. Looking around the room, her eyes landed on a stray white button-up shirt throwing it on as she ventured outside for the first time that morning.
The smell of coffee had her hooked as she made her way out of the room and down the hall. The new apartment felt almost foreign to her. Each inch of the apartment waiting to be a part of a new story.
“There you are.” Her voice was soft as she padded her way closer to him. “And he cooks? I think I married well.”
His chuckle was light as he heard her joking tone. Turning to glance at her, he shot her his own sleepy morning smile. Placing a quick peck on his cheek, she turned her attention to her awaiting coffee cup, the steam telling her it was just made.
“Good morning to you, as well. Breakfast will be done soon.” Kihyun hummed as she glanced at him. His smile was never fading even for this time of morning. “Your mom swung by earlier.”
This caused her to turn to him with a raised brow. It hadn’t been long since they returned from Jeju island and her mother was already coming around?
“What did she want?”
“She made us the cookies we like so much.”
This caused Y/N to slightly roll her eyes. She knew her mother a bit too well, and whether Kihyun was turning a blind eye to her mother's actions or not, she wouldn’t know.
“The cookies you like, Kihyun. You have my mother wrapped around your finger. I swear I don’t know how you exactly do it.”
“Does it matter as long as I do it for you?”
“I guess you make a good point.”
Hyungwon:
The bright smile Y/N held was undeniably adorable. Like a kid on Christmas morning, the smile lit up her eyes and he watched her look over the almost crowded hotel room. Her mouth was parted slightly in a mix of shock and happiness.
It had taken him almost four hours to make something as simple as a blanket fort.
Four hours of hoping she would be distracted long enough that he could fulfill this unspoken promise to her, so she could relive such a massive childhood event. He watched as she turned to him in excitement, her mouth opening and closing as she wasn’t sure of what to say.
“Hyungwon…” She finally spoke, tears brimming her eyes as she took another look at the pillow fort. “Did you do this?”
Hyungwon’s proud smile was massive as he nodded. He wasn’t going to deny he put so much effort into this for her.
“Go look inside.”
Listening to his words, she moved towards the parted blanket, glancing inside. Hyungwon watched as she looked around, her smile never leaving, even as her eyes fell on the pile of snacks right next to his dimmed laptop.
He was thrown off guard the second she threw her body at him, the both of them falling on the carpeted ground.
“I don’t deserve you.” She whispered, holding him close.
“Anything for my beautiful wife. We’ll ditch our dinner reservations for some pizza and soda. How’s that?”
“God, you read my mind.”
Jooheon:
“I understand that, but can’t we move the meeting until next Wednesday? I just got home from my honeymoon and I feel like jumping into meetings is just too much.”
The bubbling frustration mixed with her words well. It wasn’t even a day of being home before she was hounded with news of upcoming meetings and proposals. Her eyes found her lover's, who sat on the couch watching her where she stood.
The words of her assistant pulled her back to reality. Turning her attention away from her curious husband, her focus was now on the call. Just for a moment, she just wished someone could understand her situation.
It was just too soon.
Before the frustration became too much, a pair of arms that wrapped around her body were her saving grace. Glancing over at her other half, she watched as he placed his head on her shoulder.
“Is everything ok?” He whispered softly as his fingers softly massaged her skin.
“Work.” She whispered, trying to pay attention to her assistant.
At her answer, Jooheon’s face scrunched up in disappointment. His eyes snapped towards her phone and before she knew it her phone was in his hands.
“I think you should listen to her. We just got back from our honeymoon and she’s exhausted. Tomorrow is too soon for her to be worried about meetings. That’s all.”
Her eyes were wide as she watched him hang up with a triumphant smile. Turning to her with his dimpled smile forced a smile of her own.
“You didn’t need to do that, Joo…”
“I did,” He spoke, his arms reaching out to pull her close. “We just got back from the first seven days of the rest of our lives. Work can wait for another two.”
Changkyun:
It was roughly nine in the morning when the birds outside woke Changkyun up with their morning song. Turning on his side, Changkyun’s breath was caught in his throat at the sight of his wife. The morning sun allowed enough light to peek through the semi-parted curtains and onto her sleeping form.
The distance between their bodies was next to nothing, but he didn’t care. A smile slowly grew on his face as he reached out to brush the stray strands of hair from her face. Almost unbothered by such actions, he watched as his wife slowly smiled in her sleep.
Just two weeks ago, she gave him her love for the rest of their lives. Just one week ago, he was mesmerized by her smile while they walked around her dream vacation. Just this morning, he was taken aback by her beauty.
His fingers stilled at her slight movement, his breath once again caught in his throat, fearing that he had woken her up.
“Good morning, Mr. Im.” Her voice was soft as her e/c eyes finally opened to meet his own. She was greeted with his soft, love-filled smile.
“Good morning, Mrs. Im. I… I hope I didn’t wake you.”
Her answer was a tired head shake. He watched as she snuggled deeper into the white fluffy pillow, her tired smile never fading, “You didn’t wake me, baby. Your soft touch would’ve kept me in my sleep if I wasn’t so excited to spend another day with you.”
Wonho:
Hoseok remembered the first time he met Y/N. It was cliché. A simple accidental bump in and her apologizing profusely for such an accident. What surprised him the most was how she didn’t recognize him. To her he was a simple man amongst the sea of others.
He remembered how fast his heart raced as she gave him a smile. How he couldn’t allow her to leave in fear he’d never see her again. So, with a huff of courage, he asked for her number. He remembered how surprised she was, but regardless she gave it to him.
He remembered the courage he had built up for their first date. How well their first date went. He could remember each detail perfectly. How beautiful she looked under the moonlight and how her attention was simply on his.
Five beautiful years and he finally had the courage to ask her to be his wife.
He remembers each detail about their wedding night. How he didn’t care how stupid he looked if he cried as she walked down the isle. How her beauty was incomparable to anyone he has ever met. How she was his.
“I’m so happy with you, Mrs. Lee.” Hoseok whispered the moment he was able to wrap his arms around his wife.
Her giggles were like music to his ears. His favorite song in all of the world.
Synopses: A trip to see Monsta X in concert turns out to be so much more than expected.
Word Count: 10.9K
Playlist: https://youtu.be/3aSeACXczwY
“I’m gonna go down to the gym for a bit,” I announce as I step out of the bathroom. “Wanna come?”
Draping a towel over my shoulders, I face my cousin, who is lying on the bed still snuggled beneath the comforter, a Kindle blocking her face from view.
Peaking over the device, her lips turn down, “Meh, no thanks.”
I let out a chuff in amusement even as I grab my phone and room key.
“Welp, I’ll be down there for an hour or two if you change your mind.”
“Mhmm…”
I chuckle to myself, quite certain she didn’t actually hear what I said. She is already lost in whatever book she is currently reading. We’d driven down together to attend the long-awaited Monsta X concert. We had held on to our excitement until we arrived, the worry that it would be postponed, yet again, nagging at the back of our minds. All that pent-up anxiousness needed an outlet, and the gym would be the perfect place for me to get rid of some of it.
The event was tonight, but 7:30 seemed so far away, it only being 9 am. There was no way I could wait. Taking the elevator down to the first floor, it’s not long before I’m swiping my card against the black reader and stepping into the hotel’s gym. Thankfully it’s empty, and some of the tension in my shoulders loosens up. I make my way straight for the treadmill, popping in my earbuds as I begin to play an audiobook.
An hour later, I’m just about to step off of the treadmill and move on to work out my arms when I hear the door click shut. Dabbing at the sweat on my face, I remove the earbuds and decide to leave instead. Looking up as I pick up my phone and room key to at least offer a smile to the incomer, I freeze for the briefest of moments as my eyes make contact with the person.
It’s freaking Jooheon!
He smiles back but frowns as I pass by him quickly, ducking my head as I make my way towards the exit. There is no way I am staying in there…alone…with him. Nope. Screw arms today!
“가지마 (Gajima-Don’t go).” He doesn’t say it loud, but it’s enough that I can still hear him. It’s almost as if he is testing me. Maybe to see if I would respond or keep going? Either way, it doesn’t matter. Just hearing his voice has me instantly stopping and turning to face him. “You understood me?” he asks, surprised. “You know Korean?”
I shake my head, my heart beating so loud he sounds a bit muffled to my ears. “No. I can’t speak it fluently, but I do know some words.” Then, tilting my chin towards him, I add, ”That one word you said is one of them.”
He smiles sweetly, his eyes turning to little slits as he waves me over.
“So you will stay? We can work out together.”
“Uhm, are you sure?” I ask even as I look around, wondering if I’m being pranked.
“Yes, come on. I’m Jooheon,” he reaches his hand out.
“I kn-” I stop myself, wanting to give him the opportunity to have a normal interaction. Instead, I slip my hand into his, and he shakes it gently. ”I’m Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you,” he grins happily.
“Nice to meet you,” I chortle, then clear my throat. “I’m glad you asked me to stay. I kinda wanted to do arms anyway.”
