#jinki x you
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— LESS SUGAR (onew x reader)
Synopsis: A playful first impression with a certain shining idol in your own coffee shop takes your life into an interesting turn. A merge of two worlds, you never expect Jinki to provide you company and comfort. But he does, all the while ordering lattes and pastries.
Pairing: Lee Jinki x fem!reader
Genre: coffee shop!au, idol!Jinki, fluff (like, lots of fluff), piniiiing, angst, smut
Word count: 17376 words (lmao its a SLOW burn)
Warnings: sakura jinki!! (Yeah it’s a warning), mentions of diet, implied depressive episodes, heavy make out, vaginal fingering, Jinki big dick agenda, domsub undertones, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cream pie (careful folks), minors dni!
AN: Happy 525 everyone! What other perfect timing to celebrate my love for SHINee’s leader. But actually, I wrote this one almost 2 years ago now?? And I thought yeah no way this will stay in drafts forever. I just need a sweet fic for dearest Jinki, you know? Please enjoy!
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You empty a box of newly arrived goods. After a few considerations, maybe you should’ve arranged the displays at night when you have more time instead of in the mornings before you open the store. But they look fine as it is; the coffee grounds are lined up neatly, and the rustic decors compliment them well. Deciding the shop is all ready, you check the time. It’s only a few minutes before 7 o’clock, so you flip the wooden sign from ‘close’ to ‘open’.
Almost a year has passed since you opened your own cafe. The journey wasn’t a walk in the park. From the loans, experimenting in your apartment kitchen, and the amount of time and energy spent gathering the resources. But you made it, now owning a small cafe that can house up to fifteen customers. Often perceived as a friendly person, you managed to gather a handful of regulars.
The bell chimes, and you turn to see your regular coming in through the door. “Good morning, Eunmi!” You chirp, before noticing her gloomy visage. “You look particularly bright today. The usual?”
The regular, Eunmi, is a working woman who lives nearby with her husband. She sighs before nodding. "I only slept for a couple of hours.” She drags herself to the counter. “Do you remember that co-worker I told you about?”
She rambles on, complaining about this and that while you tinker with your coffee machine. Occasionally you laugh, but you mostly take your time to listen. Eunmi is the one who requested you to open the store earlier. Not having any problem with mornings, you happily oblige. Ever since, with a raging need for someone to vent to and a caffeine boost, she visits daily.
“You should take a day off,” you advise while finishing off the beverage. You grab the paper cup carefully, gesturing to Eunmi who’s still sitting down. “One almond caffe mocha to go.”
“I’ll think about it,” she murmurs tiredly as she gets up, dragging herself to her coffee. “I’m off, then. Thanks for the drink!”
With a wave, she leaves the cafe. There goes your early morning regular. You go back to your favorite pastime, rearranging the items on your shelf. You are contemplating putting the house blend on the front counter to replace the Vietnamese Arabica when the door chimes. Delighted, you shout, “Welcome!”
A man walks in hesitantly. At that moment, you can't possibly recognize him. He wears a mask and a baseball hat. The hoodie and the dark jeans make him appear like one of the people from your neighborhood.
What you notice is that he’s a new customer, and his eyes are... pretty.
You push the last thought aside and switch to your customer service mode. “Here’s the menu,” you gush, your voice sounding too pitchy to your ears. The man blinks at you before his gaze falls on the printed paper.
Your mind betrays you and chooses to zone in on the man before you. He’s tall. His dark brown hair stops above the nape of his neck with soft strands of fringe framing his defined heart-shaped face. Though it's hidden by the mask, you can see his high cheekbones. Despite that, you can’t help but focus on his hooded soft brown eyes. From your place behind the counter, you’ve seen many attractive people. You noticed their neat makeup, their perfectly curled hair, their luscious lips, or the way they dress. Being attracted to someone’s eyes seems incredulous. But even his eyebrows look nicely groomed.
He lifts his gaze which inevitably meets yours. Your stomach lurches in embarrassment and you stupidly let out an “oh” before putting your best smile. Please don’t notice. “What would you like to order?”
If he notices, he doesn’t show any sign. “Can I have a brown sugar latte to go?”
His voice sounds like the drink itself; warm, sweet, and syrupy. You perk up. “Great choice. Will that be all?” The man tilts his head, humming. Cute.
“Make it with an extra shot of espresso.” You’re already grabbing the pack of grounds when you respond with good humor, “Tough day ahead?” At that, he chuckles, low and bright at the same time. Warm and syrupy indeed. “Everyday is a tough day at work.”
You laugh, but perhaps the curiosity in your expression is too obvious, because the mysterious customer’s eyes crinkle with amusement.
“It's tough work, but I love my job,” he says in what you perceive as teasing.
“Sure, sure,” you snicker, now pouring measured liquid brown sugar into the paper cup. You’re confident in your coffee-making skills, and you can’t wait to hear his reaction. Maybe he can join your not-so-long list of regulars.
“Brown sugar latte with double shot.” You give him the paper cup. “Enjoy!”
Another eye crinkle smile grazes his covered face. With a closer look, there’s a slight jaw movement behind his mask. “Thank you very much,” he responds and you notice the formality. “By the way, do you happen to sell any food?”
You bite the insides of your mouth. “Yes, but I only stock them later,” you explain ruefully. “The bakery usually delivers the pastries at 9 o’clock. I apologize.” You bow and he immediately raises both of his hands, waving them frantically.
“Oh, no, no, it’s okay. What do you have?”
“We have a selection of buns, scones, pound cakes, egg tarts,” you gush. “They’re all delicious. But I personally like their traditional pastries. Injeolmi, red bean rice cake, yakbap, fried tteok dumplings. Auntie does a great job every time.”
Unlike other cafes that bake their own food, you work together with the local bakery that happens to make the best traditional pastries you’ve ever tried. You know they aren’t as popular as the more western pastries, but they always pull the older customers to your cafe, even becoming your regulars.
His eyebrows shoot up all of a sudden, “You have yakbap?” He asks in apparent surprise which you mirror excitedly. “Yes! Oh my god, do you like them?” He nods. “Would you like to try? I can have them stocked tomorrow.”
“Isn’t that too much trouble?”
"Of course not. But," you emphasize. "You have to come visit tomorrow morning. Promise?” The surge of boldness takes you out of nowhere. He’s just one customer who only bought one drink, but you can’t deny the urge to see him again. So when you saw the chance, you knew you had to take it.
“I will, I promise,” he chuckles and your worries melt away, swept away by the soothing voice of his promise.
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At 8 o’clock, the door chimes. You almost jump from behind the counter.
“Good morning,” the man from yesterday greets you with a small bow. Today he’s wearing a dark jacket over a simple tee. Without yesterday's baggy clothes, the outfit centers on his broad shoulders well. A mask is still in place, but now without the hat, you can see more of him. At least more of his soft-looking short brown hair. A surge of familiarity rushes through you. After a quick run through your memories, your mind comes up blank. You shrug off the thought but he’s faster to notice you zoning out.
“What? I promised, didn’t I?” He mumbles, and you respond with a small laugh, “You did.”
You usher him to the counter, pulling out a small basket. “Now here’s my end of the deal.”
“What’s all this?” He glances in the basket. Inside is a handful of pastries, covered neatly in plastic wrap. “There’s so many!”
You smile proudly. “I asked the bakery for a sampler basket. So these are their best-sellers. We have a kaya bun, blueberry lemon scone, garlic basil bread, yakbap,” you wink, “fried tteok dumplings, and red bean rice cake.”
“Wait--”
“And I’ll give you a special price.” You send him another cheeky grin, and you feel triumphant when you see his resigned face.
“I didn’t expect you would prepare a whole basket… But thank you,” he sighs before breaking into one of his eye-smiles. It looks so familiar and the feeling starts to gnaw at you once more. Like reaching out to remember a dream, it feels close yet you can't come up with a name to associate his face with. You snap back to reality, hearing him say something in your direction. “Yes?”
“I’d like to have the drink from yesterday,” he states almost giddily. “It’s delicious. I thought it’d be too sweet.”
Oh. You cover a smile with the back of your hand, secretly proud of yourself. Elated, you lean in before you even know it, catching your customer's attention.
“Be sure to come back for more, then.” Right after the words leave your mouth, you recoil. You sound like you were flirting, and you don't flirt with customers.
“Oh, don’t mind if I do." You stare at him in surprise, seeing the teasing glint in his eyes. Flustered, your throat tightens.
“R-right. One brown sugar latte coming up.” Warm, sweet, syrupy… Sticky.
After finishing the latte with sprinkles of cinnamon powder on top, you put the plastic cap on and bring it to your only customer. The man is sitting in the corner, on one of the chairs that has its back on you. He's eating a piece of yakbap from a plastic wrapper when you approach the table. “Here’s-"
Perhaps, that day you forget that people eat with their mouths. Uncovered. In the end, nothing prepares you to witness the face behind the mask.
A few weeks ago, you were watching TV on your couch. One of your favorite dramas had just ended, so you were stuck watching a random variety show. Loud screams pierced your ears, making you jump so you checked the show. A couple of people were sitting at the table, and one of them, a handsome young man with light brown hair and lovely eyes, was reenacting his version of the famous Gwiyomi song. What a weird guy, you thought with a laugh while seeing him kiss each of his fingers just a little too passionately.
“- your drink,” you finish shakily. The new information almost freezes you in place but you put on your best (worst, stiff) customer service smile anyway. Defying another expectation, Onew - oh god, it is him - takes the paper cup from your hand. Your fingers touch briefly and you swear there's a jolt that tickles. The idol is staring at you with a hint of worry, indicating he knows the cat's out of the bag.
You should leave him be, he might be uncomfortable. But then, a sight of empty plastic wrappers catches your attention. "How's the food?" You inquire placidly. Creative.
The worry in his face dissipates very slightly and you realize how different he looks now without the mask. You can see the plump lips parting before he says, "You're right, they're so good."
The compliment somehow melts your worries.
"Right? They taste exactly the same since I was a child. Auntie had just started baking the western pastries a few years ago, but she’s too tired to run the bakery full-time. So I thought having her pastries in my cafe would be perfect," you stop, internally scolding yourself for rambling all that to the celebrity, "I talk too much don't I?"
"You own this cafe?" The man asks instead, his mouth gaping and eyes wide. Adorable.
"Owner, barista, waitress, slash everything," you rub the back of your neck, pressured by the questioning gaze he has on you. Without his mask, he seems more intense. Or, you are subconsciously affected by his idol status. While this is not the first time you meet a celebrity from behind the counter, it is the first time you're engaged in conversation with them. Especially with someone of a high tier like him. Someone amazing.
"That's amazing." His voice echoes, jolting you back to reality
"What?" You sputter. He definitely notices you zoning out because his smile - you can see his mouth now, oh god - is too mischievous and knowing. This is getting too much.
Rigidly, you peek into the paperbag, noticing the amount of pastries left. "What are you going to do with them?" Onew looks at the paperbag before standing up and grabbing the bag. "I'll share them with people at work."
You step back with a laugh. "Do you think they'll like it?"
"I think they will. Well, some can't enjoy it due to… a strict diet. But one won't hurt." Onew takes his coffee in one hand, and the paperbag in the other. He raises both hands slightly, gesturing with the items. "Thank you. I'll be going now."
"No,” you begin tentatively, “Thank you, Onew."
You internally pat yourself on the back for letting that out.
His ever so expressive eyebrows rise before he lets out a bark of laughter. "Well, isn't that unfair."
"What is?"
"I see you know my name already," he supplies, staring down at you with a pretty gummy smile. "But I don't know yours."
Heat rushes to your cheeks when his words sink into your brain. You would pray it wouldn't show but you find your tongue unable to form useful words. Instead, as an uncontrolled fight or flight reaction, it responds haughtily, "Come back tomorrow, and I'll tell you."
You curse the random unsolicited rush of courage. But Onew's surprised expression is already morphing into a half smirk, and you can't decide if you regret it.
"Deal. I'll see you tomorrow, miss."
Exactly one minute after the door closes, you curl up on the floor and let out a groan. What just happened?
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Jinki knows he shouldn't be doing this.
That morning, he woke up exactly three hours before his first schedule of the day. The warm sunlight tempted him to go for a jog, but the ache crawling through his body reminded him what a bad idea that was. The day before, the dance instructor had drilled them with another wild choreography, and in the morning, his joints were positively protesting.
So he took a walk. Enjoying the sunlight, he left the rows of high-rise apartments for the quiet residential complex. The bustle of the crowded market and gossipy house-wives felt like a calming noise, and he continued his walk until he turned one corner.
Nothing should've caught his attention, but everything did. The shop's facade of pale red bricks was a splash of color in between the other buildings. A couple of vintage lantern lamps decorated the shop, and there were wooden signs with intricate lettering on the wall and glass door. Jinki realized it was a coffee shop, a small one. There and then he thought he needed his caffeine, and the nearest Starbucks was blocks away. So he went in, met the cute barista, got a delicious latte, and left.
And ever since, he keeps coming back for more.
“Someone enjoys visiting this little place,” she laughs one morning, cocky and amused. It’s his visit for the third time in a row. Borrowing her high energy and boldness, he smirks in reply.
"You’re the one who asked me, though," he mentions, holding a small cup of her manual brew. A new house blend, she had mentioned. It has a subtle sweetness to it, which Jinki likes.
"Asked what?"
"To come back here."
She chuckles, that rare hint of shyness surfacing once more. "I was just messing around."
But he wasn't, and back then, he would do anything to get to know her name. So the day after her request, Jinki returned. After an order of one brown sugar latte and five miscellaneous pastries, all to-go, Jinki sat down and propped his chin on top of his folded hands, waiting. His legs were fidgeting, a sign of anticipation and nervousness that he was well attuned with.
"Are you dining in?" She asked, probably feigning innocence, as she shuffled through various packets of coffee. What a tease.
"No," he responded curtly.
She moved away from the shelves to the edge of the counter, facing him. Oh, she's doing this on purpose. With a hand covering her mouth, she laughed silently. Jinki thought she shouldn't hide her laughter, or her smile, because it’s pretty and bright, just like her.
"I'm sorry, I owe you something, don't I?" She asked sweetly, like those drinks she makes for him.
"Yes, you do." Jinki managed out, a crooked smile gracing his lips in a low effort intimidation.
"Okay, okay," she resigned. "You should make a habit of checking the bill, Onew."
Realization hit him and he rushed to pull the bill out of his pocket. There, written in neat handwriting, was a name. In awe, he said it once, testing it on his tongue—and he heard a crash.
"Oh--oops," she clambered to grab the fallen coffee packages. Jinki was wondering how attached this woman was to her coffee supply before he took a glance at her face. Pink tinted her cheeks and he wouldn't lie, it was a sight to see. Presumably annoyed, she was about to say something but Jinki just called her name once more, abruptly stopping her. So he raised his chin, taking a better look at the flustered barista with a satisfactory smile, “Everything okay back there?”
She nodded once before turning away, cheeks still flaming as she broke their eye contact. He just laughed. Cute.
Today, he finds himself once more in front of her store. Earlier, he found out Minho already had plans to visit his mother, and so, Jinki was left alone in the dorms. He's used to being alone in the apartment, but today he has a particular yearning to be somewhere else but home.
"Onew," she greets, ever so cheerful in the mornings. "The usual?"
Despite the merciless schedule in his line of work, Jinki hasn't met a lot of morning people. Especially the ones who are comfortable with an early schedule by nature. It took him years after debuting before his internal alarm worked properly. And after hundreds of cranky morning schedules, he finally could manage his mood well. She must have been born with the sun smiling upon her. Perhaps that is her destiny, to wake up effortlessly and share her energy through caffeinated beverages. Jinki has an urge to ask if she ever stays up late, maybe later.
"Actually, can I have an iced americano?" Jinki asks after a quick glance at the menu. This time he needs something with less sugar.
She is beaming, as usual. "Sure. But I recommend you drink it fast, it's warm outside—"
"I'm having it here." Jinki already grabs a seat, putting his bag and pulling out a book. Her expression is a mixture of confusion and delight. "...Is it okay?"
"Of course!" She exclaims all too fast before rushing to her tools.
An amicable silence stretches. Hisses and clamor from behind the counter occasionally fill the air, but otherwise it's quiet. After endless days in a loud environment, he appreciates the silence. He can’t remember the last time he sat still like this, without TV or a Youtube video to accompany him. He takes his book, a best-selling novel he picked up from the airport months ago during his work trip, and starts reading it. When his iced americano arrives, he thanks her properly and dives back into the story.
It's peaceful. At some point, she puts on music. Slow to medium-tempo songs in foreign languages, and it doesn't disrupt his reading, in fact, he enjoys it.
During his stay, customers come and go. He can't see them, because his back is facing the major part of the cafe. But he can hear them clearly. And interestingly, they talk a lot. One customer, a young girl, comes up to you, gets a large glass of iced chocolate milk, and proceeds to tell you about her crush. Another, an elderly man who apparently visits regularly, orders one hot barley tea and a red bean paste bun. Then he starts to give her updates on his newborn grandchild. Jinki hears her squeal before she asks for the man’s wife or daughter.
He finds all the interaction endearing, somehow.
"So, what's the occasion?"
The sun is now high up in the sky, signalling it's nearing noon. Jinki was feeling tiny pricks of hunger when she appeared near his table, a few tupperware in hand. "It gets lonely," she said cheekily. With each little talk they exchange, Jinki wonders why he didn’t ask her to sit here earlier, enjoying her company very much. And not before long, she offered some of her food to him, which he accepted with little resistance.
“You’ve never dined in before, what’s the occasion?”
Jinki takes one slice of rolled omelet with his chopsticks. "It's my day off," he answers.
"You have a day off, and you came here?" She looks up from her food and gapes at him. He nods.
"The apartment's empty, Minho is visiting his parents."
"It must be lonely."
"Not anymore,” he responds in earnest, and a grin emerges when he sees her fluster. Jinki is not a prideful person. He doesn’t absorb compliments like it’s his source of energy. However, knowing he can affect people like this, especially in such tight interaction, does boost his ego in a productive way. Additionally, he enjoys seeing her reaction. She’s very put together, confident, sometimes cheeky, but those rare moments when she gets caught off guard charm him. It’s like her fire turns into cotton candy, all cute and sweet.
Jinki can’t get enough of her.
“Is that one of your killer moves, Onew-ssi?” She says, hiding her strangled laugh by raising her chin with defiance. But he knows better. See? Charming.
He puts his chopstick down, and proceeds to lean his head on one knuckle. The gesture seems to affect her, because her smile falls and she’s blinking rapidly at him. “No, it’s not," he states before an idea pops into his head. "Call me Jinki."
Her mouth falls open. “What?”
“Please call me Jinki.”
He watches as she gapes wordlessly, like a cat got her tongue. In the end, she just nods softly, saying a quiet “Okay,” with a bashful whisper of his name. Hearing it, Jinki can’t help the giddiness bubbling inside him and a smug smile that graces his lips. His name sounds pretty on her tongue, and he immediately knows he will want to hear it more.
Jinki thinks maybe that is his killer move.
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To have a celebrity coming back to your cafe, and getting to know them is an oddly enjoyable experience.
One morning Onew--no, Jinki arrives with all his attention on his phone. He’s typing furiously before craning his neck to see you. “(Y/n),” he says in an exaggerated whine, eyebrows furrowing and lips pouting comically cute, “Kibum is being mean to me. He said we can’t hang out today. I’m so sad. I need my sad coffee so can you please get me a--”
“Jinki, don’t--”
“A despresso?”
“Oh my god,” you sigh audibly, a fond grin in place, making him snicker as he rubs the back of his head.
"Get it? Like espresso but depress-"
"Yes, Jinki. I get it."
Every time Jinki visits, you enjoy his company. Granted, he’s not the type to talk much, and when he does, he always manages to surprise you. You don’t know what’s worse, his dad jokes, or the fact that he’s not aware how much he’s driving you crazy. Does he know his teasing words can be wrongly interpreted as flirting? Does he know he looks good in even worn out shirts? Does he know you start to think he's been coming here not only for the coffee? With that being said, you weren’t prepared for Jinki’s presence in close proximity almost everyday.
