Content: Muscular Wonho fucks you soooo good missionary style it makes you come.
Type: WILD
Word Count: 1,893
This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more x female reader smut and other groups and members.
Monsta X is not a group I write about beyond the gay Wonho x Hyunwon universe of stories. But I figured I can't have them featured on the blog without also doing a straight story, so please enjoy this hot missionary style session between female reader and totally fit and muscular Wonho 😊🥵
I think it can compete with the NCT Jeno Missionary Style story which is one of my most popular story of all. What do you think? 😏 If this doesn't make you come I don't know what will 😅
Wonho follows you to your room. You lay down sideways on your bed and smile seductively at him. For a moment he just stands there, staring at you from the foot of the bed, wondering if you’ll let him do what’s on his mind.
He's in a tight t-shirt and jeans. You're in your best, sexiest dress. You can tell he isn't quite sure despite how flirty you've been all night, so you hold out your hand and motion with one finger for him to come.
It does the trick. The muscular man finally snaps out of it and believes his own eyes. He grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head, and you stare at his fit upper body with lust.
Your vagina is dripping. Your heart is pounding. Oh my god he's hot.
Wonho reaches for the front of his pants. He unbuttons and zips them open. Then he sticks a thumb inside his underwear and pushes them down, a naughty smirk while he’s teasing you and putting on a show.
Your eyes expand and you open your mouth wide. You stare at his hard dick when it’s freed. It points straight at you, lusting for your body just as much as you want it.
He returns your smile and steps out of his pants. You turn on your back and lean on your elbows, while he puts first one knee on the bed, then the other. You study is muscular physique and get ready, eagerly awaiting his arrival.
You reach out to touch his hip. The skin is smooth and firm. He slowly leans over you and you kiss, while the dick lingers in the air between you.
His hand glides up your leg and inside the dress, where he's greeted by another surprise.
“No panties?” he asks with a naughty smirk.
“No,” you whisper and look him in the eye, while you spread your knees for him and your hands slide up the sides of his hot, naked body.
His skin is soft to touch. His massive muscles feel amazing. And when he plants his lips on yours a little harder and the dick glides against your pelvic area, you shiver and close your eyes.
“Ohhh,” you tremble.
“No bra either?” he asks, when his fingers reach below your boob. He slides onto it and gives it a squeeze, feeling you up while pressing his boner against your groin in a sudden fit of passion.
You never respond to the question. You buck your hips against his, so eager for that dick to penetrate you.
The dress glides up your body while you make out. Your chest is exposed, and Wonho lips jump down to it.
When it reaches your neck you lift your upper half slightly. Wonho pulls the dress over your chest, and finally all the way over your head. You lay naked and exposed below him, when his hands run up and down your sides and lovingly sucks your nipple.
“Haaahhh,” he exhales loudly, the desire in him strong.
“Mmm,” you moan when he sucks and licks your skin, and your hands glide down his back. “Mm, mmm, oh yeah.”
Wonho rocks his body back and forth. He skillfully thrusts his hips while you touch and squeeze his smooth ass. The dick slides up and down your stomach, until he reaches in between your bodies and grabs it.
“Ahhh!” you exclaim when the head spreads your soaked folds open. “Mmm, yeah!”
Wonho's face returns to yours. You make out while the head lingers in the opening, inside but not quite all the way.
His muscles tense as he holds himself up. Then he relaxes his body and sinks down, and the thick shaft slips all the way in.
His dick fills you up which makes you pant then hold your breath. You feel it stretch you wide, and the wet pussy lubricates it. Finally you exhale deeply, breathing into Wonho's mouth, while his groin is pressed down against yours.
“Mmm,” he whispers in your ear. “Fuck you feel good.”
His words make you smile. You tilt your head back while he licks your neck, and explore his back with your hands. He's so big, so broad, so fit you can hardly contain yourself.
You buck your hip to match his movements. He lifts and lowers his ass slowly up and down, filling you up and fucking you passionately. You roll your hips for him and quickly find a common rhythm.
His body feels warm and comforting, his muscles safe and protective. He kisses your chin and cheeks while the heat builds, and sticks out his tongue to meet yours.
Your mouths play together while your hands keep stroking and squeezing. You feel every bit of each other's bodies, tightly embraced and closely connected on the bed.
You run your feet over his legs. You spread your thighs wide each time you push your hips up and he thrusts into you, and tighten their grip around Wonho's which are thick and broad, each time your ass sinks down into the mattress.
You move in complete harmony, slow-fucking for several hot minutes. The man is hotter and has more control over his body than any you've ever been with before, and when he's inside you it's like the world outside seizes to exist.
Wonho is incredibly turned on by you too. The dick throbs each time your wet pussy licks it, and when he feels your hips or breasts his heart is replenished with desire.
His lustful motions become larger and faster. You rest a hand on his ass and feel it tense and release with each passionate thrust. Then he pulls himself up on his elbows, looks down at you with desire in his eyes, and abruptly attacks your lips with his.
This time, the make-out session is wilder and more intense. Your movements are faster and filled with sexual longing. Wonho picks up the pace further and you stop moving altogether, as his hips and huge thighs clap against your groin, and the dick rubs your clit in just the right angle.
Wonho begins to breathe heavily on top of you. “Ahh, ahh, huuh, huuh,” he heaves while your bodies bounce on the bed.
“Mm, mm, mm, mm!” you exclaim each time the dick is pushed deep inside you.
“Huuh, huuh, huuh, huuh!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!”
“Ahhh, ahhh, ahh, ah, Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
The bed shakes violently, the frame slamming against the wall.
“Mm! Mm! Mm! Yeah! You fuck so good Wonho!”
He pushes himself even higher by planting his palms next to you on the mattress, and straightening his long arms. You open your eyes wide and stare down his wide chest and defined abs, while holding on to him for dear life.
You scream toward the ceiling while squeezing Wonho tight. The big dick is rock hard and pleasures your clit perfectly, and the orgasm you've just reached is so intense you roll your eyes back and throw your head around on the bed.
Wonho watches you come. Then he shuts his eyes hard and focuses on the sensation of your tight vagina clutching around his shaft. It feels incredible and he can't hold it in any longer.
He suddenly pushes hard on the bed and sits up on his knees. Your legs slide down his sides and the dick is abruptly pulled out. He grabs the shaft while you quickly raise your head, and jerks it fast between your legs while your orgasm is still going.
“Oh, yeah, come for me baby,” you encourage him.
Wonho doesn't respond. His face is twisted while he jerks his dick fast, furiously flapping his hand over your groin.
He's holding his breath. A drop of sweat trickles down his forehead and you notice that his skin is glistening. The room is filled with the sound of him beating his meat, until he goes over the edge and exhales loudly.
“Ahhhhh!” he moans. “Ah, Ah, MM-MM, FU-UUUUCK!”
He jolts forward which makes your whole body shake and bounce on the bed. He grips your thigh hard and digs his fingers into your skin. Then the dick erupts, and cum shoots out across your stomach.
“Ahhhhh!” he repeats, his face a hot mess.
You close your eyes and twitch when hot liquid lands on your breast. Then his fingers let go of your leg and he leans in, and quickly finds a boob to squeeze it.
You arch your back and buck your hip in his direction. He feels your stomach, side and chest while he gradually slows the movements of his hands. A final wave of sperm trickles out onto the back of his hand, and his face turns from tense and twisted to relaxed and droopy.
He lets the dick go and comes crashing down, a hand still on your breast. You gently stroke his warm back and feel his mushy ass, while he heaves and pants into your neck.
You start to giggle when his breath tickles your skin. He tries to smile but can't, too spent to be able to move. His body weights heavy on yours but it feels nice, and you hold him close in your embrace.
“Fuuuck,” he exhales near your ear. ”You're freakin’ amazing.”
The words make you smile. “So are you,” you whisper and kiss his cheek.
He sticks a hand and arm under your body and holds you close. You arch your back one more time, pressing the full length of your body against his. Finally, when he's regained some strength, he half ways sits up and pulls you with him in his strong arms.
