#jongin fanfic

[justwritedreams]

Sin | Jongin

Idol!Jongin x Reader

Word count: 2.344

Genre: fluff, slight angst, smut.

Author: maari 

Warnings: MDNI!! THIS IS A +18 STORY Explict words and filthy studio sex, oral (fem receiving), sex without condom (don't do this at home), heartbroken Sehun 😞.

Note: WELL i'm proud of this one and I won't even going to deny it lol My stories with Kai are usually short so I don't fall in love with him BYE

Request: I have something we’re he’s at the studio with his s/o and they make out and end up having sex and one of the boys walks in on the (who are you pick had a crush on y/n) and gets mad because he told Kai he liked her and they argue but y/n tells x that she’s only interested in Kai

⫷ Exo Masterlist

Y/N was trying to control her smile as her body moved on its own to the beat that sounded through the studio's speakers.

"What do you think?" Jongin asked, after the preview he played for her ended.

She looked at him, smiling proudly.

“It’s different from what you’ve done before, but it’s your vibe.”

Jongin sighed, relieved. He closed the file on the computer and turned completely to face her.

“I wanted to try new things for this album.”

“You did it, I'm sure everyone will love it as much as I love it.” she winked at him, seeing him smirk.

"Thanks for being here." he got up from the chair and sat next to her on the couch, his shoulder lightly touching hers. "Means a lot."

Y/N tried to hide her huge smile while feeling the butterflies in her stomach, that's why, unable to think of what to say, she just put her hair behind her ear, looking away a little shyly.

“Well, it’s not like I can deny you anything.” she confessed, wetting her lips with her own tongue and looking back at him.

Jongin kept his eyes fixed on her, raising an eyebrow.

"Anything?" he asked, interested and she narrowed her eyes without understanding what was going on in his head. “So if I tell you that it wasn’t for nothing that I asked you to come here.”

Jongin then brought his body even closer, cornering Y/N between the couch and his strong chest. All she did was take a deep breath, unable to take her eyes off Jongin's dark iris.

“I would tell you that I already imagined it.” she replied quietly, without any strength.

He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world and hadn't even truly touched her.

That was enough to make her tremble all over.

Not when the heat of his body covered hers so deliciously.

Y/N saw Jongin smile widely before projecting his torso forward and bringing his face to hers so that their lips met in a slow sensual dance, just like the rhythm of the preview he had played earlier.

One of his hands went to her cheek while Y/N's trembling hands went to his chest, even though it was covered by the sweater he was wearing, she felt his heart beating quickly in her palm.

The kiss that was enough to take all of Y/N's breath away was broken by Jongin as he pressed their foreheads together. When she felt his penetrating gaze on her, she opened her eyes to find complicity there. Something that made her legs feel wobbly, as always did when she was with him.

They hadn’t yet described what type of relationship they had, they were together in secret. Nobody knew they were making out in empty hallways or in each other's houses.

It was a mutual agreement, after all, what no one knew, no one ruined, but that didn't mean that the feeling wouldn't grow because Y/N was sure that with each touch Jongin made, she fell in love even faster and deeper.

She knew that trying to stop this from happening was impossible since Jongin was addictive. It was like that the first day they met and it was still like that every time they kissed.

He began another kiss, this time faster, as their tongues met again and their hands were no longer so shy, they roamed each other's bodies.

Her neck was already marked and wet from his devoted kisses on her skin when he started to lift her blouse, making her body and also her pussy combust.

Y/N imagined it would just be another make out session they would have, her fire seemed to complete Jongin's and they couldn't keep their hands off each other, but it wasn't like that tonight.

Involved by the preview played earlier, the atmosphere in the studio became much more sensual after the kisses, which no longer seemed to be enough.

Mainly because he was between her legs when she started to take off the piece of clothing, which she promptly helped him do, considering that she wouldn't be crazy enough to stop his caresses.

His big, warm hands found her breasts and she sighed loudly, feeling her belly squirm inwardly as her panties were soaked.

Jongin had that power over her, his kisses were enough to make her go out of orbit. And he knew it, so much so that his nimble fingers promptly took off the bra she was wearing and his mouth found her breasts, giving the same attention to the hot flesh that his lips and tongue gave to Y/N's mouth.

For her, controlling the moans was an impossible task that she knew she had no control over, that's why she let the studio be filled with her sounds of pure pleasure as her hips tried to rub against Jongin's.

But he was too far away and his intentions were different at that moment, Y/N felt her whole body shiver when he lightly bit the skin of her navel and his fingers found the button of her pants.

She helped him, a little clumsily, to take off her pants and he knelt on the floor, staring at the white panties she was wearing with pure thirst, his fixed eyes made her pussy tremble, yearning for what was to come.

Her panties suffered the same fate as her clothes and her eyes rolled and closed when his finger found your throbbing clit.

Her hips rolled against his hand of their own accord and he approved, starting to move at a pace so slow that it bordered on torture.

Y/N's mouth was already dry and open, her moans were more constant and when she opened her eyes again she saw Jongin bringing his face closer to her pussy.

She trembled from head to toe before feeling his lips against her hot, wet flesh, he placed a soft kiss before extending his tongue out and closing his eyes to eat her like a starved caveman.

Y/N's hand went to his hair, squeezing the strands between her fingers as she felt his wet tongue mix against her own juice that dripped from her pussy, she moaned his name over and over as it was the only thing that her brain could remember at that moment.

His tongue was precise, he knew exactly what to do and how to make her reach orgasm, he alternated between her clitoris and her hot entrance, and he murmured in approval as he felt her inner muscles contract every time he fucked her with the tongue.

But Y/N closed her legs against his face when Jongin kept his tongue on her clit while his fingers worked quickly at her entrance, going back and forth in such a delicious movement that it didn't take long for her to cum for the first time that night.

She tried to take deep breaths as she spasmed and he drank all the juice she had released.

When their hungry eyes met, Jongin's clothes were quickly removed so that Y/N's slender hands could find his hard cock, she stroked it slowly and managed to elicit a few low moans from him. She wanted to make him as ready and thirsty as she was, and she was prepared to do it with her mouth before he stopped her.

"I need you now." He pleaded and she smiled mischievously.

Jongin sat on the couch and Y/N positioned herself on his lap, he directed his dick to her entrance and the moment their eyes met again, he made her sit hard.

Y/N moaned loudly and closed her eyes, her hands resting on his shoulders as Jongin squeezed her waist with a force that would probably leave marks.

She felt his dick pulsating inside her and without being able to control her desire, she began to move.

Moans, the sound of their skin slapping together, everything was so erotic and so right that it made Y/N feel dizzy.

He moved at the same pace, feeling her hot inside and tight enough for him to bite his own lip.

He helped her keep the rhythm but it didn't seem enough, it had to be faster, so he helped her move up and down on his dick and the sounds began to echo around the studio in perfect synchronization as her nails dug into his skin.

“You take my cock so well.”

"Fuck."

Throwing her head back, she hugged him around the neck and he held her more tighter around the waist, getting up from the sofa so he could lean her against the wall. Y/N hugged his waist with her legs and their position made him enter deeper into her pussy, this time not only moans came out but also screams of pleasure.

Jongin thrust hard and deep, he went fast and Y/N felt her new orgasm form in her womb as her skin shivered and her toes trembled with excitement.

"Look at me. I want to face you while you cum on my cock.“ He placed a hand on her chin and made her look him in the eyes, without having the strength to look away.

He then took his hand off her face and brought it to her clitoris, where he made circular movements, making her scream even more and feel her whole body shake as the orgasm came strong.

“Babe…” she whispered, weak and breathless.

Seeing her so intoxicated as her cum dripped out, Jongin continued his thrusts until his body shook and his own orgasm came with force.

He moaned softly and buried his face in the back of her neck as they tried to catch their lost breath.

“If I had known this was the kind of thing you wanted to do with me in the studio, I would have come sooner.” she said, laughing and caressing the back of Jongin's head.

He laughed and placed a kiss on her skin before helping her get off his lap, Y/N felt her legs weak and leaned on his shoulder.

“I should have brought you sooner.” He responded and led her back to the couch.

Y/N lay down, tired and saw Jongin take her panties and helped her put them on, making her smile slightly at the gesture.

He put on his own underwear and Y/N was wearing her bra when suddenly the door was opened without delicacy.

“So that’s how it’s going to be.”

Y/N widened her eyes and covered her body with her arms when Sehun entered the studio furious and red.

Jongin remained standing, looking at his friend seriously.

“This is how you repay me after I shared a secret with you.” Sehun said, angry as he stood in front of Jongin.

"It wasn’t on purpose." he explained, the tone of his voice not so calm.

Sehun laughed, bitterly.

“Of course not, but it didn’t stop you from fucking Y/N right here.” he pointed towards the studio as she felt her face burn. “Right after I told you I liked her.”

Y/N felt her jaw drop and looked at the youngest without knowing what to think.

Did Sehun like her? Since when?

“And what did you want me to do, huh? Stop seeing her?” Jongin questioned, irritated. “You also know that I’m in love with her.”

She felt the corners of her mouth lift into a surprised smile.

She always imagined that but she never heard Jongin say it out loud, so hearing those words was a very nice surprise, knowing that he reciprocated her feelings.

“But I didn’t sleep with her right after.” Sehun accused, hurt and Y/N felt her heart sink.

“Sehun.” she called him, getting up from the couch.

One of the reasons why she wanted to admit what she felt for Jongin right away was precisely so that everyone would know what was going on between them, without any more secrets.

But she never imagined that Sehun also liked her and that he would be in the studio at the exact moment when she and Jongin couldn't control the need to be together in the most carnal and intimate way possible.

And he looked at her, completely hurt.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that way.” She pressed her lips into a thin line. “If I had known, I would have explained to you earlier that I have been interested in Jongin for a long time.” He nodded silently. “It’s nobody’s fault.”

An unbearable silence fell in the studio, until Sehun sighed.

“You’re right, but that doesn’t change the fact that my friend betrayed me.”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out and Sehun walked away in long strides, leaving both of them with nothing to say behind.

She passed her hand over her face and looked at Jongin, he shook his head as he looked at the door.

“I think I better leave.” she announced quietly and turned to pick up her clothes.

However, he stopped her, holding her arm.

"Come to my home."

She took a deep breath before looking at him.

“Jongin, but Sehun-”

“I won’t walk away from you because of him.” he spoke firmly. "I can't anymore."

She smiled slightly.

"What do you mean?"

He smiled, moving closer to tuck her hair behind her ear and caress her cheek.

“That if being in love with you is a sin, then I will sin again.”

She bit her lower lip.

“No more sex in the studio?”

He laughed, hugging her around the waist and touching their foreheads.

“I can't promise that.” He kissed the tip of her nose, making her close her eyes. “Not after the sounds you made in here.” he kissed her cheek, purposely in the corner of her mouth. “The scenes are engraved in my head and will hardly ever fade out.”

“Then I guess we will sin together.”

