ㅤ𖦹ㅤ 𐬹 ۫ ۪ 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐒: MDNI, creampie, menção a cockwarming, breeding kink (?), conteúdo sexual explícito, sexo desprotegido (não façam né galerinha), linguagem imprópria.
ㅤ𖦹ㅤ 𐬹 ۫ ۪ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒: Aparentemente eu e a @blondkiss somos as últimas monbebes do mundo então vamos nos mimar, né?
Pensando muito no Jooheon e na tara doentia que ele tem por gozar dentro. Pra ele, simplesmente não existe foder sem te deixar cheinha! Ele é viciado em sentir o caralho bem enterrado na sua bucetinha enquanto despeja aquela porra quentinha e pegajosa, como se você fosse o depósito dele.
É uma obsessão visceral mesmo. Jooheon pira até no barulho molhado do pau dele batendo no seu interior, no gemido que você solta quando tá tão bem preenchida. Como se, pra ele, a foda fosse só um pretexto para chegar nessa parte: te deixar toda sujinha, empanturrada com o leitinho dele.
Ah, e ele não deixa passar uma única chance. Seja numa rapidinha contra a parede mesmo, subindo sua sainha e te socando rápido e com força só pra conseguir o mais depressa possível jorrar tudo no seu úterozinho antes de você sair. Ou também naquela transa da madrugada, com ambos meio dormindo, tão preguiçosos, mas precisando tanto sentir seu quentinho interior o envolvendo enquanto ele goza tão manhoso. Despreocupados, vocês até voltam a dormir assim mesmo, inclusive com ele dentro. E nas noites planejadas é ainda pior, porque é aí que ele te fode por horas, te deixa moída, burrinha, e ainda assim tá bem longe de parar. te abre bem, te deixa toda arreganhadinha só pra gozar uma, duas, três vezes seguidas, sem nem sequer tirar o pau.
É eufemismo dizer que vocês gostam de uma foda bruta, animalesca. Jooheon espreme suas perninhas em direção aos seus peitos, as mãos grandes e calejadas seguram sua panturrilha com tanta força enquanto ele te soca num ritmo grotesco, tornando inevitáveis os solavancos que seu corpinho dá. Céus, ele ama como sua bucetinha fica tão escorregadia, a ponto de entrar e sair deslizando tão fácil assim a cada nova estocada. Ele sempre vislumbra o mesmo paraíso a cada vez que deposita mais da porra dele lá no fundo, cada gotinha, sem pressa nenhuma, com o único objetivo de te deixar toda entupida.
E depois que ele descarrega, Jooheon ainda tem o prazer de se afastar devagarinho só pra assistir a porra escorrendo de sua bucetinha. Caralho, ele fica hipnotizado ali, olhando o rastro viscoso vazar de sua entradinha inchada, escorrer superficialmente pelo cuzinho e sujar o lençol. Ainda te chama de putinha com o sorriso mais satisfeito do mundo nos lábios, coleta o que pingou com a língua mesmo e engole tão satisfeito, observando como sua bucetinha começa a piscar de novo. Você nem se atreve a ir se limpar ainda, primeiro porque você tem que ficar ali marinada na porra, sentindo toda essa lambança. segundo porque, de qualquer forma, ele vai te pegar de novo e te deixar lotadinha outra vez. E sinceramente, quanto mais, melhor.
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You wait past the security curtain, the all-access badge hanging from your neck, exactly where Jooheon told you to be after the encore.
The energy is electric, music still echoing through the halls as the last of the crowd's roars fades when the door slams open.
Jooheon steps through, his skin slick with sweat, chest heaving hard from the final song. His eyes are locked on you already, like he's a man starved and you're the only thing he's craving.
Before you can even smile, his fingers wrap around your wrist, his hand hot and trembling from adrenaline as he pulls you forward.
"Jooheon, god, you were so insane out there—" you start to say before he cuts you off.
"Not here," he murmurs breathlessly, already dragging you down the hallway.
You let a flustered gasp out as you stumble after him, your heart pounding as you see his sight set onto one of the dressing room doors.
He shoves you into the room, glancing around before he locks the door, the sound of it alone making your heart race faster and your thighs clench together.
And then he's on you.
His mouth crashes into yours, all sweat and need and open-mouthed hunger, backing you against the wall.
You gasp against his lips, your hands fisting in his drenched shirt, trying to hold onto something, anything, as he devours you. He tastes like pure heat and adrenaline, kissing you like he hasn't stopped thinking about this moment since the opening ment.
He tears his mouth away only when he has to breathe, forehead dropping against yours, his chest still rising and falling like he never left the stage.
"Did you watch me?" he rasps, his voice low and rough in that way it always gets after performing.
"Every second," you whisper, "I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
He smirks, kissing you again, deep and messy.
You break again, eyes looking up at him.
"Do you want to see what it did to me?" you ask, voice barely a breath.
His eyes darken instantly.
You take his trembling hand, slow and deliberate as you keep your eyes on him the whole time. You guide it beneath the hem of your skirt. His breath catches when his fingers brush against your heat, already soaking for him.
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he rips his mic pack off and tosses it carelessly to the floor. Then he grabs your hips, spinning you around so fast you barely catch your own breath before he has you pinned up against the wall.
He crowds you from behind, chest flush to your back, his hard length pressed into your ass. His breath is hot against your neck, trembling and unsteady like he's seconds away from losing all control.
"You were like this..." he murmurs as he pushes your skirt up, fingers brushing over the damp fabric again, "...the whole time?"
You nod, biting your lip hard as he tugs your panties to the side, the cool air pulling a shudder out of you.
"I tried to control it, but...seeing you on stage?" You look back at him over your shoulder, eyes full of want. "I didn't stand a chance."
He barely dips a finger inside, just enough to feel how much you're ready for him, and he lets out a low, satisfied groan.
"Fuck baby," he breathes, chains clinking as he shoves his pants down. "You're gonna make me lose my mind."
You part your mouth, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you realize what he's about to do.
"Jooheon..." you protest even as you push yourself into him more clearly not resisting too much. "Someone could hear us..."
He huffs out a low laugh as he adjusts himself behind you, and you feel him nudge against you, biting your lip in anticipation.
"Then you better be quiet," he says, voice low as he drags the tip through your center, coating himself in you.
Before you can think, he slides into you in one hard stroke, his hands firm on your hip. Your gasp is loud and sharp before it's swallowed by his hand clamping over your mouth.
"Shh," he growls against your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe. "You were the one worried someone might hear, remember? Be good for me."
You whimper and nod, knees nearly buckling as he drives into you again with pure raw need, a broken whimper escaping you as you try to stay quiet.
One hand slides up your stomach, gripping your chest before pulling you back into him, grinding deeper and harder into you now. His forehead presses to the back of your shoulder, breath shaking, like he's trying to hold the last thread of himself together.
"Fuck—" he pants, "I told myself I'd wait until we got back to the hotel room, but..." he slams into you once, hard enough to make you cry out, "how could I?"
"Jooheon—" you gasp through his thrusts, louder than you meant to.