"Whatcha' doing?" Jinki asks, his face leaning over the high counter, peeking into your workspace. His mask is off, and like his perfect face is not distracting enough, he's wearing a black sweater that snug nicely on his body. You notice how broad his shoulders are, or how his collarbones look so prominent, hanging above defined pecs. Focus, you have a job.
"I'm trying to make a new drink," you reply, measuring in teaspoons of the powder you prepared. You take the recently bought bamboo whisk to mix the powder. New tools in the kitchen always get you excited, especially if it’s your first time using it. "Do you know hojicha?"
He tilts his head, thinking, and you wonder if it's necessary for him to jut his lower lips like that. "No. Is it Japanese?"
"Mmhm, it's Japanese roasted green tea.” You start whisking the water and the hojicha powder, and Jinki gawks. As the mixture gets frothy, you elaborate. "I've been wanting to try to make it, maybe someone will be interested." Grabbing another cup, you mix the diluted powder and the milk, the ash-colored tea mixture turning the milk into gray-ish brown. "They say it tastes best with milk."
"Ah, really?" Without a warning, Jinki shots one hand forward, taking the glass from your nimble hand. You yelp at the sudden movement. He then takes a big gulp, craning his neck to drink it properly and you can't take your eyes off of his Adam's apple as it moves with each gulp, and the veins running on his neck. Shit. He pulls the glass away, and using his other hand, he wipes his mouth. Your throat goes dry.
Unaware of your struggle, he hums, "It's good. Bitter, but good.”
Shaking yourself back to reality, you take a deep breath. "I was about to say I hadn't put the sugar in."
"I think you don’t need it. Or just put a little," he grins, gesturing the aforementioned amount with his index finger and thumb, a small distance lingers between them. His fingers are pretty, you think absentmindedly. His other hand puts the empty glass back onto the counter. "You're really good at this."
At that, your heart swells with pride. "Of course, I don't want my customers to go."
"Me as well?"
"You as well,” you state, genuine. You can tell him that as much. “My early morning was never this fun."
Jinki snorts. “Me? Fun?” He asks, pointing a finger at himself. “People say I’m weird.”
“No offense, Jinki, I didn’t say you’re not weird.” The man barks a laugh and you join in. “But that’s what makes you fun. You're not boring."
Not for the first time, you witness his expression turn sheepish, almost shy and awkward. His fingers fidget behind his folded arms. But he quickly recovers, waving off your compliment.
"What about the other customers?"
The question perks your attention. "I have the best regulars," you reply, thinking of all your customers and their anecdotes. "I love talking to them."
"They seem to like gossiping with you."
"They do! Jinki, they talk a lot. There's this lady who will order parfaits only when she's upset or having a fight with her boyfriend. And also the working man who usually comes in evenings, he always asks if I serve alcohol. It's really hilarious—"
"But you always listen to them."
"Of course I do. Like I said, I love talking to them, I really do. Granted, mostly I just listen to them venting out their problems. But I guess it helps and my beverages too - " you stop yourself. "Sorry. D-did I bore you?"
"No, not at all," he answers, short and fast and most definitely teasing. "I enjoyed it. Come on, tell me more." Jinki is still leaning on the counter. His head is in his propped hand, eyes crinkling in amusement, and his plump lips are curling into a soft smile that makes your heart race. You feel warmth crawling on your cheeks.
"Don't say that. Gosh, that was embarrassing." You're still trying to hide your face behind your hands when a large palm lands on your head. You look up, and see Jinki who has straightened his back to full height, looming over you. Then, his hand is in your hair, ruffling it playfully.
"Cute," Jinki coos with a smile that shows his brilliant teeth and melts your insides into goo. After messing with your hair, he pulls his hand back and you swear his fingers brush past your cheekbones, the touch eliciting shivers down your spine. Unbothered, Jinki goes on his merry way and continues talking about random things as if nothing happened.
The audacity.
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"Alright, spill, what's up."
Eunmi's voice pulls you back to reality. Smell of food floods your senses, sweet and sour from kimchi and vinegar, and you remember your lunch with Eunmi. You look at your friend who's grabbing her spoon with a slight annoyance clear on her face.
"What? Nothing," you insist, diving back to your buckwheat noodles to avoid her piercing stare. She tsks at you, not buying the excuse.
"Nothing my ass, you've been staring at the pickles this whole time."
You're not in your cafe, in fact, you close it up for a while to have lunch out. Eunmi invited you to a restaurant near her office, only one station away from the store. It’s a cozy diner that’s not too crowded or loud, so you can talk comfortably. Eunmi brings her own car, and promises to drive you back after lunch.
The fact that even Eunmi realizes your weirdness makes you startled. You listen to her a lot, but it’s never the opposite case. You know your friend well enough to understand she won’t usually catch up on your mood swings, especially because you’re not the kind of person who shows your emotion on your sleeves. But that man just won’t leave your mind, not after driving you crazier with each passing day. Jinki keeps coming over, all smiles and charms and never forgetting to compliment you and your drinks.
And for whatever reason, you always end up talking about yourself for a good amount of time. That never happened before, not before him. You prefer to listen, and you do that well. But with Jinki, rarely does he ramble to you, instead it’s the other way around. Without a doubt, you’re getting too comfortable with him. And how can you not? He’s humble, polite, his smile lights up the whole room, and he looks like that. All soft brown hair and handsome.
"I know that face," Eunmi interrupts your trail of thoughts, her face beaming with mischief. You blink your eyes. That can’t be good. "There's someone, isn't there?"
"What? No!"
"Nu-uh, you can't fool your unnie. You’re smiling like a teenager just now,” she teases while grabbing another spoonful of her dried pollack soup.
You splutter. “I-I did?”
“So, who is it? Come on, tell me something. My coworkers suck and I need some drama."
Cursing your luck, you grumble. Eunmi must be very perceptive to recognize the look on your face. But telling her about Jinki is impossible. You won’t be able to get away by saying “I think Onew from SHINee has been flirting with me non-stop.” It’s going to be a mess--no, a mess would be an understatement.
You take a deep breath, “It’s complicated, okay?”
"Tell me about it." Eunmi snorts.
“I can’t tell you just yet.”
She stares at you directly. “But?”
“It’s just…” You begin, hand already moving to cover your mouth, as if it could help you from the massive embarrassment you feel while discussing this. “I don’t know if I’m reading things correctly,” then, “Like, what if I’m wrong?”
“So you don’t know if he’s into you, or he’s just being nice.”
"Exactly!” you gasp.
She suddenly smirks, leaning back against the chair, "That's easy, just make a move."
"Make a move?"
"Yeah, make a move,” she repeats easily, “Do something similar to what he did to you, and see his reaction. Maybe he's just waiting."
You ponder upon her advice. It’s solid, and actually doable. Albeit unsure, you keep it in mind. "Alright, I’ll try.”
You finish your lunch and go back to the cafe. Eunmi, being the best combination of a friend and a customer, requests a chocolate marshmallow frappe before she returns to her office. Back to your usual place behind the counter, and Eunmi on the chair, she tells you about her vacation plan.
“A long weekend trip with your husband? That’s amazing!” You exclaim to Eunmi who’s radiating happiness.
Eunmi slurps at her drink, humming pleasantly from the sweetness. “Mm-hm,” she responds, the joy radiating from her is a refreshing sight compared to the usual gloom. “We’re going to Damyang.”
“I’m so happy for you,” you gush, patting the older woman’s shoulder. “So you’re leaving tomorrow?”
She nods. “Finally, a time off from those douchebags.”
You laugh, remembering her stories of the god-awful co-workers, then a jingle halts you.
“Oh, welcome!” You say and immediately feel your stomach drop as you see Jinki. Shit, the timing is so bad. Jinki rarely comes in the afternoon, what's up with the rare occurrence? And just by scanning his clothes, you’re more baffled, because today's outfit today is more extreme than usual. He’s wearing one of his worn out track pants and regular trainers.The grey jacket looks okay but he’s wearing the hoodie over a snapback. You can’t see even a strand of his hair. By default, his mask is also on, so you’re not too worried about him being recognized by Eunmi.
Jinki makes his order, glancing at you with sharp eyes, something he doesn’t usually do because you already know his usual menu. You just respond formally before dashing to where your drink machine is at, from the corner of your eye you see him taking a seat near the corner. Not long after, Eunmi’s face is in front of you, worried.
“He looks sketchy,” she whispers in a rush. Jinki? Sketchy? You bit your lip, trying to hold your blank expression in place, instead of the urge to grin.
“Really? I think he’s been here before, though.”
“How can you recognize him? This guy’s all covered from head to toe, (Y/n). It’s so creepy. I hope your man doesn't look like that."
You almost choke on air. Internally you're praying Jinki didn't hear the last part. “Right, right.” You peek at Jinki with a bothered expression, crafted meticulously to deceive Eunmi. You're definitely going to tease Jinki about this later. “I’ll be careful.”
Eunmi grabs her plastic cup before hoisting the bag up her shoulder. She points her manicured nails at you. “You better be, ‘cause I have to go now. Call me if anything happens, okay?”
“I will, don’t worry,” you smile at your customer. Eunmi waves at you, gives a pointed look at Jinki’s back, and goes out of the store. As soon as the door closes, you slump on your post, letting out a loud and exaggerated sigh. You turn your sight to Jinki and find him facing you in his chair. The shit-eating grin on his face makes you more tired.
"Don't get closer, (Y/n)," he acts out, and you're already rolling your eyes. "I might bite."
You blow a raspberry while striding towards his table, a drink in hand. "Sure, sure, can't trust strangers who wear too many hoodies all the time," you grumble, putting Jinki's iced americano on the table.
The man has the audacity to pout at you in retaliation. "Not all the time."
You giggle. "What's the occasion, then?"
"Nothing." He slurps the black coffee, nonchalant and ridiculously bad at lying.
Baffled, you glare at the man who keeps drinking the beverage without care. With another brief observation, you note his outfit is actually not that different than usual. But he never wears a hoodie and a snapback. You can't even see his hair.
Oh.
“I get it!” You clap your hands excitedly as if you’re a seal. “It’s your hair, isn’t it?”
Jinki hisses through gritted teeth, forcing a crooked grin while his eyes are already looking away from yours. Bingo.
“Is it a new color? Did you cut it short?”
Mischievously, Jinki puts a finger in front of his plump lips. “Company secret.”
You pout, and he chuckles. The mischief in his face is annoying yet somehow innocent, you can't bring yourself to get mad at him. It doesn’t help that he looks positively entertained by his own game of guess. But you're ever the curious one, and seeing there's no other customer right now, you have to find out what's behind the hat.
Without much thought, you swat a hand at his snapback, tipping everything that's covering his head backwards.
"Hey!"
As if in slow motion, the hood of his jacket is pushed back, and the hat falls to the floor. Anticipation builds up in your mind when you realize you’re about to see the hair. You hear Jinki yelp, and—
"It's pink!" You gasp out, overwhelmed. Out of all things, you didn't expect to find a mop of mauve pink colored hair underneath the hat. The shade is slightly muted, making it look less artificial. For some reason, it fits Jinki so well. His lightly tanned skin and the hair combined creates an exotic appearance of him.
Jinki is now pouting again, jutting out his lower lip like the hair is a punishment. "I wanted to surprise you, you know."
You tut at him, but leans down to take Jinki's cap off the floor, dusting it slightly. "How long would I have to wait?"
"Uh, until the comeback?"
"You haven't even announced the date," you reply with an unamused expression.
Jinki chuckles. "That's true." Out of a sudden, he poses. "Ta-da! Now you know I have pink hair." The sight brings warmth, because gosh, he's a sight to see. Then, with a huff, Jinki twirls the locks of the aforementioned hair, playing it around. "It's my first time, too."
You, however, are not paying attention to what he's saying. Questions pop into your head, wondering if Jinki’s hair feels soft like how it looks right now. With the lighting in your store interior, combined with warm natural light from the outside, the hair color looks chrome-like. It’s, no pun intended, shiny. All of a sudden, you feel a strong urge to touch it, curious how it will feel against your fingertips. Albeit hesitant, Eunmi’s words echo in your ears, motivating you to test the waters.
Leaning down, you ignore Jinki’s confused gaze and pull a lock of the sakura-colored hair. Your hunch is proven correct, it’s soft and luscious. As if in entrance, you caress more of his teresses, moving them out of his eyes while your fingertips occasionally graze his ear. You’re positively jealous of the care that goes into this man’s hair. It’s so soft, you want to pet it all day. Jinki can lay his head in your lap and you’ll definitely caress his hair all day long without a single complaint. The thought makes you giddy.
Your silly daydream is abruptly stopped when a large hand closes around your wrist, gentle yet firm. Realizing what you’ve done, you yelp.
“I’m sorry, I just--” You look down from the mop of hair to Jinki’s eyes, wide and as surprised as you. The close proximity catches you off guard. When did you lean in this close?
All of a sudden, every word dies in your throat. But his next words bring more surprise.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Y-yes?"
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Jinki cuts through the endless chatter running in your head. That’s not a question you ask out of nowhere, isn’t it? His voice, as usual, is warm… syrupy, but there’s a darker edge in it that you can’t comprehend. You blink at the question, still mute from the shock.
As if shocked by his own question, he visibly gulps, Adam’s apple bobbing and stealing your attention for a second.
“That customer said something about your man.” he murmurs reluctantly. Realization hits you hard, and your jaw drops. So he did hear your conversation with Eunmi.
“No!” You blurt in a rising panic. “There’s no man. No boyfriend.” With each word, your voice becomes more quiet, the embarrassment sucking away your confidence in front of him. But It doesn't help that Jinki’s scrutinizing you from under his eyelashes, making you shrink even more. Finally, the corners of his lips quirk up.
“Really?” He asks, sounding pleased.
"Yeah. She's just teasing me. She does that a lot," you explain with a nervous laugh. You don't know how convincing your lie is, but it makes him hum, the sound is like music to your ears.
“Good,” he whispers before you feel his thumbs rubbing circles on your wrist, languid and relaxed. The calluses of his thumb drag against your smooth skin and you inhale sharply, feeling ripples of heat course through your body from the touch. His half-lidded eyes are now assessing you and you can’t look away as they move on to your lips. As if falling under a spell, the action triggers you to spontaneously look at his lips in turn, full and parted and driving you crazy.
A loud voice jolts you two back to reality. A ringtone. Phone call.
Jinki lets go of your wrist, now panicking and patting his pockets. "It's mine. Where is it, where is it..." When he finds the phone, he picks it up while standing up. "Yes, hyung?"
You see him walk away with clouded senses. Unable to pick which feeling is appropriate to express, disbelief or relief, you give up and run away from the premises, choosing to bury yourself behind the workspace.
+++
"How did it go with your man?" Eunmi asks, face literally glowing after her vacation.
You only groan in reply.
+++
It's closing time.
Moving on to the table top surfaces, you take a cloth, spraying it with a liquid cleaner and getting it ready to wipe the surface. It's going to take a while, but you don't mind. Cleaning makes your mind wander, but at least you're doing something productive.
It's one of the nights you stay late to tidy up new items and play around in the kitchen. You had finished the second attempt of an earl grey frappe before you began tidying up. The clock struck 10 o'clock a few minutes ago, so it's already an hour after your closing time. You already flipped the sign to close, but your lights are still on, intending to turn them off when you leave the store.
Days had passed after that weird confrontation with Jinki. The close proximity you shared that day still brings you heat and confusion in equal amounts, and Jinki didn't make it easier for you to get through the following days. You never addressed that day, not at all. But do things go back to normal? Not exactly.
Jinki keeps getting closer to you. You notice the brush of his fingers against your skin while passing his drink, when you talk on his table he'd tap your arm, or when he's about to leave he likes to give a playful squeeze on your shoulders. On rare occasions, he would tuck your hair out from your face while smiling sweetly before rucking the tresses into a mess. Unhelpful. In addition, you can’t stop talking to him. The man has an excellent capability to extract words from you, asking things about yourself, from your favorite drink to your life before this cafe.
With the comeback date getting close, it’s not surprising when he doesn’t visit as often anymore. Once in a few days he’d come through your door and then scream your name, saying a nonsensical “I miss you!” Little did he know you share the same sentiment, but multiplied and definitely lack the jest.
With his absence, your heart longs more for him. You realize the intangible distance between the two of you has decreased, and you can’t suppress your feelings anymore. It’s silly to fall for an idol, cliche, even. But with his soft demeanor and warm smile that always graces his heart-shaped face, it’s impossible not to.
Despite the admittance of feelings, you’re still in a limbo. You’re not an expert in love. Chasing your dream from a young age, you have no time for romance. You’ve had a fair share of crushes here and there, but never this complicated. It’s impossible to ask for advice, too.
Remembering Eunmi's words, you did make your move on Jinki. And his response was something you never quite get. Did he hate it when you touched his hair? Can you even consider making a move that time a success? Do you even know what success would be like? Many times you stopped yourself from touching him again, whether it’s his hair (which is still bright pink, by the way), or to grab his hand for whatever reason. You’re so drawn to him, like a moth to flames and it’s making you helpless.
By the time you finish polishing the last inch of the counters, the door jingles. An annoyed sigh escapes your mouth, someone doesn’t read the sign on your store. You turn to the door.
"I'm sorry, we're already closed—"
Upon recognizing the visitor, your heart beats faster with surprise and inexplicable yearning. You haven’t seen him in days, and you already forgot what he sounds like. He’s wearing another random baseball hat, but the usual mask is absent. His lips are turned into a frown, his brown eyes, usually so full of life, are unfocused, and the eyebags look prominent. The unusual state makes your stomach twist with discomfort.
"Jinki?” You take a step closer. “It's very late."
The mention of his name jerks him back to reality. Raising his head, his gaze locks with yours wearily. Tentatively, he opens his mouth, trying to get words out, but nothing comes out and he looks away, looking so defeated. Running by instincts, you step closer to him, pulling him by the wrist to drag him in. Now with him standing close to you, you can see the tiredness on his face. The little freckles on his skin are like constellations of stars, you notice he’s not wearing makeup, and you can’t help but find the mole on his chin endearing. He looks so beautiful, but tired.
"Jinki," you call out again, worry lacing each word. "Are you okay?"
As if on cue, Jinki lets out a quiet sigh that makes your heart drop. He doesn’t sound like the usual Jinki you know, and you immediately receive the answer to your question. Gathering your courage, you put a hand on his broad shoulder, and take the other to pull his hat off in order to take a closer look at him. You succeed without any restraint from the man. Then, you rub your hand on the fabric of his shirt, trying to give some sort of reassurance, for what, you don’t know yet, but you’re trying. You see Jinki’s eyes glint for a second, and suddenly a head thumps against your collarbone. Oh. Your hands stop moving, and his hat falls to the floor soundlessly.
Jinki sighs again, this time his warm breath fanning over your clothed shoulder, making you freeze even more. Your head is filled with nothing but the close distance you share with Jinki. His forehead presses firmly on your shoulder, the weight starts to feel heavy, so you stand tall, pushing against the man who’s significantly taller and larger than you, with your hands hanging awkwardly by your sides.
"...It's difficult." You hear him whisper.
You try to peek at him, but all you can see is his soft pink locks. It looks fluffy, despite the hat covering it before, if not slightly damp. Quietly, you inhale his scent, floral and musky but mostly covered by the smell of sweat. It must be from a dance practice. For some reason, you don’t mind it.
"I know my limits, and I've been doing this for years," he murmurs into your shoulders, voice weak and slightly muffled but you still can hear every word. "But it really doesn't get easier."
The words hang in the silent air, with no one speaking afterwards. Deciding to stay and listen, you let him there on your shoulder. Questions run through your head, along with many emotions you’ve never felt before for the man; pity, worry, adoration, and surprise, but you don't dare to speak or ask. Not in such vulnerability.
The next minute runs slowly, and the only thing you can hear in the empty cafe is you and Jinki’s breathing. You hope yours doesn’t sound too fast, but you try to ignore the self conscious thoughts for now.
Suddenly, Jinki tenses and pulls himself away, straightening his back that’s been hunching to reach your height. With his face bare from any makeup, you can see a light flush on his cheeks, and his ears are pink, adorably matching with the hair. He's devastatingly beautiful, and you can’t help but stare in awe. Still drowning in embarrassment, he doesn’t seem to notice.
