Don't Neglect Me | Jooheon X Reader 1st POV 18+
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🔞 Explicit themes, language, & sexual content
Mood: Dominance Dynamics • Soft Praise/Reassurance • Emotional Vulnerability • Established relationship
✦ ✧ ✦ 🍯 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 🌙 ✦ ✧ ✦
This one shot was born from the chaos combo of:
a viral “best kisser in Monsta X” tweet
Jooheon hopping on Bubble right after to say “don’t neglect me.”
If you somehow missed that whole rollercoaster, don’t worry. I got you. It’s kinda important for the plot lmaoooo.
Anyway, the timeline lined up a little too perfectly, so my delulu brain did what it had to do, and this baby was born because come on, worst kisser with those lips? Please. 😩✋🏽
That’s it, besties. Now go get comfy, hydrate, and as always… blame Jooheon for everything. 💛
🎧 Recommended Track: They Don’t Know — Jon B.
The door shuts harder than usual. I glance over my shoulder from the couch. The lights are dim, his demo tracks humming low through the speakers.
That look on his face gives whatever he's trying to hide from me away. Brows furrowed, dimples MIA.
Yeah, something's definitely off.
I stand, setting my phone down and walking over to him.
"Hey, handsome," I call softly.
His eyes lift, the tension flickering for a second as he forces a smile.
"Hey, baby girl." His hand finds my waist like it always does, pulling me close to kiss my cheek.
I loop my arms around his neck and kiss each cheek in return, one right over each dimple, my little ritual after a long day apart.
"How was your day?" I ask.
He shrugs a bit too quickly. "It was alright. Missed you," he says, his voice low, that tired register he gets when something's eating at him.
I cock my head. "Just alright?" I pout and then remember the stew in the fridge.
"I missed you more. I made dinner. I'll go heat it up." I say, pressing one more kiss to his cheek before making my way into the kitchen.
I grab the container of Kimchi Jjigae that I made earlier, one of his mom's recipes that I've spent hours trying to get perfect for him. I turn the burner on, dumping the stew into the pan to heat up.
He sits at the bar, sighing. I glance over my shoulder, one brow raised.
"Okay, Honey. Spill. What's wrong?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. "You're cute when you get bossy, you know that?" he says.
I scoff. "Stop deflecting, Jooheon," I say sternly, biting the inside of my cheek to keep a straight face.
He sighs again, running a hand through his hair.
"It's stupid. Not a big deal," I raise my brow again, walking over to him.
"Hmm, let's try that again," I say, stepping between his thighs.
"Talk to me, Honey." My voice is softer now.
His gaze lingers on me, and I can see the moment he gives in.
"There's been this thread on Twitter," he mutters.
"People ranking who they think are the best kissers in Monsta X."
"Everyone put me last," he says, exhaling hard.
"It's dumb, I know, but then the guys saw it and wouldn't let it go. They wouldn't stop teasing me, had to deal with the shit all day today." He sighs, looking down.
I study him for a moment, surprised by how much this silly tweet thread seemed to have affected him.
I tilt his chin up with a finger, smirking.
"They think you're the worst kisser, huh?" I ask.
"That's funny," I say as I trace his bottom lip with my thumb, that lip I've bitten a thousand times now.
"I don't think any of them have ever kissed you, have they?" I ask him, cocking my head to one side.
His mouth curves into that wicked little smirk that should be illegal.
"Nope," he says, eyes still low but voice dropping.
He looks up, eyes meeting mine. "Only you have."
I smirk in response, "Mhm, that's right." I say leaning in closer.
"They've never felt how good these lips are... how they taste when you make me come undone. They don't know what this mouth can do, now do they?"
I kiss the corner of his lips softly and pull back just far enough to see his eyes darken.
"Maybe we should just show them..." I whisper.
His smirk deepens, the kind that starts in his lips and ends in his eyes.
"Show them?" he echoes, voice low, dangerous, playful.
"Mhm..." I say, looking at him.
My reply comes out softer than I meant it to, almost like a quiet challenge.
I know he needs this, and hell, so do I. I always need him.
In an instant, he's off the stool, his hand slides up my arm, slow and deliberate, until his fingers curl around the back of my neck.
"You sure you can handle that, baby girl?" he murmurs, voice low, his breath warm against my jaw.
I smile, eyes fluttering closed as I feel him take a fistful of my hair and tug back. Not super hard, just enough to remind me who's in charge.
I open my eyes, finding his again.
"Guess we'll find out," I whisper.
His lips twitch into a smirk as his hand trails down, fingertips brushing the curve of my throat, over my collarbone, and lower now sliding across the satin of my nightgown.
"So beautiful." he murmurs as he hooks his fingers beneath the straps, pushing them slowly off my shoulders.