He groans, low, filthy. "You're gonna get us caught if you keep singing my name like that, baby."
Your whole body trembles, and he feels it. His hand drops to your clit, rubbing fast, messy circles, making your breath come through in those little broken gasps that he loves.
"Mmm, yeah, that's it...Again. Say it again," he demands, voice rough. "Say my name."
You shake your head, breath stuttering, not wanting to be loud again.
"Say it," he repeats, pushing your hips down onto him as he thrusts hard into you again.
You whimper, biting your lip to quiet yourself.
"Jooheon..." but it's soft, held back. And not what he wants.
His pace doesn't falter as he lifts one of your legs and holds it up under your knee as he continues to slam into you.
You gasp again, the new angle hitting exactly where he knows you can't stay quiet even if your life depended on it.
"Louder," he growls.
One more drag over that spot and everything in you snaps.
"FUCK! Jooheon!" you cry out, impossible to hold it back any longer.
"Fuck yes, right there, Jooheon!" you moan, not caring who hears anymore, your hands clawing at the wall uselessly as he pounds into you.
He sucks in a sharp breath, hips stuttering just once before he slams back into you, absolutely wrecked and losing it.
"There she is," he groans, voice breaking as his thrusts turn rougher, needier. "Let them hear who you belong to."
That's all it takes. Your legs shake as your orgasm tears through you, hard and fast, the sound torn out of your throat and echoing off the walls shamelessly.
He follows seconds later, hips jerking as he muffles a curse into your skin, grinding you through it until you're both trembling.
For a moment, it's just short ragged breathing hot against your neck, his hands the only thing keeping you upright. Then he presses a slow kiss to your shoulder, letting out a long exhale as he pulls out.
He turns you around to face him as he tugs your skirt back down casually, like what you both just did to this innocent dressing room was the most natural thing in the world.
He looks you up and down, a slow and smug smirk on his face as his thumb sweeps over your bottom lip that's now swollen from you biting it.
"Now go get your ass to the hotel," he murmurs, his voice possessive and promising, making heat spread through you once more.
"I'm not done with you yet."
✦ ✧ ✦ 🍯 A/n 🌙 ✦ ✧ ✦
Wrote this before I had my hand surgery and somehow it still decided to align with MX at Jingle Ball week. Between us… I don’t think that was an accident 🤭 bahaha.
Thanks for reading!! I’m new to posting on Tumblr, so any likes/comments/reblogs are very loved! 💛
will take you on a little weekend getaway to a wellness hotel
probably somewhere with mountains, maybe even with snow
intents to do nothing except soak in the pool, get a massage or a little spa treatment
will make sure you secure a double loungechair so you can cuddle & cuddle he will!!
& nap (the gentle sounds of the water hitting the edge of the pool lull you in)
on the 14th itself, you will sleep in - he might wake before you, but might as well just cuddle into you and enjoy being close
will hold you tight and occasionally place butterfly kisses wherever he can reach
once you‘re up, quiet conversations - enjoying the calmness of it all, watching the sun hit the mountain (generally i think you‘ll have a full panorama view)
the do not disturb sign is hanging from your door & thank god
because quiet conversations will turn into gentle touches, deep kisses, quiet confessions of love and some throughout love making, a lot of eye contact!!
turn up to breakfast half an hour before it‘s over, because the decision to leave the bed was a hard one (in more than one way)
you think about trying to go sledding because it looks fun & shownu giving in and going with you, bc he wants to see you happy more than anything
and it‘s fun, for a little while - until your boots are a little wet and your feet and hands are freezing, a lot of silliness but soooooo much laughter
shownu insisting on steering the sled while you hold onto him tightly
red cheeks, runny nose and shownu taking your hands between his in an attempt to warm you up
a warm drink of your choice (probably mulled wine!!) & sharing some good memories
late afternoon pool session - mostly enjoying the whirlpool and everything that bubbles - a well deserved nap before you head up for shower & getting ready for dinner
(maybe a joined shower where it‘s lots of kissing and messing with each others hair)
romantic dinner incoming!!
dessert will be consumed in your room
he orders strawberries and chocolate, before he goes for you
all in all very romantic, very relaxing and gentle
very steamy at times :))))))
minhyuk
activity date, 100% - you are not spending this day inside
will take you out for a little pottery workshop or painting ceramics
argue that your design is way prettier (even if you have no talent for it, will encourage you to keep trying and take you on more dates like this)
lighthearted conversations, a lot of laughing and playful arguments
until you smudge some paint or clay on his face after a paticular argument
then he will fight back - mostly trying to tickle you
but also if you‘re doing a pottery workshop, he will sit behind you hand guide you along and maybe you get a good look at his fingers and have thoughts
it‘s still fun, but thoughts are being thought
and sometimes you can‘t concentrate enough
after your little creative outing will take you out for a lovely little dinner, preferably in your favourite restaurant
sharing dessert!!!
on the way home he will stop at a late night flower shop and let you pick out as many flowers as you want, so you can look at the bouquet you picked and think of this day when you pass by it
romantic walk home
ONCE THE DOOR TO YOUR HOME CLOSES THO
will make sure that you put the flowers in a vase
but also, the kitchen counter is right there
and he gets a good look while your leaning forward
and well, can you blame him for brushing a hand over your back toward your bum?
and you know whats up & suddenly the thoughts from before return and well one thing leads to another
yes the kitchen counter is involved before he‘ll move toward the couch and oh well
the make out session on the couch is heated
wandering hands
first it‘s a little rough and quick, second is incredibly intimate
and and and, i‘ll leave it up to you ;)
kihyun
picks you up & comes to your door with the most beautiful flower bouquet you‘ve seen (it looks expensioso as fuuuuuuck)
has been very secretive about his plans, just told you to wear something nice & bring something elegant as well as another change of clothes
when you asked why he just went ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
and you thought to yourself what a little shit he is and how much you love him
drives you out near the sea & it‘s a little cold but a sunny day nevertheless
a walk on the beach, sitting in the sun after, he will gift you a long letter & a lovely little photobook of anecdotes to where you went over the year and it‘s sweet and adorable and you tell him you love him and he replies with „i know“ and you will hit him for that
shows you the airbnb he booked and it‘s extremely cozy, tells you to go get ready because you have a reservation
when you step out in your outfit all kihyun can think about is how much he wants to take it right off you again
bc to him you look stunning and he kisses you long, deep and passionate and you share the enthusiams bc holy hell this man looks good
after a while he will laugh a little and tell you he needs to get ready too, so you don‘t miss your reservation
if you pout a little he will give you another kiss and whisper in your ear „we can come back to this later“ and well
how frustrating
turns out the reservation is for the whole restaurant (bc he is friends with the owner)
it‘s very kdrama-esque & your like ????? are you insane???
the food is good, the conversation even better
like i do picture warm lighting some candles and it‘s all very cozy while still being fancy
holding hands over the table top, trying each others food, talking about upcoming events
kihyun will absolutely insist on feeding you a spoonful of dessert and well you can‘t really say no to that?
