He's wrapped around you like a koala and it's hot. You're already in shorts and a tanktop but Jongin's body heat is coming off him in waves.
"You run hot," you complain, and he smirks at you.
"Maybe it's you who runs hot," he shoots back, propping up on his elbow to look at you.
You're struck, as you often are, by how handsome he is, how sharp his jaw, understand how his crooked smirk turns heads everywhere.
Then he turns his face into the pillow, devolving into giggles, and you can't help but laugh with him.
Kim Jongin might be sought after, one of the hottest guys you've ever seen, but he's shy and goofy and your best friend.
Your very clingy best friend. That you have absolutely no non platonic feelings for.
He finally rolls over onto his back, groaning and stretching his arms over his head. His t-shirt rides up and reveals honeyed skin, muscles that are barely there until he flexes them, his basketball shorts riding low on his hips.
"It's too hot to cuddle," he admits.
You're not looking. You're not.
"Why are we cuddling, then?"
He still has his leg draped over yours, shoulder pressed against you, his long fingers on the pulse of your wrist.
"I like touching you," he says softly, and your heart does something that shouldn't be possible in your chest.
"I like touching you too," you respond, and he shifts to twine his fingers through yours.
It's quiet, after that, and when you think about it later, you think that's the moment you knew.
When you were lying there in comfortable silence, with his skin on yours...you think that's the moment you knew you were in love with your best friend.
If the requests are still open can I request cuddling and falling asleep with Kai on Valentine’s Day :) thank youuu
A soft pressure that moved from inch to inch of your face became constant and quicker the more a reaction from you delayed. Eventually, you came to realized that this soft pressure was leaving small but moist spots on your skin. Scrunching up your face you forced yourself to open your sleep-filled eyes- only to be immediately met with your boyfriend’s dark chocolate orbs staring into yours expectantly as he continued pressing featherlight kisses all over your face although you were already awake.
“Jongin...What time is it even?” You wondered while rubbing your eyes, not sensing any sunlight from outside.
“...” Your question faded into thin air as the boy wouldn’t answer.
“It’s 2am,” He finally whispered back, a little guiltily.
“2am? Why’d you wake me up?” You exclaimed in something that was a mixture between a whine and a hiss. A pout formed on the male’s lips, his puppy-eyes asking you for mercy for he only had innocent motives.
As if the most obvious thing in the world, he wrapped his legs around your waist, his arms circling your shoulders as he brought you to melt into his warmth while his face snuggled into the boundary between your nape and collarbone, his hair tickling gently your skin.
“I just wanted to say Happy Valentine’s day, baby.” He murmured incomprehensibly with his lips squished against your bone, and at that, you couldn’t help but soften- finding his actions very endearing and sweet.
“Happy Valentine’s,” You murmured back and the smile growing on his lips reflected on the surface of your skin as he tightened his hold around you.
Firsts - Yandere!Serial Killer!Jongin X Reader Drabble {M}
Part Three of Five to Ayla’s Death Drabbles - Based off of this and this TSFP - A Payback Mini-Series for @ninibears-erigom, of which I write about one certain Serial Killer that drives her a little crazy ;)
Pairing: Jongin X Reader
Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Mature, Smut
Words: 3,071
Summary: The one in which he makes love to you for the first time.
A/n: Three cheers for sweet revenge. Enjoy, bubs~
He lets out a sigh as he shuts the water off, grabbing a towel to dry himself with in the next moment. Running his fingers through his damp hair, he ties the towel around his waist once he deems himself dry enough to move out of the bathroom and to his main bedroom.
You’ve been on his mind, more so than usual, taking up every moment of his free thoughts. In fact, he’s also been having a lot more dreams about you recently. Cute dreams, soft dreams, and dreams where he wishes he could make a reality. He wants to know if your moans sound as enticing as they do, or if you taste as sweet as you do in his dreams.
His relationship with you has been progressing well over the past few months, and he doesn’t want to fuck anything up now. Not when you’re finally giving him a chance.
Stepping out of the bathroom, he sees you freeze in the middle of the hallway, eyes locking onto his figure.
Your eyes are wide as you see him step out of the bathroom, water still dripping from his hair and down the expanse of his toned chest, steam floating around him slightly as you take in a sharp breath. You knew he was fit, but you didn’t realize he was this toned. You lick your lips.
“Like what you see?” His smug voice manages to pull you out of your daze. He notices the way your eyes trail over his torso, and the subconscious way you bite your lower lip, only serving to fuel his ego and make him smirk. “You know I’m all yours, all you have to do is ask.”
“Jongin,” his name escapes your lips in a breathless whisper, yet he still manages to hear, only causing his smirk to deepen, and his heart to skip a beat at your next words, “make me yours?”
Although you seem to sound a little hesitant at first, Jongin jumps at the chance to pin you to the wall, feeling your body pressed against his as little droplets of water dampen your clothes, “what did you just say?”
He needs to hear you say it again, just to be sure, and once he hears you repeat your question, he doesn’t need to be asked twice.
