#onew scenario

[yootaesowlwrites]

Grab The Headboard - Onew / Lee Jinki

W/C: 3.3K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Grab the headboard for me, will ya?” + “I was just about to wash up. Care to join?”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, nipple sucking, clit sucking, clit stimulation, fingering, undirected sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You were removing your coat when Jinki places his hands on your hips and pulls you against him, his chin comes to rest on your shoulder, and you feel his lips and breath brush against your ear, his hands slowly slide to your stomach, and he holds you for a moment, you lean into his touch, feeling his warmth embracing you and his scent surrounding you. You pause your movements before slowly turning around to face him, you lift your arms and loosely wrap them over his shoulders and lock your hands together behind his head.

“You’re in a loving mood, right now,” You say and lean a little closer to him. “Not that I mind at all,” You tilt your head and press your lips against his, your eyes shut as you feel his warm lips touching yours. Your lips move with his, and you feel him slowly starting to walk you backwards down the hallway. Your back hits a wall, and you feel his hands moving over your hips and up your sides, until he pushes the jacket off your shoulders, you unwrap your arms from around him and allow the piece of clothing to hit the floor before your hands reach for his sweater and push it down his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as well.

He pulls you away from the wall and walks backwards towards the direction of your bedroom, you manage to make it inside without hitting another wall. Your hands curl into his t-shirt, and you pull it upwards, letting your knuckles brush along his warm skin, you break away from the heated kiss, strings of saliva breaking off in the process, and pull his shirt over his head. He releases you as he lifts his arms to let you remove his shirt completely before they were right back onto your hips, pulling at your own shirt. You were both starting to breathe harder and heavier, you could feel your insides taking a dip and your skin heating up as the atmosphere in the air changed.

His knuckles brush along your skin as he lifts your shirt, leaving a burning trail behind on your skin as he does, you lift your arms and let him remove the fabric completely and toss it aside, his lips brush along your jaw, and he kisses his way down your neck and over your collarbone, your hands move to his waistband and slowly move to the front where you found his belt buckle. His hands slide along your sides and dip underneath the elastic of your bra, he pulls back from your collarbone and lifts your bra upwards and removes it. The only sound in the room was the sound of you both already panting.

“The good news did you good, it seems,” You say as you pull at his belt, pulling it through the loops and letting it hit the floor. “Not that I’m minding this one bit,” You lean closer and press your lips against his jaw, and kiss your way down his neck and pause at his collarbone.

“Ohh, oh,” He sighs as he feels your teeth nibbling on his skin. “I’m more than happy, and I just want to show you my appreciation and my love for you,” You undo the button on hiss jeans and pull the zipper down. “I want you on the bed, now, sweetheart,” He takes hold of your hands and pulls them away from his jeans that were now starting to fall down. You pull your hands out of his grasp as you begin to turn around, you feel his fingers hook into your waistband and stop you. “Just before you go…” You feel him tug your pants down along with your panties, they pool around your ankles and you step out of them before climbing onto the bed and laying down in the centre of it.

You could feel his eyes burning on you as he slowly takes in every part of you, drinking up the sight of you completely bare in front of him and laying in the middle of the bed, waiting just for him to do something to you. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he hardens just a little more. He pushes his jeans down further until they hit the floor, and he steps out of them as he steps closer to the bed. You could feel your pussy twitch in excitement as the bed dips when he climbs onto it and move between your legs, you bite the inside of your cheeks as you feel his warmth against your inner thighs. His lips make contact with your abdomen, and he slowly kisses his way up your stomach.

“Jinki…” You breathe out and reach for the back of his head and curl your fingers into his locks. He kisses over the curve of your boob before his lips find your nipple, and you feel his hot breath blow against the bud, your body jolts as you feel his warm tongue press against the bud as he licks over it before wrapping his lips around it. “Ohh, my gosh, Jinki…” You feel his hand sliding over your hip and over your side, before he cups your other breast and squeezes it. You could feel his hot breathing against your boob and hear it as it was only getting louder.

“Hmm, feels so good,” You mutter. You could feel your insides dropping and forming into a tight knot inside you, you move your hand to his arm and slowly slide it upwards until you’re gripping his shoulder. You could feel his hips pushing against yours, and you could feel his cock slowly hardening against your pussy. “Jinki,” You feel your nipple growing sensitive the more he sucks on it, and used the tip of his tongue to play with it. “Hmm…” You slip your other hand between your bodies and cup him through his underwear.

“Hmm,” He hums against your nipple as he feels your hand make contact with his member. The vibrations travel through you and straight to your pussy, making it grow wetter. He pulls away from your nipple with a soft popping sound and lifts his head to look at you as he rubs your other nipple with the palm of his hand. “I should have done this a lot more in the past few months,” He dips his head, and you feel his lips brush against the curve of your breast.

“You know I don’t mind waiting,” You say. “I can wait,” He lifts his head, guilt swirling in his eyes along with lust and love. “Jinki, I promise you, this moment right now, it was worth the wait, please don’t feel guilty, there were more important things happening, like your health,” He lets out a sigh and slowly nods his head. “Your health is more important to me, Jinki, I want you to be healthy first and foremost,” You move your hand from his shoulder to cup his cheek and pull him towards your face. “Do you understand?” He nods his head, and you press your lips against his, kissing him deeply and softly, it lasted only a few seconds before he pulls back.

“Then let me try and make up for the past few months of neglect,” He says. Before you could say anything else, he pulls his face out of your grip and releases your breast as he moves lower, his lips brush along your stomach as he does, and you feel goosebumps forming on your skin. His lips brush over your mound and slowly move lower and lower, you could feel your body tensing as you prepare for the moment you would feel his breath on your folds.

“Ohh,” You moan once you feel his breath blow against your folds. “Jinki…” His nose brush over your folds before you feel his warm wet tongue licking a slow long stripe over your folds, which causes a tingling sensation to travel up your spine and explode inside your mind. “Ohh, my fucking…” Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the feeling as he does it again, this time his tongue slips between your folds, and you feel him lick a stripe along your pussy and towards your clit. “Ohh, oh, my, Jinki…” You bend your knees as his tongue gets close to your clit, and your feet drag along the bedding. “OH!” Your thighs push against the sides of his head, and you feel his lips wrap around your clit as you push his head even more against your pussy. “J-Jinki!” Your hand moves down to grip his hair.

“Fucking, fuck…” You moan as you feel your skin heating up more and the room temperature becoming warmer. “Jinki… It feels so good, fuck,” You lift your hips and push your pussy even more against his face, and you feel one of his hands suddenly push down on your hips and push them back against the mattress. “I’ll try not, but fuck…” He sucks just light enough for you to feel shock waves travelling through your body and cause an orgasm to start building inside you. You suck in your stomach when you feel his fingers brush against your folds before they slip between them. “Jiinnkiii,” You could hear the wet sucking sounds of your wetness as his fingers push through them.

“Oh, my fucking, fuck,” You breathe out and bring your other hand to your face to cover your eyes with your forearm, closing your eyes in the process. “Ohh, my fucking…” You feel his fingers probing at your slit, and pushing down against it. “Two, two, fuck, use two, please,” You sounded desperate, maybe because you were, it had been months since you’ve been intimate like this, and fuck, it was worth the wait. You feel two digits slipping into your sopping hole and stretch your walls, the sound of your wetness squelching fills the air as his fingers push into you. “Ohhh, oh, fucking… fuck,” You could feel your muscles tightening at the sensation that goes up your spine. “Jinki… Shit,” You curl your toes into the bedding and tighten your grip on his hair.

“I think I’m gonna cum any minute now, Jinki… fuck,” You say between gasps. Your skin felt like it was set alight, and you could feel sweat already building onto your skin and the bedding sticking to your back. “Ohh, fucking, fuck… Jinki, shit…” You could feel his sucking on your clit becoming a little harsher as his fingers pump in and out of you, curling every few times inside you. “Ohh… Oh,” You move your arm away from your face and reach upwards, you press your hand flat against the headboard before scratching at it. “I’m gonna…” You feel your walls being stretched more as a third digit enters you. “OH, oh, my… fuck,” You squeeze your lids tighter together and begin to specs of dust floating in front of you. “Ohh, shit…” His fingers curl inside you, and you feel them rubbing the right spot. Your breathing picks up, and you could feel the knot inside you treating to come undone.

“JINKI!” You suddenly cry out as he harshly sucks on the bundle of nerve, the tension inside you comes undone and stars fly past your vision behind your lids, your mind ascends into the clouds and your body feels light as it shakes with pleasure. “JINKI, FUCK, FUCK, OH!” He could feel your walls clenching around his fingers as you cum around them. “JIIINNNKKKIII!” You could feel his mouth pulling at your clit while his fingers were curling and uncurling inside you to get you through your high. “FUCK, I, OH, MY FUCKING!” Your mind was a mess, and you were blubbering out any word that seemed to pop up inside it.

Your body slowly begins to calm down from the high it was experiencing, and Jinki could feel it. He slowly releases your clit and pulls his fingers from you. Your legs slowly relax, and you pull them apart to release his head, his warmth disappears from between your legs as you take a moment to catch your breath and gather your scattered thoughts. You slowly open your eyes and look towards him and find him standing at the edge of the bed, now completely nude.

“Fuck, you’re such a good sight,” You mutter and give him a lazy smile. You sit upright and place your hands behind you to keep you propped up. “How do you want me?” He licks his lips and moves his gaze behind you.

“On your hands and knees,” He says. You feel a swirl inside your stomach before nodding your head and turning around to move onto your hands and knees. You feel the bed dip behind you before you feel his hands grip your hips and his cock brushing against your asscheeks. “You’re talking about me being such a good sight, do you know how good the sight of you is?” His hand slides down your hip and over the curve of your ass before it disappears. Your pussy clenches as you feel his cock move between your folds and press against your entrance.

“Fuck… Jinki…” You moan. Your fingers curl into the bedding as you prepare yourself to feel his cock fill you. “Ohh, my fucking…” Your walls were still sensitive as you feel the tip of his cock entering you. “Ohh, oh, fuck, Jinki, fuck… ugmmm,” You feel your back arching as he slowly fills and stretches your walls. “Hmm, so good, fuck…” You blink rapidly at the incredible sensation going through you.

“Uhh, hmm, fuck… ughmm,” He groans as he feels your warm wet walls sucking him right in and squeezing down around his cock. “Fuck… You, oh, you feel so… hmm,” His hand returns to your hip, and you feel his cock fully sink into you before he pauses to give you a moment to adjust. “Shit, you feel so good, it’s been too long,” You feel his hips slowly pull back and his cock slowly slipping from you before he pushes back into you once he was halfway out of you.

“Ohh, fuck, fuck, Jinki…” You moan. The room quickly fills up with the sound of your wetness squelching along with your moaning and his groaning. “Shit, but it was worth it, fuck,” You could feel your muscles slowly starting to tighten, and another knot starts to form inside you. “Jinki, Jinki…” You close your eyes as you feel his hips roll into yours. Your walls squeeze around him for a moment as his cock brushes against the right spot. “Fuck.”

“Shit, that felt good, do it again,” He groans. He could feel his mind starting to spin with the pleasure that was coursing through his body. “Ohh, my…” His grip on our hips tightens as he begins pulling you over his cock, your breasts bounce at the action, and you feel your toes starting to curl. “Fuck…” His tone becomes lower, and it almost sounded like a growl that came from him.

“Jinki, fucking…” You moan and feel your eyes roll to the back of your head behind your lids. “Shit,” His hands slide up your sides, and you feel his arms wrap around you before you were pulled upwards against his body, one of his hands cups your boob and presses down against it, and firmly holds onto you, while his other hand moves to cup your mound.