"I'm very sorry," he whispers, formal all of a sudden, voice still close.
"It's okay." You pat his back with a smile, hoping to cease his groundless embarrassment. "You don't need to apologize, I don't mind."
Jinki looks at you for a moment, mouth parted and eyes expressing an emotion you don’t quite understand, then they turn to crescents as he smiles softly.
"Really?" He asks, voice surprisingly even, a contrast to the state he was in before, and nimbly you nod. "Can I borrow your shoulder again, then?"
Oh. "Y-yeah." Your stomach does the twisty thing and when Jinki once again lays his head on your shoulder, you can hear your heartbeat going faster, thumping softly in your ears. For god's sake, you hope Jinki won't be able to hear or worse, feel them. Without a warning, Jinki shifts his head to the side, and--is he nuzzling? You swear that’s the tip of his nose touching your neck and now there’s puffs of air caressing your veins.
This is too much. It's your first time being this close with him, and it's not the best time to have physical reactions from this intimacy. Ignoring the shivers crawling on your skin, you will yourself to stay still, and even your breathing.
The two of you stay there. Again, you hear Jinki's breathing, then you hear your own. You’re not a physically affectionate person, but all you wish right now is to embrace him properly, to stroke his back and let him stay there for as long as he needs.
So you do that, you raise a hand to his head, caressing his pink tresses. Almost greedily, he leans into your touch, as if he's been waiting for it. With a fond sigh, you can't hold yourself from ruffling his hair further.
“You’ve worked hard.”
Maybe those words won’t be enough, but you find no fault in trying.
You hear Jinki inhale sharply, then he exhales in resignation before pulling back. He’s now standing at his full height, and you have to raise your head to see him properly. Relief blossoms when you catch his calm expression. With that, you share a moment of comfortable silence, exchanging unsaid words through intangible mediums. Then, you pat his shoulder twice before moving away from his personal space.
“Sit down, I’ll make you tea,” you declare to the now panicking man, rustling to get the kettle. Jinki's face is glowing, despite the lack of makeup. He looks animated, tired, but breathtaking. It's almost like you're seeing him in a new light.
"I thought you're already closing up," he complains weakly, and you offer him an innocent smile, pulling one tea bag from the box.
The sound of a chair being pulled is your winning declaration.
"You don’t have to.”
"And you have to drink some tea. Chamomile can help you sleep better," you chide, bringing the cup to the table. As you sit down, you see him fiddling with his hands.
"So… How's your day?"
"Like usual," you shrug. "But less fun without you." His face lights up and you stifle a laugh. "I made an earl grey frappe, but it still needs something."
"A new drink? Can I try?"
You smile widely. "I'll make it for you next time."
"Make sure you don't put too much sugar in it," he winks, and it prompts a laugh from you. Jinki looks better now, more refreshed and light but you catch him zoning out a few times, his gaze seemingly focusing on your face, making you squirm internally.
"What?" You ask, noticing him staring at you again. And he just grins, showing off the adorable gummy smile.
"Nothing." And he's back to his tea. By the time he empties his glass, he offers to wash it by himself. You almost drag his hoodie to stop him, but you finally relent - he already rushes to the sink, that man - and lets him do what seems to be one of his ways to thank people. Relieved, you start to recognize his usual self once more, so you join him with a lighter heart.
You’re taking off your apron when you notice a solemn expression on his face.
“How are you getting home?” He asks.
"I take the bus from the main street, then I walk for a few blocks."
His face turns dark. "Every night?"
You blink at him, searching the issue. “Yeah.”
"Let me drive you home," he declares, walking to your side. "It's already late."
"It's not my first time going home this late, it's fine."
His eyebrows furrow. "No it's not." Much to your surprise he gently takes your hand in his, like he’s hesitant. After seeing no discomfort from your part, he squeezes. “Please, let me drive you home.”
You know you can’t say no, the sincere concern in his face melting your resistance. You simply nod, requesting a few minutes to turn off the lights and pack your bag. He complies before preparing to leave the store first.
"I park my car near the convenience store.”
"The one in the main street, right?" He affirms, and stops. Confused, you wait until he leans closer. He ruffles your hair, messing with it playfully. You yelp a complaint while he laughs, and suddenly, he puts his snapback on top of your head.
With that, he leaves the store to prepare the car.
The gesture leaves you reeling, so you hold the cap to ground yourself. Belatedly, you realize this is going to be the first time you go out with Jinki outside of the comfort of your store. You know it’s nothing big, but it feels new, and exciting. And he’s going to drive you home, the gesture feels too intimate.
Arriving at the main street, you catch a sight of a black car parking near the convenience store. Right by its side is Jinki, waiting for you. He notices your form walking towards him and immediately opens the passenger door for you. Seeing you gawk, he grins.
“Come on,” he says, leading you closer with his hand on your lower back. The action makes you warm inside. You go inside the car wordlessly, and he joins in.
Maybe it's because of how late it is. Perhaps tea does have a good amount of caffeine. Regardless, the two of you are way too lively, especially after a long day of work. Jinki keeps playing random R&B songs and almost plays SHINee’s new song by accident, eliciting a gasp from the man and a delighted squeal from you. You keep telling him the directions, and the car strolls from amidst tall buildings to the residential area, where there are only smaller apartments and condos. He takes the final turn, and you excitedly point at one building, your apartment building. It’s a humble one, but you like how the location is far from dangerous areas of the city, and it’s neat. When Jinki finally parks the car, both of you whoop a drunk-like yaaay! while still laughing at each other.
Jinki gets out of the car first, humming sweetly, and you follow suit, the quietness of your neighborhood contrasts deeply with how loud it was inside the car. But it's a nice and welcomed contrast.
You skip to the staircase to the lobby, and you notice Jinki following you before he stops right before the first stair step. Turning towards him, you're not unfazed by the ever present smile on his handsome face.
The high energy you both share simmers down, turning into a calm and light atmosphere. Surrounded by comfortable silence, you drink in the sight of him, a man that's shining so bright even in the middle of the night, on a sidewalk. However, the moment must come to an end.
"Thank you for driving me home."
"No," Jinki begins, looking straight at you with his dark eyes. "Thank you, (Y/n)."
"Don't mention it," you giggle. Realizing the item on your head, you take it off, offering it to him. "Your hat."
He waves it off. "Keep it until I see you again."
You only grip the snapback since it doesn't look like he's giving you another option. So you nod before taking a deep breath. "Alright then, good night." You exhale, disappointment creeps within your words, unnoticed.
"Wait."
You're about to turn towards the lobby to climb the stairs when his hand grabs yours and unceremoniously pulls you to him. There's a short moment of clarity and your five senses heighten, noticing his smell, his presence and—His lips press unto yours, soft and slightly chapped, you note in a daze. Warm rush of joy fills you, and you're about to return the kiss when he pulls back, the sight of him leaving you speechless. If he was glowing before, now he looks like the sun, all warm smiles and overwhelmingly bright. Even in the dark his pink hair paints an unreal picture. Catching you off guard, he leans in to plant another kiss, this time on your cheek, your disappointment is too apparent because he’s chuckling softly when he drags his lips to your ear.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he whispers hotly, eliciting pleasant shivers down your spine. Leaning back, he waves innocently, gesturing at you to get into the building. Speechless and flabbergasted, you give a small bow before practically running towards your apartment.
That night, you plop onto the bed feeling giddy like a teenager. Your mind wanders to Jinki, and Jinki only, from how he visited you tonight, how his breath feels against your skin, his laugh, his silly pink hair, and - the kiss. After a glance at his hat, which you hang near your bed side, you giggle into your pillow, looking forward to seeing the man tomorrow.
Little do you know you're not going to see him again.
+++
Days pass.
The door to your cafe stays silent at 8 o'clock. There is no sight of a tall man in oversized clothes and mask, no sight of his sakura-colored hair. Ignoring the pang in your chest, you hope he's doing okay at work.
But days turn into weeks, and you know he won't be coming back. You hear news about SHINee's comeback, how successful it is and how all the members look mesmerizing and more handsome than ever. You also hear rumors about a certain man. The news say they spotted him a few times with a female, starting from them getting coffee together, to the more recent one, a picture in which the female had her hands in the crook of his elbow, both of them were smiling, clearly head over heels towards each other. People say they look good together, an idol and a famous actress. Even the fans are supportive of their presumed relationship, saying it's about time their oppa settles down with someone good enough for them.
That day, your heart breaks into pieces.
You drown yourself in work. The auntie from your regular bakery comes over to send you a variation of new cakes, asking about the customer behind regular orders of her traditional pastries. With a strained smile, you say he’s out of town, skillfully lying to the lady, and you don’t know when he will return - this time you’re telling the truth, bitter and a hard pill to swallow. The older lady pats your back, a sad look on her face, everything takes time, my dear, she says with a very knowing gaze. You swallow down a cry, unwilling to be seen so emotionally naked in front of her or anyone else, so you tell her you'll visit her tomorrow. Eunmi knows something's wrong. You hide emotions behind your cheerful self but she recognizes a broken hearted person anywhere, especially when it's her friend. So she takes you out to a pocha - a street vendor - near the neighborhood trying to wash away your pain with eo muk tang and soju. Having quite the high tolerance, you can't even drunkenly spill your secrets to her. But loosened up from alcohol, you tell her about your expectations and how it hurts you. You're grateful for her, nonetheless.
Weeks turn into months. The cold season melts into spring, a season too famous for blossoming love and all that bullshit. You never see him again, not on the news, not in person. He becomes a figment of your memory, a shadow that never fully comes into a tangible form that you can touch, or even gaze at. You toss and turn at night, trying to forget a man who managed to capture your heart, then breaks it mercilessly. You want to punish yourself for missing him, longing to hear his warm voice, his sweet laugh, and how happy he made you feel.
+++
It’s one of your bad days.
Granted, you haven’t been in your best state for months now, but you never let it bother your daily routine. Today, however, is just not your day. You wake up with a dreadful feeling in your stomach, like you’re walking on thin ice. So you wash it down with a cup of triple espresso, letting the caffeine induce faux energy in your veins.
Now you're in the bathroom of your cafe, glaring at your reflection in the mirror. You apply more lip tint and you discover it does improve your appearance, now you're less pale, much to your relief.
"With all due respect, (Y/n), you look like shit" was what Eunmi said to you before she left for her job. Grumbling, you give in and finally fix your appearance in the bathroom. Deeming yourself presentable - in fact, you look good, your hair's on point, you note with a grin - you leave the bathroom.
You see a figure standing in the middle of your cafe.
And he is awfully familiar.
Unbidden, a wave of anger hits you. Clenching your fist, you eye the man has been haunting your mind almost every single night. A shadow that somehow has taken his form, now.
"(Y/n)," he stammers. His voice is like a wake-up call, reviving a ghastly affection that you pushed down in your heart. You always like hearing your name on his tongue, luscious and teasing, but it never sounds this bleak.
Jinki looks different, the most apparent change is his hair, which is now dark brown, reminiscent of the first time you meet him. When was that again? Half a year ago? His fringe is slightly longer, a bit wavy and it fits him so well. Begrudgingly you admit his beauty did not fade, he's still as handsome as ever, if not more, and his cheekbones are more prominent, giving him a sharper appearance.
It's clear as day that he's somber, and the fact incites more anger on your part. Inhaling through your nose, you stomp back to your place behind the counter. From the corner of your eye you see his gaze following your movement.
"What would you like to order?" You ask, because even though you're heartbroken, you're a professional.
"I need to talk to you," he says. Of course he does. Nevertheless, you put on a charming smile before his guilt-stricken face.
"Your order, please."
He leans forward. "I'm sorry - " And that's the wrong answer, not when your day is already bad as it is, not when you feel so awful from the moment you wake up in your bed. Especially not after so many questions and non-existent answers on his behalf.
"If you're not buying anything, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave," you say through gritted teeth, your customer service mask slipping off.
After an excruciating silence, he ducks his head, biting his lips, like he needs to stop himself from speaking any further. Then slowly, he walks towards the door. At that point, you should feel triumphant. But the pang in your heart says otherwise as you see his hunched back, filled with disappointment. Before leaving, he turns one more time, looking at you in the eye with a gaze that squeezes your heart painfully.
"I'll come back to visit again."
You watch the empty store, breathing harshly. There's a storm of emotions going inside you, and nothing you do afterwards helps you calm down. You've never been this shaken before, not even when you first heard of Jinki dating on the news. That day, you thought of course, of course he would date the actress. Not someone he randomly kissed after a particularly rough day. Idols are unreachable for a reason. But his reappearance opens a Pandora's box, releasing the feelings you locked in so many months ago.
To make it worse, this time Jinki is not lying. Because the next morning, he's back, he's wearing a black turtleneck shirt paired with slacks and covered by a dark brown coat, looking dashing all while smiling hospitably as he orders a huge americano and a dozen pastries for dine-in. He sits in his usual corner, fiddling with his phone all the while throwing glances at you. It's easy to ignore him with the presence of other customers, but when it's only two of you, it's a whole different kind of challenge.
Surprisingly, the man doesn't attempt to talk to you, at all. Jinki just sits there, waiting. He nibbles on one snack to the other, and continues to wait. You can hear him receiving calls silently, trying to hush his voice, but you hear words like "I'm not coming" and "I'm sorry, but I already told you yesterday” which start to melt the ice that’s settling within you.
The sun is setting when you decide you can't stand it anymore. He's been eating nothing but pastries, he had ordered another glass of coffee and he. Just. Won't. Leave. Checking the time, it's been 9 hours, and you’ve waited long enough, way too long, to get the answers you’ve been asking for.
With dread clawing inside your stomach, you stand up and walk to his table. Jinki notices your presence and immediately perks up. You despise the glimmer of hope in those familiar brown eyes.
"Why are you here?" The tremble in your voice is evident, and you inwardly curse. Jinki, however, looks determined and stares back with a steely gaze.
"I want to talk to you," he states evenly.
"Right now? The store is still open."
The air on his face changes abruptly, and you almost step back, feeling his anger. After throwing you an unexpected sneer, he speed-walks to the door, grabbing your wooden sign and flipping it over from ‘open’ to ‘close’. You stammer a protest, but he's already in front you, looming over with his taller body.
"It's closed." Motivated by desperation, you know he will do anything to get what he wants. But internally you shake off the tingles of warmth you feel when seeing him this assertive. "Can we please talk now?"
You chew the insides of your cheek, biting off your frustration, because you know he got you cornered. With a sigh, you nod. You've listened to many people, many stories ranging from sorrow to joy, and you listen well, quiet and composed. Now, you're anything but. You can't bring yourself to look him in the eye, uncomfortable with the increasing tension in the air. He remains silent, and you feel more uneasy. When he finally speaks, you should’ve seen it coming.
"I'm sorry." You feel each word stabbing your chest. "I'm sorry for not coming back, I have my reasons so please let me explain first."
You inhale sharply. "You have a girlfriend."
"No, I - "
"You have a girlfriend. Why did you even kiss me?"
Hurt flashes on his face. "She's not my girlfriend. And I kissed you because I wanted to."
Anger rises in your veins.
"Everybody says it. It's all over the news." You hold the urge to sneer, to laugh at his attempt to lie. Jinki’s mouth opens and closes a few times, his hand flailing helplessly. Then, he holds a hand up.
"Give me a minute," he insists before opening up his phone. You're close to berating him for lack of manners but he suddenly holds the phone to you. You look up at him quizzically. He only nods, somber and knowing, so you take it.
You gasp, your stomach churns with dread.
On his phone screen is a picture of the two of you, clearly taken by someone who's not supposed to see it. It was from that night before he stopped visiting, and it has you and him on the main street, right before you enter his car. Your face is hidden by the cap he lent, but he is ushering you into the car with a hand on your lower back. Unlike your features, Jinki's are crystal clear. He’s not wearing anything to cover his face, and his pink hair is bright in the dark. From the proximity, it's obvious what it looks like.
"T-this is - "
"Paparazzi. We managed to prevent the worst case with the help of media insiders, but we still needed to do preventive measures.” At that moment, SHINee was about to start promoting a comeback, if it went wrong, it'd ruin everything. “So, one of my agents suggested I fake-dated another celebrity to cover it up."
Your eyes widen. He stops, and stares at you knowingly.
"I was under heavy scrutinization. The media had their eyes on each and every movement I made. They followed me everywhere." He ducks his head, chuckling with an uncharacteristic self pity in his voice.
"I couldn't visit you. It was too risky. So I waited, and played along with the plan. Thankfully, announcing the relationship was not necessary. The pictures and interactions were enough. In the end, all we had to do was deny the rumors, saying we're just friends who helped each other in her acting gigs. Furthermore, I don't think they managed to publish the original picture. If they did… Let's just say I wouldn't be here."
Silence stretches between the two of you. Your mind is still processing all the things he’d said, but you can feel the blooming hope within your heart, trying to tell you to listen and to give him a chance.
Jinki inhales, chest expanding before letting out of his frustrations through a harsh exhale. Then, he moves forward, taking your hand with his hesitant ones, testing the waters. Staying still, you watch with anticipation and thundering heart as he pulls your hands up.
“I miss you. I miss this place. Being around you makes my worries disappear, as if the only thing that matters is the time we spend together. I've always enjoyed your company since I first visited this place by chance but…” he takes a deep breath, eyes boring straight into yours.
“I didn’t expect to fall for you."
Your breath hitches, and he moves closer. Just an inch closer, testing the waters.
"Please, give me a chance. I didn’t mean to stop seeing you. To stop visiting for months, not being able to see your smile… It was a torture.”
With shallow breaths, the aftermath of your shock, you find yourself unable to say anything. Your head is light and dizzy - clouded with emotions after his revelation. He pulls your hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss that stills you even further. His eyes are solemn, filled with so much longing that suddenly becomes clear to you.
"Will you forgive me? Can I try again?”
Months of learning to forget and hate him melts away. There's something in your expression that makes Jinki's eyes soften. You miss that gentleness that brings so much life to the man, but most of all, you miss him. Just him. Letting instinct take over, you pull your hands away from his grasp as his face falls.
"You idiot," you murmur helplessly, moving forward only to punch his chest, albeit weakly, ignoring his protests as he stumbles back with a yelp. "I waited. I waited for you but you never came back, I thought you - you got bored of me or something."
"(Y/n), no - "
Something inside you snaps, and you let words come out like a waterfall.
"I like you a lot, Jinki. More than a lot. I-I think I'm falling for you too. I didn't know what to do when I saw the news. It made me feel so bad about myself. And you just kissed me too. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
He scratches the back of his neck, a little embarrassed.
"W-well, I don't have your number."
Unbidden, you choke out a strangled laugh, noticing the tears that's appearing in your eyes. With trembling fingers, you grab his shirt, hiding your face away in his chest.
"I waited for you." You repeat, voice hoarse and weak.
With a tenderness you never felt before, he holds your face and frowns, regret paints his eyes darker.
"I'm sorry, I'm here now."
"Is it even safe for you to be here?"
"It's been months, I'm out of their radar now, my team made sure of it."
"Stupid."
"I know, I know. I am stupid, I'm sorry."
"I missed you." You finally say, and in a second warmth engulfs your body as he pulls you into his arms. The scent that is undoubtedly Jinki, oh so familiar to you, comforts you almost instantly.
"I missed you, too." He says into your hair, and you return his embrace with a hiccup. "Are you crying? I'm so sorry."
You pull back, stubbornly trying to show him you are not crying but he just laughs - bright and warm, shit, you really missed it - cupping your face so tenderly it makes your cheeks burn. But something in your face makes him frown.
“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” Your eyes widen at the nickname and his face falls. "Um, is it okay if I call you that?"
"S-sure," You reassure him, secretly melting inside.
"Good. So, what's on your mind?" He inquires with a hint of worry. You bite your lips, thinking about a question that has been lingering in your mind.
“So that night, when you kissed me… It wasn’t a mistake?”
At that, a smug smile graces his plump lips. Gosh, you even miss this side of him, the one that takes enjoyment in flustering you.
“I never regret it."
Relief floods your heart, and it leaves blossoms of hope. So you look up at him, putting on a cute expression that hopefully melts him.
