is it okay to request a domestic jin x reader where he's the neighbor, i want it to be fluff and sfw :3
—★ my new neighbor
domestic neighbor!jin kazama x reader
content: sfw, fluff, cuddling, domestic neighbor au
you moved into your new apartment on a quiet sunday afternoon, expecting nothing more than silence, unpacking, and maybe a few phone calls from family. what you didn’t expect was your next door neighbor, jin kazama. most days, he kept to himself—quiet footsteps in the hallway, soft nods when you pass by, a low “hello” spoken with politeness. he didn’t intrude or pry. he simply existed beside you, calm and distant like a warm shadow. but every so often, when you caught him unlocking his door or coming back from one of his long evening walks, he’d offer a gentle smile. small, almost shy—but real. you liked that about him.
today though… today was different. you stood outside your door with three heavy grocery bags putting weight into your arms. the key refused to cooperate, twisting halfway and then stopping with a click. “come on,” you muttered, shifting the bags. a quiet voice then spoke behind you. “let me help.” you turned—and nearly dropped everything. jin was standing a few feet away, hair slightly messy from the wind, expression calm but concerned. before you could protest, he lifted two of the bags with ease, like they weighed nothing.
you finally unlocked the door, stepping aside so that he could enter. he set the bags neatly on your kitchen counter and straightened up as if afraid to touch anything else. “thank you,” you said, still breathless from carrying the bags. “um- would you like a snack? as thanks?” jin paused. you could see the hesitation, but then he softened. “…i’d like that.” he sat at your table while you pulled out some snacks. conversation came surprisingly easy. jin didn’t talk much, but the way he listened and was attentive to what you’re saying made you happy. he relaxed into the chair, posture easing up for the first time since you’ve met him. you liked that too.
it became a habit. sometimes you cook too much. sometimes you bake too much. and jin—always polite, always a little hesitant—would accept your invitations. he’d show up at your door with a small knock. “thank you,” was always the first thing he said. and gradually, he changed. his shoulders loosened up when he sat at your table. his voice got warmer. sometimes he’d even smile at your jokes, a small curve of his lips that made your stomach flutter. it felt peaceful—like you’d let sunlight into his life without realizing it.
then the storm hit. thunder cracked the sky like a whip, rain hammering the windows. the power flickered once, twice… then died. you swallowed hard in the sudden darkness. your phone flashlight helped a little, but every thunderclap made you flinch. a knock startled you so badly you nearly dropped your phone. you opened the door—and there he was. jin, holding a small flashlight, clothes slightly damp from the rain. “are you alright?” he asked gently. “y-yeah,” you said. “just… a little jumpy.” he looked inside your dark apartment, then back at you. “would it be alright if i came in?” “yes,” you answered instantly, stepping aside. he entered, setting the flashlight aside on the table so it cast a warm glow across the room. with him here, the storm felt… less terrifying.
you tried to sleep, you really did. but every time the thunder rolled over your head, you jumped awake again. you lay stiffly in bed, knowing jin was sitting quietly on the couch, keeping watch like some guardian. another boom rattled the building. you whimpered before you could stop yourself, then footsteps approached your bedroom door. “are you awake?” jin asked softly. you nodded—even though he could barely see it. he steps closer, voice low and gentle. “if it helps… you can hold onto my arm.” your breath caught. “you don’t- you don’t have to-” “i don’t mind,” he said. so jin laid beside you on top of the covers, offering his arm. you hesitated for a moment before curling your fingers around it. he froze at first—surprised, maybe shy—but then he exhaled, the tension leaving his body. you drifted off instantly.
sunlight greeted you. jin’s chest was against your cheek, his arm was around your waist. your legs were tangled together like you’d done this a thousand times. and then his eyes opened. you both stared, and jumped apart like you’ve been electrocuted. “i- i apologize,” jin stammered, face burning. “i didn’t mean- i must’ve fallen asleep-” “no, no, it’s- it’s fine,” you said quickly, cheeks hot. “i’m sorry too, i didn’t think-” he rubbed the back of his neck, flustered. you couldn’t remember ever seeing jin kazama so red. he stood awkwardly near the door, avoiding eye contact. “the storm passed,” he said quietly. “i should head back, but… thank you for letting me stay.” he bowed his head shyly and slipped back to his apartment.