“Grab the headboard for me, will ya?” He groans out as he feels your walls pulsing around his cock. You open your eyes to see how far away the headboard was before you reach out with both hands and grip it, hard. “Fuuuucccckkk,” His groans were right in your ear now, and you could feel his hot breath blowing against it and over your neck, which causes goosebumps to form on your skin and your walls to clench around him more rapidly.

“Jink, oh, my fuck, fuck, shit, Jiiinnkkkiii,” You whine out as you feel tears of pleasure starting to form in your eyes. His thrusts were slowly getting faster and harsher and harder. “Fuck, fuck,” You feel him slam his cock into you, and it feels like the air got stuck in your throat for a moment as you gasp and feel tears spill down your cheeks in pleasure. “Jinki!” He could feel his balls starting to tighten as he was getting closer. “Shit, Jinki, oh my fuck!” You could feel your hands starting to hurt as you tighten your grip on the headboard. His fingers move between your folds, and you feel them rapidly begin rubbing your clit. “FUCK, JINKI!” His hand on your boob tightens as he feels your walls clenching harder around him and longer.

“Fuck, do it again, it feels so good,” He moans into your ear. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before they shut, and you find stars already dancing in front of your vision. You could feel your muscles tightening when suddenly everything felt light, your mind and body floats through the air as you come undone around his cock.

“JINKI, FUCK, JINKI, OHHH!” You cry out and arch your back. Your heart drums loudly in your ears as you go through your high. “JIIINNNKKIII OH MY FUCK!” Your walls clamp down around him squeeze him hard and long, as he pulls his hips back and his cock slides halfway out of you, he could feel the tightening feeling in his balls disappear as your walls milk his cock. Hot ropes of cum spill into your pussy, and he lets his head fall backwards in ecstasy.

“Fuuuuuccckkk, Yyyy/nnnn,” He moans as he feels pleasure coursing through him. He pushes his hips against yours and slowly rocks them against yours while his fingers on your clit begin to slow down as he was getting lost in his own pleasure. “FUCK, fuck, hmm, ughmmm,” You slowly descend from your high and feel his hips rocking into yours as he eases himself through his high. “Fuck, Y/n, hmm, so good, hmm…” Your grip on the headboard slowly loosens before you completely release it and let your hands fall to your side. His hips pause against yours, and you feel his breath hit your shoulder again before you feel a soft kiss being placed on top of it.

“Jinki…” You whisper. He pulls his hand away from your pussy, and you feel him slowly lay you down on the bed, his cock slipping out of you in the process. Once you were laying on the bed, he moves to lie next to you as you both catch your breath and gather your thoughts. The afterglow begins settling in, and you feel the temperature in the room slowly cool down and nip at your sweat-covered skin. You lay there and stare at each other for a few minutes. “Are you okay?” He nods his head and smiles at you.

“I’m okay,” He says. “It’s okay,” You nod your head and watch as he sits upright on the bed, you could see his hair sticking to his neck and the side of his face, his skin glistened with sweat coating it. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm, absolutely,” You say. He nods his head and slowly climbs off the bed, you watch as his muscles bulge as he stretches before he turns to look at you again.

“I’m going to go get some water, do you want something?” He asks. You shake your head as you sit upright and use your one arm to keep you upright.

“No, it’s okay,” You say. He nods his head, and you watch as he leaves the room. You look around the room before slowly getting up from the bed and picking up your scattered clothes from the floor and tossing them into the laundry basket before you begin making your way towards the bathroom, you pause as you hear him enter the bedroom and turn towards him. “I was about to wash up. Care to join me?” The smile that you gave him, said enough to him, and he quickly follows you into the bathroom.

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[anabsolutemyth]

Alternate reality where Jinki is the CEO of SMEnt and he's hiring for a new personal assistant.

You know in your heart that you're only applying for the job to try and get closer to some idols and see if you can start up a relationship. Never in a million years did you think you'd be under the spell of Lee Jinki, nor did you know just how "personal" of an assistant you were going to be.

Things don't start out smoothly between the pair of you and you start to wonder why he hired you in the first place. Jinki though knew exactly why: he wanted you.

#t:misc #t:writing #g:shinee #m:onew #The second photo is going the route of him rolling up his sleeves to give you the punishment you deserve for running your mouth too much #My mind doesn't often go to the gutter with Jinki #I'm far too distracted by Taemin and Key #but when it does it really goes there #shinee scenario #onew scenario #shinee hc #onew hc #t:hc #I might expand on this at some point if time and concentration allows

[blu-joons]

BEST FRIEND SHINee A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Lee Jinki

A ⇴ ATTENTION

He likes to know where you were quite a lot of the time, Jinki can’t help but be protective of you. Although he doesn’t like to be too much around you, you’ll usually be able to see him about in most places.

B ⇴ BICKER

Neither of you tended to bicker too much, mainly because you’d never last long before one of you started laughing. Jinki especially tended to break and start giggling at something you’d said and forget to say anything in reply, giving you victory after victory whenever the two of you did start squabbling together.

C ⇴ COMFORT

One of the best things about having Jinki as a best friend was how he was always there for you. All he needed to do quite a lot of the time was look at your eyes and he’d know that something was up, sitting you down, right by your side, and staying there until you told him what it was that was on your mind.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

Whenever the two of you did disagree, they never tended to last for too long because neither of you could go on for long without talking to one another. It was rare for the two of you to argue for long enough to stop talking to one another anyway, but when things did turn a bit sour between you both, all you’d take was a couple of hours to sort yourselves out before you’d start talking like normal again.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

You were incredibly dependent on one another when you first met which gave you no choice but to get close to one another. You were both chasing the same dream which meant that you had plenty to talk away as you isolated yourselves from all of the grand things that were going on around you. The reliance that you had for one another never seemed to go away though, you always just needed each other.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Jinki’s family were proud of you more than anything else as they’d seen your journey to the top at the same time as they watched Jinki. Whilst of course, they were rooting for Jinki and wanting to see him achieve his dreams, they also couldn’t help but keep a close eye on you at the same time and make sure that they constantly praised you and gave you plenty of confidence in yourself to carry on too.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

Neither of you were particularly fussed about going out when you hung out, in fact you quite liked just lazing around one of your apartments for a little while. Time together was usually an escape for you both, giving you the chance to relax and not worry about anything going on at work for a short period of time.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of laughing, even when no one else was. If Jinki said something, it could easily tickle you, but then no one else around the table would find what he had said funny at all. Your humours just seemed to work together perfectly, even if they were never quite what other people were expecting.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

After so many years as the best of friends, it was inevitable for the two of you to have some inside jokes. You surprised yourselves sometimes at just how many of those jokes you remembered, especially the ones that were years old from the very start of your friendship which was over a decade old.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

It was quite rare for Jinki to get jealous; he’d been your best friend for long enough to know that no one was going to be able to take his spot anyway. There were though times when Jinki would feel slightly unsettled around some of your friends, especially those were louder and more confident than he was, it was a habit of his that you were always able to pick up on as Jinki would turn particularly quiet.

K ⇴ KICKS

Jinki got a kick out of being the one to make you smile, especially when you were feeling down and not quite seeming like yourself. Although at times his jokes were cheesy and cliché, somehow, they always managed to find a way to tickle you, and when they did, Jinki got a great deal of satisfaction from it.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved that the two of you had stuck together through so much and never left one another’s sides. Although other friends had come and gone for Jinki, you were the one who always just seemed to be there, and most importantly, the friend that always got him too. You were inseparable, even when there was distance between you both, that didn’t stop you from texting as much as you could and staying in contact.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met on your very first day at the company when you joined as trainees. You clubbed together as you tried to make your way around the company, relying on each other for a friendly face as you tried to take everything in whilst also meeting all of trainees that were already there.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

After so many years in the industry, Jinki didn’t care who saw him being silly anymore, but there was always a little bit that he held back, and that bit was only ever really let go of when Jinki was around you.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Jinki was obsessed with your personality, after all it was that that drew him to you in the first place. You were someone that he had a feeling that he’d get along with, and that feeling was only ever proven right.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The moments that meant the most to Jinki were the moments when the two of you got to work together. If your groups were working at the same event, he’d love it, as you were able to be there to support him, whilst he’d also make sure to be in the front row when you and your group performed too.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He didn’t tend to confide in too many people, but you were definitely one of those few. When he wanted an opinion, it was you that Jinki would usually turn to as your advice never seemed to let him down.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Ever since the two of you started training, you kept a photo of the two of you together from your trainee days. When you found yourselves placed into your respective groups, you had less time together so you made yourselves a promise when you were younger that you’d remember each other, and it stuck too.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

Having your support meant a great deal to Jinki as you had been there since day one. You were the person that had seen every single high and low that he had been through, and so you understood exactly how he was feeling, and most importantly knew the things that he needed to hear to be confident on stage.

T ⇴ TRIPS

When there was a chance for some time off, Jinki loved to go away with you. You’d always go to the spots that one of you loved during a tour so that you could properly explore and see what you wanted to see.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

There was never anyone else that came close to being Jinki’s best friend, it was always you, there was never anyone else around.

V ⇴ VISITS

He loved to visit you when he had the time off and knew you had a schedule. Any chance that came around to support you, Jinki would take it up and make sure that you knew that he was cheering you on.

W ⇴ WISDOM

Giving you advice was something that Jinki always gave you, even if you didn’t want it, he’d like to be there to help you out when he could.

X ⇴ XXXX

The two of you weren’t exactly affectionate with one another, the most that you really did was hug one another. It was something that you never really did when you met, and that habit just seemed to carry on.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his number one, you had always been the top person for Jinki.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He loved having you at his apartment, especially when the two of you had a lot to talk about. It was much easier for you both when you knew you could just talk, or vent, and not worry about the time to head home.

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[xotaemintol]

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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[ideaofheaven]

— 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!

+++

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.

+++

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?

+++

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.

+++

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.

+++

"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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Request for Anon (Exs To Lovers With Idol!Taemin) 1.9k, exs to lovers au, idol au, idol reader, awkwardness, singing, tears, confessions, apologies, dancing (@starillusion13)

“Too young, too dumb to realize…”

Taemin perked up when he heard a familiar voice, looking around for the source. His manager noticed his confusion and gestured over to the TV. A music video was playing, and then he knew why he recognized the voice. It was yours, your beautiful voice and face on the screen. You were having a comeback. He didn’t keep up with your activities, but it seemed that this song had gone viral and was being played everywhere. His manager was about to change it, but he was okay with letting it play. It’s been a long while since he’s heard you sing.

“Shoulda gave you all my hours, when I had the chance…”

The video showed you going around with who seemed to be playing as your boyfriend. You were going on dates, but after a moment it would show you doing all these things alone. It was a bit amusing, given that this was all familiar to him. This was a heartbreak song after all. He understood the words, the meaning they held, and who it was meant for. He couldn’t help but wonder if your fans knew who this was about too. The older ones probably did, but the newer ones may not.

“Now I’ll never, never get to clean up the mess I made, and that haunts me every time I close my eyes…”

This song was one of your originals. Something you had probably been working on for years, and were only able to release it now. Your contract had been up for renewal recently, so you probably negotiated for this, and more. Although it made him wonder, if this song was going viral, was that a good thing or a bad thing.

“Although it hurts, I’ll be the first to say, I was wrong, I know I’m probably much too late to try and apologize for my mistakes but I just want you to know…”

Taemin was interrupted out of his thoughts when his stylist told him that they were done and he was ready to go. He finished dressing, glancing over at TV to see the end of it all. You had some flowers in your hand, walking in a garden when you spotted your ex-boyfriend with another. The flowers fell to the floor, the petals scattering in the wind.

“I hope she buys you flowers, I hope she holds your hand, gives you all her hours when she has the chance, takes you to every party ‘cause I remember how much you love to dance… do all the things I should’ve done, when I was with you… do all the things I should’ve done… when I was with you…”

🖤

“Taemin, are you alright?”

“Hm?”

“You seem a little bit out of it.”

