Mommy Wonho (Part 7)
Wonho x MonstaX 🌈 (WH x SN) Mature | Explicit | MDNI Wonho was working out alone in the gym when Shownu shows up.
The air in the Purple Gym was cool and sterile, the only sounds the rhythmic clank of plates and the low hum of industrial ventilation. It was late, past eleven on a Friday night. The city was alive with neon and bass, but Wonho’s world had narrowed to the iron in his hands. He needed this. Weeks of back-to-back schedules, of being “on,” had left a restless energy coiled in his muscles. He was mid-set on the bench press, veins corded in his arms, when the main door hissed open.
He sat up, wiping sweat from his brow, and felt a genuine smile break across his face. Shownu stood there, dressed in simple black sweats and a tight gray tee that strained over his broad, sculpted back. He looked just as surprised.
“Hyung?” Wonho called out, his voice echoing in the empty space.
Shownu’s stoic expression softened into a warm, familiar grin. "Hoseokie. Couldn’t stay away either, huh?”
They met halfway, wrapping each other in a firm, back-slapping hug. The scent of Shownu’s clean sweat and subtle cologne was instantly comforting. God, it’s been too long, Wonho thought, his heart squeezing with a sudden, sharp affection.
They fell into easy conversation as they worked. Shownu spotted him on the bench, his large hands a steady, secure presence. Then Wonho returned the favor, watching as Shownu’s powerful muscles bulged and rippled with each heavy deadlift. The gym filled with the sounds of their effort: sharp grunts, low moans of exertion, the heavy thud of weights. Sweat dripped from their chins, soaked through their shirts, painting dark patches on the fabric clinging to every defined ridge and valley.
For over an hour, it was just them—the familiar push and pull, the silent competition, the shared understanding. It was a different kind of intimacy, one built on respect and mirrored dedication.
Finally, spent and glowing, they called it. Shownu grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “I’m heading out. I hate the gym showers.”
Wonho smirked, a playful glint in his eye. He tugged at his damp shirt. “Really? I was just about to use them. Gotta rinse off.” He let the implication hang, then turned and walked toward the locker room, throwing a glance over his shoulder. “Suit yourself, leader-nim.”
He didn’t look back. He walked into the large, tiled shower area, empty and echoing. He stripped slowly, letting his clothes fall to the bench. The air was cool on his naked skin. He stepped under the nearest showerhead, turned the knob, and a blast of hot water cascaded over him. He sighed, leaning his hands against the slick tile wall, letting the heat penetrate his sore muscles. His eyes closed.
That’s when he felt it. Large, warm hands sliding around his waist from behind. The press of a solid body against his back. The soft, thick length of a cock nestling into the cleft of his ass. Then, lips, soft and warm, pressed against the damp skin of his neck.
A shiver ran through him that had nothing to do with the water. He leaned back into the embrace, a low chuckle escaping him. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”
Shownu’s voice was a deep rumble against his ear. “How could I?” He kissed Wonho’s neck again, then sucked the skin there, his hands sliding down to grip the thick muscle of Wonho’s hips. His cock began to harden rapidly, thickening against Wonho’s assShownu’s hands slid up Wonho’s chest, his large palms cupping the hard pecs before moving to the sensitive nipples. He teased them with a practiced touch, rolling and pinching gently, drawing a low moan from Wonho. The sensation was electric, each touch sending ripples of pleasure through his body. Wonho leaned back into Shownu’s broad frame, letting the friction of their bodies stoke the heat between them.
As Shownu continued to play with his chest, Wonho began to slowly grind his ass against Shownu’s growing cock. The movement was deliberate, teasing, and oh so good. The thick length of Shownu’s erection pressed into the cleft of his ass, the pressure both maddening and intoxicating.
“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy,” Wonho gasped, his fingers digging into Shownu’s shoulders for balance as he rocked against him. Shownu’s hands never left his chest, his touch both grounding and overwhelming. Each pinch and pull on his nipples sent shocks of pleasure straight to his core.
Wonho arched back, pushing his ass harder against Shownu’s cock, feeling the slick heat of it as it dragged against him. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, every movement heightening the tension coiled in his gut. Shownu’s deep growls vibrated against his neck, the sound sending shivers down his spine.