“Ok!” he says, jubilantly clapping his hands loudly together. “I spot you; you spot me.”
I can’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm.
“You can spot me, but there is no way I’ll be able to help you if one of those bars comes down on your throat.”
He just laughs, “We won’t be using barbells.”
“Oh,” I say quietly as my cheeks warm.
He hands me a set of dumbells, and we start, going through various arm exercises that he guides us through. By the third rep, he’s standing behind me, tapping my shoulders lightly.
“Don’t bring them to your ears. Just relax.”
I nod my head, “Got it.”
We continue on, working through various dumbbell arm exercises. I take every tip and suggestion he provides, and I’m grateful the workout has my face flushed because every word of encouragement and praise he throws my way has me overheating.
Forty minutes pass when the repetitions become more difficult to complete. I push through the burn, wondering if my heavy breathing is from the exertion or his proximity as I begin to struggle. I grit my teeth, my arms trembling through the last few v-raises as they become much too difficult to execute.
“You got it,” he cheers me on. “You're doing so good.”
“I can’t,” I groan, wanting to drop the equipment but hating to disappoint him.
“Yes, you can,” he urges as he sets his own weights down. “Let me help you a little bit.”
Jooheon steps behind me, his body so close I can actually feel the heat radiating from him. His arms extend, and I watch through the mirror as the palms of his hands glide across my skin before gently pressing up at my elbows. His breath blows across my ear, and I have to bite down on my lower lip to suppress a sigh and a shiver. Swallowing thickly, my eyes shut in order to block out the image of us in the mirror.
“OK,” I say more to myself as I try to clear my head.
“Don’t forget to breathe.”
My eyes open, and he smirks at me through the mirror as if he knows the very inappropriate thoughts that are running through my mind.
“Right,” I nod, unable to think of anything else to say, and my face reddens even more as I try to look anywhere but at our reflections.
We lift together, his hands just barely touching me now as I focus on raising my arms without his help. We get through five before he takes the dumbbells from me.
“Good work,” he beams proudly as he puts the weights away. “I have to go now,” he informs me after glancing at his watch. “I have a concert tonight.”
“Yeah, I know,” I smile. “I’ll be there.”
“Really?” The smile he throws my way is so pleased; his eyes have disappeared into little slits again. “What seats do you have?” I tell him, and he tsks. “Let me get you something closer. I’ll leave a ticket for you at the box, ok?”
“You don’t have to,” I try and decline, not wanting him to think I want to take advantage of him.
“Let me, ok?” he insists with a pout. He looks around and grabs a brochure and pen that were near the door. “Put your first and last name here and phone number.”
“I’m here with my cousin….”
“There’s no problem. I’ll leave two tickets.”
I take the brochure and pen and find a spot where I can write my name and phone number.
“Here you go.”
Taking it back, Jooheon asks, “Do you want to come up and have dinner with me after the concert?”
Taken aback, I try to push down the panic and excitement as I battle within myself, wanting to say hell the fuck yes vs. I really really shouldn’t.
I mumble, “Mmm, I don’t know….”
“ I promise to be perfect gentleman.”
The glint in his eyes is telling me the opposite, and I smirk cocking an eyebrow at him, not hiding the fact that I don’t believe him. He shrugs and winks.
“Ok. Fine,” I find myself saying, a nervous flutter tickling my stomach.
“OK,” he repeats with a grin. “I’ll see you at the concert and then after.”
“Yes.”
He slips on a face mask. Then, placing a hat over his sweaty locks, he draws the bill down low and walks me out the doors.
“Thanks for the workout,” he murmurs through the face mask as he stops outside the gym.
“Anytime,” I shrug with a smile
“I’m going this way. Bye-bye.”
“Bye.”
I walk in the opposite direction, a dazed smile on my face. By the time I step into my room, I’m wondering if the interaction has all been just a daydream. My cousin stretches drowsily in the bed but then sits up straight as her gaze lands on me.
“What happened?”
I plop down into the desk chair and wheel around to face her, my eyes still wide.
“You are never going to believe this,” I shake my head. “I’m still not sure that I even believe it myself, to be honest.”
“What is it?” she insists, pulling back the covers to let her feet plant firmly on the carpeted floor. “You’re making me nervous.”
“Guess who I saw at the gym?”
She eyes me warily even as she offers “Monsta X” with a snicker.
I cock an eyebrow at her, and she stills.
“You saw Monsta X in the gym?!”
“Not all of them, just Jooheon.”
“Jooheon?!” she nearly screeches. “As in your ultimate bias?”
I can’t help but grin now as I nod and tell her everything that happened. Suddenly my heart falls heavily into my stomach.
“I just realized he didn’t tell me his room number! How am I going to meet up with him after the concert?”
“Don’t freak out. You said you gave him your number, so maybe he’s going to call you. On the other hand, he’s probably just trying to play it safe,” she points out. “You just met, so it’s not like he can fully trust you.”
“That’s true,” I allow.
“Now, go take a shower and get yourself a nap. I have a feeling this is going to be a loooong night for you,” she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at me.
“Stop,” I whine.
“I’m just sayin’,” she shrugs. “Your boy deserves the Gluck Gluck 3000, so Imma need you to deliver.”
“Oh my God,” I groan with a huff.
I shove her playfully, my face flushing pink at the insinuations. She falls onto the bed, clutching at her belly as she cackles boisterously. Her laughter is still audible even after I close the bathroom door behind me.
“That was amazing!” my cousin sighs blissfully beside me as we make our way to the car.
I hum in agreement, my heart still racing from the experience of the hi-wave and the send-off.
“It sure was.”
“Your boy really had a hard time keeping his eyes away from you,” she bumps me playfully. I could only giggle because she was right. “That one time he crouched down next to us?” She shakes her head. “I have no idea how you are still alive right now.”
“I’m not,” I clutch at my chest. “This is my ghost you’ve been talking to since this morning, actually.”
“Well, you better get back into your body, girl,” she chuckles as we approach the vehicle. “Joohoney is going to need you alive and well.”
We both burst into laughter as we get into the car. While she drives off, I rummage through the totes we were given when we arrived at the venue.
“That was really nice of him to leave us gifts,” I murmur as I dig through the beanie, shirt, and baseball cap until I reach what I’m searching for. I take out the photocards and look at them again. “Having the guys autograph the PC’s, too? He really didn’t have to do that.”
“Yeah. That was super sweet. I know I’m not alone in thinking we would have been just as happy with only the tickets,” she smiles, genuinely touched by the gesture.
“No, I agree, for sure.”
The ride back was quick, the hotel only being ten minutes from the venue. I take a quick shower, and it’s not long after that I’m standing in front of the full-length mirror eyeing myself, disappointed sighs slipping past my lips as I turn this way and that. I am not satisfied no matter which angle I present to the mirror.
It’s not like I had actually planned on meeting any of the members of Monsta X, so I hadn’t brought anything fancy to wear. In fact, I was dressed the complete opposite of fancy. I was extremely casual in a pair of dark blue regular fit jeans, the flesh of my thighs and knees peeking through the random rips on the material. My top was simple, an olive green v-neck t-shirt that I tried to dress up with the same jewelry I had worn to the concert: a silver necklace with a bee charm that dangles delicately just above my cleavage, the Jooheon version of the TTG bracelet on my right wrist.
“He already saw you sweaty and in workout clothes,” my cousin tsks at me. “Stop bashing yourself. You look great.”
“Ugh,” I groan in exasperation. “Did you see how some Monbebe were dressed? They were gorgeous. How can I compete with that? That’s probably why he hasn’t called. He took one good look at me at the hi-wave and was like, ‘nah’.”
My cousin tugs me to the bed, and we both fall back onto it.
“You need to get those negative thoughts out of your head,” she commands firmly. “He gave you better seats; he gave you a swag bag,” she counts off on her fingers. Then looking at me, she adds, “He asked you to eat with him…while you were both funky from working out. He’s gonna call.”
I meet her gaze and see assurance staring back at me. I try and fight back a smile but fail miserably.
“Well, when you put it like-”
An instrumental version of “Magnetic” cuts me off and we both gasp, shooting up off of the bed.
“Oh shit!” my cousin exclaims. “Pick it up! Hurry.”
“What if it’s not him?” I fret as I snatch up my phone. “It says ‘Unknown Caller’.”
“Really?” my cousin deadpans. “Who else would be calling damn near midnight?”
I chuckle sheepishly and swipe my finger across the screen to accept the call.
“Hello?” I answer as nonchalantly as possible.
“Hello. Is this Y/N Y/LN?
“Yes. It is. Who am I speaking with?”
I look up to see my cousin grinning across from me as the unfamiliar voice comes through the speaker of my cellphone.
“My name is Alex with the Monsta X US security team. I’m calling on behalf of Jooheon. If you are still interested in accepting the invitation, he extended to you, then please meet me at the elevator lobby of the 8th floor.”
“Yeah,” I nod dumbly. “Yes. I’m still interested. I’m just a few floors down, so I’ll be up in a minute.”
“Ok. I’ll see you then.”