“I’m fine…”

“It’s the video isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Anyone who knows anything about anything knows that song was about you.” His manager said. “Don’t know why she’s dragging this all up to the surface now but-

“I’m fine.”

“Taemin, I’m not asking cause I want to bring this up, but… one of your upcoming schedules is with her.”

“What?”

“It’s a variety show, and she was a last minute addition due to her song going viral. Your schedules never lined up back then, so this would be a first, but I understand if you don’t want to do it. There’s no problem canceling. More attention would be on her anyway.”

“I’m not canceling.”

“Taemin-”

“It’s all in the past anyway. I have no problem facing her.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. I can’t avoid her forever anyway, not in this industry.”

Taemin was trying to be strong, but he was nervous. He hadn’t seen you in so long he wasn’t sure what you’d be like. Upon arriving at the location he saw that his dressing room was right next to yours. He could hear his manager already making a fuss about it but he said nothing. That is until he walked in and found some flowers on the table. Taemin didn’t pay them any mind and began preparing for the show. He was a bit nervous whenever he heard a knock, expecting you, but it never was. He thought he’d see you before the show, but instead he saw you when he went to the stage. You were sitting next to each other.

“Hi, Taemin, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Yeah.”

The show went on as he expected. He had done many of these before. It was a bit strange to be here with you though, given that he never shared a stage with you. His gaze couldn’t help but linger on you, seeing you smile and laugh. You had gotten good at the whole idol business. After all the games and pranks everyone was winding down. That’s when the host asked you about your latest hit.

“I honestly never expected such a song from you.” The host admitted. “Even today, you’re so full of energy and joyful. How is it that you wrote such a heartbreaking song?”

“Ah, well, as you said, I’m usually so cheerful, and I wanted to do something different this time. I wanted to be honest and deep, especially with my fans. There’s more to me than just my smile.”

“Truly. Tell me, was there something, or someone, in mind while you wrote this? It really seems like this song comes from the heart.”

“It does. Honestly this song was written for someone, and I’m sure they know who they are.”

“Oh, are you really just gonna tease us like this?”

“I won’t say anything more about who I wrote this for.”

“Wow, it makes it all the more interesting. Speaking of, Taemin.”

“Hm?”

“The song is a bit similar to yours isn’t it? 2 Kids.”

“Ah, a bit. They’re both songs about heartbreak.” Taemin explained. “Although they’re in different stages. When I Was With You takes place at the end of the heartache, when one has moved on, leaving the other to reminisce about the past. We see our main character let go, expressing their regrets, and wishing their former lover the best. Whereas 2 Kids focuses on the beginning of heartbreak, still feeling the pain and full of regret for their actions, swimming in the what ifs of the relationship.”

“Wow, very insightful. So then how do you feel about y/n’s song? Do you think the intended party would like it?”

“I mean… I can feel the heart in it, the sincerity, so I would hope the recipient understands the other’s feelings, but I’m not so sure if it would end in forgiveness.”

Things shifted gears from there, trying to create a lighter atmosphere before the end of the show. You honestly don’t know how you kept your cool. To be fair there was plenty going on around you to distract yourself. Once done filming you chatted with some of the other stars there, getting many congratulations on your win. Taemin was nowhere to be seen, which you expected. You didn’t think he’d want to see you, especially after being forced to sit next to you, and answering questions about your song. After you spoke with everyone you went back to your dressing room, ready to get your things and get going.

“We were just two kids… too young and dumb…”

You were startled by finding Taemin in your dressing room. As soon as the initial shock passed you got a bit shy, lowering your gaze.

“Hi… how… how you been? Good I suppose, since you got great music and a successful career.”

“Congratulations on your comeback win.”

“Ta… thanks…”

“Hm…”

It was silent for a moment, a long while actually. All you knew was Taemin was sitting on the couch, but you could feel his gaze on you. This was probably your only chance to be honest, so you had to be.

“I’m sorry, Taemin.” You said nervously. “I don’t expect your forgiveness or anything, but I had to say it. I’m really sorry. I hope we’re not awkward in the future, and I’ll do my best not to bother you either.”

“Y/n.” There was a knock at the door. “We need to get going.”

“I’ll be out in a bit.” You bowed to Taemin. “It really was nice seeing you again.”

You went to grab your things when you suddenly heard a lock, looking back to see Taemin locking the door.

“Taemin-”

“What are you sorry for?”

“I…”

“Tell me honestly.”

You took a breath. “I’m sorry for all the miscommunication… for not realizing how much you needed me, and not treating you right. I was dumb, unsure of what we were, and instead of speaking to you about it I kept it a secret. As if I’d get the answer somehow. I was filled with doubts and that ate me up from the inside. You’re such a star, an incredible person on and off the stage, I couldn’t see myself standing by your side. I thought I was more of a burden to you than anything else. I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have been so scared to be honest with you, but instead I took the easy way out. I regret hurting you, and I’m sorry for everything I did.”

“If you could go back… would you change anything?”

“Yes… I’d do better by you… treat you better and be someone you could be proud of…”

You didn’t know when the tears had started falling. You didn’t want to cry in front of Taemin, not like this. You wanted to leave, but you could feel the pain in your chest, finally able to speak the truth. The tears blurred your vision and you tried to be quiet. You were so focused on yourself you didn’t notice Taemin stepping towards you, not until he reached for your hands, taking them in his and pulling you close. As you dried your tears your eyes met Taemin’s, seeing the bits of tears he was holding back too. Without  realizing you two started slow dancing, moving gently, side to side.

“Sing for me.” Taemin requested. “Your song.”

“… too young… too dumb… to realize… that I should’ve bought you flowers…”

“You don’t need to get me flowers.”

“… and held your hand…”

“Hold them tight.” Taemin pressed a kiss against your hand. “Like this.”

“… shoulda gave you all my hours… when I had the chance…”

“We’re both busy with our careers, but we can set time aside for each other. I don’t want you to stress yourself out.”

“… take you to every party… cause I remember how much you love to dance…”

“We don’t need parties, I just want to dance with you like this.”

You wound up resting your head against Taemin’s chest as you both moved together. Hearing his heartbeat, the soothing rhythm, it made a few more silent tears fall.

“I didn’t like your music video.”

“Huh?”

“It hurt to see you so happy and sad back to back. It was wrong.”

“Was it?”

“I never want to see you sad, and I want to be the reason you’re happy.”

‘Taemin…”

“Hm?”

“Can we… can we really try again?”

“What do you think?”

“I know better now, I won’t hide… and I have so many things I never did for you…”

“I’d like to try again too.” Taemin pressed a kiss against your head. “Do you still have my number?”

“Of course.”

“Call me.”

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Key: [F=Fluff, S=Smut/Suggestive, A=Angst, H=Humor, P=Platonic, T=Thriller]

Jinki/Onew

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Kibum/Key

Let Me See [S] - 0.0k - Your boss reads your dirty thoughts about him in the diary you left behind.

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Minho

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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.

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"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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Hi, fellow Shawols!

I know I haven't posted anything in over a year. I just want to say thank you for the lovely messages and I'm really happy you guys are enjoying my work. It's not perfect, but I'm honored to make some of you happy and give you comfort somehow. I really appreciate you guys.

Also, I'm happy to let you know that I'm currently working on a Taemin series. It's not all finished yet, but I'll be posting by chapter like I've normally done. I hope you'll look forward to it and enjoy it.

Thank you for being here.

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The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants) - JongTae Oneshot

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Pairing: Jonghyun x Taemin

Genre: explicit, fluff, roommates AU

Word Count: 6.7k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

Jonghyun, who once didn't like his roommate, now likes him a lot. A whole lot.

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The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants)

Jonghyun couldn’t afford the rent on his apartment anymore, which frustrated Jonghyun because it wasn’t what he planned on. He didn’t want to share his apartment; he picked that apartment, especially because he could afford the rent. However, his capitalist landlord struck him with the worst news a university student working one job could hear: his landlord wanted to increase his rent. This was typical of a landlord and it made Jonghyun resent them all; they were nothing but power hungry, money hungry bastards in his eyes. So he did what anyone would in that situation: he put up an advertisement for a roommate.

When Taemin and Jonghyun first met, Jonghyun didn’t believe that Taemin was old enough to be in university, let alone old enough to have a job to pay the rent. He nearly laughed at Taemin and walked out of the coffee shop. But unfortunately for him, Taemin was too cute to say no to. Also, he found out that Taemin was only a few years younger than him and he was an anthropology major. So they’ve been roommates for six months now and it's taken time for Jonghyun to get used to always having another person around because he loved solitude and found peace in it. Taemin never left the apartment, unless it was to go to university. But Taemin was also messy and it drove Jonghyun mad. Jonghyun was the type of person to clean up after himself; he’d do it right away. Taemin was the type of person who would wait for his mess to accumulate and then clean it up while making it look very painful, like he had never had to clean up after himself before. He was clumsy as well; Jonghyun didn't even know how many porcelains or glasses he’s had to help clean up and replace. 

In retrospect, he should of prepared himself for little things like this. But he didn’t. At least Taemin’s mum always sends side dishes for them to share and she, although he wouldn’t say it out loud, made the most delicious side dishes, better than his own mum. 

Taemin walked into the apartment after finishing his day at university in his—Jonghyun’s—black oversized sweater and joggers and greeted Jonghyun while he was cooking for them. Taemin placed his bag down on the kitchen table as he came up behind Jonghyun, looking over his shoulder and sniffing like a rabbit. “Smells good," he commented and Jonghyun laughed. Jonghyun had become used to Taemin and actually found him endearing in almost every way. His clumsiness that once irritated Jonghyun had now wormed its way into his heart and made Jonghyun want to help him, because now Jonghyun feels like he has to look after him, which he doesn’t mind at all. His mess now makes Jonghyun laugh and think about how fitting it is for Taemin, and his strange obsession with cereal, Jonghyun can deal with it all, he wants to deal with it all. Because it’s all Taemin. 

“Yeah?” Jonghyun turns around and ruffles Taemin’s hair and Taemin leans into his touch like a kitten. “You hungry?” Taemin hums and closes his eyes, moving his head to let him scratch more at the base of his nape, making Jonghyun’s heart flutter. Jonghyun realised his feelings towards Taemin weren’t just platonic three months after he moved in and ever since he acknowledged them, they’ve grown and consumed him. He's gotten over his awkward part but sometimes he still doesn’t know how to act around the other. Because Taemin does and says a lot of strange things that he doesn’t know makes Jonghyun’s heart beat at a stupid rate. Which wasn’t what he wanted. When he first put up the advertisement for a roommate, before Taemin came into his life, Jonghyun was devoted to his studies and had no interest in relationships whatsoever. But Taemin was too hard not to like—so cute, so ditsy. 

“How was Uni?” Jonghyun finds the words to make more conversation because he hasn’t heard Taemin’s voice all day and he misses it.

Taemin pulls away from Jonghyun’s touch and looks at him with wide eyes. “You know that second-year Kibum?” Taemin asks and yes, he does know Kibum; he’s younger than Jonghyun. While Jonghyun is in his last year of his bachelor's degree, Kibum is in his second and Taemin is in his first. Kibum is known by pretty much everyone in the university, or at least anyone with ears and eyes. Kibum is excessively loud in every way—his mouth, his fashion. But apart from all of that, he was the reason Jonghyun realised he was gay. He was the first man Jonghyun ever slept with, and now he’s worried about why Taemin has brought him up.

Cautiously, Jonghyun says, “Yeah, I know him.” 

“He won’t stop bothering me! I don’t even know what he wants.” Taemin states candidly, not giving him time to adjust, the words making Jonghyun freeze on the spot. He tries to concentrate on something that isn’t bubbling up inside him, because he is not jealous. 

“He probably just wants to talk,” Jonghyun says trying to sound as candid as Taemin just did. He isn’t lying, Kibum probably did just want to talk: whether it was the way Jonghyun wanted it to be or not. 

