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Senses (Jooheon/Reader)

Author: ADMIN COLLAB (Def+Guki)

Prompt: “Hi~ I hope you guys are having a wonderful day :D If you don’t mind could you write a fluffy angst for Jooheon from Monsta X maybe something where you get close to another idol like Yongguk from b.a.p and he gets insecure? If you guys do it it would be absolutely perfect! Love yall!” @k-popcollage + A smut scenario with Jooheon, about when he feels insecure about his body and you show him that he’s gorgeous? Something affectionate and a way to show him how beautiful he really is and how much you love him, please?” @Anon

Words: 3.6k

A/N: This was so much fun to write, you guys! Admin Guki is still having problems with her writer’s block, but she’s working on it so please be extra patient and send her lots of love on this fic! Admin Def is hella busy with work but will be doing her damnedest to get shit done this week! Thank you guys for supporting us! We love you!!

You opened your eyes and rolled over, expecting to feel your boyfriend’s broad chest against your back but coming up empty. Instead, there was a note on his nightstand that read:

Baby,

I had to get up early and get my butt to practice.

Dating an idol is hard, right? I’m sorry.

I know, I know. I owe you.

Maybe dinner this Friday at Charlie Chow’s? And then Netflix and chill?

I’ll make it up to you somehow, I swear I will.

All my love,

Heoniebear

You huffed and rolled your eyes, your anger flaring up. Dating an idol was fucking infuriating. He was never home, and it was always about everyone except you and him. He deserved to be home and to have a break, and you deserved some time with him. You rolled back over and sat up on the edge of the bed, checking your phone.

There was a text from Yongguk, wanting you to meet with him for coffee.

What time? You keyed.

His response was almost instant. 12? And then maybe we could see a movie after?

Yeah, okay. What would you wanna see?

Idk what’s even playing, but we’ll figure it out when we get there. I’ll see you in like, an hour or so. Don’t worry about getting pretty. Jooheon will flip his shit if he finds out you put on makeup to go out with me.

You couldn’t help but giggle. He was right, Jooheon would have a cow. You could see his sulky face in your head, hear his voice squeak as he complained about you even going out with your best friend.

You pulled at the hem of your sweater, insisting that you wear this specific hoodie of Jooheon’s, even though it was frayed and full of holes. It was his favorite, and smelled the most like him. The heather grey material was still as soft as it was when he’d bought it, and you reveled in the scent of him as you dragged a brush through your hair and pulled a beanie on over it.

Yongguk showed up right on time, and, as always, brought you a bouquet of sunflowers. He pulled you in for a quick hug and you put the flowers in a vase, then led you out to the car.

“Beans and Brews?” he asked, climbing into the driver’s seat.

“Yup,” you nodded, “I’m jonesing for an iced chai.”

The previews had just started and Yongguk had settled in next to you. The bucket of popcorn sat in Yongguk’s lap, and you turned to him, grabbing a handful.

“This has been so fun,” you whispered.

“I don’t know why we don’t do it more often.” Yongguk snatched a handful from the popcorn box in front of him.

“I usually just sit at--” you were cut off by your phone vibrating in your pocket. “Hang on,” you said, hoping it wasn’t Jooheon. You pulled your phone from your jeans, and sure as shit, it happened to be your boyfriend. “Hold that thought,” you said, and squeezed past his knees and out into the lobby of the theater.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” he said, sounding like he was nearly out of patience--and was that a hint of sadness you detected?

“What’re you doing?” you asked, your cheeks reddening.

“I got off early and came home, so I’m sitting at our apartment with a sandwich.” You could hear him scoff at himself. “What are you doing?”

“Yongguk wanted to see a movie, and he took me out for coffee. We decided to make a day out of it.”

“Oh,” was all he said, and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line. “So, does he always bring you flowers?”

You sighed gustily, readying yourself for an argument. “Yes, Jooheon. He always brings me flowers. You just never come home before they die.”

“That’s not my fault.” he was defensive. “I just wanted to know who’s bringing MY girlfriend flowers and making me look like a jackass.”

“Jooheon…” you started, “you’re being ridiculous. That’s my best friend and the fact that I can’t hang out with him while you’re literally leaving me alone ALL THE TIME to go to work is the furthest thing from fair that I’ve ever heard. I’m not gonna be stuck in the house waiting for you to come home like a dog.”