Pressing his lips to yours, he feels you bring your hands up to run your fingers through his hair. He smirks into the kiss, moving his hands down your sides as he pulls you as close to him as possible, wanting to feel every inch of your body pressed against his own. You seem to read his mind, for in the next moment, you jump, allowing for him to hold you against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist. His hands find purchase on your thighs, drifting dangerously close to your ass as he squeezes your skin gently.
Pulling away from your lips, he keeps his eyes closed, hardly believing that this is happening right now. This is dangerously close to a dream he has just had about you the other night, and he half expects his alarm to go off at any second, pulling him out of this blissful state.
“Jongin,” you whisper his name once more, and his eyes open to stare deeply into your own as he presses his forehead against yours.
“Please tell me this is real,” his voice sounds almost pleading as he bites his lower lip. “I don’t think I can handle another dream where you’re ripped away from me.”
“You’ve dreamt of this?” Your eyes reflect nothing but pure curiosity and wonder, a fact that makes is heart race even more than it already is in his chest as he looks at you.
“Every damn day,” he answers honestly, hands tightening their grip on you, afraid you’ll slip through his fingers once again.
“Jongin,” you say his name with so much fondness, it pulls at his heartstrings. He feels your hands come around to cup his face gently, and he leans slightly into your touch. “I’m real. This is real. Now, kiss me.”
He inhales sharply as he crashes his lips to yours once more. You never have to ask him twice for anything, he’ll just do it. He’ll do anything and everything he can to please you in any way, and he’s glad that you seem to want this as much as he does. It makes his heart swell in his chest, feeling you kissing him back with just as much passion and need as he’s kissing you.
He bites your lower lip slightly, feeling as the towel wrapped around his waist becomes looser with each movement he makes. In fact, he’s surprised it hasn’t fallen off yet, but he could care less about that at the moment.
Holding you tightly to him, he slowly starts to make his way to his bedroom, trailing his lips along the skin of your neck all the while. Biting down on a particular spot elicits a soft moan from your lips, and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard in his life. He makes a promise to himself to hear it again as many times as he can tonight. After all, tonight is all about you.
Laying you gently on the bed, he crawls on top of you, reattaching his lips to yours as he slowly grinds down into your core. A small gasp escapes your lips as you feel him press against you, heat rising to your cheeks as you realize the towel has long since fallen off.
“You feel that, baby?” He grins, nipping at your jawline before looking deep into your eyes. “That’s all because of you.”
A moan of his name escapes your lips as you feel his hands start to trail up your sides beneath your shirt. He pauses briefly, looking into your eyes for permission before ridding you of your shirt. Once he sees you nod, he’s practically ripping the material off of you, eager to see all of you bared to him for the first time.
He wastes no time in ridding you of your bra, taking a moment to lean back and admire you laying beneath him. His breath hitches in his throat.
“Just as I thought,” he hums, hands gripping your sides gently as he locks gazes with you once more, “beautiful.”
Without another word, he attaches his mouth to the middle of your chest, leaving open mouthed kisses all the way over to one of your breasts. Taking the pert bud into his mouth, he brings his hand up to make sure the other is getting the same attention as he sucks gently, flicking his tongue every now and again.
He feels one of your hands tangle itself in his hair as he moves his mouth over to the other side, giving equal attention to your other nipple with his mouth. The sounds you make are like music to his ears, and he wants more.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, kissing his way down your body to the top of your leggings. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby girl.”
His fingers hook into the top of your pants, waiting for your permission before sliding the material down your legs. A smirk pulls at his lips as he takes in the sight before him.
“No panties?” He voices, clearly amused as he licks his lips. “Naughty girl.”
“Says the man who was previously only wearing a towel,” you manage to get out, chuckling slightly as you lock eyes with him.
Placing his hands on your knees, he gently parts your legs, settling between them as his smirk deepens, “careful, baby girl, or I might just put that smart mouth of yours to good use.”
“Then why don’t you?” You quirk a brow, challenging him.
“Normally, I would,” he replies, amusement shining in his eyes which are dark with lust and reflecting all of his adoration for you, “but tonight is all about you.”
With those words, he closes the gap between the two of you, licking a strip up your core. His eyes close in bliss as he hears you let out another gasp as he tastes you on his tongue.
“You taste even better than anything I could have ever dreamed of,” he hums against the skin of your thigh, taking his time to leave his marks all over your skin.
His fingers dig into the skin of your hips as he dives back in, spreading you open for him to indulge himself on. He takes his time, savouring the taste of you on his tongue as he circles your clit. He wants you to feel everything he’s doing to you, wanting for you to experience a type of ecstasy only he can bring you.
He builds you up slowly, adding one of his fingers to the mix so he can focus his tongue on your clit, and also prepare you for what will soon to come. Slowly pumping his finger within you, he adds another, stroking your inner walls with each thrust as he begins to suck on your clit.
“Fuck,” he hears you swear, and you can feel him smirk against you as he begins to pick up the pace. “Right there.”
He hears your breathing pick up, as well as feels your hand tightening its grip in his hair, and he knows you’re getting close. Flattening his tongue, he can feel your juices dripping down his hand as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, loving the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers. He can’t wait to feel you clench like this around his cock, something he’s only ever dreamed of.