at some point you‘ll excuse yourself to the bathroom but not before whispering something dirty in this mans ear
and it‘s payback, because it will absolutely rile him up
mmmh the moment you come back, things go fast, like he will settle the bill and half full wine glasses will get left behind in favour of getting you home
and home you get like, the moment you stumble through the door kihyun is on you - his mouth, his hands, his body pressed thightly against yours
and your making out against the door and he will find all the little spots you like and kiss them with precision
yes, there will be a trail of clothes back to the bed and yes your in for the night of your life
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
hyungwon
this man is proposing spending the day on the couch & you agree bc tbh since the beginning of the new year things have been hectic
so valentines will consist of pulling out the couch, adding blankets and pillows to make it as comfortable as possible
it will also entail matching sweatshirts and joggers bc yes
but hyungwon feels a little guilty about it maybe not being as romantic, so in a moment of your distraction he will pretend that rose petals are confetti and spread them all over the room, it‘s a mess sure and you can‘t help but laugh which ends up with hyungwon kissing you laughing as well and being all like „appreciate my hard work“
and you‘ll be like „i am“ but also can‘t stop giggling and like you continue to prep the snacks, put on every source of indirect lighting until you‘re falling into the couch being like „i cannot wait to not move for the rest of the day“
and it‘s perfect, hyungwon puts on the notebook and you‘re like -of course-
and after you get to put on a movie and all the while hyungwon holds you in his arms and peppers you with sweet kisses when the movie is uninteresting
but you also talk, about everything and nothing
it‘s the most relaxed you both have been for a while and while the movies keep playing hyungwons hold on you grows tighter and at some point his hands wander
and if you at some point turn around and like kiss him with your hands on his chest wandering towards his neck…no one is stopping you
least of all hyungwon
he lives for the little noises that pass between the both of you
you know maybe hands get friskier and riskier and it‘s getting a little hot under the blankets
and then the doorbell rings, which makes both of you groan
„shit i forgot about that“
„about what?“
„pizza“
you laugh and send hyungwon to the door to receive it
he comes back and the tension is going dormant at the thought of food
hyungwon wiping the corner of your mouth with his thump
smirking
and soon enough the pizza is gone and your just cuddling while a movie is playing in the background
it’s a whispered conversation that soon turns into little sounds
until it ends in the most gentle spectacular love making
and it‘s slow and attentive and like it feels special
and well, you‘re definitely in for more than one round… (＾ｕ＾)
jooheon
honestly he is sooooo excited to spend valentines day with you and i feel like he wants to do all the cringy couple things
but he settles on taking you to an amusement park and if you haven’t been as excited at him so far, it will catch onto you the moment your on your way to the park
will buy both of you cute headbands and make sure your taking a lot of selfies
holds your hand and tells you how adorable you look
if you’re up for going on rides he will definitely join you (and scream a little)
definitly one for the food trucks and sweets, until it‘s almost tooo much
and bc it‘s valentines day the park as a little firework planned and when evening hits
he is all about the booths where you can win a big stuffed animal and you set your eyes on a bee and jooheon is like „i will definitely win this for you“ and your like „my knight in shining armour, fighting!“
and he tries, a lot, like he is leaving behind a decent sum and your like cheering him on
but at some point he gets pouty and the shopkeeper is like
„no more, you‘ve tried so hard just take the bee“
and he does but he feels a little off about it, but you just kiss him and tell him how grateful you are that he tried so hard
and you say „i love you, my honey~“
it‘s like a boost of energy for him and he‘s like „i love you too, let’s go see the fireworks“
and he pulls you to a place a little away from the crowds
definitly hugs you from behind
so it‘s just you, him and the big ass bee
and he will kiss your cheek and ikyk he is like moon eyed for you and he will let you know how happy he is to be with you to have you
his rambling is so cute but you feel the need to turn around and kiss him fully and in that moment the firework starts, but you only have eyes for your man and he has only eyes for you
has your face between his hands and kisses you several times and you laugh and it feels perfect
at some point you actually watch the fireworks and lean back into him
and you‘re a little cold
but he most definitely has hand warmers that he will give to you
after some time, when you leave he will put your hand in his and put it in your coat pocket
the car ride back is carpool karaoke time
but the moment you get through the door it‘s all playful kisses and he proposes a hot bath and well
if there is a little lake on your bathroom floor it‘s not so bad
because the water is hot and you‘re very VERY relaxed…hehe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
but also jooheon knows what he is doing and it‘s like the perfect end to the night
changkyun
well we all are aware that the maknae is know for being one of the most romantic and sensual ones in monsta x
so expect a fancy dinner and some very sexy clothes
he definitely takes you out to a fine dining restaurant thats all dark inside and has nice booths where you are mostly undisturbed
it‘s nice, because you sit leaning into changkyun and because it‘s valentines he is having one hand on your waist at almost all times
and you know if the moment is right he might kiss your hand and interlace your fingers and the touch is so freaking gentle it makes your heart flutter
one of the many things changkyun is good at is making your heart flutter
also you know a kiss on the hand is never enough so when no one is looking he might as well lightly kiss up your arm ending on the line between your shoulder and neck
it does make you shiver and you might as well be placing a hand on his thight and lightly caress it and he will be like „careful now or we won‘t make it to our next destinantion“
„what if i wanted to go straight back home?“ you ask while grinning at him and he kisses you
„that would be a shame, because i have so much more planned“ and you relent and it‘s okay because some time later he settles the bill and takes you through whatever city your in to some exklusive rooftop bar and well
kyun & the sparkling city lights is all very very enticing and romantic
also i feel like there is jazz music playing and it invites you into moving a little to it and changkyun can‘t help but secretly taking pictures of you
Bc changkyun definitely has a folder of candit pictures of you and if he sets one from tonight as his lockscreen no one is there to stop him
well somehow it also ends up with him talking about all the recent music he likes and you‘ll add to the conversation and i just know something will settle with you like damn
he is your person and you interrupt him mid sentence and blurt out an „i love you“
he knows bc it‘s not the first time you said it but the smile he gives you is like 10000 watts
you want to say sooo much more but the only thing you‘re truly able to atriculate is „i love you so so much and i don‘t think that will ever change“
something softens in him, but he also can‘t help but tease
„are you proposing rn?“ and the smirk is letal
yes, you hit him in the arm for that and he is like catching your hand mid hit and pulling you closer
„i‘m gonna show you in so many ways how much i love you tonight“ and he kisses you
„i love the way you talk, the way your mouth meets mine, the way you know me so well, the way you feel in my arms and i swear“ he kisses you between every line „i swear one day i will make you mine forever“
and he steals your breath and the taxi ride home????? well it‘s a damn near thing of defiling the backseat ◕‿◕
but you make it home and he will make sure you know how appeeciated you are and maybe you‘ll spend the whole next day in bed because someone got you weak in the knees :)))))))
wonho
you can 100% expect red roses from him, probably like a 100 and you‘re like?????