Taemin shrugs and brushes the subject under the rug like he didn’t just make Jonghyun the most jealous person in the world and walks over to the fridge, pulls out a bottle of water, downing it and then, when Jonghyun can’t take his eyes off him, Taemin winks playfully, “Do I have time to have a quick shower and get changed?” 

And Jonghyun’s heartbeat is driving him mad; he’s sure Taemin knows what he’s doing to his heart because how could he be that oblivious to his red face? “Yeah, sure, do that," he swallowed thickly, trying not to imagine Taemin in the shower. That's inappropriate. So is watching Taemin walk off and staring at his butt, Taemin doesn’t know any of it. He doesn’t know how Jonghyun’s heart craves him or how much he wants to be around him all the time. He doesn’t need to know either. 

Jonghyun busies himself with thoughts like how he needs to buy more eggs and stuff like don’t burn the carbonara because that wouldn’t be good, and he doesn’t have any more money to buy takeout if he fails because he spent it all already on takeouts, restaurants, and rent plus utilities. It’s that time of month when they have to make do with what's in the fridge, and they should really get out of the habit of spending all their money on takeouts and then living on whatever they have left but they are students. 

Taemin returns, hair wet, droplets of water down his neck, blue boxers, and a black hoodie. If Jonghyun thought his life couldn’t get any harder, he was wrong. He can’t just stare, but he wants to still look, so he makes the effort to start a conversation, “Nice shower?” 

Taemin nods and walks to the cupboard, grabbing two glasses and getting a bottle of merlot out of the wine holder, filling the two glasses and bending down, sticking his butt out so he can be eye level with the glasses so he can make sure they are the same. And Jonghyun tries not to look at his butt. “We're in our ‘WEED era’,” Taemin says it out of nowhere and catches Jonghyun by surprise so he turns around and mixes the pasta—like he definitely was just not looking at the other's arse—releasing its doneness. He starts dishing it up into two blue bowls, which are the most recent addition to their collection. What is a ‘WEED era’ and is Taemin taking drugs? Should Jonghyun be concerned? “What's a ‘WEED era’? And how are you sure I want to be involved?” Jonghyun asks; he doesn’t actually care if Taemin includes him. He wants to be included in everything Taemin does, even if it’s as stupid as joining him in a ‘weed era’.  

“Don’t lie, you want to join everything I’m doing." Taemin narrows his eyes, causing Jonghyun to gulp because, can Taemin read his mind? “It stands for ‘we enjoy every day’. I saw it on SNS but actually, it’s pretty cool. So I think I sound pretty cool if I say it. You should be happy I included you.” Taemin is such a nerd and Jonghyun loves it. He loves the way Taemin gets sassy and the way his nose scrunches. He loves the way Taemin puts him on a cliff and then pulls him off the edge but sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes Taemin would push him off the cliff. 

Jonghyun didn’t need to think about that; he needed to think about a reply to Taemin. He needs to come up with the right thing to say, something witty or something that doesn’t sound strained, “You’re such a nerd.” And Taemin scrunches his nose up at his reply; his reaction could have been worse. So that feels like a win for Jonghyun. Jonghyun takes the bowls, sits down, and waits for Taemin to join him.

“You like nerds, though.” Taemin gasps as he walks over to the table with the two wine glasses. “Maybe, oh my. Does that mean you like me?” Jonghyun can handle a lot of things Taemin throws his way but Taemin walking in his tiny boxers and accusing him of liking him is something that he never thought he’d have to handle. Struggling now Jonghyun doesn't know where to look so he settles on staring at his pasta. The most Jonghyun can get out is a throttled chuckle as he feels his ears heat up. Whatever happens, he is not going to admit to liking Taemin; no way will he; he’s not going to mess up their friendship. Feeling like he’s on a bed of hot coals he makes use of his hands, tries to swirl his pasta around his fork and shoves the bit he manages to get into his mouth.   

And Taemin sits down, placing the wine glasses in front of himself and Jonghyun, expectant eyes like a cat and if he had a tail, it would be swaying side to side. Objectively speaking, Jonghyun doesn’t even know if Taemin likes guys so maybe even if he said he did like him, Taemin wouldn’t even bat an eye. But what's the point if there's a slight chance everything could come crashing down? And maybe if he did take it the right way, what if Taemin felt uncomfortable and then he’d be awkward around Jonghyun and maybe he’d even move out? And Jonghyun needs to stop thinking. So he tries to push the thoughts aside and sinks deeper into his chair, drinking his wine and then sinking deeper. Watching Taemin’s plump lips part, a tiny sliver of his tongue pokes out and he takes the edge of his wine glass in between them. He watches as his Adams apple bobs as he swallows the red liquid and a drop collects at the bottom of his lip, making Jonghyun stretch out and swipe his thumb over it. Soft, warm, and pillowy. Jonghyun wishes he could just kiss him, just once. Someone having lips like Taemin should be a sin; there's no way anyone wouldn’t want to kiss them.

And maybe Jonghyun’s finger lingered for a second too long but when he removed it, his finger wasn't there long enough. He should probably say something, anything, like, “Shall we watch a movie after this?” Yeah, something like that. That was good.  

And Taemin makes Jonghyun go sublime as his foot runs down his shin and Jonghyun has to rethink his whole life because, what the fuck, that one touch should not be sending blood straight to his dick and it should not be making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Yeah, sure, I’d love to. But, just saying, I’m not sitting there for an hour while you pick.” Taemin needs to stop talking and let Jonghyun’s brain catch up because it is going to take him a while to reply because all he can see is an angel in front of him. 

Nevertheless, Jonghyun smiles and downs his wine and fills both of the glasses to the top, which, is really bad wine etiquette and he knows that. He’d like to get drunk enough to maybe sleep through the movie so he doesn’t have to think about how close Taemin will be, and he wishes Taemin would have mercy on his poor heart. “I’ll wash up then. You can pick the movie.” Jonghyun says, and he collects the bowls.

Jonghyun scrubs the bowls harsher than he should and the blue paint has chipped off—it doesn’t matter because Taemin will probably break them soon—but maybe if he scrubs them like this, he can distract himself from the thoughts swirling around his head that are so not appropriate. Maybe he can scrub away his feelings as well as his heart until they are just specks, like the specks of paint that are being washed down the drain. He hears Taemin hum in the living room, satisfied, and he knows that Taemin has found something, so he should hurry up and finish abusing the bowls, just like his feelings.

He walks into the living room, surrounded by the ambience of a single candle glowing on the coffee table. The room is dark and Taemin is sitting in the middle of the sofa, looking as pretty as a picture. Jonghyun wishes he could have him right there. He absolutely can't so he picks the spot furthest away from Taemin in the corner of the sofa and he curls his legs up so there is no chance of him accidentally touching Tamein and sending his mind into a spiral. Taemin reaches out to the coffee table grabs one of the glasses and hands it to Jonghyun and he must have brought them in when he was washing the bowls. Jonghyun has no limits on wine and he intends to drink as much as he can so he takes the glass from Taemin, their fingers brushing and sending chills down his spine. He’ll drink to that.  

The horror film Taemin chose feels like it's playing in the background for Jonghyun; he can’t stop staring at Taemin. It’s not Jonghyun’s fault Taemin is more interesting than the film and it’s also not his fault the wine has completely gone to his head. Well, maybe the last part is his fault; his alcohol tolerance is terrible and he drank the wine knowingly because of this. The atmosphere is so cozy and Jonghyun just wants to grab Taemin and pull him into his lap. He doesn’t know if he wants to kiss him and play with his hair or bend him over the sofa until he cries and his legs shake.

The film is over and the wine glasses are empty and if Taemin asks Jonghyun about what happened, he won’t have an answer. He watches as Taemin gets up from the sofa and makes his way to the kitchen out of his sight, so he gets a blanket to cover himself because the winter weather has crept in through their shitty windows that need reinsulating. Feet rushing, slapping, against the wooden floor makes Jonghyun look up in anticipation, slightly worried and slightly excited to just see Taemin again. A little dance in the doorway makes him laugh. Taemin stood there with another bottle of wine in his hand, looking very accomplished with himself. 

“Why are you hogging the blanket?” Taemin asks with a cute scowl on his face as he walks over and sits right next to Jonghyun, shuffling closer and pulling the blanket over him as well. “I got us more wine.”

“I can see that,” Jonghyun muses.

“Let’s watch another movie,” Taemin suggests, but Jonghyun doesn’t need to answer; Taemin will put one on anyway; he knows Jonghyun won’t go to sleep yet. Jonghyun watches as Taemin leans to get the wine glasses, and he catches a glimpse of Taemin's waist, soft and small, and he wants to grab it. He wonders what Taemin would do if he did; would he squirm? Would he laugh and push Jonghyun away, telling him it tickles? Or would he gasp in surprise? 

Taemin sits back down too fast for Jonghyun to even try and he hands Jonghyun his glass which is now full and snuggles into his side, his head resting on Jonghyun's shoulder. Without uttering anything, Jonghyun lifts his arm and moves Taemin’s head to his chest as he wraps his arm around Taemin’s waist, as he expected, cute and small. Taemin doesn't actually protest; instead, he does the exact opposite and nuzzles into Jonghyun’s chest. Jonghyun should probably have thought about this beforehand; Taemin will be able to hear his heart. And his heart is pounding at an astronomical rate; if Taemin asks, he’ll just blame it on the alcohol. Yeah. 

Throughout the film, Taemin slips further and further down Jonghyun’s chest and he is now on his thigh, one hand under it and the other on top, as if he doesn’t want Jonghyun to move. Jonghyun is not going to move because he can’t. He’s too busy thinking about not getting a boner. Taemin is so close to his dick and he could easily pull Jonghyun’s joggers down and suck his dick with his perfect lips and he’d look so amazing. Breathe. Jonghyun needs to breathe because Taemin is definitely not going to do that and getting a boner while Taemin’s head is right next to his dick would be so embarrassing and Taemin wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye for a week. Taemin does stuff like that; once he walked in on Jonghyun having a shower and he completely freaked out, hand over his eyes, face so red, and apologies spluttering out like quick fire, he couldn’t look Jonghyun in the eye for two weeks after that. And Jonghyun was the one who felt the worst; he hated Taemin avoiding eye contact. He didn’t realise how much he loved Taemin’s eyes and cute fast blinks until he was starved of them. So after that, Jonghyun tried his best to make sure nothing like that could ever happen again. Like now. He can’t get a boner. He can’t. He won’t.

Taemin needs to stop moving because Jonghyun is dying and when Taemin buries his head into Jonghyun’s lap and rubs his face against his thigh, like a cat, a cat that is making Jonghyun’s life so much harder and he should have worn boxers because Taemin just caught the shaft of his dick and forced a deep grunt out of him right from his dick. He’s so screwed. Taemin doesn’t seem embarrassed or perturbed, though. And what takes Jonghyun by surprise is when Taemin does it again, another grunt ripped from his throat. And his dick is now throbbing, half hard, and Taemin doesn’t seem to care. So Jonghyun presses Taemin’s neck down, he’s not sure what he’s doing, but Taemin has frozen, whether it’s from the pressure on the back of his neck or from the realisation of what he was just doing, “Taemin, what are you doing?” Shocked he manages to ask, shocked at how his own voice sounds to his ears. Breathlessly and rougher than it should as if he hadn’t drank water in three days, so he coughs a bit to try and get it back to normal and swallows.  

A whine comes out of Taemin’s mouth, so slutty that it goes straight to Jonghyun’s dick, twitching in his joggers. Stuck on what to do and head spinning, Jonghyun pulls Taemin up by his hair, earning him another noise that can’t quite be described half like a moan and half like a groan. Taemin should really stop making all these noises; they aren't doing Jonghyun any good and Jonghyun really needs to think straight. 