The call disconnects, and I grab my cousin’s hands and squeal in a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She laughs and pulls me in for a hug.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” she grins. “And whatever they make you sign, just know that shit don’t apply to me, right? I need every little detail from the moment you walk into his room to the moment you leave. Got that?”
I giggle as she walks me to the door, “Oh, for sure.”
“Ok, here’s your key card, and you have your phone.” Hands on my shoulders, her eyes lock onto mine as her tone becomes serious. “If you become uncomfortable, or shit goes sideways, you call me. I don’t give a fuck what time it is. I took my shit off Do Not Disturb just for you, bitch.”
I smile fondly at her, “Well, I guess you really do love me. You don’t take your phone off Do not Disturb for no one.”
“You got that right.”
“But seriously, yes. I will call you if anything goes wrong.”
Giving me another hug, she opens the door for me.
“Now go have fun,” she winks as she wiggles her fingers at me.
I can only laugh as I step out into the hall and make my way to the elevators. Inside, I swipe the card, press the eight, and watch as it lights up. I feel my heart begin to beat unnaturally fast as butterflies flutter furiously in my belly. I’m so focused on breathing to relax that I jump when the elevator pings and the doors open. So much for calming my heart rate.
Waiting a few steps away from the doors is a man dressed in all black, possibly in his later 20s or early 30s. He motions with his hand for me to approach him. I step off of the elevator and hear the doors close softly behind me.
“You’re name?” he asks, and I answer automatically as I look around. There was no one else in this area. “ID, please.” I frown but open my phone case to provide him a view of my driver’s license. He nods, and I close the case. “I’m Alex. We’re just going to move over to the hallway. I have a form I need you to fill out. Do you know what an NDA is?” I nod. “Great. I just need you to read over it. If you agree with the terms, just sign the bottom, and you are good to go.”
“Ok,” I reply meekly.
As we come out of the lobby, we make a right into the hallway, where there is a table. Another man is sitting there, and he passes Alex a clipboard with a sheet of paper and a pen. I glance passed them to see a young woman in a pink halter top that exposes her toned abdomen. The matching mini circle skirt reveals a pair of long shapely legs. The white platform shoes she wears accentuate her lovely calves. She is absolutely gorgeous, and I can’t help but feel insecure about how I look compared to her.
I watch as the door she’s in front of opens, and the smile on her face widens as she steps in. Whoever answers speaks too softly for me to make out which member she was there to see.
“Here you go,” Alex draws my attention back to him as he hands me the clipboard.
I smile weakly at him, “Thanks.”
Looking down at the sheets in front of me, I swallow thickly as I skim over the words. I would not be able to post about the encounter on social media. I would not be permitted to post pictures taken during my time with Jooheon. If I violated the terms of the agreement, I would be fined. Depending on the extent of the information released, I could also be sued. I had no plans on blabbing about my time with Jooheon…except with my cousin. No one would believe me anyway. Signing at the bottom, I return the clipboard to Alex.
“Thanks,” he smiles down at me as he passes it to the other person. “Come on.” I follow quietly behind him, my palms beginning to grow clammy. “You can keep your cellphone, but keep in mind what you just signed. Anything that happens once you are with the artist cannot be shared in any form on social media. You cannot speak to journalists or the news. Got it?”
I nod, “Got it.”
“Ok, go ahead and knock,” he instructs. “Have a good night.”
“Thanks. You, too,” I reply as he begins to walk away.
Taking a deep breath, I bring my hand up to rap my knuckles against the door. I catch sight of my watch lighting up with 00:00 just as the door opens. I feel my entire body shut down as Jooheon comes into my line of vision. When I see that he is dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black and white striped tank top, not something fancy, my body restarts, and I offer him a bashful smile.
“Come in,” he smiles back as he widens the door. “The food’s already here. Is that ok?” I look over at the coffee table in the center of the room to find it loaded with various containers of food, two shot glasses, and several bottles of soju chilling in a bucket of ice. “I was missing home, so the staff sent up Korean food.”
“I like Korean,” I nod as he draws me in closer to the food after closing and locking the door behind us. “Oh, uhm, my shoes,” I pause before going any further.
“You can leave them by the door, or you can keep them on if you want.”
I glance over my shoulder to see his shoes by the door, so I go back to leave mine right next to his.
“So what exactly do we have?” I ask as he guides me to sit on the carpeted floor.
He hands me a pair of chopsticks and then begins to open everything, naming the different dishes as he goes.
“This is tteokbokki, and this is mandu. Here is tonkatsu. I also have bap, uh rice, and salad.”
He smiles at me, and I glance over everything, looking for a plate of my own. Not finding one, I look back up at Jooheon.
“Uhm…is there a plate…”
He chuckles endearingly at me, a small hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes.
“No, no. We share food. We eat together from same plates.”
Right. Here’s to hoping I don’t make a mess in front of the one person I admire so much.
“OK,” I look down at everything nervously.
Jooheon grabs his phone and loads a slow R&B playlist, adjusting the volume down low before setting his phone on the table. At first, we ate quietly, letting the music fill the hushed space. I’m too focused on making sure I don’t drop anything I find I don’t feel awkward anymore. With the smooth, melodic tunes playing soothingly around us, it actually feels quite comfortable, and I let myself relax. It’s not so bad being close to him, so close our knees keep brushing against each other as we reach over for different assortments of food. No, it’s not so bad when I’m not looking directly at his face.
“It’s good, right?” Jooheon catches my attention just as I bring a thick piece of tteokbokki into my mouth.
“Mhmm,” I hum with a few nods as I try to chew through the gummy morsel enough to be able to swallow it down so I can offer a proper reply. Jooheon chuckles as I clear my throat. “Everything is so good. I skipped dinner, I’m surprised I didn’t pass out during the concert,” I admit. “But I’m glad I didn’t eat before because this is soo yummy, and I wouldn’t have had room for it.”
“Oh! Come, you have a little something….” Jooheon murmurs distractedly even as his hand reaches out towards my face. My eyes widen, and my breath catches in my throat as he palms my cheek. Just when I was starting to feel at ease, I groan internally. I feel the blood drain from my face as I wonder: Is it time? Is this his way of telling me he’s ready to…to… His eyes flick to mine, searching as he says, “You’re shaking. Are you cold?” I swallow thickly, my cheeks flushing slightly as heat creeps back up. I shake my head, and his brow wrinkles as he assures, “I’m not gonna hurt you, ya know?”
I nod, “I know.” Unable to take the intensity of his gaze any longer, I look down at my hands. Not liking that I caused him concern, I let out a shaky breath, admitting, “I just…I like you too much, so I’m just… I’m really nervous.”
Jooheon uses his index finger to lift my chin, gently forcing me to look back up at him. “But you don’t even know me.”
The slight smile he gives me deepens his dimples, but the gesture does not fool me. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and the ache in my heart at his tone tells of the weight the words carry. He’s right, though. I don’t know him. Not really. I see what he allows the world to see, the version of him the company portrays. But that’s just a part of him, not all.
His thumb wipes away whatever had been at the corner of my mouth, and I watch, entranced as he brings the digit to his mouth. My own lips fall slightly open when he begins to suck at his thumb, my breathing growing a smidge heavier. My thoughts stutter to a halt, and my tongue swipes slowly across my lips. Jooheon winks, removing his thumb and returning to eating as if nothing had just happened.
Meanwhile, my heart struggles to settle down, my core is throbbing, and my underwear is beginning to grow unpleasantly damp. The rice cakes I’d just been munching on seem unnaturally thick now as my throat grows dry. I reach over for a bottle of water. Twisting off the cap, the contents are nearly gone before I realize Jooheon is watching me with a bemused smile.
“What?” I awkwardly wipe the back of my hand across my moist lips.
He chuckles, and it does nothing to help my sudden unquenchable thirst.
“Nothing,” he shakes his head, a closed smile showing just how tickled he is with me. “Ready for some soju?”
Maybe that would help relax me.
“Yes.”
“Let’s go!”
I grab a piece of tonkatsu and watch him as he takes one of the green bottles from the ice bucket. First, he swirls the bottle around creating a little tornado inside. Next, Jooheon flips the bottle upside down and knocks the bottom with his elbow. As he brings it right-side up, he twists off the cap, and then, opening his index and middle finger, he jabs at the neck of the bottle, spilling a very small amount onto the table.
“Oh!” I exclaim, pleased by the display. “Fancy.”
“To Y/N, for coming to see Monsta X and cheering so loudly.”
I laugh as he serves me a shot, but as he moves to pour one for himself, I stop him.
“Let me.” Jooheon’s eyebrows rise, but he doesn’t stop me. “I might not know much about your culture, but I do know you’re not supposed to pour your own shot.”
“Ok, you know what’s up.” The impressed smile on his face makes my own widen.
I cup the bottle in both hands and pour him a shot. “To Jooheon, who worked so hard and always does his best to give us great music.”
“Aish, I’m honored, but none of that two-hands stuff, ok? We are friends, right?”
“Uh, yes?”