Making sure his eyes are locked on you, he watches every movement you make, not wanting to miss a single expression you give him. Your moans begin to get slightly louder, so he picks up his pace once more, wanting to see you come for him, and only him.
The nails on his one hand bite into your skin as your back arches off of the bed as your orgasm washes over you. He swears there’s no greater sight than watching you come undone for him, and the whine of his name that you let out only serves to send a shiver of pleasure down his spine.
He continues to lap up your juices as you attempt to catch your breath, a shiver running down your own spine as he removes his fingers from your core. He pulls away with a large grin on his face, licking his lips as he crawls back up your body, watching as your chest rises and falls with every breath you take. He makes a point of sucking his fingers clean as his eyes close in bliss, only for them to snap open in the next second to stare down at you.
“Like I said,” he pauses to brush some of your hair out of your face, staring at you tenderly. “Beautiful.”
Leaning down once more, he kisses you softly, letting you feel every ounce of passion, love, and affection he has for you. He wants you to be able to feel his love for you, his devotion. After tonight, he’ll make sure you’ll never question his love for you again, for he’s going to make sure you feel it in every movement he makes.
“You have no idea how much you mean to me,” he murmurs against your lips.
Pulling away from you for a brief second, he leans over to his bedside table. Opening the top drawer, he rummages around slightly, a slight furrow to his brow as he looks for something. A slight relieved expression crosses his features as he pulls out a condom. You simply quirk an eyebrow at him as he closes the drawer.
Shifting back overtop of you, you notice how some of his hair falls over his eyes, the ends still slightly damp. The corner of your lips turns up as you brush the hair out of his face with one hand while taking the condom from him with your other hand.
He freezes in his movements as his head shoots up to look into your eyes, worried he’s gone too far. He’d never forgive himself if he pushed you too far before you’re ready. However, seeing the fond look in your eyes, as well as feeling your one free hand that had previously brushed the hair out of his eyes cup his cheek gently, sets his heart racing in his chest.
“Here, let me,” you smile at him tenderly, and he swears he’s died and gone to heaven.
His skin tingles where your hand had just been as he watches you open the small package. Biting his lip, he can’t help the small groan that escapes him as he feels you take him into your free hand. He’s been so focussed on touching you, that he momentarily forgot that you could also touch him.
His breathing deepens as he feels you pumping him a few times before rolling the condom on. His arms shake slightly as he feels you guide him to your entrance, looking up into his eyes as you nod for him to continue.
“Make me yours, Jongin,” you breathe out, and his own breath gets caught in his throat. This is all he’s even wanted, and more, that he can still hardly believe that this is all happening at this very moment.
Ever so slowly, he begins to push into you, letting you get used to his size. He hears you let out a gasp once he’s fully seated in you, his own breathing laboured as he feels your velvet walls wrapped around him, squeezing him so perfectly. As if you’re made for each other.
Resting his forehead on yours, he feels you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer as you give him the okay to move. He closes his eyes.
The first movement of his hips is to test the waters, a slow yet deep thrust to make you feel every inch of him buried within you. He continues like this, rolling his hips into yours sensually, wanting you to feel all of him as he feels all of you.
“Jongin,” he hears you sigh into his ear, causing him to let out a low groan in response as he feels your arms tighten their hold around him.
Attaching his lips to yours once more, he kisses you with all the passion he can muster, quickening his pace slightly as he begins to thrust sharply into you. Hitting a certain spot deep within you has a gasp escaping your lips as your back arches slightly, only serving to make him smirk.
Adjusting his hips slightly, he makes it so he hits that spot repeatedly, increasing the sharpness of his thrusts each time as he continues to pick up his pace. He begins to trail his lips over your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin, making you whine.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groans, bringing one of his hands up to cup your cheek and gently brushing his thumb against your skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful, and all mine.”
“Yours,” you moan out, and he pauses momentarily in his movements.
“Say it again,” he nearly begs, looking deep into your eye which are hooded over as you stare back at him.
“I’m yours,” he hears you say, and he can feel something within himself snap.
“Fuck,” he hisses, snapping his hips into you as he begins pounding into you with newfound fever. “I fucking love you so much.”
Another moan of his name slips past your lips as he brings his one hand down to rub at your swollen clit. With the way your walls are squeezing around him, combined with the way you look, as well as the sounds you’re making, he knows he won’t last much longer. From the way your nails are digging into his skin, he can tell you won’t either.
Increasing the pressure of his fingers on your clit, he continues to snap his hips into yours, unable to control the growls of your own name that slip past his lips, along with continual phrases of ‘mine’ and ‘I love you’.
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pressure building until you can’t take it anymore.
“That’s it, baby, let yourself go,” he says, making sure to watch your every expression carefully. “Come for me.”
With those words, you allow yourself to let go. Your back arches as a loud cry of his name escapes your lips, eyes rolling slightly as you feel him still within you.
