He’d be such a gentle lover. He’d be the type of guy who would hold the back of your head up to his forehead, mouth hung open, looking at you with pure love & adoration as he moves inside you. He’d hold you so carefully through all of it too, his big hands grounding you every second like he's terrified of letting you drift too far away from him. & when you reached the peak, he’d shush you quietly, kissing your temple as you come down, his voice bringing you back down to earth with him.
“I know, I know. Breathe, baby, breathe for me. There you go. You’re so beautiful. So beautiful.”
Favorites: kissing, handholding, forehead touching, slow thrusts, body worship, carrying you around, reassuring praise, rubbing your back, holding you close after
Kihyun:
He’d be intense but passionate, the type of lover who knows what he wants & will absolutely love every second of using you to get there. He’d guide you a lot, making sure you knew how good you make him feel. He’d start off confident & in control, only to end up breathless & completely obsessed with the way you fall apart for him. The more worked up he got, the more praise would slip out naturally, like it's just impossible for him to keep it inside anymore. He’d lose control & then laugh about it, needing to soften any ounce of composure he'd just lost, pulling you close to him & catching his breath.
“Come here. Get on top, mm— yeah, now turn around. Just like that. Oh fuck… That’s perfect. You feel incredible, baby.”
Favorites: neck kissing, biting/marking, guiding/talking you through it, eye contact, overstimulation, making you look at him, possessive touching
Minhyuk:
He'd be both soft & sweet, yet able to be rough & passionate too. He’d be able to switch very easily, matching whatever vibe you’re giving him at the time. He'd love figuring you out, too, noticing which reactions make you melt vs. which make you lose your mind. One night he'd have you shaking from how gently he touched you, the next he'd have you bent against the kitchen counter laughing breathlessly because neither of you could keep control for more than five seconds.
You in the mood for slow & sensual?
"Relax for me, baby. I wanna take my time with you tonight."
Want it rough & fast?
"Oh? That's the mood you're in tonight, huh? Alright then... come here, pretty girl."
Favorites: neck kisses, teasing you, playfulness, making you laugh during, switching between rough & soft, shower sex, lazy mornings after
Hyungwon:
He’d be passionate as hell, light candles, play low music, setting the mood every time. Your touch alone would calm him. He’d be slow but calculated, needing you to feel every inch of him, eye contact, hand holding while you make love. He'd treat intimacy like its own little world, shutting everything else out the second he got his hands on you. Being with him would occasionally bring tears to your eyes, the feeling of him taking you there, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.
“You feel that? You feel how we fit together? God, you're so perfect for me… my home.”
Favorites: romantic mood, eye contact, slow thrusts, handholding, deep kisses, quiet praise, waist touches, making you come apart slowly, falling asleep tangled together
Jooheon:
He’d be so eager to please, obsessed with you in a way you never knew someone could be. Anything you’d want, he’d do it without hesitation, completely addicted to being the one who makes you feel good. He’d get hard just from kissing & he’d be so vocal too. Lots of groans, moaning, & whimpering. He’d watch you intently, every soft sound or expression that crossed your face would be noted & used, determined to make you feel good every time. He’d get completely lost in you too, kissing you between every breathless praise like he just can't believe he gets to have you like this.
“That feel good, baby? Mm, yeah, I can tell bc you’re squeezing me so tight. Damn, baby… right there?”
Favorites: watching you, praise, hearing your moans, messy kissing everywhere, making you come first, constant touching, whining when you tease him, needy cuddling afterward
Changkyun:
He’d be obsessed with you, but love it when you bite back. He’d make you work harder for it if you’ve been bratty, but he'd always cave eventually, too obsessed with you to deny you for very long. In fact, he likes to play the game almost just as much as he likes pounding you into the mattress after. Beneath the teasing though, as soon as you start to look too overwhelmed, he'd soften completely, talking you through it in that low voice that makes your entire body melt. He’d love hearing you, often encouraging you to be louder, forcing your eyes on him as he takes you to heaven & back.
“Take it, that’s it, baby. Don’t you dare hold back. Let them know who makes you feel this good."
Favorites: teasing you, forced eye contact, hair pulling, making you work for it, biting/marking, controlling the pace, hearing how loud he makes you, possessive touches, praise with a smirk, soft aftercare after intensity
Wonho:
He’d downright worship you. Your body, your mind, your soul. There wouldn't be a moment where you'd have to wonder where his heart is. Making love with him would be passionate, sweaty, clinging onto his arms, shoulders, anywhere you could reach, your nails digging & leaving red streaks in the muscles of his back, an all-consuming type of love. He'd always be determined to make you fall apart first, needing to see it, feel it, before he even thinks about himself.