You giggle as you fly up, and end up in his lap while he's on his knees. You look at each other and kiss, lovingly making out while your hot bodies rub together. His dick is going slack and rests against your pelvis, and your own high has faded to the point that you can fully appreciate how sweet the man really is.
“Mm, I love you so much,” he says in between soft kisses.
“I love you too,” you whisper and wrap your arms around his neck.
You stay like this for several minutes, gently making out while the sweat on his body dries. Then Wonho lifts you up from his thighs to free himself, and throws himself backwards on the bed.
You follow and lay next to him, and put an arm around his chest. You feel it slowly but deeply moving up and down, his lungs still working hard to settle his body and mind.
You turn your heads and your eyes meet, and you both burst out in big grins.
“You're amazing babe,” he repeats and plants his lips on your forehead.
“So are you,” you say and feel his pounding heart and firm pecs.
Then you let your hand slowly glide down his front, over the abs and down between his legs. You casually grab the slack dick and squeeze it, while Wonho closes his eyes and grunts.
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warnings: established relationship, dom! kihyun, slight brat! reader, piv, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap up), hair pulling, slight choking?, doggystyle, praise & degradation, pet names/name calling (baby, good girl, brat, slut) reader and kihyun have sex in minhyuk’s apartment.
summary: teasing kihyun all day finally proves it has its limits. (porn with loose plot)
pairing: afab!fem! reader x non-idol! kihyun
rating: MDNI
networks: @k-vanity
a/n: i apologize if there's any errors! I quickly proofread this and edited it. this was a request!! i hope you like it
The afternoon sun filters through Minhyuk's living room windows, casting warm light across the gathered friends sprawled on couches and chairs. You're perched on the armrest beside Kihyun, laughing at something Jooheon just said, but your attention keeps drifting to the hand resting possessively on your thigh.
It started innocently enough…or so it seemed to everyone else. Kihyun's thumb drawing lazy circles against the fabric of your jeans, a touch that could pass as absent-minded affection. But you know better. You know the deliberate pressure, the way his fingers occasionally squeeze, sliding just a fraction higher before retreating.
"You okay?" he murmurs, leaning close under the pretense of reaching for his drink. His breath ghosts across your ear, and you suppress a shiver.
"Perfect," you reply sweetly, turning to meet his gaze with innocent eyes that don't match the way you shift your weight, pressing your thigh more firmly against his palm.
His eyes darken for just a moment. A flash of warning that sends heat pooling low in your belly, before he's turning back to the conversation like nothing happened.
This has been going on for hours.
It started in the kitchen when you arrived, Kihyun's hand on the small of your back as you greeted Minhyuk. Normal enough, except his fingers had slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, calloused fingertips dragging against bare skin in a way that made your breath catch. When you'd glanced back at him, he was smiling at something Minhyuk said, perfectly composed, like he wasn't making your pulse race.
Two could play that game.
You'd brushed past him to grab drinks, letting your ass graze against his crotch. The contact brief, plausibly accidental. The sharp intake of breath you'd heard behind you was deeply satisfying.
Throughout the afternoon, it escalated. His hand on your knee during a movie, sliding higher until you had to press your thighs together. Your fingers trailing down his arm when you leaned over to grab snacks, nails dragging just enough to make him tense. His lips at your ear during a loud burst of laughter from the group.
“You're being a brat today." He murmured.
Your bit your lip and looked up at him through your lashes. "I don't know what you mean."
The muscle in his jaw had ticked, and fuck, you loved getting under his skin.
Now, as the conversation flows around you, Kihyun's hand moves again. This time, his fingers trace the inseam of your jeans, a feather-light touch that makes you acutely aware of the ache building between your legs. You've been wet for the past hour, and from the knowing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, he knows it.
You lean into him, lips brushing his ear as you pretend to whisper something casual. "You're playing a dangerous game."
"Me?" His voice is low, amused. "Baby, you've been teasing me all fucking day."
The profanity, quiet as it is, sends a thrill through you. Kihyun's always composed in public, always the gentleman. But you can feel the tension radiating off him, the barely restrained control.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," you say, pulling back with a innocent smile.
His eyes flash. The hand on your thigh tightens, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp softly. "Careful," he warns, voice barely audible. "Keep pushing me and see what happens."
Your heart hammers in your chest. You've never done this before. Never pushed each other like this outside the privacy of your bedroom. The thrill of it, the risk of your friends noticing is making everything feel electric.
Shownu suggests ordering food, and everyone starts debating options. You shift to stand, intending to grab your phone from your bag, but Kihyun's hand shoots out, gripping your wrist.
"Stay," he says, and there's an edge to his voice that makes heat flood through you.
You sit back down, and this time when his hand returns to your thigh, it's higher, bolder. His pinky finger brushes against the seam of your jeans right over your pussy, and you have to bite back a whimper.
"Kihyun," you breathe, a warning and a plea all at once.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asks, voice perfectly casual even as his finger presses more firmly, rubbing in a slow circle that makes your thighs clench. "You look flushed. Are you feeling okay?"
You're going to kill him. Or fuck him. Maybe both.
"I'm fine," you manage, but your voice comes out breathy.
Minhyuk glances over. "You sure? You do look a little warm."
"Just a bit hot," you say quickly. "Maybe I need some air."
"There's a bathroom down the hall if you need to splash some water on your face," Minhyuk offers helpfully.
Kihyun's finger presses harder, and you nearly choke. "That's a good idea," he says smoothly. "I'll show you where it is."
Your eyes snap to his. The heat in his gaze is unmistakable now, dark and hungry and barely controlled. This is it. This is the moment you've been building toward all day, all the teasing and touching and whispered words culminating in this single look that says he's done waiting.
Your pulse pounds in your ears as you nod, not trusting your voice.
"We'll be right back," Kihyun says to the group, standing and pulling you up with him.
No one seems to notice anything off as you follow him out of the living room. But the moment you're in the hallway, away from prying eyes, his hand finds yours, gripping tight as he pulls you past the bathroom, past the first bedroom, to a guest room at the end of the hall.
"Kihyun, we can't—" you start, but he's already opening the door, pulling you inside, closing and locking it behind you.
"Can't what?" he asks, and his voice is rough now, all pretense of control gone. "Can't fuck you? Because I've been hard for the past two hours watching you tease me, feeling you press against me, and I'm done pretending I can wait until we get home."
Your back hits the wall as he crowds into your space, one hand bracing beside your head while the other grips your hip. "This is Minhyuk's house," you protest weakly, even as your hands find his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your palms.
"I don't care," he growls, and then his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding.
You moan into the kiss, all thoughts of protest evaporating as his tongue slides against yours. This is different from your usual foreplay makeouts. There’s a desperation here, a raw need that has him kissing you like he's starving for it. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as he grinds against you, letting you feel how hard he is.
"Feel that?" he rasps against your lips. "That's what you've been doing to me all day, you little brat."
"Good," you breathe, and you can feel him smile against your mouth before he's kissing you again, harder this time.
His hands are everywhere. Sliding under your shirt, palming your breasts through your bra, squeezing your ass. You're just as desperate, tugging at his shirt, wanting to feel skin. This is new territory for both of you, this frantic need to have each other right now and it's intoxicating.
"Turn around," Kihyun commands, pulling back just enough to spin you toward the dresser against the wall.
You catch sight of yourself in the mirror above it. Flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, eyes dark with want. Then Kihyun is behind you, his body pressing you forward until your palms hit the dresser top.
"Look at yourself," he says, his hands sliding around to work at the button of your jeans. "Look at how fucking desperate you are for me."
You watch in the mirror as he pops the button, drags down the zipper. Your breathing is ragged, chest heaving as he hooks his fingers in the waistband and yanks your jeans and panties down in one swift motion.
"Kihyun," you gasp as cool air hits your overheated skin.
"Shh," he soothes, but there's nothing gentle about the way he kicks your feet apart, spreading your legs. "You wanted this. You've been begging for it all day with every look, every touch."
His hand slides between your thighs from behind, fingers dragging through your wetness, and he groans. "Fuck, you're soaked. How long have you been this wet for me, baby?"
"Hours," you admit, watching his reflection as he brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting you.
"Dirty girl," he murmurs appreciatively. "Getting this wet in a room full of our friends."