the moment the door shut, you fell onto your bed and covered your face. you could still feel the warmth of him, smelling his scent that was left behind on your bed. meanwhile, in his apartment, jin sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his arm where you clung onto him. he lifted his fingers to his lips, unable to top the tiny, embarrassed smile forming there. you both thought of the same thing—and that felt really nice.
content: sfw, fluff, headcanons, lee and reader are married and have two children
family details: gin (eldest son, 19 yo), akashi (youngest daughter)
the morning starts with chaos—the good kind. akashi wakes up at 6 am because she’s bouncing to give her daddy his present. gin is half asleep carrying wrapping paper and a mini combot toy he spent way too much time picking out.
you organize everything because the kids are useless without direction. lee has no idea any of this is happening because he sleeps like a prince with silk sheets and zero awareness.
as soon as lee walks into the living room, akashi jumps at his legs. “daddy!! happy father’s day!!” he immediately softens, picking her up like she weighs nothing.
akashi gives him the drawing she worked on for two days straight. the drawing includes the whole family! lee is drawn extra sparkly (because she says “daddy is shiny”). lee gets all dramatic, putting a hand over his chest like he’s been shot. “sweetheart, this is… excellent!” he says in that savvy voice.
gin tries to hand over his gift like he isn’t nervous. he bought lee a miniature combot robot because it reminded him of his dad’s past inventions. he acts casual like “it’s nothing big,” but secretly hopes lee will like it.
lee pretends to judge the toy at first, “hm… a toy for a man of my stature?” two seconds later he’s pressing every button and smiling like a kid. he places it on a shelf of ‘important things,’ right between his custom perfume and a framed photo of the kids.
he pulls both kids in for a dramatic family hug. gin groans and insists he’s too old for this. akashi clings to lee’s neck like a koala. lee kisses both their heads like the affectionate, dramatic dad he is.
you get the softest look when lee turns to you. he kisses you gently and murmurs a quiet “thank you.” lee may be extra, but when it comes to his family, his love runs deep.
breakfast is filled with teasing. they’re all sitting down at the table while gin is saying “don’t let the combot malfunction.” lee replied with “don’t be jealous that my toy is more obedient than you.” with a stylish grin.
akashi sits on lee’s lap the whole time, proudly guarding her drawing. lee tells every servant that walks by—“look at this, my daughter is an artistic prodigy. admit it.”
the whole day is peaceful, warm, and full of love. lee spends time with you, plays with akashi, and talks to gin about growing into the person he wants to be.
before bed, he tucks both kids in. lee leaves them each with a forehead kiss. he whispers to himself, “thank you for making me the luckiest father in the world.”
content: nsfw, smut, no plot, size difference, dub-con, rough dom devil jin
there was no warning. one second your kissing jin—soft, warm, human. the next, his breath hitches, his eyes flared red, and everything changes. black feathers explode around you as wings emerge in the dark, brushing your skin with soft yet sharp edges. his hands—now claws—grab your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “mine.” he snarled. before you can react, he pins you to the bed—hard—spreading your thighs with strength no human should have. his pupils glow, burning into you. you could also see two sharp horns protruding from the sides of his head. “this body…” his claws trace up your inner thigh, slow and threatening. “…belongs to me.”
he doesn’t ask for permission, he claims. his mouth crashes onto yours—hungry, consuming, tongue forcing past your lips like he needs to taste every part of you. your breath gets stolen instantly. “mmph-!” you pull back, gasping for air, but not for long as he kisses you deeper again. he then drags you down the bed, closer to him, like you weigh nothing. he slid his pants off and tore yours away, aligning himself with your entrance. you can tell he’s slightly bigger than jin. with no hesitation, no warmup, he slams into you so deep you cry out, back arching violently. he growls at the sound.
his wings wrap around you, creating a cage of heat, trapping you under him, the tips of his feathers brushing your ankles as he thrusts into you again—harder, deeper. his pace is brutal—not cruel, but desperately possessive, like he’s been starving for you and finally snapped. your nails dig into his back, dragging over muscle and feathers. he shudders, red eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a snarl. “louder.” his voice shakes the air. “let me hear who you belong to.” he grabs your legs and folds you almost in half, your knees pressed against your chest as he pounds into you with inhuman strength. the angle is ravaging—deep enough that your vision blurs.