Seeing you come undone for him, combined with the feeling of you squeezing him so perfectly while moaning out his name sends him over the edge. A low groan of your name escapes past his lips as he comes for you, holding you close as he kisses you once more.
Pulling away slightly, the two of you attempt to catch your breaths. He once again rests his forehead on top of your, eyes closed in bliss as he takes in this moment, right here, right now, with you.
He doesn’t even realize he’s started crying until you’re brushing away one of his tears. Opening his eyes, he meets your worried gaze.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, cupping his face with your one hand.
“I’m just so happy,” he lets out a small laugh as a smile breaks out onto his face.
You send him a small smile back as he removes himself from you. Moving quickly, he wipes at his eyes as he stands up, disposing of the condom and coming back with a warm cloth to clean you up.
You let out a sigh in content, closing your eyes in bliss as you feel him crawl back on the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest in the next moment. Turning onto your side, you look up into his eyes to already find him staring at you with such tender love and affection reflecting in his gaze.
“Jongin,” you feel him pull you closer to him while humming in response, and you can feel his heart pounding in his chest, “I love you, too.”
To The Top - Yandere!Serial Killer!Jongin X Reader Drabble
Part Two of Five to Ayla’s Death Drabbles - Based off of this TSFP - A Payback Mini-Series for @ninibears-erigom, of which I write about one certain Serial Killer that drives her a little crazy ;)
Pairing: Jongin X Reader
Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Mature
Words: 3,332
Summary: The one in which he takes you to a carnival.
A/n: Surprise! Time for the next instalment of Ayla’s Death Drabbles! I hope you all enjoy this one as much as I did writing it. Feedback is greatly appreciated!
A sigh escapes your lips for what feels like the hundredth time this evening. Not even the flashing lights and the faint laughter coming from the rides of the carnival can pull you out of your sour mood.
Looking to your right, you see Jongin shifting slightly from foot to foot, seemingly nervous. You roll your eyes.
“I’m surprised you even let me out of the house,” you deadpan, not wanting to be here at all, least of all with him.
“Behave, or I’ll take you back and find another way to entertain myself with you. Maybe with something sharp,” he hisses, grasping your arm with a firm grip.
“Fine. Just don’t expect me to kiss you at the top of the ferris wheel,” you huff.
“Whatever,” you hear him mutter under his breath in response.
He notices you rolling your eyes at him, and he lets out a sigh of his own. All he wants to do is show you how good of a man he can be for you, but you always make it so difficult for him. He knows he’s going to have to work even harder for the rest of the night if he wants to at least start to be on your good side, and make this a night for the both of you to remember fondly.
“Well, are we just going to stand here all night, or are we actually going to be doing something?” Your voice manages to pull him out of his thoughts, noticing how your eyes drift to the rollercoaster off to the side. “You did drag me out here with you.”
He lets out another sigh, “can’t you at least pretend to be happy? This is supposed to be a date after all. I did let you out of the house.”
Despite his slightly harsh tone, you can see the slight plea he so desperately tries to hide behind his eyes. You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, deciding to go against your better judgment for the moment given that he could take you back to his house and lock you away for who knows how long again.
“Fine,” you lock eyes with him, “but don’t think for one second that I’m considering this a date.”
Even though he knew you were going to say something along those lines, it still doesn’t mean your words hurt any less when he hears them. He feels his heart pang in his chest. Why can’t you just give him a chance? Can’t you see that he’s trying?
Saying nothing in response, he squeezes your arm slightly before dragging you towards your first ride of the evening. The rollercoaster, which you’ve not so subtly been eyeing.
Even though it’s a small one, your heart races at feeling the thrill of a rollercoaster after being cooped up for so long. It’ll be the closest thing to freedom you’ve had in a while, and you find that the line can’t move quick enough.
The whole time while you’re waiting in line, Jongin can visibly see the excitement grow on your features. A fact that warms his heart, even though he knows you’re doing your best to tone it down while being near him. He can tell you don’t want him to know how happy you really are at the prospect of finally being allowed out of the house. He also isn’t worried about you running off for help, he knows you know the consequences if you even tried to escape him.
Making it to the front of the line, Jongin notices you staring hopefully at the back of the rollercoaster. A small smile pulls at his lips as he watches you walk swiftly to the final cart to make sure no one else gets it.
Despite your best efforts, you can’t help but be giddy about this, even with him so near. You can feel your heart racing in your chest as the train makes it’s way up the first hill of the track, barely registering Jongin who is sitting right beside you.
You cannot help the laugh of pure joy that escapes your lips are you feel the wind rushing through your hair as the train whips around the track. You haven’t felt this much joy in, well, you can’t remember, but you’re grateful for this moment.
Getting off of the rollercoaster, there’s a slight bounce to your step as you make your way towards the exit of the ride. Jongin can’t keep his own smile off his face as he watches you with your newly found expression of joy painted on your features. His own heart races in his chest, knowing even though you were reluctant to come out with him tonight, thinking he must have some anterior motives, you are still enjoying yourself. He can’t help but to believe that he also has some part in your joy. That is, he is the cause of it. He knows it’s probably a long shot, but he doesn’t care at the moment. All he cares about, is you.
