I wrote some more J9 stuff because everyone was asking for it. (Not true it was just me, I ‘m the only one asking for it.)
But this time it’s smutty and NSFW so I’m just linking it because I don’t want tumblr to get mad so if you want to read it
H E R E I T I S
(Just so we’re clear, I’m not that great at smut so don’t set your expectations too high. It’s enjoyable none the less!)
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Nine's skin, in Joongs humble opinion, was a work of art. So soft, supple and pale. Perfect for laying color, holding it and then showing it off for the world to see.
In short, Nine's skin was the perfect canvas for small kisses, nibbles, and sucking kisses that border the line of pleasure and pain - but Joong can't resist. Who would? Joong couldn't. Because Nine sucks in air through his teeth and lets out a whine that borders a whimper that causes Joong's body to stir with feelings that aren't safe for anywhere but the bedroom and all he can think about is doing it again. and again. and again. Until Nine is left a mess under his lips.
The noises that Nine makes will forever be his kryptonite.
Everyone single one of them, from his angry voice to his soft whispers and everything in between. He might be a weak man for Nine and he's ok with that fact.
Nine looks over his phone at Joong, his cheeks soft with exhaustion and eyes tired but his lips stretched into a smile that was only for Joong. His heart skipped a beat or two at the sight.
Joong's eyes trailed down Nines jaw and to his neck, long and lean, clean from any marks. It was a sad sight and Joong lips ached to fix it. Joong lips ached most days to merely touch brush against the endless planes of Nines body though, so it wasn't anything new.
Joong could, and has before, spend hours mapping Nines body with his teeth, tongue, and lips. Maybe not in that order. Most nights he dreams about it, the feeling of Nine under his touch, his lips. He can't help himself. Nine's skin was like irresistible mochi.
And the fact that Nine favored being shirtless when they were out of public view, well that didn't help at all, not one single bit.
Anyone fancy some J9 fluff. Beucase I did. So I wrote some. Soft Nine in a big hoodie just makes me soft.
Nine huffs as he throws his clothes to the ground. They slop against the ground. Disgusting. He scowls at them as he shuffles on the balls of his feet waiting for the water to heat up.
It just had to be a bad day. Because of course, why not.
He had woken up late, forgotten to eat breakfast nor did he remember to bring a snack so he suffered through both of his morning classes with the constant -and annoying- growls of his stomach. Like get a grip tummy, it's not that bad.
He grabbed a granola bar from the vending machine before his next class only to have someone bump him and drop it on the ground. It was already open too. So that was a lost cause immediately. He sighs, fist clenched, it's whatever. He'll eat later.
He steps into the water, shivering at the immediate temperature difference. He skin raising, prickling as it shifts to a more regulated temperature.
He forgot to print off his paper so he had to scramble to find a printer to do that before his class started. Which apparently the closest printer to this class was in on the top floor because the one on the bottom floor, where he was, was broken. So seven flights of stairs later he printed off his paper, ran down the seven flights of stairs only to see that someone had stolen his favorite seat. He couldn't really be mad, there wasn't assigned seating. but he was mad because that was his seat. He huffed into the next best seat.
Then, because everything else wasn't enough, the universe allowed one more thing to happen.
He rinses his hair before grabbing his soap and poof shower loofah, lathering it up with probably more soap than necessary before scrubbing his skin.
He had been walking down the street, Joong not far off smiling at him as he waited when a guy ran right into him. Coffee splashes everywhere and they tumbled down. Straight into a muddy puddle. It had been raining all night and there were puddles everywhere so he should have known this was the universe's plan from the beginning.
Nine sighs, trying to decide which the worse feeling was, the scolding coffee or the freezing muddy water. Both, he concluded.
The guy scrambles up shouting a 'sorry' before bolting somewhere.
Nine sighs. He sighs, lip trembling just a little. Because today sucked. And when the day sucks one is allowed to want to cry. There has to be some kind of unwritten code about it, he's sure.
"P." Nine frowns at the soft look and Joong is already helping him up before he can say anything else. They don't talk about the leaking mess he's trailing or the splosh of his shoes against the pavement. Joong stays close, not touching but Nine can feel the warm palm hovering over his back.
Nine scrubs his skin just a little harder. His chest feels heavy because sometimes you can be mad and sad and hate everything. He's allowed that he thinks. A few tears slip out mixing immediately with the water as if they never existed, to begin with. and that's ok, It helps. He doesn't feel as tense. A few more fall out and he feels more relaxed now. The tension released if only just some.
He rinses before stepping out of the shower. His clothes have disappeared, replaces with fresh warm clothes and he gulps thickly because damn, he really loves Joong sometimes.
He grabs a thick towel, drying off quickly so he can throw on the clothes. The pants are his he knows but the hoodie.
He shuffles out of the bathroom, the steam letting out a weak puff as he opens the door.
"Joong?" He receives a lazy hum in reply. "Hoodie?"
Joong looks over to him, a shine flashes in his eyes for a moment before he smiles, softly. Like Nine is something precious. Nine feels that.
They share clothes, that's nothing new. But sometimes it's more than that. Sometimes it's Joong holding open his arms, pulling him close. Rubbing his back. Nuzzling the crown of his head before he drops a kiss. Sometimes it's Joong pretending that he's not tickling Nine until he is and Nine feels a few tears roll down his cheeks.