He sucks his teeth at me, pretending to be upset, and I can’t help but snicker. We both pick up our shot glasses, and he lifts his up towards me.
“Geonbae!”
“Geonbae!” I parrot.
I giggle as he clinks his glass with mine before we both throw back the shots. I suppress a shiver as the liquor slightly burns a warm path down to my stomach.
“Good?” Jooheon cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Real good,” I admit. “Another?”
“Ok!”
He pours me another shot, and I do the same for him. We swallow those up, and I can feel the liquor already easing my nerves. He says I don’t know him, but would it even be possible for me to change that? After tonight, would it even matter if I knew who he was besides Monsta X’s Joohoney? I decide that, even if it’s just for a few hours, it is worth knowing the man that’s sitting right next to me.
“So,” I speak up, using liquid courage. “How have you been?”
Jooheon looks up mid-bite, “Well, we’ve been real busy preparing for the concert. I’ve been working hard on perfecting my steps….”
“I’m sorry,” I stop him. “While it’s nice to know about your work, I’m not here to interview you. I don’t want to know about Joohoney. I want to know how Lee Jooheon is.”
His eyes squint at me, his index finger pressing pensively at his lips. Had I overstepped? Maybe he didn’t understand? I only meant for him to feel like a person, not an idol, if even for tonight. I open my mouth to clarify, but at the same moment, he straightens up, and the warm smile returns to his face.
“Ok,” he starts. “Thank you for asking about me. I appreciate that.” He pats his chest as he says this. “I actually been doing really good. Of course, I miss my family, and just like anyone, I have days when things are a bit too much in my head, but now I have ways to help me work through it, so…” he shrugs.
“That’s really good to hear. I can’t imagine living the life you do,” I shake my head. “It just all seems so overwhelming.”
“Idol life is a tough one, that’s for sure, but I get to travel, meet new people, and make music, which is what I love to do. No one ever got to live their dream without some hard work, so it all seems worth it for me.”
We go back and forth, asking each other questions for some time before we realize we’ve gone through three bottles of soju. I’d been having so much fun getting to know the “real” Jooheon that the time just blew by. I’m already feeling a little fuzzy in my brain and definitely far more relaxed than when I first came in.
Nodding my head to his latest reply, I then ask, “Ok, so what have you watched recently that you think I should watch, too?”
“Ya! That reminds me. I was hoping we could watch a movie,” he says as he starts to get up and clear off the bottles and containers of food. “Unless you have to go….”
“No. I can stay,” I reply, maybe a little too quickly, even after I glance at my watch to see it’s almost 1:30 in the morning. Despite the food and alcohol, I’m surprised to find I’m not sleepy at all.
“Are you sure? What about your friend?” he asks, a bit too casually.
“My cousin,” I correct. “And she’s fine.”
“Ok, ok. Well, I’ll just clean up here, and we can start it.”
I help him clean up the remaining garbage. His room was different than mine in that it had a living room area, and the bedroom was separate. I glance around for a bathroom. All that alcohol was wreaking havoc on my bladder.
“Is it ok if I use the bathroom?”
“Yeah, sure.” He tips his chin towards the open doorway beside the couch. “It’s in there.” I make my way there but stop at the entrance. Peering in, I’m surprised to see everything so tidy. I’m not sure why I’m so amazed by the neatness of the space. I just figured an idol is too busy to clean up, clothes and snacks strewn everywhere. But this looks like no one had even slept in this room yet. “It’s ok. You can go in.”
I look over my shoulder to see Jooheon smiling reassuringly at me as he wipes his hands on his jeans. He shoos me with his hands, and I head straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
The bathroom is clean as well, a light scent of men’s shower gel clinging to the air still. As I sit to relieve myself, I shoot my cousin a quick text.
ME: Everything's good. Jooheon’s super sweet, and we’re having a really good time just talking and drinking.
I set my phone down, finishing up, not expecting a reply, but as I button up, I hear the vibrations on the bathroom counter. Washing my hands, I dry them quickly and open the new message.
COUSIN: Talking and Drinking? Is that what adults are calling it these days? 😜
ME: 😅Nope. Everything is still PG. We are about to watch a movie.
COUSIN: 🤭Enjoy the “movie” I’ll be here reading for a bit more. Call me if you need me.
ME: I will 😘
COUSIN: 😘
Locking my phone, I slip it into my back pocket and look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are literally glittering in the bathroom light, and my cheeks hold a blush that tells of the laughter and maybe the alcohol we had been partaking in. I smile giddily at myself, whispering, “holy shit!” as I turn around and exit the bathroom, only to halt in place as I switch off the light.
Jooheon is sitting up in bed, legs crossed at the ankles and phone in hand as he loads a movie he is casting from the device.
“Hey! Just in time,” he waves me over. “Come. Sit.”
“We’re going to watch it here?” I fidget with the hem of my shirt.
“Yes,” he shrugs as he stands. “Comfier. Sit. My turn,” he points behind me.
He squeezes my shoulder as he walks past me and into the bathroom. I approach the bed and look down at it. Jooheon slept here, I think to myself. I’m going to be sitting on the same bed as Lee Jooheon…with Lee Jooheon, I correct.
Shaking my head, I force the thoughts out, put my phone on the nightstand, and climb onto the bed. By now, I think I’ve pretty much given up on the idea that anything will happen between us. Maybe he was not looking for someone to fuck tonight. Perhaps he was just wanting to have a casual night with someone outside of Monsta X. Someone to do ‘friendship’ things with. That would make sense why he picked me versus any of the pretty Monbebe I saw today. I try not to feel too disappointed as I make myself comfortable. Either way, I was having fun just hanging out with him. Propping up a few pillows behind me, I’m adjusting my shirt when he comes out.
“Ready?” he asks as he turns off the light in the room.
“Yeah, what are we watching?”
“One of my favorite movies, if that’s ok? It’s called ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.’ Have you seen it?”
“Never heard of it,” I admit.
“진짜 (jinjja)?!”
Jooheon’s mouth drops open, his eyes wide as he stares at me. I cover my mouth as I try to hold back a giggle. He looks so cute when he looks at me with that shocked expression.
“Yeah, really,” I snicker.
“Yah! You have no idea what you’re missing!” He’s swift to sit next to me on the bed and press play from his phone. “Let’s get it!”
I let out a little laugh but quiet down as the audio begins. The movie draws me in as I feel myself relating to the male protagonist. The quirkiness of the female protagonist soon has me laughing at her antics. It’s not long before the sweetness of the blossoming relationship takes a dramatic turn.
“What?!” I scrunch my face. “Why is he crying? Was there a time jump I missed?”
Jooheon chuckles, “You have to watch and see.” I purse my lips at him, and this makes him laugh. “Stop,” he bumps my shoulder. “I won’t spoil it for you.” He pats my hand and then laces his fingers with mine. I look down at them, loving how natural it feels. Sobering up, he asks, “Is this ok?”
I nod, murmuring, “Yeah.”
“OK.”
We both return our attention to the movie, but my heart has started fluttering behind my ribcage. His hand is so soft, warm against mine, and I love how it feels.
“Wait, I thought this was a rom-com,” I stiffen when things become a little strange. “Is this actually a scary movie?”
“I told you I’m not going to spoil it,” he smirks at me. “Are you scared?”
I shake my head, “I wouldn’t say scared, but maybe a little…on edge. It seems like it’s going the way of horror.”
Jooheon presses his lips together to keep his features from giving anything away.
“I can hold you if you want. You know, if you’re scared?”
“N-” I stop myself. Am I really turning down the opportunity to be held by the one person I believe to be the most handsome man in the world? When will I have this chance again? “I mean, if that’s ok with you….”
“Yeah, come.”
Jooheon lets go of my hand, patting the space in front of his now spread legs. I try to force any inappropriate thoughts from my head as I maneuver over his leg in order to sit where he directs me. I nestle against his torso and fight to hide a smile as he snakes an arm across my chest while his other hand settles on my hip.
Instead of feeling awkward, the position feels comfortable, and we continue to watch the movie. Occasionally the hand at my hip would squeeze, and I swear it was as if he were touching me directly in my most intimate place. Then, halfway through the movie, when he shifts his arm to stretch it, he accidentally grazes over my breast, and I audibly inhale as a jolt of electricity shoots down straight to my core.
Jooheon stiffens for a moment. The handle I believed I had on my impure thoughts seems to disappear, and my hips shift, seeking any sort of friction to soothe the ache that had been building between my legs the whole night. Jooheon draws in a shaky breath just as his hands glide down my ribcage and to my hips. A grunt escapes my lips when he hooks his fingers into my belt loops and tugs me up high and tighter against him.
“Well damn,” I breathe.
The soft chuckle he lets out into my ear has my eyes closing. My tongue swipes slowly across my lips as his hands trail back up to cup my breasts.
“You want me to stop,” he murmurs, “just tell me.”
I nod my understanding, whispering back, “It’s ok,” as if I were afraid the spell would break.
