Monsta X Oneshots

No Control

Summary: In which Jooheon does aegyo during sex and Hyunwoo just wants him to shut up for once.
Ship: Jooheon/Shownu
Warnings: smut, barebacking, bad jokes

A/N: Wow so yeah this is my first fic that I've written for a fandom other than phan in literally like six years? I don't know what I'm doing? But I had fun so that's all that matters. Shownu and Jooheon aren't even my big ship, but I promised jyngie that I would make this for him, and then wangjahyungwon urged me forth. Thank you for pushing me down this rabbit hole, Charlie. I kinda hate you but I'm grateful so here's a gift. I wrote most of this at 4am so enjoy!  

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To say that Jooheon was a bottom was completely and utterly wrong. While he acted like a child the majority of the time, liked to hold hands with anybody who would give him the time of day, and he was the biggest scaredy cat in the world.

Yet even so, Jooheon was pretty dominant in bed. He liked to be the one in control. He liked to feel another person's soft, pliant body beneath him as they took everything he gave him. His rapping persona compared to his actual self was much like his sex life, one could say. Frightening on stage, harmless off stage. Scary in the sheets, cheery in the streets. Or whatever the saying went.

But if there was one thing for certain, Jooheon would get on his hands and knees and let the one and only Hyunwoo take him any way that he wanted. Hell, Jooheon's pretty sure that was the case for literally every single member in the group. If Hyunwoo asked Kihyun to suck him off, Kihyun wouldn't even question it. Not even Wonho would be able to resist Hyunwoo's dominating charm.

Which is exactly why Jooheon justifies the way he's currently face down on the mattress of his poor dorm bed, moaning like a middle class whore as Hyunwoo fucks him from behind.

"Is that all you got, beef cake?" Jooheon teased, slightly breathless. His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and Hyunwoo wasn't much better off by the looks of it. "When I told you I'd bottom for you, I didn't expect you to be so gentle, you old man."

Hyunwoo wasn't impressed, grabbing Jooheon's hair and roughly yanking it so his head was off the pillow, throat on full display. His chest was forced upwards, his arms trying to find leverage underneath him as Hyunwoo aggressively slammed into him. "Can you just shut up for one second?" Hyunwoo muttered before flattening his hand on Jooheon's head and shoving his face back down into the pillows, trying to muffle Jooheon's whorish moans and his voice.

Truth be told, Jooheon loved to rile Hyunwoo up. He loved the way he got so frustrated that he would do anything in his power just to make Jooheon stop talking. He would grip his hips hard enough to leave marks in the form of bruises, would push his face into the pillows until Jooheon was gasping for breath. He would slam his hips so hard that the sound of their skin slapping together would echo around the dorm room.

Jooheon loved it. He loved the feeling of Hyunwoo fucking him. He loved that this composed, sweet man would get so frustrated with him that he felt the need to shut him up by fucking his brains out. He loved the way Hyunwoo's cock felt inside of him, stretching him in all the right places, easily finding his prostate and abusing it until Jooheon was nearly in tears.

And that was always the end goal for Jooheon; to be so fucked that he ended up sobbing.

Suddenly, Hyunwoo pulled out of him and Jooheon whined at the loss, feeling his hole clench around nothing. He pushed his hips back, trying to get Hyunwoo to enter him again, but to no avail. Hyunwoo just slapped his thigh, ordering him to turn onto his back.

Jooheon had no option but to obey. He could tease better this way, anyway.

Hyunwoo leaned down and bit down on his collarbone, undoubtedly leaving a mark in his wake. Jooheon let out a squeak that turned into a full-on moan when suddenly Hyunwoo was pushing back inside of him, filling him up, giving him what he wanted. Jooheon felt so full for a moment, his breath escaping him, that he could say absolutely nothing for a hot minute. He couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, as Hyunwoo spread his legs and started to fuck him so deep that Jooheon would probably not be able to participate in dance practice the next day.