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[jongbross]

dating kim jongin would include...

pairing: kim jongin x reader

word count: 1.1k

genre: fluffyyyy

warnings: -

a/n: i had to repost it, i’m so sorry 😭

pouts a lot

you can’t give him attention right now? he gets it, but he will pout

you give him just a little peck, but he wants more? look at him again, he will be pouting

he’s feeling quite left out or you did something little that disappointed him? boom, the biggest pout ever

jongin doesn’t like to fight, but he’s stubborn so don’t expect him to back down easily

he won’t scream though, he doesn’t believe in screaming

and if you ever start screaming at him during an argument, just know that he will get dead silent and give you the cold shoulder

any problem between the two of you should be handled with maturity, jongin believes

so he’s ready to forgive you and talk to you like proper adults once you realize you’re wrong and apologize to him

and of course, he will too apologize if he ever realizes he’s the wrong one on the situation

although it’s going to take a little bit of time because like i said, he’s stubborn

actually his stubbornness is probably what initiate any type of conflict between the two of you, usually

because no one, besides his mom, can talk sense into him when he’s being unreasonable

he’s a bit spoiled, yeah

and jealous, jongin has trouble dealing with his jealousy

like, he doesn’t think you’re gonna cheat on him or that he can’t trust you

he does trust you a lot and hopes you trust him just the same

but he definitely hates when people try their ways with you, or when you get too friendly towards someone new because hey, new is exciting, right?

so what if they’re smarter than jongin, or have a better physique? or worse, what if you laugh more at their jokes than at jongin’s?

oh my god, that person probably has more time to spend with you too than jongin does! they’re so much better, aren't they?

yeah, that’s how jongin thinks

his jealousy comes from the “i love you so much and i can’t stand the idea of you finding someone better because then i would have to let you go even though i don’t want to but i would because you deserve the best even if that ain’t me” side

call him selfish, he doesn’t care

he just loves you so much and wants to stay with you for as long as you allow him

jongin had some relationships in the past, of course, so he knows how things work

but all of said relationships ended, and although some breakups were friendly, he still hates when he remembers how much in love he was and how he felt when it didn’t work

and he doesn’t wanna feel that with you

it’s no secret that jongin wants to get married and have kids because that dude got the baby fever at some point in his life and it ain’t going away

so make your relationship work and make his dream come true beside someone he loves so much and so dearly is one of his biggest priorities

and damn, you got so lucky because jongin really puts some effort into making you happy

he’s naturally romantic, naturally cute and soft when it comes to you

so he cooks for you when you’re tired, he gives you massages whenever you ask him to (and sometimes even when you don’t)

he calls you pet names all day long

he texts you constantly too, sending you good morning/night texts, updating you about his day and sending you photos of cute or funny things he saw

he always try to make sure that you’re okay and that you know he loves you

but on top of that comes his effort

to not let the romance die, so he tries to have dates with you at least twice a month (like having dinner at any restaurant you may want or having a weekend getaway with you)

to make you feel loved, so he listens to you even if it’s about something he doesn’t understand or isn’t interested in

to protect you, so often doesn’t show too much pda but still tries to reassure you that it isn’t because he doesn’t want to, it’s just something bigger, out of his control

jongin likes his privacy too, so he might let his fans know that he is dating but he will never, ever expose you unless you want to

and still, he will think about it because again, he cares a lot about your safety

actually, he cares a lot about you in general, about how you feel

so much so that even he’s sure he wants you forever and always, he will still wait a little bit before taking the next step

he will think about what he’s feeling versus what you may be feeling versus the pros versus the consequences

he thinks a lot tbh

so if you’re a rush person or something just be patient with him, he only wants what is best for both of you

that means don’t think he won’t ask you to move in with him, because he will

it might take some time but he will

same goes for marriage

although you will get suspicious that he might be planning to pop the question because all of sudden jongin wants to watch things on tv related to marriage

and all of a sudden he will say things like “oh, when noona got married…” or “did you know that when chen hyung got married…”

he isn’t too subtle about it, the poor soft dude

but he will still do his best to surprise you with a romantic way to ask your hand in marriage

i mean, he always does his best when it comes to you

it might be on something “silly”, like when he volunteered to brush your hair and he tried to make sure he wasn’t hurting you

or when he chose your outfit for a week because you complained about not having a fashion sense like he does

or on something more serious, like when he messed up and made you cry and realized that he had a flaw he should try to work on so he wouldn’t hurt anyone he loves anymore

or when he managed to complete his schedule faster so he could travel to be with you when a beloved one of yours passed away

that’s just who jongin is

that’s just how jongin treats the ones he loves

going out of his way and trying to be a better version of himself for them

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[eomayas]

confessions • kji (pt.2)

pairing: jongin x f!reader, fwb2l. sequel to ‘d appointment’.

genre: fluff & angst

synopsis: jealousy leads to a life changing confession (happy ending!!)

warnings: angst, swearing, jealousy

a/n: lol nobody asked for this but i really wanted to write this after yesterday! so enjoy 😋

“jongin, i really gotta go,” you giggle, kissing him again. he holds onto your waist tighter, grumbling about how he doesn’t want you to go. “really, nini, i have to leave.” you say, pulling out of his grasp and finding your clothes around his room.

you’ve seen a lot more of him recently, and your relationship has changed. he started asking you over to hang out, taking you out for food, running errands with you. you didn’t know what to think of your relationship anymore, and could barely tell your friends because none of them liked to hear about jongin anyway. he had a bit of a reputation for being a womanizer and a player, but you didn’t get that with him. as far as you knew, you were the only person who’s been in his bed for the last two months.

you really dont know what to call your relationship—you never talk about it with him. you refer to him as a friend when people ask about him, but nothing more. but you know that youre deeper than friends, you pretend not to see it in his eyes when you’re lying on his chest at night, pretend not to feel it in your stomach when he leans over his middle console and kisses you when he picks you up from your house. you pretend none of those feelings exist, so you can keep your peace.

“where do you have to go anyway?” he asks as you hook your bra back on.

“uh, just meeting a friend,” you say, not ready to admit the truth that the friend is a man and he’s not really a friend. your friend sana set you up with a guy she knows, doyoung, and you’ve been hanging out for awhile. of course, in between you and jongins time together.

jongin frowns at you and your hesitation. “who?” he presses as you pull on your shirt. you let out a breath and fix your hair, stalling as you avoid his question.

“chaewon,” you lie, not really sure why. you’re not dating, it shouldn’t be a problem. but with the way you’ve been hanging out recently, it feels like it could cause a rift—maybe you’re imagining it, though, and he doesn’t actually care. maybe your feelings are one sided.

“what are you guys gonna do?” he asks. you shrug and grab your phone off of his nightstand, a text from doyoung on the screen.

doyoung: can’t wait to see you!

you bite back a smile and jongin notices, his chest bubbling with an emotion he can’t quite place. anger? no, not quite. envy? jealously, maybe? can’t be—you’re not his. but it sure does feel like it sometimes.

you tap back a response, your acrylics accentuating your every keyboard stroke.

y/n: see you soon :)

“alright, i’ll see you later?” you say, leaning over to kiss him. it’s stiff, and awkward, but neither of you say anything. he doesn’t offer to walk you out like he always does, and you pretend it doesn’t bother you.

jongin and you don’t talk for three days, and in those three days, you occupy yourself with doyoung when you’re not at work or with your friends. doyoung is kind, he’s sweet and makes you laugh. he listens. he’s perfectly safe—your friends like him, and they’re all going to meet him tonight at a get together.

you sigh as you look at your phone, your message going unanswered. you invited jongin too, just to be nice since a few of his friends are going to be there. you haven’t spent anytime around each others friends, though you know a couple because that’s how you met each other.

sana nudges you. “doyoung is here,” you flip your phone over as her eyes gaze down for a split second. you look up and see him walk through the door, two of his friends behind him. you stand up from your spot on the couch and walk over to him, adjusting your skirt. doyoungs eyes scan the room and when they land on you, he gives you the smile that you’ve grown fond of.

“hey!” you say, giving him a hug. you press a quick kiss on his cheek and pull back, his hand sliding to the small of your back.

“hey! i hope you don’t mind thst i brought some friends—this is baejin and that’s sungwoon,” he says, introducing you to his friends. you smile and shake their hands. “is sana here?” he asks, leaning close to you. you nod, and get the overwhelming feeling that he’s about to kiss you, so you quickly grab his arm and lead him over to your group of friends.

sana jumps up when she sees him and gives him a hug, your three friends, yujin, chaewon, and bona following suit.

the five of you settle on the couch, doyoung on the end and you sandwiched between him and sana. he keeps an arm wrapped around your waist the entire time, barely moving it even when you shift. you don’t mind his touch or the weight of his arm—it feels nice.

you let yourself sneak a glance at your phone, hoping to see if he responded—a ‘no’ would even be fine—but there’s nothing new. you set your phone face down in your lap, and catch sanas eye when you look back up. you furrow your brow at her and she shakes her head. you ignore her and lean back against doyoung, his arm moving to wrap around your shoulder. you catch his dangling hand in yours, and interlock your fingers.

“you two are so cute, it’s making me sick,” yujin says. you and doyoung only giggle, and when you glance at sana, she’s side eyeing you behind her red solo cup.

sanas eyes drift around the room, but you ignore her until she steps on your foot, not enough to hurt but enough to get your attention. you glance at her again, and she shoots her eyes to the door, and dread immediately fills your stomach.

jongin walks through the door, many people in the party immediately greeting him. you check your phone again and see that he still never responded, which annoys you. if you had a heads up that he was showing up, you would have never sat here cuddled up with doyoung.

you try to ignore the greetings to jongin, but they’re obnoxious and louder than the music playing. “ugh, sehun is so irritating,” chaewon grumbles, but she keeps her eyes on the tall boy talking to jongin. they have some weird tension going on.

“y/n, im gonna go find baejin really quick, do you want to come?” doyoung asks. you shake your head and tell him that you’ll be here, and he leaves but not before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you smile, but it falters when sana scoffs. “what?” you ask, annoyed with how she’s been treating you tonight.

“don’t lead him on, please. i know you invited jongin, and maybe you want two boyfriends, but doyoung is a good guy. leave him out of it,” she says, her voice serious.

you drop your mouth open to reply, but can’t find the words. “your boyfriends coming over,” she mutter, taking another swig of her drink. you glance over to see jongin walking towards you.

“he’s not my boyfriend,” you manage, standing up to greet him. you reach in for a hug, and he reciprocates, his hands too low on your back for it to be friendly. “i didn’t know you were coming.” you say, pulling away from him.

jongin keeps his hands on you, ignoring the gawking from your friends. “i said i might,” he shrugs and you roll your eyes. “why, you wanted more time to hide your little boyfriend?” he asks. with that, you scoff and pull away from him, already done with the entire night.

“i don’t have a boyfriend, so both of you can stop,” you say to jongin and sana, crossing your arms over your chest. “if you came here to bother me, you can just leave.” you say, staring up at him.

“i came to keep you company, but i see you already have some,” he says, mirroring your stance. you get ready to reply, but see doyoung coming up behind the two of you with baejin in tow, and get a wave of guilt, dread, and anxiety at the prospect of the two of them interacting. this can’t be my life, you think.

doyoung approaches you, a smile on his face until he sees your stance, and then sweeps his eyes over to jongin. doyoungs face falls at the obvious tension, and jongin sizes him up. “are you alright?” he asks you, a hand on your arm. you nod and he looks over at jongin and back at you. “do you two know each other?” he asks.

know is putting it lightly.

before you can respond, jongin interjects. “i’m jongin,” he holds his hand out to shake, and it takes everything in you to not push his hand away.

doyoung shakes his hand, his face not giving way to how he really feels. “we’re friends,” you offer once they drop hands. friends is putting it lightly, too lightly that it’s almost untrue.

jongin scoffs at that. “if that’s what you want to call it, sure we are,” you glare at him and doyoung shifts awkwardly beside you, unsure of what to say. “surely she’s mentioned me. because she’s never mentioned you.” he adds, making you blood boil.

“jongin, stop!” you say, your eyes widening. you look back over at doyoung who nods his head once, twice. “doyoung, just ignore him, please?” you say, reaching out to grab his hand, but he pulls away. you feel helpless as he moves past you to talk to sana, and you hear him tell her that he’s gonna head out. you feel like shit as you try to get him to talk to you, but again he dodges you.

“y/n, i dont want to be apart of this. maybe when you figure… whatever this is out, you can call me. but i don’t want any of this,” he waves vaguely between you and jongin, and all you can do is stand there pathetically as he walks away.

“yeah, what he said,” jongin says, shaking his head, and all you see is red. how dare he try to blow you off, when he is the cause of this entire mess. if he just kept his mouth shut, doyoung would still be here and you’d be enjoying your night.

you stomp after jongin as he walks off, grabbing ahold of his shirt, pulling him towards the direction of the kitchen. “quit it,” he says, pulling out of your grasp.

“you don’t get to leave! what the hell is your problem?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips. a few people in the kitchen glance at you and jongin, and he sighs and pulls you out to the backyard where it’s empty. “what is wrong with you?”

“i didnt do anything,” he says and you bark out a laugh.

“you don’t talk to me for days for god knows why, you don’t respond to my text, and the. you basically show up unannounced? and then you ruin a good thing for me? what is wrong with you?” you could cry from frustration, but you don’t. you manage to keep the tears at bay as you stare at the man across from you.

jongin doesn’t say anything, just leans against the stair railing with his arms crossed over his chest, and looks away from you. you blink at him, waiting for him to say something but he doesn’t. “well?” you say, scoffing.

he shakes his head. “you just don’t get it,” he mumbles.

“what?”

“you really don’t see it, y/n? it’s not obvious?” he asks, finally looking you in the eye. you shrink under his gaze, your eyes darting around the backyard.

“what are you talking about, jongin?” you ask, confusion evident in your voice. he runs a hand through his hair frustratedly and drops his hands at his sides. you cross your arms over your abdomen and stare at him, waiting for him to just admit whatever he’s holding back.

“you don’t feel a change between us? really?” he asks, and for a second the air leaves your lungs. he can’t be asking you this, because then what you’ve been imagining is actually true, therefore real. and now you have to confront it.