“Taemin, what are you doing?” He asks again with more authority in his voice because he is not going to screw this up and Taemin needs to be coherent for whatever he thinks he’s doing. 

Pink flushed cheeks and fluttering eyes Taemin says, “I want to help you.” All Jonghyun can think is, oh god, and fuck. Taemin looks so sweet but so sinful at the same time, his lips swollen as if he’s been worrying them, and his eyes half-lidded and clouded in a haze of lust. Jonghyun has to dig his heels into the sofa to ground himself. He's trying to think with his brain instead of his dick, but his brain isn’t working; it’s clouded by lust and wine.

“Taemin, what are you talking about?" He needs to get this right. There's no way this is actually happening. Taemin must just be confused, right?

Taemin gives him this look that goes straight to his stomach, only fueling the fire that Taemin started, and he feels caught out for whatever reason. And Jonghyun’s world is shattering and shaking, probably just as much as he is. "Please." There is no way he is actually begging Jonghyun. There is no way. “I know you think of me. I’ve heard you in the shower moaning my name, more than once. Just let me help you, please,” Taemin says in whiney, sultry tones dripping from his mouth.

Taemin doesn’t give Jonghyun time to reply before he palms Jonghyun’s dick through his joggers. Jonghyun’s head falls back and a moan is released from his mouth, submitting to pure hedonism; his mind is wiped blank and he struggles to breathe. He can’t even think about how embarrassed he is that Taemin heard him in the shower, not while Taemin is making him question why he waited so long for this to happen or why he didn’t just make a move on Taemin first, not while Taemin is mouthing his dick through his joggers, turning the light grey fabric to dark grey with his wet patches of saliva. The white heat spreading through his body—feeling something he’s craved for so long—feels like a dream. Not knowing what to do, Jonghyun gips the edge of the sofa, so tight, digging his nails into the poor leather as he tries not to levitate on the feeling as Taemin’s hand slips under his waistband, and when his fingers touch Jonghyun’s dick, his breath hitches. “Taemin.” Jonghyun doesn’t even know why he’s talking; it’s not like he has anything to say after that either. Maybe just to make sure it isn’t a dream and that Taemin is actually there. 

The look in Taemin’s eyes is so mischievous as he pulls the other's joggers down. When they get past his dick, his dick springs back up, slaps his stomach, and Taemin mewls at the sight, making Jonghyun feel crazy. Jonghyun can’t get enough of Taemin’s visuals; he can’t get over the way Taemin is licking his lips at the sight of him so when Taemin blows hot air on his dick, he hardly manages to keep his hips from thrusting up. He never thought Taemin would be such a tease or even be interested in him. 

Taemin doesn’t seem to care what he’s doing to Jonghyun’s mental state. He sits on Jonghyun’s thighs, looking a mix of angelic and demonic, because who thought Taemin would ever be like this? Jonghyun just marvels at Taemin; his thighs look so soft and feel so impossibly soft and warm on Jonghyun; his dick is hard; and there’s a wet patch forming on his blue boxers. It makes Jonghyun shiver at the thought that he has done that to Taemin. 

Taemin drags his finger up Jonghyun’s neck, leaving goosebumps trailing behind until he reaches his jaw and Jonghyun has to suppress a shiver. He stops grabbing Jonghyun’s jaw and smiles, warm and all teeth showing like they would if he smiled at him any other day. Jonghyun feels like he’s just been given whiplash. The seamless change from lust filled cockslut to cute and innocent is absolutely mind boggling to Jonghyun. “You’re so beautiful,” Taemin breathes out and that's the first time Jonghyun has ever been called beautiful. Sure, he’s been called handsome, charming, and other things, but never beautiful . It makes his heart swell and his face glow redder than it did before. If that is possible.

He opens his mouth to reply—he’s not sure what—but is cut off by a pair of warm lips. It takes more than a second for Jonghyun to reciprocate in shock that this is happening and how fast everything is going and when he does, Taemin moans into his mouth, forcing him to swallow the beautiful sounds as he rocks his hips forward, grinding onto Jonghyun’s naked dick. The feeling of Taemin’s warm clothed dick makes Jonghyun release a sound he didn’t think he could make—low, rough, and almost animalistic. With not even a drop of self control left, Jonghyun releases his hands from the sofa and explores Taemin's body, one hand going up his jumper, gabbing his waist soft and warm so tightly that Taemin yelps and the other grabbing his arse, fingers digging into his flesh. He needs something to hold onto; otherwise, he’s not sure what he’ll do.  

Jonghyun can hardly resist the urge to bend Taemin over and fuck him, but Taemin started this so he’s going to let Taemin do the leading. No matter how hard it is or how much Jonghyun wants to be in control. This is real and it is happening so Jonghyun takes the opportunity as best he can. Taemin bites down on Jonghyun’s lip, whimpering into his mouth as his hips continue grinding into him, giving him a mixture of pleasure and pain, and once again pulling a grunt from his lip, tongues now exploring each other's mouths, warm, wet, and everything he could ever want. Taemin's arms are now wrapping around Jonghyun’s neck, fingers playing with his short hair at his nape. Fiery passion into every mouth movement, lust and pent up feelings fueling it all, turning them into a beautiful mess of limbs. 

When Taemin moves away from Jonghyun, a string of spit hangs from his mouth as he bites his lip, so Jonghyun just has to lean out and wipe it with his thumb, only for Taemin to take it into his mouth, sucks it and roll his tongue over the pad of his thumb. So needy. Jonghyun is beyond repair now and he doesn’t think he will ever be able to stop replaying that moment in his head. Taemin crawls off the sofa with as much grace and elegance as one can and Jonghyun tries not to huff at the loss of Taemin but when he sees Taemin on his knees between his legs, it's enough for him to moan. Jonghyun has always been someone who loves visuals and Taemin is the epitome of a visual; he is adonis; he is art and poetry. Taemin takes Jonghyun into his hand and pumps at a disgustingly slow, mocking pace, making Jonghyun moan and throw his head back, half satisfied that he’s being touched but half desperately needing some more friction. If Taemin doesn’t stop looking at Jonghyun like that—so beautiful, so sinful, so lustful—he doesn’t know how much longer it will be until he grabs Taemin’s hand and fucks himself into it like a brat, and Jonghyun isn’t a brat. “Wow, you’ve got such a pretty dick,” Taemin says while looking at it, watching as it slides up and down in his hand Jonghyun moans in response. “I want to put it in my mouth.” Taemin expresses his thoughts.

Taemin can do whatever he wants. Normally, when having sex, Jonghyun is the one who's teasing and in control; however, today he’ll let Taemin have him any way he wants. “Do it,” is all that Jonghyun can say almost in a whisper; he’s never wanted anything so bad in his life and Taemin’s lips were made for dick sucking, perfect lips for a blowjob. So when Taemin finally wraps his lips around the head of Jonghyun’s cock so wet and so hot that he’s not sure who is moaning louder, the feeling of Taemin's moans vibrating on his dick makes him see white and he thursts up on instinct into Taemin’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat, making Taemin moan and roll his eyes back. Every noise that Jonghyun manages to drag from Taemin’s lips with his dick feels like a blessing and he wonders how much more vocal he’d be with his dick buried deep inside him, or even just one finger.

Taemin gets to work, like he’s done this a hundred times, a soft hand like velvet wrapping around the base of Jonghyun’s dick, going in tandem with his mouth. Submitting himself to Jonghyun’s dick as if it were oxygen. The visual is enough to make Jonghyun cum. Taemin looks so beautiful and so slutty. Cheeks and ears flushed, mouth stuffed full of cock, eyes looking up at Jonghyun through his eyelashes, fluttering and glazed with lust. The air in the room is so hot it could be the gates of hell. If Jonghyun wasn’t so indulged in the feeling of Taemin's mouth, he’d believe that he actually was there but right now he’s feeling like heaven. 

Taemin hollows his cheeks and pulls off with a pop, making Jonghyun moan so loudly that he’s nearly embarrassed but he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight as Taemin goes back down on him, using his tongue to swirl around the head and dragging it along all the veins. God. Jonghyun needs this to speed up; he’s been so close to tipping off the edge for what feels like forever so he grabs a fist full of Taemin’s hair and shoves him down, making Taemin practically wail. “So good. You’re so good,” he praises and Taemin releases a whimper and a shiver. Pride swims inside Jonghyun at the reaction and then he realises that Taemin wants to be praised. Taemin deserves all the praise in the world.

He lifts Taemin off by the hair so he can look at him. Taemin sobs at the loss of fullness in his mouth. Taemin is such a dream, so hungry for cock, so beautiful, and for a moment, Jonghyun is mesmerised; lips so swollen dribble down his chin, and he looks so fucked out already. He doesn’t want to imagine what he looks like if this is how fucked out Taemin already looks. 

“You look so pretty. Do you like your mouth full of cock?” He’s not looking for a reply but he definitely got one that was less verbal. Taemin latches back on, moans around his dick and increases his pace as his other hand comes forwards to cup the others' balls. He detaches himself from Jonghyun and presses wet kisses to his balls, licking and slightly sucking, while his other hand continues working up and down Jonghyun's length, making Jonghyun gasp in surprise. “So good,” Jonghyun is a babbling mess moaning out praises like a broken vending machine and the knot in Jonghyun’s stomach is close to releasing, he needs Taemin’s lips back around his dick before it snaps so he grabs Taemin's hair and moves him back to his cock. “Fuck Taemin,” Jonghyun moans, dick on fire, toes curling, hand curling tighter into Taemin’s hair, ready to pull him off for when he cums. But when Jonghyun nearly sees white and goes to pull him off Taemin resists; his hands haven't stopped and his mouth is still full but he slacks it slightly and mumbles around Jonghyun’s dick, “Cum in my mouth, please.” Okay. Taemin doesn’t have to ask Jonghyun twice. One hand grips the sofa as Taemin gets back to work again, cheeks hollowed, sucking at an insane pace, hands doing indescribable things. Jonghyun’s dick is hitting the back of Taemin’s throat over and over again, until he feels dizzy and euphoric. His mouth falls open in a silent gasp, his eyes rolling back and trying to keep them open and his head from going slack so he can watch as he fills Taemin’s mouth full of cum. 

“Fuck – I’m –” His grip in Taemin’s hair tightens, and Taemin’s hand strokes him quickly, up and down, up and down, lips tightening around him, tongue dancing in patterns, body tensing as he reaches his orgasm, hips bucking up, mind blank, white sparks appearing in front of his eyes as Taemin milks him, cum filling up Taemin’s mouth, a small bit dribbling down the corner of his mouth, his whole body contracting as little electric shocks tingle through him. His hands fall lifelessly, letting go of Taemin’s hair, and his body feels like the life has been sucked out of it. And when Taemin finally lets go of his dick and smiles up at him, he thinks he’s in heaven. Taemin gets off his knees and sits next to Jonghyun and Jonghyun can’t help but notice how much the wet patch on Taemin’s boxers has grown. He reaches out for Taemin and pulls him in for a kiss, not caring if he can taste himself; just so intoxicated by the miracle called Lee Taemin, nothing else matters. 

Once Jonghyun has caught his breath and fallen out of his daze, though every second he’s near Taemin feels like one, he moves his hand up Taemin’s thigh, pulling little noises out of him, wanting to bite and leave marks on his soft, pale skin. But before he can even take action on that thought, Taemin’s phone rings. 

Fuck. 

Taemin grabs it, looks at who's calling and gives Jonghyun a dejected smile, “It’s my mum… I should answer.” 

“Yeah… you should,” Jonghyun says as much as he wants Taemin all to himself. To hide him from the world. But he can’t do that, not from Taemin’s own mother. 