"If you don't stop tickling me right now, I won't kiss you for the rest of the week." The fingers freeze but only for a moment as if Joong is debating the reality of the threat before continuing.
Joong laughing louder. They both know it was an empty threat.
Sometimes it's just Joong being Joong as he leans over Nine, checks red with laughter as he says;
"You're so unbelievably beautiful-" Joong laughs at Nines glare before he adds "And handsome, always so handsome."
He leans down, rubbing their noses together. Nine feels his checks burn but his heart flies. Fluttering around in his chest making it just a little bit harder to breathe. It's ok Nine likes this kind of breathlessness he gets when Joong is around.
"It's not cold, you can kiss my lips."
Joong smiles and drops a peck to Nine awaiting lips.
"There food waiting for you."
Nine tugs the blanket up over them, pulling Joong close. "Food later. Nap?"
It's warm, really too warm with the hoodie, the blanket, and Joong's body heat but he can't find the will to move especially not when Joongs hand starts running down his spine in such a soothing manner.
Joong thinks about Nines waist... Then touches it. Because why shouldn’t he?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25234660
Joong stares at Nine from across the room. Watches as his P leans over the table to swat at Pavel.
Had Nines waist always been that tiny? He thinks as he takes in the button-up shirt tucked into those tight jeans. Nine does tend to wear larger clothes, a habit that’s gotten worse since their wardrobes started to combine. He’s recently had to up a size because of his height and muscle growth and Nine all but drowns in his clothes now. Which to be fair, it’s adorable. But then Nine has cloths like today that are tight-fitting, just his clothes because there’s no way Joong could fit into those jeans -shirt maybe, jeans hell no. He’d bust the seams. But Nine still looks equally as good just like a ‘sexy’ good instead of a ‘cute’ good.
He watches Nine stretches out -arms and legs stretching out his mid-section, tightening the shirt along his stomach- reaching for Pavel who’s actively trying to move away. Their laughter filling the room like normal. Dome says something as he flicks at Nine in the hip. Which draws his attention to Nines ass.
He always knows Nine has a nice ass. It’s always been perky and cute since, well ever since the first day they meet. Nine has done just like a really great job at keeping up the maintenance on it.
He can still vividly remember walking in on shirtless Nine doing squats in his tiny skin-tight work out shorts. Nine staring at him with wide eyes mid squat and Joong belting out an apology before rushing downstairs to the gym. Working out longer than needed because he needed the image of that Nine out of his head. It’s safe to say that working out didn’t help anything, if anything it exacerbated the situation. Later during his shower, he was too tired to think of anything else and he may or may not have jacked off to the thought of Nine doing squats while sweating and wearing nothing but his tiny workout shorts.
But that was between him and the shower.
It also didn’t help that when he slipped into bed expecting Nine to follow the older boy frowned and left the room to sleep in the guest room – or the room that Joong was supposed to be staying in yet never did.
It was a long cold night, one where Jong contemplated following after Nine because they’d spent so many nights together that without Nine, sleep seemed basically impossible at this point. He was tempted to make it a law, that they had to sleep together, that way nights like this didn’t happen again.
It shall Read; Nine and Joong must sleep in the same bed every night, for purposes, not limits to but including sharing heat, talking, and cuddling.
Though he’s pretty sure he can think of a few more things to the list of things they could do at night together, in the bed but he’ll wait until Nine agrees to the law first then add things to it. He’s pretty sure Nine wouldn’t notice anyway.
So, yeah, his ass, it was nice and distracting. But his waist, when had it gotten so… tiny? Was it because he had a nice ass that it made his waist smaller? Is that how figures worked? Maybe but like who really knew.
He remembered Nine being self-conscious of his tiny pudge when they were filming for 2Moons2. The numerous days -honestly most of the filming and a few months afterward too- Nine spend complaining about his ‘tight’ shirt showed off said, pudge. His whining did nothing except cause Joong to think about his tummy more and that spurred many, many daydreams about kissing it and Nine anywhere and everywhere. In his defense Nine was his first mouth kiss, he should be allowed to experience kissing Nine everywhere. But that might just be the primal possessive side of him talking.
He didn’t get to kiss it but he had recently nuzzled P’Nai’s tummy - He could settle for snuggles if no kisses were available. He can say that said tummy is pleasant and wonderful and maybe just a tad bit too stiff and he wouldn’t mind some softness. He knows Nine is proud of his taut stomach so he’ll never mention it. He’ll encourage Nine anyway he needs to feel good about himself. Cause he’s a good … friend. And he likes it when Nine smiles.
He doesn’t remember actively thinking that Nine had a tiny waist but recently and more prominently today, it defiantly looks tinier. He tries to remember the feeling of Nine in his arms, his head pushes under his chin, fitting perfectly against him. What did the waist feel like then? He can’t remember but he’s going to chalk it up to happiness overriding the need to remember anything. That’s probably why Nine doesn’t like him to hug him in public anymore. So they can keep all their hugs private and special. Or something like that. Fair, he can’t help but think, but that doesn’t mean he should enforce the rule so much. The fans love it when they hug, he should re-bring up the topic and try and change Nine's mind on it.
Joong watches as Nine and Pavel hustle around the room until Pavel grabs Nine swinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Nine squeals as he’s tossed to the couch next to Ben who laughs along with them. Nines shirt is untucked and rolled up, caught in his side as his head is thrown back in laughter.
It’s the sight of the soft pale skin that really does it.