“Can you do it again?”
He chuckles, not showing any protest before leaning in to capture your lips.
“Gladly.”
+++
"Are you sure it's safe?"
"I parked the car at a market two blocks away from your cafe, I think we're okay, (Y/n),” he sighs, pushing your back for you to start walking. Due to someone’s reckless action, you closed the store hours before it’s closing time, and now you even get to go home early.
You laugh. "Fine."
There's a part of Jinki that will never agree to you going home by bus, hence why he's insistent on driving you home once again. With a lighter heart, you accept.
But contrasting the previous trip, the ride home is silent. You can hear the faint sound of keys jingling against the dashboard, and the constant clack of pedals being stepped on. You turn your gaze to the driver, the sight of his side profile greeting you. He's breathtaking, you think, the mole on his chin is beyond adorable, and all of a sudden, the man turns his face. He offers you a smile before patting your thighs - as if knowing that smile makes your legs weak - and within seconds his eyes are back on the road, leaving you flustered.
Jinki parks the car across your apartment building, bringing a deja vu to the whole situation. You open the door and step a foot outside, thinking of saying good night to Jinki there and then. But he doesn't share your thoughts, because he's already leaving the car, intending to see you to the lobby.
"Alright then," he says softly. "Good night, (Y/n)."
The insides of your stomach twists. You don’t want him to leave yet. Months passed without him in your life, and despite having brighter days ahead within the new relationship, a selfish part of you still wants to spend time with him, making up for the lost time. You don't know what pushes you forward that night, but you’re already pulling the cuff of his sleeves, fingers curling around the fabric.
Jinki turns around, confusion clear in his brown eyes. "Yes?" He's tilting his head, cute.
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" You blurt out and his eyes turn into saucers. "You haven't eaten a proper meal today. I can make something for both of us."
His surprise melts into a bright smile, his eyes crinkling with happiness. You see his ears turning red. "I'd love to."
You step into your home first, taking off your shoes and changing them to slippers. Gingerly, yet excited, you pull another pair of slippers to give to your guest. It’s a pair of white bunny slippers, with little ears as the decoration. You hope he doesn’t mind the design.
"Oh, thank you," he says, stifling a laugh at the object - rude - before ducking to follow your gesture. Then, he removes his coat, hanging it on the rack, revealing a set of broad shoulders and chest, the fabric of his low turtleneck shirt emphasizing the swell of his arms. You hang onto the sight for a little too long, and by the time you look away, Jinki already has a knowing smirk, amused at your dumbfounded expression. With a huff, you practically rush inside your home, ignoring him.
Without even looking, you know he's scanning your room. You're quite proud of it, because it may be small, but you made it as comfy as possible. You don't have dining tables, instead you have island counters and high chairs. Gesturing Jinki to sit there, you excuse yourself to change into more comfortable clothes. As you're about to reach your room, Jinki calls your name. You turn to see him holding a familiar cap from your shelves.
"You kept it with you." He's grinning as he flails the hat, looking all giddy and adorable, and it's contagious.
"Of course, you told me to."
"That I did. But I didn't expect you to hold it after what happened."
He's not wrong. Many times you wanted to throw it away, since it's the only item you have that's left of him, the only string left of the frail connection you had with Jinki. But you couldn't, despite the bittersweet feeling that came from seeing the hat, sometimes you found comfort from it.
As if sensing the deflated mood, he pushes the hat on your head playfully, pulling a laugh from you which halts when the back of his hand caresses your cheek, his eyes assessing you with intrigue. The same hand ends up on your shoulder, giving a light push.
"Go on, aren't you going to change?"
You scowl half-heartedly, trying to ignore the subtle suggestive tone in his voice.
Quickly, you go into your room to store the hat away and change into your usual attire at home, lounge shorts and a large t-shirt. You stride to the kitchen area and take a second to drink in the sight of Jinki in your kitchen. It’s real. The scene is so domestic you can feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
"Does soybean soup sound good to you?" You ask, now standing in front of the island counter. You laugh internally realizing how similar this is to your usual dynamic at the café. "I have some pork dumplings too.”
Jinki blinks, then he looks at you from your head to toe with half hazed eyes. The way he’s drinking in your form triggers the heat pooling in your belly, especially when he stares at your thighs for a moment too long, and you can't help but squirm under his gaze. It's a truce, you suppose, for you've ogled at him as well.
"That sounds lovely." His voice is quiet, eyes hazy like he wasn’t paying attention to the conversation. "Can I do anything to help?"
Bless this man. "Then, can you chop the vegetables?"
"Sure." He gets up and walks to your side, already eyeing a cutting board that’s hanging near the sink. Meanwhile, you’re rummaging through the freezer, acquiring a bag of frozen pork and leek dumplings, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you're cooking together and it's so domestic, fuck - you move to the shelves, intending to get the soybean paste container up there. It's not that high, you swear, but you do need to tiptoe.
Then unexpectedly, a hand goes past yours to grab the container. Familiar scent tickles your nose and warmth seeps through your back, with that you know Jinki’s standing behind you.
Sheepish, you turn to thank him but stop when you realize how close he is. He's looking at you with hooded eyes, intense and filled with emotions you're familiar with, because perhaps, you're mirroring it. A rustling sound catches your attention, and you notice Jinki putting the container down to the counter. You can feel the top surface of the same counter digging into your hips, and belatedly you catch up with your situation, it almost feels like you're cornered.
Jinki puts his hand on the counter by the side of your torso. With the rolled sleeves, the muscle of his arms draws your attention once more, his bicep tensing as the hand presses on the surface. Now you're cornered by his strong arm, and he moves the other to your hair, fingers tickling your temples, dragging them slowly to move your fringe out of the way.
"Are you okay?" Asks Jinki, almost rhetorically, voice lower than you've ever heard in all the time you've known him. He smells like wood and a hint of something floral, and you start to feel intoxicated from it. He's moving closer, at first you can only hear his breath, but within seconds you can feel each puff of air on your skin.
You take note of your heartbeat that runs a mile, the way you breathe in shallow intakes, and the wild butterflies in your stomach. You notice how desperately you want him to touch you, kiss you, it's inappropriate. Then, the answer should be no, you're far from okay.
Instead, you gulp. "Yes," you rasp the answer and the corner of Jinki's mouth quirks up, devilish yet sweet.
"Good."
And then he's on you. His lips descend on yours, urgent and feverish, and you melt against him immediately. You know this is not the first time you kiss, but it wasn’t like this before, that one was short and sweet, you didn't think it could be this hot and intoxicating.
His hand cups your cheek, tilting your head to mold your mouth better, the gesture makes you weak and you let him guide you to his will, and by the time he succeeds, you're already gripping his shoulder for balance and support.
Jinki opens his mouth, pulling your lower lip in between his teeth, grazing and teasing it until you accidentally let out a whimper that causes him to inhale sharply. The noise fuels your need to be closer to him, so you kiss him back harder, trying to take any sort of control. But Jinki's not having it, he puts his hand on your lower back, gripping them tight enough to make you gasp. He uses the opportunity to sneak his tongue past your swollen lips.
Overwhelmed by him, you push your own appendage against his, meeting it shyly. He groans, voice rumbling low like never before and it goes straight into your core. Your lips dance together in a sensual rhythm as the temperature between you seems to increase. Eventually, you grow more breathless, and pull back. He follows suit, detaching your mouth but keeping you close to him. Like tunnel vision, you can only focus on the man who has you in his arms.
Jinki touches your forehead with his, which feels really warm. His whole body radiates heat, like a furnace, and you want the warmth to engulf you more. Pulling back, he cups your face tenderly, calloused thumb rubbing your cheek carefully, as if too much pressure will break you into pieces. You won’t break, but the weight of his gaze does cause you to squirm. Feeling self conscious, you bring a hand up to your face, attempting to hide your disheveled self only to have Jinki tut at the action.
"You always do that." With his large hands, he pries your smaller ones away, showing your flushed face for his delight. He smiles in awe, and you can’t look away.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers.
Elated by the compliment, you mirror his smile before pressing a chaste kiss to his full lips. The harmless peck turns into another heated kiss in no time, with you pressing yourself against him and him parting his irresistible mouth to welcome yours excitedly. Abruptly, he retreats again, chuckling nervously as he puts his hands on your shoulders.
"I’m sorry.” He sounds strained. “If we keep doing this, I won’t be able to stop.”
Again you’re reminded of how much of a gentleman Jinki is, how proper and patient he is. But you had enough. With a ridiculous amount of desperation coming from the ever-growing tension in the air between you two, you muster all of your courage. "Then don't."
With eyes as big as saucers, Jinki is about to say something when you take the chance to grab his arm and lead him to the couch in the middle of your room. You're in no rush, you know he knows what you want, and he's following your lead soundlessly. You sit down, he follows suit and you notice the way he takes no time to turn to you, cupping your face as you lean into the palm of his large hand. Despite the gentleness of his touch, you can see the storm in his eyes and how it waits to crash unto you.
So you end his uncertainty.
"Don't stop." You whisper before leaning in, capturing his lips in a languid kiss. He reciprocates, returning the favor eagerly while his hand wanders on your exposed thighs, the skin to skin contact bringing shivers to your spine. It doesn't take long until your frenzied self shifts closer to him, ending up sitting in his lap, and his lips have left yours in order to explore the skin of your neck. He parts his mouth and starts sucking on your skin, exposed by the large t-shirt. You breathe shakily, positively quivering in his hold. Never would you know the usually calm man can turn you into a molten heat under his touch.
Wanting to feel more of Jinki, your hand wanders from his chest to his abdomen and lower to his thighs, eliciting a hiss from him. Mesmerized by his reaction, you crave more, so you shift in his lap, moving in a way that will make your thighs brush against the hardness between his legs.
"Oh god," he moans out loud, voice gravelly but still melodic to your ears, it brings a proud grin to your face, provoking his eyes to turn dark. He tuts. "Don't get ahead of yourself, sweetheart."
The endearment alone sends a familiar wetness straight to your core. He smiles, knowing exactly what he does.
"May I?"
You nod, and suddenly his hand is on your inner thigh, dancing dangerously close to your center, and your breath hitches, knowing how wet you are by now. His other hand travels to your back, sneaking under your shirt to rub circles there, fingers brushing with the back of your bra repeatedly, the sensations make you whimper and the satisfaction on Jinki's face only brings more excitement in your veins. You almost let out a moan, biting your lip when you feel his finger pressing on your core through the pants.
"What was that?" He hums, putting more pressure.
"Don't tease me," you manage out, holding his upper arm with a trembling hand. Your last sliver of pride seems to fire a challenge within him, so you curse out loud when he easily pulls your pants down along with your panties, leaving you exposed. He rubs your thighs appreciatively, making you whimper.
"Jinki, please…"
The way his name sounds on your tongue right now must be so erotic, because you can feel his erection twitch in response. He hums, leaning in to ghost his lips over yours.
"What do you want, sweetheart?"
"Please touch me." Your voice comes out in a breathy whisper.
Deceptively calm, he slowly spreads your legs, putting one foot on the couch and the other dangling on his strong thigh, and drags his thick finger on your slit. That first contact alone pulls a moan out of you causing him to sigh with appreciation.
"You're so wet for me, aren't you?"
"Don't say that - "
He gives you a crooked smile. "What? It's true, you're soaked."
It's not a secret that he enjoys teasing you until you lose your composure, but this time he's driving you crazy, and you know he's reveling in it. Losing control, you gasp as you feel a touch on your clit before his finger enters you easily. You bite your lip, closing your eyes as the glorious sensation takes you by surprise, and you lean forward to hide your face in the crook of Jinki's neck. He whispers sweet words, his other hand holds you tightly as the other keeps fingering you. Then, he pulls your body away, raising your chin, his eyes meet your questioning ones. Your answer arrives when another finger pushes into your wet cavern, making you keen. "A-ah - "
"Is that okay?"
The consideration doesn't go unnoticed. You nod, and he pulls you closer for a kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as humanly possible. It's messy, you keep moaning into his lips, leaning back to pant as Jinki picks up speed, you have to hold a scream when he goes deeper, and crooks his fingers to a spot that rocks your body into a quivering mess.
Your control breaks when he rubs your clit with his thumb, feeling the pleasure building, and you can't stop the euphoric moans coming out of your mouth. Jinki stares at you with wonder in his eyes, appreciating your form as you gasp and pant his name so beautifully.
"Are you close?"
Feeling the intense heat coiling in your lower abdomen, you can only nod, but he persists, taking your chin rather forcefully you almost feel ashamed of how much you like it. His usually warm brown eyes are like molten lava, burning with desire and it lights you up in flame.
"No, tell me, are you close?" He demands with a harsh swipe on your clit and you arch your back in intense pleasure. You clench harder on his fingers, struggling to find words to answer him.
"Please, I'm so close - ah," You haven't finished your words when his hand increases the speed, going deep to rub your inner walls all without warning. You are in a sweet delirium, not caring of anything else at the moment. Your breaths are shallow, chest heaving up and down as your orgasm is teetering very closely.
Knowingly, Jinki looks into your eyes, hunger visible in the depths of brown. But his words are soft.
"Cum for me, sweetheart."
With a high pitched moan, you let your climax crash into you, pussy walls clenching around his fingers that have been fucking you for a while now. You bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent that starts to mix with sweat. It calms you, so you breathe in more, still panting from your orgasm.
"Good girl," he murmurs into your hair, peppering kisses on the crown of your head, and you respond with a strained laugh.
"Oh my god, you're insane."
He joins in, ruffling your hair playfully. Looking back up, you see him staring at you with equal parts adoration and lust and the huge hardness underneath you calls your attention.
"Hey, what's wrong?" His voice is strained yet gentle, slightly concerned with the sudden silence. You look down, and he immediately knows what you're thinking.
"(Y/n), we don't have to - "
"Jinki, I want you." You lean closer, brushing your lips against his alluringly, silencing him. "I told you not to stop. Don't you want me?"
He swallows, control slipping.
"I want you so bad." He whispers, voice strained. He's devouring you with his gaze, hands cupping your face possessively. Intending to push him to his limits, you take his hand and slowly kiss each finger, pressing light pecks on the callused skin. You start sucking on his thumb, and he curses before eagerly pushing the thick finger in your wet mouth, pressing against your tongue. He's a storm about to explode, and you know it.
"Shit, I want you all for myself," Jinki grits out. He grabs your waist roughly, making you gasp around his thumb, before he pulls it out. "I want you begging me to let you cum, like you did just now."
You moan at his words, unconsciously rolling your hips to his, which pulls a pained groan from him. At that moment, you know he can't resist you anymore.
"Do you want it, sweetheart? Are you sure?" He finally asks, and you nod, eyes determined and rightfully desperate. You're a wet mess and you want nothing but to have Jinki inside of you. No longer wanting to wait, you finally go for his ear, whispering your one and only wish for the night.
"Please fuck me, Jinki. Make me yours."
He inhales sharply. With shallow breaths, he tugs you closer, kissing you deeply before shifting you in his arms. You yelp as he picks you up easily and starts walking towards your bedroom.
"There's no way we're doing it on a couch." He winks before dropping you on the bed while your squeal fills in the room.
As if there's a switch, the laughing subsides. With one glance at the man before you, you can only focus on one thing. You rush to pull off Jinki's shirt, and you marvel at his body and all the defined muscles. Taking a little too much time ogling him, Jinki chuckles, but you can hear the slight nervousness, and goes ahead to unbuckle his belt. The action jolts you back into reality, so you help him to remove the offending fabric.
Your hands are trembling, but Jinki's too, and you find comfort from it as you fumble around, too excited to care about anything else in the world.
Growing impatient, you capture his lips again which he responds to eagerly. God, his lips are soft. Your hand goes south to palm him through his briefs, trying to stimulate him more. With a muffled moan, he asserts his strength and takes your hand before flipping your position and resuming the kiss. Trapped under his strong body, you let yours go pliant as his hands explore it greedily.
He all but rips your oversized shirt before pushing you back down on your bed. Satisfied and not being able to hold himself back anymore, he cups your breast through your bra, making you gasp, and he quickly removes it before going straight to tweak a pebbled nipple. Sighing in pleasure, you move your hips upwards, needing some friction. Jinki notices it and smirks.
"Impatient, aren't we?"
Perhaps you should feel more ashamed for your wanton, but there's no remorse, only a painful need for the man before you. Who you’ve waited for so long.
You let out a whine. "Please?"
"Please what?"
"I want you inside me - oh!"
Without a warning, Jinki pushes in two fingers into your heat, the earlier wetness and your own release help in slicking his fingers.
"Like this, sweetheart?" He asks, clearly teasing you, playing with your bundle of nerves, your noises encouraging him to arouse your body further.
"Jinki, please…" You all but beg, hands reaching to touch his body, down to his cock, still in the briefs, trying to send an obvious message to your lover.
With a smile, he pulls out his fingers. Like the patient person he is, he takes his time to take off his briefs, finally freeing his hard cock. You can't help but feel intimidated by his size. Deceptively slow, he strokes himself while peering down at you, enjoying the fucked out look in your eyes and leaving you almost drooling at the sight he provides.
"God, I want you so bad," he grunts. "You don't know how long I've wanted this."
"It wouldn't take too long if you hadn't left," you whine instantly, making him pout.
"I'm going to make it up to you, okay, sweetheart?" He leans in, peppering kisses on your cheeks while slowly pulling your legs open. “We have all the time now.” You marvel at his gaze, loving and all heat at the same time. After wetting his cock with all your essence, he finally starts pushing in, tensing your whole body.
"Relax," he says, caressing your thighs softly and you nod, letting him push himself inch by inch. God, he's huge and he's stretching you so well.
"More," you whimper and he knows you're growing impatient as well, in one swift motion, he pushes all the way in and makes you moan in pleasure. You can feel his girth around your walls, and you clench unconsciously.
"Shit (Y/n), don't do that." He pulls back while chuckling, the tip of his cock almost leaving your core. "Let me make you feel good first."
You nod weakly, about to say something, anything but get cut off when he pushes in again, this time deeper.
"Jinki," you moan as he replies with a quiet "Okay?" To which you nod.
And he does. He slides in again, and again, and you can't even form words to save your life. His cock feels amazing, fucking you like there's no tomorrow. You pull him closer by the neck, kissing him hard and sloppy. Taking advantage of your muffled mouth, Jinki wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you up slightly and making your legs wrap around him before he starts pounding into you relentlessly. He swallows your euphoric screams, only pulling away to enjoy your expression, basking in pleasure.
As soon as his cock hits your pleasurable spot, you gasp out and clench hard, earning a guttural moan from him. "Jinki, I'm - "
"You're close, aren't you sweetheart? Are you going to cum for me again?"
"Yes! Please - oh my god," you ramble before your words turn into a high pitched moan as you feel Jinki's fingers playing with your clit. You're so close, the second orgasm already creeping up to you, more intense than the first.
"You were so beautiful when you cum earlier, will you show it to me again?" He offers a sweet smile, contrasting the way he's pounding into your pussy and you only whimper in answer. He pinches your engorged bundle of nerves, expression turning dark.
"Answer me, can you, sweetheart?"
"Yes!" You gasp out, the stimulation jolts fire within you. "Yes, only for you Jinki."
With a particularly harsh thrust, you choke a gasp before a wave of pleasure hits you. You can feel yourself clenching uncontrollably, legs shaking as Jinki pulls you closer, pressing a kiss on your temple.
"Good girl, my good girl," he rambles, chasing his own high desperately. Dropping his head into the crook of your neck, he gives one last push before groaning in release, spilling his essence inside you. You sigh with content, running your fingers in his soft brown locks. After a moment, he leaves your neck, craning his head up before smiling broadly, the post-coital glow so apparent on his face. You grin, pressing a kiss on his nose, which makes him laugh.
"Hang on," he murmurs, pulling out of you before plopping down on your side. "Hi."
"Hi," you respond, moving to his arms, grinning and giddy from your own high. He wraps his arms around you, pressing his cheeks into the skin of your neck.
"Still up to cook?" He asks, and you realize all the cooking supplies you've prepared in the kitchen. You get up, but he stops you. "Let's just order a takeout. I'll help you clean out the kitchen."