Taemin nods and walks out, takes the call, and Jonghyun is left to nurse his feelings as they have now swelled to double the size, taking over his body so much it might burst, but he would be happy with that as long as his last thoughts were Taemin. He can’t get the sweet sounds that fell from Taemin’s lips out of his head. He can’t help but think about what Taemin would sound like in other situations while Jonghun is giving and Taemin is receiving. The wine has mostly lost its effect and Jonghyun is just floating on pure ecstasy, floating in the afterglow Taemin has given him. 

Taemin is only gone for a few minutes and comes back in, looking sheepish. He smiles and sits back down next to Jonghyun, burying himself into his side, hiding his face in Jonghyun's shoulder and playing with his hands. “Is everything okay?” Jonghyun feels the need to ask, but he can’t help but look at Taemin with adoration, so shy and so cute and somehow he’s managed to curl up so small. 

“Yeah, my mum wants me to come over and help her with her computer tomorrow,” Taemin replies, still not looking Jonghyun in the eyes, pink ears peeking out from his hair. Jonghyun feels an itch in his fingers to stroke his hair so he lets his hand scratch Taemin’s head.

“Taemin.” Jonghyun starts but he’s not sure where to finish. There are so many things he wants to say and ask but he’s not sure how to.

Taemin looks at him now, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “You’re such a pervert,” Taemin says in a teasing manner, making Jonghyun’s mouth fall open in shock at the sudden accusation.

“What?” Jonghyun asks in utter confusion. Where did the shy little Taemin go? And what even is Taemin on about?

Taemin hums, satisfied with the reaction he got. “You wank off to the thought of me in the shower and thought I wouldn’t know? The walls are literally made of cardboard,” he smiles again, this time the teasing is wiped from his demeanour. “It’s okay, though. It’s hot and I wouldn’t have known you thought about me in that way if I hadn’t heard.” Now Taemin is blabbering his words.

Now it’s Jonghyun’s turn to be embarrassed, but it’s not like he can deny it because he has done that, more times than he is proud of. “I don’t only think of you that way, Taemin. I do actually really like you.” Jonghyun has now let out his feelings, feeling more naked than he did when Taemin was in between his legs. Taemin’s silence is slicing him up like glass and he waits to be turned down, have his heart crushed, and be laughed at. But Taemin would never laugh at him, right? Taemin isn’t like that.

“I like you too.” Jonghyun’s heart swells. “Maybe if you take me on a date and buy me food, I’ll let you fuck my arse,” Taemin replies nonchalantly and absolutely shamelessly, and Jonghyun nearly chokes.

As Jonghyun lets go of the breath he is holding, the laugh that escapes him is loud and sudden and ripples through his body. “Taemin, I already buy you food, and I’ll take you on a date anyway; you don’t need to bribe me,” Jonghyun says after he calms down from laughing. Jonghyun would love to take Taemin out on a date. It's not like he doesn’t take Taemin out for dinner all the time and pay for his food anyway. But if that is what Taemin wants, Jonghyun will give him anything. Everything. 

Taemin pouts, “You don’t want to fuck me?”

Of course, he wants to fuck Taemin. Why wouldn't he? If he didn’t, he’d have to be blind or crazy. He’s already crazy, though; just staring at Taemin makes his heart go crazy. “Of course I do! I just don’t need a bribe to take you out on a date.” Jonghyun splutters, stumbling over his words like an idiot, as his heart drops at Taemin’s statement.

A smug smile takes place on Taemin’s face, one that Jonghyun knows, one that says: I was just teasing you . Taemin gets as close as he can to Jonghyun and straddles his legs, looking at him deep in his eyes and Jonghyun swears he can see the world in the others. Two soft hands grab Jonghyun’s face and he’s met with two very soft, inviting lips. Although the kiss is only short, it’s sweet and carries weight. “Good, because if you didn’t say anything, I would have only let you take me out on a date, and you’d get no benefits after,” Taemin laughs, bubbly, hiccuping, and bright. Music to Jonghyun’s ears.

“I guess our date can’t be tomorrow then,” Jonghyun says with sadness lacing his voice a little upset that he can’t take Taemin out as soon as possible. He knows that Taemin can’t drop everything for him and he is being unreasonable getting upset about it. He can take Taemin out whenever he wants after tomorrow; it's only one extra day.

“What? Why?” Taemin asks as quickly as he can, leaning back a bit, and distancing himself from Jonghyun.

Jonghyun laughs at Taemin’s pouty face, completely in awe of him. He leans forward and circles his arms around Taemin’s waist. “You have to help your mum with her computer.” He reminds him.

Taemin now adds a frown to the mix, and he’s so devastatingly cute Jonghyun feels like he might burst. “Oh. Oh… well, can’t we go after I’m finished?” He questions and then his eyebrows pull deeper and deeper while waiting for Jonghyun to answer.

And how could Jonghyun possibly say no to Taemin? How could he ever deny Taemin? Instead of answering, he grabs his face and pulls him in for a long, sweet kiss. “Of course.” 

“Good, I would have sulked otherwise,” Taemin admits, beaming so brightly at Jonghyun.

“It’s not just because I want to fuck your arse, either.” Jonghyun jokes, and they both look at each other once again and laugh. Jonghyun is feeling incredibly warm as feelings bubble up in his stomach. Maybe nerves but all he knows is that he gets to take Taemin out on a date tomorrow. So he’s happy with whatever feelings come because he’s got Taemin.

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Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it. 

Everyone have a lovely day, Orgel 🌸

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Pretended To Be Lovers - Onew / Lee Jinki

A42— “We were just pretending to be lovers, but I’m not pretending anymore… I need to know if you feel the same way.”

Warnings: AU, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, cliche ending.

W/C: 1.1K

You sat at the event looking at everyone, after today you and Jinki would split ways after fooling his family members into thinking he had a partner and wouldn’t come to the event alone, it had dragged on for months and during those few months you had mangled to fall in love with you and at some point, your words held truth in them when you spoke lovingly towards him, but he never knew, or if he did, he never said anything, the evening was coming to an end, and you would be leaning soon.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks, sitting down next to you, you nod your head, giving him a small smile, he could see the sadness behind it, the sadness drifting around in your eyes.

“Yes, I’m okay,” You say, he slowly nods his head and leans closer to you, his hand pressing against your knee. “When can we leave, I’m feeling a little tired from the day's events.”

“Y/n… you don’t need to lie to me,” He whispers. “I can tell something’s not right,” You bite the inside of your cheeks. “So, we can go… and then we can talk about what’s bothering you, okay?” You nod your head, and stand from your chair, he follows and hooks his arm with yours, you go around, saying your farewells to everyone before exiting the venue and making your way to his car, he opens the car door for you, and you climb in, he closes the door, and he makes his way around the car. “What’s wrong?” He closes his door and puts the key into the ignition.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” You softly ask, your voice almost cracking as you spoke, you put your safety on, avoiding looking at him, you hear him click his safety into place.

“I did, did you have fun tonight?” He asks, you could feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

“I… I didn’t mean just tonight, Jinki,” You whisper, keeping your head low. “I meant the last few months,” He begins driving, not wanting anyone to see or hear your conversation, it was between you and him, not anyone else, whatever this was, it was between the two of you, not anyone else.

“I did… everything we did… all the memories,” He says. “It was all fun, even if it was pretended,” You nod your head, feeling tears brimming in your eyes, all pretend, everything was pretend, except the last few weeks… you weren’t pretending anymore, the ride slowly became quiet after that, he didn’t want to push, but he wanted answers, as you neared your apartment, you start to build up the courage.

“You know… we might have… we were just pretending to be lovers,” You begin to say, lifting your head to look at him, he stops in front of your apartment building and turns his head to look at you. “But I’m not pretending anymore…” Your fingers dig into the fabric of your clothes, twisting it between your fingers. “I need to know if you feel the same way.” You held your gaze with him, and you waited and waited until you couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Forget I said anything, enjoy your birthday in a few hours, Jinki,” You open the door and climb out, you begin making your way towards the front door of the building, for your hand to be grabbed and you to be turned around, your other hand comes down on his chest, and you look up at him with eyes wide open. “Ji—”

“No… no, I’m not letting you go like that,” He says. “I’m not letting us split apart like this, not when you don’t know my feelings either,” His words were almost rushed as he spoke, you could hear the emotion behind them. “The last few weeks, they were different, I know you felt them also… otherwise you wouldn’t have said what you said, I felt it also… the pretending all vanished, our actions… became genuine,” You could hear his voice almost cracking, his eyes held so much emotion in them as he spoke. “And right now, I refuse to let you go up there, thinking I don’t feel anything in return, that I pretended that everything between us… was all for show when the last few weeks weren’t.” His other hand moves over yours, moving it over his heart. “Do you feel that?” You could feel how fast his heart was beating. “That… that is me confessing to you that I’m scared of losing you, scared to let you go after all these months and that I want to make us officially official,” You take in a shaky breath, your own heart beating faster.

“Jinki…” You whisper, you could feel the tears that had brimmed your eyes starting to slip from you.

“I’m not ready to let this end, I want to spend my birthday with you, I want to spend Christmas with you, I want to spend New Year with you, I want to spend many years with you, Y/n…” He says, you watch a tear slip from his eyes and down his cheek. “I’m not leaving tonight… I want to spend my time with you tonight, I want to be here, I want you in my arms,” You slowly nod your head, taking in a gasp of air.

“Then ask me out… properly,” You whisper, he smiles, even through the tears, the emotions in his eyes shift to something else.

“Do you want to officially go out with me, Y/n?” He asks. “I promise to be better than the pretend boyfriend I was,” You chuckle, moving your hand he was holding onto to your cheeks, wiping the tears from your cheeks, his thumbs quickly join in, clearing your cheeks. “I’ll while your tears for you as well.”

“Jinki…” You whisper, you move your hand to his cheek, whipping the tear on his cheeks. “I’ll do the same,” He chuckles and leans forward. “Yes… I want to officially go out with you,” He smiles and leans closer to you, he tilts his head slightly and brushes his lips against yours, your eyes shut as you lean into the kiss, your first real kiss with him, not one that felt forced, or play pretend, this… this was real/

As the clock ticks down to midnight, you were both laying in your bed, you were cuddled up to him and his arm wrapped around you, you glance at the clock before climbing over him and straddling his waist, he opens his eyes to look up at you, his hands reaching out to you, only for you to grab them and pin them down to the bed, you lean over him, your noses touching, your eyes catch sight of the clock striking midnight.

“Happy Birthday, Jinki,” You whisper, his smile widens, and he tilts his head slightly, pressing his lips against yours,

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loved the onewe love languages post! So cute <3 one of my favorite things you write is the 'them hearing you talk lovingly about them' thing and I've noticed you don't have that for the onewe boys would you consider writing it? no pressure ofc 🫶🏼

thank you, i'm glad you liked it!! and ofc, i really love writing for onewe so any request is welcomed! ♡

onewe + when they overhear you talking lovingly about them

Yonghoon ❧ He, of course, knows you love him or he wouldn’t be in a relationship with you. It’s not like he’s insecure about the relationship either, but he sometimes has his moments. He just craves reassurance. And you always give it to him. At the same time, though, he never expected this. You’re never shy to express your love for him in front of others or when you’re alone, but still he wouldn’t ever imagine he’ll get to hear you gushing over him to someone while he’s not even there. He’s biting back his smile but slowly, as you talk more and more and your voice keeps dropping lower like you’re afraid it’d ruin things if you talked about them too loud, slowly his smile melts and his eyes water. He doesn’t want to cry, but he's an emotional guy and how could he not? He gives it a couple minutes before he walks into the room you’re in and his mind is swirling with words he’d love to tell you but he can’t. He can’t. When you turn to look at him and immediately rush to him to check that he’s alright, Yonghoon can’t say anything but i love you before he’s pulling you close and kissing you. He repeats the three words so much between kisses, and it seems to be the only thing he’s able to say for hours afterwards, that you’re fully expecting him to say he’s either dying or killed someone. He uses the confession instead of a period at the end of his sentences. He clings to you. No words can describe what he’s feeling so he just keeps stating the facts - he loves you.