“i guess,” you say vaguely, your voice small. he runs his hands through his hair like he always does when he’s stressed or anxious—one thing you picked up on after seeing him more often. “what are you trying to say, jongin?” you sigh, just wanting to hear the words coming from his mouth. you need that confession, or else you think you’ll go crazy if you lose two men you like on the same night.

“i’m trying to say that i can’t stop thinking about you, that i think about you every second you’re not with me. that when i have to go somewhere, i call you because i’d rather go—i don’t fucking know, to the store—with you, over anybody else. and i came here tonight, even though i know your friends don’t fucking like me, because i wanted to see you. and i know you’re upset that i made your little boyfriend leave, but i don’t really care, okay? i can’t stand to see you with somebody else, not when you kiss me the way you do, or say my name,” he rambles, wiping his mouth before starting up again. you can only stare at him, stunned. you’ve gotten more than you were really asking for, and he’s not even done. “and i dont only mean when we have sex, okay? i know that’s how we started, but if you couldn’t tell, i don’t only want to do that with you. i want something more with you. if you don’t, fine. but i won’t buy it, because you chased after me, and not him.” jongin catches his breath, shocked that he just blurted all of this out. it’s been buried deep in his brain, his heart, for awhile now. he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head for weeks, and gets giddy when he sees your name pop up on his phone. he’s been silently losing his mind about you, and you haven’t even noticed.

“why didn’t you say anything before?” you ask pathetically, walking over to him.

he lets out a laugh that almost sounds like a cry. “because if you didn’t feel the same way, and we stopped hanging out, i would seriously die,” he says, grabbing your hands. you smile at his words. “i’m going crazy here, y/n.” jongin sighs, looking down at you and bringing your conjoined hands up to his chest.

you faintly feel his fast heartbeat and nearly coo. he’s so endearing, and the way he’s looking at you with his big, brown eyes is enough to bring you to your knees. “jongin, i-“ you cut yourself off to laugh, the next words leaving your mouth about to be so embarrassing. “i really like you, and i don’t know how you couldn’t tell. i mean, every time you said anything, i giggled like a schoolgirl.” you say, pressing your knuckles into his sternum.

“i thought you just wanted to fuck.”

“well, yes,” you blush, looking up at him. “but i really fucking liked—like—you,” you say, letting out a breath.

“are we doing this? i mean, for real?” he asks, dropping your interlocked hands out to the sides. you shrug.

“we could try,” you say, and he smiles, his face lighting up in a way that makes your heart skip a beat and your stomach flip.

and you two really were going to try, the opinions of your friends be damned. if there was a general consensus, it’s that you’d both go insane for the others love, and that’s enough.

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[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 23

Mommy Kink - Kai

!sub Kai

Jongin was so needy. Such a soft and sweet hearted man. It made you melt when he was in need of attention, affection, and craving to be cared for by you in the way that you both knew best.

Nothing particularly different had happened today. In fact, it should have really been easier, with Jongin in public service duty, rather than his usual idol life. But he was exhausted, after a week behind the desk, with no enjoyable human interactions, he was desperate.

You had noticed, and were already in the midst of making his favourite dinner, and pouring a beer for him, which he takes from you gratefully before sitting down to watch you cook. He had offered to help, but you knew better than to accept that, I don’t want to burn the house down today, Nini. You leave the pot to simmer, knowing it will take almost an hour to be ready, now you have the time for Jongin instead.

“What can I do, baby?” You ask him softly, watching the way that he licks his lips after a large sip from the glass he holds in his two hands.

He pouts in thought for a moment, and you melt at the sight of him, “I’m not sure… Can you make me forget?”

You could laugh at the request, but you know that he means it. In his own way, asking to be dragged into subspace, and you know exactly how to do that. 

Stepping forward, you move around to stand in front of him and cup his cheek with your hand. He nuzzles into it gently, breathing in your scent, and getting comfortable.

“Tell me what you want,” You murmur, gently redirecting his attention so that he meets your gaze, “I want to help you.”

You feel his cheeks warm up as he blushes, flustered at the idea of being honest, but you read him like a book and know the words that will come out.

“I want you,” He mumbles, “Please, mommy?”

He has you wrapped around his finger, putty in his hands, you could never decline such a request, smiling softly at him you take his hands and drag him up onto his feet, “Come then, should we make you more comfortable?”

Taken away from the kitchen, you only make it halfway down the hall before he is on you, kissing with a fiery desperation whilst whining in want and impatient need. You don’t make it to the bedroom, instead pulled into the living area, and you tug him down onto the sofa where he straddles you at first, his cock already hardening, each grind into you has it rubbing against your stomach while he chases the little relief that he gets from the friction. 

“Nini, my love,” You coo, guiding him down onto his back, repositioning so that you are on top, “Let me help, it hurts, doesn’t it?”

Jongin’s eyes are blown out and watery, nodding at you while he bites his swollen bottom lip, eagerly lifting his hips to aid you in pulling his pants down before you stand to remove your own. He pulls his t-shirt over his head while you undress, growing more impatient by the second he is desperate to have you, and he is going to get exactly what he wants.

You wrap a hand around his shaft once you return to your position, this time straddling his thighs, and his hand moves to your core to return the favour, to prepare you for him, though this won’t take too much effort. He works you so well, even while distracted as you ease some of his pain, so worked up, hard and red and twitching with each movement of your hand. He curls his fingers inside you and the moan that you let out is pitiful, desire taking you over and each second without him inside you is too much.

“Mommy, please,” He whimpers, his hands on your hips as you lift yourself up, “Come on, don’t make me wait.”

You settle down, lowering yourself onto his cock, feeling every inch as he fills you up, giggling as he whines at the initial pressure, waiting for you to adjust. He looks so innocent under you, widened eyes and pouted lips, breathing staggered as he tries to remain composed. You easily lift up before dropping down again, this time faster, more forceful, crying out as the tip of his cock hits your cervix. You rest your hands on his chest to help keep your balance, finding a steady rhythm to ride him in, rolling your hips with every thrust, loving the way that he feels inside of you, stimulating your senses just as you are his.

With pathetic cries of mommy, mommy, mommy! Jongin enjoys every second, which only increases your effort, strength, and adrenaline as you try to give him your all. Though your thighs grow tired, burning with exertion, Jongin picks up on that, trying to help you but seeming uncertain as to how.

“Would you like to fuck me instead, baby boy?” You ask him, giving him the answer he was searching for, “You always do so well when you do.” The idea excites Jongin, scrambling to reverse your positioning, you pull him on top of you and he thrusts back in only a second later. He is fast, wanting to make up for the effort that you have put in, chasing the high not too far away for either of you. It is adorable watching him, and so fucking hot feeling him, vision blurring and knot in your stomach tightening every time he hits in just the right spot. You reach orgasm quickly, it washes over you completely and you lose sense of time, of reality, nothing existing except for the beautiful man balls deep inside of you. Your high brings on his, tears streaming down his face as he releases inside of you, babbling and mumbling, incoherent words as he empties his cock, muttering thank yous and promises to love you and only you forever, his mommy.

———

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[peachesvanilla]

Kisses #1

pairing: Jongin x reader

genres: pure fluff(this close to crying while writing... been months since I am satisfied with my fluff writing..MONTHS), friends to lovers

inspiration: Jongin and list of kisses I found on pinterest.

Jongin is a ray of sunshine. This sentence falls short before his warmth embrace, beaming grin, shiny eyes and lively aura. Like the sun rarely appearing in winter, gravitating every human to animal, to be under his rays, Jongin grabs everyone’s attention as he struts in the college campus. 

And I, a weakling just like everyone else, finds my steps leading towards him. Trying to snatch a piece of his attention, bask in his presence and have my own epiphany. The worst thing about having him as a friend is staying stuck in that position for a long long time. 

Sometimes in the middle of the night when our phone conversations turn deep, sharing our innermost conflicts and pains I wonder if we weren’t grouped for a project would it be any different? Would he have seen me as a girl instead of his friend who needs help in everything? Would I be in the mainstream rather than a sideline?

“Where are you lost?” Jongin snaps his fingers at my face breaking me out of my thoughts, more like obsession. “Lost in that pretty mind of yours?” His brown eyes shine under the direct stream of sunlight, bringing out the honey shade and oozing out the warmth. Dressed in a hoodie, his hair a mess from constantly pulling up the hoodie cap and removing it, his familiar perfume makes it hard not to fall for him a little harder everyday. 

“Nothing.” I push his hand off my face, slowly reeling my chair little by little away from his. “Thinking about the assignment.”

He nods understandingly, folding his arms across his chest. The movement brings out the firmness of his chest, broadness of it and the many nights I spent wondering how it would be laying on his chest.

“It's a difficult one.” He ponders, zoning off into the high walls of the library. “Maybe our procedure is wrong and we have to tackle it using a different method?” 

“Yeah.” I don’t even remember the question but whatever gets him off me helps. One thing about knowing Jongin for so long is, he won’t let go until I dish out all of my worries that are disturbing my peace. I had to come up with a hundred lies to just cover my one truth. That is, I am slowly falling in love with him. “Maybe.”

He rests his arm on the back of my seat, rolling me towards him. “I don’t feel like studying.” He mumbles, his face a few inches away from mine as he looms over me. “Can we go out?” His eyes run across my face with hope. “Please?”

My cold heart comes alive, beating louder, faster. He is so close, his lips just a breath away. What if I lean in and get a taste of the forbidden lips. Is the pain worth the taste? My heart whispers a yes, while my mind is hyperventilating on how he isn’t interested in me as a lover and just sees me as one of his boys. Having him around is far better than getting shut by a mere kiss.

But the heart screams yes when his eyes dip to my lips for a fraction of a second. Almost as if it never happened. I lean in, pressing my lips onto his soft, full lips. My heart leaps out of my chest, my fingers curl into fists on my lap and my brain is void of any thoughts. His lips are more than what I thought of, softer than a baby skin and bringing the storm and peace at once. 

I move back from his lips, his taste lingering on mine and I pick up the courage to look at his face. His eyes are closed, his breathing uneven, lips shiny from my lip balm and parted. Slowly he opens his eyes, watching me intently. I wait for him to leave with a disappointed look and saying he didn’t expect this from me. His eyes trail to my cheeks, the strand of hair falling on my face and then pauses on my lips for a long time. His arm around my chair drags me closer to him, my knee pressing into his thigh, and another arm hesitantly lying on top of my thigh. 

He sucks in a breath and leans in, kissing me. I gasp, this can’t be happening. Does he.. does he see me as a girl? He presses his lips harder, his eyebrows scrunched in the middle, eyes closed. I arch to his height, sitting straighter in greed to get more of him. His hand holds my neck as he moves his lips in a slow rhythm. He grips my thigh, leaning in, sucking my lower lip and holding me in place holding my neck. The moment prolongs for a minute, I press his hand and he breaks the kiss, letting me breathe. 

He brushes his nose against mine, watching my expression. A slow shy smile spreads across his lips, he rubs his thumb over my heated cheeks. Pecking my lips one more time, he leans back in his chair spreading his arms and throws back his head grinning. “Shit.” 

What should I do now? Talk about it or go about it as if the kiss never happened? But his swollen lips and shine on it tells another story. How can I pretend when—

“Let’s go.” He packs his bag and also mine within seconds, holding out his hand for me. 

I hold his hand, his hand completely engulfing mine. My steps falter, hair on my neck standing. Every single student’s eyes are on us. My heart drops to my stomach, he is Jongin of course everyone’s attention will be on him but the amount of hate, jealousy and smirks we are receiving is overwhelming. 

He grips on my hand, “what do you want to eat?” 

“Anything is good with me.” I reply, wanting to get out of here as soon as I can. 

“Okay.” He swings our intertwined hands and hums through our entire walk and even till reaching the fast food center. And his beaming smile? It never fades, instead it got brighter.

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[aqupistau]

genre & trope: suggestive, fluff, and established relationship

word count: 0.46k (edited)

a/n: nini, pls come back home :<

now playing: no make up - exo

. ִָ ˑ ⊹ ( 11:10 PM ) — it has finally come to this moment. shared permissions of revealing hidden truths to one another, carefully undressed clothes clattered all over from the door to the bed—the only source of light emanating from the soft dews of the full moon. the bed sheets are cold from the touch, contrasting the warm temperature of your skin and his. jongin straddles you from above, his eyes that always looked mysterious now fathomable to read, an evident look of his affections as he adorns you head to toe. he brushes your hair with regard, not really minding if it falls the right or wrong way, the pure devotion of his sending chills down your spine and it brings you back to your first impression of him, the once shy and charismatic mask now faltered all because of you.

you notice the transferred lipstick stains on his face and clean the smudged lipstick off him with a chuckle. “you bought an easily smudged lipstick for me for a reason, you sneaky bastard.”

jongin laughs, now also cleaning the lipstick marks around your lips but keeps the kiss marks he left all over your face. “i know you only wear transfer-proof makeup, especially lipstick, and i've always wanted to clean your makeup off.”

