Summary: Life dating an idol means sometimes dealing with the fans who aren’t so sweet...
You were out for lunch with your boyfriend, Jooheon, when suddenly a loud shriek pierced the air.
“OH MY GOD! JOOHEON! HONEY!” a girl screamed, and you saw Joo flinch for a fraction of a second before turning around and offering the girl a little wave, hoping to satisfy her. It was too late though. She was already on her way over, scurrying as fast as she could in her heels.
“Omg omg omg I love you so much, can I get a picture with you?” The girl comes closer, the bobble on her hat bouncing as she runs.
You smile at Jooheon reassuringly, fans came with the territory of dating an idol. This was nothing new.
He nods and smiles at the girl. “Sure! What’s your name?”
She squeals a little and bites her lip. “It’s ___.”
He takes a few pictures with the girl and even gives her a hug before sitting back down in his chair at your table. “It was nice to meet y-”
“Omg, Honey I just had the greatest idea.” She cuts him off and reaches over to touch his arm. “We would be the cutest couple, can you imagine?”
You raise your eyebrows and hide your smile in your hand. This chick.
“Um...I’m sorry but I have a girlfriend - she’s right here.” Jooheon reaches over and squeezes your hand on the table. You offer the girl a little smile and wave.
The girl stares at you for a second then flips her hair. “You may be dating him, but it’s me he dreams about.” She smiles and batts her eyes at Jooheon.
You blink in surprise and Jooheon offers her a strained smile. “Ah well, um, all seven of us do love monbebe.”
“Aww I love you guys, you are so cute,” the girl pulls out a chair and sits down, pushing your purse out of the way. She puts her hand on Jooheon’s arm and looks up at him, batting her eyes. “But you love me the most, right Honey?”
Jooheon stands up quickly, almost tipping his chair in the process. “Sure.” He looks at you and cuts his eyes to the door. “You ready to go babe?”
The girl jumps up and links her arm through his. “Where are we going? The Bahamas? Oh I do hope it’s The Bahamas.”
“Not you.” Jooheon shakes her off and picks up your jacket, helping you put it on before taking your hand.
You smile at him and squeeze it while you pull your purse over your shoulder before nodding at the girl.
“It was nice to meet you,” you say politely and Jooheon quickly repeats it, offering her a forced smile before reaching for the door of the cafe and opening it for you.
“But! Wait - Honey,” the girl whines, standing up. “Think about it! Dump her, go to The Bahamas with me. I’ll show you a good time. Plus, I'm hot.” She flips her hair and begins to follow you towards the door. At this point, you had had enough.
“Please don’t follow us.” You state, stopping the girl in her tracks. “You interrupted our date and we have been more than courteous. But I think following us down the street would be taking it a bit far, don’t you think?” You quirk an eyebrow and the girl scowls.
You nod once at her and turn back to your boyfriend, tightening your grip on his hand as you begin to walk away.
“Bitch,” you hear the girl hiss behind you and you roll your eyes. You feel Jooheon tense beside you but you pat his arm reassuringly.
“Ignore her.”
“But she-”
“She’s just jealous.”
You tug him into the crowd, looking back over your shoulder occasionally to make sure the girl didn’t follow you. Eventually you relax, not seeing her pink bobble hat and dramatic eyeliner behind you. You look up at your boyfriend, realizing he hasn’t said anything in a while.
“Are you okay?” you whisper, giving his hand a squeeze as you cross the street and try to disappear further into the crowd.
“Honestly, she scared me a little bit,” Jooheon chuckles nervously, running his free hand over the back of his neck.
“Yeah, she was a little...intense.” You agreed, slipping your other hand up his arm to hold him closer.
“A little?” He snorts, tightening his grip on your hand. “I love monbebe, but sometimes...” he shakes his head and looks down at you. “Just please don’t let go of my hand.”
“Never.” You smile and stand on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Not even the craziest girl could pull you away from me.”
He breathes out a sigh of relief and relaxes, beginning to swing your clasped hands slightly.
“Good.”
You walk in silence for a moment, enjoying each others company before he speaks again.
“Why did she think I would take her to The Bahamas? And dump you for her?” He exclaims out of the blue, making you laugh.
“I have no idea. She’s crazy I guess.”