Harin ❧ He’s always hoped that your family would approve of him. It’s already a dream come true when he sees how fond of him they are, so excuse him if he’s more than a little taken aback when he hears your relative pointing out what they noticed about him and you excitedly filling them in on more, bragging about your boyfriend without being aware of the heart attack you’re about to give him. He can hear the affection in your voice, can feel the appreciation, and he basks in it. There’s blush painting his skin for sure but his head is full of marriage thoughts and nothing else and he simply can’t care if he’s a little flushed. He manages to keep his cool, somehow, and if he’s a little more affectionate when he joins you again, you only seem to welcome it. The subtle yet noticeable change only comes back home. It takes you a while to notice and put a finger on what exactly happened, but the best you can do is to describe it as Harin getting more comfortable - taking you for granted but in the sense of being comforted by you being his, reassured by your constant presence in his life. He seems somehow happier when he can help you with chores, he settles into the domestic life so well it gives you butterflies just seeing him help you cut the veggies for dinner. Now it’s you who’s got wedding bells ringing in your head. He never mentions that he heard you, but slowly, day by day, he’s trying to get better at telling you how he feels. Like he even needs to when his love is so obvious in how he cares for you.

Kanghyun ❧ How is he supposed to cope? How is he supposed to process the feelings he’s feeling? His usual tactic, dismiss and deny, won’t help here, not in the face of you. It’s all his fault that he overheard and got concerned, he should’ve known you wouldn’t talk about anyone else but him that way. So why is it so hard to process? Some part of him wants to escape, and another wants to run to you and hug you. He can’t laugh this off just because he’s shy and embarrassed. He wouldn’t do that to your love. He decides to pretend like he didn’t hear anything. But can he? He’s not confident from the start and the rest of his confidence shatters quickly the moment you come up to him and engage in conversation. It’s so awkward that he can’t say anything - he keeps getting lost in your eyes or in his own mind, replaying memories of the sweet things he heard you say. You call him out on it, first worried about him, then worried you’ve done something wrong. He can’t have that. Not when you did everything right. So he sucks in a breath, but even so his words are barely above whisper. How can you say all that and then just… Just what? Keep loving him? He doesn’t know himself how to finish his sentence but he knows he hates the look of uncertainty on your face. So he pulls you closer and presses his lips against your forehead with a quiet thank you. He makes a promise to make it up to you. His songs are already about you anyway. A couple and maybe you’ll realize it too.

Dongmyeong ❧ At first he firmly believes it’s a prank. It must be, right? One of those wholesome ones he’s seen, because he knows you wouldn’t risk hurting his feelings on purpose. It makes him feel all mushy inside, even as he tries to calm down his excitement. But if it’s a prank, then you wouldn’t jump in fright and nearly drop your phone - the phone you mumble rushed apologies into before ending the call… And you wouldn’t try to run away… His cheeks turn scarlet while he laughs and holds you tighter, forbidding you from running away from him. The butterflies are wreaking havoc in his stomach, so much it’s almost making him sick but he’s so happy that it’s worth it and you look so embarrassed at being caught. He hugs you, showers you with sweet nothings and his own love confessions, and he gets shy himself in the process. But he can’t fret much, can’t be worried when he’s hugging you, and you’re hugging him, and you giggle and shake your head and he knows there’s no need to be embarrassed. You’re just a couple in love, and that’s beautiful. You squeeze him, and he squeezes you too, rubs your back just to help you calm your emotions - and to collect himself too. He feels like he’ll burst but you’re grounding him. More so when you kiss him. And maybe you take too much joy in seeing him as flustered as you are when he leans his forehead against yours. Who knows what sounds more genuine - if a simple i love you or the earlier confessions you exchanged, even if you didn’t mean to.

Giuk ❧ He thrives on your love. He’s a sucker for any affection you show him. But what he’s hearing might be a little too much. His mind is in overload - his heart is in overload, and he wants to tear it out of his chest so it’s not beating so loud in his ears and he can hear more of you. He’s pretty sure he’s ready to pass out. He can’t move. And he’s so out of it he doesn’t notice when you get quiet and emerge from your room. It takes a while for him to understand what you’re saying, and even longer to answer you. He melts further when you get concerned and drag him on the bed to lie down. He pulls you right down with him. He wants to talk. Just talk. About anything. He wants to be close to you, and you seem as eager to be with him. His heart skips a beat when he realizes that you don’t let go of his hand. Somehow the conversation gets crazy - dreams get shared, you plan the mansion you’ll have in the future together, all the pets you’ll have, what his studio will look like, the guest bedrooms for all your friends. He wants to give that to you. He wants to protect you. He wants to have you, always. In that moment he decides he doesn’t need to say anything, even though he will - because if he felt so giddy hearing you, he can’t stop imagining how happy you would be if you heard him talk about you like that. But what’s more important is that he will work hard so that he can bring you the stars from sky if that’s what you ask for.

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Kisses With SHINee ~ SHINee Headcanon

Onew:

Jinki is the type of kisser who will always try and bring a smile to your face whenever he’s kissing you

Quite often you can feel his smile whenever he kisses you too as he can’t help but just get excited

His favourite place to kiss is against your cheek, with bonus points for Jinki if he manages to catch the corner of your mouth too

He loves the comfort of being around you and being affectionate, it makes his heart incredibly warm

Whenever you’re not smiling, Jinki will be there trying to kiss the smile back onto your face again

If he’s struggling to find the words they’ll usually be a kiss placed from him to try and express himself

One of your favourite things is how shy Jinki becomes though when he’s affectionate around others

There’s a mutual understanding when it comes to kisses that the two of you both greatly value

Key:

Kibum is the type of kisser who will always be dramatic and try his best to get a laugh out of you

Almost every time he kisses you there’s a loud pop when he kisses you to make sure that you know he’s there

His favourite place to kiss you is against your jaw as Kibum knows it's your most ticklish spot to be kissed on

He loves the simplicity of kisses and how they can go a long way to making the two of you smile

Every morning you’re greeted by a kiss from Kibum, it’s the first thing he always does as his morning routine

One of the things you love to try and do is make him go shy when you kiss him and leave him speechless

He’s definitely not afraid to kiss you in public, Kibum isn’t afraid of showing off his relationship with you

A kiss from Kibum will always brighten your day, he always knows how to kiss you how you want to be kissed

Minho:

Minho is the type of kisser who will protect you and make sure that you know that you’re not alone

He’s never one to shy away from the chance to kiss you either, Minho will take every opportunity he gets

His favourite place to kiss you is against the top of your head so that he can bundle you up in his arms

He loves the romance, very rarely will you be kissed by Minho without being swept off your feet first

One of the things he can always tell is when you’re down, and to cheer you up, a kiss will surely follow

Quite often sneaky kisses will appear from behind you, with Minho snaking his arms around your waist

There’s a time and a place for kissing you in public as far as Minho is concerned, he never makes a big deal

If there’s one thing that can be guaranteed from Minho with kisses, it’s that he’s the perfect gentleman

Taemin:

Taemin is the type of kisser who will get shy around you, kissing you properly makes him very giddy

Kisses remind Taemin that he’s with you, something that he often struggles to truly believe

His favourite place to kiss you is against the tip of your nose, as he loves when you kiss him there too

He loves the intimacy that can often come with kisses as it manages to bring you both closer together

One thing that you often let Taemin know with a kiss is that you’re proud or that you’re impressed with him

No other kiss means as much to him as a reunion kiss though, especially when you’ve been apart for a while

Kissing you around others is very rare for Taemin, mostly as he knows it makes him vulnerable for a teasing

The feeling after a kiss is a particular favourite part for Taemin too when he can feel the kiss lingering

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5HINee MOST LIKELY TO (NSFW)

Writers block is beating my ass rn, I have requests that I can't finish and prompts I want to do but can't, so till it passes l'II at least post things like this to stay active.

PRONOUNS USED: None//fem implied

TWS: Sub!idol, Dom!idol, sub!reader, dom!reader,overstimulation, pet play, oral (m/f receiving), pegging, daddy/mommy kink, bondage, S&M, cuckhold, and dirty talk.

MINHO 9.8/10

Despite being the jealous type he enjoys watching, he mostly likes watching you getting eaten out rather than you fucking someone else, something about seeing one of the members head between your thighs and your eyes rolling back always makes him so excited.

He first tried this with Kibum, you were tied up to the bed frame and blindfolded, your legs were wide opened and you were completely exposed to the two men as you wiggled around and waited for their next move. You weren't expecting to feel a mouth against you and you especially weren't expecting for it to be Kibums, but you weren't against it. The messy sounds of Kibum eating you out made Minho feel so turned on, the way your body spasmed and how your legs trembled made Minho wonder how long you wanted to do something like this, your begging and whining making his breathing heavier and his body hotter.

"…Oh god!" You had screamed so loudly, struggling against the restrictions of the handcuffs that dug into your wrists as you tried to escape the pleasures of Kibums tongue. You could feel Minho's eyes on you as Kibum ate you out, the feeling made you feel so dirty but so pleased. "Does it feel good baby? Is he pleasing you?" You nodded at Minho's question, desperately wanting to look at him as you answered.

TAEMIN 8.3/10

While he usually portrays a more possessive and jealous persona, Taemin loves it when you punish him by doing something like this, he's a slut for all things lustful in life and the filthier the better. He's full game to watch you get on your knees and let one of his members fuck your face, and matter of fact, he likes it even more when you tell him to touch himself while he watches.

It first started with Jonghyun, Taemin had been a brat for days now and you kept letting him get away with it but you were fed up and decided that you'd need to show him that if he didn't behave then he wouldn't get his way. You had pulled Jonghyun's hand leading him into your bedroom with Taemin sitting on the bed, telling him to sit there and look pretty as Taemin sat anxiously biting his lip as he watched. The way your hips looked as you rolled them against Jonghyun made the slight erection in his pants grow faster than what he'd like to admit, he watched with heavy eyes as you slowly undressed him and kissed all over his neck and shoulders, pressing your butt against his crotch and glancing back at him with sharp eyes. Taemins whole body felt hot and when Jonghyun started to touch you too, he was dying to join, but the moment he stood up you told him to sit back down and watch, so he did.

The way you slowly got on your knees and removed the last of Jonghyun's clothes made Taemin's hands sweat, even seeing your pretty lips wrap around the head of his dick made him whimper as if he could feel it himself. And the way Jonghyun grabbed your hair and began guiding your head left him shamelessly touching himself as he waited for his turn.

JONGHYUN 7.1/10

He was a little more hesitant but when he thought more about it he decided to give it a try and now, he doesn't mind seeing you being kissed or groped by someone else, especially when it's one of the members.

The first time he tried it was with Taemin, the three of you were sat on his couch and Taemin's hand was in your shirt as he kissed you. But Jonghyun didn't just sit and watch, he'd rather play too, so as Taemin's tongue went inside of your mouth he kissed the side of your neck, the way you moaned into Tamins mouth and put your hand in his hair made him bite his lip. He stopped for a moment to watch a little more, encouraging Taemin not to hold back as you lean in closer. The moment Taemin stopped holding back you were sitting on his lap, his hands all over your body as he kissed you till your lips were sore and your underwear was soaked, for a moment Jonghyun thought about letting you have them both, the way you gripped Taemin's shoulders told him how much you were enjoying yourself and as he was opening up to the idea.

When you had both slipped off your pants Jonghyun positioned you so that Taemin was behind you and that you were on top of him, the three of you playfully grinding against each other as Taemin kissed the back of your neck, the tension was getting heavier and it was becoming clearer that the night would end with both of them inside of you.