how am i supposed to fit that in a vase
and he might tease a little with „the way you make everything else fit“ and you laugh and he laughs and well
wonho is a classic guy and i feel like he will take you out to the movies bc there is a rerun of 2005 pride and prejudice or some other romantic movie you like (in my mind it‘s this)
and during the whole movie he holds your hand and maybe he cries during the confession scene
you‘re right there with him and you look at each other like both with tears on your face and kind of laugh at each other bc it‘s silly and romantic
he holds your hand the whole time btw
like whenever something happens on screen or it‘s intense he will hold your hand a little tighter
and later there will be milkshakes and fries, yes he will feed it to you and it‘s cute
also will take you to a photobooth were you‘ll take silly pictures and he‘ll kiss you on at least one of them
and his smile is so wide and i feel like bc it‘s later in the evening after the movie there is not so much open anymore
but he somehow finds an old tiny bookstore and you start browsing and you make the deal to find a book for each other
when you do you don‘t show it to each other, but wonho finds one first and he has a pen with him and starts writing a little love letter on the first page
and the book he found for you is like an older edition of your favourite book and you know
you had the same thought about finding each others fav book and he loves it so much
and makes you write something in it too
promises are made to read it together some time later this week
will take you home and it‘s all very cuddly later one, i feel like despite it being very late it‘s romantic and you know it‘s quick bc it‘s late and you‘re tired
but yk morning comes and i feel like it‘s all the more romantic now
he will take his time and breakfast might be around noon (๑´ڡ`๑)
An unexpected encounter with another guest turns a quiet evening into a night of intense, shared desires, culminating in the breathless breach of your first-time surrender.
The next day Jooheon and Changkyun took you around Seoul, to usual cafes they visit and some souevenir shops. Both men were very protective of you making sure you are safe and is having fun. They entered a cute shop that was all about anime and stuff. While Changkyun and you were looking at some stuff toys, Jooheon secretly bought something for you. Then you all went back to Jooheon's apartment.
The knock came just as you were reaching for another piece of fried chicken.
Changkyun pushed himself up from the floor cushion, his socked feet sliding across the polished wood. "I got it," he said, already halfway to the door. Jooheon didn't bother looking up—he was busy picking through the side dishes, searching for the last piece of pickled radish.
The door swung open.
"Hyungwon hyung!" Changkyun's voice carried that particular warmth reserved for bandmates, the easy familiarity of men who'd spent years living out of each other's pockets. "What are you doing here?"
A tall figure stepped through the doorway, all long limbs and graceful movements. Hyungwon. Your chopsticks froze mid-air. Your heart did something complicated in your chest—a stutter, a leap, a sudden frantic drumming that seemed to echo in your ears. Because that was Hyungwon. The visual of Monsta X. The one whose photocards you'd specifically traded for, whose fancams you'd watched until your phone battery died.
He was even more striking in person. High cheekbones. Sleepy, hooded eyes that gave him a perpetually dreamy expression. Broad shoulders under a simple black sweater.
"Manager said you were in town," Hyungwon said, stepping inside. "Thought I'd drop by." His gaze swept the room, landed on you. He paused.
"Oh." Jooheon set down his chopsticks, gesturing between you. "Hyungwon, this is my—" He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, long enough for you to notice. "My little sister. She's staying with me for a while."
Your face heated. You scrambled to stand, bowing politely. "Hello. I'm—"
"She's a fan," Changkyun cut in, his sly smile already spreading. "A big fan."
Hyungwon blinked. His cheeks dusted pink. "Ah. Nice to meet you."
"Sit, sit." Jooheon waved him toward the table. "There's plenty of food."
The next few minutes passed in a blur of small talk and awkward glances. Hyungwon settled across from you, his long legs folding under the low table. Every time your eyes met, he looked away first, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You couldn't stop staring. The way his fingers wrapped around his water glass. The slight furrow between his brows when he concentrated on the conversation. The way his voice rumbled low when he laughed at something Changkyun said.
Changkyun noticed your staring. Of course he did.
"So," he said, drawing the word out like taffy, "Jooheon hyung." His eyes glittered with mischief. "Should we let Hyungwon hyung see her magical skills?"
Your stomach flipped.
Jooheon chewed slowly, deliberately. His gaze found yours across the table. "It's up to her. If she wants to."
Hyungwon tilted his head, confused. "What kind of magic?"
"The best magic ever," Changkyun said, his canines flashing.
The blush that crawled up your neck felt like fire. Your fingers twisted in your lap. But beneath the embarrassment, beneath the shyness—there was something else. A spark. A thrill. The memory of last night, of two mouths on your body, of Jooheon's voice guiding you through pleasure.
"If Jooheon oppa allows me," you said quietly, your voice steadier than you felt, "I'm willing."
Hyungwon's chopsticks clattered against his bowl.
After dinner, everyone helped clean up. Changkyun stacked containers. Hyungwon wiped down the counter with careful, precise movements. You were in the middle of wiping the table when Jooheon's hand settled on your lower back, warm and grounding.
"Go wash up," he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. "And wear the outfit I bought you earlier. The one from the anime shop."
Your breath caught. You'd seen him slip something into his bag at the store, but he'd refused to show you what it was, dodging your questions with that infuriating dimpled smile. Now your pulse raced with anticipation.
"In my room," he added. "On the bed."
You nodded, unable to speak.
The bedroom door clicked shut behind you. On the bedspread lay a plastic package—and when you opened it, your whole body flushed hot.
A schoolgirl costume. The blouse was white with a sailor collar, but it was cropped so short it would barely cover your ribs. The skirt was even shorter, a dark pleated scrap of fabric. Thigh-high socks. A ribbon for your hair.
Oh god.
Your hands trembled as you undressed after a quick shower. The blouse slid over your shoulders, the fabric whisper-thin, your nipples already stiffening against it. No bra—the outfit made that clear, the cut of the neckline designed to expose rather than conceal. The skirt hugged your hips, the hem barely skimming the tops of your thighs. The socks came up to mid-thigh. And the panties—black lace, delicate, with a deliberate opening at the center, a frame for what lay beneath.
In the bathroom mirror, you barely recognized yourself. Pigtails tied with the ribbon. Cheeks flushed pink. Eyes bright with nervous excitement. You looked innocent and filthy all at once.
You took a deep breath and opened the door.
The conversation in the living room died the moment you stepped out.
Jooheon sat on the couch, Changkyun beside him, Hyungwon in the armchair. Three heads turned. Three sets of eyes tracked your every movement as you walked to the center of the room, your bare feet silent on the wood floor.
Jooheon's smile was slow and satisfied. Changkyun let out a low whistle. And Hyungwon—Hyungwon looked like he'd forgotten how to breathe. His lips parted. His eyes went wide, sweeping down your body and back up, lingering on the visible outline of your nipples through the thin blouse, the bare expanse of your thighs above the socks.
"Lift your skirt," Jooheon instructed, his voice calm and commanding.
Your fingers found the hem. You lifted.
The black lace panties were fully visible now, and so was the opening—the glimpse of bare, soft pink beneath the delicate fabric. Hyungwon made a strangled sound.
"Take off the panties," Jooheon continued. "Keep everything else on."
