After The Encore | 18+ Jooheon x Reader
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Scenario: You meet Jooheon backstage, still buzzing with adrenaline. And he can’t wait another second to have you.
Mood: Dom Jooheon • Post-Concert Adrenaline • Pent-up Desire • Backstage Quickie
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You wait past the security curtain, the all-access badge hanging from your neck, exactly where Jooheon told you to be after the encore.
The energy is electric, music still echoing through the halls as the last of the crowd's roars fades when the door slams open.
Jooheon steps through, his skin slick with sweat, chest heaving hard from the final song. His eyes are locked on you already, like he's a man starved and you're the only thing he's craving.
Before you can even smile, his fingers wrap around your wrist, his hand hot and trembling from adrenaline as he pulls you forward.
"Jooheon, god, you were so insane out there—" you start to say before he cuts you off.
"Not here," he murmurs breathlessly, already dragging you down the hallway.
You let a flustered gasp out as you stumble after him, your heart pounding as you see his sight set onto one of the dressing room doors.
He shoves you into the room, glancing around before he locks the door, the sound of it alone making your heart race faster and your thighs clench together.
His mouth crashes into yours, all sweat and need and open-mouthed hunger, backing you against the wall.
You gasp against his lips, your hands fisting in his drenched shirt, trying to hold onto something, anything, as he devours you. He tastes like pure heat and adrenaline, kissing you like he hasn't stopped thinking about this moment since the opening ment.
He tears his mouth away only when he has to breathe, forehead dropping against yours, his chest still rising and falling like he never left the stage.
"Did you watch me?" he rasps, his voice low and rough in that way it always gets after performing.
"Every second," you whisper, "I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
He smirks, kissing you again, deep and messy.
You break again, eyes looking up at him.
"Do you want to see what it did to me?" you ask, voice barely a breath.
His eyes darken instantly.
You take his trembling hand, slow and deliberate as you keep your eyes on him the whole time. You guide it beneath the hem of your skirt. His breath catches when his fingers brush against your heat, already soaking for him.
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he rips his mic pack off and tosses it carelessly to the floor. Then he grabs your hips, spinning you around so fast you barely catch your own breath before he has you pinned up against the wall.
He crowds you from behind, chest flush to your back, his hard length pressed into your ass. His breath is hot against your neck, trembling and unsteady like he's seconds away from losing all control.
"You were like this..." he murmurs as he pushes your skirt up, fingers brushing over the damp fabric again, "...the whole time?"
You nod, biting your lip hard as he tugs your panties to the side, the cool air pulling a shudder out of you.
"I tried to control it, but...seeing you on stage?" You look back at him over your shoulder, eyes full of want. "I didn't stand a chance."
He barely dips a finger inside, just enough to feel how much you're ready for him, and he lets out a low, satisfied groan.
"Fuck baby," he breathes, chains clinking as he shoves his pants down. "You're gonna make me lose my mind."
You part your mouth, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you realize what he's about to do.
"Jooheon..." you protest even as you push yourself into him more clearly not resisting too much. "Someone could hear us..."
He huffs out a low laugh as he adjusts himself behind you, and you feel him nudge against you, biting your lip in anticipation.
"Then you better be quiet," he says, voice low as he drags the tip through your center, coating himself in you.
Before you can think, he slides into you in one hard stroke, his hands firm on your hip. Your gasp is loud and sharp before it's swallowed by his hand clamping over your mouth.
"Shh," he growls against your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe. "You were the one worried someone might hear, remember? Be good for me."
You whimper and nod, knees nearly buckling as he drives into you again with pure raw need, a broken whimper escaping you as you try to stay quiet.
One hand slides up your stomach, gripping your chest before pulling you back into him, grinding deeper and harder into you now. His forehead presses to the back of your shoulder, breath shaking, like he's trying to hold the last thread of himself together.
"Fuck—" he pants, "I told myself I'd wait until we got back to the hotel room, but..." he slams into you once, hard enough to make you cry out, "how could I?"
"Jooheon—" you gasp through his thrusts, louder than you meant to.
He groans, low, filthy. "You're gonna get us caught if you keep singing my name like that, baby."
Your whole body trembles, and he feels it. His hand drops to your clit, rubbing fast, messy circles, making your breath come through in those little broken gasps that he loves.
"Mmm, yeah, that's it...Again. Say it again," he demands, voice rough. "Say my name."
You shake your head, breath stuttering, not wanting to be loud again.
"Say it," he repeats, pushing your hips down onto him as he thrusts hard into you again.
You whimper, biting your lip to quiet yourself.
"Jooheon..." but it's soft, held back. And not what he wants.
His pace doesn't falter as he lifts one of your legs and holds it up under your knee as he continues to slam into you.
You gasp again, the new angle hitting exactly where he knows you can't stay quiet even if your life depended on it.
One more drag over that spot and everything in you snaps.
"FUCK! Jooheon!" you cry out, impossible to hold it back any longer.
"Fuck yes, right there, Jooheon!" you moan, not caring who hears anymore, your hands clawing at the wall uselessly as he pounds into you.
He sucks in a sharp breath, hips stuttering just once before he slams back into you, absolutely wrecked and losing it.
"There she is," he groans, voice breaking as his thrusts turn rougher, needier. "Let them hear who you belong to."
That's all it takes. Your legs shake as your orgasm tears through you, hard and fast, the sound torn out of your throat and echoing off the walls shamelessly.
He follows seconds later, hips jerking as he muffles a curse into your skin, grinding you through it until you're both trembling.
For a moment, it's just short ragged breathing hot against your neck, his hands the only thing keeping you upright. Then he presses a slow kiss to your shoulder, letting out a long exhale as he pulls out.
He turns you around to face him as he tugs your skirt back down casually, like what you both just did to this innocent dressing room was the most natural thing in the world.
He looks you up and down, a slow and smug smirk on his face as his thumb sweeps over your bottom lip that's now swollen from you biting it.
"Now go get your ass to the hotel," he murmurs, his voice possessive and promising, making heat spread through you once more.
"I'm not done with you yet."
Wrote this before I had my hand surgery and somehow it still decided to align with MX at Jingle Ball week. Between us… I don’t think that was an accident 🤭 bahaha.
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