KIBUM 7/10

I know I'm rating him lower, but I think he's just as into it as Jonghyun actually. He enjoys when you tie him up to a chair and force him to watch you ride one of them, he didn't expect to enjoy it at first but being completely stripped naked and forced to watch makes him so painfully horny.

Jinki was happy to fill the spot of a third, you had come to him about it with Kibum and you were originally asking for advice on if it was a good idea or not, neither of you expected for him to volunteer to try it with you but you were both happy to accept. So you led both the men to your bedroom and with the help of Jinki, after stripping Kibum down you tied him to the bed and kissed him. For a while you and Jink were only playfully touching, slowly building up before you got on your knees and started to suck his dick, reacting right away Jink threw his head back and cursed softly, his eyes closed as he put his hand in your head and forced your head down. Kibum watched with his cock twitching between his thighs, biting his lip so hard that it was turning red, he wanted to touch you so bad and the sound of Jinki's voice as he praised you made that desire worse. It didn't take too long for him to be squirming against the restraints, the way you looked at him and degraded him made him whine.

"Please.." As Kibum watched Jinki bend you over on the bed beside him his desperation became too much, his needy expression was so pretty and as Jinki pressed himself against you with his hands holding your hips in place you giggled, reaching and touching Kibums thigh gently. you had decided that this was enough torture for now.

JINKI 5.1/10

If it pleases you then he'll allow it, but he'll only allow so much, surprisingly he's a lot more possessive than he looks, rather, he just doesn't like the idea of sharing as much, but if it's what you really want then he'll do it.

He had let you pick and your choice was Minho, he expected it and didn't ask why, he just agreed. His eyes watched carefully, he sat back with his legs spread. He was still fully dressed as the two of you hungrily kissed, he paid close attention to the way your hands explored Minho's body and nodded his head every time you looked at him for approval when you wanted to explore more. When Minho had led you to get on your knees you looked back at your husband, biting your lip as you pleaded with your eyes for a yes, of course, he let you, telling you that you didn't have to ask if it was what you wanted and telling you to make sure you did a good job for him.The way he spoke to you made sucking Minho's dick so much more exciting, you could feel him watching you as you slowly licked up the shaft of his cock and put your hands on his muscular thighs, the feeling made you unbelievably wet, and as you felt yourself becoming more excited you stopped and asked him for permission.

"I've let you do enough haven't I?" But he didn't let you suffer for long, instructing you to get on the bed he gets behind you as Minho gets in front of you. The feeling of Jinki fucking you as Minho pulled your hair and fucked your face made your whole body tremble."This was what you wanted?" As Jinki leaned down to your ear your walls throbbed around him, clamping onto him tightly as your moans are muffled by Minho's cock. "Do you like being fucked like a dirty slut baby? Does my pretty girl like being fucked from both ends like this?"

Most likely to be Whiny During Sex

TAEMIN 20/10

Pegging

It doesn't matter what role he's playing, a sub, bratty sub, power sub, soft dom, service dom, whatever the role he plays he's always so whiny during sex. Even when he doesn't start off that way, he always becomes so broken when you fuck him, especially if you overstimulate him, ruin his orgasms, or peg him. He'll get so whiny and it always sounds so pretty.

Taemin gasped, biting his kiss bruised lip as the head of your strap on brushed against his prostate, his sensitive cock already throbbing and leaking shiny ropes of precum as his back arched. "So pretty. You teased, your hands caressed his hips before you slowly ran your fingers through his hair and pulled harshly, a loud moan left his pillowy lips and he called out your name, his voice cracking as you started to fuck him faster. "s-so...so good.." You could hear him starting to break, the way his voice faded as you let go of his hair told you that he was enjoying himself. "Is it that good baby?" You asked, pushing his head down into the pillows you pressed your body against his firmly, angling your hips against him as you pushed him forward.

The slight change in position made his head spin, it felt like he was going to melt and when you reached down between his legs and started stroking his cock at the same pace he had lost it. Moaning loudly as he pushed back into you and whimpering as he became sensitive.

KIBUM 10/10

• Oral

Kibum is vocal no matter what he's doing. Dom or sub Kibum is going to let you know how he feels, what he likes, where he likes it, and how good it is.But he only gets whiny when he's subbing, especially when you're giving him head. Even when hes trying not to, he can't help but break every time he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Baby.. Kibums low voice trembled and his body quivered as he looked down at you, the feeling of your tongue teasing his cock made his head feel empty. "Don't tease me all night, l've been a good boy for you haven't I?" As you look up at him he trembles and grips the pillow behind his head tighter, he can't tell what you'll do next—the desire to feel your tongue against the head of his cock again clouds his brain so much that he couldn't guess if you wanted him to. "If you're such a good boy, why are you being so impatient?" As your hand slides up his thigh he whimpers and closes his eyes, it pains him to beg like this but he can't help it. "P-Please ma'am, please don't- a…..ah..” Finally when he feels your soft lips wrap around the head of his cock he's silenced by his pleasure.

As you slowly take him deeper he moans louder, his head leaned back against the pillows as he struggles not to move his hips. Every desperate cry that leaves his pretty lips pushes you to please him further, and the deeper you take him the louder he becomes. "God…..oh God!" He cries out, "Y/N! You...please... fuck, please let me cum in your mouth, please?" Kibum looks down at you, his eyes wet with desire and lust as he pleads with you. But he's given no response—not that he could complain with your tongue ruthlessly sliding across the slit of his pretty cock. His hips shuddered as he looked away and his toes curled, he could only manage gentle, raspy cries of your name that were too pretty to be ignored.

JONGHYUN 10/10

•grinding/foreplay

Jonghyun is very vocal in bed no matter what since he's usually praising you or guiding you, he often talks you through orgasms so it's not new for him to be vocal. But whiny…..Jonghyun only gets whiny when he's been waiting all day. When he hasn't seen you in about two days and only got a few kisses before leaving, that's when he becomes a mess. During foreplay he won't be able to keep himself from huffing and moaning, just kissing you has him losing his mind and when he starts grinding against you he can't help but become desperate.

The room felt hot, the air was thick and the lights were still on. Jonghyun hadn't even stopped to close the door, he needed to get his hands on you as soon as possible and he wasn't going to waste another second trying to set the mood. The mood was set the moment you told him how badly you wanted him, you should've expected your clothes to be on the floor the moment he got in. The way his hands restlessly touched you and stripped your clothes away told you how tonight would go, those two days away from you was enough to make him feel unbearably impatient.

"Did you miss me baby?" He asked in a shaky voice, his hips moved slowly against you. Your legs spread and pushed back as his cock slowly dragged up and down between vour lips, every time the head of his length bumped your clit you shivered. It felt so heavy, precum leaks from him and your love wets him even more. "Mhm…so...much." Your breathing became heavier, you were becoming so desperate for him and he felt the same about you. His quiet moans were becoming shaky and with every thrust he became slightly louder, going faster as he looked down between your body's to watch. "So...hmmm…..so pretty, you're so pretty..." As he continued to speak his voice cracks, he wanted to be inside of you so badly but knew that a little anticipation would make sliding into you feel heavenly. "F…Fuck..”

MINHO 9/10

During sex/penetration

When Minho gets really riled up, when he's so impatient, when he's been waiting for hours to feel you—that’s when he gets whiny. He's always vocal, usually it’s because he leads 80% of the time, but also because he knows you like it. Whatever it takes to get you off he'll do, but luckily; being vocal in bed comes naturally for him. But he's the most vocal when he's inside of you, especially when he's been waiting for hours to fuck you. He's not afraid to admit that he enjoys when you make him wait, something about the way you respond to him being brought to his knees and desperately pleading with you turns him on so much.

As he slid inside of you he shuddered, his bottom lip quivered from the feeling of you—your walls felt so hot, so wet and tight that he could cry. The soft pulsing of your warmth was so intense and his cock felt so sensitive, he thought he'd burst before getting all the way inside of you and the look of pure bliss in your face as every inch of him slowly disappeared inside of you made him tremble. His breathing became just as shaky as his body as he finally bottoms out inside of you—he could feel your excitement pooling and dripping as he paused to breathe. But even stopping for a second couldn't save him.

As you looked up at him with lustful eyes and a needy expression he softly cursed and waited for your next command. "Ming..baby, fuck me," You said breathlessly, "Fuck me baby, fuck me." Your desperate orders made him whimper as he nodded his empty, and his eyebrows knotted together as he began to slowly withdraw his cock from you, watching every inch come out as he bit his lip and gripped the pillow underneath your hips. "..F...Fuck..” His soft whimper made you throb, his voice cracked just a little as he paused and looked back at you. "You..You're so pretty Y/N, fuck you're so pretty…so fucking pretty." Finally he begins to move again, his slow thrusts turn into lust filled rutting as he whimpers and moans in your ear; chanting over and over again that you're so fucking pretty.

JINKI 7/10

Mutual/simultaneous masturbating

Jinki isn't as vocal as the others but that doesn't mean he's silent, he likes using his voice to guide you or to tell you when you're doing a good job but you had proposed the idea of mutual masturbation and he couldn't really tell where to use his voice during this type of play. Of course, he knew he could easily praise you and tell you what to do but he's well aware that you know what you're doing—but his concern was easily put to rest when you suggested that he just go with the flow. And when he did he seemed to be just as vocal as he is when he's fucking you, maybe watching you touch yourself to the sight of him was what turned him on so much; or maybe it was you watching him get off to you.

As you rubbed quick circles against your clit Jinki watched with his lip trapped between his teeth, you looks so sexy like this. The sight of your hand between your thighs and your pretty pussy dripping as you watched him made him feel so feral—he did his best to match his pace with yours, but when you slid your fingers down to your entrance he couldn't help himself anymore. As he began fucking his fist Jinki watched you with hungry eyes, the way your hands explored every inch of your body; and the way your body shivered when you caressed yourself made him weak in the knees. He wanted you so bad.

Without thinking about it Jinki stood up as he decided that watching wasn't enough for him. He had to get you off and be inside of you; but you stopped him before he could reach you and said; “What are you doing baby? You're supposed to be watching...” A soft whine left his lips as you grinned and motioned for him to sit down in front of you, with your legs wide you pointed to the floor in front of you and bit your lip. "Or do you want a closer look?" Feeling impatient but willing, Jinki sat down in front of you. You were both breathing so heavily and so horny that you could explode. But that feeling only got stronger when Jink grabbed your leg and pressed his face against it, slowly stroking himself as he looked up at you with needy eyes. "You don't know how bad...oh my God..." As he inhaled the smell of you he leaned his head back and let out a mixture between a soft moan and a whimper. "..I can't, I need to fuck you baby, will you let me?" As he looked up at you he began to beg.

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Kinktober Day 2: daddy kink > soft dom! Onew X sub! Reader

! Minors dni !

The rain hit the window, though it was muffled by the two of your heavy breathing and the sound of the headboard against the wall. Everything seemed at ease and peaceful, well mostly.

“Say it again- call me that again,” Onew groaned against your lips. Somehow, even though you had been with Onew for a little over four years, you’d never discovered this about him. You couldn’t say you were shocked though, as he was always pretty timid when it came to this stuff. Even overlooking the shyness, you guys never really had enough time to discover each other like this, usually just a quickie backstage or in the bathroom somewhere. This was the first time the two of you had even been together in weeks.

“Daddy! Please!” It slipped from your lips again, this time more willingly than the last. If you would’ve known Onew liked it so much then you would’ve said it sooner, but honestly he’d probably just discovered this about himself as well. The beautiful groan he let out and the stuttering of his hips only egged you on more though, prompting you to shout it again with more exaggeration.

“(Y/N), please say it again.. please,” he whispered out in a breathless voice, obviously right on the edge of pure bliss. Of course, you couldn’t disobey him.

“Please daddy pease,” you whined out, and soon enough he’d stilled, not allowing for himself to reach the point of euphoria yet.

Maybe you were discovering more about your precious boyfriend than you bargained for.

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