You hooked your thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down. They slid over your hips, down your thighs, pooling at your ankles before you stepped free. The cool air kissed your exposed pussy.
"Now," Changkyun said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, "throw them to your Monsta X bias."
Your blush deepened impossibly. But you smiled—a shy, innocent smile that didn't match what you'd just done—and tossed the black lace panties directly into Hyungwon's lap.
He caught them reflexively. Stared at them. His knuckles were white where he gripped the fabric.
Changkyun whooped. Jooheon laughed, deep and warm.
Hyungwon opened his mouth, closed it. His eyes lifted to yours, dazed and hungry. Changkyun took the panties from Hyungwon's lap and put straight to his hose. "Hmm… Smells like roses," he said.
Changkyun rose from the couch, circling behind you. His hands landed on your shoulders, his body a solid warmth at your back. His lips found the curve of your neck, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive skin below your ear. You shivered, your head tilting to give him more access.
"Come on," he murmured against your pulse point.
His hands guided you forward, steering your steps until you stood directly in front of Hyungwon. The taller man looked up at you, swallowing hard. Up close, you could see the way his pupils had blown wide, the slight tremor in his hands where they rested on the armrests.
"Sit," Jooheon said from behind you.
You didn't need to be told twice.
Straddling Hyungwon's lap, your bare pussy pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans, you felt the heat of his body through his shirt. His hands hovered uncertainly at his sides, like he didn't know where to put them. Like he was afraid to touch.
You leaned in, your lips brushing the shell of his ear.
"You're so handsome oppa," you whispered, feeling him shudder beneath you. "You've been my favorite since I was young."
Your fingers found the top button of his shirt. Undid it. Then the next.
"I used to watch your fancams for hours."
Another button. Another inch of smooth, warm skin.
"I never imagined I'd get to meet you like this."
His chest was sculpted, lean muscle shifting under pale skin. Your palms flattened against his pectorals, feeling his heart hammer against your ribs.
Then you reached for the hem of your blouse and lifted it, exposing your breasts completely.
Hyungwon's breath left him in a rush.
"Touch me oppa," you said softly.
His hands came up slowly, reverently, cupping the soft weight of your breasts. His fingers were long—pianist fingers, elegant and careful. He squeezed gently, testing, and a small sound escaped your throat.
"He's shy," Changkyun observed from somewhere to your left. "That's cute."
You grabbed Hyungwon's head, tangling your fingers in his dark hair, and guided his mouth to your right nipple.
The first touch of his tongue was tentative, a barely-there flick. Then he sealed his lips around the peak and sucked, and the sensation was so sharp and sweet that you arched into him with a gasp.
Changkyun didn't wait for an invitation. He knelt beside the armchair, his mouth finding your other breast, and his suction was anything but tentative. Hard, demanding pulls that made your pussy clench around nothing. Two mouths. Two different rhythms. Hyungwon's gentle, exploratory licking and Changkyun's relentless pressure, his teeth grazing just enough to make you cry out.
Your head fell back. Your hips rolled forward, grinding your bare cunt against Hyungwon's jeans, desperate for friction. The rough denim caught against your clit and you moaned, shameless.
"How does she taste?" Jooheon's voice came from somewhere in the room, thick with arousal.
"Sweet," Changkyun mumbled against your skin.
Hyungwon released your nipple with a wet pop, his eyes hazy. "Really sweet."
"Enough." Jooheon's hands closed around your waist. He lifted you off Hyungwon's lap like you weighed nothing, carrying you toward the bedroom. "Bring him," he told Changkyun over his shoulder.
The bed was cool beneath your back. Jooheon laid you out in the center of it, then spread your arms and legs wide, positioning you like an offering. You were completely exposed—pigtails fanned on the pillow, blouse rucked up under your armpits, skirt flipped to reveal your bare, glistening pussy.
Changkyun dragged Hyungwon into the room and positioned him on your right side. Changkyun took the left. Both of them looked down at you, their chests heaving, their eyes dark.
Jooheon knelt between your spread thighs. He pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee. Then another, higher. His mouth traced a slow, torturous path up your inner thigh until his breath ghosted over your folds.
"You're so wet already," he murmured.
His tongue flattened against you.
The moan that tore from your throat was obscene. Jooheon licked you in broad, deliberate strokes, parting your folds, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your hips jerked, but his hands pinned you down, keeping you spread open and helpless.
Then two mouths descended on your breasts.
Changkyun took the left, Hyungwon the right. They sucked in tandem, their hands roaming your ribs, your stomach, anywhere they could reach. Hyungwon's long fingers pinched your nipple while his tongue worked. Changkyun scraped his teeth over the sensitive peak before sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
The pleasure was too much. Too many sensations at once, building and crashing and building again. Your hands fisted in the sheets. Your back arched off the mattress.
Then Hyungwon went higher, he leaned in close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath, he locked eyes with you before pulling you into a hot, passionate kiss.
"Please," you heard yourself begging, the word dragged from somewhere deep in your chest. Your words being drowned a little from Hyungwon's kisses. "Please, oppa—"
Jooheon lifted his mouth from your pussy, his chin glistening. "Please what baby?"
"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I need—" Another moan cut you off as Hyungwon bit down gently. "Please. I'm ready. I'm so ready."
Jooheon sat up, his expression serious. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." You were nearly sobbing with need. "Please. I want you inside me. I want to feel you."
Something shifted in his eyes—a decision made. He positioned himself between your legs, spreading your thighs wider. You felt the head of his cock press against your entrance, hot and slick with your arousal.
"She's so pretty," Changkyun breathed, his gaze fixed on the space between your legs. "Look at her, hyung."
Hyungwon looked. His eyes went wide.
Your pussy was hairless, pink, visibly clenching around nothing. Jooheon's cock—thick, curved, the tip flushed dark—pressed against that tiny opening, and the contrast was obscene. He looked enormous compared to you. Impossible.
"It's her first time," Changkyun told Hyungwon, his voice hushed with something like reverence. "She's a virgin."
Hyungwon's sharp inhale was audible. "Seriously?"
"Keep her relaxed," Jooheon instructed them, his voice strained. "Keep touching her."
The mouths returned to your breasts. Hyungwon sucked harder, his hand sliding down to grip your thigh. Changkyun's fingers rolled your nipple in time with his tongue. Both of them watched—couldn't stop watching—as Jooheon began to push inside you.
The pressure was immense. A stretching, burning fullness that made you gasp and grip the sheets tighter. Jooheon moved slowly, so slowly, each inch a battle between your body's resistance and his determination.
"Breathe," he murmured. "Just breathe, baby."
You breathed. In, out. Your body adjusted, opening for him.
Halfway in, the stretch became too much. A sharp, tearing sensation made you scream—pain and pleasure twisted together so tightly you couldn't separate them. Your inner walls clamped down around him, and Jooheon stopped, his jaw clenched, sweat beading at his temples.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No." The word came out fierce, certain. "Don't stop oppa please. Don't you dare stop."
He didn't pull out. He pushed deeper.