"Yeah, let me feel you. Give it to me, baby. Let go, I got you. I've always got you... Damn, you look so beautiful when you cum for me."
Favorites: body worship, deep kissing, leaving scratches on each other, hearing you come undone for him, carrying you around, holding you close, sweaty aftercare cuddling
Monsta X reaction to you asking to touch their D...
during a make-out session when you haven't had sex yet.
+ Wonho
genre: smut
warning: bad language.
Pairing: MX and female reader
Shownu:
Those make out sessions have been turning into devil's behavior lately, Shownu could anticipate you feeling his member sooner or later. Your lips felt so right and there were those tiny moans you let out from time to time. Screw it, he couldn't care less about his cock being so obvious to you. The thing was you couldn't ignore it so, in the middle of the kiss, you asked to hold it. He pulled back, a string of saliva stretched between you. "Sorry, what did you sa-?"
"I wanna- I would like to grab it"
He eyed himself down, stuttered an "okay, fine" then waited until you could actully move your hand towards his clothed sex.
Minhyuk:
Unlikely Shownu, Minhyuk was fully aware that you could feel his dick hardening against your front. In the back of his head, he was almost sure that you liked it, he pressed it more because he needed a clear reaction from you. But also because that felt good as hell. Yet you surprised him with your request.
"Oh, I thought you wouldn't like to touch it" he replied.
"Minhyuk I've been feeling it for the last 30 minutes"
He jerked your hand right on top of his bulge and contemplated your fist slowly mold around his thickness.
Kihyun:
He often believes he does a good work controlling his dick. He's not the type of guy who gets hard easily but you've been making it more difficult with each passing date. You sat on him and he loose it, his hard on pocked you from under and he forgot to breath while kissing. You asked if he was feeling well and he stuttered to say he was so damn fine because you're sitting on his lap like a princess.
"I know you like it..." you admit "your body is telling me something and I'm curious to feel more of you"
You look down, your eyes stop on the side of your thigh, where his dick is prodding you, pushing against his pants.
"Baby, you can do whatever you want with my body"
Hyungwon:
You were not supposed to be making out at that time because your friends were waiting for you in the bar. You were so late, but you were having a bad hair day right in front of your boyfriend. He hugged you from behind, trying to convince you were gorgeous. He leisurely sucked on your neck then whispered in your ear that he was so attracted to you and that was what mattered.
You was ready to disagree but you felt his dick hardening on your butt. He was so into you, even when you just existed.
"I can feel your dick"
"That was not my intention, beautiful"
"Let me hold it, since I caused it"
He just nodded and smiled.
Jooheon:
Some days ago, he admited he had a hard time making out with you because of his hard on. He looked so embarassed and adorable somehow. He was concerned that would make you uneasy or something. You noticed him trying not to grind on you so you couldn't feel his stiff member. His action made you more curious about it. You pulled him closer, making him adhere to your front.
"Jooheon, let me feel you more" your voice sounded whiny in a way he had never heard before. It was clear that you wanted his cock.
So he let it press against you. His chin dropped when you slid your hand between you all to palm it through his pants. "Oh my God, y/n, you're gonna drive me crazy"
Changkyun:
This guy is very touchy, Changkyun goes a bit wilder every time you meet. Tonight he lifted your leg and held your butt as if it was his propriety. The way he grabbed you got your bodies impossibly closed. The kiss was perfection but you suddenly feels a different element poking you. You got the reminder that he had a dick after all and apparentely, it got excited about what you were doing.
"Fuck, babe. Let me touch you too" you gasped.
I.M tilted his head to the side, your hands still grabbed him by the butt and back. What could you be talking about? Then he realized it.
"No need to ask, baby doll"
Wonho:
Going to the gym was part of his routine but you asked to meet him before his exercises. That would be quick, you only needed to see his beautiful face. Though you end up devouring each other's lips while he wore the smallest shorts ever. He couldn't show up dressing like that and expect you to stay normal. Training wasn't important anymore, since he's got his sweet babe moaning in his arms.
He stopped for a while just to see you, because you smiled so good between kisses. Your gaze dropped directly to his bottom and his bulge faced you back.
"Love, is that your...?" You couldn't even say it " can I hold it?"
His eyes blinked smootly and he immediatly guided your hands there, motioning you to close your fist around it.
pairing: mx's shownu x fem!reader
word count: 883 words
synopsis: why would a hotel put a mirror on the ceiling?
!!!: mirror sex, overstimulation
a/n: saw a shownu selfie in his hotel room and there was a mirror on the ceiling. i also haven't written anything in 27346578632 years so the writing is RRRRRRUSTYYYYYY but i just needed to let this out lol and i just looooove shownu sm rn :')
Hyunwoo taps the hotel card on the lock and the door clicks open.