You sigh. "Fine."
"You can cook breakfast tomorrow."
You blink owlishly, which gets a sheepish smile in return.
"Can I stay over?"
A large smile blossoms on your face. "Of course."
“Give me a second then.” He begrudgingly gets up, looking slightly lost for a moment before finding his phone. The sight amuses you so much you don’t realize Jinki pouting as he makes a call.
"I won't be coming back tonight," Jinki says to the phone before a loud shouting blasts from the device. He laughs, looking behind to catch your gaze before smiling wide. "Sure, I'll introduce her later to you."
"Wha - Taemin?" A scoff. "You two have fun, then."
Finishing the call, he crawls back to your embrace in the bed, making you giggle. Jinki hums with contentment before nudging you back, wishing to see your face. You don't know what he sees, but his smile turns softer, and he really looks like the sun.
"You're insane." he half-whispers, and you laugh, boisterous and too giddy. You decide to tease him.
"But you haven't seen nothing yet."
His lips quirk into a devious grin. "Is that a challenge?"
You only smirk in reply, which encourages Jinki to lean up and try to kiss you, but something comes to your mind so you push yourself off him.
"Wait here, we need to clean up." Ignoring his disappointed look, you stand up and start to walk away. Suddenly, you hear a loud rumbling noise. When you see Jinki, he already has a hand on his stomach with only a mild surprise, like he knows it will happen sooner or later. You huff.
"And you need to eat."
He laughs, following suit only to wrap his hands around your waist, seemingly unable to detach himself from you for too long. You grumble, attempting to wrestle away from him. But he's stronger, and holds you so you're looking at him. With a voice as warm and sweet as his favorite drink, he murmurs.
"Just one more kiss, sweetheart, then dinner."
The nickname works like a charm. Albeit having disbelief in his self-control - and yours too, to be frank - you give in, relaxing your body and accepting his lips on yours again, thankful that he returns, excited for the days you'll spend together with him in your life.
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Pairing: vamp!Jinki x Reader
Genre: Vampire AU, Fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: Jinki has a surprise for his favorite human.
Word Count: 0.9k
Warnings: None, really. Blood drinking mentioned but not done.
A/N: Happy birthday to one of the cutest leaders I know <3
No matter how many times Jinki ran his hands over his cream slacks, he couldn't get rid of the sweaty palms sensation. Sure, his body hadn't produced sweat in centuries but that fact did little to the feeling go away.
Today was the day.
All the paperwork was done. Any registration fees were paid. He just needed to ask you. Make it official on paper.
A quick glance at his watch reminded him that you should be getting off the bus soon. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.. Everything would be alright. Even if you rejected his request, it wouldn't be the end of the world.
You knocked on the door lightly. It'd be difficult, if not impossible, for other people to hear it, but you knew he could be deep in his basement and still pick up the sound. He opened the door and smiled. "____, welcome."
You smiled sweetly and stepped inside. "The storm's starting to kick up. I brought my overnight bag, just in case." You held up the leopard print backpack. "Hope that's okay."
He nodded and closed the door. "Of course it is. I prefer it over traveling so late."
You laughed. "Somehow I knew you'd say that." You stepped close and poked his cheek, eyeing the reaction of his skin. "Hm, you're a little dryer than usual." You stepped back and peeled off your scarf and coat. "Have you been overdoing it again?"
He avoided your perceptive gaze. "It couldn't be helped. I needed to pickup documents and return them as quickly as possible."
You sighed and turned on your heel. "Then we should go ahead and get started." You beckoned him to follow with a few curls of your finger. Like a lovesick puppy, his feet obeyed. It wasn't until you pulled your shirt collar away from your throat that he even noticed you were seated, waiting for him to drink his fill.
"Oh, no." He shook his head to clear away the fog. "I wanted to talk with you first."
"Oh?" You blinked then let go of your shirt. "What about? Is it my work schedule? I can request to get off earlier, but I'm not sure my boss will allow it."
"Well, yes but not exactly." He went to his desk and plled out the contract he picked up from H&V Resources. "You made a comment last month about how it'd be easier to be a live-in donor--"
"You glanced at him then at the papers in his hand before jumping to your feet. "Is that--" Fear and sorrow flowed from your pores like a thick, bitter syrup completely unlike your usual light floral scent. "Oh. I-I didn't mean to upset or offend you. It's just been a mess at work and being with--I'm mean, around you--Oh, God. Please don't fire me--"
He shushed you with a cold fingertip against your trembling lips. "I wouldn't dream of it." When he was certain you'd calmed down, he held up the papers. "It took me a while to get permission and the permits, but I'd like to ask you to be my personal live-in donor."
Your jaw dropped.
"As you said then, it'd be much easier if you lived here with me." He gestured to your surroundings. "I have plenty of space. I'm offering a six-figure salary as well as health and life insurance." He passed the papers to you.
"Mr. Lee, that's a lot of money."
"I realize that. That's why I hoped to have you take on the role as my personal assistant with my company as well. You could help me avoid 'overdoing it,' as you say. It'd benefit you as I wouldn't need to feed as often." When that thoughtful look settled on your face as you flipped through the pages, the sweaty palms came back. He shoved his hands into his pockets. "Feel free to take your time to look over--"
"Where's a pen?" You searched the top of his desk and found one. Before he thought to stop you, you were going through and signing and initialing wherever highlighted.
"I-I thought you'd want to take your time to read it thoroughly." It was a lot to process given all the disastrous ways he imagined things turning out.
"It's a no-brainer. I hate my other job and we get along great. On top of that, you're essentially offering a way to turn my life around. Even one year working for you would pay off my debts." Your words were rushed and your hand shook as you blitzed through the contract. "Imagine me being able to lease a car!"
Your happiness was contagious, treating him to a richer flavor of your scent he'd never experienced. "I'd be happy to help you get a car. I could also loan you one of mine as a company car."
You paused and looked at him with a mixture of shock and glee. "I've never had a car with a company car before." Doubt flittered through your mind. "Are you sure you want me for this?" Worry filled your eyes and it melted his heart.
"____, dear. May I be brutally honest with you?" When you nodded he took one of your hands in his. "You are one of the most brilliant, endearing, and compassionate people I've ever met. There's no one else I trust, or want, to give this position to."
"Thank you so much." You blushed then returned to the contract. You scribbled your name on the final page and handed the stack to him. "It'll be a pleasure living with you."
He chuckled and accepted the contract. "I'm almost positive the pleasure will be all mine."
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i love it so much when shinee get music show wins not bc i think they need to establish themselves or become popular (they’ve done those things in the many years of their career and very well if i may add) but bc you can tell how much it means to them to see they’re still relevant and garnering new listeners after 15 years out there (ofc they are they’re SHINee but it’s easy for us to say and you know how much they always question their new singles). i know music show wins aren’t everything but the genuineness of those smiles and the 90 degree bows just give me such a warm feeling 🩵
#i wish so so much jinki was there too i really hope he’s doing better w literally all my might#also jjong of course but that’ll just make me cry right now if i get too into it i just wanna say moon man are you watching?? your guys are#doing the damn thing (still!) 🥲🩵#x
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SHINee Shorts: EXHIBITION (ot5)
*This is in no way, shape, or form, meant to be disrespect or hurtful/triggering to anyone, this is purely FICTIONAL, and not at all real nor is it meant to seem that way, if you are uncomfortable with ot5 smut, please keep scrolling or leave me feedback, I'll be sure to consider your point :) if not, enjoy!*
Pronouns used: NONE!
TWS: Exhibition/public play, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, penetration, dirty talk, biting, slight scratching, hair pulling, and car sex.
JINKI: The Recording Studio
You gasp and press your hands against Jinki's shoulders, "W-wait...don't go so fast..." You whisper as he slips his fingers inside of you, something about the risk of being caught excited him though, the way you whisper and whimper at every touch makes him want you more. It didn't help that you looked so pretty biting your lip with your eyebrows knotted together, your eyes fluttering and your legs shaking, not even the thought of being caught in the recording booth could stop him now, not when you look and sound this pretty.
"Does it feel good baby?" Jinki asked, "Are you gonna cum for me?" You whimpered and gasped, arching your back and pressing your hips into his hand as you leaned your head back against the foggy glass. "Please...Jinki..." Your eyes rolled back as you covered your mouth to stop the loud moan that desperately wanted to escape, "Don't cover your mouth baby," As he grabs your hand he leans closer and kisses your neck, knowing that it would only send you over the edge, "You sound so pretty, I want to hear your voice," Your legs tremble as your excitement begins to spill, "So let it out."
JONGHYUN : In The Company Car
You and Jonghyun were sure that no one could hear or see you, the windows were too foggy for anyone to peek in and see the way your legs hooked around his waist, trapping his body against your own as he slowly moved in and out of you. The thought that someone would notice the way the car rocked never crossed your mind, all you could think about was how good he felt, how deep he was, and how pretty his voice sounded. You felt like you were going to break into a million pieces, you never thought that he would agree to using a company car to do something like this but he couldn’t deny you, and the feeling of your warmth melting him only made him want more.
“Fuck…right…oh god!” You cried out, you tried to speak, trying your hardest to communicate with him, but all you could manage was gibberish, stringing together curses and moans to create broken sentences that gave him butterflies. “Right there, baby?” He asked, you nodded, rolling your eyes back as you began to cry from pleasure, you felt like you were going insane, your body tensed up and you reached out for him, trembling as you screamed his name, not caring that someone might hear in the empty parking lot, he didn’t either, addicted to the sound of your desperation he encouraged you to be louder, going faster as he watched you. “That’s right baby, scream for me…” He pants, licking his plush pink lips as he tried to compose himself, “It feels good doesn’t it?” You nod your head, hardly understanding him as you spout out nonsense and leak against the leather seats. “G-Good! So…fuck! Yes! Right there! Oh fuck…Jong…I…Yes!” You press your hand against the foggy window and Jonghyun does the same, putting his hand right beside yours as he goes faster. “I got it, baby, I know.”
KIBUM: The Hotel Terrace
The coolness of the morning air nips at your hot skin as Kibum held your hips, you moved slowly, rolling your hips as him rode him on the terrace of the hotel room you were staying in. You both knew it was risky to try something like this, but the way you looked underneath the peaking sunlight had Kibum ready to risk it all. Your soft breaths and the sexual look on your face gave him butterflies, he couldn't help but cave in and let you ride him. You were glad that he couldn't resist it too, the way he felt inside of you, how his skin was glowing, and how he tried his hardest not to make the slightest of sound. You wished that you could do this every morning.
"You feel so good..." He said as his hand slid up from your hip to your breast, "Do you like fucking like this? Where everyone can see it?" You whimpered, nodding your head as his voice added to the pleasure, the way his cock filled you up had your head spinning already, but the moment he started speaking it felt like your brain had melted. Going faster you let out a slightly loud moan, not caring to cover your mouth as you placed your hands on his shoulders to stable yourself better, "So...oh fuck..." You leaned against his chest, shivering as you felt yourself getting closer. Kibum immediately took this as a hint to take matters into his own hands, so he started thrusting his hips upwards, deciding that he'd take the lead completely. As soon as he did this there was no more holding back, you moaned loudly against his sweaty skin, arching your back as you dug your nails into his skin.
MINHO: The Company Gym
The sound of skin slapping and pants could be heard throughout the gym, Minho should've known that there was no way you were begging him to take you to the gym this late just to work out. It didn't take long for him to catch on to how you pressed your butt against him as he helped you with your sets, and it also didn't take much for him to pick you up and fuck you against the mirror, slamming into you as if he was trying to knock the air out of your lungs and squeezing your hips as he kept you against the cold glass.
"M-Minho! Please!" You screamed out, your lack of concern for getting caught made him laugh a little, grunting softly as he looked at you, "Fuck...fuck fuck fuck...I'm gonna...ha...oh my g-god!" You could feel his heavy cock sliding against your walls, the head of it kissing your cervix hurt a little but the pain eventually melted with the unbelievable amount of pleasure, it felt like you'd snap in half if he kept going like this. "Are you gonna cum baby?" He asked in a husky tone, his voice low and breathy as he speaks. "I can't believe you're such a naughty girl..." You whimpered and clung to him, digging your nails into his shoulders as you cried out in pure ecstasy. "Y-Yes...I'm...I'm close." Your eyes watered and your legs began to shake, you couldn't hold on anymore and it felt like he was only getting deeper, it felt so good. "Go ahead baby, cum for me, but we aren't done...you wanted to work out didn't you?"
TAEMIN: The Stylists Dressing Room
"Taemin...wait..." You whispered as he hungrily devoted himself to eating you out, you looked around worried as you bit your lip, praying that the store was empty. "Focus on me..." He pulled away for a second and looked up at you with low and lustful eyes, "Getting caught would only make it feel better anyways." You began to respond but he quickly went back to eating you out, causing you to gasp loudly and whimper, you covered your mouth quickly and put the other hand in his hair, leaning against the wall of the dressing room to keep yourself upright. "S-So good..." Your eyes roll back, the feeling of his tongue sliding between your folds makes your stomach tighten, and the way his pillowy lips wrap around your clit makes your whole body shake.
You felt like you were floating, becoming slightly louder as he used his fingers to stimulate your clit, you were almost slipping away from the situation at hand but the sound of footsteps getting closer brings you back to reality. You yank his hair, pulling his head away as you shush him with wide eyes, but instead of stopping, Taemin mouths a quick 'I don't care.' And goes back to eating you out, this time he slips his fingers inside of you and uses his tongue against your clit, moving them faster than before knowing that it would be harder for you to stay quiet. You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth, bringing your leg up to his head as you crumbled against the wall of the dressing room.
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SHINEE masterlist
Here you will fine everything I had made for SHINEE . :)
-If you enjoy my work like and reblog
Last updated: 03/01/24
Guide: ♤ angst - ❀ fluff - ♡ smut
𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
Jinki:
Nothing here……
Keybum:
Nothing here…..
Minho:
Boyfriend random text/social media ❀
Taemin:
Nothing here…..
Post will appear here once i make something for the members. Feel free to request ;)
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Comfortember 2023 Day 6: “Notes”
A/N: My sporadic contribution to Comfortember. It’s short but Johnny Cage bbs come get y’all juice. It’s my birth month and I’m closing in on the end of my semester so I can’t promise anything but please enjoy!!
Pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader
Warnings: none, fluff :)
Notes. Johnny left them everywhere. Don’t get him wrong. He definitely preferred the convenience of using his phone to send you little memos. It was instant and Johnny could really accommodate his own attention span by using his phone but when he found out on accident how much you loved them, he made a point of it.
You both still remembered the first of its kind.
A pink sticky note on the back of your script that said “And it was all a dream!” with the most hastily-drawn smiley face ever.
You laughed when you saw it. It was a miracle that it hadn’t become a casualty to the rough handling of your scripts before you discovered it.
He had to have done it when you were putting your post-its in your script, marking it up the night before. You hadn’t thought much of the clumsy kiss he gave you when he checked in as the sun went down. Then again you hadn’t been paying that close attention to him or anything else for that matter. A glass of water. A “How’s it going, baby?” A stumble and a peck. And his leg and hand knocking right into the back of the thick stack of 8.5 by 11 copy paper in your grasp as he had moved to sit next to you.
The bump into the script in your hand had been completely intentional, you realized with delight at the table read. It made your Instagram story in seconds accompanied by the words ‘original illustration by @johnny.cage’ and some pink hearts in the top right corner.
That had sealed it.
The next one you found was in your purse. Well, not your purse exactly. It was in the compact in your purse. Blue. “Hey, good-lookin.’” A winky face. It had fluttered out as you were landing out of the country for a shoot. You still had your neck pillow on. You sent Johnny one of the ugliest selfies you had ever taken with it. Against your protests, it became his lock screen photo.
Then they truly popped up everywhere. Your boyfriend was relentless.
A set of expensive rings you’d stared at a little too long on Rodeo. Purple sticky note. “For my precious.” A noble but indecent-looking stick figure attempt at Gollum was near it, partially scribbled out.
Surprise coffee in your trailer. Yellow note. Sunshine with sunglasses.
New boots, courtesy of Johnny. Pink. “Step on me in these.”
Sleeping in while he had left at the crack of dawn. Pink. “Busy all day. Sushi at our regular spot for dinner.” Heart.
Almost all of them made your Instagram story. The dick that looked like it had been drawn by a middle school boy on a blue sticky note slapped to the bathroom mirror, for example, hadn’t made the cut. The ones that did though… Johnny reposted each within 5 minutes, no matter what time it was.
Like the orange sticky note you woke up to under your glasses that said ‘Jinkies!’ You had gone to bed and left them on your nightstand at 4 am. Johnny had stayed up with you. He had left at 6 am for the day. It made you worry about his sleep schedule.
It didn’t matter that you couldn’t keep up with his god-like speed in making unique sticky notes. You posted them. And you kept and remembered all of them. All of them. Yes, even the blue doodle dick.
Again, Johnny definitely preferred sending you texts and voice memos as soon as he felt like you were forgetting how hot you were, which was usually several times a day. It should also be noted that the sticky notes never detracted from the amount of attention he was already giving you. Johnny was a beast at reminding you how much he loved you.
As he had said it once: “There’s no threshold, baby. I’ll die telling you how sexy your walker is; the last sticky note I ever leave you will tell you the same thing.”
He slapped one on your ass after he had said that. Yellow. “Johnny Cage wuz here.”
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Kie, I am in desperate need of some SHINee hard hours 👹 but also soft bc you know I am a soft bby
So what do you think would make the members go feral for you but in like a ✨tender✨ way, and how would that manifest?
SHINee Soft Kinks That Lead to Hard Hours | NSFW
Pairing: SHINee x Gender Neutral!Reader/You/Yn
Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI.
Genre: hard hours, headcanon, imagine, fluff, smut.
Warnings: Jonghyun is mentioned below, warning to my fellow Shawols who still find it difficult to read or see him.
Sexually Explicit Content: non explicit smut, kissing, biting, marking, fondling.
🗝️ Note: @chans-room I might kick you out of the jaeger (again) for this...esp after you know I was secretly drooling over Minho's tummy in our DM's last night. Nothing is beta read per usual.
Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.
Kim Jonghyun
We are going to keep Jjong PG-13 out of respect, but Jjong's biggest soft kink is eye contact, add in touching and you've seen how it instantly makes him a magnet to other members and idols. Jonghyun needs to caress and kiss every inch of your body and as soon as its reciprocated, it's like you set him on fire in the best way possible.
Lee Jinki
Ohhh Jinki 🫠 hear me out...Jinki's soft kink is laughter. He loves laughing, but a person who is just so willing to laugh too? Oh, he is whipped. It takes you a little while to figure this out, why this man is always attacking you with kisses in the middle of your giggles and smiles. Jinki is soft and romantic, intimacy with him is slow and sustained. He's holding off his orgasms for an hour, working you slowly through several first.
Choi Minho
MinhoeMinhoeMinhoe. The way to this man is through his stomach. You make him a feast and he's immediately taking you to bed afterwards. Where you can’t stop yourself from kissing a nipping at his swollen belly. His abs still faintly outlined underneath the stretch of his stomach. He has the softest, most supple skin from his strict skincare and grooming schedule. Fed Minho is a little slower about things, he's going to take his time. Making everything all that much more intense. Not as drawn out as Jinki, Minho is sensual and you're both coming in no time.
Kim Kibum
Can I do this? Yes...okay. He might be the hardest to configure when it comes to soft kinks, I think Kibum really loves receiving gifts. Especially if he doesn't have to tell you himself. I can just imagine it's a random Tuesday morning and you picked up something he had been eyeing a couple weeks ago (you also feed the dogs because Kibum cannot stand the smell of their food). He gasps, clutching the item and then clutching you. Peppering you with kisses between his praise. He is quick to reciprocate in working your body to a quick orgasm with that talented mouth and pretty hands.
Lee Taemin
I think for Taemin it is honestly anyone that can keep up with him dancing. In the middle of the club, the undulating bodies, the closeness of everything. The minute your hips track with his and you never step on his toes, not even once 👀 Taemin is ready to corral you into a dimly lit corridor. Being intimate with him is not quick, everything is sensual and drawn out mirroring the way that he dances. He takes his time, because there is no need to rush in our little cancer bbys mind. Little touches from his small hands everywhere until you're dragging his pretty lips back to your mouth. Taemin doesn't mind when you take control, but he still has these tendencies (the grip on your waist, on the back of your neck, in his gaze) that let you know he is in mutual control.
© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes
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— need
It took me way too long to write something for this man, but he has me completely deranged.
I was originally keeping this idea for Bakugou but somehow Tamzy just fit better.
Pairings: Tamzy Caines x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, non-con/dub-con, sex pollen, dirty talk, fingering, Tamzy ties you up, choking, Tamzy cums untouched.
Word Count: 2.2k.
“Please, help me Tamzy.” Your voice is choked and desperate as you look up at him with wide eyes. Your hand trapped between your thighs as you grind on your palm beneath your skirt.
Tamzy’s panicking now, wide eyes look back towards the door as he keeps his mask firmly over his face to protect from the pink toxins that now float through the air. The Vandal and their jinki move fast enough to escape, but it wasn’t fast enough to protect you from the after effects.
“Where’s your mask?” Tamzy pushes, rushing over to you as you practically hump your hand. Nose scrunched in irritation as it does little to satiate the throb between your thighs.
“It’s not enough.” You whine pitifully, ignoring his question as Tamzy stops in front of you. Chancing pulling off his mask when the rest of the air dissipates as he cups your cheek in a palm. You’re burning up—
“You gotta help me, Tamzy.” You push, and your smaller hand reaches up to encircle his wrist, tugging his hand down to your chest to press his palm against your breast.
It’s wrong. He should wait for back up, for the professionals to get here. Enjin would know exactly what to do in this situation, what needs to happen to fix whatever this is. He’s heard of these kinds of aphrodisiac jinki before, listened to Delmon talk about Vandals who ransacked his farm in search of these plants that held amatory properties that held a high price on the black market.
But all of his training couldn’t have prepared him for the unadulterated sight in front of him, and the desperate way you tried to grind your hips against his thigh as Tamzy tried to keep you pinned against the wall. Worried what you might do if you managed to flee the scene to chase your release, or what real creeps that roamed the Abyss could find you at this hour and do god knows what to you. Never mind the Vandal that did this to you in the first place—
It was lucky he’d been the one to find you.
“Tamzy,” There you went saying his name like that again. The desperate, pathetic whine to your tone had him scrunching his nose in irritation as he secretly committed the noise to memory. Something that would fuel his lonely nights as he fists his cock to the thought of you like this for him, “Please, I need you.”
Fuck.
Your reflexes were quick, but he was quicker. Using Tokushin to wind ropes of yarn around your middle to try and keep you subdued, much to your dismay.
“S’not fair,” You sniffle. Your bottom lip juts out and it takes every fiber of his being not to lean forward and kiss you, “You’re always so mean to me, Tamzy.”
God, you had no clue what you were doing to him right now— you couldn’t. Not with the lust jinki clouding your mind and your senses as you rubbed your thighs together to try and alleviate the tension.
He pressed down on his collar to try and contact Enjin again, opening the connection to try and find help. The signal inside the salt cave was almost non-existent, as he tried to decipher Enjin’s voice on the other end. Hoping that by shouting a rough location over the radio waves that he’d be able to find you both on the lower floor.
“It’s okay,” Tamzy murmured, “You’re gonna be okay.”
Tamzy knew these types of jinki weren’t simple to disband. The kind of power that could invade a persons psyche and consume them from the inside out— ceasing their existence if the desire wasn’t satisfied.
But he shouldn’t be the one to help, especially when he already harboured strong feelings for you— it wouldn’t be right. Tamzy couldn’t take advantage of you, especially in such a compromised state. He’d wait for back up to arrive and Enjin would know exactly what to do.
“The others will be here soon,” He spoke calmly, contrasting the way his cock pulsed between his thighs, “They’ll help you.”
“No, no—” You thrashed against his jinki, the binds tightening as they dug into your supple skin, creating dips in the fat of your hips as Tamzy tried to remember to breathe, “I can’t wait that long, you need to help me Tamzy please.”
These jinki were dangerous, if the tension wasn’t eased it would consume you whole. Worse than any poison or toxin that could invade your bloodstream— this was a death sentence if it wasn’t satiated.
“I can’t even touch myself like this,” You huffed in frustration, pathetic tears clung to your lashes as you rolled your hips, “I’m begging you.”
Oh, he was fucked.
That was the nail in his coffin as Tamzy took a step closer to you, “Calm down.”
He only needed to alleviate the tension enough to save you before your friends found you both, just enough to scratch the itch before backup arrived. He could get you off without penetrating you and quell the ache just enough to keep you alive— it would be fine.
Tamzy’s eyes were stoic as he reached forward to cup your molten heat, hissing upon contact when he felt just how wet your panties were. You couldn’t stop the debauched moan from tumbling between parted lips at the sensation, immediately bucking your hips to try and get more.
“Don’t tease me, Tamzy. Please—” He’d never heard you sound so carnal, so desperate before. Wondering if this is always how you sounded when you were in such a precarious position, fingers plunging into your wet cunt when you were alone at night, “Just one finger, please— just one, yeah?”
His cock is damn near painful now, straining against his boxers as it leaks copious amounts of pre. Trying to ignore the throb as deft fingers tug your panties to the side, gliding through your slick as he nudges your puffy clit.
“Just one.” He repeats. As though he’s trying to fool himself that this is okay.
“Yeah, yeah. Just one.” You babble, “Please, Tamzy. I can’t take anymore— it hurts.”
Tamzy tries to ignore the persistent pulse in his crotch as his hard cock strains against his boxers, pre coats the fabric as he shuffles his legs to try and alleviate the tension. Directing his focus to you as his fingers push through your messy slick, parting your labia as he meets resistance.
“Oh, fuck.” Your chest heaves as Tamzy’s fingers find your tight entrance, blunt nails drag against the sensitive skin as he feels you flutter around him. Desperately trying to pull him deeper inside your silky depths as he revels in how tight and warm you are, “Put them in Tamzy, please.”
Every time you murmur his name so desperately it has his cock pulsing in response, dipping a solo finger inside your warmth as he immediately feels your walls cling to him. Your hips jerk as much as they could whilst subdued by his jinki as you pathetically try to fuck yourself on his finger.
“More, Tamzy, please.” You choked, “I think I’m going insane.”
“You said one.” He counters, watching the way your hips swish against him as you desperately try to coax him in.
“I know, I know,” You whine pitifully, “But you feel so good, Tamzy. I need more—”
If you were insane, he was damn near delirious as he slipped another finger in to join the first. Immediately curling them towards the spongy spot inside you as he focused his ministrations against it. Pumping his digits with skilled precision as dark eyes focused on your face to gage your reaction.
“Is this okay?” He rasps lowly, and your cunt throbs in response. He steps closer to push his fingers deeper, adding a third when he feels a lack of resistance that has you keening in satisfaction.
“Feels so good,” You pant, chest heaving as you grind your clit against his palm, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough that the metallic taste of blood coats your tongue.
All the nights he’d fucked his fist to the thought of you couldn’t compare to this. Your head knocks against the dirty brick wall as you thrash in his grip, your smaller hand fights against his yarn to reach out to grope his crotch and Tamzy is certain that his last minuscule piece of resolve has crumbled. A deep, guttural grunt spills from his lips and he can’t stop his hips from jerking into your touch. His sweaty forehead knocks into yours as he does everything he can to keep you pinned against the wall as he continues fucking three of his fingers into your sloppy cunt. If this is how tight you are for three, he wonders how you’d feel if you took his cock—
The scent of you potent in the air as his fingers continue to crudely squelch inside your dripping cunt, drooling into his palm and down his wrist as he sets a steady pace.
“I want your cock so bad, Tamzy.” You breathe out, your voice hoarse as he fucks his fingers into your needy hole.
“Behave.” Tamzy growls, certain you’re trying to garner a reaction from him now. And he’s already used up every ounce of resolve he had by keeping you bounded by his jinki.
“Please,” You push, just like you always fucking do, “I’ll be good, I’ll do anything if you give me your cock.”
“Shut up,” Tamzy grunts, pushing the heel of his palm against your clit as you thrash against him.
“Ugh, make me.” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth now and it’s all he can do to think about shoving his hard cock inside it.
“You’re filthy.” Tamzy grunts, his palm circling your neck to squeeze at the column of your throat. Pushing your head against the wall as his warm breath fans your face, lips dangerously close to yours.
“‘m not.” You tremble, the lack of oxygen heightens the sensation of his fingers plunging into your tight cunt as he fucks them into you with vigour.
“I beg to differ,” Tamzy speeds his fingers up for emphasis, the crude squelch fills the air as more of your slick seeps out of you, cooling against your inner thighs as he presses the calloused pad of his thumb against your clit to rub messy circles against it, “You’re practically drooling onto my hand.”
“Let me drool on your cock instead.” You quip back.
Tamzy sucks a breath through gritted teeth at your lewd words, hips bucking wildly as he imagines your wet cunt soaking his cock in your essence. The moisture drooling down is length and matting into the messy hairs at the base as he fucks into you, leaving creamy rings around the base of him.
“Stop being a brat.” He grunts, but he’s not sure he wants you to.
This is already more than he should be doing, he should’ve waited for Enjin— and now he’s thinking about sinking his cock inside your wet cunt and spearing you open on him.
“Let me touch you, please? I’ll be good I promise.” He doubts that dearly as he shakes his head, sweat beads at his brow as he tries to ignore the desire building inside him. His resolve close to crumbling as he pictures sinking his throbbing cock into your silky, wet walls.
“I don’t think you will be, sweetheart.” He chastises as he continues his pace, pressing down harder which each forward motion as he pushes you closer to the edge.
“I’m close,” You trembled, your voice vibrating against his hand as it flexed against your windpipe. The coil inside you tight and dangerously close to snapping as Tamzy spend his motions up in response.
Three fingers poised to hit that same spot inside you with each forward motion, certain his pads were pruning from how wet and warm you were. Pressing down against your needy clit hard as he felt the way your cunt began to tighten around him.
“Come on, sweetheart,” He whispered, “Cum for me.”
“Oh my— fuck, Tamzy!” The sound of his name spilling from your lips is debauched, and the desperate wail that follows seals his fate.
His hips jerk clumsily as the tension inside him cuts like a knife, legs wobbling from the unabashed force of his climax as he follows you into bliss. Tamzy moans with you in tandem as he finds his release. Shooting white hot ropes of cum into his boxers that soaks his cock and balls, leaving him sticky and messy as his spunk leaks through his pants. His chest heaves as he gulps in air, hips canting forward as your desperate fingers still reach out to grab for him. Hissing when they make contact against his overstimulated cock, sending fresh aftershocks surging through him.
“I—,” You pant, tears dried in streaky lines down your cheeks as your head lolls to the side, “Did you?”
Tokushin goes lax as Tamzy comes down from his high, freeing you from the binds as you rub at the imprints against your skin. The pink lusty clouds still haze your vision as you blink up at him blearily, your palm reaches out to feel the damp spot against his crotch as Tamzy hisses in response. Still semi-hard as he throbs against your palm, caging your body in against the cave wall as he looms over you.
Oh, he’s certain you’ll be the death of him.
#tw:noncon#trigger:noncon#Tamzy caines x reader#tamsy Caines smut#Tamzy Caines smut#Gachiakuta smut#Tamzy smut#Tamzy x reader#Tamsy Caines x reader#Tamsy x reader
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Velma Dinkley x vampire reader?
Velma blushes as Y/N holds her tight…
Velma: a vampire lover (giggles) who would’ve thought it?
Y/N: as long as you want me to, I will always protect you
Velma: so you’re not gonna bite me?
Y/N: nah. I only take a sip from people.
Velma: well-
Velma exposes her neck, inviting Y/N to take sip…
Y/N kisses her neck and then bites down softly…
Velma: (moans) jinkies!
#scooby doo#the mystery machine#mystery machine#mystery incorporated#mystery inc#scooby doo mystery incorporated#velma dinkley#Velma#velma x reader#vampire#vampire lover#linda cardellini
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Omega!Reader x Werewolf!NCT
Genre: A/B/O
Warning: Yelling, Manipulation, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Mentions of Genocide, Mentions of Murder, Threats, Biting, Blood, Kidnapping
Words: 3.2K
Chapter Five
(Prev//Next) (@peanutpinet @starillusion13)
Prompt: By removing the weakest link, werewolves were able to grow far more powerful than anyone could ever imagine. They lived in peace knowing they were top of the food chain. That is until a certain pack made an unbelievable discovery, causing them to question their past, present, and future. Omegas aren’t supposed to exist anymore, but they couldn’t deny the fact they had found one.
“Why did you lie?”
“Jumping to conclusions, aren’t we?”
One of the witches at the table stood and came over to greet Suho. Neither was one to shake hands, so the witch offered a slight bow.
“I’m Jinki, leader of this coven, and these four are my consultants. We’re the elders here, and I hope the journey here wasn’t troublesome.”
“No.”
“Good. Now, we’ve welcomed you, but you come here with accusations.”
“Am I wrong?” Suho questioned. “Are your familiars not omegas?”
“Not all of them. So, we’re here to have a conversation.”
Jinki made his way back over to the table, summoning forth some chairs in case the others wanted to sit. This could take a while.
“You seem upset.” Jinki noted. “Why is that?”
“Because you witches lied to us. This whole time you’ve kept omegas alive and hidden from us.”
“What exactly did we lie about? Your ancestors wanted omegas removed from your pack dynamics, and so they were.”
“Then why do they still exist?”
One of the other witches burst out laughing, prompting another to do the same. It certainly added to the tension in the room.
“Is something funny?” Jeno growled.
“You guys are so dumb.” The laughing witch commented. “You really think we’re in the wrong here? That you’re the victim?”
“Kibum, that’s enough.” Jinki said. “You too, Taemin.”
“You know I’m not wrong.” Kibum countered. “The werewolves are the monsters.”
“Excuse me?” Ten spoke. “You wanna say that again.”
“This is supposed to be a civilized conversation.” Suho reminded. “Let’s not start a fight. We are guests here.”
“They started it.”
“I don’t care. In case you forgot we are in a witches coven, they outnumber us.”
“Apologies.” Jinki commented. “They’re usually better behaved, but their comments are not wrong.”
“Is that so?”
“Amuse me. What are the details of our treaty?”
“My ancestors wiped out the abomination that was vampires.” Suho explained. “To help the witches restore balance to nature. In return we were granted power by eliminating our weakest link, omegas.”
“Correct. Now tell me, when was the last time an omega was born into your packs?”
“Omegas aren’t part of our packs anymore.”
“Precisely. If it hadn’t been for this little incident, you’d be continuing your lives none the wiser to the fact omegas are alive. Outside your little pack members, no other werewolf knows omegas exist. It’d be no trouble at all to wipe all your memories right now and return you to your pack.”
“Don’t you fucken dare.” Taeyong yelled. “You can’t pretend you’re not guilty here!”
“Taeyong, isn’t it? My witch informed me of you, the one who’s very possessive of the omega. If I’m being honest with you I could have wiped your memories the second you set foot into my coven.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Out of respect to Suho I figured a conversation would be far more beneficial. As much as you don’t want to hear it, you fail to see your fault in this.”
“Then enlighten us.”
“Your ancestors committed genocide.” One of the witches stated. “Not just once, but twice.”
“Damn, Minho.” Taemin commented. “Straight to the point.”
“It’s stupid to ignore the obvious. There is a natural order to things, a balance to maintain. Of course vampires, being undead creatures that feed on the living, go against that order. To eliminate them all was to restore balance, and then your ancestors turn around looking to break it once more.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Suho asked. “My ancestors did you a favor.”
“One we did not ask for, but payment had to be given, didn’t it. Your ancestors just wanted power and they were blinded by it that they didn’t realize what the consequences of their actions would be.”
“We’re living just fine.” Ten mentioned. “So no need to worry about us.”
“Are you now?” Kibum teased. “Tell me, do you have a mate?”
“What?”
“It’s not something you werewolves partake in anymore, is it?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know, your soulmate, the person you feel inexplicably drawn to, who’s very scent calls to you. The one you mark with your bite, binding your souls together. Does none of that sound familiar? I bet not.”
“Your point?”
“Balance.” The last witch spoke. “Alpha, beta, and omega, the dynamic between the three maintains balance. So if you remove one, it’s all thrown off. From what everyone has seen you werewolves have surely grown in strength, but you’re far more vicious and heartless than your ancestors. So to come here and complain about your choices, it’s pathetic.”
“As far as I’m concerned, you just keep insulting us.”
“Jonghyun isn’t wrong.” Taemin added. “You wanted omegas gone, and they are.”
“You’re still lying.”
“You got what you wanted, even if it was such a ridiculous request. My ancestors knew that balance had to be maintained, and so they did just that. Omegas were removed from your packs, but kept alive. That way the natural order stayed in place, or at least well enough not to cause issues.”
“And then you kept them to yourselves.” Taeyong spat. “Like slaves. Denying them their own identities and-”
“Your ancestors slaughtered omegas!” Minho yelled. “Tore them to pieces once the magic was complete. My ancestors barely managed to save a handful for the sake of balance! You had no problem removing omegas back then, forgetting about them and moving on, and now that you discover they’re alive, all of a sudden you care for them again? When you were the ones who threw them away in the first place?”
“My kind may not be completely innocent here but you’re the ones who’ve been lying and manipulating us this whole time! You took advantage of the treaty!”
“Everyone calm down.” Jinki cut in. “Please. What happened in the past is between our ancestors, we’re only here to discuss current events. As for what was said, it’s never been our intention to take advantage of omegas, but to care for them. Despite all this, both parties have held up their end of the agreement. Your packs don’t have to deal with omegas anymore, so it’s in your best interest to let this go. Let her go.”
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Being back home was great, and you hadn’t even realized how much you missed it. There was a lot you needed to catch up with, but it wasn’t long before you realized you weren’t entirely alone. Seokmin noticed eyes on you, seeing two others watching. You thought maybe it was one of the witches, but you were quite surprised to see Taeil and Yuta. Before the other two jumped to conclusions you explained to them.
“Easy, those two are part of the pack that looked after me.”
Without invitation they got closer, probably cause they overheard you vaguely mention them. Of course both Seokmin and Jun got a little protective, stepping in front of you.
“It’s alright, they’re not going to do anything.”
“Are you alright, y/n?” Taeil asked. “You kinda just ran off.”
“I’m fine, just wanted to see my friends again.”
“So you two are werewolves?” Seokmin questioned.
“Yeah, why? Is there a problem?”
“No, it’s just not common to see werewolves around witches.”
“Well we’re not used to seeing wolves as familiars.” Yuta added. “Witches tend to use other creatures, so it makes me wonder.”
“We’re just as capable as anyone else.” Jun mentioned. “No need to look down on us.”
“I wasn’t, I swear. I’m just curious about the whole familiar thing. We’re not so different, so I’m just thinking out loud.”
“I guess y/n didn’t say much on the matter.”
“No she didn’t.”
“It’s not like I wanted to talk about that stuff.” You said. “It was already weird being with a pack of werewolves.”
“What’s it like?” Taeil asked. “Being a familiar and all that.”
“I’m not sure I understand the question.” Seokmin asked.
“I wanna know how you wound up here.”
“Taeil.” You hissed.
“I’m genuinely asking.”
“Well there’s not much to tell.” Seokmin continued. “We’re taken young and given to our master. We bond and grow up together. For most of our youth we remain as a wolf until we are old enough to be given a more human form. We learn to walk and talk, and begin to learn about the world around us and its history.”
“And what exactly do you as a familiar?”
“We help our master in any way we can. We learn to fight so we can protect, and are taught about magic so we better understand those around us.”
“So you’re like a bodyguard?”
“Not quite. Witches don’t tend to leave the coven. I’d say we’re more like a connection to nature for our masters.”
“You sound more like pets than anything else.” Yuta commented.
“Yuta!”
“What? It’s true.”
“We’re not just pets.” You stated. “We’re important companions to our masters and a source of strength. We owe them our lives and are happy to serve. I’m glad I’m home with my master.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I don’t want to go back to your pack if that’s what you’re insinuating.”