Another inch. Another. Your pussy stretched around his thickness, your body making room for him where there had been none before. Hyungwon's hand found yours, his fingers lacing through yours, squeezing. Changkyun murmured praise against your skin—good girl, taking him so well, look at you—and their voices wrapped around you like a safety net.
Then Jooheon's hips met yours.
He was fully inside you.
The feeling was indescribable. A fullness that went beyond physical, a completion you hadn't known you were missing. You felt every inch of him, every pulse of his heartbeat through the thick vein running along his shaft. Your pussy gripped him like a fist, fluttering and clenching, still adjusting to the intrusion.
"Fuck," Jooheon breathed. He stayed still, giving you time. "You're so tight. So goddamn tight."
"She took it all," Changkyun said, awe in his voice. "The whole thing."
Hyungwon just stared, his lips parted, watching the place where your bodies joined. The pink, stretched skin. The way Jooheon's cock disappeared into your depths. The slick shine of your arousal coating him.
"Move," you whispered. "Please, oppa. Move."
Jooheon pulled back—just an inch—and pushed in again. The drag of him inside you was exquisite. Pain still lingered at the edges, but it was fading, replaced by something hotter, sweeter, a pleasure that built with every slow, deliberate thrust.
Your moans filled the room. Jooheon's rhythm was patient at first, easing you into it, watching your face for every flicker of discomfort. But as your body relaxed, as your hips began to rise to meet his, his control started to fray.
"More," you begged. "Harder."
That was all he needed.
He fucked you in earnest then, his hips snapping forward, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, and the two mouths on them worked harder, sucking and licking in frantic counterpoint to Jooheon's rhythm.
Your climax built like a wave approaching shore—gathering strength, growing taller, inevitable. Your thighs trembled. Your moans pitched higher.
"Gonna come," you gasped. "Oppa, I'm gonna—"
"Let go," Jooheon commanded, his voice rough. "Come on my cock."
You shattered.
The orgasm ripped through you, blinding and total. Your back arched off the bed. Your pussy spasmed around Jooheon's shaft, milking him, and the sensation pushed him over the edge too. He groaned, pulling out at the very last second, and you felt the hot pulse of his release coat your skin.
Changkyun cursed. Hyungwon made a sound like he'd been punched.
Jooheon collapsed forward, catching himself on his elbows, his forehead pressing against yours. Both of you panted, sweat-slicked and trembling, your bodies still joined.
"There," he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. "Now you're mine. All mine."
You didn't have words. You just nodded, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.
Changkyun cleared his throat. "So. Does Hyungwon get a turn? Because he's been sitting here with a hard-on since the living room."
Your gaze slid to Hyungwon. He was still holding your hand, his grip tight. His face was flushed, his chest heaving. And below his waist, the evidence of his arousal strained against his jeans—long and thick, a wet spot darkening the denim where his tip pressed against the fabric.
He looked at you with something fragile in his eyes. Hope, maybe. Or fear. Or both.
Jooheon lifted his head, following your gaze. "That's up to her," he said.
Your heart was still racing, your body still buzzing from your orgasm. But as you looked at Hyungwon—shy, overwhelmed, devastatingly beautiful Hyungwon—the heat in your belly reignited. You weren't done. Not even close.
You released Hyungwon's hand and reached for his belt.
Jooheon x F! Reader | Idol x Staff
Mature | Explicit | MDNI | One-Shot
A signed NDA turns a morning show spark into a private midnight rendezvous with Jooheon.
The morning show studio was a hive of controlled chaos. Lights hummed, cameras rolled, and the air crackled with the caffeine-fueled adrenaline of a live broadcast. You stood at the center of it all, a petite figure with a voice that cut through the noise, your fingers adjusting the headset mic as you barked orders. “Camera three, tighten up on Changkyun. Audio, we’re getting feedback from the guest mic—fix it before the next segment.” Your energy was a calm, commanding storm, and everyone—from the frantic interns to the seasoned producers—reacted to it.
In the makeup chair, Jooheon watched. The blush being brushed onto his cheeks felt trivial compared to the magnetic pull of your presence. He saw you handle a segment producer who was on the verge of a meltdown—you didn’t yell. You smiled, a sharp, charming curve of your lips, and delivered a solution wrapped in wit. The producer deflated, nodding, and scurried off. To Jooheon, you were a paradox packaged perfectly: cute in your stature, confident in your dominion over this tiny, loud world. He felt a twist in his gut, a spark that wasn’t for the cameras.
During soundcheck, his eyes found yours across the set. He was testing levels, rapping a few bars into the mic, his voice a low rumble in the half-lit studio. You were checking a monitor, but you felt his gaze. You turned. Instead of the shy, flustered look most staff gave an idol, you met his stare directly. A playful, knowing smirk touched your lips. You gave him a thumbs-up—not a fan’s gesture, but a professional’s approval. His breath caught. Hooked.
The interview itself was a blur of practiced answers and bright smiles. The group moved as a unit, ushered by their manager and a wall of security toward the elevators, the SUVs waiting below to whisk them to the next obligation. As they passed the wings where you were finally unclipping your headset, Jooheon “forgot” his phone. It was a deliberate, smooth move. He left it on a low shelf near the lighting cables, a spot only you would see.
He broke from the flow, a single step that bypassed his manager’s watchful eye for a split second. He walked up to you. The noise of the departing crew faded into a sudden, intimate quiet. He didn’t stutter. He leaned in—close enough for you to smell his cologne, something woody and expensive that clung to his stage clothes. His voice was low, a private sound just for you. “Thank you for taking care of us today.” A pause, his eyes holding yours. “How do I find you when the cameras are off?”
You didn’t fawn. You didn’t blush. You laughed, a soft, genuine sound. You picked up his phone, your fingers moving with the same efficient confidence you used on the headset. You typed in your Instagram handle—no name, just the handle—and handed it back. He took it, his dimples appearing in a slow, deep smile. He gave you a wink that promised trouble, a silent pact, and then he was gone, disappearing into the elevator with his group as if he’d never stepped away.
A few hours later, the notification chimed on your phone. You were in your apartment, the paperwork from the day spread before you. The account wasn’ verified. It was private, a profile picture of a blurred mountain range, zero posts.
The DM read: “It’s Honey. This stays between us.”
The afternoon dissolved into a stream of messages. His boredom in the hotel suite was palpable through the text. “They ordered room service. I’m staring at a steak I don’t want to eat.” Your own complaints about paperwork felt shared, not vented. “I have to file three different incident reports because someone tripped over a cable.” The power dynamic of idol and staff evaporated. It was just two people now, voices in a digital space, the flirtation growing warmer, more direct.
He asked what you were wearing. You told him—sweatpants, an old t-shirt. He sent back: “I’m imagining it. Better if you weren’t.”
You asked if he was always this bold. He replied: “Only when I see something I really want.”
The shift was seismic. The professional distance collapsed into a craving, a mutual need for a distraction that was far more tactile than textual.
Around 10:00 PM, the pin drop arrived. A luxury hotel downtown, a room number. The message was simple: “I have wine, peace, and a spacious room. Come over?”