You hear the clink of his belt, the drag of his zipper, and your pussy clenches in anticipation. This is really happening. You're really going to fuck in Minhyuk's guest room while everyone is just down the hall.
"Eyes on the mirror," Kihyun orders, and you obey, watching as he fists his cock, stroking himself a few times. He's thick and hard, and you can see the tension in his jaw, the barely restrained control. "I want you to watch yourself get fucked. Want you to see what you look like when I make you take my cock."
"Please," you whimper, pushing your hips back.
"Please what?" He drags the head of his cock through your folds, teasing, and you could scream with frustration.
"Please fuck me," you beg, past the point of pride. "I need it, please, Kihyun—"
He slams into you in one brutal thrust, and you have to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cry. He's so deep like this, the angle making you feel every inch as he bottoms out.
"Fuck," he hisses, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "So fucking tight."
He doesn't give you time to adjust, doesn't ease you into it. He pulls back and drives in again, setting a punishing pace that has the dresser bumping against the wall with each thrust. You brace yourself against it, watching in the mirror as he fucks you, his face a mask of concentration and pleasure.
"Look at you," he groans, one hand sliding up your spine to fist in your hair, pulling your head back so you have no choice but to watch. "Look at how well you take my cock. Such a good little slut for me."
The degradation mixed with praise makes you clench around him, and he curses, hips snapping harder. "You like that? Like watching yourself get fucked?"
"Yes," you gasp, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "God, yes."
"This what you wanted?" he pants, each word punctuated by a deep thrust. "Wanted me to bend you over and fuck you where anyone could hear? Where our friends are right down the hall?"
The reminder sends a thrill of fear and excitement through you. You can hear the faint sound of laughter from the living room, and it makes everything more intense, more forbidden.
"Answer me," Kihyun demands, releasing your hair to wrap his hand around your throat instead, not squeezing, just holding.
"Yes," you moan, watching his hand on your throat, watching the way your body rocks with each thrust. "Wanted you to fuck me, wanted to feel you—oh god—"
He hits that spot inside you that makes your vision blur, and you nearly sob with pleasure. You press your lips together tightly, trying to silence yourself. Your legs are shaking, barely holding you up as he pounds into you relentlessly.
"That's it," he encourages, his other hand sliding around to find your clit. "Gonna make you cum on my cock. Gonna make you cum so hard you forget where we are."
His fingers circle your clit in tight, perfect circles, and you're already so close, wound so tight from hours of teasing that it won't take much.
"Kihyun, I'm—I'm gonna—"
"Not yet," he growls, and his hand leaves your clit, making you whimper in protest. "You don't come until I say so. You've been a brat all day, and brats don't get to come when they want."
"Please," you beg, clenching around him, trying to find friction.
"Please what?" He slows his thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in torturously slow. "Use your words, baby."
"Please let me cum," you gasp, watching yourself in the mirror. "Please, I need it, I need you, please—"
"Fuck," he mutters, and his control snaps. He fucks into you harder, faster, his fingers finding your clit again and rubbing in quick, firm circles. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock right fucking now."
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, pleasure crashing through you so intensely that your knees buckle. Kihyun holds you up, one arm banding around your waist as he fucks you through it, his fingers still working your clit, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until you're shaking and oversensitive.
"Good girl," he praises roughly. "Such a good fucking girl, coming for me like that."
You're still trembling when he pulls you up, your back against his chest, his arm tight around your waist. His other hand finds your jaw, turning your head so he can kiss you, messy and desperate, as he continues to thrust up into you.
"Gonna fill you up," he pants against your lips. "Gonna cum inside this tight little pussy and then you're gonna go back out there with my cum dripping down your thighs."
The filthy words make you clench around him, and he groans, his rhythm faltering. You can feel him getting close, his cock throbbing inside you, his breathing ragged.
"Want it," you gasp, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Want you to cum inside me, want to feel it—"
"Fuck, baby—" His hand tightens on your hip, and he buries himself deep, grinding into you as he comes with a choked groan. You feel the hot pulse of his release, filling you, and it triggers another small orgasm that has you gasping his name.
He holds you there, both of you panting and trembling, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he catches his breath. Slowly, carefully, he pulls out, and you can feel his cum starting to leak out of you.
"Holy shit," you breathe, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
He laughs, a breathless, satisfied sound, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. "Yeah. Holy shit."
Reality started to creep back in. you're in Minhyuk's guest room, your friends are down the hall, and you just had the most intense sex of your life.
"We should..." you start, but you're not sure how to finish that sentence.
"Get cleaned up and get back before they notice we've been gone too long," Kihyun finishes, already reaching for the tissues on the dresser.
He helps you clean up, gentle now in a way that makes your heart squeeze. This is what you love about him. The way he can be rough and demanding, making your core flood. Then tender and caring the next, making your heart ache.
Once you're both presentable again, jeans buttoned and hair smoothed, he cups your face and kisses you softly. "You okay?" he asks, searching your eyes.
"More than okay," you assure him, smiling. "That was..."
"Incredible," he agrees. "Terrifying and incredible."
"Think anyone noticed?"
He glances at his phone, checking the time. "We've been gone maybe ten minutes. We're probably fine."
You take a deep breath, trying to calm your still-racing heart. "Okay. Let's go back."
He unlocks the door, checking the hallway before pulling you out. You make it halfway back to the living room before Minhyuk appears, carrying empty bottles toward the kitchen.
"There you are!" he says cheerfully. "Feeling better?"
"Much better," you manage, hoping your face isn't as flushed as it feels. "Just needed a minute."
"Cool. Food's here, by the way."
As he passes, Kihyun's hand finds yours, squeezing gently. You squeeze back, a secret smile playing at your lips.
This definitely won't be the last time you push each other like this. But next time, maybe you'll make it home first… just maybe.
Scenario: You go to Jooheon's studio to rescue him from another all-night producing binge when it somehow turns into the moment you both stop pretending you're "just friends."
This is a continuation of About Time Pt 1 - definitely read before (:
Mood: Friends to Lovers • Playful Banter • First Time • Tender Dom Jooheon • Slow Burn • Studio Vibes
Word count: ~4.2k
Your lips part, a soft breath escaping you as you hear his words. His tone, the way he says it, the way his fingers dig into your hips like he's afraid you'll run away if he doesn't.
"Take care of me?" you repeat quietly.
He hums softly, smirking as his eyes flick to your mouth again, his thumb brushing your jaw. "Mhm," he murmurs. "If you'll let me."
You huff out a breathy laugh, shifting in his lap despite the heat that's crawling up your neck.
"And...what does taking care of me look like exactly?" you ask, tilting your head. "Gonna boss me around, bring me food, make me take a shower too?"
His smirk deepens, grip tightening on your hip.
"Nah," he says, shaking his head. "I was thinking since you're so good at doing all those other things, I'd do something else instead."
He nudges you down onto him, slow and deliberate, letting you feel exactly what he means.
Your breath hitches, but you push down anyway, meeting him as your hips roll over him intentionally.
"Well," you say, biting your lip. "I am a visual learner, so..."
Your eyes drift to his bare chest, and you place your hands on his shoulders as you lean closer, your lips hovering above his.
"Why don't you show me?" you whisper.
A slow smile spreads across his face.
"Oh, I will," he says, voice amused, eyes flicking to your lips, "I'm just waiting for your permission."
You laugh softly, shaking your head as you lean in, kissing him. This time, the kiss is slower, less frantic, and more deliberate. Your thumbs brush over his cheeks as you deepen it just enough before pulling back.
You stay hovering over his lips, hand still cradling his face as you meet his eyes.
"Then..." you murmur, smiling. "Permission granted."
The grin barely has time to form on his lips before he moves, tipping you back onto the couch with a soft laugh, like he's been waiting for this moment.
His mouth finds yours again, kissing you deeply. Your lips part softly as you feel his hands slide on your shirt over your bare skin, your fingers threading through his hair as his mouth moves down your neck, pressing cruelly soft kisses down its path.
He lifts you up, pulling your shirt up and over your head in one smooth motion. You feel your cheeks warming as his eyes drag over you, taking you all in.