He took a deep breath, exhaling too slowly for you to determine whether or not he was mad. “I’ll tell you what’s not fair. You acting like you’re single and like you can just hang out with other guys without even asking me first--”

“You’re not my fucking dad!” you cut him off, positively seething. The theater employees were staring by that point, but you were too wrapped up in arguing to care. “I’m a grown-ass woman with a boyfriend that I love--”

“You sure as fuck don’t act like you’re my girlfriend, Y/N!” he was yelling now. “If you want to be with someone like him, someone covered in tattoos that’s so obviously hotter than me, then why don’t you just stay gone tonight?!”

You know what, Jooheon? I fucking will.” Your finger slammed down on the red button, leaving him to argue with the phone instead of you. You power-walked into the theater again, this time sitting down wordlessly, so pissed off you were shaking.

“What the fuck happened?” Yongguk whispered. His honey brown eyes were warm with concern, but you didn’t answer, just shook your head and watched the movie on the screen in front of you.

You hadn’t even been able to focus on the movie, you were so mad. How fucking dare he think that something was going on between you and your best friend since gradeschool. Jooheon could be so insecure sometimes, and it drove you insane. You kept thinking of ways to get back at him as the movie played out in front of you. I’ll give him something to worry about, you thought vindictively.

Yongguk’s hand pressing to your thigh to still your angry leg-jiggling pulled you out of your inner monologue. You hadn’t even realized you were doing it. “Dude, are you even watching the movie?”

You shook your head. “No. I’m too mad,” you admitted sheepishly.

“We can leave if you want. I’m really not that invested anyway, and you seem like you need a vent session.”

“He’s such a jerk. He thinks that I’m cheating and that I’m fucking around with you-- and don’t take this the wrong way, but I know you way too well to be attracted to you,” you said, your eyes falling to the table as you took a sip of beer from the can in your hand.

Yongguk took a sip of his own beer, smiling at you. “I’m the same way with you, man,” he giggled. “I just don’t understand why he’s acting like this. He has no reason to worry. You’re fucking obsessed with him.”

“I know,” you said. “I’m just so tired of him being gone all the time while I sit at home and be alone and miss him. It’s not like I shouldn’t be allowed to have a life.”

Yongguk nodded. “You deserve to get out and do things. No one should be home all the time,” he murmured.

You drained the last sip of beer from your can, and Yongguk reached across the table to pat the back of your hand. “It’ll all be okay. Go take a shower, relax a little bit. I have some sweats and a tank top you can borrow to sleep in, and then you can just take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“You sure?”

He nodded again. “Yup. I don’t want your back problems acting up because you had to sleep on the couch. Now hurry up, before I change my mind.” He smiled jokingly, but you bolted from the table and scurried up the stairs, just in case.

You crept into your apartment, unsure why, in all honesty, because the likelihood of Jooheon being home was slim to none. You were quiet as you hung your jacket and set down your things on the end table near the couch. Soft clanking from the kitchen caught your attention and you froze, unsure if you should announce your presence or ignore your boyfriend entirely. Before you could think it through thoroughly, Jooheon was standing in front of you, still stirring his coffee.

“Hey,” you mumbled.

He nodded his head in acknowledgement, snuck past you, and found his place on the couch before flipping the TV on. He was almost pretending you didn't exist and a large part of you wanted to make him feel like you weren't phased.

You sat on the opposite end of the couch, pulled your feet onto the cushion between the two of you, and stared at him. You twiddled your thumbs as you admired him. Even in the pissed off and sulking daze, he was beautiful and suddenly-- you were annoyed.

He was a dick yesterday, and here you sat admiring him? You scoffed to yourself and he let out a noise that was probably a frustrated laugh but came out more as a grunt.

“Are those your boyfriend’s clothes?” He didn't even look at you.

“No!” You shot back with more vigor than intended. “I mean, yes, but he isn't my boyfriend. Stop.”

“You leave yesterday to have a day date with another man, don't come home, and then show up this morning wearing his clothes. Sounds like a boyfriend to me.”

“Jooheon…” You took a long breath, but it didn't help- you started crying anyway. “I love you. What else can I do? I literally spend all my time waiting for a text or call from you. You're the only thing I talk about and I'm sure it's annoying as hell. I just get lonely with your busy schedule, but if you think that I would ever do anything to jeopardize this relationship then I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

Jooheon’s eyes were glued to the TV. He nodded absentmindedly and you watched his tongue press anxiously against the inside of his cheek. You nodded your head to yourself and inhaled deeply to try to stop crying, but it was no use.