his wings shudder behind him with every thrust, feathers ruffling with each sharp movement. when you whimper his name—he freezes. just for a second. then his expression twists into something dark and hungry. “say it again,” he commands. you whisper, “jin…” and he completely loses it. he pulls you down onto him, slamming you into his hips over and over until you’re shaking, barely able to breath, the sound of skin on skin contact echoing the room. claws grip you hands above your head, pinning them effortlessly, his breath hot on your throat.
he bites, not hard enough to break skin—but hard enough to mark. “jin… i’m about to-” you moan, but he silences you with another deep, claiming kiss, savoring every tremor. “shhh… me too…” jin growled. you cry out as you come undone, body trembling. he finishes inside you with a low growl, pulling you tight against him. his wings folded around the both of you like a cocoon, his chest heaving, his voice low and wrecked. “you’re mine.” he murmurs against your neck, “even when i’m human… i’m still yours.” he stays inside you until the red glow in his eyes finally fades—and jin blinks awake, panting, realizing what the devil did. he kisses you softly, “i hope… i didn’t hurt you.”
content: nsfw, smut, praise, size difference, soft dom jin
you didn’t expect him to show up at your place this late at night. his hair slightly damp from training, jacket halfway unzipped, eyes occasionally drifting somewhere as if holding something back. “can i come in?” he asked quietly, almost nervous. you let him inside, when the door closed he gave out a shaky exhale. then he stopped close, just close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. “i need to tell you something,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper, looking down at you. “when i’m around you, the devil gene… quiets down. i feel—safe.”
your heart nearly drops into your stomach. he lifted his hand, almost hesitating, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “can i… kiss you?” he asked. you nodded, and—god, jin kissed you like he’d been holding back for years. his hand cupped the back of your neck, drawing you toward him, chest pressed against yours, breath shaky. he then pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “i want this, but only if you want it too.” he whispered. you tugged his jacket closer, whispering, “i do.”
that’s all it took. jin picked you up, hands under your thighs, carrying you to the bed with focused strength. he laid you down gently, hovering over you, eyes soft but hungry. “you sure?” another whisper. you pulled him down by the jacket again, signaling that you’re sure. that was the moment his restraint snapped. his mouth found your neck—kissing, bruising, biting—getting more and more needier. his hands explored every inch of your body, like he was memorizing it. he paused for a moment, wanting to take your clothes off. you helped each other discard the clothes you were wearing, throwing them somewhere in the room.
jin kept pausing, checking your eyes, waiting for the smallest nod to keep going, and he did. he soon slid a finger in your wet core, moving slowly at first, then increasing the pace, causing you to arch your back. “a-ah, jin!” you moaned, holding onto his left hand that was beside you for support. he then inserted another finger, causing you to moan loudly. jin paused for a second, scared that something happened, then soon realized you were enjoying this, continuing to finger you. “jin, i-i’m gonna cum-!” you signaled, causing him to go faster. “good, almost there…” jin replied, breathlessly.
“mmph- jin!” you arched your back as you came. jin pulled out his fingers as you were catching your breath. “are you ready now?” jin asked, aligning himself at your entrance. your eyes widen a bit from his size, contemplating if it’ll fit or not. you nod your head yes and he soon grabbed your hips for support, pushing his fat tip into your entrance. “ooh- jin!” you cried out. he was halfway in now, “god… you feel—so good-” jin grunted. he was finally fully in when he moved slowly at first, so slow it nearly broke you. he was picking up the pace now, every thrust being careful, controlled, gentle—like he was holding himself back with everything he had.
he bent down to your neck, giving a few kisses. “you’re doing great,” he whispered. “i don’t want to hurt you, tell me if it’s too much.” you wrapped your legs around him in response, pulling him deeper. that’s when he finally lost control. his pace shifted—still gentle, but deeper, and much more intense. his mouth kept finding yours, kissing you between breathless gasps. he let go of your hips to pin your hands above your head, intertwining his fingers with yours as he thrusts deeper, panting your name like a prayer.
“jin- i’m getting close-!” you moaned out, “m-me too…” jin grunted. after a few more thrusts you finally came undone, moaning jin’s name. jin’s thrusts were becoming a bit sloppy until he came, burying his face into your neck, body slightly trembling. afterwards, he stayed inside you, breathing in your scent, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. “thank you,” he whispered. “for trusting me.” he then kissed your forehead and held you until you slept.
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