“God, I’m so lucky I have you.” Jooheon murmurs, tugging your hand to spin you to him and pull you against his chest.
“I’m lucky I have you too,” you smile back, standing on your tiptoes to press a peck to his lips. “I specifically like holding your hand.”
He laughs and kisses you again before twirling you back out and swinging your hand in his. “I like holding yours too.”
A/n: forgive me lord for i have sinned and nobody asked for this but i wanted it anyways
Word Count: 2769
Warnings: SMUT. Filth. Unprotected sex (condoms are boring in smut but please be safe everyone). Swearing.
Summary: losing your virginity to Jooheon
It had started out as a simple night out. He had called you at 2pm, asked if you wanted to walk around that night.
That was one of your things, walking around at night. Holding hands, walking through the streets, running and dancing in them if they were empty, screaming “CAR!” whenever headlights turned your way.
Sometimes it was roads you knew, where you could travel safely, find your favorite food stands, easily find your way back home.
Other times it was someplace you had never been to before and you moved more cautiously, Jooheon’s arm around your shoulders, hugging you close, as you giggled together and read the street signs, turning this way and that, until eventually, you had to call a taxi home because you were hopelessly lost.
He had shown up at your place at 7pm, when the sun was about to go down, slipping his hand in yours and tugging you down the main street, how you always started out.
On this night you ended up at a park, goofing around as the sun set, and somehow playful shoving and teasing had lead to a game of tag that ended with to your back against a tree and your hands in honey’s hair.
You moaned against his mouth as he spread your legs with one of his own and you ground your core against it, feel deliriously needy as your tongue slipped along his and you tried to bring him deeper.
His hands slipped from your waist to wrap around your hips and grab your ass, pulling you closer to him and pulling away from your mouth to latch onto your neck, leaving you gasping and pulling away from him, breathing hard.
“My place?” you asked breathlessly, and he nodded, taking your hand in his and running the other through his hair in an attempt to look somewhat presentable as you walked back onto public streets.
As soon as you get through your apartment door, he’s pushing you against the door and pulling you back to him, nipping at your mouth before going back at your neck. You’re letting him press hard open-mouthed kisses to your neck and the parts of your chest he can reach because god he just feels so good, his touch electric as he slowly slides his fingers just under the hem of your shirt, brushing your sides.
You push him back just long enough for you to pull off your shirt and following your lead he yanks off his, wrapping you back in his arms to resume his task.
You’re groaning as he feels you up, his hands grabbing at your ass, breasts, and hips, and you can’t help but do the same, running your palms against his toned body, watching your hands trail over the honey of his skin, wondering if would taste like it too.
You latch your mouth against his neck and he groans so loud you’re afraid the neighbor across the hall will hear.
“Bedroom.” You command and he nods, grabbing you by your thighs and making you jump to wrap your legs around his waist, purposeful so he can continue kissing you as he brings you towards the bedroom.
You bump into a few walls and laugh between your kisses, but eventually you make it there and he turns around and sits on the bed, you now on his lap.
He tugs at your bra and you’re topless completely in seconds, his mouth trailing down to take one pert nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. You cry out at the sensation, your fingers digging hard into his shoulders, and he groans at the way you feel as you bring one hand to tug at his hair.
“Gorgeous… you’re so absolutely gorgeous,” he moans around you, pulling off to trail his tongue between the valley of your breasts on his way to pay your other breast the same attention, cupping the one he just left and stroking over it with his thumb.
You arch your back when he bites onto the second one, keening as he rolls the sensitive nipple between his teeth, but pulling off way too soon for your liking.
He presses more kisses to your chest, wherever he can go, keeping you close to him and sweating as he toys with your body, moaning compliments and praises against your skin… how pretty your tits were, how flushed your skin was, just for him? Did you know how good your ass felt under his hands? You were so hot you were sweating and you could feel yourself soaking through your panties as he dipped his fingers into the back of your jeans, sliding them under your panties so he could grab your ass bare.
“Honey…” you pant, as he bites his way across your collarbones and kneads your ass at the same time. “I… I need to tell you something.”
His hand slides out of your jeans and cups the back of your neck as he trails his mouth lightly back over your neck to bring them back to your lips in a possessive press before murmuring against them. “Hm?”
You swallow hard and feel yourself tremble as he grinds up into you.
“Jooheon.”