After going on a few more rides, and watching your mood significantly increase, Jongin leads you over to all the concession stands. He’s noticed how you’ve finally relaxed around him, and you genuinely seem to be enjoying yourself around him now.
He knows he shouldn’t keep thinking of this as a date, but he can’t help it.
“What would you like to eat? Stay here and I’ll get it for you,” he motions to the picnic tables off to the side, and you nod your head.
“Just get me whatever, I’m not fussy,” you reply, already heading over to the tables.
Jongin watches your back as your figure retreats away from him, a slight swing to your step. He can tell the look on his face reflects nothing but his love and admiration for you. Now, if only you could see that.
Sitting down at one of the tables as you wait, you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips as you rest your head on your open palm. Leaning against the table, you stare off into the distance, thinking over the events of the evening so far.
Despite your rocky start to the evening when you arrived to the carnival, you haven’t had this much fun in ages. Luckily, most of the time you can ignore Jongin and forget he’s with you, but overall he hasn’t been too much of a menace like he usually is to you. You’re actually enjoying yourself for once, and with him being there with you no less.
He’s actually been quite the gentleman the entire night. After his one comment at the start, you were doubtful you would have a good time with him, but he’s actually not too bad company to keep. He’s constantly making sure you’re okay, and doing whatever you’d like for the evening. It’s like seeing an entirely new side to him. A side which, you almost hate to admit to yourself, you like.
You’re also grateful that he hasn’t tried anything with you. No trying to subtly grab your hand or put his arm around your shoulder. No trying to coerce you into going into the stupid ‘Tunnel of Love’ with him, or anything of the sorts. It amazes you that he’s been respecting your boundaries like this, especially in public. It makes it seem like your relationship, if you could even call it that, with him is almost normal.
A few more minutes pass by and you begin to wonder where he’s gone. A slight frown pulls at your features, seeing as it’s been quite some time since he went off to grab the two of you some food.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts by Jongin placing a tray of food on the table before you. Glancing up at him as he takes the seat across from you, he sends you a gentle smile. You simply blink back at him, resisting the urge to smile back, a fact which he does not fail to notice.
“I hope this is alright,” he says, eyes briefly flicking down to the food on the tray.
Looking down, you see some of your favourites, but what makes you really gasp in surprise is the candy floss he’s bought for you. Noticing your gaze locked on the candy floss, he smiles to himself.
“I thought you might like that,” he feels his chest swell with pride as you look up as him with slightly awe filled eyes.
“It’s my favourite,” you reply, the corner of your lip tugging upwards in a small smile.
“What’s a carnival without a bit of sweets, am I right?” He grins, noticing how you chuckle slightly in agreement, making his heart swell in content.
You laughed. You finally laughed at something he’s said, and not humourlessly. He’s finally done something that’s brought you joy, instead of pain and heartache, and he could not be happier.
“I, uh, I also won you this,” averting his gaze, almost shyly, he reaches behind his back and pulls out a small stuffed bear from his back pocket.
The look you give him, wide eyes staring at him in slight wonder, is enough to make his heart skip a beat. He watches as you hesitantly reach across the table to grab the bear out of his hand. Your fingers touch for the briefest of moments, and he can’t help but to breathe in sharply at the jolt of electricity he feels when your skin touches his.
“Thank you,” you say, voice barely above a whisper, but he still manages to hear. He finds it adorable how you refuse to meet his eyes, instead opting to look down at the bear now resting in your hands.
He finds he can only nod slightly in response, looking away from you shyly as he sees the ghost of a smile resting on your lips. The way the lights of the carnival reflect off your features only serve to make his heart race in his chest. You look so beautiful right now, and he could not ask for a better evening.
The two of you eat in silence after that, neither daring to break this mutual bond between the two of you. He certainly doesn’t want to overstep his boundaries and ruin a seemingly good evening. Besides, he’s still got one more thing planned.
Once you’ve both finished eating, the two of you decide to walk around the carnival for a bit to digest before going on any more rides. You notice him glancing at you from the corner of his eyes every now and then, looking briefly down at your hand that rests beside his almost longingly. Taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand in yours, hearing him let out a small gasp.
“Don’t think too much into this,” you say quickly, looking away in slight embarrassment. “I’m only doing this because I don’t want to feel like I owe you after tonight.”
Although your words hurt him slightly, he cannot help but be overcome with joy at feeling your hand resting in his. It’s as if your hands were made for each other, with yours intertwining perfectly with his, fingers and all. His heart is beating so loudly in his chest that he’s sure you can hear it with how close you are to him.
After about ten more minutes of walking around, you both agree to go on one more ride, then head back, seeing as it is getting late. You hesitate slightly as he starts to lead you over to the ferris wheel.
“Come on, the city looks beautiful from the top,” he coaxes, though the next words pain him slightly to say. “You don’t have to sit close to me.”
Taking a deep breath, you reply, “fine.”