"You can't look at me like that, Honey," you say playfully, but there's a hint of real shyness in your voice.
He laughs, the sound low and deep, shaking his head. He leans back, sitting on his knees so he can really look at you properly.
"I absolutely can," he says, amused. "You said so, remember?"
He hovers back over you, his hands sliding back to your waist, and he kisses you again. Slow, unhurried, like he has all the time in the world.
When his thumb brushes your side just under your bra, you let out a soft sigh you didn't intend to, the breathy sound giving away just how right this all feels.
You feel him smile against your mouth as he hears it before his hands are sneaking up your back, fingers brushing over your bra hooks.
"Still okay?" he murmurs into your ear.
You nod, laughing softly.
"Yeah," you say. A slight smirk spreads. "Don't stop now."
He matches your smirk, fingers working to unhook your straps, and he slides your bra down your shoulders. He tosses it onto the pile of his dirty clothes that were already on the floor when you got here, his gaze dragging over your chest.
You feel yourself shift, one arm coming up to cover yourself out of habit, but he reaches out and grabs you before you can, shaking his head with a quiet laugh.
"Uh uh," he murmurs. "No hiding."
He takes your wrist and brings your hand to his lip, pressing a kiss to it.
"God...look at you," he murmurs, eyes dragging back over you slowly. "You're perfect, you know that?"
Your stomach does that flip again, and you part your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He chuckles, pressing one more kiss to your hand before releasing it and moving closer, his hands sliding down your sides to rest at your waist.
"Speechless again?" he whispers, kissing your neck before his mouth moves down to your collarbone.
You try to laugh, but it comes out more like a breathy whimper, his mouth on your skin making it impossible to focus on anything else.
"I'm not speechl—"
The words die quickly as you suck in a sharp breath, his tongue sliding along the curve of one of your breasts now at the same time one of his hands drifts down low across your stomach.
He looks up at you then, an innocent look on his face.
"What was that?" he asks smugly.
You huff out a laugh, playfully swatting at his chest. "You're such an ass."
He laughs too, his dimples sinking deep.
"You love it," he says confidently.
You scoff, rolling your eyes, but your hands stay on him.
"Unfortunately," you say, smiling despite, "yeah...yeah, I do."
The next thing you know, he's pulling you back into him, laughter turning into straight heat as his mouth crashes against yours.
His hands slide down your body again, fingers on your waistband, and you lift your hips for him. Your lips are still tangled in a mess of clumsy, breathless kisses as he pulls them down and climbs back over your body.
He breaks away from your mouth only to move down, lingering to give attention to both breasts, your back already arching into him like it knew it was always meant to.
"I've wanted to touch you like this for so long," he murmurs as his mouth moves down your body, kissing the skin just above your navel.
You let out a soft breath, watching him. "You could've touched me like this a long time ago," you breathe.
He chuckles against your skin, the vibration going straight through you as you feel his tongue trail now down to the edge of your panties.
"I guess I shouldn't waste anymore time then, huh?" he murmurs before he lifts the edge up, your hips lifting for him again as he pulls them off.
You're bare for him now, completely exposed. The way he looks up at you between your legs makes your thighs tense without trying, like your body already knows exactly what's coming.
"Damn right," you say, breath shaky despite the challenge in your words. "You did say you'd take care of me now."
"That's right," he smirks, voice low as he takes one finger and drags it through your center just barely.
Your breath hitches, hips bucking instantly at his touch.
"Fuck," you murmur, and he chuckles, the sound dark but amused.
"You're dripping," he says, looking down and then back to you. "Is that because of me?"
You smile as you recognize your own words being said back to you, but before you can respond, he pushes his finger in all the way, slowly curling just right.
You let out a breathy moan, mouth falling open as you forget how to speak for a moment. The way he moves, the way he watches you. Like he's memorizing every twitch, every sound, every breath you let slip out. It's intoxicating.
"Oh my God," you manage to choke out, grasping the sheets. "Honey—"
He chuckles low under his breath, one hand coming up to your stomach, pressing you down— not rough, just enough so you can feel him.
"Relax," he murmurs. "I got you."
And then he's adding a second finger, stars exploding behind your eyelids as his thumb presses firmly on your clit now, starting to rub in slow circles.
Before you know it, he's taking you over the edge, your whole body arching as you come hard around his fingers until you're a whimpering, panting mess.
He pulls his fingers out, kissing back up your body.
"You still with me?" he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
You laugh breathlessly, nodding as your heart races. You open your eyes to look at him, and when you see him staring back at you, you feel something snap.
You need him. More. All of him. Now.
You pull his face back down to you, kissing him sloppily and deeply, your hands fumbling as you try to pull the towel on his waist loose.
He chuckles at your eagerness, helping you slip it off of him and adding it to the clothing pile.
"I guess that's a yes," he murmurs.
You push him onto the couch now, eyes drifting down to see him fully, and your mouth parts when you do. He's...well, he's way better than anything you've ever imagined. So much better.
Heat curls low in your belly, and you move slowly to straddle him. His hands find your waist like it's the most natural thing in the world as you settle into his lap.
You can feel him brushing up against you now, no space left to hide anything, and you look down at him.
"I need you," you breathe, voice barely contained as you shake your head. "No more waiting."
His eyes darken, grip tightening on your waist.
"I'm right here," he says quietly. "Let me."
You nod quickly, and that's all the answer he needs.
His arms wrap around you as he guides you back onto the couch, settling over your body between your legs. He pauses, looking down at you.
"You sure you're sure?" he asks one more time, "because once I cross this line—"
You cut him off.
"You always do this," you laugh breathlessly.
His brows lift. "Do what?"
"Overthink. And talk," you say, pushing your hips forward ever so slightly, your eyes full of want as they meet his.
"When you could just shut up and touch me."
His mouth twitches as he lets out an amused laugh, biting the inside of his cheek, like he's fighting the urge to say something smart back, but knows better by now.
"Yeah, you're right," he murmurs. "You always are."
His hands tighten at your waist, not gentle now, more certain.
"But if you keep talking big like that?" he adds, eyes darkening. "I might have to find something else for that pretty mouth of yours to do."
Your mouth falls open, actually stunned in the best way. The look on his face, that smug and knowing gaze, just makes it worse. Better. Like he's fully aware of what he just did to you, and it makes you ache for him more.
He grabs under your hips and pulls you in closer, quick and sharp. You gasp as you feel him nudge himself against you, but you still can't form words to respond.
"That's three times now, baby," he smirks, as he drags the tip of him through you. "Speechless...once again."
He pushes inside you slowly before you can think, your breath catching as you feel him fill you completely in one deep thrust.
He groans as he starts to move, his movements intentional and deep. When your voice finally comes back, it's soft and breathless. Small, unguarded moans and whimpers that you don't try to stop now.
"Joo—" you breathe, fingers digging into his forearms.
His expression shifts instantly, one corner of his mouth curving.
"There you are," he murmurs.
Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper like your body knows what it needs. His forehead drops to yours, lips brushing against each other, breaths tangling as the weight of him presses into you, sure and steady.
The rhythm you two find isn't rushed— it's deliberate, intentional. It feels inevitable, like something that's been waiting for years for the right moment to finally exist, and the moment is here now. And you both know you're never going back.
Your nails dig harder into his skin, and you can feel him twitch inside you at the pressure.
"Fuck, baby," he says through gritted teeth. "You feel...you feel exactly how I knew you would. Like coming home."
You whimper at his words. Home...god. That's what he's always been to you, and neither one of you knew just how bad you needed it.
You meet his thrusts and chase that friction that has your head spinning already. When his hand slides lower, you suck in a sharp breath of air as his thumb starts to circle your clit in time with his thrusts, that perfect pressure building low in your stomach.
"Don't stop," you gasp out, eyes rolling back. "Please, don't stop."
He laughs, the sound low as he leans in, lips brushing yours between words.
"Wasn't planning on it," he breathes, his pace picking up.
He kisses your temple, your jaw, your neck, anywhere he can reach while his hips never stop moving, bringing you closer to the edge as you babble off half-formed words against his collarbone.
"I'm—oh fuck, I'm so close—" you gasp, voice cracking as your thighs start to shake.