Those beautiful hands of his that I had always admired in photographs or from my screen now squeeze at my covered tits, and I can’t even keep from arching into his palms, soft moans spilling from my lips. He reaches down for the hem of my shirt, and for a second, I feel panic. The thought of this man seeing me without clothes just seems so overwhelmingly out of this world. It’s something I never imagined would ever happen that, even as it’s currently going on, my brain just cannot wrap itself around it. He shimmies the shirt up and over my head, and I’m grateful that the only light comes from the tv.
Jooheon picks up the necklace from my chest and asks, “Did you wear this for me?”
I can hear the smile in his words as he toys with the little bee charm.
“Yes,” I glance away from his fingers.
“That’s cute.”
“Stop,” I blush.
Jooheon chuckles then nips at the top of my ear as he drops the necklace. I let out a gasp when he returns his attention to my bra-covered globes. His thumbs brush over my nipples, the nubs instantly hardening even more. I grip onto his thighs, trying to find something to steady me. The muscle there is thick, hard beneath my palms, and my mind conjures up some very erotic images of me riding one of his thighs.
Wasting no more time, his fingers trace a path down to my jeans, where they deftly release the button. My breath catches as my attention hyper-focuses on his hand as he slides the zipper down and then slips beneath the hem of my underwear. The instant the pad of his finger glides over my clit, a shock of electric heat shoots throughout my body. The sensations feel way too good; I can no longer hold my head up and let it fall against his chest.
Jooheon delves lower and soon discovers exactly just how much I am enjoying everything so far. A mixture of a purr and groan rumbles in his throat as he swirls his finger around my juices, pulling a moan from me. Bringing his focus back to my most sensitive bundle of nerves, I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. His movements are slow at first, stoking the embers that he had already lit with his previous ministrations. I don’t even realize he’s brought a hand back up to one of my breasts until he’s pinching at my nipple. He pulls the cup down, removing the barrier, and the warmth of his hand directly on my flesh is searing hot. His thumb flicks rapidly against the pebbled nub, and the fingers at my clit also pick up the pace.
“Oh, God!”
I rut against his fingers, my cheeks flushing with heat not only from the pleasure that is building but also from shame. I am utterly mortified at how desperate I am for him. Yet, at the same time, I can’t stop myself. My hips roll of their own accord, faster, more desperately, and I push away all thoughts seeking more of what he is offering. I focus on how good he is making me feel. His slim fingers, slick with my arousal, slide so smoothly over my sensitive bud, making my back arch and my eyes to close tightly.
“Shit,” I pant.
I can feel his erection poking at my back, and I wish so badly he would just fuck me with it already.
“That’s it,” he presses his plush lips to the back of my neck. “Just let go.”
He sucks at my ear, moaning softly as his fingers speed up. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to quiet my moans.
“Let me hear you, baby.” Jooheon’s voice is low, gravelly with lust. “Say my name.”
I gasp loudly as stars burst behind my eyelids. A flood of warmth shoots through my body, and my hands push roughly down on his as my clit throbs.
“Oh, fuck, Jooheon!” I grit out as he brings me over the edge. “Jooheon!”
My hips jut forward a few more times as his fingers try to move beneath the vice-like pressure my hand has on his wanting to drag out my release. As over sensitivity soon takes over, I pull his hand away and attempt to catch my breath. Jooheon kisses my head tenderly, his hands soothingly coasting up and down my arms as he waits for me to come down from my high.
Holy shit! I think to myself. Did that just really happen?!
As the bliss of the moment slowly ebbs away and reality sets in, it’s all I can do not to freak out. I am so grateful he can’t see my face and the grin I am fighting so hard to keep from breaking out on my lips.
“괜찮아 (Gwaenchana-Are you ok)?”
The deep timbre of his voice breaks into my rampant thoughts. Am I ok? “Mhmm,” I nod dumbly.
Hell yeah, I am!
“Let me see,” he insists.
I press my lips together as I sit up, fixing my bra before maneuvering around so that I am now kneeling between his legs. Jooheon has a very pleased grin on his face that makes it difficult to keep one of my own from finally breaking free.
“See?” I say playfully.
Jooheon lifts a hand up to my chin, his thumb swiping across my mouth. His eyes darken, the stare intense as he watches me. Instantly, my heart thrums back to life behind my ribcage. Then, like a magnet, I’m drawn down towards him. Jooheon stretches to meet me part way, and we both swallow each other's sharp inhales when our lips finally crash against each other.
And his plush lips feel even more incredible than anything I could have imagined. Jooheon wraps an arm around my lower back, pulling me tighter against him. Hands on his shoulders, I wriggle out of his hold and break the kiss. I’m going to lose my mind, with how good he looks. His cheeks are flushed, and his lips are swollen from our passionate kiss.
“Where are you going?” he whines with a pout.
“Not far,” I tease. “Just returning the favor.”
“Returning the fav-” His voice trails off as I reach for the button of his jeans. Eyes locked on my hands, he breathes out, “Oh….”
I can’t help but giggle as he eagerly lifts his ass to help me get his jeans and boxers off. The cock that springs out in front of me is achingly pink and stiff. Knowing he got this way just from touching me greatly boosts my confidence. Tossing the pants over the edge of the bed, I look up to see Jooheon cock an eyebrow at me.
I huff out a short laugh, “Fine.”
I hop off the bed. With my jeans already unbuttoned and unzipped, it only takes me two seconds to remove my own pants and socks. They join his pants on the ground with a hushed thump. As the movie continues to play in the background, I return to the bed to find Jooheon completely naked. In the short time it took me to take off my pants, he’d removed his tank top and socks.
Lying on the bed, his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip, he is complete perfection. The dim lighting the TV provides does nothing to diminish the soft glow of his tanned skin. Though he is not bulky with muscle, there are still shadows cast across his lean upper body and abdomen that beg to be traced and explored.
Crawling back between his legs, I watch the abdominal muscle beneath his skin contract in anticipation. My nipples tighten behind my bra as my own core contracts at the sight of him. I flit my eyes up to meet his heavy-lidded ones and watch his Adam’s Apple bob anxiously in his throat as I bring my mouth closer to his weeping dick. The hiss he lets out as his tip meets my tongue is music to my ears. He tries so hard to keep his eyes open, to watch as I wrap my lips around him, but his head falls back as he lets out a deep groan, hands fisting in the comforter. Flattening my tongue and relaxing my jaw, I slowly take him deeper and deeper inside my warm, wet mouth.
“Oh, shit,” he curses as he looks back down.
His pupils are completely blown out, his eyes appearing black as they watch me intently. Seeing him so wrecked because of what I’m doing emboldens me. Lifting up to lap at the tip of him, my fingers envelop his shaft. He reaches a hand out to cradle my head, urging me to take him in again. I don’t fight it, letting him guide me back down along his length. My hand and mouth work in tandem, sliding up and down his cock. Hollowing my cheeks, I swirl and curl my tongue around him, and the long-drawn-out groans that it pulls forth from him have moans and whimpers of my own vibrating up my throat.
I can feel him growing harder against my tongue, so I’m slightly surprised when his hand shifts from my head down to my chin and tilts it up. His dick slips out of my mouth with a lewd pop, and he almost looks like he regrets stopping me.
“What?” I ask as I wipe the back of my hand across my lips.
Had I done something wrong?
“Fuck,” he breathes, closing his eyes. Looking back down at me, he pats his lap. “Come up here.”
I smile in relief and eagerly obey, straddling him. His mouth is instantly on mine, his hands sliding down to grab my ass. Wrapping my arms around his neck, it feels as if I just can’t get any closer to him. Our bodies roll against each other, and by this point, my panties are completely ruined. I feel one of his hands trail up to my bra and unclasp it. He breaks the kiss to help me remove it completely. It joins the pile on the carpeted floor.
Delving down, his plump lips latch onto one of my nipples. My back arches, giving him easier access, and I reach behind me to grab at his cock, stroking him as he sucks on me. My hips roll, seeking friction to ease the tension that is building.
“Jooheon!” I whimper.
“Ok, baby,” he murmurs as he moves to my other breast.
Though I had cum already, seeing him like this, hearing him like this, his mouth all over me, I was ready again for another.
“Please, Jooheon,” I plead.
I was so far gone that I didn’t care; I was begging. I wanted him, needed to feel him inside me so badly; I didn’t care how needy I sounded at the moment.
He chuckles before kissing me between my breasts. Leaning back, he hooks his finger on my underwear and snaps it against my skin.
“Take these off.”
I nod, scampering off of him to remove them in record time. I throw the sodden material into the darkness beyond, drawing another chuckle from Jooheon.
“Hush,” I chastise him playfully.
He leans over to grab his wallet from the bedside table and pulls out a condom. Dropping the wallet back on the table, he makes quick work slipping the rubber on. Jooheon coaxes me back to his lap. Spreading wide, I help him guide his dick to my entrance. We both let out blissful moans as I slowly slide down his length. The stretch has my eyes closing, and I can feel his hands digging into my sides.