“Well it’s not up to us right now, is it?”
“If you think my master is gonna hand me over to you, then you’re crazy.”
“Woah, woah, what the hell are you talking about?” Seokmin pulled you closer to him. “What do you mean hand you over? What happened?”
“It’s nothing…”
“Y/n, as your mate it’s my job to protect you, and I can’t do that if you don’t tell me everything that is going on.”
“Mate?” Taeil questioned. “Werewolves don’t mate with each other anymore, let alone an omega.”
“Omega?”
“Taeil, shut up!”
“Y/n, what is he talking about?” Jun wondered. “What’s this about omegas, they don’t exist anymore.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
“Y/n.”
Jun’s sharp gaze and tone made you whimper, causing your ears to drop. The last thing you wanted to do was lie to your friends.
“The werewolves think I’m an omega…”
“You are.” Yuta corrected. “That witch admitted it. These two are the same.”
“That’s not true! It’s not…”
“I don’t care what’s true or not anymore.” Seokmin cut in. “You two can go back to your alpha or whatever and leave us alone. I’ve had enough of you.”
“Y/n is not leaving our sight.” Taeil stated.
“Fuck off.”
Seokmin tried to pull you away from the scene, but Taeil quickly grabbed your arm and yanked you back. Next thing you knew Taeil and Seokmin were growling at each other.
“Let go!”
“I don’t care if you think you’re her mate or something.” Taeil snapped. “She stays.”
“Please don’t fight.” You whimpered. “Or we’ll all be in trouble.”
“Y/n, you may think this is your home, but it’s not.” Yuta said. “Not for them either. You belong with us, in a pack, not as a familiar.”
“I should get to choose for myself, shouldn’t I? You guys were all about giving me a choice when it seemed like I would stay with you, but now you want to take that away? I don’t want to be an omega, and I don’t want to be in your pack!”
“Everybody just stop.” Jun cut in. “We can talk in circles but clearly our elders are speaking on whatever matter this is, am I right?”
“Yeah.” Yuta admitted. “They are.”
“Then let’s wait to see what happens on their end before we do anything.”
Taeil let you go, and Seokmin pulled you into his arms. He was still glaring at the other two but for now you all had to behave yourself. It was hard for Yuta to see you in someone else’s arms as he wanted nothing more than to rip you away from them. None of this felt right.
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“I understand you’ve gotten very attached to her, but she will not be leaving here with you.”
“And I’m just supposed to leave her here with you?” Taeyong spat. “Where you deny her true nature and use her.”
“You’re crossing the line.”
“Am I? When I removed that mark on her she was free to be her true self. Her scent was that of an omegas, she went into heat and we took care of her, she recognized her alpha, she-”
“Did she like it?” Kibum asked. “Seungcheol, I presume you told her what she is, correct?”
“Yes.”
“And how did she take that?”
“She denied it and wanted to come home.”
“So it seems she has no interest in your pack. Shouldn’t you respect her choice?”
“Is it really a choice when you’ve raised her with lies?”
“That is for her own protection!”
“Kibum, calm down.” Minho said. “Truth is I’m grateful that she was found by you. Another pack may not have discovered what she is, but even then all you had in mind were good intentions. It’s nice to know that not all werewolves these days hate omegas, but that is still not reason enough for her to go with you.”
“Why not?” Johnny questioned. “Like you said, we’ve looked after her. We’re capable of-”
“You can’t mate with her, or bond, or anything. You may have been affected by her heat as a result of lingering ties, but you certainly can’t get her pregnant. Omegas were removed from your packs, and the bond you share with each other is not able to include her.”
“Then put her back.” Taeyong suggested. “You can undo what you’ve done.”
“It doesn’t work that way.” Jinki spoke up. “Powerful magic removed omegas, so you’d need the same, if not more, power to return them. Even then, it’s an all or nothing situation. I understand you have no issue here, but what about the rest of your kind? If omegas suddenly reappear are you so sure they won’t be killed? Not to mention this goes against the treaty. Such actions without consulting all werewolves could lead to war, and omegas will lose the most.”
“Finding out you lied will do the same.”
“To be honest with you, even if I could return omegas to you right now, even if it was only her, I wouldn’t. There is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. Your kind have become brutal creatures, and I don’t trust you to take care of an omega. Your people betrayed them once, I don’t trust that they won’t do it again. So by now I think you understand this conversation has just been a courtesy.”
“Courtesy? For what?”
“Suho, being the elder here, I’m sure you understand how this has to end. It would be no trouble to wipe the memories of your pack mates to make this all much easier. Of course the omega in question will also forget the events that have transpired. And I say all this as it is a means of keeping the peace.”
“You can’t-”
“That’s enough, Taeyong.”
“Suho!”
“Enough.”
Taeyong glanced between Suho and Jinki, realizing they had come to their conclusion. He couldn’t believe any of this, and didn’t want to hear anything more. He left the room, and soon enough the others did the same. Suho sighed when that happened.
“Apologies.”
“It’s not your fault. This is a very unique situation. My proposal still stands. I’m sure you know what’s best.”
“I do. Although I still need to discuss with my partner if that’s alright.”
“Of course. As long as this stays among us for now there should be no issue.”
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Taeyong couldn’t believe what the elders had been talking about, feeling that everything had been pointless. He had to find you, so he went off the way you did before. Your scent was long faded, but he could easily track his own members. It wasn’t long before he saw them with you and two other individuals.
“Y/n.”
When you heard your name you looked around, kinda surprised to see Taeyong. As soon as you locked eyes he stormed over to you. He didn’t care to ask about Seokmin or Jun, just grabbing your arm and yanking you towards him.
“We need to talk. In private.”
“Who the hell are you?” Seokim asked.
“Her alpha.”
“Taeyong!”
“Come on.”
“She’s not going anywhere with you!”
“No, no, no, wait!”
You managed to hold your ground. You didn’t want a fight breaking out, especially now that the others had shown up. Seokmin and Jun would be outnumbered, but even then you didn’t want other witches to get involved.
“Seokmin, I’m just gonna go talk to him for a few minutes and then be right back, okay?”
“I don’t trust him.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Y/n.”
“Please. I’ll be right back.”
“Five minutes.”
“Okay, I can do that.”
From there Taeyong pulled you along, dragging you into the forest around the coven village. You kept quiet until you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Taeyong…”
“How do you feel about the pack?”
“Uh… I… I’m happy I met you, and grateful that you looked after me but… I’m home, this is home for me.”
“Do you know what the elders talked about? They intend to wipe your memories about us, and we’ll forget you too.”
“What…”
“They can’t do this.”
“Taeyong, the elders… what they say…”
“Are you okay with this?”
“I trust my master. If this is what is supposed to happen then I’m not gonna fight.”
“Y/n, you can’t just submit to-”
“We won’t even remember each other. There’s no point arguing now.”
“They’re gonna wipe out memories?”
Both you and Taeyong looked over to see Yuta. Without realizing he had followed you and was listening in to the conversation. Now that he knew what the others had planned he came over and grabbed you.
“Is that true? You’re just gonna forget us? After everything?”
“This is out of your hands, Yuta.”
“You can’t just leave like that. You’re one of us.”
“I’m not part of your pack.”
“Then I’ll make you.”
“Huh?”
You didn’t understand what Yuta was talking about, not until he sunk his fangs into your shoulder. A scream ripped from your throat and you managed the strength to shove Yuta off of you. Along with the pain your vision was starting to get blurry. You stumbled back a few steps before collapsing to the floor. The world was spinning around you and slowly fading to black.
“Yuta! What did you do!?”
“I… I don’t know… something just told me to bite her… and… is she gonna die?”
“Not if I have a say in it.”
Taeyong checked on you, seeing that you were barely conscious. Thankfully the scream only caught the attention of the rest of pack mates and no one else. They rushed over, quickly questioning the scene.
“What do we do?” Taeil asked. “The witches-”
“We can’t tell them.” Taeyong stated. “And we can’t stay here either, we need to leave.”
“Leave?” Ten questioned. “How are we gonna do that without having the whole coven after us? Where would we even go?”
“I have an idea, but I need you to calm the others. There’s a spell I’m gonna have to use.”
“Taeyong-”
“Trust me. She’s my omega, and I will take care of her just as I will take care of my pack.”
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How about a dose of exhibitionist Shinee for your wildcards?
SHINee wildcards - exhibitionism
Who: SHINee x reader
What: ⛔️🔞 smutty and suggestive, outdoor sex, groping in public, impulsive acts. also here, enjoy this fancam of Minho dancing "Body Rhythm" because it should be fucking illegal
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The grass tickled your calves and the wind tousled Jinki's hair as you rode him. His palm rested on your hip and his sighs filled your ears.
"Can't believe you'd let them see," you taunted, angling your hips so you could take his cock deeper. Visiting him on his yoga retreat had been his idea but this was a whole different level.
"It's all about letting go, isn't it," Jinki smiled as he whispered in your ear. From the corner of your eye you could see people peeking from behind the nearby trees.
He thrust up hard and you nearly screamed. You were certain that people could hear you.
"Oh fuck, Jinki..."
Your control was slipping. The lack of shame from Jinki was doing something to you and he knew it.
"Sounds like you're the one who needs to let go. Go on, cum for me..."
Key
"Kibum!"
You hissed in warning when his hands landed firmly on your hips and he leaned in to kiss you.
"Come on, you know you want to. And it will finally get the stylists to stop flirting with me," he smiled mischievously.
"They-- They what?"
"Look at the blond one, I told you," Kibum whispered, nudging his head in that direction. Sure enough, the blonde girl was only pretending to be putting away makeup brushes but her eyes were glued to you and Kibum.
You brought a hand to the back of his neck and kissed him feverishly, possessiveness bubbling in your chest. He didn't hold back, parting your lips with his tongue and deepening the kiss immediately. He pressed you up against a table and hiked up one of your legs around his waist. The leather of your boot creaked across the latex panel of his bodysuit, the noise adding to that of your making out.
"Is she gone yet? I need to be inside you so bad," Kibum murmured against your neck, pressing his hard cock against your crotch and grinding into you. You looked past his shoulder. The blond girl was rooted in place, unable to look away from the two of you.
"Yeah, she's gone."
"Good," Kibum pushed up your shirt roughly and buried his fingers in your pants. "I can't wait any longer."
Minho
The music changed and Minho invited you to dance, extending a hand in a charming gesture. You had no mind to refuse and you joined him on the dancefloor, hips swaying to the heavy beat. Someone wolf whistled and various jeering was directed at Minho but he brushed it off with a smile. Then someone abruptly changed the song to "Body Rhythm". You both stopped dancing, Minho looking at you.
"Do you trust me," he asked.
"Should I?" You teased but you were already following his gestures as he brought you in close, one hand on your waist and the other on your hip.
The way he led you had something fluttering in your stomach. He swayed your hips along with his, then changed the movement, rolling forward into you so that his entire body was flush with yours. Chest to chest, hips flush together and he swayed with you.
Then he sharply turned you with your back to him and suddenly you were aware of all the eyes which were on you. Minho pressed a hand against your chest, making sure you were flush against him, and lowered his head, trailing kisses from your collarbone to your ear as he rocked with you. When his hand reached for the zipper on your top your heart started to hammer in your chest but you didn't want to stop him. Minho dragged the zipper down until your top opened up, exposing you. He dragged his hands up your body until he reached your nipples, making a show of brushing his fingertips against them one by one, never once losing the rhythm.
Taemin
You were drunk on his lips, or maybe it was the other way around. He was guiding your hips to grind against his hard cock through your clothes, making no secret of his glances to your reflections in the practice room mirror.
"There's something else I want to see," Taemin smiled against your neck.
"Yeah?"
"I want to see what you'll do to me if I..." He trailed off as he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it aside, and moved you off his lap to get out of his sweats. He then knelt back on the floor, taking his hard cock out of his boxers and running his fingers along the length, taunting you.
"Taemin, the door isn't locked. It isn't even closed. Anyone could walk by and see us."
"I know." His gaze didn't waver at all.
"You could lose your job."
"I won't."
"This is reckless."
"Dangeeeer," he sang to you, grinning widely.
What had gotten into him, you had no idea, but you were running out of cautionaries and all you wanted was your lips wrapped around his length. You pushed him down, not missing the way his eyes darkened at your rough treatment, and you took his cock into your mouth. It was up there with the most beautiful things when he sucked in a breath and his teeth sunk into his full lip, his eyes flitting between the mirror and the door.
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Shinee Masterlist
Key: [F=Fluff, S=Smut/Suggestive, A=Angst, H=Humor, P=Platonic, T=Thriller]
Jinki/Onew
Page 270 [F]
Kibum/Key
Let Me See [S] - 0.0k - Your boss reads your dirty thoughts about him in the diary you left behind.
Page 192
Minho
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Taemin
Enchanted [T/S] - 0.0k - House-sitting for your uncle takes a deadly turn upon the night of a blood moon. Your only hope lies in the hands of a stranger who isn’t what he seems.
Page 156 [F]
Headcanons
Turn Ons & Kinks [S]
"The most beautiful thing in all the world is right now. This moment. You. Don’t ever forget that." ~Jonghyun (banner by @classicscreations, thank you indi! 🥹)
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Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!
Hope everyone managed to get a break this weekend. Just a few more days until the end if the year. You got this! 💪
0. The slow burn
Part 1 - the meet cute
Part 2 - the coffee mug
Part 3 - the spicy song
Part 4 - the absence
Part 5 - the watch/the sweet song
Part 6 - the backrub
Warnings: Some mentions of reader having dirty thoughts, but nothing explicit. Also, I've censored some words just because of personal preference 😅.
Forgot to add the song!!!
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He'd stopped celebrating the victories a while back. Of course it had been exciting at first, being a superhero - hopping from dimension to dimension and showing up other heroes with his knowledge and powers. But ever since … ever since that first failure, when he'd destroyed an entire world for his own selfish means, it had become a duty - a repentance of sorts. Because even if he'd lost his little girl in that world, he had to believe that she still existed in other worlds, other versions of her going about their day, living life to the fullest. And she'd already had to give herself up for him - for that tiniest slice of happiness he'd stolen from her. So he'd give himself up too, every single day, for every version of her, even if she didn't know he existed.
He deactivated his mask as he walked into the control room, the darkness allowing him to finally let his senses relax. He strode towards the platform, catching a glimpse of X sitting in her chair, staring at the screen in front of her. She'd been guiding the mission this time, watching over them through the cameras he'd hacked into beforehand. It was always helpful to have someone able to see the bigger picture when a mission was going on. And she usually gave good guidance, coming up with strategies and ideas that had them catching even the most creative of anomalies. He'd normally bring her with him on the bigger missions though, the two of them communicating almost telepathically as they wrangled the worst villains of the bunch.
And then it was fun again, being a superhero, swinging around the city saving people. And, of course, the banter. He liked coming up with witty comments that only egged his opponents on even more - liked the way she'd always stop to laugh, her lips curling into that bright smile that had his own quirking at the ends. But, Dios, she had the humour of a retired librarian sometimes, coming up with horrible puns that made even their villains freeze in horror at her jokes. And that stupid phrase ‘Jinkies, Spiderman’. What the hell did that even mean?! She'd just whizzed through some explanation about another fictional superhero on her Earth - Batman, she'd said. And his sidekick too, some bird or another that she was obsessed with. She was so weird sometimes. But amusing, he allowed.
“Arañita,” he called out to her as he pulled himself up onto the platform. “Have you finished the mission report?”
He stood over her, hands on his hips as he waited. But she didn't respond. Just continued staring at the screen, chin on her palm as she hunched over the desk. He raised an eyebrow, confused, and looked over at the screen. She was watching the mission replay - there was him swinging across the frame before he tackled the Rhino - and seemed so completely absorbed by it that even her Spider senses had failed to alert her to his presence.
He leaned over her slightly, trying to get her to turn around and look at him, and that was when he heard it: the song playing through her earphones. And coño, it was dirty. So explicitly dirty that it had him clenching his fists and gritting his teeth against the heat rapidly building up under his collar. He inhaled slowly, trying to figure out how the absolute f*ck she could listen to something like that while … while watching him run across the screen. Ay, mierda, was she … was she thinking about him? While listening to those filthy lyrics? F*****ck. He reached forward and plucked one of her earphones out of her ear, startling her enough for her to finally swivel around to face him. He waited as she looked up at him, her lips parted in surprise, her eyes glazed over as they roved over him. She licked her lips as her gaze trailed over his torso, then swallowed hard when her eyes landed on his mouth. He clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the way his body seemed to heat up everywhere her eyes landed. Then, all of a sudden, she jumped out of her seat.
“Hooooolyyyyyy!” she whispered loudly, setting her other earphone down on the table. She peeked up at him from beneath her eyelashes nervously and he found himself clenching his fists again to stop from sucking in a breath. “Sorry! I was just … I just …”
She gestured between him and the screen, trying to come up with an excuse. Then, suddenly, she curled into herself, squeezing her legs together as she avoided his gaze. “I have to go to the toilet!”
F*******ck. That smell? Coming off of her? The sweet scent that had her clenching her thighs together in a futile attempt to hide it from him? He ran his fingers through his hair, gripping the strands tightly as he ground his teeth together.
“Miguel?” Lyla popped up in front of him, eyes wide with concern behind her heart-shaped glasses. “What's wrong? Your vitals are going through the roof!” ¡P*ta madre! What the f*ck was happening to him?! He set her earphone down on the table and leaned over the desk, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He wasn't some teenager with raging hormones; he was a grown man who could get his emotions under control. He just needed to take a deep breath in, then a deep breath out. In, out.
“I'm fine,” he assured Lyla, not feeling very fine at all. “I, uh … It's nothing. I'm fine.” Lyla narrowed her eyes at him, unconvinced. Then she flickered over to the surface of the table, investigating the cause for his sudden spike in testosterone. A pair of earphones were laid on the table, the distinct lavender colour making them as X's. She looked up at the computer and sifted through the different tabs, her eyes lighting up with surprise when she found what she'd been looking for.
“Oh!” It was a song. A song that, judging by the subject matter, would have had any man's testosterone levels spiking. She twisted her head to glance over at Miguel, a cheeky smile plastered over her holographic face. Then she disappeared, only to materialise right by his head this time. She folded her arms across her chest and gave him a knowing look. She opened her mouth to tease him, but he stopped her before she could continue.
“Not a word,” he warned her, letting out a huff as he straightened up.
“But-”
“Lyla.”
She sighed, annoyed by his constant attempts to foil her entertainment. It was just such a rare sight, seeing her boss so flustered - and by the seemingly innocent little X as well! Plus, it was an exciting change from all the Peter's and their Gwen Stacey's and their Mary Jane's they were always going to end up with anyway.
“Fine,” she conceded reluctantly, seeming to let the subject go. But then she returned to the desk, her attention focused on the screen as she scrolled through the rest of X's playlist. She grinned and looked up at Miguel, a devious expression on her face. “But I think you'd like the next one just as much.”
His eyes flickered over to the screen and he tensed his muscles to stop himself from groaning in frustration at the title. He reached forward, about to swipe Lyla off the table, but then X returned, landing on the platform beside him.
“Miguel?” She fidgeted with her hands nervously as her gaze bounced between him and the floor. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before speaking again. “How, um … How was your mission?”
“Uh, it was good,” he replied, casting around for something to say. He scratched the back of his head, his eyes landing on the unfinished mission report still open on her screen. “I can finish the mission report!” He moved to sit down, to take over and give his mind some other task to focus on, but she stopped him.
It was like his brain had stopped working as he looked down at her, so difficult was it to reconcile the shy and innocent X standing before him with the one who'd been undressing him with her eyes only moments earlier. What had she been thinking about, looking at him while listening to that song? Had she imagined his hands, gliding all over her as they lay in bed together? His name, falling from her lips as he pleased and pleasured her? His body, pressed up against hers, their bare skin siding against one another's as they- F*ck! He froze, horrified by the direction in which thoughts had been going. Ay, por Dios, he was so. F*cking. Screwed. His watch buzzed - again - letting him know that his heart rate had increased, the blood pounding through his veins in excitement at his thoughts. He hid his hands behind his back and took a step away from her, putting some distance between them.