No question mark in your mind. You changed. Simple black jeans, a silk camisole underneath a leather jacket. The glamour of the morning show was gone, replaced by the quiet, heavy atmosphere of late-night high-security. The hotel lobby was a cavern of marble and muted light. You took the elevator to his floor, the silence pressing in on you.
Outside his suite stood a bodyguard. Stone-faced, immovable. He didn’t say a word. Just held out a sleek leather folder.
You expected this. You were a professional, after all. You opened it, skimmed the legal jargon—confidentiality clauses, NDAs about photos, social media, disclosures. The language was cold, a stark contrast to the warm, flirtatious texts. You signed your name with a steady hand, the pen gliding smoothly. The bodyguard took the folder, nodded once, a mechanical gesture, and opened the door for you. You stepped inside.
The door clicked shut behind you, a sound of finality. The suite was vast, dimly lit by the ambient glow of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows. It smelled of expensive cologne—his—and the lingering, clean scent of expensive room service. Quiet, deep.
Jooheon was waiting. He stood by the window, having traded his stage outfit for a black tank top and soft, black shorts. The lights of New York painted silhouettes across his shoulders, his arms. He turned as you entered.
The confidence you showed on set was still there, a core part of you, but as he walked toward you, the air in the room changed. It got thick, charged, every molecule seeming to slow down. He noted that you actually showed up. His smile wasn’t the stage smile. It was slower, more intimate, tinged with a palpable satisfaction.
He crossed the space between you, his steps silent on the plush carpet. He stopped close, his dimples peeking out as he looked down at you. The height difference was there, but it felt intentional, not accidental.
“You looked dangerously charming with that headset on,” he said, his voice a low, warm ripple in the quiet room. His eyes traced your face, your lips, the line of your jacket. “But I prefer you like this. Without the noise.”
His hand rose, not to touch you yet, but to gesture around the silent suite. “Just us.”
You let your leather jacket slide off your shoulders, dropping it onto a nearby chair. The silk camisole underneath was a pale contrast to the dark room. “No noise,” you agreed, your voice steady, matching his tone. “No cameras.”
“No rules,” he added, the words hanging between you like a promise.
He reached out then, his fingers brushing your arm, a touch so light it was almost a question. The contact sent a jolt through you, a sharp, pleasant shock that started at your skin and radiated inward. You didn’t flinch. You leaned into it, a slight, deliberate movement.
His other hand came up, cupping your cheek. His thumb stroked the line of your jaw. “I’ve been thinking about this since you smirked at me,” he confessed, his gaze locked on yours. “About how your mouth looks when you’re not giving orders.”
He leaned in, his breath mixing with yours. The kiss wasn’t sudden. It was a slow approach, his lips hovering just above yours for a heartbeat, letting the anticipation build until your skin tingled with it. Then he closed the distance.
The kiss was deep, claiming, but not rough. His lips were warm, soft, and they moved against yours with a confident rhythm. His tongue teased the seam of your mouth, and you opened for him, a silent surrender. The taste of him was clean, minty, with the faint undertone of wine. His hands slid down your arms, then to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You felt the firm heat of his body through the thin fabric of his tank top, the hard lines of his stomach and chest pressing into you.
One of his hands slid lower, over the curve of your hip, down to your thigh. He gripped you there, his fingers strong, anchoring you to him as the kiss deepened. Your own hands found his shoulders, the muscles there tense and defined under your touch. You trailed your fingers up to his neck, feeling the pulse there, fast and strong.
He broke the kiss, only to breathe, his forehead resting against yours. “You feel even better than I imagined,” he murmured, his voice husky. His hands began to move, exploring. One stayed on your waist, the other trailed up your side, over the silk of your camisole. His fingers brushed the lower curve of your breast, a light, testing touch. You gasped, a small, sharp sound that filled the quiet room.
“You like that?” he asked, his dimples showing again in a smirk.
You nodded, unable to form words. The professional composure you wielded all day was melting, dissolving under the heat of his touch, the intent in his eyes.
He kissed you again, harder this time, his tongue plunging deeper into your mouth as his hand fully cupped your breast over the silk. He squeezed gently, his thumb finding your nipple through the fabric, circling it until it hardened into a tight peak. The sensation was acute, a direct line of pleasure that made your back arch slightly, pushing your chest more fully into his hand.
He guided you backward, walking you slowly toward the large, low sofa that faced the windows. The city lights became a blur in your periphery. When your legs touched the sofa, he gently pushed you down, you sinking into the soft cushions. He didn’t join you immediately. He stood before you, looking down, his eyes dark with desire.
He peeled off his tank top, a slow, deliberate motion. His torso was revealed, lean and muscular, the skin smooth under the ambient light. He knelt then, one knee on the sofa between your legs, the other foot still on the floor. He leaned over you, his hands going to the hem of your camisole.
“Let me see you,” he said, his voice a command wrapped in velvet.
He lifted the silk, pulling it up over your stomach, your ribs, until it cleared your breasts. He didn’t remove it fully; he let it bundle around your neck, leaving your chest bare to the cool air of the room and the heat of his gaze. His eyes dropped to your breasts, taking in the sight, the hardened nipples. A low groan escaped him.
He lowered his head, his mouth finding one nipple. He didn’t just kiss it; he licked it first, a slow, wet circle that made you cry out. Then he sucked, drawing the nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive tip. The pleasure was intense, a pulling, electric sensation that shot straight to your core. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping the soft strands as he worshipped your breast.
He switched to the other, giving it the same devoted attention, his sucking rhythm deliberate, intense. One of his hands slid down your stomach, over your jeans, to the button of your pants. He popped it open with a deft flick, then the zipper, the sound harsh in the quiet. His hand slipped inside, under the fabric of your underwear, and found your heat.
You were wet, soaked, and his fingers slid through the slickness with ease. He didn’t push inside yet. He circled your clit, his touch firm, knowing. The dual sensation—his mouth on your breast, his fingers on your clit—was overwhelming. Your hips bucked against his hand, a helpless, rhythmic motion.
“So ready for me,” he muttered against your skin, his words muffled by your flesh. His fingers finally pushed inside you, two of them, curling upward as they entered. They filled you, stretching you, and you moaned, a long, loud sound that echoed in the spacious room.
He fucked you with his fingers, a slow in-and-out motion that matched the rhythm of his mouth on your nipple. The coiling pleasure built in your belly, tight and urgent. You were panting, your head thrown back against the sofa, the city lights a dizzying swirl outside.
He withdrew his fingers, making you gasp at the sudden emptiness. He looked up at you, his lips wet, his eyes blazing. “I want to taste you everywhere,” he said, his voice rough.
His mouth moved lower, a slow, deliberate descent. His tongue traced a warm, wet path down your stomach, leaving a trail of fire on your skin. He paused at the button of your jeans, his fingers working the metal clasp with a soft click. The zipper hissed as he pulled it down. He slid your jeans off, his hands gentle but firm, peeling the denim from your thighs, your calves, until they were discarded on the floor. He knelt on the ground before the sofa, and you were spread wide for him, your legs draped over the cushions.