“why?”

“it's one of those joys i have when i undress you myself.” you're left speechless. how can he say something so easily? it doesn't come off as flirty flattery. it rolls out of his tongue like it's the most natural thing to say; his own thoughts and words align perfectly when it speaks about you.

“you say the most absurd compliments for me so naturally.” you smile, helplessly wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in a gentle and fervent kiss. every friction and graze of your sensitive lips on his just leaves him wanting more, to the point of his willingness to drown deeper than he was already into you.

jongin tilts his head to siege the space, stopping any air from coming into the kiss, heightening the unmistakable urge between you to go further. you pull out from the kiss to catch your breath, and you both gasp for air, your hand resting on his chest that pronouncedly rests and rises.

you cup his cheek and chuckle, admiring and caressing every part of his face, cleaning the remaining smudged lipstick around his lips. jongin leans into your touch, burrowing his face in the natural shape of your hand, eyes fluttering close from ease. then he looks into your eyes, kisses the palm of your hand and capturing this moment of how you look under the moonlight. the only shadow that hides your bareness is his body on top of you.

“now—do I have permission to clean your makeup off?”

“absolutely.”

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[archernarbeta]

Please come home Mr. Rover

Prompt by @archernarbeta

Kim Jongin x reader

Prompt: 

You were 8 when your mother walked hand in hand with a boy, physique way older than yours. 

You were 9 when he came home with bruises on his face, blacks and blues decorated his skin but all you see was his eyes, full of rage and sadness. 

You were 10 when you became inseparable, with you clinging to him everywhere he went. 

You were 17 when he left, his absence emptied your soul. 

You were 21 when you met the wanderer, the feeling was familiar yet foreign. 

What would happen to you when faith chose to take its course?

a/n: hii it’s archie! the prompt in question is currently in the works and I’m super excited to finish this fic! it’s heavily inspired by Rover and the ‘wanderer concept’, if you can’t tell duh 🙄 🤷‍♀️ but anyways stay tuned for now bcs I’m still figuring out the flow of the story (i suck, sorry) BUT I SWEAR I’LL FINISH ߹ᯅ߹

Also, read my other fics here!

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[dreamylittlesugarcube]

Up in Smoke (The Sweet Version)

Genre: EXO

Characters: Kai x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Your boyfriend tries to cook you an anniversary dinner–which goes very wrong…or very right? 

A/N: Happy Secret Santa reveal to my giftee @merinaart as part of the @exols-silver-christmas! I hope that you like my gift! I was very inspired by your love for Kai (and your adorable guinea pig!). I’ve enjoyed getting to chat with you over the last couple months! I decided at the last minute to make a “sweet” version of the story and and then separate “spicy” version later on because there were too many ways this story could have gone! So here’s the “sweet” version for you from 🍭-anon!

~*~

“Babe, why do I smell smoke?” 

The acrid smell of burning told you what your eyes couldn’t: your boyfriend was in the kitchen again. When he’d insisted on the blindfold, you’d felt butterflies in your stomach, giddy at the thought of what might be coming. Dinner in Itaewon? Wine tasting? A romantic walk by the Han River? The possibilities were endless and after two years together, your thoughtful boyfriend never failed to sweep you off your feet. For your first anniversary together, he’d hired a private chef to cook you a delicious five-course dinner, then you’d dreamily walked through the snow together hand-in-hand, sharing sips of hot chocolate.

 It had been the perfect day. 

This time around, Jongin had been incredibly secretive about what he was planning. But you knew something was up when you’d caught him sneaking around the apartment after he thought you’d gone to bed, or coming home with mysterious bags that he ferreted away somewhere. You were more than curious to know what the night might bring.

Despite your lack of vision, the clang of pots and pans and rhythmic slice of a kitchen knife told you Jongin had something different in mind this year. And you weren’t sure how to feel. Honestly, the man was a menace when it came to the culinary arts. You snorted, recalling the incident two months prior when he’d scorched the bottom of your wok so bad you’d had to throw it out. Fortunately, the recent installation of a fire extinguisher at least meant he couldn’t realistically burn the apartment down. 

When your inquiry went unanswered, you tried again. 

“At what point will I need to stop, drop, and roll?”, you said, giggling as the sound of chopping ceased.

Jongin’s footsteps drew closer, until you felt his knees bump against yours. “Ha, ha, very funny, jagi, he chastised playfully. “Kyungsoo taught me how to make this one, so it won’t be like last time, I promise. And I only burned the first one,” he added hastily.

He leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the lips before skirting away, skillfully avoiding your coy attempts to entice him back down for more. Sliding his hand down to rest on your lower back, he led you into what you assumed to be the dining room. A chair squeaked against the floor as Jogin pulled it out and instructed you to sit. 

You could feel Jongin’s warmth seeping into you from behind and you jumped when his lips grazed your ear.

“I wanted today to be special for you, for us,  _____–”

Your heart sped up at the sound of his voice. It was hard not to get distracted when he was so close to you, the feel of his arms around you never failed to make you melt. 

“Voila!” Jongin exclaimed,  theatrically pulling the blindfold from your eyes. 

On reflex, you squeezed your eyes shut to block out the dim light from the chandelier. After a few seconds, you hesitantly cracked an eye open, and you saw it. 

Square with rows of tiny indentations and little flecks of dark green and orange, you weren’t sure what to make of the charred–ahem–crispy item perched alone on the large, white plate. You cleared your throat, cognizant of the way Jongin was looking at you looking at his creation. Eyes gleaming with pride. Expectantly waiting for your praise. 

You chose your words carefully, trying to make sense of what you were seeing, while not shattering your gentle boyfriend’s heart.

“Jongin, baby…what’s–uh–on the menu, tonight?” 

He laughed, as though it was obvious. “It’s a fried rice waffle, silly!”

You looked between the hockey puck on your plate and your sweet boyfriend’s face, grateful for once that you’d taken that god-awful acting class in college. 

“It looks…”, you struggled to find the right word, “...interesting…”

Jongin’s head bobbed enthusiastically. “Are you gonna take a bite?”

You nodded with what you hoped was realistic enthusiasm.

God, you sucked at acting. You failed that acting class, don’t you remember? 

It was worse than you imagined. 

Way worse. 

You broke off a piece, chewing gingerly, all while Jongin intently watched your face, waiting for your reaction. All at once, your tongue was hit with a spectrum of flavors and textures–bitter, crunchy, hard, soft, and the overwhelming taste of spring onion. Just…bleh…

“So?” he asked, leaning forward, eyes wide in anticipation. 

The glob of “waffle” stuck in your throat at his question, and you swallowed hard to push it down,

“It’s..um..very crunchy…and…um…onion-y?” 

Jongin’s face fell. 

“It’s awful,” he moaned, covering his face with his hands. He sat down in the chair next to you with his shoulders slumped, the very picture of dejection. “I never should’ve taken cooking advice from Chanyeol and Sehun,” he muttered, almost to himself. 

You froze. “I thought you said Kyungsoo taught you this recipe.” 

Jongin looked up from his hands and worried his lower lip.

“He did…but then Sehun showed me a TikTok and Chanyeol had a waffle iron…and I just…messed up. Why can’t I cook like Kyungsoo?” he moaned. 

He looked so sad, your baby. And he had tried so hard for you tonight. You stood from your chair and folded him into your arms, resting your chin on his head. 

“Jongin,” you started, “you and I both know that would be asking a lot of the universe. Be the most handsome and skilled dancer in all of K-Pop and be a good cook? You’d be just too amazing to be real.”

Jongin chuckled beneath you, reaching up to stroke your cheek.

“Besides,” you continued, “Kyungsoo has his strengths and you have yours. Affectionate. Kind. Generous. Smooth on the dance floor. So handsome,” you listed, punctuating each compliment with a peck on the lips. 

Your boyfriend hummed in the back of his throat, a slow smile spreading on his face.

“Actually, ____, there is one more thing I have planned for tonight,” he said with a mysterious smile.  

He led you to the couch in the living room and gently pressed on your shoulders for you to sit. Telling you to wait, he flipped the lightswitch, plunging the room in darkness. Suddenly, the room was dimly illuminated by a string of clear fairy lights, the soft tones of “Peaches” drifting through the surround-sound speakers. 

“Pretty girl, you’re like peaches…it’s a soft embrace…a sweetness that spreads in my mouth…feels good to be the bad guy…”

Jongin leapt into action, his body like water, flowing through the movements like he was born to do. His eyes held yours as he flew and you knew every word of this song was meant for you. Without warning, Jongin sprung forward, pulling you up from the couch and into his arms. As the last notes faded away, you simply swayed together, enjoying each other’s nearness. 

Jongin squeezed you close and whispered words of love in your ear. You held his face between your hands and counted your blessings that this wonderful man had found his way into your life. 

You stretched on your toes to give him a kiss, only to be rudely interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. 

“Were you expecting anyone, babe?” you asked, glancing quizzically at the door.  

Jongin shook his head, just as perplexed.

You waited as he walked to the entrance and you could hear the muffled sound of a voice on the other side. The door closed and Jongin came back with a takeout container. Inside you found a feast of your and Jongin’s favorite foods–fried chicken, roasted duck, bibimbap, and tteokbokki–along with an expensive bottle of wine.  

“Did you order this?” you asked.

He shook his head, shrugging his shoulders  “No, but the delivery said it’s bought and paid for, so…” 

Across the room, Jongin’s phone lit up with a text:

“Jongin-ah, just a tip: never take cooking advice from amateurs like us. Enjoy your meal 😜.

~Chanyeol and Sehun” 

“Wow, just wow,” Jongin explained sarcastically. “Can’t trust anyone these days.”

“Except me,” you added, batting your eyelashes playfully. 

“Except you,” he agreed. “Well…shall we?” he said, motioning towards the food. 

You nodded. “Might as well,” you said with a smile. 

“Happy anniversary, jagi.” 

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[wolveswithblackpearls]

Puppy Love <3

characters: Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongin, reader

word count: ~2000

warnings: brief mention of abandoned pets but they are safe and sound in the fic itself no worries, it's all the fluffiest fluff ^~^

a/n: Happy Holidays @galaxybambamm - whichever you celebrate - 'tis me, your secret santa (Admin S, @starchild--27) ^-^ ❄️✨

I hope you are well and that you have a good time for the last couple of days of the year (and hopefully also with the little scenario i came up with :D)

this is my gift for this year's EXO-L Secret Santa event, which was wonderfully hosted by @exols-silver-christmas. Thank you so much for your dedication and hard work, once again I had a really good time participating and I hope we'll see each other again for round 4 next year ♡

Happy holidays to everyone who reads this, I hope December treats you kindly and that the new year starts all smoothly 💕✨

~

If someone asked you what your favorite thing during the Christmas holidays was, you never had to think long and hard about it. Sure, spending time with your loved-ones, not having your boss breathing down your neck everyday and the magic of the snowy scenery were all aspects you greatly appreciated but there was one thing you loved most: having time for volunteering at the local animal shelter.

When you were still in school, helping out with going on walks, grocery runs or simply enjoying playtime with the cute pets were your most-beloved hobbies, but after graduation, life just got too busy, so you could only visit maybe once or twice a month. Like that, the days around Christmas and before New Year's have been reserved for the shelter ever since. 

You could hear the yipping, whining and high-pitched barking of the puppies from outside already as you approached the main entrance of the old building that housed the shelter, and the mere sound made your heart skip two or three beats. You couldn’t wait for the tiny creatures to finally nag on the seam of your pants, eager to play around with you or to receive affectionate caresses.

With your lips stretching into a content smile you gave the entrance door a firm tug so you could slip from the chilling cold of winter into the welcoming warmth of the hallway. Quickly you shed your jacket with its last reminders of the snow outside, hanging it on the rack that was already carrying three more jackets. You wanted it to dry at least a little before you would put it on again. 