Getting into the line, you drop his hand in favour of crossing your arms over your chest, a fact that makes him pout slightly. The closer you get to the front, the more you notice Jongin looking up at the huge ferris wheel laid out before you in slight intimidation. You’d say he almost looks uneasy.
Once seated in the cart, you make sure to sit as far away from him on the bench as you possibly can, only serving to make his pout more noticeable. However, as soon as the cart jolts into motion, he’s gripping onto the handrail for dear life, eyes wide like saucers.
You burst out laughing, “what? Don’t tell me you’re scared of heights!”
“Am not,” he replies, voice small as you quirk a brow at his vice-like grip his hands have on the rail.
“The Serial Killer that’s scared of heights,” you chuckle, amused. “Never thought I’d live to see the day.”
To your luck, just as you say that, the ferris wheel stops, right when you’re at the very top. The cart sways slightly from the sudden halt in movement, only causing Jongin to pale slightly.
Chuckling to yourself once more, you shake your head. You’ll never quite understand why he wanted to take you on this ride if he’s so scared of heights. However, you can’t help the awe filled gasp that escapes your lips as you look out across the horizon to see the city lights illuminating the night sky from across the way.
“Told you the view was amazing,” he says, a slight smugness to his tone as he takes in your expression.
Turning to look at his smug face, you smirk, and his face falls. He begins to protest as you start to rock the cart slightly back and forth, causing him to hold on for dear life.
“No, no! Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” He pleads with you. “I’m sorry!”
“Oh?” Again, you quirk a brow at him as you halt your movements as the wheel begins to spin once more.
Nothing is said between the two of you for a moment as you both attempt to catch your breaths. You, from laughing, and him form panicking. Once he has caught his breath, he breaks the silence.
“I truly am sorry,” he says, looking down at his hands. “For everything I’ve done to you.” You remain silent as he continue to speak. “And I know it doesn’t make up for anything I’ve done, but please, know that I am being as sincere as I can when I say this. I love you, I truly do, and I’m sorry.”
You notice him let go of the bar with one hand, seemingly stopping himself from reaching out to you midway. You stare at his hand before moving your gaze up and locking eyes with him. You can see the sincerity swimming behind his orbs, as well as all the love, passion, and sorrow he holds for you. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.
Before you can reply, the cart comes to a jolting stop, right at the top once more. Your eyes widen as you feel him latch onto your side, a small goodness escaping your lips as he clings to you. You can physically feel him shaking, whether it’s from his emotions or the height, you can’t tell.
“Sorry,” he whispers, hesitantly starting to pull away from you before you stop him.
“This is fine until we touch ground,” you say quickly, rubbing your hand gently against his back. At this, he swears he’s died and gone to heaven, but your next words pull him back to reality. “I’m not going to say everything’s okay and forgiven, because it isn’t. You’ve hurt me, Jongin. In ways no human should have to experience. You have a lot to fucking prove to me if you really are sincere in your words, cause at this particular moment in time, I don’t trust you. How do I know what you say is the truth? How do I know you’re not just lying to me again?” You look forwards, refusing to meet his burning gaze the whole time you speak. “I can only take so much pain,” you face remains passive as you speak, refusing to let him see your emotions. “You’ve put me through hell. A hell which you’ve created. Are you really willing to pull me out?”
“Yes,” he replies without hesitation, his voice firm. “Without hesitation.”
“Good,” you turn to look him in the eyes, and he can see the internal conflict you’re having right now, especially with having him so close to you with nowhere to go. “Because if I can expect the future to be anything like tonight,” you pause, hesitant in saying your next words, “I think I might fall for you.”
His world stops. The only thing he can register at the moment is the ringing of his ears, or maybe that’s just the sound of his heart beating out of his chest. His grip subconsciously tightens itself around your waist as he stares deep into your eyes. He knows they’re shining for you, with his love and affection, but most of all, hope. You’ve given him hope.
He can still feel your hand on his back as he glances down at your lips. He knows it’s a long shot, but all he wants to do in this moment is kiss you. Pull you close and kiss you, to let you feel his emotions for you, his passion that burns brightly, and only, for you.
Noticing his stare, you freeze slightly, wondering why it’s taking so damn long for this stupid ferris wheel to start moving again. Your own heart is racing in your chest as you can’t help but flick your own eyes down to his lips. They look so soft and inviting, that you end up licking yours subconsciously.
Seeing this, Jongin swallows, his own lips parting slightly in the next moment as he begins to lean in. He stops himself, glancing into your eyes to see if this is okay with you. He sees no sign of discomfort, so he hesitantly brings his hand up to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb gently over your skin.
It’s so small, the movement of your head, that if it weren’t for him now cupping your cheek, he would have missed the nod you give him. Without another moment of hesitation, he presses his lips to yours.
His eyes close in bliss as he feels your lips on his, hearing you inhale sharply as he pulls you slightly closer to him. The same electricity he felt earlier when your fingers touched, he feels now, only ten times more powerful.
The hand you have resting on his back grips his shirt, allowing your own eyes to flutter closed as you kiss him. You feel your heart skip a beat in your chest at how gentle he’s being with you.