Wonho turned in his grasp, the water sluicing between them. He didn’t speak. He kissed Shownu. They kiss was passionate and intense, an indication of how much they missed each other. Their tongues danced together. Then Wonho sank to his knees on the wet tile, his hands going to Shownu’s hips. He looked up, meeting Shownu’s dark, hungry gaze, before leaning forward and taking the head of his cock into his mouth.
It was thick, already fully erect, and he had to work to accommodate it. He swirled his tongue around the crown, tasting clean skin and pre-come, before sinking down, his throat relaxing. Shownu groaned, one hand coming to rest gently on Wonho’s head, not forcing, just holding. “Yeah… just like that,” he breathed, his hips giving a minute thrust.
Wonho sucked him with devoted focus, bobbing his head, using his hand to stroke the base. The sounds were filthy—wet sucks, choked breaths, Shownu’s ragged praise. When Shownu’s thighs began to tremble, Wonho pulled off with a wet pop, standing up.
“My turn,” Shownu murmured, grabbing the bottle of generic gym body wash. He squirted a generous amount into his palm and began to lather Wonho’s chest, his big hands working over the hard pecs, the defined abs, rubbing soap into every groove. Wonho did the same for him, his own hands sliding over Shownu’s broad, powerful back, down to the swell of his ass. They were two sculptures slick with soap and steam, exploring each other with a reverent, hungry touch.
When their cocks were both slick and soapy, Shownu pulled him close, aligning them. He wrapped a large, soapy hand around both their lengths and began to stroke. The friction was incredible—slippery, hot, direct. Wonho buried his face in Shownu’s neck, his own hands braced on those massive shoulders, as they rutted together, their soapy cocks sliding and rubbing in Shownu’s tight fist. “Fuck… Hyunwoo…” Wonho gasped, his hips stuttering.
Just as he felt the coil in his gut tighten dangerously, Shownu stopped. He turned Wonho around, pushing him gently against the wall. “Stay just like that,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Then Wonho felt Shownu’s hands on his ass, spreading him. He felt hot breath, and then the broad, wet flat of Shownu’s tongue licking a firm, slow stripe from his taint up his cleft. Wonho cried out, his forehead thumping against the cool tile. Shownu ate him out with a focused, relentless intensity. His tongue circled his entrance, then pressed inside, spearing him open. It was obscene, divine. Wonho was panting, shamelessly pushing back against that skilled mouth.
When Shownu finally stood, Wonho was trembling, his own cock aching and dripping. And then a slick, cool finger pressed against him, sliding in easily alongside the memory of his tongue. A second finger joined, scissoring, stretching him with a delicious burn. “You’re so ready,” Shownu growled.
The fingers withdrew. Then, the blunt, immense pressure of Shownu’s cockhead, nudging against him. Shownu pushed forward, slowly, inexorably, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, devastating thrust.
Wonho screamed, the sound swallowed by the rush of the shower. Shownu was huge, stretching him wider, fuller than he’d ever been. He filled him completely, a perfect, burning anchor. For a moment, Shownu held still, letting Wonho adjust, his body trembling with the effort of control.
Then he began to move. Deep, powerful, piston-like thrusts that drove Wonho forward against the wall with each slam. His pace was relentless, each stroke dragging brutally over Wonho’s prostate, making white light flash behind his eyelids. Wonho was sobbing, a stream of broken praise and pleas falling from his lips. “Yes—right there—don’t stop—fuck, Shownu—”
Shownu’s grip on his hips was iron, his own grunts animalistic and low. His thrusts grew harder, faster, losing their rhythm in pursuit of his own peak. With a final, guttural roar, he slammed home and held, his body shuddering as he pumped his release deep inside Wonho in hot, pulsing jets.
He stayed buried for a long moment, panting against Wonho’s shoulder. Then, gently, he pulled out. He turned Wonho around, pulling him upright. Before Wonho could even process the emptiness, Shownu’s mouth was on his chest, sucking a nipple deep, his hand wrapping around Wonho’s neglected, leaking cock.
The sensation was too much. The overstimulation, the feel of Shownu’s seed inside him, the expert stroke of his hand. Wonho’s orgasm built like a tsunami. “I’m—I’m gonna—”
Just as the first pulse ripped from him, splattering Shownu’s stomach, the heavy shower hall door swung open with a loud creak.
Standing there, gym bag in hand, was BM. His eyes went wide, his jaw slack. He was frozen, taking in the scene: Wonho, mid-climax, shuddering as he came, with Shownu’s hand on his cock and his mouth still fastened to his nipple.
The shock on BM’s face was absolute.
