Jinx x reader with a reader whos both very touch starved and touch adverse due to a terrible upbringing. Both are aware and reader slowly trying to overcome until one day they go up to their gf and go "Fuck it. Hug me. Im tired of being scared." Jinx does and they find it so damn nice they just melt into her and now they cant get enough of her.
I love this idea!! I feel like theyâd have really cute first moments together too! Both of them being careful and cautious of each otherâs boundaries.
a/n: I loved writing this so much it also just reminded me of how touch starved I actually am : D
You were making your way back to Jinxâs hideout, ducking and dodging from anyone that even seemed to be too close. Pulling back your hood once youâd made it and carefully walked over to her work bench where your beautiful blue haired girlfriend sat. Legs crossed in her chair, music blaring echoing of the walls, and sparks flying in front of her googles.
You stood for a moment just admiring her, how diligently she worked on her next project, how her blue locks draped over her lean shoulder to floor, how her cloudy tattoos seemed to glow around her torso and arms.
You walked silently up behind her doing you best to not alert her. Peering over her shoulder you couldnât see her new project, only her paint cover hands tinkering with the object before her. You watched her work, in awe over the fact that sheâs actually your girlfriend. That out of all people in Zaun she chose you, she trusts and loves you the most.
As if she could hear the thoughts in your head, she turned around bouncing from excitement at the sight of you. She smiled wildly while raising up her googles.
âHeya Sugar, didnât hear ya come inâ She giggled which sounded like music to your ears.
âSorry didnât mean to interruptâ You nervously rubbed at the back of your neck. âWhatâre you working on?â
Her bright blue lit up like Christmas lights on a tree. âOH! This?â She held up a rose made of different metal scraps and gears, wielded together and painted in a mix of her favorite neon colors.
âItâs a rose!â She laughed getting up to stand in front of you. Her bright baby blue eyes searched yours for any discomfort. âCan I?â She whispered looking from the rose to you. You nodded wordlessly your eyes never leaving hers as she slowly pushed the metal flower into your hair before pulling back.
âThere! A flower for my flower!â She bubbled bouncing on the heels of her shoes and you heard the beautiful melody of her yet again. It rang in your ears filling your chest with butterflies and an yearning for the blue haired girl before you.
âJinx?â You breathed out. âHm?â She tilted hear to side as she stared at you blankly.
âC-can I hug you?â You pleaded your eyes looking down nervously at her shoes. Softly her delicate fingers found yours wrist wrapping around them warming your skin beneath them. âOf course, Angelâ She smiled gently bringing you closer, your arms wrapped around her slim waist and hers around your neck.
Your body warmed at under touch, she was so soft youâd thought sheâd actually turned into a cloud. Your eyes closed as you melted in her gentle arms, not understanding how hugging someone could feel so just amazing. âIf I knew itâd be like this iâd have been in her armâs soonerâ
She hummed lowly against your ear, sending a new wave of butterflies through you. âThat feel good Toots?â Her painted nails gently played and ran through the hair at the back of your neck.
You nodded pulling her closer as humanly possible as if you couldnât get enough of her. âStay like this? Forever?â You mumbled against her shoulder.
She grinned hugging you tighter and her soft laughs grazed your ears once again. âFor as long as you need, Trinketâ