He hears the tremor in your voice and pulls back immediately.
“Y/n? What’s wrong?”
He pulls his other hand out of your jeans and cups your face with both hands, halting all movements and looking into your eyes earnestly.
You take a deep breath and try to move your face out of his hands, wanting to be able to look anywhere but his face.
“I’m a virgin,” you whisper, keeping your eyes on your hands on his chest.
He gently tilts your chin up to him and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead, breathing against your hair for a moment as he tries to calm down.
“Y/n, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, alright? I’d never force you into anything. You know that, right?”
You nod and begin to play your fingers against his chest. He stops your hands, placing his own over yours.
“Right?” he emphasizes, looking at you seriously.
You look up to meet his eyes and see the determined set of his jaw and you feel yourself relaxing and give him a soft smile. “Right.”
He lets go of your hands with a breath of relief and rubs his hands over the tops of your thighs.
“What do you want to do?” he asks, giving you a soft smile.
“Can we go back to what we were doing?” you ask hopefully, reaching for him, his mouth, his hands, anything. Everything.
He shakes his head. “No,” you feel your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach.
“Oh..um, okay. I -” you stutter and start to get off his lap, but he grabs your waist, holding you there.
“I mean, no, we cannot go back to exactly what we were doing,” he nudges his nose against yours, softly asking you to look at him. “Because now that I know this is your first time, we are going to take it slow. Well, slow-er.”
He begins to run his hands over your body, almost reverently. “Let's get you out of the rest of your clothes, yeah? If you’re okay with that? I want to pleasure you properly.”
You nod, standing up quickly to unbutton your jeans, and he helps you pull them off, his hands running down the outside of your thighs.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, and you feel your face heat as he stands and kisses you slow, turning you around so he can lay you on the bed, and balances himself over you.
He’s barely touching you, skating his hands over your skin as he lets light brushes of his mouth and his breath caress your body, making you wetter as you beg for him to do more.
“Jooheon…” you whimper, pressing your fingers to his head in an attempt to get him to kiss you deeper all over, touch you harder.
“Shh…,” he soothes, brushing his lower lip over your stomach and trailing down towards your navel. “This is your first time; I need to be gentle.”
“I’m not porcelain.” You huff, digging your fingers tighter into his hair and pushing him down.
“No,” he says, finally pressing his mouth fully to the skin right underneath your belly button and you let out a moan, being deprived of his touch for so long making it feel that much better once he finally did. “No, I wouldn’t say you are porcelain… but you are my girl.”
You whimper as he presses kisses down your stomach and over your hip, heading towards your inner thigh.
“And my girl,” he nips at your thigh and spreads your legs, working his way in closer to your heat through small nips and licks of your thighs. “…is going to have a good first time.”
He punctuates that sentence by latching onto your clit and you cry out, digging your fists into his hair and gasping for breath as he begins to play.
“Oh baby…” he moans as you keen for him. “You taste so good… and you’re so pretty. Did you know that? God, you’re going to be the death of me.”
He’s spreading your thighs, holding you down, building you higher and higher, slowing down when you’re just about to reach your peak, and doing it on repeat, leaving you begging and calling honey, please over and over again.
You’re starting to expect that’ll he’ll tease you again when you begin to climb, but he changes his methods, sliding a finger into you, making you both moan.
“Oh gorgeous…” he whimpers, sliding his finger in and out of you, “you’re so tight, baby. So tight just around my finger…”
He adds another and you can’t stop yourself from clenching around him, making him growl and remove his hand, quickly getting to his knees and unbuckling his belt. You watch him, dazed and fucked out as he pulls out his length. Your eyes widen at his size and seeing him for the first time, but you also find yourself heating more.
You find your hand reaching to touch him before you can think and be embarrassed, leaning yourself up on one arm so you can reach out and trace his length with the other.
He stills and kind of looks at your hand in awe as your fingers carefully flit up him, and he swallows hard when you reach his tip and press your thumb to his head.
“Stop.” He groans and places his hand over yours to remove it.
You pull back immediately, trying to cover yourself. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean --”
He almost falls over your body, pinning you beneath him as he slides his hands in your hair and buries his face in your neck letting out a long groan.