Bottoming out, we both take a moment to let me adjust to the intrusion. He peppers my chest with opened mouth kisses that have another layer of slickness coating my walls and his cock. I have never been so aroused in my life. I rock my hips and feel him twitch inside me, his hands tightening at my hips. I let my hands rest on his shoulders, using them to help me lift higher only to slowly grind down on him.
“Damn, baby,” Jooheon purrs.
He matches my rhythm, and we are both panting, drawing ever so close to the release we are both seeking. At first, his hands loosen at my hips, letting me lead. The more desperate we become, his hands grip fervently to my hips, helping me move faster over him.
“God, that feels so good!”
I’m so close that I can barely focus. My walls constrict and release around Jooheon, and his head falls back. My hands slip behind his neck, my fingers gripping the strands there. His eyes widen, flitting to mine, and I feel him pulse inside me as a deep groan rumbles up from his chest.
Fuck, that’s so hot! He is so close; I can feel it, as am I. I roll and rock my waist, taking him in deeper. One of his hand's snakes in between us. The pleasure intensifies as his fingers find my clit; my head falls back, and my eyes shut. It’s all so much.
“Look at me, baby,” Jooheon grits out.
“Jooheon,” I whimper as I struggle to comply.
Meeting his gaze, I let out a moan at the sight of his fucked out face. Sweaty strands of hair cling to his forehead and temples, his cherry lips look completely ravished, and his own eyes are barely opened slits, but it’s enough. It’s enough for him to see me and know he’s got me just as whipped.
“Turn around for me, baby,” Jooheon urges.
Through my haze, I manage to get off of his lap. My limbs feel heavy, but I get on my knees and forearms anyway. His palm caresses my ass and gives it a gentle smack. Fuck, I think I’m going to lose my mind! Aligning his cock with my center, I don’t even have a moment to take a breath. He’s thrusting into my soaking wet cunt with no warning.
“Oh my God!”
I can feel a jolt of pleasure instantly tremble through me. In this new position, I can feel every inch of him. Each thrust feels so deep and tight I can only babble incoherent words and curses as I push back into him. I snake my hand between my legs and delve my fingers into the slickness there. I hiss at how swollen and sensitive my clit is. Instantly, the pleasure heightens.
Glancing over my shoulder, Jooheon bites down on his lip, and my fingers speed up. The visual and sensations are just too much, and the little bit of control I had been holding onto snaps.
“Fuck, Jooheon!”
My back arches as I clamp around his dick, my walls thrumming and contracting around him. Jooheon’s thrust quicken as he chases after his own ecstasy. My face falls onto the bed, my ass lifting higher. The angle brings him deeper still inside of me, and it’s enough to push him over the edge. A long deep groan falls from his lips as his eyes squeeze shut, the grip on my hips vice-like. His hips stutter up into me, and I can’t help but moan as I feel him pulse inside of me as he cums hard.
My body feels like jelly, and it takes the last bit of energy I have to turn my head to face Jooheon as he collapses beside me. Jooheon’s smiling face is there to greet me, and I can’t help but return the gesture.
“Hey,” he grins as he scoots closer to me.
“Hey,” I murmur drowsily.
Brushing the hair from my face, he caresses my back tenderly before kissing my shoulder.
“Gotta clean up,” he winks at me, and I can’t believe I dare to blush after all we’ve done.
Burying my face in the comforter, I nod, and he laughs. I feel the bed shift and then hear the click of the bathroom light switch. Forcing myself up, I locate my bra and underwear. After putting on the bra, I slip on the underwear, wincing to find they were still slightly damp in the crotch area. Making my way to the bathroom as well, Jooheon is just washing his hands when I walk in. He gives my ass a pat as he walks out.
“Hey,” I swat his arm in feign annoyance, and he just laughs.
I use the toilet, clean myself up, then wash my hands and face. Rinsing my mouth with the sink water, I finally feel clean enough to go back into the room. Jooheon was under the comforter staring at the TV. That’s right. The movie was still playing. It was pretty late now. Was Jooheon expecting me to leave now that everything was finished? I eye my clothes that are currently on the bedside table instead of the floor. Hmmm. Was that a hint? I approach the pile and reach out for the shirt.
“Can you stay a little longer?” he asks.
I feel a flutter in my stomach.
“Are you sure?” I ask, the initial insecurities creeping back up.
“Yes,” he replies, pulling the comforter down for me to slide into.
What did I have to lose?
“Ok.”
I get in, and he throws the comforter over me.
“Come closer,” he whines.
He meets me part way. Opening his arms towards me, I slide into his embrace. Tucked in comfortably against his chest, the drowsiness pulls at my eyelids.
“Good night, Jooheon,” I yawn and snuggle into his warmth.
“Good night, Y/N,” he parrots, kissing my head.
What is that? I wonder groggily as a loud, incessant sound accosts my ears. I peel my eyes open just when Jooheon lets me go in order to lean over to grab his phone. Turning off the alarm, he groans in displeasure. Rolling back towards me, he pats my arm gently.
“Y/N, baby, you have to wake up.”
“Mmm,” I grunt with a pout and snuggle back into his chest.
I feel the bed shake with Jooheon’s amused chuckles.
“I have to get ready. We are flying out in a few hours.”
“Mmm,” I pout some more, but then I do sit up.
Throwing back the covers, Jooheon gets off the bed and turns on the bedside lamp. I crawl out after him and zombie-walk to my clothes and put them on. I fix my hair as best as I can, and then Jooheon walks me to the door. This had all felt like a dream for me, and I truly did not want it all to end already. Reaching for the door handle, I gasp when Jooheon pushes me flush against it instead, his lips latching onto me so fast my head spins. I wrap my arms behind his neck as I lift up on my tippy toes to press myself further into him.
“I wish I didn’t have to go yet,” he laments as he kisses down my neck. His hands squeeze at my ass as he grinds into me. I can barely think. Only moans and heavy breaths leave my lips. “I really had a great time.”
“Me, too,” I sigh out.
“I want more time with you,” he murmurs into my neck, “But I’m going to be late.”
“We def can’t have that,” I chuckle.
He drops a few more kisses on my lips before he pulls away.
“I hope we can do this again,” he smiles down at me, his dimples deepening.
“Well, you got my number, so,” I shrug, and he laughs.
“I’ll call you,” he nods.
“You’ll call me,” I repeat, my eyes flicking away to stare at his chest instead.
“I will,” Jooheon insists.
He pulls me gently away from the door.
“Ok,” I nod, trying to ignore the excited flutter in my heart.
He pecks my lips one last time. “Ok. I’ll see you, Y/N. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Jooheon opens the door for me, and I step out into the quiet hall. I don’t dare look back, and after a few paces, I hear the door click shut. I see the security table ahead, and Alex is still there, keeping watch with the other guard. He stands up, and I try to avoid eye contact.
“Enjoy the rest of your day, Ms. Y/LN,” he calls as I walk past.
Oh god! I think to myself as my body flushes from head to toe.
“Thanks, Alex,” I glance up quick enough to see the knowing smile on his face. There’s no judgment, but I still feel embarrassed suddenly. “Have a great day, too.”
I ride the elevator alone, and I am thankful. Peeking at my phone, I see it’s just about 4:15 in the morning. Jesus, I am going to be the worst passenger when my cousin and I start our four-hour drive home later today.
Entering our room quietly, I grab fresh underwear and my PJs and head into the bathroom to take a shower. I could still smell the powdery fresh scent of Jooheon on my skin, and I hated washing it away, but I get under the hot stream of the showerhead and scrub my body with my body wash until I was clean again. Dried up and dressed again, I tiptoe to my bed and quietly get under the covers. After making sure my alarm for ten am is still activated, I close my eyes and fall asleep.
“You look rough, girl,” my cousin laughs as we place our bags in the trunk of the car. “I hope Jooheon feels the same.”
I glare at her with a humph as we enter the vehicle.
Buckling up, I admit, “I’m exhausted, my head is thumpin’ a little, and I just want to sleep for a hundred years.”
“Daammn,” she drags out the word as she pulls out of the hotel parking and onto the main road. “He wore you out that much, huh?” I let out an unladylike snort, and my cousin laughs. “So, tell me what happened. What’s he like?
“Well,” I try to fight off a smile, but my cheeks burn with the force of the grin that graces my lips. “He really is the sweetest, gentlemanly guy I’ve ever met….”
I spare no detail from the moment I stepped out of the elevator up to the moment when things got a little heated.
“That Alex guy seems pretty cool,” she comments.
“Yeah,” I agree. “He made an awkward situation seem rather normal. Which is what makes me wonder how often they do that, you know, have people sign NDA’s?”
“Who knows,” she shrugs. “I wouldn’t be surprise if it’s quite often, and I wouldn’t be mad about it either. They are grown men, after all, and have their needs.”
“Yeah, I know,” I nod, looking out the window a bit distractedly. “It’s just; I don’t know, Jooheon said he’d call me… I just… my worry is that he goes to the next stop and hooks up with someone else… which he has every right to,” I rush to add. “I don’t know; I guess I just got my hopes up, and that’s my own fault.”