You stood up slowly and tried to think of something to say, but nothing seemed right. Instead, you started to walk away.

“It's not you...” Jooheon called, finally turning on the couch to face you. “Don't walk away.”

You stopped and stood in silence, waiting for him to speak. After a long pause, he sighed. “You deserve so much better than me you know? Better than this entire relationship. I’ve always known that and I wondered how long it would take you to realize it.”

You stepped back towards the couch, this time sitting right next to Jooheon. You opened your mouth to speak, but he shook his head.

“I'm always busy. I get that.” He took your hand and fiddled nervously with your fingers.

“You deserve to have someone who can be here more and you deserve someone who is better over-all. I know I’m not the best looking guy. I should look better, diet better and work out mor-”

“Okay no. Stop.” You interrupted him. “Jooheon, is that what this is really all about? You think you’re not good enough for me?”

He nodded, and you scooched closer, almost placing yourself in his lap when he dropped your hand from his.

“That is the furthest thing from accurate.” You grabbed his hand again and kissed his palm. “If anything, I am not good enough for you. You work your ass off, and I’m needy and selfish. I know I require a lot of attention and I’m so sorry but don’t ever for a second think that I want you to change. Not your career or the way you look. You have no idea how breathtaking you are.”

Jooheon attempted to shield his frown with a smile, but you could see right through it that he didn't believe you.

“Can I show you?”

He chuckled. “Show me what?”

“How beautiful I think you are.” You smiled, and stood up pulling him up with you and pulling him toward your bedroom.

Jooheon sighed softly as you wrapped a silk fabric snugly around his eyes. “Babe, come on.”

You noticed him chewing nervously at his lip and grazed your thumb across his bottom lip slowly before giving him a gentle kiss.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” He sighed again. “It’s just-”

“Then stop talking.” You giggled and pushed him back against the bed, and straddled his lap. “I don't need you to see what I do. I want you to feel it.”

You took your time unbuttoning his shirt, making sure your fingertips grazed his skin and ran slowly down his chest to the next button, and the following one. He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth as you ran your fingernails down his arms and slipped the shirt off him.

You smiled, noticing the way his breathing had changed. He was fidgeting nervously with the sheets on the bed, and you knew that would be the best place to start. You grabbed his hand and nuzzled your cheek against his open palm before kissing the tip of each of his fingers.

“Your hands are probably my favorite thing about you.” He laughed slightly and you smiled and bit playfully at his thumb before kissing it. “You do this thing when I’m driving. You sit, lost in a daze, staring out the window and you tap your fingers along to the beat of any song that plays. Even if your hand is on my thigh or your own. I always smile and glance over to catch you deep in thought, but you don't ever notice until I break the silence myself.”

You watched as a smile pulled at Jooheon’s lips and when you brought his hand to your lips again, he brushed his fingers across your cheek and snuck them under your chin. He ran his thumb across your lips and you kissed it.

“God, I love when you touch me,” you breathed. “In the most innocent of ways, too. When you rub your thumb in lazy circles against my hand while you hold it. The way you fiddle with my shirt or belt loops when you kiss me. Especially the way you touch my hips first thing in the morning. Waking up to you is a blessing.”

You let go of his wrist and his hands braced your thighs as you leaned forward, giving him another kiss and admiring the prominent smile on his face. You smiled to yourself before starting again.

You kissed his cheek. “These god damn dimples.”

Jooheon giggled and reached for the tie around his eyes, but you pushed his hand away.

“Babe!” He whined. “Come on…”

“I’m not done with you yet... You could sweet talk your way out of murder with these dimples. Oh! And this spot?” You kissed him just below his jaw and he inhaled sharply. “This is my favorite place to kiss. You always squeeze me tighter when I kiss you here.”

You noticed Jooheon shake his head as he loosened his grip on your thighs. You sat up straight in his lap and traced figures against his collarbones with your fingertips. You hadn't noticed before, but Jooheon was rock hard beneath you and you felt blush creep across your cheeks. You had hoped you were making him feel better, but you didn't imagine you’d have him so turned on.

You traced a path across his chest and flicked your thumb playfully over his nipple. He shivered beneath you in anticipation.

“I love how sensitive your nipples are. I know just where to touch to make you weak and sometimes, all that control goes to my head.”

“Fuck,” he exhaled.

