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Jonghyun/Jinki; I like him :); R

I didn't feel like writing the smut so I wrote the aftercare lol tw for mentions of cnc :3c

"Do you want to cum again?" he asks. "One more for me?" He gets one finger down to press lightly on Jonghyun's hole, all nice and slick and cummy, and very much enjoys the whimper muffled into his shoulder.  “Noooo," Jonghyun whines, and even though he sounds genuinely disappointed, continues, "I'm all tuckered out." 

Jinki surprises himself when he lets out a squeak as he's stretching his arms over his head. His next breath comes out in a laugh, his hands falling down on top of his head, smoothing around to the back of it, lacing behind his neck. He must be more fucked out than he thought. All the more reason to finish up what he's doing in the kitchen and get back to the bedroom quickly.

He taps his fingers on the counter in front of the microwave, watching the nachos rotate in there impatiently. When they're finally done, he grabs them, then grabs a can of soda and a bottle of choccy milky from the fridge, a straw from the drawer, and makes his way down the hall. 

The bedroom door is still open and Jonghyun is right where Jinki left him. Sprawled out naked on his tummy on the bed, beautiful and golden against the white sheets, sweat clinging to him, hair all messed up, cum leaking from his booty hole, all on top of–no. Jinki corrects himself. Jonghyun is a couple inches to the right of where he left him, next to the veritable puddle of his own cum instead of still lying in it. His pretty lashes are fanned out over his cheeks as he dozes, but when Jinki knocks on the door frame and leans into the room, he opens his eyes and picks up his head from the pillow of his arms, smiling sleepily. Gorgeous. 

"Can I come back and tell you you're cute and I love you yet, pretty?" Jinki asks. Jonghyun blinks slowly at him, processing his words. Then he bubbles into giggles, turning them back into his arms. Jinki rolls his eyes fondly. Still giddy. He recovers, though, enough to prop himself up on his forearms and smile, "if you must."

Jinki must, so he does, stepping into the room and sitting on the bed near the pillows, in front of Jonghyun, ignoring the thought of all of the laundry they’ll have to do later. He puts their food down between them, then cups Jonghyun's cheek, pinching, wiggling him a little bit, just because he wants to. 

"You're cute and I love you," he says warmly. Jonghyun smiles back, kissing the pad of his thumb.

"Can't believe you made nachos,” he says. He reaches onto the plate and takes one, lifting it up and then twisting it so all of the melty cheese wraps around it. Then he taps the bottle of choccy milky with an empty corner of the chip with an expectant look before he pops it into his mouth. As Jinki picks up the bottle and opens it for him, putting the straw in and everything, Jonghyun talks with his mouth full. "I thought you liked smoothies for your aftercare food." 

"Oh, my aftercare food?" Jinki asks, eyebrows rising into his bangs. This is surprising. News to him, but Jonghyun nods, taking his choccy milky and taking a drink. He also grabs three chips this time, bringing them in a quick, drippy mess to his mouth and then leaving crumbs everywhere when he bites into them. 

"Yeah," he says. "You're the one that needs it." 

Jinki, soda can popped and halfway to his mouth, stops in the middle of that to snort. Oh. He sees. Jonghyun is in this mood again. Big tough baby mood. Super jacked infant just out of the womb with a six-pack mood. Stubborn and impossible to talk sense into mood. Jinki takes a sip of his soda, then raises his eyebrows and says, "you were literally crying at one point."

"Yeah, because the nut was so good," Jonghyun grins."I cry about everything but that doesn't mean I need to be comforted about everything. I'm baby but I'm like. A super tough jacked baby...." And there he goes, on his big tough baby metaphor, just like Jinki knew he would be. Jinki tunes him out in favor of eating some of the nachos before they all disappear. He's heard this enough that he has it memorized and Jonghyun knows that, but he just likes saying anyway, for the fun and the drama of it all. 

Jinki also cannot believe how often that Jonghyun insists that he doesn't need aftercare. Like, first of all, he does just on principle, because every sub deserves aftercare. And second of all, when they really get into it like they did just now, it even wears Jinki out. The pair of them have some harsh kinks, Jonghyun has a few even harsher ones, and Jinki has developed quite a skill for being mean. It's hard to get into that mindset and stay there for a while. He's soft by nature. Focusing on his role takes a lot out of him. He can't even begin to imagine what it does to Jonghyun.

And yet here Jonghyun lays, feet kicking in the air, wolfing down his nachos, giggling as he tries to get through his buff baby speech. Like he really is just chill with it. Preposterous. Jinki tuned him out a little extra when he brought his soda can to his mouth because he knew that listening to Jonghyun laugh would make him want to laugh too, so when he's halfway through chugging the entire thing and he feels Jonghyun's fingers on his knee, he looks down, surprised. 

Jonghyun is smiling at him, opening and closing his fingers on his knee, tickling him a little bit. Once he has Jinki's attention, he says, "doms need aftercare too. It's okay, Jinki my honey. You can admit it." And then, while Jinki is blinking and trying to process that wild statement, Jonghyun stuffs another handful of nachos into his mouth. "Gosh, these are so fucking good," he groans. "I'm going to nut again." 

"Oh, like you have anything left," Jinki replies automatically, grinning. That sets Jonghyun to laughing again, to giggling, "listen, I can nut emotionally even if there's nothing left in the tank," and then the both of them are laughing, talking, joking and smiling together. Relaxing, settling down. After a minute, Jonghyun tries to pick up Jinki's hand with just his pinky lifted off of his choccy milky. Jinki lifts it for him, and then follows Jonghyun's pinky over to his head, where he pets his hair, pinches his cheek, just holds him, gently. 

That's his favorite part about aftercare. Petting Jonghyun. Just touching him, gently, wherever he wants. Making him smile. It puts Jinki's heart at ease to see him so sleepy and content, almost purring underneath his fingers.