While he wasn’t bothered by the long drive, she clearly was. She speeds past him, releasing her grip on her luggage. It rolls off to the side and gently bumps against the wall. Her tote slips off her shoulder and falls to the floor with a thud, and she collapses face first on the bed like a sack of bricks.
Amused, Hyunwoo picks up her bag and sets it against the nightstand. This vacation is her idea, as most of their vacations are, and it follows the same pattern every time.
She’s enthralled by the idea of going anywhere just to get away from work. She swears she enjoys road trips because she loves looking out the window when they drive past bodies of water and landmarks. She seems to enjoy the first hour or two of it before she falls asleep, then wakes up grouchy because sitting in the car for hours makes her behind sore. He will ask a simple question and she scowls like he had stepped on a puppy.
While she’s sunken into the mattress, Hyunwoo tilts his head and observes the mirror mounted to the ceiling.
Why would they put one there?
His thoughts are interrupted by her whines as she turns onto her back and peers at him through heavy eyelids. His eyes dart between the ceiling mirror and her, and the dots start to connect. His curiosity arises, as does his polluted thoughts, but he tries to suppress them. He may be hot and bothered but she is just bothered, and he doesn’t want to worsen her discomfort.
“What’s the likelihood that mirror will randomly drop on us in the middle of the night while we’re sleeping?,” she asks after eons of silence.
He purses his lips to hold back laughter and crawls in beside her. “Hopefully zero.”
“What’s the point of a mirror on the ceiling anyway?”
He shrugs. “Aesthetics? Preferences?”
“What’s so aesthetic about it?”
He turns onto his side and guides his hand over her shoulder to her arm where he fixes a grip around her waist and pulls her closer. Her eyes widen at the abrupt closeness, but his gaze is fixed upon hers. “I don’t think it’s the mirror itself that’s aesthetic.”
She swallows. “What do you mean?”
One thing about her boyfriend is that no matter how much she gives, he is somehow severely depraved.
She was expecting a simple answer but knowing him, she had an inkling of where this was going to lead. Instead of a simple answer, clothes were tossed across the room and she’s pinned on her back, naked and vulnerable before her aerial reflection.
Being granted the view of what Hyunwoo sees every night makes her shy. It almost ruins the mood for her but it’s hard for her doubts and insecurities to stay alive when his mouth is doing unspeakable things between her legs.
Rather than staring back at her reflection, her eyes wander lower where she’s most distracted by Hyunwoo’s back. His muscles flex as he works his arms under her thighs and guides them over his shoulders. His lips never leave her swollen clit, greedy indulgence sending waves of pleasure through her limbs. She grows hotter as his hands run up her body and clutch her breasts. He palms them, then tweaks her hardened nipples with his thumbs. His groans rumble against her skin and she nearly loses her mind when he picks up his pace.
Perhaps he’s right.
The mirror is not the primary aesthetic.
The reflection that stares back at her is filthy imagery that is making her wetter. She is more ravenous than usual as she watches Hyunwoo lose himself between her thighs. He’s strong and beautiful, and the lesson is that she doesn’t admire him nearly enough when he’s making her feel so good.
“Oh..,” she pants, the stiffness in her thighs becoming familiar. “Fuck. Please.”
He knows.
He knows her so well.
His fingers ease inside her and she could’ve easily fallen apart right then and there. Her eyes roll shut. She yearns for the fullness but as soon as he sinks deeper, her thighs lock in around his head. His mouth and fingers are working in tandem, and she could’ve suffocated him from how hard her thighs are squeezing him.
But he doesn’t fight back. He is right where he wants to be.
His muffled grunts mingle with her desperate pleas. The man is persistent with prolonging her ecstasy, his tongue triggering wave after wave of pleasure. She tosses and turns from the sensitivity, but he proves to be much stronger.
When he is done, he hovers over her. The mess she leaves on his chin is almost embarrassing. It seems to be the opposite for him because he doesn’t spare her a second to ponder the embarrassment.
She gasps at the swift fullness. “Babe.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he groans, hands firmly gripping the back of her thighs after pushing her legs up to her chest. “But I need you so damn bad.”
She can barely see their reflection in the mirror, but that’s okay.
Her eyes can barely stay open when his desperation is playing out in slow but shallow, shallow thrusts.
A quiet weekend alone turns undeniable as buried desires between you and Hyunwoo finally break through the silence.
You wake still feeling his touch.
The sheets smell like him. That clean, woodsy masculine cologne mixed with warmth underneath. Your body aches in places you didn't know could ache, a deep soreness between your thighs that makes you clench them together under the blanket.
Morning light filters through the curtains. Gray and muted. The rain has stopped.