He growls softly as he leans down, arms sliding around you and lifting you effortlessly, taking you with him as he sits back against the couch now.
The change steals your breath again, a soft whimper escaping as the shift makes everything feel closer, deeper.
You wrap your arms around his neck as your hips move with slow and deliberate rolls that have him grasping your waist like he's barely holding himself together.
"Yeah, just like that," he murmurs as his head falls back against the couch. "Take what you need from me."
And you do.
You chase after every ounce of friction, every spark of heat burning through you. The new angle has him hitting a spot you didn't even know existed, his hands on your waist grounding you in the moment with him, the look on his eyes telling you that he really does have you.
You whimper, clinging to him like your life depends on it. He shifts himself down on the couch just enough so he can thrust into your movements more, his thumb returning to your clit, and the added pressure does it.
The rest blurs together, his name on your lips, your breath hitting hard against his shoulder, the way he holds you steady and certain as you come undone in his arms.
He follows soon after, buried against you, anchoring you both there. You stay tangled together, foreheads pressed, neither one of you quite ready to move just yet. You're still catching your breath when you feel him smile.
"You still alive?" he asks, and you huff out a laugh, only able to nod.
He smirks, lifting his brows with a familiar smug look on his face.
"No words, huh?"
You squint at him immediately and lift a finger, chest still rising quickly.
"Don't you dare, Lee Jooheon."
He grins, his smile all dimples and danger as he shrugs.
"I'm just saying," he says, clearly enjoying himself, "It's happening a lot lately, you becoming speechless because of me and whatnot."
You groan, letting your head fall to his shoulders.
"You're impossible," you mutter, still catching your breath.
He chuckles under his breath, his hands rubbing your lower back.
"Mhm," he hums, "but you know that."
That makes you smile, head lifting, and you look at him for a moment. Your hand comes up to his face, thumb tracing along the curve of his cheeks.
"Yeah," you say, voice hoarse. "I do."
He leans in, kissing you soft and slow, like he's savoring it before he pulls back, a mischievous look coming across his face.
"You gonna stay on me all night?" he asks, hands resting on your waist.
"I mean, I won't protest..." he winks, shifting intentionally. "Just might get a little messy."
You glare at him, but there's no real heat to it because you realize your legs are screaming and there really is a mess beneath you, so you need to move.
"I'm getting off because I want to, not because of your little comment," you say.
He chuckles as you start to move, helping you off of him and steadying you. Your legs start to protest when there's a knock on the studio door.
You freeze. He freezes.
"Jooheon?" a familiar voice shouts from the other side. "You alive in there?"
"Oh my God," you breathe.
"Shit," he murmurs at the same time.
You scramble for your clothes, nearly tripping over yourself as panic starts to kick in.
"That's Minhyuk," you hiss, "Why the hell is Minhyuk knocking on your door right now, Jooheon?!"
"I don't know," he whispers, slipping on his dirty hoodie and tossing you your shirt.
"This is your fault," you add, yanking it over your head.
He shoots you a disbelieving yet amused look. "How is this my fault?"
Another knock.
"Open the door, man! I'll be quick."
You glare at him, still fumbling around to find your shorts in the mess of his studio floor.
"If you hadn't locked yourself in here for a week and made the whole group chat freaked out, this wouldn't be happening."
You smack into the corner of the coffee table and hiss a curse under your breath.
He snorts, way too amused.
"Where the hell are my shorts—wait," you pause, shooting him a look. "Are you laughing right now?"
He grins at you unapologetically.
"Just a little," he says as he nods to a spot just under the couch where you see your shorts peeking out from.
You scoff, grabbing them and yanking them on. He just shakes his head amusingly as he starts towards the door.
"I'm coming!" he yells out.
You grab his wrist as he walks past you, voice hushed.
"Wait, wait, wait," you say, "should I hide in the bathroom or something?"
He chuckles, eyes roaming over you.
"The bathroom? What, you gonna crawl out the window next?" he asks.
"Jooheon," you say sharply.
"Kidding, kidding," he laughs. "Just be normal."
He turns for the door before you can argue.
Minhyuk grins when the door opens.
"Ah! There he is," he says, clapping his hands. "I was starting to think you maybe fused with the mixing board or something."
He steps inside, still talking nonchalantly, when he spots you.
"Oh," he adds casually. "Hey! You did come to save him. Wasn't sure if you would be able to."
Your breath freezes, but Minhyuk nods at you like this is all perfectly normal, grabbing one of the take-out containers still on the coffee table and sinking back onto the couch.
That couch.
You and Jooheon exchange knowing looks with each other slowly, a corner of his mouth twitches, and you have to look away to stop yourself from smiling.
"So," he continues, already digging in, looking back at Jooheon, "you know how you were late to practice the last like two days because of—" he gestures vaguely to the studio, "—all this?"
As Minhyuk's talking, you realize you haven't done anything about the state of your hair. Your hand flies up without thinking, smoothing it down.
"Well," Minhyuk says, "Kihyun's pissed and now making ME pay your late fees, so we really gotta figure something out, man."
He takes another bite, but then he pauses.
His eyes flick from you...to Jooheon... to the clothes on the floor... back to you again.
He chews once and hums.
"...Okay," he finally says, tilting his head as he leans forward, elbows on his knees. "Why does it feel like I just walked in on something I wasn't invited to?"
"Because you did," Jooheon says immediately.
Your mouth falls open, hand flying out to swat his arm.
"Jooheon!" you scold.
Minhyuk blinks a few times, surprise all over his face.
"Well damn," he says slowly, leaning back. "I didn't know you guys were like... ya know."
"We're not!" you add immediately.
Jooheon chuckles and glances at you, shrugging.
"We kinda are."
You shoot him a glare, mouth open at the audacity of how blunt he's being, even though you can't lie to yourself, it's also hot as hell.
"No," you quickly add, "I mean, we didn't do—"
"We did," Jooheon interrupts, nodding to the couch where Minhyuk is sitting.
"Right there, actually."
"JOOHEON!" you practically shriek, swatting at him again with wide. horrified eyes.
He just laughs, catching your hand this time, and pulling you closer into his side without hesitation, like he's already made up his mind that this isn't something worth hiding, so why bother.
You let out a breathless laugh despite, shaking your head as you feel yourself melt into him.
Minhyuk looks down at the couch. Then back at you again and over to Jooheon.
"Oh," he says, standing up a little too fast.
"Wow. That is... not exactly what I meant by coming to save him from his producer zombie mode, but..." he shrugs, lips twitching at the corners, "whatever works, I guess."
You can't help but laugh. Jooheon does too, squeezing your hand with a grin as he lifts his eyebrows at you.
Minhyuk claps his hand once decisively, grabbing the take-out container again.
"Okay!" he says, walking towards the door. "I'm gonna go and let you two get uhh... back to work then."
He points to Jooheon as he reaches the door, turning around to face him.
"Honey. Kihyun. Practice. I am not paying your late fees again. Figure it out."
Jooheon salutes him with a mock stern look on his face.
"Yes, sir," he says.
Minhyuk shakes his head, rolling his eyes playfully while muttering something about how there's "never a dull moment" as he walks out the door.
The door shuts, and there's silence for a moment. Your hand's still in Jooheon's, his grip firm and tight, not questioning. Your stare lingers on your hands, heart still pounding in your chest as you try to process everything that's happened in the past twenty minutes.
"So," you say finally, eyes flicking to the door Minhyuk just walked out of, "you just kinda told Minhyuk that we're a... thing."
He doesn't hesitate, nodding.
"Yeah, I did," he says. "And then some."
You let out a breathy laugh.
"You know, most people ease into this type of reveal," you say.
He laughs, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in.
"Yeah, well, I think we both know by now that I'm not most people," he murmurs, voice low.
You look up at him, smirking.
"Clearly," you say fondly. "Did you see his face when he realized what we had just done on that couch, though?" you laugh into his chest. "You didn't have to traumatize him."
He barks out a laugh, shaking his head.
"Oh, please, traumatize him?" he says. "That was just a little taste of payback. He probably enjoyed it."
You roll your eyes, looking down at your hands still in his for a moment before you say anything else. Then you look at him, more serious this time.