You were trying so hard not to giggle . It was mesmerising the way he could seem so innocent and yet so completely lust blown all at once. You ran your hands across his stomach and grabbed his waist.

“I love your stomach. How loud it growls first thing in the morning. How pudgy it is when we eat way too much take out. How the water runs down it when you shower with me just drives me insane. And your hips--”

“You gotta stop.” Jooheon’s hips jutted forward as your nails traced the bare skin. He pulled the silk tie from his eyes and tossed carelessly on the bed. “I think we should jump to the make up sex.”

You started giggling as he flipped you over and as he kissed along your neck you continued...

“God, I love how impatient you get when you're needy.” You moaned quietly at his hands tugging at your sweat pants. “Do I even have to mention what your lips do to me?”

At that, Jooheon kissed you.

“Stop talking.”

You started to speak but Jooheon grabbed the collar of your shirt and ripped the material off you almost instantly.

“And if you ever come home wearing another man’s clothes again--”

“What will you do?” You taunted.

He tilted his head warningly and this time it was your turn to shove him over. You climbed back on top of him and rolled your hips menacingly against his hardened length. You finished Jooheon's handiwork and ripped the tank top the rest of the way off your body, tossing it carelessly at his face.

“You’re such a tease.”

You rolled your hips against him again, smiling at him the entire time. He never took his eyes off you, not even while you lifted yourself out of his lap, pulled his pants down his hips, and slipped slowly between his legs.

Your eyes locked with his as you gripped his shaft and delivered small kitten licks to the top of his cock. His hips jerked slightly and his mouth fell open in a gasp.

“Shit,” he breathed.

You continued teasing him. You licked a solid line from his balls to the small bead of precum dripping from his tip. You smirked before running your tongue slowly across his slit and humming at the taste of him. He moaned and tossed his head back into the pillow.

“I need you, babe.” He was panting and you chuckled because you had only been teasing him and yet he was already so desperate to be inside of you. “Please. I can’t take it anymore.

You finally caved. You were growing needy yourself and you crawled off the bed and slipped your sweatpants and underwear off your hips and down your legs. Jooheon watched you with lust blown eyes, and you bit your lip to contain another smile.

“How do you want me?”

He pulled you on top of him and your lips met instantly. He kissed with such hunger, but still a lingering gentleness that had you melting into his touch. Your lips didn’t part even for a second as he rolled the two of you over so he could be on top. His hand moved down your thigh until his fingers slipped under your knee so he could push your leg up towards your abdomen. He knew that was your favorite and you let a soft moan slip from your lips as his cock brushed against your clit.

You looked between your bodies and watched as he rubbed himself up and down your slit with a devilish smile, spreading your arousal up to your clit and back down again. You squirmed beneath him, lifting your hips in a silent plea to get him to fuck you.

“I thought we were done teasing!” You whined.

He chuckled and gently inched inside of you. His grip on the back of your thigh tightened, and he moved your leg over his shoulder. He took his time rolling his hips into you, and with each moan he started moving slightly faster. You put your hand over your mouth to quiet your moans, and Jooheon shook his head.

“Don’t do that. I love how loud you get,” he spoke between grunts.

You felt yourself blushing and started to giggle, but he thrust into you so hard your eyes screwed shut and you screamed his name.

“Fuck, Jooheon!”

Each time his thighs slapped against you, you felt your walls clenching around his cock. Your legs were shaking, and you let out a long whine, feeling the sensation boiling in the pit of your stomach. Jooheon pushed your leg off him and leaned down, biting your lip playfully before kissing you. You moaned against his lips and wrapped your arms around him.

“Come for me baby,” you cooed. “God, I’m so close.”

“You want me to cum on your stomach?”

You nodded quickly and a loud moan ripped through you as you dug your nails into the soft skin of his back. Your orgasm pulsed through you and Jooheon fucked you through your high until you were painfully sensitive. You watched with tired eyes as he pulled out of you and pumped himself vigorously above you. Broken moans mixed with soft grunts spilled from his lips. His mouth falling open as his cum shot warmly across your stomach had to have been one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. Jooheon glanced down at his mess dripping down your stomach, and then back to you before smiling.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes and covered your face with both hands. “Shut up.”

“I can’t help it.” He giggled, leaning over and kissing you. “You want me to start you a bath?”

You nodded and kissed him back. “Jooheon... I love you.”

“I know babe.” He kissed your nose before jumping up. “I love you, too.”

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