You lie there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling. The memory plays behind your closed eyes. His mouth. His hands. The way he looked at you like you were the only real thing in his world.
You force yourself up.
The shower is quick, almost mechanical. You scrub at your skin, trying to erase the evidence. But his scent lingers in your hair, in the hollow of your throat. You press your fingers to your lips, remembering.
The baby's room is quiet when you check. She's still asleep, her tiny chest rising and falling, her fingers curled around the edge of her blanket. You adjust the monitor and head downstairs.
The kitchen smells like coffee.
You stop at the threshold.
Ana sits at the island in a crisp white blouse, her hair pulled back, her tablet propped against a mug. She's scrolling with one hand, sipping with the other. Polished. Composed. Already ready for the day.
Shownu stands at the counter, making toast.
He's in a simple black t-shirt and gray joggers. His shoulders are broad under the fabric. He looks calm. Collected. Like nothing happened.
Then his eyes meet yours.
The air leaves your lungs.
His gaze is dark, heavy, loaded with something that makes your stomach flip. He holds it for just a second too long before looking down at the toast, his jaw tight.
"Good morning," Ana says without looking up.
You force your feet to move. "Morning."
You pour yourself a glass of water, your back to them. The silence stretches, thin and dangerous. You can feel his presence behind you, a warmth at the edge of your awareness.
"I have news," Ana says, setting down her tablet.
You turn. She's smiling, but it's the sharp, efficient smile she uses for business.
"The brand is launching a major campaign soon. We're shooting at a private estate outside the city. I'll be gone Saturday and Sunday."
Your heart skips.
"I've already called my parents," she continues. "They're thrilled to keep Rosie for the weekend. It's been too long since they've seen her."
She looks at you, then at Shownu, who hasn't touched his toast.
"You'll need to come with me to drop her off," she says to you. "My mom gets anxious driving in the city. After that, you're free until Sunday evening. Consider it a paid break."
Your mouth opens, but no words come.
Shownu clears his throat. "I have studio sessions all weekend anyway."
Ana nods, already back on her tablet. "Perfect. Everyone's accounted for."
You stand there, your glass of water cold in your hands, the weight of the next two days pressing down on your chest.
The drive to Ana's parents' house takes forty minutes.
You sit in the back with the baby, watching the city give way to tree-lined suburbs. Ana chats on Bluetooth, her voice clipped and professional. Shownu's car, a sleek black sedan, follows behind until he turns off toward the studio.
Her parents' house is warm and inviting. Her mother coos over the baby, sweeping her into her arms before you're fully through the door. Her father offers you tea, which you politely decline.
"You look tired, dear," Ana's mother says, eyeing you with maternal concern. "Go home. Rest. We've got this little one covered."
The baby is already reaching for a stuffed toy on the couch, her attention gone.
Ana kisses her cheek, quick and efficient. "I'll call tomorrow."
And just like that, you're ushered back into the car.
The drive back is silent. Ana drops you at the house without getting out. "Lock up if you leave," she says, already typing on her phone. "See you Sunday."
The door closes. The engine fades.
You stand in the empty driveway, alone.
The house swallows you whole.
Silence presses against your ears. No baby monitor static. No distant footsteps. No sharp voice on the phone.
Just you and the memory of last night.
You walk through the living room, your fingers trailing over the kitchen counter where he lifted you. The hallway where he carried you. The door to your guest room, still slightly ajar.
The sheets are rumpled. You haven't made the bed.
You look away.
The day passes in slow motion. You take a long bath, letting the hot water soften your muscles. You wash your hair. You put on a fresh oversized t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties, no bra, and you wander through the quiet rooms like a ghost.
By early evening, the light has turned golden, slanting through the windows in long amber strips.
You gather your laundry and head to the narrow room off the kitchen.
The dryer hums as you pull out the warm clothes. The scent of clean linen fills the small space. You fold methodically, your hands moving on autopilot, your mind somewhere else entirely.
The front door chimes.
You freeze.
Your heart lurches into your throat.
Footsteps. Heavy. Familiar. They move through the entryway, up the stairs, fading into the master bedroom.
The shower turns on. The distant sound of water through pipes.
You stand in the laundry room, a folded t-shirt pressed against your chest, your breath shallow.
He's home.
The water stops. Silence. Then footsteps again, softer this time, descending the stairs.
They pause.
You hear him in the kitchen. A cabinet opens. Closes. Then the footsteps resume, growing closer.
He appears in the doorway.
He's wearing only boxer shorts, low on his hips. His hair is damp, pushed back from his face. Water droplets cling to his shoulders, his chest, the hard lines of his stomach. His glorious abs. His skin looks warm in the dim light.