"What are we doing, Jooheon?"
He hums thoughtfully, like he's actually pondering over it.
"Well," he says, "if you're asking what we were doing..."
"Jooheon," you groan, swatting at his chest.
He snickers, then straightens up just enough.
"Okay, okay," he adds. "I'm sorry. What are we doing...you really want to know?
You nod.
"Duh."
"I think... we're doing what we've been doing for a while now," he admits, his fingers brushing over your knuckles absentmindedly as he talks. "We just need to stop pretending we aren't."
You huff out a quiet laugh.
"And...if we fuck this up?" you ask, trying to keep it light, but there's a hint of something real beneath it.
He exhales a soft breath, shaking his head as his hand stills on yours.
"Yeah," he says, "that's exactly why I didn't do this sooner."
Your smile falters just a bit, hand gripping his tighter.
"I knew what I'd lose if I did," he adds, "and I wasn't risking that. I couldn't."
Then he looks at you, really looks at you.
"Turns out... not crossing that line was the part that hurt worse, not the risk."
Your stomach flips, and your lips part, but he continues before you get the chance to say anything.
"And if it makes any difference to you," he says, a slow smile curving across his face. "I can't go back now. Even if I wanted to."
He leans down now, pressing his forehead against yours.
"So, let me ask you," he murmurs, "What are we doing, y/n?"
You swallow, your mind flashing over everything you've been missing. Everything you were too scared to admit you needed, everything that could be. And there's no decision to be made. A small, warm, genuine smile forms across your face.
"I think..." you say slowly but steadily. "We're done pretending."
He smiles, dimples sinking deep as his thumb comes up to grip your chin and gently pushes up so your eyes meet his.
"Yeah," he murmurs, voice low. "That sounds right."
He leans in more, lips hovering just over yours.
"And it's about damn time."
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Pt 2 was very much wanted from my spicy monbebes on IG, so I hope you guys enjoy it here too!!
I have my second (and last!) hand surgery in a little over a week, so I'm hoping I can write a couple short imagines to have to post while I'm recovering like I did with the first surgery. But if not, that's why it'll get quiet! (: thank you for the support & as always, any like/comment/reblog is very much appreciated!!
So what are your thoughts on pussy drunk I.M?? Like it would be rare but just imagine getting a glimpse of it. Him being unable to control his body or the sounds he makes,hiding his face in your shoulder whimpering about how good you feel...cumming and still wanting more,eventually overestimating himself because he keeps getting sucked back into your tight heat. Thank you for coming to my ted talk💕
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“gonna- gonna cum again,” changkyun cries, face buried in your shoulder. you don’t even have time to respond before his hips are stuttering and he’s tipping over the edge, spilling inside of you for the second time tonight.
“fuck, there’s so much,” he moans, still shaking like a leaf. “god damn it, i can feel it dripping out of you…”
you can feel it too. dripping down your ass, down his balls, onto the clean sheets beneath you. well, the previously clean sheets. you were going to have to do another middle-of-the-night load (of laundry).
you go to unwrap your legs from around changkyun’s waist but he stops you.
“not yet,” he says, “just a little more.”
you give him a look even though he can’t see your face. “a little more what? you already came twice!”
he makes an incomprehensible noise against your collarbone before lifting his head to look at you. “and i’m still fucking hard, can’t you feel it?”
his voice is hoarse, shot from all the moaning and whimpering and cursing he’s been doing all night.
“i just thought you’d be too sensitive by now,” you explain.
“i am,” he grits out, somehow still weakly fucking into you. “‘m so fucking sensitive… but i need it. fucking need you… all the time. need to feel you cumming around me, baby. i need it so fucking bad. you think you can do that for me? are you close? please tell me you’re close.”
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of pregnancy (but no actual pregnancy), mention of joo’s military enlistment
word count: ~2.1k
synopsis: you and your idol bf tenderly enjoy one more night together before his enlistment
a/n: dedicating this to my fav jooheon stan @carronpatrick 💕 hope you enjoy it 🫂 also, there’s not much of a breeding kink aspect to this, i’ve realized, so i removed that from the tagline 🙃
posted: october 7, 2023
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So here it was. The day you had been dreading ever since you and Jooheon first started dating. On top of dealing with the hardships of dating an idol—a very successful and famous one at that—you also had to deal with his leaving for military service. He reminded you of it every once in a while, and for the longest time it felt so far away. But now the day had arrived on your doorstep with no remorse, no empathy.
“Don’t look so sad,” your boyfriend tried to lighten the mood as you two sat at the edge of your bed. He had come over to spend the night with you and pick up some of his things from your apartment. He was set to leave for his enlistment two days from now, so this was the last day you had him all to yourself until he would go, “Eighteen months will pass faster than you think. And it’s not like we won’t be able to see or talk to each other.”
“I know,” you put all your energy into speaking with no sign of distress, but your voice betrayed you with a wobble. Jooheon frowned a little, resting his arm around your shoulders as you started to sniffle and tears pricked at your eyes.
“I’ll talk to you as often as I can. That’s a promise. You remember I made you that promise the first year we dated,” he reminded you of that night. Of course, the memory was engrained in your mind like a movie you had just seen yesterday—most of your memories with him were. You recalled you two sitting on the couch, sipping on some beer and eating take-out. He had just finished a media run for Monsta X’s most recent comeback, and he had finally got a night off to spend with you. The topic of his enlistment came up and brought down the mood, but somehow Jooheon always knew what to say to make you feel better.
“_________, I promise, on everything I own and love, that during my enlistment I will use any means and any time I have to talk to you, first and foremost,” even a little tipsy, with his hands jokingly on his chest and in the air (respectively), he managed to say those words so sincerely. You had no choice but to trust his words back then. And even now, you trusted him with everything you had.
“I feel so dumb for crying. It’s not like you’re leaving forever,” you wiped your eyes with the back of your hands, and the smallest smile finally cracked your lips when his laugh sounded from beside you.
“Exactly,” he said, “I’ll be back sooner than you think. And I’ll be sure to set aside lots of time just for us. Just for you,” he corrected himself, pressing a kiss to your head. When you looked up at him, his eyes softened at the redness and teariness in your own. His hand reached up to hold your chin still while he leaned down to give you a tender kiss.
It was a wonder that Jooheon always knew what to say in every situation, but especially without saying anything at all. It was like he spoke with his body language too. Because the kiss he gave you then seemed to whisper it’ll be okay. His other hand holding your waist assured you i’ll always be here when you need me, even if i’m not physically here. The way he rested his forehead against yours after pulling away said i’ll always be yours.
“When you get back-” you started speaking tentatively, and to your surprise, your words came out more confident than before, “-we’re not leaving this bed for a few days, at least. You understand?”
His brows raised and his dimples made an appearance as he chuckled. He nodded, biting his lip subtly before replying, “I was already planning on that. Make sure you have the condoms stocked when I get back.”
As he leaned in for another kiss, your hands were holding onto the fabric of his shirt, feebly attempting to keep him closer, “But I wanna feel you when you get back. Not latex.”
You tried not to smirk against his lips when you felt a low rumble from his chest into his throat.
“Fuck, don’t get me started, _______,” he whined, his hand already going back to your face. His fingers caressed your jaw as his eyes traced between your eyes and lips. Everything in him was begging to have you in that moment.
“Come on, Joo. One more time before you go?” you breathed out against his cheek in between the kisses you pressed to it.
You could feel his breathing getting heavier, and one glance at his lap let you know he was at least considering it. You tested the waters by leaning down and kissing under his jaw, his weak spot. You hummed, “Please.”
Your boyfriend merely groaned in response before he was taking your face in his hands, bringing your lips to his in an abrupt, smashing kiss. He took control easily, you always melted into putty in his hands. You molded to him in any way he manipulated you. He had eased you onto your back, your thighs at the edge of the bed as he continued to make out with you fervently.
Despite how tender and careful he was in his touches, there was an underlying, waiting sense of ferociousness. Like he was waiting for the perfect moment to unleash on you. And you couldn’t wait for the moment to come. You tried to coax it from him, using your fingers to grip at his back. You urged him closer with the rocking of your hips, with the nudging of your feet against his ass. He simply chuckled at your attempts, finding you cute when you were so desperate for him.