His eyes locked on yours, dark and hungry. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick. Then he leaned in.
His mouth found your core, his lips pressing against your slick heat. He didn’t rush. He explored you with his tongue, tasting you, savoring you. A long, slow lick from bottom to top made your entire body shudder. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, a teasing, precise motion that coiled pleasure tight in your belly. He loved that you were hairless, the smooth skin allowing him to feel every nuance, every tremor. He groaned against you, the vibration adding a layer of sensation that made you gasp.
One of his hands came up, his fingers sliding into you effortlessly. He fingered you slowly, two fingers curling inside you, stretching you, filling you while his mouth worked on your clit. The dual stimulation was overwhelming—the wet, rhythmic pressure of his tongue, the deep, internal thrust of his fingers. You arched off the sofa, your hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer as you moaned, a continuous, breathy sound of pure need.
He pulled his mouth away for a moment, breathing heavily. He kissed the inside of your thighs, soft, worshipping kisses that felt like promises. “You taste perfect,” he said, his voice ragged. Then he returned, his mouth more urgent now, sucking and licking with a fervor that pushed you toward the edge. Your hips moved against his face, riding his mouth, chasing the climax he was building. It crashed over you suddenly, a sharp, stunning wave of release that made your legs tremble and your vision blur. You cried out, your body convulsing against his mouth as he kept licking, gentler now, soothing you through the aftershocks.
When you finally slumped back against the sofa, breathless, he stood up. You took your cue. You sat up, your eyes meeting his. You reached out, your hand palming the hard bulge in his shorts. You felt him—the length, the heat, the firmness straining against the fabric. A low groan escaped him. You slowly pulled his shorts down, letting them fall to his ankles. He was fully naked now, his cock hard, erect, a flushed pink against the lean muscle of his body. It stood proud, glistening slightly at the tip.
You leaned forward, taking him into your mouth. He was warm, silky smooth. You tasted him, a clean, salty flavor. His hands immediately came to your head, not pushing, but guiding, his fingers threading through your hair as you moved. You sucked him, your tongue swirling around the head, then sliding down the shaft. He moaned, his hips shifting slightly. “So good,” he breathed.
But then he stopped you, his hands gently pulling your head back. “Wait,” he said, his voice strained with desire. He lifted you, his arms strong and sure, carrying you from the sofa to the large, king-sized bed in the center of the suite. He laid you down on the cool sheets, your body sinking into the softness. He climbed over you, his weight settling beside you, his eyes studying your face.
He was gentle, sensual. He kissed you again, a deep, lingering kiss that tasted of yourself and him. His hands roamed your body, mapping your curves with a reverence that felt almost worshipful. “I want to make sure you feel everything,” he whispered against your lips. He positioned himself between your legs, his cock pressing against your entrance. He looked into your eyes. “Okay?”
You nodded, pulling him closer with your hands on his shoulders.
He entered you slowly, an inch at a time, letting you feel every bit of him stretching you, filling you. The sensation was exquisite—a deep, full pressure that made you gasp. He moved in a gentle rhythm, rocking into you, his hips rolling with a smooth, patient pace. Missionary, face to face, his eyes never leaving yours. He watched your reactions, adjusting his speed when you moaned, deepening his thrusts when you arched your back. His hands held your face, your hips, anchoring you to him. The pleasure built again, a warm, spreading glow that started in your core and radiated outward.
After a while, he pulled out, helping you turn onto your hands and knees. Doggy style now. He entered you again from behind, his hands gripping your hips. This angle was deeper, more intense. Each thrust hit a new spot, making you cry out into the pillow. He reached around, his hand finding your clit, rubbing it in sync with his movements. The combined sensations pushed you toward another peak, a trembling, urgent climax that he coaxed from you with his relentless, gentle fucking.
Before you could fully crash, he shifted again. Sideways, both of you lying on your sides, your legs tangled. He slid back into you, this position lazy and intimate. He kissed your shoulder, your neck, as he moved inside you, a slow, grinding motion that felt like a secret shared in the dark.
Then he helped you straddle him. You sank down onto his cock, taking him fully inside you. You bounced on him, controlling the pace now, riding him as he lay beneath you. His hands came to your breasts, cupping them, his mouth sucking and licking your nipples with a hungry devotion. The change in power—you above him, driving the rhythm—sent a new thrill through you. You could see his face, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his dimples showing as he moaned.
This position, he said, would make him cum. His breath grew ragged, his hips lifting to meet your downward strokes. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you steady. “I’m close,” he warned, his voice tight.
You kept moving, bouncing faster, driven by your own rising need. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, and then he pulled you off him, sliding out of you just as his climax hit. He spilled over your tummy and thighs, hot and slick, his body shuddering as he released.
He didn’t stop. He pulled you back down beside him, his fingers finding your wetness again. He fingered you while you lay atop him, your head on his chest. He kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, your breasts as his fingers worked inside you, curling and thrusting. He whispered praise against your skin, his words a warm haze in your ear. The stimulation was relentless, gentle, and perfectly aimed. Another orgasm washed over you, softer than the others, a prolonged, sighing release that left you boneless and breathless against him.
You slept wrapped together in the sheets, his arms around you, the city lights fading into dawn.
You woke up extra early. The room was dark, silent. It was a work day. You had to be at the studio before 4:30 AM. He was asleep beside you, his breathing deep and steady. You didn’t wake him. You slipped out of bed, gathered your clothes, and dressed quietly in the dim light. On the hotel notepad by the bed, you wrote a simple note: Thanks for the peace. You left it on the pillow and slipped out, the bodyguard outside nodding silently as you passed.
Later that day, your phone buzzed. The private account. A new DM.
“You should’ve woke me up,” he wrote. A pause, then another message. “We have until tomorrow in NY. What are you doing tonight?”
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"NDA: The Series is a collection of one-shot stories, each featuring a member of Monsta X and a plot centered around a Non-Disclosure Agreement."
The Kpop Entertainment industry has long maintained the facade that all idols are innocent and pure; angelic entities who's hearts belong only to their fandom. At the end of the day, they're human beings with very human desires and needs. Meeting those needs while keeping airtight secrecy has been haphazard at best, even with the best people and policies in place.
After witnessing the fallout after his friends' most recent dating scandals, Stray Kids leader Bang Chan had enough of the media vultures and began devising a plan. 1 solid year of exhaustive research, a few morally questionable phone calls and meetings, and an offensively obnoxious infusion of money from the biggest companies in the game; "Escape: Chaotic" was born.
A nightclub/hotel where all idols can bring their significant others or just the flavor of the night with absolute 100% certainty of privacy.
Thanks to bloodthirsty lawyers, ex-special forces enforcers, and a "clean up crew" to keep everyone in line, you too can Escape: Chaotic
Characters will include members of Monsta X, Stray Kids, and definitely a few surprises.
Member x Female Reader orientation
Will contain smut, angst, and some action/violence. All chapters will be tagged accordingly.