The laundry room suddenly feels impossibly small.
You can't move. Can't breathe.
His eyes find yours, and the air between you thickens.
"Hey," he says. His voice is low, rough.
"Hey."
The word comes out barely above a whisper.
He takes a step inside. The space shrinks further. You're backed against the counter, a folded towel in your hands, your heart pounding so loud you're sure he can hear it.
He stops in front of you. Close enough that you can smell his soap, the clean scent of his skin.
"I didn't expect you to be back so early," you manage.
"Finished earlier than I thought."
His eyes drop to your t-shirt, loose and soft, the way it hangs off one shoulder. His jaw tightens.
"Are you hungry?" you ask, shifting slightly under his gaze. "I can make you dinner."
"Still full, maybe later," he says softly.
He reaches out. His fingers brush your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is featherlight, but it burns. His hand lingers, his thumb grazing your skin.
"I need to apologize," he says.
You shake your head, but he continues.
"Last night. I was out of line. You were being kind. You were trying to comfort me, and I took advantage of that."
His voice cracks on the last word.
"Hyunwoo—"
"Let me say this." He swallows. "You're sweet. You're gentle. You're everything good in this house, and I had no right to drag you into my mess."
His hand is still on your cheek. His eyes are dark, conflicted, full of guilt and hunger and something broken.
"But I can't lie to you."
His thumb traces your lower lip.
"Touching you. Holding you. Having you under me. It was the first time I've felt alive in years."
Your chest aches.
His hand slides to your neck, warm and heavy. You reach up, your fingers covering his, holding him there.
You look at him. The man who's been starving for so long. The man who held you like you were oxygen.
You close your eyes. "No... We can't be doing this."
Your voice is quiet. Shaky.
You turn around, your hands gripping the edge of the counter. The fabric of your t-shirt shifts, the hem riding up.
You feel him step closer.
His hands land on your waist.
The contrast hits you immediately. His fingers span almost your entire side. His palms are warm, calloused, pressing into the soft curve of your hips. He's so much bigger than you. Broader. Taller. His chest flattens against your back, and you're trapped between his body and the counter.
His breath ghosts over the spot behind your ear, and you shiver.
"No." His voice is a low rumble, almost a growl.
"Your mouth said no."
His lips brush the shell of your ear.
"But your body." His hands slide under the hem of your t-shirt, spreading across your stomach. His fingers are wide, warm, covering you like you're something precious. "Your body is softening against me sweetheart. Melting into my hands."
You grip the counter harder.
"I can feel your heartbeat," he murmurs. "It's echoing through your ribs."
His lips press against your neck. Soft. Lingering.
"Tell me again."
Your breath hitches.
"Tell me no again."
His teeth graze your skin.
"And I'll stop."
You close your eyes. Your body is betraying you, leaning back into him, your hips pressing against his. He groans, low in his chest.
"You're so good," he says against your neck. "So sweet. Always taking care of everyone else."
His fingers spread wider on your stomach.
"But I can't let you pretend neither of us wants this."
His other hand slides up, brushing the underside of your breast through the thin cotton of your t-shirt. You gasp.
"I've been lying awake for months," he says. "Listening to you move through this house. Smelling your shampoo in the hallway. Wondering what it would be like to have you in my arms."
His hips press forward. You feel him, hard and heavy against you through the thin fabric of his boxers.
"Last night wasn't a mistake."
His hand cups your breast, his thumb circling your nipple through the fabric. It hardens instantly.
"Last night was the only honest thing I've done in years."
You can't breathe. Can't think. Your hands release the counter, reaching back, your fingers tangling in his damp hair.
He turns you around.
His mouth crashes into yours.
The kiss is desperate, hungry, months of suppressed want pouring through the seam of your lips. His tongue slides against yours, and you taste mint and coffee and him. His hands grip your waist, lifting you onto the edge of the counter.
The laundry basket clatters to the floor.
He steps between your knees, pushing them apart. His body fills the space, chest to chest, hips to hips. His hands slide up your thighs, under your t-shirt, gripping the bare skin of your ass.
You break the kiss, gasping.
"Hyunwoo—"
"I know." His forehead presses against yours. "I know we shouldn't. I don't care."
His mouth finds your throat, your collarbone, the curve of your shoulder. Your head falls back, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
"You feel that?" His voice is rough, almost pained. "That's what you do to me."
He takes your hand, guiding it down between your bodies. He wraps your fingers around him through his boxers. He's thick, hard, pulsing against your palm.
"All day," he breathes. "I couldn't think about anything else."
Your hand moves, tracing his length, and he groans, his hips bucking into your touch.
"Hyunwoo please," you whisper.
"Please what sweetheart?"
His eyes are dark, searching yours.