All too soon, you’re pulling away from him, and he takes this opportunity to rest his forehead on yours. His lips are parted slightly as his chest rises and falls, eyes remaining closed as he takes in this moment with you, right here, right now. This most certainly is going to be a night he’ll remember forever.
“I love you,” he whispers, opening his eyes to look into your own once more.
He jumps slightly as the cart begins to move once more, causing a small smile to pull at the corners of your lips.
“I know,” you whisper, just as your cart reaches ground.
Once the two of you exit the ride, a sort of silence surrounds the two of you, but this time, it’s comfortable. Jongin can still feel his heart racing in his chest at the events of the night, and he takes one final risk as you’re both walking to the main entrance of the carnival.
Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, a smile pulls at his lips as he feels you lean into his side. He could not have asked for a better night.
A Drabble
Genre(s): Fluff
Pairing: Jongin x Reader
Word Count: 328
"When you say my name..." His eyes close. "It makes me feel like I'm surrounded by ice and still burning." He traces a line from his navel up to the crown of his head and rises up on tip toes. "Like the tether that keeps me here just--" his arms snap and splay wide, his eyes go large and soft all at once. He looks precisely like someone seeing the world from a distance for the first time—wondrous.
Kim Jongin has always been good at putting words into motion.
"And what about my name?"
"Ah... " His smile gets smaller and he snakes his hands around your waist. "Your name," he whispers against your ear, cheek-to-cheek, "is a partner dance." He sways you, running a hand down your left arm to lace your fingers together. He tilts your jaw up with his other, brushing his lips over yours. You touch his face and he kisses your wrist, and when you open your eyes again you realize that you're in a different room than the one in which you'd begun.
Slowly, Jongin spins you around the living room, his chest to your back. You can feel his knees press against the back of your thighs and you move as if there is music.
But there is no music in the apartment, only the creak of the floor beneath your bare feet, a puff of laughter when you move in an entirely different way than he intended. For those sparkling few moments, all you know is the power of your movement together transmuted into feeling. It surges through you, raises goosebumps on your skin, stamps itself into bone and blood and heart.
At the end, like a dandelion seed alighting, he guides you down towards him to settle on his lap.
You can feel him breathe and live underneath you, his heartbeat trembling beneath your fingers on his neck, and know that this man loves you like no other.
Dinner is Served - Yandere!Serial Killer!Jongin X Reader Drabble
Part One of Five to Ayla’s Death Drabbles - A Payback Mini-Series for @ninibears-erigom, of which I write about one certain Serial Killer that drives her a little crazy ;)
Pairing: Jongin X Reader
Genre: Fluff, Mild Angst, Mature
Words: 1,402
Summary: The one in which he cooks you your favourite meal for dinner.
A/n: So, a little while back, a certain someone was being wrecked by Jongin’s Confession stages from Exploration. It was all fun and games poking fun at Ayla’s suffering until she made a promise to get everyone back. My payback is scheduled to be released for my birthday this coming Monday, but in light of recent events, I have decided to post my payback to her payback early. Enjoy, booboo 😘
Inhaling sharply, you feel consciousness return to your previously sleeping body. Sitting up in bed, you keep your eyes closed, opting to stretch your arms above your head first before rubbing at your sleep filled eyes with your hands. Grogginess still clouds your mind from your mid-afternoon nap as you faintly smell the aroma of your favourite meal drifting through the air.
Your eyes fling open.
Tossing the blanket off of your body, you swing your legs over the side of the bed. You’re in the midst of standing up when you hear a faint knock come from your partially open door.
“Dinner’s ready,” Jongin says softly, peaking his head around the door to look at you.
You don’t say anything in response, opting to instead nod your head slightly while refusing to make eye contact with him. You fail to notice the slight downturn of his lips at your actions.
Moving towards the door, he opens it for you as walk by, holding it open for you as you make your way down the stairs. You can feel his eyes on you the entire time as he trails behind you silently.
He can feel his heart racing in his chest, nervous for what you’re going to think. He decided that he would spend the evening making you your favourite meal, steak with garlic roasted potatoes and sautéed greens. He wants to impress you, and he wants nothing more than to make you see him in a more positive light. After all, he’d do anything for you.
“What’s all this?” Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts.
“I wanted to make you your favourite meal,” he replies, somewhat shyly. “Do something special for you, and show you that I can treat you right.”
“Hmm,” you hum, unamused, raising an eyebrow at him while crossing your arms slightly in front of your chest. He can tell you’re not very impressed so far.
“This is also my way of apologizing to you for all that I’ve done to you,” he says, looking down at his feet and refusing to meet your eyes, only glancing up at you when he hears you inhale a long breath.
“Do you really think this makes up for everything you’ve done to me?” You ask, quirking a brow at him.
“I know it doesn’t,” he answers, finally meeting your gaze. “And I know you hate me, but please, I made this for you for you to enjoy. I know I haven’t been the best to you, and I know our relationship is unstable. I just wish we could start over, and I know that’s a lot to ask for, but if you let me, I can show you how good I can be for you. I’d like to start by making it up to you in anyway I can, and proving to you that I can be a better man. You don’t have to agree, or eat with me, I’ll understand,” he looks down once more, eyes filled with sadness as a sorrowful smile tugs at his lips, “but if you do choose to stay, I’d really like to start over with you. That is, if you’ll let me.”