You let your eyes wander through the hall. Most of the doors were closed, like the ones which hid nursing and play rooms for puppies, kitties and occasionally bunnies, as well as a small medical station for emergencies and minor injuries that didn’t require a vet right away. Only the doors that led to the office and storage rooms had been left open, probably in a hurry. The last time you’d visited the shelter, everyone was going crazy over a cat that went missing on the day it was supposed to be adopted - turned out someone had forgotten to close the doors for a short moment, one long enough for the cat to follow its curiosity over the threshold of the playroom only to be found asleep on a pile of documents in the rather messy office.

The sound of voices and the shuffle of steps from behind one of the closed doors shifted your attention away from your memories and towards the door which led to the great playroom where both puppies and kitties were running free to explore once they were old enough to do so safely. You didn’t quite understand how it was possible for you to smile even wider but the familiar sounds of a frustrated, very human whine and an infectious laugh somehow managed to have exactly that effect on you.

With fast steps you approached the door, pushing it open carefully so none of the animals could weasel its way out while you were entering. The scene that presented itself in front of you was equally familiar to you as everything else in the shelter: there was Chanyeol, a little ball of white-brown fur curled up in his lap, as he desperately tried and tragically failed to hide dog treats from a certain energetic, black toy poodle. And there was Jongin, who sat next to his friend, laughing at his misery while running gentle fingers through the light fur of two more puppies that had curled up on the younger’s legs. 

“Hey there, guys!” you greeted them happily, “And hello to you little ones too.” You crouched down to pet the small army of kittens that had assembled at your feet. A lot of them were still quite young, too young for being adopted and too young for you to know them from previous visits. 

“Hey there yourself- Okay, okay. Here, Toben. Take the treats, it’s pointless to train you when you refuse to listen” Chanyeol pouted at the poodle and resignedly let the dog have its way, sort of forgetting to finish greeting you but you didn’t mind at all - the two of you had been friends for a couple of years now after all, always trying to visit the shelter together since you’d discovered your mutual love for animals. You were used to Chanyeol’s antics, the way he’s been trying to get into Toben’s good graces since his family had adopted the dog a few years ago from the very shelter both of you were volunteering in your free time. Soon enough, Jongin had joined your trio with endless adoration for puppies and a natural knack for dealing with dogs of any age or breed. Jongin, who interrupted fondling the baby dogs in his lap to wave at you with a happy smile before he turned to Chanyeol with the words “You know, maybe he would listen better if you didn’t always reward his lack of obedience.” 

But his friend didn’t seem to want to see reason, only huffing loudly through his nose, expressing his frustration as he handed Jongin the box with treats, challenging him to try to get the playful poodle to listen. Of course, Toben lost interest in Chanyeol the moment he had handed the treats over, now jumping and running around Jongin, who held up a treat out of the small dog’s reach and said with a stern tone “Sit!”

Toben stopped in his wild racing and sat down immediately, wagging his tail in eager anticipation. 

“I hate this dog,” Chanyeol said dryly with no bite or seriousness in his voice, and tended to the napping fluffball in his lap instead.

Giggling at the scene that had just played out, you made your way to the center of the room where your two friends were sitting and joined them on the ground, only to instantly be jumped by Toben who was hoping to get himself yet another treat if he behaved cutely (or rudely) enough. Instead, you pulled out a squeaky toy you had grabbed from a box in the hallway and carefully tossed it a little further away from your group - you didn’t want to hit one of the babies but also thought Toben could entertain himself for a little while so you had the chance to catch up with Chanyeol and Jongin and the little puppies in their laps, that you hadn’t seen around before.

“And who might these little guys be?” you cooed as you watched one of the puppies on Jongin’s leg wake up from its slumber, yawning and stretching out its little paws in the sweetest of ways. 

“They came here, I think, two or three weeks ago. Three new puppies and their mom. Junmyeon said, someone found them abandoned at a rest area near the highway and brought them over. But they are recovering very well so far” Jongin explained calmly as he re-adjusted the now awake puppy, wanting to prevent it from falling off his leg. 

Maybe you should be more used to such stories - you’ve been working with rescue cases for a long time now after all - but hearing about abandoned pets, especially puppies and especially during the colder seasons, always had your stomach dropping, your heart breaking a little every time. You had never understood how people could just drop off their pets out in the cold if they didn’t want or couldn’t afford taking care of them anymore, why they couldn’t just bring them to a shelter - that’s where the animals would end up anyway. But there was no use in getting all too angry over that, you thought to yourself as you watched the ball of light brown fur slide down Jongin’s leg after all and waddle towards you in healthy curiosity. You were here to help caring for the innocent creatures now, supporting a place that was dedicated to find them a new home - that thought never failed to bring you comfort.

“I know, it’s sad but look at the bright side,” Jongin nudged you in the side, lifting your gaze from the puppy sniffing at your shoelaces, “Chanyeol is totally in love with the little one in his lap already.”

“Yeah, there is no way I am not adopting her myself,” Chanyeol chimed in upon hearing his name. “Time for a dog that actually loves me.” And as if he had understood exactly what Chanyeol had said, Toben suddenly let out an upset bark and started running laps around his owner, who couldn’t help the dumb-founded expression on his face. Jongin and you exchanged meaningful looks at the irony of the situation. Sometimes it was very hard to believe that it was actually impossible for Toben’s behavior to be as calculated as it seemed. 

The poodle’s shrill barking had woken up the two other puppies though, so the three of you decided that it was time to take out the little one’s for an outdoor playing session. Junmyeon, who managed the shelter over the holidays and was probably bored out of his mind sorting documents in the office, had already prepared three tiny harnesses for them, complete with soft cotton applications that would provide some protection from the cold for the little rascals. You picked up the puppy that had played with your shoes before, another little girl as Chanyeol informed you, to get her ready for the outing. 

“This little princess here,” Chanyeol scratched the puppy in his arm behind her ears, “is Zzar. You know, short for Mozart.” She snuggled even closer to him. It was so adorable you almost let out a puppy-like whining sound yourself. She really seemed to be especially fond of Chanyeol, the total opposite of Toben, who never missed an opportunity to tease your friend.

“The one you are handling right now doesn’t have an official name yet, but I've named her Brahms in my head,” Chanyeol explained as he watched you fastening the straps of the little harness, before he handed you one of the leashes. 

“Of course you did,” you laughed. It would have been more surprising if he didn’t continue with naming pets after composers.

“The third one is Debussy” Chanyeol finished off his naming process, sending a cheeky grin towards Jongin.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ever call you that,” Jongin only half-whispered into his puppy’s ears, obviously with the intention of teasing Chanyeol who threw a fake punch in return - you couldn’t help chuckling at the typical habits and antics they displayed.

Something mischievous was flashing in Jongin’s eyes but before the situation could escalate into friendly but nonetheless petty bickering you loudly cleared your throat and gestured towards the scurrying puppies with a nod of your head.

“I think these babies can’t wait for their outdoor adventure time anymore,” you decided with feigned seriousness as all three puppies were leashed and more than ready to go, so the three of you grabbed your jackets and stepped into the cold air.

Everything felt so comfortably familiar as the three of you ventured outside, along the path that led to a small playground for dogs not far from the shelter. So it didn’t surprise you when Jongin dropped the box with the dog treats, the snacks scattering all over the ground. Or how Chanyeol told you with big eyes that he couldn’t tell you now what Christmas gifts he bought for his dogs because “it’s supposed to be a surprise - I can’t tell you right in front of them”. Or the way all three of you broke into a laughing fit when one of the puppies got a little too over-excited in its playfulness and stumbled over its tiny legs. 

That was how you knew, no matter how long you hadn’t seen each other, there were always things that would never ever change. ♡

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[youngjellyfishbasement]

‘um alfa bad boy’ soundtrack : new hope club [crazy]

i’m just stupid enough to love you (love you) foolish enough to care (to care) crazy enough to be crazy over you i know I’ve got a couple issues (issues) baby I’m well aware (aware) crazy enough to be crazy over you

inspired por @ladyyblue ; fanfic por @ym88

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[galoresficrecs]

[EXO] Jongin

LAST UPDATED ON: Dec 2nd, 2022

newly added ✦ || personal faves ✪ || ongoing ✑

ratings:

not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞

❧ NOT HERE SHIPS ☙

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[jongbross]

hold me close (kim jongin x f!reader)

pairing: kim jongin x f!reader

word count: 1.5k ish

genre: fluffly fluffy fluffyyy

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of death, mentions of pregnancy

a/n: i had to go to the hospital today and (because i'm delulu) i really wanted jongin with me, so i remember i had this sitting on my docs for a year now. hope y'all enjoy it <3

those arms were your safe place.

there was no other person’s embrace that could calm you down in the same intensity as jongin’s could. his warmth was enough to bring up the most diverse range of emotions inside your chest - calmness being the main one, but also excitement, happiness, reassurance, that unnamed feeling of having thousands of butterflies on your stomach. he could do it all, just from a single embrace.

you felt it the first time he hugged you from behind. you were four dates into your relationship, it was a beautiful sunday in seoul and the sun was being rough to everyone, shining so close to the earth that you were sure you would melt. jongin dragged you inside an unknown store, but as your skin felt the cold blow from the air conditioner and your nose smelled the unmistakable sweet scent of ice cream, you giggled like a little kid.

you felt him embracing you as you stood in front of the showcase, silently deciding which flavor should you try. it felt so natural, to have his body close to yours, his arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. you were much smaller than him, so you knew that position wasn’t exactly comfortable for him, but he didn’t seem to care. jongin wore a soft grin on his face the entire time, pink lips curled up.

his embrace felt so natural, brought you such a peace, that you almost didn’t recognize it the second time he hugged you.

you two had been drinking at one of his friend’s party, jongin now sure that he was completely in love with you and wanted to show you off. the night went smoothly, both of you having such a good time until something shifted - in a good way. suddenly, jongin’s eyes on you weren’t full of love but somehow full of lust; he licked his lips so many times while watching you dance and talk to some of his friends that you couldn’t even count.

the second time he back hugged you was when he found you in the kitchen of that party, pouring yourself some more alcohol. he pulled you by your waist till your back were slammed against his chest, fingers pressing your skin over your clothes. he sighed on your ear, lips glued to your lobe as he asked you if you wanted to leave the party, a bulge on your lower back telling you that he sure wanted to leave. you instantly nodded, dropping your cup on the sink and grabbing jongin’s hand, allowing him to get you out of there.

that night, jongin made love to you so many times that he felt like he had finally found his true calling in life - loving you, worshiping you. his hands couldn’t get enough of your body, his lips couldn’t get enough of your taste, and his heart couldn’t get enough of you. so he showed you, over and over again through the night, how much he wanted you and how good you made him feel until you begged him to stop, legs trembling like you didn’t think it was even possible. jongin slept peacefully beside you that night, the first thing his lips moved to tell you in the morning being an “i’m so in love with you”, followed by how much he would like to have you as his girlfriend. he promised you on his bed, fingers intertwined with yours, that he would love and take care of you; that he would give his absolutely best to be the perfect boyfriend you deserved to have, and that he would always be by your side.

and so he did, and that’s how he hugged the third time.

jongin didn’t know much about comforting people, his love language has always been actions rather than words so he cursed himself for not knowing what to tell you at that moment. losing a loved one was one of the toughest things a person could go through, he could tell that much - even from self experience. he knew way too well the weight you were sure feeling inside your chest, like your flesh was being ripped apart. he didn’t want you to feel that way.

so he hugged you. arms once again around your waist, pressing your back tightly to his chest, face buried on the back of your neck, eyes closed as he tried to emanate love and comfort to you, imagining that those were a golden coloured aura coming out of his body and penetrating yours, healing everything it came in touch with. you cried hard inside his embrace that day, letting go of your grief and pain and anger, allowing yourself to just be soothed by his touch and the little “i’m here with you” and “i’m so sorry” he whispered against your skin. and he was with you, and he truly was sorry that weren’t much he could do to help - not that he needed to do more than he already did, like being by your side through the whole situation, buying you tickets to go see your family and be with them on such a delicate moment, taking you to the airport, calling you every single day while you were away just to be sure you were okay and ask you if you needed anything else.

you did. you needed him with you, you needed his arms around you.

the fourth time you felt jongin’s back hug you was when he picked you up from the airport. you were waiting for your bags to come on the mat when you felt him smoothly wrapping your whole body with his arms, rocking you from side to side. he kissed your temple, lips soft against your skin, and you smiled. he asked you if you wanted to go to that new restaurant downtown, just the two of you, to have some time out. he chuckled as you said you didn’t, that you would rather go home and stay in with him. “it’s okay, i can cook for us. i promise i won’t burn anything this time”. you felt your heart overflow with love at those words, your soul being warmed by the cozy feeling of having someone to take care of you.

and jongin took care of you. he kept his promise to always be by your side, to be the best boyfriend he could possibly be. he made you feel loved, wanted, happy. he hugged you again the morning after his first night with you post business trip as you cooked him breakfast, he hugged you again as your favorite band sang your favorite song at the concert he took you to as a birthday gift, he hugged you again the night you two fought and didn’t let you go until you made up. he hugged you and hugged you and hugged you, through years of partnership and devotion to each other.

the last time you remember jongin embracing your body was last week, as you stared at yourself in the mirror. the baby bump was bigger now and, suddenly, all of your jeans didn’t fit anymore, so you bit the inside of your cheek while analyzing how you looked on that dress. you remembered the day you bought it online and how slightly angry you were when it arrived, because it was a size bigger than you wanted. the store didn’t refund you so you decided to just keep it - and now you were glad you did.

jongin showed up behind you, face lighting up as he saw your reflection. his cologne found the way to your nose first, and you thanked god for not feeling sick by it anymore. his lips then found their way to your neck, resting against your skin for a second, enjoying how good it felt. his arms finally found their way around your body, hands spread on your belly and thumbs rubbing circles on it, each movement a new word of love he subconsciously wanted to tell your baby. jongin’s mind went on a spiral of thoughts trying to figure out what the baby would look like - would they have your eyes or his? would their hair match his natural dark brown one or yours? would they have any birthmarks that jongin would so much adore and kiss and tickle all day? he giggled to himself at the thought, hearing the baby’s laugh so clearly inside his head. he didn’t hear you when you asked him if the dress was okay. he hummed a happy “hm?” when he realized you had talked to him. he scoffed, offended by the mere thought that you wouldn’t be the prettiest person on the event he was about to take you. he smiled when you blushed.

so jongin wrapped you a bit more tight inside his embrace, and you knew that he would never, ever let you go.