"Not here," you quietly say.
He doesn't carry you this time. He takes your hand, leading you through the dim house. The living room is bathed in the soft orange glow of the setting sun. The plush couch sits in the center, facing the windows.
He sits, pulling you onto his lap.
You straddle him, your knees on either side of his hips. His hands find your waist, your thighs, the curve of your ass. He pulls you closer, and you feel him against your core through the thin cotton of your panties.
"Take this off."
His voice is a command wrapped in a plea.
You grab the hem of your t-shirt and pull it over your head.
His breath catches.
His hands come up, cupping your breasts. They're full, heavy, and his thumbs trace your nipples, already hard and tight. He leans forward, his mouth closing around one.
You moan, your head falling back.
His tongue circles the peak, slow and deliberate. He sucks gently, then harder, and your hips grind against him involuntarily. His other hand kneads your other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
"So beautiful," he murmurs against your skin. "So perfect."
He switches sides, giving the same attention to the other. You're trembling, your fingers in his damp hair, holding him to you.
He pulls back, looking up at you with dark, heavy eyes.
You slide off his lap, your knees hitting the carpet.
He watches you, his chest rising and falling.
Your fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers. He lifts his hips, and you pull them down, freeing him.
He springs up, hard and thick, the tip already gleaming.
You wrap your hand around his velvety length. He's so big, your fingers barely meeting. The head almost a shade of purple. You lean forward, your tongue tracing the length of him from base to tip.
He groans, his head falling back.
You take him into your mouth.
The taste is salt and skin and him. You work him slowly, your tongue swirling around the head, your hand stroking what you can't reach. His hips twitch, his fingers finding your hair.
"Fuck."
His voice is strained, barely a whisper.
You take him deeper, and he gasps, his grip tightening. Your throat adjusts, muscles straining, but you push forward. You want to feel all of him.
"That's it," he breathes. "That's it, sweetheart."
His hips move, a gentle thrust, and you let him guide you. His hands in your hair, his voice above you, broken and desperate.
You suck harder, your tongue working him, and he groans your name.
He pulls you off gently.
"Not yet."
His hands find your arms, lifting you onto your back on the couch. He settles between your legs, his shoulders pushing your knees apart. He looks at you, lying there in nothing but your panties, and his eyes go dark.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down slowly.
The cool air hits your skin.
Then his mouth.
He doesn't start slow. He's starved, and he acts like it. His tongue presses flat against you, dragging up through your folds, circling your clit with a pressure that makes you gasp.
Your hands fly to his hair.
He eats you like you're his last meal.
His tongue dips inside you, then returns to your clit, flicking, circling, driving you toward the edge. His fingers find your nipples, pinching, rolling, and the dual sensation makes you whimper.
"Hyunwoo—"
He hums against you, and the vibration sends a shock through your body.
He adds a finger. Then two. He pumps them slowly, his tongue working your clit in perfect rhythm.
You're close. So close.
"Come for me," he murmurs against your skin.
Your body shatters.
The orgasm rips through you, your back arching, your moans filling the empty living room. He stays with you, working you through it, lapping gently until your trembling subsides.
He crawls up your body, kissing your stomach, your ribs, the valley between your breasts.
His mouth finds yours.
You taste yourself on his lips.
"Please," you breathe. "I need you inside me."
He sits up, pulling you with him. You straddle him again, facing him. His cock presses against your entrance, hot and slick.
You reach between your bodies, guiding him.
You sink down.
The stretch makes you gasp. He's so big, filling you inch by inch. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your breath coming in short gasps.
He groans, his hands gripping your hips.
"Easy," he breathes. "Easy, sweetheart."
You take him fully, seated in his lap. The fullness is overwhelming, a pressure that makes your head spin.
You start to move.
Slow at first, your hips rolling in a rhythm that makes him moan. His hands guide you, his thumbs pressing into your hips. You build speed, riding him harder, your breasts bouncing in his face.
He takes one in his mouth, sucking gently.
Your pace quickens.
The sound of your bodies, skin against skin, fills the quiet room. His breathing is ragged, his hands desperate.
"I'm close," you gasp.
"Me too."
You ride him faster, chasing the edge. His hand finds your clit, pressing in tight circles, and the pressure builds to a breaking point.
You come with a cry, your body clenching around him.
He groans, pulling out just in time.
His hand strokes himself twice, three times, and then he's spilling across your stomach and thighs, warm and thick, his breath ragged.
He collapses back against the couch.
You fall forward, your forehead resting on his shoulder.
For a long moment, neither of you moves.
His arms wrap around you, pulling you close. His lips press against your hair.
"Stay here, don't move."