He whispered sweet nothings to you as you both discarded your clothing, utters of how beautiful you looked. How good you would feel. How he already couldn’t wait to come back even though he hadn’t left yet. Before the sadness could settle in you again, you were moaning at the feeling of his bare cock resting over your pelvis. His lips peppered kisses all over your chest as his hand pumped his erection in preparation for you. He smiled to himself when you started to move your hips up, quietly exhorting him to fuck you.
“Are the condoms still in the drawer?” he asked you, starting to peel himself away so he could go get them.
You stopped him, hands holding onto his biceps for dear life, “We don’t need to use them. If this is the last time we do this before you go, I want to feel you, Jooheon. Just you.”
Your boyfriend’s dick twitched, and he leaned back down to capture your lips again. He was so whipped for you. His heart skipped a beat when he felt your body pressed up against his. When he heard the sounds you made for him. When he felt how wet you were already. His fingertips swiped up your slit, and he relished in the airy moans you let out before he circled your clit.
“I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me,” he said, watching your resolve crumble beneath his touch, “It’s been so long since we did it raw.”
It was; over a year, in fact. And it nearly didn’t happen at all. The two of you were getting hot and heavy in his car one day on a road trip, and had gotten to the best part before realizing neither of you had a condom on you. After a minute of panic, you decided to say fuck it and went through with your actions anyway. But you lived in anxiety afterwards. You weren’t really nervous about getting pregnant with Jooheon’s kid, though being pregnant at all did make your stomach sink. But you were more so nervous about tarnishing Jooheon’s career and/or reputation. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you were the cause of such turmoil. Luckily, you didn’t fall pregnant, but you two swore not to do it with condom again until you were both sure that’s what you wanted to do. Now just felt right.
“I want to feel you,” you repeated eagerly, getting impatient. You could feel him lining up at your entrance, his hand still stroking his erection.
“You’ll feel me, baby. All of me.”
Boy, did you. You sucked in a breath as he sunk between your folds, filling you to the brim with his thick length. You watched his face screw up with a disgruntled expression as he felt your tight walls constrict him. He forgot how good you felt like this.
“Holy shit,” he grunted.
You smiled, urging him to start thrusting by pulling on his waist with your hands. Your nails lightly dug into his skin. He hissed while he pulled out, barely keeping his tip in before thrusting back into you slowly. His hips bucked into yours in a growing rhythm. Heavy breaths and the sounds of wet kissing surrounded you two. It was like the two of you made lustful music when you made love. That’s what it always was with him. “Fucking” didn’t sound right to Jooheon. If he was going to have sex with you, he was going to pour in every ounce of his love and appreciation for you that he could muster.
He drilled into you, but his lips were soft and smooth in the way they touched your body, wherever they could reach. He made sure to tell you how good you made him feel and how well you took him. Little did you know that it was mostly because he could feel the effect it had on you. Every touch, every kiss, every word had your insides fluttering, your pussy clenching on him as if he would disappear if you didn’t. In a way, he was going to disappear, you supposed.
“I’m going to miss you so much,” you pouted, feeling that sinking sensation in your stomach as you felt tears welling up in your eyes again.
Jooheon’s hips faltered as he made eye contact with you. His orbs began to mirror yours briefly before he pulled himself together. He continued to thrust into you, softer than before, “I’ll miss you so much more, trust me. I’m gonna think about you every second of every day. Gonna count down the minutes until I can see you again.”
“Joo,” you moaned as you felt your climax building in your lower belly. Your leg muscles were tensing up from the impending sensation.
“Baby,” he whimpered, on the brink of his own release. This was the only bad part of not using a condom; you felt too good. There was no way in hell he could last as long as he usually did. All he could do was hope that you would want round two, and maybe a round three, or four . . .
“Want you to cum inside.”
“I will,” he nodded, eyelids closing tight as he shuddered. He was so close, “Gonna take it all?”
“Mhm,” you hugged around his shoulders, drawing him close until his forehead was on yours. He pressed a haphazard kiss to your nose out of passion, and you chuckled softly.
“Fuc-“ he couldn’t even finish before he was cumming, painting your core. He shook under your touch, his strength wavering under the weight of his orgasm. “Holy shit, that feels so good. You feel so good. I wish you could feel this the way I do.”
Your head was spinning from the way he talked you through it. You could only moan out his name as you came after him, his warmth filling you up sending you over the edge, “Oh my God.”
“That’s it,” he kissed your neck, then he leaned down to hug you properly. It felt oddly nice having his body weight on you, like a comforting blanket.
You would miss this. Not just the love-making, but all of it. Him. You would miss him. It was hard enough being away from him most days due to his job, but having him be unavailable for long periods of time was going to be a form of hell. All you wanted to do was have him like this all the time. All to yourself. You wanted to be able to kiss him and hold him whenever you felt like it. You didn’t want to worry about him up and leaving at any time for any reason. You wanted to have him completely. Was it still selfishness if it was out of pure, uncontainable love?
“Eighteen months,” you didn’t realize you had said it out loud until Jooheon pulled away to regard you with a crestfallen nod.
“Eighteen months,” he confirmed. You prayed that it would be the fastest year and six months of your life.
Shownu x OC(s) | Shownu x GF x GF BSF
Mature | Explicit | MDNI
Hyunwoo secretly takes Elle to their groups' hideout.
Hyunwoo started the engine, the low rumble vibrating through the seats as he pulled out of the gym entrance. Elle sank deeper into the passenger side, her body still humming from their frantic car fuck and gym session, thighs sticky with drying cum and sweat. The city lights streaked by, but her mind replayed the way his thick cock had stretched her pussy, the forbidden thrill twisting her gut with fresh guilt. Hannah's face from dinner flashed—oblivious, trusting—and Elle bit her lip, wondering how long they could keep this up.
He glanced at her, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her knee, thumb tracing lazy circles that sent sparks up her leg. 'Not heading home yet,' he murmured, voice rough from exertion. Without explanation, he tapped his phone to his ear, speaker on. 'Hey, it's me. Place empty?'
A muffled voice crackled back—another bandmate, Elle guessed. 'Yeah, all clear. No one's crashing tonight.'
'Good. Be there soon.' Hyunwoo hung up, eyes flicking to the road as he turned toward the outskirts, away from the neon chaos. Elle's pulse quickened, curiosity cutting through the post-orgasm haze. 'Where are we going?'
His lips curved, secretive. 'You'll see.'
Twenty minutes later, they pulled into an underground garage beneath a sleek high-rise. Hyunwoo parked in a reserved spot, killing the lights. They slipped out quietly, his hand brushing her lower back as they rode the elevator to the fifteenth floor. The doors dinged open to a pristine hallway, and he led her to a door at the end, keying in a code. Inside, the condo unfolded—clean lines, all-white interiors glowing under soft recessed lights. No photos on the walls, no personal clutter; just a cozy living area with plush couches, a kitchenette, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the dark city sprawl. It sHannahled faintly of fresh linen and citrus cleaner.
Elle wandered in, kicking off her shoes, the cool tile under her feet grounding her. 'What is this place?'
Hyunwoo locked the door behind them, shrugging off his gym bag. 'Secret hangout. Me and the members bought it years ago—off the books, no paparazzi bullshit.' He met her eyes, the vulnerability in his tone pulling at her. 'Somewhere to escape.'
She raised a brow, leaning against the counter, her sports bra still damp from sweat. 'For your girls?'
He chuckled, low and warm, stepping closer. 'Not always. Sometimes just to chill, watch games, sort out group drama when shit hits the fan.' His gaze dropped to her heaving tits, then back up, heat simmering. Elle felt exposed, desired, the emotional tether between them tightening amid the lies to Hannah.
Hyunwoo peeled off his sweaty compression shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs, skin glistening. Muscles flexed as he tossed the shirt aside. 'Shower? You look like you could use one.' His voice dipped, inviting.
Heat flushed her cheeks, but she nodded, teasing edge returning. 'Yeah. Together?'