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[eomayas]

D appointment • kji (pt. 1)

part two can be found here.

pairing: jongin x f!reader, fwb relationship

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!! bit of fluff if you close one eye and tilt your head

synopsis: reader leaves her friends for a last minute dick appointment with a hot man

warnings: p in v, riding, against wall, facial (kinda), oral (f receiving) multiple orgasms, cocky/sweet/mean/teasing jongin! mentions of alcohol, but no drunkenness

jongin: u busy?

you smirk at your phone and down the shot sitting in front of you. “excuse me, ladies, but duty calls,” you say to your four friends, standing up and grabbing your bag off of the back of your chair.

“no! we’ve barely done shots!” your friend sana protests, grabbing onto your hands.

you stick out your bottom lip. “sorry, bae, but i really have to go,” you say, trying to pull away.

“for the what? to do what?” she questions, frowning up at you.

you can only smirk. “jongin,” you say, booping her on the nose and then pulling yourself out of her grasp. you know it’s fucked up to leave your closest friends for a dick appointment, but worse things could definitely happen, and they have to understand—it’s not just any dick, its dick that has you walking funny the next morning. “so sorry to leave like this, but dick awaits.” you say, blowing kisses to your friends before leaving the bar, their groans and sounds of disapproval be damned.

you stand on the side of the building and call an uber that arrives quickly. you hop in the back and reply to jongins message, your nails flying over the screen.

y/n: be there in 10

the entire uber ride, you check you appearance and reapply your lipgloss. it’s not that you needed to look good for jongin, but you wanted to. and to admit, you were nervous—you were always nervous every time you met jongin, even though it was multiple times a week and you’d done thing more than ten times so far. you meet him mostly at night, sometimes during the day, never in the morning, but always after 12pm. but you still managed to get jittery beforehand.

the uber pulls up to his apartment building, and you thank them and get out. you attempt to pull down your tiny poster girl dress, but it just slides back up as you walk over to the door and buzz his apartment. “y/n, is that you?” his voice asks through the intercom.

“yes. let me in, it’s cold,” you say, but there’s barely a breeze. the buzzer pops and you quickly enter the building and make your way to the elevator. the ride is quick, him only living on the third floor, and the walk is even shorter.

you knock and a few seconds later, he answers the door, in a white tank top, jeans, and hat. “hi,” you say, giving him a quick hug as you walk in.

“you look nice—what do you want to call this? is this a dress?” he asks, loosely holding your hand as his eyes roam over your figure.

“mhm,” you say, looking up at him. he licks his lips and raises his eyebrows.

“you always dress like this when you go out? or is this just for me?” he asks mockingly and your roll your eyes, spinning around on your toes to look at him. he can’t help but drop his gaze to your chest, where three giant cut outs expose your chest and the fact that you’re not wearing a bra.

“does it matter?” you ask, gently pushing his chin upwards. jongin looks you in the eye and nudges you against the all before dropping to his knees in front of you.

“guess not,” he says, pushing your dress up so it bunches around your waist. you sigh and mold your back against the wall, butterflies of anticipation in your stomach as he presses his fingers against your core, the material sticking to you for a bit. jongin wastes no time helping you out of them before dragging two fingers through your slit, and then pushing them inside you.

you sigh and brace yourself against the wall, looking down at him and biting your bottom lip. before you know it, his fingers are replaced with his mouth and you gasp, throwing a hand over your mouth and tilting your head back.

jongin licks and sucks, pressing his tongue into your hole. you drop the hand from your mouth push his hat off, tangling your hands in his hair. you pull at his roots, moaning out his name. you make the mistake of looking down at him, seeing as he’s already looking up at you, his eyes wide. your mouth falls open and you can feel him smirk against you. “j-jongin,” you pant, putting a leg on his shoulder.

he flicks his tongue against your clit and your vision goes spotty for a second. jongin feels your body tense and continues his ministrations, adding his fingers to the mix to push you over the edge. but he doesn’t let you get all of the way there, pulling away when your vision starts to blur just the way you like, and your legs feel weak.

it’s rude, and you gasp in horror. “fuck you! i was close!” you cry, your eyes never leaving him as he stands up and unzips his pants. you frustratedly put your hand between your legs, trying to get yourself off but you know that it’s not going to work since he’s already been down there, and it’s his and his mouth that you want.

“were you?” he asks, removing your hand from in between your legs and turning you around, pressing you into the wall. you close your eyes and put an arch in your back, waiting for him to push himself in. because he’s sweet, he doesn’t waste your time and pushes himself in with a grunt.

“oh, jongin!” you mewl, meeting his thrusts as he rocks his hips into you. he grips your hips tightly, giving himself more leverage with fucking into you.

“best pussy i’ve ever had, fuck,” he groans into your ear, slipping a hand between to the front of you to rub at your clit. you arch your back deeper at his words, reveling in the feeling of his hips slapping against your backside. the curve in his dick his that spot nicely, and has you seeing stars. “shit, y/n.” he says, rubbing on your clit faster.

he pounds into you, your cheek smooshing against the wall. your mouth is permanently dropped open, only sound you emit being breathy moans and his name. you lift one of your legs, that earlier feeling coming back into the pit of your stomach. jongin catches your leg, holding it up and widening his stance so he can get you back to the place he rudely took away from you.

“jongin, please, i’m c-close!” you beg, your chest heaving up and down as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. he’s nice, always has been to you, so he speeds up his thrusts. “shit, shit!” you cry out, that euphoric feeling washing over you as you release onto him.

“that’s right,” he grunts, still pounding into you, holding you securely around the waist with one arm while the other gropes your chest. “cum all over this dick, y/n. it’s yours.” jongin kisses your neck, his thrusts getting shallower as he feels himself getting closer. you shake in his grasp, the feeling too much, and you’re grateful when he pulls out and cums on your ass, his voice low as he curses.

“is your face okay?” he asks when you both take a moment to catch your breath. you face him and he turns the cheek that was pressed against the wall towards him. it’s red, but it doesn’t look like any real damage was done. “does it hurt?” he asks, dragging his finger tips across it lightly.

you shake your head and pull him close to you. “good. sorry ‘bout it,” he says, giving your cheek a kiss and then pressing one on your lips. you wrap your arms around his neck and let your mini make out session last a bit longer.

but jongins hard member rests heavily against your thigh, and you still have enough energy for another round. so he puts his hands underneath your ass and hoists you up, sliding into you easily. his strength and frame are contradicting. he’s skinny, as are his arms, so when you met him and agreed to start fooling around, you weren’t sure about wall sex, or even riding him, the fear of being dropped or hurting him too prevalent, until one night he told you stop bullshitting and showed you how much a skinny guy could do.

“fuck, jongin, you feel so good!” you hold onto his shoulders, grabbing at the hair at the nape of his neck. he concentrates on fucking you deep, his stamina decreasing quicker than he really intended. you can tell, so you say, “is that all you got?” yanking at his hair.

jongin looks up at you with a face that says i’m giving you EVERYTHING, but slides you down the wall and starts driving his hips upward, hitting that perfect spot again and making you scream out his name. “this enough for you?” he grunts, his hands holding onto you right enough to leave marks. “fuck, y/n. i need you to come.” he groans, licking his lips and squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to hold himself back from coming before you.

you push his hair out of his eyes and rub on your swollen clit with your fingers. it doesn’t take much, between your rubbing and his thrusting, to make you reach your climax, it springing on you quicker than you had anticipated. it’s not as intense as the first, but you can’t feel your legs.

jongin quickly sets you down and you fall to your knees, your legs too weak to hold you up at the moment. “open,” he says, his dick in front of his face as he pumps his hand up and down.

you do as asked, your mouth wide open and ready to take whatever he gives you. ropes of his cum land on your tongue and you keep your mouth open until he’s done. you swallow, keeping your eyes on him, and he breathes heavily as he watches you. jongin never made you swallow, and didn’t feel any type of way when you spit the first time you gave him head. but ever since the first time you swallowed his cum, he’s found a new kink for it. he likes watching you do it, it turns him on every time.

jongin helps you up onto shaky legs, one of his hands on the small of your back. “i’m not done with you yet,” he says, looking down into your eyes.

“i’m tired!” you whine, holding onto him. he shrugs and you pout, hoping it’ll change his mind.

“nah, you were talking shit to me. it’s your turn to prove yourself, ms. ‘is that all you got?’,” he says, slapping your ass. you only frown up at him and he gives you a shit eating grin. “let me see your foot.” he says, and you lift your leg up, holding onto him tightly as you wobble standing on one foot.

he puts your leg on his knee and unbuckles your heels for you. it’s weirdly intimate, and you ignore the pang in your heart as he gently pulls off your shoes, holding onto your ankle delicately. “thank you,” you say, wiggling your toes.

jongin nods and pull you close to him by the ass. he looks down into your eyes, and you feel like exposed under his gaze so you quickly close the distance between you and slide s hand up the back of his tank top. “you’re not getting out of this,” he mumbles against you, pulling away to raise an eyebrow at you.

“my legs hurt,” you say as he walks you backwards to the living room.

“aw,” he says, not a hint of sincerity in his voice. while he was sweet, he can still get competitive (and mean). jongin takes a seat on the couch and beckons you toward him, spreading his legs wide and holding onto the base of his dick.

you sigh and pull your dress off the rest of the way, and let it fall to the floor. you ignore jongins piercing gaze as his eyes roam over your naked body, and lower yourself onto his lap. you lift your hips up so you can slide him in, and your lips part as you take him from this angle.

letting out a breath, you sink lower onto him, holding onto his shoulders for support. “you’re moving awfully slow,” he says, pulling your hair.

“shut up,” you say, starting to move up and down on him. he rolls his eyes and laces his hands behind his head, looking at you lazily. “take this off.” you whine, pulling at his tank top. he obliges, and you rest your hands on his bare chest as you start to pick up the pace.

but your legs start to burn as quickly as you start, and after a few minutes, you’re practically just sitting on him, your chest pressed against his. “that’s all you got for me? you dont like me anymore?” he asks, holding you by the neck.

you shake your head. “my legs hurt!” you complain, grinding down on him. it only feels good for you, and you both know it, so he lets you do it for awhile longer before he gets tired.

“and you had the nerve to talk shit to me, but you can’t even ride me for longer than a minute,” he says, thrusting up into you harshly. you curse and try to match his pace with your own hips, but he quickly shuts that down. “you just sit there and let me take care of you.” he grunts, basically granting you to be a pillow princess for the rest of the night.

jongin keeps true to his word and manually bounces you on him, and soon you’re both cumming for the third time tonight. he proves to be officially worn out when even his arms can’t hold you much longer, and he melts into the couch.

you kiss his cheek before pulling yourself off of him, and grab your dress. you pull it on and walk down the hall to retrieve your underwear and the rest of his clothes. “you want me to drive you home?” he asks when you hand him his bottoms.