The gown slips down, falling beneath my breasts and hips, pooling at my ankles.
I step out of it, eyes never leaving his.
"Well, Honey...what're you waiting for?" I ask him, and that's all it takes.
The tension snaps like a twig as his mouth finds mine, rougher than usual at first, like he's exorcising every stupid comment that ever had the nerve to question him in the first place.
His grip tightens at my waist, fingers digging in enough to make me gasp, pulling me against him.
I can feel him hard through his sweats as the counter presses into the small of my back just enough to hurt, but I don't care, I'll take any bruise he leaves.
And I'll wear them with pride too.
The kiss deepens, all teeth and frustration at first until something shifts...frustration turned focus, the hunger turning into something slower and deliberate.
He pulls back just enough to speak, lips brushing mine, his voice low and rough.
"They neglect me," he mutters, breath ragged.
"Act like I'm someone too innocent and easy to forget."
I shake my head, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Then make them remember, Honey." I say, fingers lightly tracing over the indents in his cheeks I love so much.
"Show them just how unforgettable you are."
He grins, full dimples, danger, and satisfaction written all over his face.
"You're perfect, you know that?" he murmurs, tilting my chin up this time to meet his eyes.
"My perfect good girl," he says before leaning in and capturing my mouth again.
The kiss is slower this time, his tongue tracing a lazy path that makes my heart flutter.
Every movement feels intentional now, like every exhale against my skin, every thumb stroke at my hip is whispering "See? You feel that?" as if I needed any reminders to know how good he feels.
I feel him everywhere, need him everywhere.
My knees go weak, but he's already got me caged between his body and the bar countertop, the same bar we popped champagne at after he got the keys to his new studio a couple of weeks ago, the same spot we ate his birthday cake at one minute and then he ate me the next. Now it's just us, no cameras, no noise, only him proving exactly how unforgettable he is.
He tugs my hair back again, rougher this time, enough to make a quiet whimper slip past my lips.
He hums against my throat, the sound low and pleased, before tracing the curve of my neck with his tongue up to my ear.
Soft kisses are pressed to that spot, then over to my cheek, the corner of my lips, and then he kisses me slow once more before letting up just enough to speak.
"I don't need their approval," he says, almost to himself more than to me.
"No, you don't." I manage to whisper, hands sliding up and tangling into his freshly dyed black hair.
His head falls onto my shoulder, his breath tickling my oversensitive nerves.
He groans when I run my fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck, tugging it just how he likes it.
"I don't need them because I have you," he mutters, voice muffled by my skin, and I feel every word vibrate against my throat.
I pull him back just enough to cup his face, thumb brushing over his perfect, kiss-swollen lips.
"And I'm all yours, Jooheon." I whisper.
A soft growl escapes him as he lifts me onto the counter, the sound of the stew bubbling long forgotten behind us.
I suck in a breath of air sharply at that word, fuck, I love when he calls me that, and nod as he settles me back onto the cool marble that hits me like ice on my back compared to the heat of the moment.
"Yours," I breathe, "Only ever yours."
His mouth trails down my neck, pressing more soft kisses everywhere he can reach.
The curve of my breast, the soft skin of my stomach, like he's making sure there's not an inch left of me he hasn't kissed, touched, worshipped.
There's absolutely nothing rushed about it anymore.
He takes his time, each touch deliberate, not to prove anything, but to remind me of everything.
My fingers lace together with his just as his lips hover at the edge of my panties, the tip of his tongue trailing a featherlight brush right underneath the seam that makes my hips lift instinctively.
He wastes no time and takes the opportunity to peel them the rest of the way down, smirking proudly as he gazes down at me bare, glistening.
"All for me?" he asks, looking back up at me with his eyes dark and full of that impossible mix of mischief and determination that always undoes me.
I whimper again and nod, voice already at that desperate tone.
"Always, Jooheon." I breathe.
"Good girl," he says once more, leaning back down to press soft kisses to the inside of my thigh.
I gasp, my hands let go of his, only to fly to his hair now as I twitch against him with each kiss that gets closer and closer to my already dripping core.
His smirk returns, a dimple carving in deep as his fingers ghost where he knows I need him the most.
"Let them keep talking," he murmurs, his voice low, his breath warm against my skin.
"I'll just keep making you sing instead."
Before I can speak, his tongue slides up my center in one long swipe before he trails it back down, those perfect lips of his suctioning over my clit.
I gasp, back arching underneath him, his damn hands pinning me down at the hips so I stay still, because he knows how my body reacts to him, better than I know myself.
But tonight, he feels different... like each of his moves is saying, "Yeah, I'll show you" to the whole damn internet.
He pulls back, chin wet with me already.
"You're so fucking sweet," he says, his breath hot against me as he dives back in.