“No, I get it,” my cousin nods. “He said he’d call. Only time will tell if he makes good on that promise. It’s only been a few hours. No sense in stressing about it.”
“You’re right,” I concede.
“In the meantime, let’s car karaoke!” she shimmies in her seat as she passes me her phone. “We got a long ass drive.”
I laugh but pull up our karaoke playlist, and we begin to sing.
About two hours into our drive, there is a ping on my cell from an unknown number. I open up the message and gasp as my heart rate picks up. My cousin lowers the music.
“I think it’s him,” I whisper.
“Yeah?” she glances over quickly at me before returning her eyes to the road. “What’s it say?”
UNKNOWN: I know I promised to call, but i’ve been busy. I finally had a minute while heading to do another interview. Did you get home, ok?
I read out the message and then ask, “Do you think it’s really him?”
“I mean, who else could it be?”
“Alex?” I deadpan.
“Alex?!” she bursts into laughter. “Say that to him and see what he says.”
ME: Who’s this?
UNKNOWN: Aish. Really? Who else can it be? Did you forget me already?
ME: Well, I have to be sure. For all I know, this could be Alex.
UNKNOWN: Alex? Who is Alex?
My cousin and I burst out into hysterical laughter.
UNKNOWN: Are you talkin about security alex?
UNKNOWN: Why would it be him?
“Ooop,” my cousin purses her lips. “Ya boy’s getting jealous.”
“Stop, no he’s not.”
But I smile at the possibility of it.
ME: If this is really you, tell me something from last night (this morning)...
I watch the three little dots blink, disappear and then reappear before his message comes through.
UNKNOWN: We watched ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.’
“Oh, yeah. It’s him,” I say after reading the message aloud.
UNKNOWN: better said it watched us😜
“If I had any doubts, he just squashed them,” I say as I pat my heated cheeks.
“What’d he say?”
“He says the movie actually watched us.”
“Ooooh, girl!” she smacks my shoulder. “That’s actually really hot.”
“Aggh, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be,” she reassures me. “Sex is natural, and if he’s making comments like that, he enjoyed his time.”
“I guess so….”
“You guess so?” She shakes her head. “I know so. Now reply to him before he thinks you are a prude.”
“Oh, Lord,” I roll my eyes playfully.
ME: Alright, you little flirt, I see it’s you.
UNKNOWN: 😏
UNKNOWN: Save my number.
Me: Ok
Honey: I have a few interviews and practice, but I’ll be free around 1030 tonight. If you want to try watching the movie again I can call you.
ME: Really? We can do that?
Honey: I’m sure we can. We’ll figure it out.
Me: Ok. yeah. I’d like that.
Honey: We just got to the radio station. I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.
ME: Bye
Putting my phone away, I look out at the highway flying by. This all felt like the best dream ever. Never did I ever imagine this would ever happen.
“Alright now,” my cousin brings my attention back to the moment. “You better do your makeup and put on a nice outfit tonight. But first, you should get some sleep as soon as we get home.”
I chuckle even as I give her an incredulous look.
“Why are you always trying to put me to bed?!”
“What?” she tries to plant a stoic expression on her face but cracks a smile instead. “I’m just saying. You have no idea how long you will stay up this time.”
We both burst into raucous laughter, and I’m so grateful at least one of us is thinking properly because my mind is already racing. My mind is just blown at having the chance to get to know the real Jooheon.
I don’t know how long this will go on, but I’m going to take a page from my cousin's book. I’m going to let myself enjoy it all while it lasts and not waste time on the what-ifs.
Hello, you wonderful human. I’m still amused that you just created yourself more work by getting me to write about Monsta X! Enjoy!!
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Kiss #9 - Goodbye Kiss - Joohoney (Jooheon)
Kisses Masterlist
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Getting an actual date out with Jooheon was a bit of a miracle. He was great at making time for you, but it was normally just you going to see him at dorms or hang out at rehearsals to steal quick hugs or kisses between dances.
Tonight was one of the rare nights you were both free and he had thoroughly spoilt you. He hadn't let you take your purse out once, as well as turning up with gifts and a bouquet for you. As much you protested, he assured you he wanted to do this, to roll in all the dates you couldn't have because of his schedule into one evening.
"You know, just spending time with you is enough," you said as he walked you to your door after the date.
"But you deserve so much more of my time and I hate that I can't give it to you," he told you. "Spoiling you makes my guilty conscience feel a bit better."
"Well, I guess I shouldn't complain, I've loved it."
"Good," he whispered, leaning in and connecting your lips.
The kiss was gentle and full of love, and all too soon he was pulling away.
"I don't want the night to be over," you pouted.
"I know, me neither," Jooheon agreed. "We'll do it again."
"I'm so lucky to have you," you smiled, giving him another quick kiss.
"I'm lucky you put up with stupid idol schedules," he replied.
You kissed him again.
"You're worth it," you smiled.
Taking your face in his hands, Jooheon kissed you one more time, lingering slightly longer this time.
"I love you," he said, pulling away. "I'll see you again soon."
"I love you too," you replied, still smiling. "Good night."
You unlocked your door before turning to look at him one last time. With a smile and a wave, he finally walked away as you crossed your threshold.
the TOUCHIEST boy. loves to be touching you both in private and in public. in public he's always holding your hand or touching you in some way. he likes to stand behind you and put his chin on either your head or shoulder. WILL hold your hand and skip down the street with you!! in private he's always attached to you. he follows you like a lost puppy and if you DARE leave during a cuddle sesh he WILL cry. (not actually but he will definitely fake cry and whine about it.) he likes to lay on top of you and have you play with his hair. it's very relaxing for both of you.
attentive
very very attentive towards you and your needs, especially when it comes down to your health. this boy has worked himself both physically and mentally and doesn't want the same happening to you. he is always looking out for you by making sure you eat lots, drink enough water and get plenty of sleep. if you're stressed about school/work then he will pull you away and make you lay down while he gets you a snack or cooks a full on meal. he really wants you to talk to him and feel comfortable to say anything on your mind and doesn't want you to think of him as 'the scary rapper of mx'. (even though he's literally the biggest baby ever.) he just wants to help you:(((
favourite thing to do?
will draw you a bath every single night istg. he loves sitting with you in a hot bath with you against his chest. he loves the closeness of everything and how your body feels against his and just adores how comfortable you guys are with each other. he likes washing your back and sitting in a comfortable silence with you. some days you'll talk about everything and anything for hours and before you know it the water is cold. he offers to dry you off and if he washed your hair he'll dry that too. there's nothing sexual in the atmosphere, just pure domestic bliss.
nicknames?
big on simple pet names such as 'angel', 'baby' and 'love'. he 100% has you as 'my honey' in his phone. he's just a big softy>:(
literally joo makes my heart go awOOOSH he's the softest man ever
Pairing: Doctor Jooheon x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 977
There’s a high chance you’re hallucinating due to a lack of caffeine. Otherwise, you certainly couldn’t have heard what you think you just did.
“Repeat that again,” you say, looking in the rearview mirror at your niece in her car seat. “You’re excited you’re going to the doctor?”
“Yeah,” she replies, making her doll dance on her lap.
Although you don’t want to scare her, you can’t have the kid walking into the office blind. “Your parents told you you’re going to get a shot there, right?”
“Yup.”
“And you know what a shot is, right?”
Proving she’s related to you, your niece rolls her eyes. “The doctor puts the medicine in your arm with a needle. It hurts a little but it keeps you from getting sick so it’s okay.”
“Glad you know that.” Pulling up to the office, you park the car and turn to look at her. “But why are you excited about it?”
“Because I get to see Dr. Honey!” Her entire face lights up with a smile. “He’s really funny and always gives me a lollipop after.”
Ah, that explains it. Bribery. Smart move, doc.
The lobby is light sunshine yellow, with cushy black chairs and a whole corner full of toys, books, and an activity table. You only have time to get through one of the story books before a nurse ushers you back to an exam room.
It’s very clearly designed for children. A chest of toys is right beside the magazine rack. The exam table is low, as are the two stools. What really catches your attention though are the walls. They’re are a pastel green and absolutely full of framed pictures of stick figures, animals, vehicles, and squiggles.
Your niece climbs right up on the exam table and points to one of them. “I gave Dr. Honey this one!”
A bright crayon sun with a smile face shines down on an even brighter meadow. You recognize your niece’s favorite outfit on one of the figures. She’s holding the hand of a brown bear with a lopsided grin and enormous eyes.
“It’s beautiful, sweetheart,” you say, ruffling her hair. Pointing to the bear, you ask, “And who is that?”
“That’s Dr. Honey.” She giggles. “I made him a bear because bears like honey.”
“That we do,” comes a growly voice from the door.
“Dr. Honey!” The little girl nearly gives you a heart attack by launching herself off the exam table, but the man in the doorway scoops her out of the air with ease.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he says, gently setting her back down on the table. “Good to see you too.”