“please?” you ask, pulling on your underwear. you can’t help but collapse onto the couch, your body exhausted.

he looks down at you as he stands up to pull on his jeans, his eyebrows furrowed. “why are you resting when i did all the work?” he asks. you flip him off and he smiles.

“shut up, you didn’t even do much,” you lie. he scoffs and shakes his head at you.

“oh jongin, jongin, fuck me jongin!” he mocks, imitating how he thinks you sound.

you roll your eyes, but your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “you can make fun of me all you want, but i’m the best pussy you’ve ever had,” you say, standing up from the couch and pointedly looking him in the eye.

jongin doesn’t argue or deny you statement, just smiles to himself and watches you as you put on your heels. you can feel his eyes on you, so you don’t turn around when you ask him if he’s ready to drop you off.

he grabs his keys and jacket and you two exit his apartment. jongin wraps an arm around your waist, surprising you. “you look like bambi right now,” he says, glancing down at you.

all you can do is blush and lean into him, enjoying his embrace. you guys make it down to the lobby after a short elevator ride, and go out to the parking garage to get into his BMW.

the drive is short, and you guys make small talk the entire time. he pulls up in front of your condo quicker than you thought, and you unbuckle your seatbelt.

you open the door, ready to get out, but he stops you. “come here,” he says, pulling you back to him. you’re confused, and become even more shocked when he plants a goodnight kiss on your lips. you guys rarely kiss outside of hooking up, and when you part ways, it’s just a goodbye hug, or nothing but words.

pulling back, you’re a bit stunned but find the words to say goodnight, and your legs to let you out. you expect him to drive away when you step out of the car, but instead he waits for you to unlock your door, and honks once, as if to say goodbye, before he speeds off.

he’s just full of surprises.

#exo #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo x reader #exo x you #exo smut #kim jongin #kai smut #kai x reader #jongin x reader #jongin smut #jongin x you #kai x you #kai imagine #jongin imagine #jongin fanfic #kai fanfic #kai drabble

[itstheoneshot]

Handsome

Request

Summary: Being trans is hard, but every day is bearable, with Jongin by your side.

Word Count: 3.2k

Pairing: Kai x Nonbinary Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Gender Dysphoria, Body Worship.

It was the scariest day of your life, when you finally came out to your partner. You had been putting it off for months, terrified of his reaction. You went to both your doctor and your psychiatrist appointments alone, never telling Jongin what was happening. It was only days before starting testosterone treatment, when you finally broke down and told him.

“Nini, I’m transgender,” You had stuttered, “I’m nonbinary, I’d like you to use they/them pronouns for me now, and I’m changing my name.”

Nothing could have prepared you for how well this would be received. The smile on his face was enough to light up the world, and to ease every ounce of anxiety you had felt for the last few months, or even longer really, since you had been internally fighting the reality of your gender for so long.

“I love you,” He had replied with tears in his eyes, matching your own, “I’m so proud of you, and I’ll always love you.”

From that day on, Jongin accompanied you to your doctor’s appointments, and he held your hand when you had your first testosterone shot, the needle terrifying him more than it did you, though this was the best distraction from the pain, as you teased him about it while the doctor injected you.

It was cute, the questions that Jongin asked, ones you didn’t always know the answers to. Technical, scientific questions, like when will your voice drop? or when will your body change? and so many more, all of which you answered to the best of your ability, even if you had to google search for some of them.

He was your biggest supporter, every day telling you how handsome you were, helping you buy new clothes to feel better about yourself, even going as far as to offer to pay for your top surgery scheduled a few months down the track. You were so grateful to him, as the most important person in your life, his caring and kind nature kept you going every day.

———

It had been about a month of being out, when in a fit of dysphoria, Jongin finds you crying over your reflection in the bathroom mirror.

“Jagi,” He hushes you, “What’s wrong?”

You look up at yourself, your eyes are red and puffy, tear stains all down your cheeks, and then you glance at your partner’s reflection, his eyes are wide with concern for you.

“I hate how I look,” You sigh, tugging at your hair tied back in a bun, it is too feminine, “I can’t do this.”

Jongin pouts at you as he moves to untie your hair, running his fingers through it before twisting it up again, in some attempt to style it, and as upset as you are, it makes you laugh.

“Should we go to the hairdressers?” He asks, “I did some research the other day, there’s a trans-friendly salon not too far from here.”

Your heart skips a beat at the idea, it is so simple, but you are sure that it will make the biggest difference to how you see yourself, and how others do too, at least in the meantime until testosterone really changes how you look.

“Please, Nini,” You nod, “That would be amazing.”

You haven’t even finished agreeing before Jongin has his phone in his hand, dialling the number of the salon to book you in. You stare at yourself in the meantime, trying to imagine a style that will suit you best, but it’s hard, you are not feeling good at all today, especially not after all the crying.

“Can you be ready for an appointment in an hour?” He asks, “Or would tomorrow be better?”

As you stare into the mirror, you know that this can’t wait, that you would probably take clippers and shave your head if you are forced to look at yourself any longer.

“I can be ready,” You reply, “I just need to wash up.”

Jongin turns you around, forcing you to look away from the mirror and to him instead. He kisses you gently, one hand on your waist while the other holds your cheek, keeping you close to him for a moment, his way of making sure you are okay.

“I love you,” He murmurs as he slowly pulls away, “We need to leave in 30 minutes.”

You rinse your face at the sink, washing away your tears, and you dry your face with your towel, applying a little moisturiser before you exit the bathroom. Jongin is waiting for you, he has your bag in his hand, while his own is slung over his right shoulder.

“Come on, baby,” He urges you, “Let’s go.”

You take his hand, following him out to his car. You are nervous, to say the least. You know that this will be a good thing for you, it is going to make a huge difference to your self esteem and to the way that you see yourself, but you are still terrified.

Jongin can tell too, holding your hand in his while he drives, he tries to distract you with endless stories about the latest things he has been working on, group projects, another solo release, and the new collaboration he is a part of with yet another designer label. He is always so busy, and you are grateful for it, to be able to stand beside him while he gains his success, and you are able to expand on your own too, it is perfect.

“I love you,” You tell him as he parks his car on the side of the road, “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

Jongin leans over the centre console to kiss you before you both get out of the car, holding hands to cross the street to the salon. You are greeted at the door by the receptionist, and she names and genders you correctly which makes you smile wider than you have today. Jongin relinquishes his grip on your hand, moving to take a seat in the waiting area while you follow the hairdresser to her station.

“Your partner told me you’re ready for a real change,” The hairdresser says, “Were you thinking full masculine? I think you would suit an undercut, with a messy fringe, what do you think?”

You realise that you had not even got that far, but you find yourself nodding, throwing all nerves out the window as you trust the hairdresser’s opinion. You are sure that with her years of training, she would have a keen eye for the right styles to suit your face. She smiles at you reassuringly, as if she can sense your apprehension, and you try to ground yourself as she drapes the hairdressers cape around your neck.

Before she starts, you glance over at Jongin to see him staring at you, and he smiles as he catches your eye before you turn back to the mirror again. This is it, the change is happening now, you take one final deep breath before relaxing, and you watch the hairdresser as she gets to work.

You try not to focus too hard as the hairdresser does her thing, though you notice how much lighter you feel already, even without seeing the style. It takes about an hour or so, until you are sitting back in the chair after having your hair washed, and the hairdresser is doing the final touch ups after drying your hair off.

“It’s done,” She tells you, turning around to grab a mirror from her trolley so that you can see the back, “What do you think?”

It is like a different person is staring back at you, when you look up at the mirror. In a good way though, as if this is who you were meant to be all along. Sure, you still feel feminine, your features are softer than you want them to be, but the hair… It is so good.

“I love it,” You reply, unable to contain your smile, “Thank you, thank you so much.”

Jongin sees you stand, and he gets up immediately to join you. If you thought that he had looked at you lovingly before, you have no words to describe the way that he stares now.

“You look so handsome,” He says breathlessly, “Baby… wow.”

It is not often that you stun Jongin like this, and his reaction has you blushing. You take his hand, and he walks you up to the front desk where he pays for the haircut, accepting only a kiss from you when you try to convince him to let you cover the cost.

“Thank you,” You say as you lean your head on his shoulder, “Are we going home now?”

Jongin takes you a hand to your waist, leading you out of the salon and back to his car as he shakes his head.

“I was thinking we could go for lunch first,” He replies, “Unless you’d rather not?”

You take a second to think it over, and you know that though the person you were this morning would say no, you left them behind with the hair on the salon floor. You are better now, stronger, more confident, and you want to prove to both yourself and the world that you can do this.

“I’d love to,” You reply easily, “Anywhere with you is perfect.”

———

Your meal is incredible, and the way that Jongin stares at you the whole time is even more so. You are flustered under his gaze, self-conscious although you know that he means well. It is hard to accept yourself, though Jongin accepts and loves you more than ever.

“Are you right?” You ask him as you lift your hands to shield your red cheeks once you finish your meal, “You haven’t stopped looking at me the whole time.”

“I’m fine,” Jongin replies without hesitation, “I just… can we go home now?”

You are surprised but relieved at his request, more than ready to no longer be out in public, grateful that your partner is just as much of a homebody as you are. You nod your agreement as you stand up, and the two of you walk to the counter for Jongin to pay once again, before you leave the cafe together.

“You really do look incredible,” Jongin says as he turns the keys in the ignition of his car, “I hope you feel better now too, you do, right?”

“I do,” You nod at him, taking his hand again once he is on the road, “Thank you always, for everything.”

Jongin laughs, squeezing your hand in his, “Stop thanking me, loving you is the bare minimum, you deserve the world.”

It’s corny, but you don’t mind, it makes you so happy that he loves you so much, and you feel exactly the same way about him. You spend the short drive home leaning on the headrest and staring at Jongin’s side profile, forever amazed that someone as incredible as him loves you.

You are home soon, following Jongin inside, both sighing contentedly as you take your shoes off at the door. You are exhausted, lifting a hand to your head to comb your fingers through your hair and reminding yourself that it is short now, all gone, so masculine.

“One minute,” You mumble as you head off down the hallway to the bathroom, though you hear Jongin’s footsteps behind you anyway.

As you stand in front of the mirror that you were crying at only a few hours ago, Jongin resumes his stance behind you, with his arm over your shoulder to gently caress your cheek. You feel tears threatening to fall again, and you take a deep shaky breath to try and stop them.

“You are perfect,” Jongin says, “I feel like a broken record, but fuck, you are perfect.”

This time you shake your head, your insecurities surfacing once more. You are not perfect, Jongin is lying to placate you, there is nothing even close to perfect about you.

“I’m a fake,” You sigh, “I’m never going to look the way that I want to… I should just accept it.”

Jongin doesn’t hide his shock, concerned as you begin to cry once more. All of the emotions that you have been trying to hold in for so long are now coming up, and all you want to do is disappear.

“Baby, don’t say that,” Jongin replies, “Why do you think that?”

You reflect for a moment, uncertain of your answer. It is hard being this way, in a world full of people who don’t understand or accept you, how are you supposed to love yourself?

“I’m tired, Nini,” You say, “The world will never see me for who I am, I’m always going to be an outlier… I can’t do this, I hate who I am.”

Jongin doesn’t hesitate this time, turning you around to face him, so that you can no longer look at yourself. The way that he looks at you is enough to leave you breathless, the love in his eyes is enough to fill your whole world, but it is hard to get out of your head, it is so fucking hard to find a way out of the negative spiral you are in.

“I love you,” Jongin proclaims, “All of you, my handsome, beautiful partner. You deserve to see yourself the way that I see you, and not care about the rest of the world.”

It is sudden, when he kisses you, and you cling to him as if he is your life force. Fists balled in his shirt as you kiss him back, your tears fall in a steady stream down your cheeks, but you are trying not to be sad anymore.

“The people who matter will accept you,” He continues between kisses, “And if they don’t accept you, they don’t matter.”

He’s right, you know that he is, but you still care, it is ingrained in you to base your worth off the perception of others. It’s getting harder though, to think, as Jongin continues to kiss you, as you feel the back of your thighs hit the bathroom counter. Jongin’s hands are in your hair, his fingers lazily examining the now shaved back and sides, and it tickles, euphoric.

“Baby, you’re incredible,” He murmurs, nipping gently at your bottom lip, “You look so fucking hot like this.”

You gasp into the kiss, giggling as he lifts you up off the ground and guides you to sit on the counter. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you, moving your hands to his broad shoulders as the kisses grow deeper.

“Tell me again,” You stutter, “Make me believe you, please.”