He lifts you gently, setting you on the couch before disappearing into the bathroom. You hear the water run. He returns with a warm, damp towel, kneeling between your legs.
He cleans you carefully. Gently. Like you're something sacred. Then wipes himself too.
Then he lies down, pulling you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you.
The sun has set. The living room is dark, lit only by the glow of the streetlights outside.
You curl into him, your ear pressed to his heartbeat.
His hand strokes your hair. Neither of you speaks. The silence is full.
You close your eyes. His breathing slows, his hand stilling against your back. You stay like that for minutes, maybe hours, suspended in the quiet room.
Then, a loud, betrayal of a rumble echoes from your stomach. Your last meal was an early lunch.
The silence breaks as you both burst out laughing, the tension melting away completely. Chuckling, you finally pull yourself away, leaving the warmth of the bed to start preparing dinner.
Neither of you bothers with clothes. As you move around the kitchen completely bare, he sits up on the counter, relaxed and naked, his gaze following your every move.
A sudden ring breaks the quiet. He reaches over to grab his phone from the counter and swiping the screen.
"Hey," he answers, his voice soft as Rosie's grandparents' faces fill the display. They just wanted to check in, give a quick update on the baby, and flip the camera to show little Rosie fast asleep in her crib. You stay safely out of the camera's angle, aware of your lack of clothes, but you catch his eye and flash him a quiet, fond smile from across the counter.
You lean back toward the stove with a soft smile, turning down the flame as his voice instantly shifts into a higher, sweeter pitch.
"Look at those tiny cheeks," he coos into the screen, completely unbothered by his lack of clothes as he leans closer to the phone. "Is my girl being good for Grandma and Grandpa? Yeah? You taking big naps?"
You can’t help but look over your shoulder, stirring the pot while watching him completely melt. On the screen, little Rosie lets out a soft, babbling sigh in her sleep, and his whole expression softens, a quiet tenderness washing over his features.
While he finishes catching up with the grandparents, you plate up the hot food, the warm kitchen quiet returning just as he finally hangs up with a fond sigh.
please write shownu smut! maybe their first time together, their relationship is new <333
thanks for requesting anon!! this is my first smut lol so i hope it lives up to ur expectations!! <3
BLISS:
(perfect happiness; great joy.)
warnings: MDNI 18+ content
(mentions of petnames, alcohol, f!reader, no protection mentioned, tooth rotting fluff in beginning) let me know if missing anything haha
word count 1.5k
You and Shownu have been officially dating for a few weeks now. You met him through a mutual friend of yours, Jooheon. He’d playfully tease you every now and then about knowing someone who might be a perfect match for you, but you didn’t really pay him any mind about that until that one day. You’d all been out together and saw Shownu for the first time, and my god— he was good-looking. Nice lean body and sharp facial features, in a shirt that fit him just right. A slight hint of his muscles peeking through. Jooheon caught you gawking at him and smirked.
“Please don’t tell him about what you just witnessed,” you grumbled.
“No promises,” Jooheon replied with his cheeky, dimpled smile.
He immediately waved Shownu over for a formal introduction. To your surprise, he had the demeanor of such a gentle giant, and you were enamored ever since.
You and Shownu had been going slow and steady for a while now, with small pecks throughout the day, handholding, and cuddling. Given that Shownu can be a bit reserved at times, he wasn’t the type to shower you in affection, but you’d decided that maybe it was time for things to progress a bit. What better way to do that than to show a bit more appreciation for him?
He’d planned to come over to your place tonight to hang out for a while since it had been some time since you’d last seen each other. You thought about having Shownu over for dinner, wine, and games. It seemed like an easy enough plan, and to be honest, your heart was pounding at the idea of you and Shownu taking things to the next level.
Time was ticking, it was about four, and he planned to meet you at your apartment at eight. Shaking the negative thoughts from your head, you headed downstairs to get started on dinner.
Once dinner was complete, you quickly checked the time and noticed that it was almost 7. You hadn’t showered yet, your hair was a mess, and it would be soon before Shownu arrived.
“Hurry up Y/N” you sighed to yourself and ran upstairs to get ready.
After your shower, you decided to put on something cute yet cozy. You heard a faint buzz from your phone as an indication that Shownu was, if not already on his way, already there.
“Hey, I’m about 10 minutes away,” The text read.
You went downstairs to set the table and pour the glasses of wine, and like clockwork, you heard a knock on the door. When you opened the door, you saw Shownu standing there, with flowers in hand. You greeted him with a big smile.
“Aww, Hyun, you didn’t have to.”
I wanted to… is that dinner? You cooked for me?” He replied with a small chuckle.
You felt your face getting hot as you felt a tinge of embarrassment since this was something you hadn’t done before.