He’s certain you’ve already walked out of the room and gone back to your bedroom, so he lets out a small sigh. He can feel his throat tightening up as he fights back the urge to cry, doing his best to not let his emotions get the best of him for once.
The clearing of your throat pulls him out of his thoughts. His head shoots up to look at your figure now standing beside one of the chairs at the table, “you going to pull out my chair for me or am I just supposed to stand here all night and let the food go cold?”
Immediately, he’s moving over to you to pull out your chair for you, his heart skipping a beat in his chest all the while in hope. He can feel his hands shaking as he pushes your chair in for you, moving over to sit across from you in the next second.
“I would ask how you know that this is my favourite meal, but I’m afraid I might not like the answer,” you joke slightly, attempting to ease the awkwardness you feel at allowing him a chance despite your better judgement. After all, you’re not going to say no to your favourite meal.
“You posted about it once online,” he mumbles, a small blush rising up his neck ever so slowly.
“Hmm, I guess I did,” you hum, picking up your wine glass to swirl the liquid around slightly before taking a sip. Your eyes widen slightly at the familiar taste, quirking a brow at him in the next second, “you even got my favourite Malbec to pair with it. You really went all out for this, didn’t you?”
“I wanted you to know how serious I am about this,” he looks into your eyes, “about you.”
“You really mean it this time, don’t you?” You ask, a hint of curiosity in your tone.
“I do,” he nods, voice firm as his hands grip the arms of his chair. “I mean every word.”
This time, it’s your turn to nod, placing your wine glass back down in favour of grabbing your utensils to cut into your steak.
He watches you intently, holding his breath as you take a bite of your food. He really hopes you enjoy it, and he’s hoping that this can be a night where you both can look back on with fond memories. Everything has to be perfect.
“Holy shit,” you mutter, staring down at your plate in slight awe. He bites his lip, worried you don’t like it. “This is amazing.”
You smile. You actually, genuinely smile. At him, nonetheless, and he swears he forgets how to breathe. He can feel the tips of his ears getting hot as his heart races in his chest. You like it.
“Really?” He looks at you with hope shining on his features, a smile of his own pulling at his lips as he sees you nod while taking another bite. “I’m glad you like it.”
He looks down at his own plate, smile still present on his own face as he digs in to his own meal, heart never slowing down for a second. To him, it’s almost as if the two of you are on a date right now, and he could not be happier. Especially since this is a special meal he’s prepared just for you, and knowing you’re enjoying it makes him feel so unbelievably proud of himself. For once, he’s done something good for you, something that’s brought you joy and makes you smile.
A small silence settles over the two of you as you continue to eat your meals. He can’t help but to keep glancing up at you every now and then, hardly able to believe that this is real and that this is happening right now.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts once more when he hears you speak, looking back up to meet your gaze.
“So, you mentioned you wanted to start over,” it’s a statement, not a question, but he nods, regardless.
“I’d like that,” he says, somewhat quietly, but he knows it might be a long shot. “Get to know each other, for real this time.”
“I think that can be arranged,” at your words, he inhales sharply, his heart nearly stopping in his chest before racing like crazy, “but I’m only going to give you one chance.”
“One chance is all I need,” he breathes, feeling his palms becomes sweaty as he lies them flat on the table in anticipation. His heart feels as if it’s in his throat in the moment, hoping beyond everything that this isn’t a dream, or that you don’t change your mind in the next second.
“Okay then,” you say, and Jongin can visibly see the mental battle you have within yourself, hoping that you’re not making the wrong decision. He sees you visibly swallow before taking a deep breath, “hi, I’m (Y/n).”
“Hello, (Y/n),” he smiles, eyes tearing up slightly at the prospect of being able to start fresh with you. This is everything he’s ever wished for, and more. “My name is Jongin, it’s nice to meet you, too."
Jongin 44 and 49, fake marriage!au 😉 - @ninibears-erigom
Oh look, the unreliable person who runs this blog is back again. For how long? NOBODY KNOWS
I know you already like this Ayla 😉
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“The way he was looking at you make me wanna fuck you right now in front of everyone here.”
You winced in pain as your head met the freezer door, Jongin’s comment surprising you, “Where did that come from Jongin?!?!
Your question was met with silence from the other party as you turned to him, the family reunion still continuing outside.
“I know I asked you here to pretend to be my boyfriend, but you don’t have to play the part behind closed doors.” You hissed out, confused and angry by his outrage.
“What if I don’t want to play pretend?” Jongin had no chance with you, he knew that. But this might have been his only chance
“Jongin, I-“
Your head was spiralling. Jongin? Liking you. As more than a friend. As a person. As a mess. As a-
“How the fuck do you do this to me? You only see me as a friend, but your my world-
Your lips silenced him mid-sentence. God, how often had he dreamt of your lips on his? To be kissing him this hard