Jongin had been waiting for you to ask, this is evident, as with each kiss he grinds into you, and you can feel how hard he has grown. His hands are less gentle now, working to pull your t-shirt off, and eagerly tugging at the button and fly of your jeans.

“You’re perfect,” He repeats, as you lift your hips up, giving him access to tear your jeans down your legs, “You deserve the world, you are everything to me.”

His compliments flow so easily, and you allow yourself to take them, as if they are natural to you, as if you believe them, in this moment not caring whether you really do or not. All you care for is him, how badly you want him, and how badly you want to see yourself how he does.

“I love you,” He continues, his hands on your thighs to spread them apart once you are both completely naked, your back against the mirror, “I’ll always love you, all of you.”

You move your hands to his waist as he comes closer to you, each second growing needier than the last, each word he says echoes the way that you feel about him. You think he is perfect, and you will always love him too.

“I need you,” You whine, “Please, Nini… don’t want to wait.”

As his hands travel further up your legs, you whimper into his mouth in anticipation, and your hands instinctively reach for his cock, certain that you are ready, not caring if it is going to hurt at all.

“Jagi,” He replies, his fingers tracing tantalisingly slow over your core, “Fuck, you are so wet already.”

You grab his forearm, forcing his hand as you try to pull him closer to you, with your other hand in his hair to keep him kissing you, and you lock your ankles behind his knees to close the remaining distance between you.

“Just fuck me already,” You demand, “Come on, you know you want it too.”

Jongin chuckles, though you watch his pupils dilate, he loves it when you get bossy with him, and he happily obliges your order. His hand moves to on top of yours wrapped around his cock, and he guides you to line him up with where his fingers were teasing only a few moments ago.

“Oh,” You gasp, attempting to meter your breathing as he enters you, “Oh shit.”

He is slow at first, as expected, gentle as he thrusts forward until you take him in all the way, letting you adjust to his size while he too adjusts to the tightness, though you know it will get easier soon as you remind yourself to relax.

“I’ve got you,” Jongin soothes, as he pulls back to then thrust in again, “Fuck, baby, oh god you feel so good every time.”

You are rendered almost speechless as Jongin speeds his movements up, the pattern and rhythm is perfect, as always. Jongin moves his hand to the back of your head, protecting you from knocking it into the mirror as he fucks you harder, each thrust has you crying out for him louder than the last.

“Fuck,” You gasp breathlessly, “Shit, Nini, you hit so fucking deep like this.”

All you can focus on is him, as he continues to praise you, telling you every detail about you that he loves, leaving nothing unsaid. He fills your heart with his words as perfectly as he fills your cunt with his cock and you feel yourself so close to the edge, though you are sure that Jongin will not slow down.

“Please, my love,” Jongin moans, pressing his forehead to yours, and you can feel the sweat beaded on his brow as it touches yours, “I need you to cum for me, don’t hold back, okay?”

It isn’t hard to obey him, you needed this just as much, and his words are the key to your release as much as the way that he fucks you is. You feel yourself begin to convulse before your high comes to peak, moaning Jongin’s name against his lips as he fucks you perfectly through it, his own release following mere moments later.

“I love you,” You manage to speak, “I love you so much.”

Jongin’s chest heaves as he attempts to catch his breath upon slowing down, though he does not make an attempt to pull out of you just yet.

“I love you too,” He replies, “My beautiful, handsome life partner. I love you, every single part of you.”

You are blessed, and you know it. Despite the hardships that you face due to being transgender, Jongin is there for you through it all. You know that this life is not always easy, but you are even more sure of the fact that your beautiful partner will be there for you at the end of every day. To pick you up, to make you smile, and to remind you that you are loved and supported, no matter what.

#exo #exo fanfic #exo smut #kai #kai fanfic #kai smut #exo Kai #exo kai fanfic #exo Kai smut #Jongin #Jongin fanfic #Jongin smut #Kim Jongin #Kim Jongin fanfic #Kim Jongin smut #exo x reader #kai x reader #Jongin x reader #Kim Jongin x reader #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop smut

[peachesvanilla]

kisses #2

pairing: Jongin x reader

genres: pure fluff, friends to lovers (and this is plain make out)

inspiration: his new vlog and slidin' song

“Are you sure about this?” Jongin asks a millionth time, pointing the remote at the television screen. A ghost crawling on the ground picture illuminates his room enough that I see the concern written all over his face in the dark. “You don't have to force yourself because of me.” He presses my thigh once. 

“Got it. Now play.” I fold my legs under my thighs readying myself for the two hour movie. “You are here. I’ll just hold onto you.” I mumble pulling my (Jongin’s) long tee so that my bare legs are tucked under it. Not getting any reply from him I look at his side. 

He is staring at me, eyes roaming from my bare shoulder as his tee sleeve drops off my shoulder to my feet tucked beneath me. He licks his lips once, closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I’m starting it. No backing down now.” He mumbles under his breath, clicking on the play button. 

I hum. The movie starts out with a couple moving to an isolated house which I never understand. Don’t they know it’s the start of everything doomed? I put my feet down on the floor, feeling numb from staying in the same position for a period of time. The couple finds an old rusted diary with weird symbols and scribbles. I lean into the screen trying to get a better view of the symbols. Jongin shifts in his seat, he is feeling the horror too, doesn’t he? I snort. So much for saying he isn’t scared of anything. 

A loud bang from the movie startles the hell out of me, my heart hammering against the ribcage. I reach out to his idle hand, holding onto it for my dear life. He groans. There’s blood everywhere on the screen, someone was slaughtered and the couple are trying to figure out whose dead body it is. I don’t think I can take the visuals anymore. I turn to Jongin to tell him to stop the movie when he crashes his lips on mine. 

He sucks my lower lip, slowly taking his own time. I curl my hand around his nape, slipping my fingers into his hair. He pauses, his eyes on the wetness of my lips. Pushing me back onto the couch he hovers over me. His knee wedged between my thighs, dangerously closer to the area aching for him, where no one ever laid hands and all I want is him taking it and owning it. 

His breath hits my lips, his eyes rover across my face, a growl escaping from his plump lips as he ducks down to my chest, kissing the swell of my breast. My tee slid down my shoulder, baring my cleavage to his eyes. His lips run across the visible bare skin to my neck. 

I pull on his hair, squirming under him, suffocating heat spreading across my body and I can’t find relief. He claims my lips again, now deepening it. His tongue penetrates into my mouth, I clamp my legs shut with his thigh in between. 

The urgency in the kiss increases once I rub myself on his thigh seeking the relief I am desperate for. He slips his hand under my tee, trailing his fingers in a caress. He unhook my bra clip, pressing his thigh closer making me moan. 

His fingers slide across the side of my breast, a shiver runs down my body in response. He breaks our kiss, a string of saliva connecting our lips. His dark eyes blown out, under a haze. 

I pant catching my breath, closing my eyes in ecstasy as I rub myself off on his thigh. 

“Fuck.” His voice breaks me out of my reverie. He squeezes my breast, I moan out his name loud. He groans, dropping his head on to my shoulder. 

A loud scream from the movie startles us, breaking away the moment when I’m about to seek my relief. I blink at him with wide eyes, realizing what I have been doing. My face burns in embarrassment. 

Jongin chuckles, pressing light kisses on my lips, slipping his hands away from my tee. “I’m dying to do this to you.” He whispers. “And god,” he smiles, “isn’t the wait worth it.” He leans down biting on my lower lip once before letting me off the hook. 

#kai #kim jongin #kai x reader #jongin x reader #kai fluff #jongin fluff #kai imagines #kai fanfic #jongin fanfic #exo drabble #exo fanfic

[seawitch62]

An uneasy air traveler, mix in alcohol and an unknown fellow traveler.

Genre fluff, word count 920.

          Flight 472.

Why me? First off everyone knows my fear…well dislike of flying, I don't even know this guy!

Honestly! Others were begging for this job, practically drooling at the mention of his name, hell what was it again? Where are my notes, crap.

I will Google him at the hotel.

'Where is the bartender?'

"Another the same please" pointing to the empty glass.

Sipping on her freshly served Bloody Mary, the third since arriving at the airport lounge.

"Only compensation is flying first class" she says aloud twirling the straw.

 "Flight 472 is now boarding", her thoughts interrupted by the announcement.

"Okay you can do it" she utters as she finishes her drink and heads to  board her flight. 

■

A slight buzz to take the edge off, valiantly handing over required papers to the stewardess.

 "Enjoy your flight" with a slight stumble and nod the path to the aeroplane is now accessible.

■

"Vacant, can I be so lucky?" She mumbles.

A late passenger is ushered to his seat, the vacant seat.

'I guess not!'.

"This is your Captain speaking…" 

'I need another courage juice'

'Please fasten your seatbelts'

As the plane takes off, news stories of crashes run rampant.

Squeezing the arm rests for, who knows why? As if that would protect you!

Finally the plane levels off, the stewardess busily offering drinks and peanuts.

"Bloody Mary please" when asked if she would like a beverage.

Glancing at the guy who is now occupying the once vacant seat.

'Not Bad' she tells herself. 

Digging into her bag, she retrieves her notebook and mentally goes over the notes she scribbled, the boss offering these pearls of wisdom.

'Boring!'

The guy is dreamily looking out the window, I wish I  had the window seat! Well easy access to the bathroom I guess having the aisle seat.

"Another drink?" "Yes please"

Why is the plane shaking? Are we going to crash? She mentally screams to herself.

"Turbulence" a masculine voice, breaks through her disaster scenarios.

Looking at him, she smiles grimly.

"Just typical, I should not even be on this flight!"

"Why?" He asks softly 

"I am on my way to do an interview, with this singer"

"Anybody I know?"

Getting her notebook, she glances at her notes.

"Kim Jongin also known as Kai, from Exo" looking at him expectantly.

"I'm told he was also in SuperM and a soloist".

"Yes I've heard of him, I'm told he is quite good!"

Looking around as if on some super covert mission, finishing her drink she leans in close.

"I begged for the boss to pick someone else, hell I've never heard of this dude before!"

"The boss said 'perfect' I won't be biased ".

"Really?" Her traveling companion injects.

"I'm going to have to Google this guy and go to the interview and pretend I'm his biggest fan" she groans.

"Pretend?" He asks bemused.

Whispering "egos".

"They love their egos stroked" she continues in a normal tone.

"That's a trade secret, can you keep a secret?"

"Yes" 

"I prefer interviewing real people"

"What entertainers aren't real people?" He asks, puzzled.

"Well of course they are, but then again some I've interviewed, I thought I should check for a pulse" she laughs at her own humour.

"Yes I would love another drink"

"Thank you"

"Chicken or Lasagna?"

"Chicken please "

The food isn't half bad, better than I expected.

Trying to cut with plastic utensils is not easy at any time, hands under the influence of alcohol well not a great combination.

Broccoli scoots from the dinner tray and lands on the legs of the good looking guy seated beside her.

"OMG I am sorry" as she picks up the stray broccoli flower.

Dipping her napkin in her glass of water, she rubs strenuously the stain on  his trousers.

"Hey it's okay, let me"

As he takes the napkin from her active fingers.

Apologizing profusely, the stewardess enquiries if everything is okay?

"Yes yes just a slight accident" he calmly relates.

Dinner trays collected,  budding Lois Lane contemplates her strategy for her upcoming interview.

Blank, my mind is blank!

"The true art of being a successful celebrity, answering all the mundane questions put forth by fans and the press" she states.

"Making them believe you are not bored to tears being asked repetitively the same assine  questions over and over and answering with a warm genuine response"

"Please fasten your seatbelts"

"What?"

The plane jerks overhead luggage moving to the rhythm of turbulence.

"They say planes are safer than automobiles" 

"Just some turbulence" he states.

As the aeroplane dances, her deep seated fear of flying escalates. 

Seizing his hand she squeezes and holds on like her life depends on it.

The Captain navigates his plane through the air pocket with expert control, once more, smooth sailing.

"You can let go now" he gently tells the frightened woman beside him.

"Hmm..what?...I am so sorry!"

Removing her hand from his, "I..I"

"This is your Captain speaking we will begin our descent.."

■

The plane lands with a soft thud, the all clear is given to exit the plane.

Struggling to grab hold onto her belongings in the overhead compartment, her fellow traveler helps her while he collects his possessions.

"Thank you"

"My pleasure"

Smiling at him "you made this flight enjoyable, my thanks".

He smiles, one of mischief.

"I never did introduce myself, Kim Jongin also known as Kai".

"I will be seeing you soon" he winks as he walks off the plane.

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