“Yes, I hope that you’ll like it, we can pair it with a nice wine– one of my favorites.”
After he finished removing his jacket and shoes, he trailed behind you to sit at the dinner table with you. A few glasses of wine later, and dinner finished, both of you seemed to be a bit buzzed yet were enjoying each other’s company.
“Thank you for dinner Y/N. I’m glad we did this tonight. Just the two of us… It feels really nice. Cozy.” He says softly with a shy smile.
You watch him for a moment– the way he tries not to fidget, the way his voice always drops when he’s being sincere.
“Spending time with you feels important.. And I’m not trying to rush anything. I want us to move forward at a pace that feels good for you.”
Your eyes soften, and you lean in a bit to touch the ends of his hands. “I like that you think about things like that..” You trail off. “And I want us to move forward, too. I feel safe with you.”
His shoulders relax– he’s big, but his gentleness seems to fill the room before anything else. “That means more than you know,” he replies lowly, but in a warm tone.
He stands slowly– almost cautiously– pushing his chair back without breaking the atmosphere. When he reaches your side, he extends his hand to you, and you take it, maintaining eye contact with him. Your mind is hazy, filled with nothing but lust and infatuation at the gentle initiative Shownu is taking with you. He guides you slowly down the hall and up the stairs.
You two reach the bedroom doorway, and he pauses for a moment and turns to you with the same quiet, gentle giant expression. Protective, tender, and slightly unsure, but completely open.
“We can take this as slow as you want. Or stop anytime. Just tell me.”
You step into the room first, giving him a reassuring smile as you head for the bed. “Come here. I want you here with me.”
He nods and starts walking towards the bed, slowly undressing himself. His shirt comes first, and you watch as he does this. Seeing his tanned, toned body, muscular figure glisten with a slight hint of sweat as he’s nervous. You feel the heat pooling in between your legs as you take in the sight in front of you.
He smirks as he catches your eye and, without warning, his lips crash on yours. As if all the shyness he previously had has gone out of the window. Your lips are moving in perfect sync—this has been everything that you’d been waiting for. You let out a soft moan of pleasure, completely enthralled by the moment happening between you two.
Shownu slides a hand in between your legs, trying to feel your heat. You feel him smile into the kiss before he pulls away in order to pull your pants down with your panties following suit. “You’re beautiful.” He pauses, like he’s grounding himself– big shoulders rising on a slow inhale, falling on an even slower exhale. Having him see you like this couldn’t help but make you blush. You swear it was like he was literally drooling at the sight of you.
He leans back in to lift your top over your head to his surprise, you cheekily did not wear a bra. As if on instinct, he attaches his mouth to one of your nipples while slowly bringing his fingers back to your heat. He begins by fingering you agonizingly slow, as if trying to get you used to the sensation. It feels like nothing but pure bliss to you.
“Ah Hyun…” you breathe.
You can’t even think straight– everything you wished for was finally coming to life.
Meanwhile, Shownu is focused on nothing other than trying to make you feel as good as you possibly could.
He picks up the pace and can feel you starting to squirm underneath him.
“Look at you.. does it feel nice, Princess?”
“Mmhm,” you whine.
Something about the way you said that set him off. He lets out a low, quiet sound and pulls away. He wastes no time in removing his underwear, setting his leaking red penis free. He was huge, but you guessed that to be expected of a man with his build.
At this point, you could feel your heat pooling down your legs. He lifts his hands and lets his fingertips skim across your jaw. The graze is barely a touch, but it sends a warm shiver through you.
“Tell me if I go too fast..”
Eager and horny, you nod, and that’s all he needs. His hips slam into your core. Making your body jolt and you scream in pleasure
“Oh my go–“ is all you can manage as you try to keep up.
“You feel so good,” he grunts in response as he picks up the pace.
You couldn’t believe that this was finally happening. All your dreams, your wishes, your desires, had all come true in this one moment.
Shownu leans in, breath fanning right over your face,
“You’re taking me so well, Princess. Is this everything you ever wanted?”
You nod frantically, tears pricking your eyes from the buildup of pleasure growing in your body.
“Hyun— I’m c-close!” You yelp out, and in response, he picks up his pace even more, fully entering a frenzied state as he is trying to chase your highs together.
“That’s okay, baby, let it out, let's cum together.” He grunts breathlessly.
The room dims to black, feeling like your body is about to erupt, and as if on cue, your bodies are fully released together. He cups your face and kisses you gently, before rolling over next to you.
The room is now filled with a stillness. Quiet breaths, from both of you as you try to regain your composure.
“Wow, I’ve got to cook for you more often.” You chuckled in between breaths.
“Yeah, thanks to that wine, it gave me a bit of liquid courage.” He smiled.