I'm a moaning mess as my heels slide against the marble of the countertop, trying to hold on for dear life, fingers tangling in his hair that's finally at that perfect tugging length.
He groans in approval as he grips my hips harder, making me whimper.
He laps at me deeper with more hunger, like he still has something left to prove here, determined to erase every last doubt that exists about those sinful lips of his.
His eyes are locked on mine as he works my clit with slow licks, one of his fingers teases my entrance, and my breath hitches.
"Joo..." I choke out, trying to hold his gaze, but my head thumps back onto the countertop.
"You're so...fuck...so good at that." I pant, voice cracking as the last word turns into a moan.
The compliment makes his smirk wider, pure pride boasting behind his lips.
"The best?" He asks, and I let out a breathy laugh.
"You're always the best, Honey," I say in between pants, fingers lazily coming down to trace his cheeks that are shining with me.
"At everything," I whisper.
His smirk deepens, almost cocky now, but still laced with something raw as he hums, low and satisfied.
He wastes no more time and leans back down to tease my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips hard.
My head falls back again, eyes rolling as I gasp out a breath.
"Fuck!" I cry out when a finger finally slides inside of me, curling just right to hit that perfect spot only he knows how to hit.
The groan that escapes his lips when I clench around him, and it makes my mouth fall open, the sound of him alone brings me closer to the edge.
He works his fingers slowly and steadily, like he's trying to rewrite the narrative...the one that started with a tweet and ended with me on his counter, displayed to him like a feast.
He pumps his fingers in and out of me as he watches my face, always watching me, taking in every sigh and moan of mine like he's sampling the moment.
Each breath, each sound...remixing me into something only he could create.
His very own masterpiece.
He adds a second finger, stretching me as he takes me back into his mouth at the same time.
My thighs clamp around his ears, the countertop slick as I feel that familiar heat starting to build with each flick of his relentless tongue.
"Jooheon...fuck yes, right there," I whimper, hips shamelessly rolling against his mouth, chasing that perfect pressure that will bring me to the brink of ecstasy.
I feel him smirk with pride,
"There?" He asks as he curls upwards again, and I gasp, nodding instantly.
He's a man on a mission now, doubling his efforts as his tongue and fingers work in tandem as my moans hit that pitch that leaves his fingerprints buried into me.
"Baby...fuck. I'm gonna..."
The words get lost in a silent scream as my orgasm rips through me and I cum hard.
I cry out his name, pulsing around his fingers while he keeps licking me through it, not letting one drop of his victory go to waste—greedy boy.
My legs are still trembling when he pulls back, lips slick with me, licking them slowly, full of pride.
"That's the one," he says, voice low and satisfied. "My favorite song."
I blush at his words, as if he didn't just make me hit three octaves I didn't even know were possible.
"Guess those Twitter rankings need an update," He murmurs, smirking boastfully.
I let out a breathless laugh as he starts to kiss up my body, soft and tender now.
He brushes my hair back from my damp cheeks, kissing where his fingers just ghosted.
I nuzzle my head into his hand, kissing the palm of it and looking up at him.
"You know it was just a silly Twitter thread, right, baby?" I say softly, more serious now.
He huffs a quiet laugh against my skin, still catching his own breath.
"Yeah...yeah, I know," he murmurs, his forehead resting on mine.
"It just got to me for a second...but it doesn't matter now. You reminded me. You think I showed them?" He asks, smiling, dimples deepening as he helps me sit up, counter still slick.
I chuckle softly, rolling my eyes playfully as he moves in between my legs that are now dangling off the side of the counter.
I cup his face, looking up at him.
"Yeah, you showed them." I smile,
"And I'll help remind you any day, any time," I say as my finger brushes over his bottom lip, leaning in closer to him.
"Lee Jooheon...Monsta X's best kisser." I whisper, smiling against his lips.
He smiles and then kisses me slowly at first, like he's memorizing the rhythm of his own redemption, before deepening it...sure, steady, certain.
"Damn straight," he says back against my lips.
"And don't you ever forget it." He says.
I grin, brushing my thumb over his dimples again.
He smirks, fingers tilting my chin up ever so gently as he finds my lips once more, voice low as he speaks.
"Good." He says. "Then let's love like crazy."
✦ ✧ ✦ 🍯 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 🌙 ✦ ✧ ✦
Annnnd that's how a single Jooheon message spiraled into this whole one shot 😭
Thank you so much for reading—this story was my "testing the waters to see if people dig my writing before is start sharing" moment lmao. I definitely aimed for something sexy but not pure smut, ya know? Hopefully yall vibed with that!
The final line, "Let's love like crazy," is something he said after his "Don't neglect me" message, and it felt like such a Jooheon thing as a way to end this, too.. passionate, fearless, & full of heart. 🙂↕️
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