The doctor turns to you and you feel your heart thud. Damn, you would’ve given medical school a second thought if you could’ve had classes with someone like him. You’d been expecting a charming old man, but Dr. Honey is not only young, but gorgeous too. His dimples are so deep you wonder if your finger would disappear in them.
Dr. Honey holds out his hand. “I know this little lady very well, but I don’t think we’ve met. You are..?”
“Oh, sorry.” You quickly shake his hand and introduce yourself.
“Pleasure to meet you,” he says. “My name’s Dr. Lee Jooheon, but everyone calls me Dr. Honey. Now, what’re we here for today?”
“A shot,” your niece pipes up. “So I don’t get sick.”
“Exactly.” Jooheon turns to the counter, opens a drawer, and pulls out three small boxes with cartoon characters on them. “So, when I give you the shot, you may bleed a teeny, teeny, tiny bit. Let’s choose a band-aid to put on just in case, okay?”
“Okay.” Carefully considering her choices, she picks out a Baby Shark band-aid.
"Excellent choice.” Putting the band-aid aside, Jooheon grabs the syringe and takes the cap off the needle. With his other hand, he swabs her arm with an alcohol pad. “Now, I know you’re a very brave little girl, but can you do me a big favor?”
She nods.
Jooheon gives her a blinding smile that has you willing to do any favor he asks of you too. “Would you mind holding our hands so we don’t get scared too?”
“Why would you all get scared? It’s going to hurt me, not you,” your niece says, making a face. “But not that much.”
“It won’t hurt you that much, you’re right,” Jooheon winks at you, nearly stopping your heart again, “but we adults don’t like it when kids are in any kind of pain. So, can you hold our hands and squeeze as tight as you can so we know you’re doing okay?”
After considering it a second, your niece holds out her hands. It feels so small in yours, but you can tell she’s squeezing it for all she’s worth already.
“Ready?” Jooheon asks.
You send him a small nod when he glances at you.
“Ready!” your niece says.
“Would you like a count down?”
“No, thank you,” she says.
“Good, because it’s already done.” The doctor smiles and swivels his seat to dispose of the needle and syringe.
“What?” She twists her neck to look at her arm. “I didn’t feel anything!”
“Because you were a very brave little girl,” he replies, carefully putting the band-aid on her arm. From one of his lab coat’s pockets, he pulls a gold star sticker and hands it to her.
“No lollipop?” she asks, disappointed.
“What do you mean?” Jooheon puts on an exaggerated confused look. “You already have it.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You sure?” He reaches behind her ear and pulls out a red lollipop. “See! It was hiding behind your ear, silly!”
As she giggles and unwraps the treat, Jooheon rolls his chair closer to you. Reaching up to your ear, he pulls out an orange lollipop and grins charmingly. “I didn’t forget you.”
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You smiled to yourself as you punched in the code for your boyfriend’s apartment. The door opened and you stepped in, immediately being greeted by Yeoreum and Bom purring for attention. Bending down, you gave them each their wanted scratches before taking your shoes off. You carried them to Hoseok’s bedroom so that when he walked through the door he wouldn’t know you were there. On your way to his room, you undressed and then took a quick shower, making sure to shave your legs. You stepped out, drying your body and then your hair. A shiver ran down your spine as you ran to his room to grab at your bag that held a new set of lingerie you bought. It has been bought specifically for Valentine’s Day, but he had wanted to keep everything PG and sappy.
You hummed in happiness as you slid on the beautiful lace, sighing at the feel of it against your smooth legs. The lingerie set was white, silk lace. You knew he liked white lingerie on you, so you made sure to buy more white than anything. Your phone dinged with a text, causing you to jump. The text was from Hoseok saying he was on his way home from the gym to shower. You smirked, knowing he wouldn’t get a shower for a little longer...You tidied your things up, pulling his covers back and snuggling under them with your phone to prepare yourself.
A few minutes later you heard his code being punched in, the door opening and Hoseok stepping into his apartment. Keys jingled and then his sweet voice greeted his fur babies, no doubt his hands giving them more scratches. You giggled to yourself, laying your phone on his bedside table and throwing his covers back to expose your body. You shivered with anticipation, hoping you wouldn’t scare him. He began singing softly as you heard him rummaging in the kitchen for a drink and you groaned. Hurry up!!
Soon, his feet padded down the hall and your stomach flipped in excitement. You heard him grumble about how he forgot to turn his bedroom light off, but you smiled to yourself. The door knob turned and he stepped through, his eyes going wide. His grip loosened around his phone, causing it to fall to the floor. “What the hell, babe?” No reply came from you as you watched him round the bed. He just stood and stared at you for a minute, mouth agape in surprise and admiration. “Babe?” He asked again.
“I thought I’d surprise you on your birthday, babe! Was it a good surprise?”
He nodded in silence, placing a knee on his mattress beside your thighs. Swinging a leg over you, he now encased your body under his, trapping you underneath him. Your arms wrapped around his neck in response, pulling him down for a kiss. Instantly there was tongue, his mouth hungry for yours after weeks. A hand ran down your side, gripping at your hip. A moan slipped past your lips, his leaving yours to allow you a breath of air. In the meantime, his lips slipped to your jaw, sucking and pressing wet kisses to the skin. Before he could get any further, you pulled away and a whine left his throat. “Babe! I just wanna know how you like the lingerie I got?”
“You know I always enjoy admiring you. No matter what you’re wearing!”
“But babe!” You pouted.
“Mm. Fine. You look stunning, especially your chest,” he trailed. You squealed at the praise, pulling him down and shoving him between your breasts. He chuckled against your skin, pressing kisses there as well. You arched your back, pushing your chest into his face even further. His lips always set you on fire and today was no exception. Strong hands grabbed at your sides, pulling you closer to his body. You moaned out as a calloused hand pulled your bra down, a thumb pressing against your nipple. A shudder left you at the action and a smirk graced his face.
“I’ll never tire of seeing you react to me like that, babe,” he huskily whispered.
“Hmm. If that’s the case, then make me do it more!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
He instantly hooked his fingers in your underwear, pulling them down your legs forcefully. His hands gripped at your thighs, spreading your legs for only him. You whimpered as the cold air hit your skin, closing your eyes as he began kissing at your inner thighs. You felt him smirk against your skin, trying to desperately close your legs. He tsked at you, a finger pressing at your most sensitive area.
“So wet already?”
“Mm. I got prepared when you texted me,” you trailed.
“Good girl!” He spoke, right before licking a thick strip up you, leaving saliva behind. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging him closer. He smiled against your skin, humming in the process. A moan slipped past your mouth, eyes closing.
“Babe! I want to come with you inside me!” You whined. Hoseok’s eyebrows rose in amusement at your begging, his hands grabbing at his tank top to pull it over his head.
“Of course, baby.”
You smiled at him, watching his shirt fly away from the bed. Next were his shorts and boxers, which he pulled off simultaneously. Your eyes immediately went to his erection, happy that you could make him that excited. He grabbed at your hips, pulling you to him. His eyes were locked on yours, his soft eyes melding into yours. He grabbed at his dick, sliding himself between your slickness before pushing in. You groaned lowly, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him down to you. He leaned down after watching himself disappear inside of you, a moan slipping out of him.
“You feel so good, baby.” You replied with a kiss to his lips, pushing your tongue into his mouth as he began pulling out to start his rhythm. You clutched to his back as he pushed in a bit too deep, causing you to squeak out.
“You okay?”
“Mmhm. Just keep going!” You gasped. He heeded to your request, pulling away and pushing back in even harder. You continued to cling to him, although his sweaty back made it hard to do so. Your legs hooked around his hips helped stabilise as he pushed you up the bed. His lips sucked and kissed at your shoulders, his thick hands touching all the right places. He huffed and pulled back some as he pulled out, your legs falling onto the bed, a hand helping you to turn your back to him. He pulled your back against his chest, a hand going around your throat as he began fucking up into you.
“Ah, shit!” You yelped, eyes closing at the new feeling. He was reaching new places and making you see stars. His pace was rough and rigid and you couldn’t keep quiet. “Oh, gosh. I’m gunna come,” you gasped. You squeezed your eyes tight, grabbing at the hand he had wrapped around your neck. The skin slapping and the slide of his dick inside of you was almost enough to plush you over. Then his thumb found your swollen clit and you jerked in his embrace.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me, beautiful!”
You whined and whimpered as you came, his thrusts never letting up. His strong arms held you up as your strength left you. He came shortly after you, his come warming you up from the inside. You sighed at the feeling and went limp as he pulled out and laid you gently on the mattress. His lips were immediately pressing kisses to your skin, soothing the bruises he had caused. You closed your eyes, relishing the moment. When you opened your eyes, Hoseok was staring down at you with loving eyes.
“Happy birthday, babe!”
“Mm. Happy birthday to me! I love you so much!”
You smiled tiredly in reply, reaching up to push some sweaty hair out of his face. “I love you too. More than you know. You’re so special to me, babe!”
He smiled at you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before sliding out of bed to go get some towels to clean up. You smirked to yourself as you watched his butt as he walked away, admiring your man!