“No baby that’s not it… your hand is just…everything,” his voice sounds strangled and he chokes out his next words. “But I want to make you feel good, and as good as your hand feels… as amazing as it feels… goddamn, it feels so good you don’t even know, gorgeous…”
You find yourself smiling as he shakes his head and grinds his hips against your core, making you gasp as you feel his length sliding against your wetness for the first time. He smirks at your reaction and does it again, leaving you mewling and clutching at his shoulders.
His voices lowers as he brushes your mouth with his own, pulling away when you raise your chin to try to capture his desperately. “But I bet your cunt feels even better.”
He leans down to sharply bite your bottom lip and lines up at your entrance when you arch to try to get him.
He grips your hips and slowly rubs his thumbs over your thighs, waiting. “You sure you want this gorgeous? You can always back out…”
“Jooheon!” You grit and lift your hips, pressing his tip to your entrance. “Just get inside me already.”
A flash of surprise flickers in his eyes before he smirks and eases himself into you, just an inch. “As you wish.”
You moan at the feel of him and he moans with you, sliding himself in more, slow inch by slow inch.
“Fuck, baby, fuck…” he moans, watching himself slide into you. “Fuck you’re so tight around me. Made for me, weren’t you, gorgeous?”
You’re whimpering once he bottoms out and he leans forward to kiss you so tenderly, concern in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers. “Are you okay?”
You buck your hips and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him hard.
He groans. “Don’t move like that, honey. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Fuck me, Jooheon. Please.” You’ve adjusted to the foreign feeling of him inside you and now that you had, you wanted him to move.
He groans and begins to slowly move his hips, grinding against your clit as he pushes in and out of you.
It feels amazing and you want more. “Faster, Joo… please baby faster…”
“Are you sure? Gorgeous, don’t tease me. I think it’s too soon…” his brow furrows with concern and he huffs as he presses into you, slowing his thrusts until you’re whimpering, wanting the pressure back. “I can’t hurt my girl.”
You reach up and cup his face in the palm of your hand, making him look at you.
“You’d never hurt me, honey. I know this.” He looks into your eyes and when you nod, he’s pulling out of you completely and flipping you over.
“You want to be fucked gorgeous?” he whispers in your ear, pulling you up to your knees and grabbing a handful of your ass. “Then fucked you will be.”
He slides back into you without warning and grabs your ass to rock you against him as he pounds into you.
You cry out at the sudden intrusion but are immediately moaning right after as the feel of him hitting you from behind takes over any other thought and all you want is more.
You moan and bury your face into the sheets beneath you, clutching at them in some desperate attempt to claim some control back over your body, but it is useless. Joohoney owns your pleasure now, and all you can do is let him have it.
His hands are kneading your ass and he’s moaning low praises over your body as you both lose yourself in the feeling. He slips one hand around your hip to your clit and you cry out when he begins to rub, leaving you keening until you’re crying out his name and coming around him.
“Oh, shit baby… shit,” he curses low, fucking you through your orgasm as his own strokes become uneven and he pulls out, painting your ass in his pleasure.
You’re panting, trying to catch your breath as you feel him pull off of you and return to rub your ass and thighs with a warm cloth, cleaning the mess.
“You were wonderful, gorgeous. So good. Are you okay?” he murmurs while he cleans you, slowly turning you over so he can press one last long and hot kiss to your mouth, his tongue swirling lazily.
He pulls you against his body, spooning you, and you pull his arm tighter around you and grin sleepily.
“Well, that was fun.” You smile and lift your hand and trace your fingers over his jaw, tilting your head to give it a kiss.
“Do you feel okay? Do you hurt?” he presses kisses to your hair, your temple, your cheek, your jaw, wherever he can reach, while his fingers flutter over your body softly searching for any sign of pain.
“I’m fine. I’m fine, honey,” you reassure, stopping his wondering hands and intertwining them with your own, pressing them against your body. “It was perfect.”
He sighs in relief and tangles your legs together, pulling you closer to him and burying his face in your hair.
“Only the best for my girl.”
You laugh out loud and squirm to turn around to face him, his hand following the curve of your hip as you do so. “Are you saying you’re the best?”
He pulls you back against his chest and kisses you firmly. “Yes.”
You giggle against his chest and cuddle in. “Lucky me.”
“Nah,” he sighs happily and traces his fingers up and down your back, luring you to sleep and planting a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Lucky me.”