He grinned, taking her hand and leading her to the bathroom. Steam soon filled the space as hot water cascaded from the rain showerhead. They stripped fast—her jacket and bra hitting the floor, yoga pants pooling at her ankles, his sweats dropping to free his half-hard cock. Under the spray, water sluiced over their bodies, washing away the gym's grime. Hyunwoo's hands roamed her curves, soaping her big tits, thumbs circling her nipples until they pebbled hard. Elle sighed, pressing into him, her pussy aching anew despite the recent fuck.
He turned her gently, back to his chest, his cock nestling against her ass crack. Soapy fingers slid down her belly, parting her folds. He teased her clit with slow circles, dipping into her slick heat, making her gasp. 'So wet already,' he murmured, breath hot on her neck. But then his touch ventured lower, a finger tracing the tight pucker of her asshole. It clenched instinctively, pink and untouched, drawing his attention.
Elle's breath hitched, a mix of nerves and curiosity flooding her. He rubbed the rim gently, soapy and insistent, whispering against her ear, 'There's something I've always wanted to try... but Hannah won't let me.' The words hung heavy, his finger pressing just enough to hint.
She knew instantly—anal, the forbidden edge they'd skirted before. Guilt flickered for Hannah, but the intimacy of his confession, the trust he placed in her, made her bold. 'I can try... for you.' Her voice trembled, emotional layers peeling back in the steam.
Hyunwoo groaned, kissing her shoulder, but pulled back. 'Not here. Let's dry off.' He shut the water, toweling them both with firm strokes—her tits bouncing as he dried them, his cock thickening at the sight. In the bedroom, all white like the rest, he guided her to the king bed, sheets crisp and cool.
She lay back, legs spreading at his nudge. Hyunwoo knelt between her thighs, eyes dark with hunger. His mouth descended on her pussy first, tongue lapping her folds, sucking her clit with wet, slurping sounds. Elle moaned, fingers tangling in his damp hair, hips bucking as pleasure coiled tight. Then he shifted lower, tongue flicking her asshole—warm, probing, rimming the tight ring. She gasped, the sensation dirty and electric, her body tensing.
'Relax,' he soothed, sliding one finger in alongside his tongue, the intrusion burning at first. It was tighter than her pussy, gripping him like a vice. Elle groaned, a mix of discomfort and building arousal, her big tits heaving with each breath. He worked it slowly, crooking to find her spot, then added a second finger, scissoring gently. 'Fuck, so tight... feels good?'
'Yeah... more,' she panted, the stretch turning pleasurable, emotional surrender making her wetter. He pushed a third finger in, her asshole clenching around the fullness, moans spilling from her lips as he pumped them, tongue teasing her clit above.
Hyunwoo withdrew, eyes locked on hers. 'On your knees. Ass up.' Elle complied, heart pounding, face down on the pillows. He positioned behind her, cock slick with her juices, rubbing the head against her puckered hole. She struggled as he pressed in—the burn intense, her body resisting. 'Hyunwoo... slow,' she whimpered, tears pricking her eyes.
'I've got you,' he whispered, kissing her neck, nipping her earlobe. His hands reached around, cupping her heavy tits, fingers rolling her nipples roughly. The dual sensation—pain easing into fullness, pleasure sparking from her breasts—made her relax, muscles yielding. Inch by inch, his big cock sank into her asshole, stretching her impossibly wide. 'That's it... taking me so good.'
Elle groaned, the depth overwhelming, a raw intimacy binding them as he bottomed out, balls against her pussy. He held still, letting her adjust, one hand stroking her clit while the other kneaded her tit. The room filled with their heavy breaths, the city's distant hum outside, her body awakening to the forbidden fill.
“fuck, hy-“ your throat reaches a dry halt, scratching the back of your throat everytime hyunwoo hits a spot, eliciting a deep gasp from you.
at this point, you’re arched like your life depended on it, as he’s hitting a spot your boyfriend couldn’t hit. his muscles contracted around your throat as he puts you in a headlock. you’re both in your favorite position, reaching and pushing spots the both of you just explored. your cunt convulses around his length, your legs shaking and your breath hitching.
“oh? has he hit that spot before, pretty? when he fucks you like this, tell me. so i can fuck you better.”
his hair is drenched in sweat, his pupils dilating as he pounds into you, forming a ponytail in his fist as he pulls you back onto him.
“push, baby. want you to feel how deep i’m fucking you.”
your body doesn’t react, instead you fall weak, your legs going numb as you fall forward.
“don’t run from this dick baby, you wanted it, you’re getting it. push it back, doll— fuckkk, there you go.”
he groans, his hands move to land a sharp slap on your ass, one, two, three, four times.
“i’m go-im gonna cum— please.” you moaned, reaching for his hand from behind you to wrap his hand around your throat.
“so dirty, cum all over it baby. there you go, darling. there you go.”
his thrusts move to a still, as he shoots his fluids through your body, coating your walls full of his babies.
“go back to your boyfriend with my cum leaking down your legs.”
Kihyun could hardly remember how you all ended up here, but all was quickly forgotten when drowned in pleasure. And the slick warmth of your tongue sliding over his cock as it filled your gorgeous mouth was more than enough to do the job. He was hardly aware of Changkyun's presence, although the vibrations of your moans and the way your mouth somewhat rattled around his cock as you took Changkyun's dick was enough to remind him. And then his eyes reopened and he was able to again take in the filthy, lovely sight before him. God, he wanted to just lean in and cover every part of your perfect body in kisses, have his hands on every last inch of you. Fuck, was he ruined. Absolutely fallen for you now.
"So fucking tight, baby," Changkyun moaned, once again pulling Kihyun back to reality. He felt like a balloon, floating away into a beautiful blue sky, full of fictional scenarios with you that he knew would never come true, then getting yanked back down to earth, to reality. But reality was feeling more unreal with each passing second. He realized the repeated chanting of your name he was hearing was spilling from his own lips, and without warning, he's pushed over the edge, shuddering and covering your mouth in his cum. A chuckle from you pierced through the blissed out ringing that filled his ears, and his eyes refocused on your face.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry," he stumbled, fumbling for something to clean you up, feeling so guilty the second he sees your skin glistening with streaks of white, your plush pink lips glossed with his cum.
"'S alright," you giggled, your soft tongue poking out to lick your lips clean, although that was only a fraction of what painted your skin. "Just a little warning next time, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah, God, I'm sorry..."
"What, done already, Kihyun?" Changkyun teased with a dark laugh of his own, shoving his cock deeper into you, biting hard on his lip, and making you moan as Kihyun clumsily wiped at your face with the fabric of his previously discarded shirt. Holding your cheek and watching your face contort in pleasure as you got railed was driving him absolutely mad, and as desperately as he wanted to, Kihyun didn't know if he could keep going. He was afraid if he did, there would be no turning back and your friendship would be ruined forever. "Can't say I blame you," Changkyun continued. "I know how good she is with her mouth." God, that was an understatement if Kihyun ever heard one. "Just let me know if you wanna switch." Switch? Like...he could fuck you? You'd let him fuck you? Kihyun didn't know why that hadn't really occurred to him as a real possibility, but now that the cards were on the table, his lust took the reins from his logic and the words spilled out before he could even process them.
"Hell yeah I do."
That almost made Changkyun laugh out loud. "Oh, now he's confident." Changkyun stopped and pulled out, pulling your hips back to sit you back down at his side. His hand slid down your bare back, settling on your ass with a squeeze. "You hear that, baby? Now that he might get to be inside your pussy he's found his words."
You got onto all fours and crawled across the bed towards Kihyun. "No...those words have been there." You knelt in front of him and curved your hands over his shoulders. "For a long time. Haven't they?" Your question came out soft and gentle and felt rhetorical; he could tell you knew he liked you, for a while now. You brought your lips close to his but didn't let them touch, just brush slightly, feeling the electricity between you. Kihyun's breath was shaky, uncertain, but thrumming with lust all the same. "I know you think about me," you said, threading a hand through his hair and raising goosebumps over his entire body. "You wanna fuck me, Kihyun?" You whispered sensually, hoping to let him forget the other man in the room, if only for a moment.
He swallowed hard and nodded, gradually earning his confidence.
"Then do it."
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