“It's fine.” X waved him off and settled back into her seat. “I can finish it. I'm almost done anyway.” She was most definitely nowhere near being done. He'd just looked so good! Taking on the Rhino with his deliciously sculpted physique, the smart retorts rolling off his tongue as he battled with the wicked villain. Oh God, she was so screwed. There was just no way - no way in hell - that he could ever like her like that. No one else had ever liked her before, so how could she possibly think that someone like him - smart and strong and so painfully handsome - could ever fall for someone like her? She shoved her feelings down, typing up everything she remembered without running through the recording for what was probably the hundredth time that night.
She'd … changed, somehow. She didn't seem like the same person who'd been listening to the song earlier. She seemed deflated now, disappointed. And he didn't like the way his stomach curdled at her unexpected change in energy. He hesitated, wanting to cheer her up, to see that smile back on her face again. But it terrified him, the thought of teasing her; of flirting with her and flustering her so that she'd be forced to pull her gaze away from his, her almond-shaped eyes peeking up at him from beneath her curly lashes as she stammered out a response. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his tone neutral as he spoke. “You … sure you were concentrating, arañita?”
She froze at his response - at the slight note of teasing in his voice. Had he heard? Oh God. Had he heard the filthy song she'd been listening to, her eyes following his every movement across the screen as she'd practically drooled over him? She swallowed carefully, then muttered under her breath, “a little too much, if anything.”
He pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh at the retort. And trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the thought that she might have found him attractive. He nodded, satisfied by her seemingly lifted spirits, and took another step away from her. “Bien, I'll … I'll leave you to it, then. Let me know when you're done?”
She nodded, not even noticing the deviation from his usual response: ‘let me know when you're done?’ Not the careless: ‘let me know when it's done.’ “Hasta mañana, Miguel.”
His lips twitched at her consistent efforts to replicate his manner of speech, to show him how much she cared about all the little things that made him up. “Hasta mañana, arañita.”
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SUB!JINKI X READER: MOMMYS GOOD BOY (SUBBY SEPTEMBER)
“Touch me there, I want you to touch me there.”
Yes ik we are well past subby September, but I still wanted to post the things I had started writing for the event/finish them. Jinki was next on my list before writers block hit and now I’m finally posting it after constant editing lol.
PRONOUNS USED: None (Mommy)
TWS: Masturbation, riding, unprotected sex, grinding, sub idol, dom reader.
Word count: 944
All he had to do was wait ten more minutes, you told him that you'd be home soon to help alleviate his 'stress' but you could tell by the desperation in his voice that he wouldn't make it. The way he begged and pleaded for you to get home faster told you that he was feeling particularly impatient tonight, but you had hope that Jinki would ignore his urges and be a good boy like usual. But you were unfortunately too hopeful. He thought that maybe just touching himself a little wouldn't count, so instead of undressing he slowly rubbed his hand over the bulge in his thin pajama pants. The intense chills he felt all throughout his body made his toes curl, it had been so long since the last time you had touched him. Quickly becoming lost in the feeling, he closed his eyes and pictured you there, grinning at him as you playfully teased him and praised him for doing such a good job. The moment he did that it became almost impossible to hold himself back. Tempted to slip his hands into his pants, Jinki let out a soft moan as he started to slowly stroke himself through the soft material.
Before he knew it, he was desperately thrusting into his hand, still fully clothed as he waited for you. It felt like it had been hours but only five minutes had passed, and as he counted the seconds he started to realize that if he kept going like this then he'd cum before he even got to see you, but it felt too good for him to stop. He didn't even stop when he heard the front door opening or when he heard your sweet voice calling his name, by the time you had finally gotten into the room, his eyes were already closed as he replayed the sound of you calling his name in his head over and over again, completely lost in his pleasure and mind.
"Oh, Jinki…my poor baby..." His eyes open and he slowly turns his head to you, looking you in the eyes. He looked so broken already with his cheeks flushed, his eyebrows knotted, his eyes low, and gentle moans leaving his mouth as he fucked his hand out of pure desperation. "Didn't I tell you to wait?" Your gentle tone only made him want you more, although he knew that he should've stopped he was too far gone, and looking at you only increased that selfish need. "M-Mommy...please...please fuck me," Finally, he moves his hand, whimpering at the loss of contact as he stands up. As he towers over you his expression remains as submissive as ever, his body is broad and his presence is lustful and intense, just looking in his eyes made you want to drop to your knees and please him until he broke out into tears. "Do you think you deserve it?" You asked as you put your hand on his chest, his breathing became more uneven and you could feel his heart pounding, it never ceases to amaze you how excited he gets and how easily it happens.
"Yes, I've been a good boy...please, please ride me, ma'am," How could you deny him? Even though he hadn’t listened his heavy voice and passionate eyes gave you more than enough reason to give him what he wanted. So you sat on the bed and looked up at him as you crossed your legs and said: "Strip." In his overly sexual state, there was no room for shame or embarrassment, so just as quickly as you said to, Jinki began to take off his clothes, happy to finally be freed from his cotton confinements. "Good boy," You said, as you look him up and down you feel yourself becoming excited, the way his cock jumped at the sound of your voice made you feel more than pleased, "Now, undress me." As you said this you laid on your back and spread your legs for him with a grin, Jinki knew that this meant he had free reign to do as he wished to your body, so as he slipped your heels off he worshipped your legs, and as he slid your skirt off his worshipped your thighs, and when he came up to unbutton your blouse he paused for a second to kiss you.
Your tongue rolled around as he moaned into your mouth while grinding against your leg, his wandering hands touched every inch of your body in reach, sliding between your thighs as he began kissing your neck. The only thing on his mind was pleasing you and getting you just as excited, as badly as he wanted to rush, he wanted you to feel just as good, so he took his time as he slid his fingers past the waistband of your underwear, and massaged delicate circles on your clit as he kissed down the middle of your chest. In a matter of seconds you were grinding against his hand as you arched your back, the desire to feel him inside of you was building and you, unlike Jinki, didn't want to wait any longer.
"That enough..." You breathed out, "Sit down." Those four words were enough for him, as he sat on the bed you quickly took off the last of your clothes before climbing on top of him. “Mommy’s gonna give you a special treat for being such a good fucking boy,” As the head of his cock slipped inside of you, he holds his breath and you brace yourself, the slightest touch felt like you were going crazy and the way he trembled and watched it go inside, inch by inch, gave you butterflies. “Is that what you want baby boy?” Jinki whimpered, leaning his head back as he let out a stifled moan and closed his eyes tightly as he responded in a hushed and broken voice: “Yes…Yes, mommy.”
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Zodel only has patience for you. Everyone else is a stepping stone to reach the Heavens and drag them down to Hell himself.
What others call junk you call treasure.
Fingers smoothing over threadbare blankets or jackets, mange looking faux fur on old stuffed animals. Smooth flat metal of scissors until rust begins to eat at the edges making them jagged.
Useless.
Garbage.
But it was all jinki to you.
Pieces of people's souls could be trapped in items, embedded into the very atoms that made the item smooth or rough to the touch. As if woven into the fabric itself and if you were a Giver, which you were, jinki was all that much more valuable.
So here you stand with your sewn together backpack, black velveteen fabric well worn, eyes replaced with loving x stitching and one of the cat ears long since gone. It's belly swollen and full of treasures clinking together, whispering their thanks to you as you shift through the garbage in the contaminated zone. Spiked gas mask snug against your face as it filters the rancid air while you fixate on the items in the pale moonlight.
No need for you to be too vigilant considering no one was ever out this far, at least no one with half a mind. Trash beasts, raiders or vandals would be the most company you'd get and even then that was few and far in between the major cities of the Abyss. You spent the majority of your time under the haze of the stinking trash listening out for the loudest jinki, the most angry, resentful, growling thing before your ears perked.
Body on instinct dropping to the ground before you hear the footsteps and then the voices.
But most of all the jinki.
“Boss…”
“Don't.” Sharper than any knife you've held, gaze sharper still as it turns onto the goon that follows. You can't see from this distance, everything mostly a blob and their voices barely carry out to you. But even if you could hear them all you can focus on is the loud humming coming from the poorly sewn together jacket on the man's broad shoulders.
I can help comes the soft whisper from the pile of trash, your fingers digging into the heap, dark power snaking from one piece to another as if being passed along before you finally land in a doll. Hair burnt off and ripped out, missing both arms, a leg but thankfully she still had one good eye.
The doll lies close to the two men, unblinking gaze fixated on them as you close your left to see better.
One is skinny, lanky and with long tightly woven dreads, fingers covered in claws that retract to rings as he falls into step behind the much larger man with dark midnight hair.
Dreads’ jinki are loud, hard to ignore, muttering endlessly between themselves in gravely rasps. Hissing, agitated sounds over one another as it morphs into a quickening slurred babble, almost as if paranoia drives their conversation.
The second is wrapped around the broader man, dark black and filled with so much power it hums. Loudly, to the point it begins to drown out the rushing blood in your ears, drown out every thought as the buzzing continues to grow. He adjusts the jacket and it preens before back to the constant almost nauseating drone.
You want that fuckin jinki.
“Boss I couldn't get the sky person but-” Dreads attempts again to get a word in edgewise before he's interrupted by another pointed tone.
“You failed did you not?” Cold dark eyes look over his shoulder as they continue to walk along the tall trash heap, much taller than them as the duster jacket held together by large staples and stitches steadily hums.
Dreads doesn't answer, crazed eyes dropping to the junk underfoot in shame.
“Twice.” Dreads flinches as if struck but the broad man doesn't move an inch. Nothing more than a turn of his head as a shadow slinks from the jacket, up his throat and cheek trying to snake over his eye before a portal opens up in front of the boss. Illuminating them both in a washed out ethereal glow before he steps through.
Dreads waits outside, gritting his teeth until bone grinds against bone, tick in his jaw that creaks before the voice in the swirling void calls out.
“Come.” And Dreads obeys like any good dog.
The portal disappears in a matter of seconds leaving you to count all the way up to sixty before you will the doll to move. Legs of inky black jutting out where plastic limbs once were, slinking towards where the portal appeared. Lurking around what looks to be a base now that you're really paying attention only to come up empty in your search for an entrance.
Tapping your fingers as you think. Whoever had the portal jinki couldn't always be available right? Plus the big scary boss man didn't seem the type to rely fully on one person especially since one of his goons already proved a failure so there had to be a hidden entrance somewhere.
The doll wanders aimlessly for hours by your command until you spy it, the smallest flutter of a breeze coming from the pile. Kicking your feet as you think of just how good that jacket will feel swallowing up your frame even more so than the stocky build it sat on.
Having the doll wait idle until you see yourself approaching through its dingy glassy eye. The plastic lid and long singed lashes flutter shut as you come to squat near the item. Let your fingers curve over her skull feeling the fuzz of worn down faux hair.
“Thank you.” A breathy whisper before you release the item, letting it rest against the wall where it would surely blend in with all the other discards from Heaven. Sharp claws slipping under the metal pulling harshly waiting for the hinges to whine from the strain of resisting the lock.
It's up high, well above your head before you're pulling your bag off of one of your shoulders. Digging around for the perfect tool, an old ornate letter opener. You use your gift to sharpen the bread to a deadly point, reaching on tiptoes before the blade connects with the lock. Yanking it towards your body and it slices through the metal with ease and the door yawns open. You return the jinki and your mask to your backpack before you wander around the base.
Following the sound of the hum and ignoring the loud slow beat that faintly reminds you of a heart beat. Ignoring the pacing, the clinking of tools, the hiss of pleasure, the electric charge as a comb brushes through hair because all you can hear is the all consuming hum.
Sneaking into a dark room, pitch black and giving your eyes a moment to adjust to the tiny flecks of moon light let in from the small holes in the walls. Holding your breath as you listen, pushing down the hum to hear the deep slow breathing of the man who owns the jinki. Once you've determined he's asleep you tiptoe into the room in a rush spying the dark item hanging on the back of a chair.
“Hello.” A breathy whisper to the jacket as your fingers brush over the fabric, the feeling vibrates in your very marrow and it makes you smile manically. It's heavy even if it is half stitched and stapled together, thick and yet you think you wouldn't overheat under the sun.
Lifting it gently from the chair slipping one arm through makes you a little light headed, the shadow sneaking up your throat in a curious purr. Crawling up your jaw as you go to put your other arm through and when the jacket is fully over your shoulders you sigh slowly. You can smell the previous wearer, a mixture of musky sweat and well worn leather warmed by the sun, it makes you feel good. Relaxed. So you nestle deeper and the shadow comes out further. Caressing over your lips as it starts to work its way up to cover your other eye, slowly, so slowly, the jacket begins to wear you.
Large rough hands slip under the shoulders of the jacket, smooth over the thin fabric of your t-shirt as the coat is pulled away from your body. The shadow retreats.
For now.
You turn to look over your shoulder, face half shrouded in shadow darker than night, the jacket still trying to cling to you. But your focus isn't on the purring from the fabric, it's on the tall broad man who stands behind you. His dark midnight hair is messy from sleep, more strands falling over his forehead than before, eyes dark and cold as they bite into you despite the gentle touch at your back.
He's shirtless himself, clothes mostly discarded at the foot of the bed, only the jacket was placed with care.
You reach around you, grabbing onto his thick forearms with sharp claws, nails hardened with a razor's edge. For whatever reason you hesitate, let it barely poke his skin and only small droplets bead to the surface.
“Careful.” His voice is deep and dark from disuse, having been in a deep enough sleep, it gives him even more of an edge. He leans closer, face impassive and frozen like any marble statue you'd seen in books discarded from the heavens. It is as if he's studying you, pulling the coat away from you gently, slowly and the shadow whines as it returns to the black fabric it came from, “What are you doing here?”
“Your jinki called me.” A half truth, mostly it just hummed from its own great power but the way it whispers to you now, to pull the fabric back up and have the high collar protect your throat gives more truth to your statement. Moving your hands from his skin to avoid a fight, fisting the opening of his jacket almost nervously.
Even after a long stretch of silence he doesn't reply, if he's dissatisfied or pleased with your answer you cannot tell, face still stone cold as his unblinking eyes stare down at you.
“I just love well worn things.” You unclasp your hands from around the opening of the jacket and let him peel it from your frame, “They have so much to tell me.”
The sound is soft and breathy like a confession in mass and it stills his movements. His hands stopping at the crook of your elbows now with the jacket half on and the shadow fully gone. You freeze, pulling in a shallow breath to hold.
You expect to be taunted, laughed at or struck, since that's what normally happened when you claim you could actually hear what the jinki said. Because even among the rejects you didn't belong. Too sharp, too quick, too loud, too cruel or too much. Always always too much until only the jinki liked your company.
Or maybe they just tolerated you since they couldn't move, it's not as if there was anyone else to hear them.
He cradles your jaw, tilting you up to face him instead of looking at the floor.
“There is no shame in that.” His tone and intense gaze soften minutely, missed in the dark as you stare back up at him.
“There isn't?”
“No.” He allows his hands to move on their own, allows his thumb to swipe over the apple of your cheek, “Is that not how jinki becomes jinki?”
Sliding over your throat, fingers slipping under your collar to notice you don't have a com necklace, that you acted alone, tracing your smooth skin. Engulfing and squeezing at the tender column before slowly grazing your cheek and palming the curve of your skull.
“How things and people become precious? Because they are loved?” Monotone as he delivers his lines and you're still too mesmerized to move, “Even if they are discarded by the Heavens and the sky people.”
“What's a sky person? I heard you two earlier. Is it that boy with the cleaners?” You blink up at him owlishly and he sighs deeply. Returns to his task of taking his jinki off of you, following down your exposed skin with his rough palms before gently placing it in your lap for now. You wrap your arms around it like a hug, bringing it to your chest as you watch him. He picks up a clean white button up, leaving a few open at the top before his muscular thighs slip into dark pants.
“No one saw you slip in, little stray?” He asks, holding out his hand towards you, reluctantly you place the heavy duster in his hands. He flips the dark fabric around as he slides his arms into it. Adjusting it just so and now the high collar of his jacket frames his jaw.
“No.” He helps you to your feet from the chair, “I heard them. They're noisy.”
“Hmm.” He hums, fingers slipping under the straps of your backpack earning a jolt from you when he tries to remove it, “Don't worry. You want to stay right?”
You take a step back and like a patient predator he doesn't move.
“Be close to my jinki? Since it loves to hum such sweet songs to you.” He stands as if there were a rod in his back, speaks with little to no emotion and if you were being honest he scares you a little.
Yet at the same time, when he lifts his arm in a silent invention, you step forward. Slipping your arm under his to press your face into his chest. His shirt smells like clean linen and his skin still smells like well worn leather in the sun with that bit of sweat that you hope clings to you.
The jinki purrs its approval before going silent when his arm wraps around you, pulls you closer in an uncharacteristic notion. A part of you thinks this is a farce, that he has other plans for you, that he knows affection, false promises you'll fall for, and patience are how he can trap the feral cat that is you.
“Would you like to be mine, stray?” He's tilting your chin to look into his eyes again, fingers tight on your jaw as he stares down at you with dark rich eyes. Even with your suspicion of ulterior motives your tongue moves all on its own.
“Yes.” Breaking free of his grip to hide your face in his chest again, his heart rate is slow, unhurriedly, and soft while yours roars. This attraction is odd and magnetic when you usually shoved people out of your life, yet here you stood stepping into his shadow most likely becoming just another one of his disposable goons.
“But only for a little while.”
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Leona x Idia with Tsum shenanigans
Not my best writing
He was making a horrible decision, really.
Idia knew that pulling his third all-nighter of the week was a terrible idea. He would feel worse than he already felt considering he hasn’t slept in 2 days, but his romance favorite game released a new event and his favorite had a card! His Tsum wanted to participate too, already hoping to the desk with two Ramen cups ready to be eaten.
While the game is booting on Idia’s computer, Idia glances at the time. 8:32. The responsible thing to do is go to bed, but being responsible is cringe. Idia planned to play other games anyway, so tonight was gonna be another all-nighter.
Tsum Idia let out a squeak, making Idia turn. The plush held out the Ramen cup and fork.
“Hehehe, thank you~” Idia grinned as he grabbed the ramen. He was gonna get his favorite no matter how long it took him!
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5 hours have passed and Idia has gotten every card except the one with his favorite. Idia felt like crap, cause his luck has NEVER been this bad. The Tsum was also upset due to a tummy ache of eating 10 Ramen cups, 12 pocky boxes and 15 chocolate bars, and was laying on its back while whimper-squeaking. Idia was actually considering going to bed to cry tears of sadness. Yes the event was gonna last 2 weeks, but Idia REALLY wanted his favorite husbando.
Idia was considering his options when his bedroom door flung open and he screeched like a banshee. There stood Leona, shirtless with baggy pajama pants, with Tsum Leona on his head. Leona looked pissed, causing Idia to quiver in fear. Tsum Idia was in too much pain to even try to escape its fate.
“…Uh, h-hi kitty???” Idia squeaked out like the pathetic man he is, cowering in fear in his gamer chair. Leona did not look amused.
Leona snarled “It’s 1 in the morning, Radish Sprout. Why the hell are you still awake?”
Idia stuttered to save himself. “O-oh jinkies…uhm hehe lmao, you s-s-see I was trying t-to-HOLY MOTHER OF GOD-“ Idia screamed when Leona literally lunged, grabbed Idia, and threw him on the bed. Idia couldn’t even process when Leona pinned him down with his hands. Idia’s face turned bright red, Leona’s face was too close…!
“You’re going to sleep.” Leona hissed before pulling Idia into a strong grip. Idia could not move, but Leona’s huge chest was comfortable, so he wasn’t complaining. Well except for the fact he couldn’t game anymore.
Idia then remembered his upset Tsum and turned his head to look at it. Tsum Leona was carrying Tsum Idia to the bed, and Tsum Idia was whimpering as much. As soon as the two Tsums got on the bed, the two began snuggling under the blanket and sqeuaking quietly.
It was the last thing Idia saw before drifting to dreamland.
#twisted wonderland#twst#leona x idia#tsum tsum leona#Tsum Tsum Idia#Leoide#It doesn’t follow the prompt but I did this for Leoide week
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