They hang out together like that for Jinki doen't know how long; long enough to polish off all of the nachos and then some. Long enough for Jonghyun to roll over onto his back and let Jinki rub his tummy, wiggle his fingers into soft squish. Long enough and so far away enough from the sex that the smell of cum drying and staining into the extra sheets they put down is starting to get overwhelming almost to the point of hilarity.

Jinki still doesn't want to deal with that, so instead, he squishes Jonghyun's face with both hands and leans over him, bending down to quickly peck a kiss to his mouth.

"Want to go shower, cutiepie?" he asks. Jonghyun quickly brings his hands up around the back of Jinki's head, keeping him there to kiss again. When he's done, he shrugs, yawning into the back of his hand.

"Not really," he says. "I'm good."

 "You are not," Jinki sighs. "You are so sweaty and so full of cum." 

"I was sweaty," Jonghyun tells him. "Not anymore. It's all gone. And I can just put a plug in."

He's doing this just to be a little brat. Jinki knows this. It's in the sparkle of his eyes, the smirk on his mouth. It's true that Jonghyun probably doesn’t mind not showering right now, but he wouldn't mind getting in the shower either. He’s having fun choosing not to just to be contrary. Jinki loves him. 

"Up you get, leaky boy," Jinki says, sliding off of the bed and then grabbing Jonghyun's wrists. He leaves their dishes on the bed, to be cleaned up later, when he feels like it. Jonghyun offers him no help whatsoever, exaggeratedly limp and useless as Jinki tries to pull him to his feet, and then when he succeeds at that finally, Jonghyun leans all of his weight on him so he stumbles back a couple of steps. Jinki doesn't even bother reprimanding him. He knows that all Jonghyun would do is giggle.

"Do you mean my dick or my bootyhole?" Jonghyun grins into his neck.

"Yes," Jinki replies, smiling into his hair. Then he tugs him into the bathroom, ignoring his little smiles about wanting to stay sweaty and sticky. He cranks the water on hot, turns the fan on, rustles around in the closet looking for their fluffiest towels. When he turns around to toss them onto the counter, Jonghyun is sticking his hand tentatively under the water and then stepping in, standing directly underneath the spray and letting it fall directly onto his face.

Once he’s pleased with how wet he is, Jonghyun turns and leans back against the shower wall, arms limp at his sides, head tilted back, bangs in his eyes, just smiling at Jinki. Jinki smiles back, a little lovestruck for a moment, until Jonghyun sticks his tongue out at him. 

Shaking his head, Jinki pushes the pajama pants he threw on after they finished down to the floor. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he glances back at Jonghyun. Jonghyun politely closes his eyes, pretty lashes long against his cheeks, smile lazy and content. Jinki loves him even more. 

Jonghyun keeps his eyes closed all the way until Jinki steps into the shower, pulls the curtain behind him, cups his face, and presses their mouths together softly. 

"You are so gay," he murmurs when Jinki pulls away, smiling at him through his lashes. Jinki smiles back, kissing him again.

"Thanks," he says. Then, since he knows that Jonghyun isn't going to bother, he reaches for the shampoo and washes their hair for them. He slicks some conditioner through their hair as well, then gently leans Jonghyun back against the wall so he can soap himself all up quickly. Jonghyun doesn't help with that so much as just bother him, rubbing body wash over his back lazily with soft, tickling fingers, feeling up his arms greedily while he's trying to rinse himself off. 

Not once while he's doing all of this does he let his eyes wander down further than Jinki's collarbones, but still. When he's done, Jinki gets Jonghyun's wrists in his hands, pinning them to the wall so he can kiss him again.

"You are a nuisance," he chides. 

"I thought you were being nice to me now," Jonghyun pouts. It's not much of a pout, with his mouth turned up at the corners, but his lips are still puffy and his voice is still baby and Jinki feels bad anyway. 

"You're right," he sighs. Between kisses, he continues, "because you're cute. And sweet. And kind. And I love you." 

And for his compliments, and his kisses, Jonghyun calls him gay again. And then adds, "continue your aftercare. Pamper me." 

“Yes, of course," Jinki says blandly. "My aftercare.” 

He ignores the affirmative hum from Jonghyun, picking up the body wash again and getting to work. He takes his time, goes slow. He starts with a neck rub, then moves down to his shoulders, turning Jonghyun around to work his thumbs into his muscles and down his back. When he does Jonghyun's arms he makes sure to go all the way down to his hands and then kiss the back of each one, smiling against his fingers to make Jonghyun blush. 

Jonghyun dramatically lifts each one of his legs to be washed in turn, which means that they spend a turn clinging to each other and giggling, hearts pounding probably harder than they did when they were fucking, when Jonghyun loses his balance and almost falls.

And then, finally, the time comes for Jinki to spend a disproportionately long but still extremely necessary time washing Jonghyun's booty. Jonghyun senses this too, because as soon as Jinki gets his hands on the booty, he wiggles happily. Loosely circling his arms around Jinki's waist, Jonghyun nuzzles into his shoulder, closes his eyes, and gets right back to his perfect and most gorgeous state of practically purring. Jinki's favorite.

Jinki positions them to be under the shower spray more directly, so their conditioner will rinse out while they’re occupied. With water running down his face, he closes his eyes too and takes his time feeling up the booty. Squishing it, kneading it, cute and small in his hands. When he teases his fingers over the crack, pulling him open just the tiniest amount, Jonghyun gasps. His fingers curl into Jinki's back. Jinki smiles.

"Do you want to cum again?" he asks. "One more for me?" He gets one finger down to press lightly on Jonghyun's hole, all nice and slick and cummy, and very much enjoys the whimper muffled into his shoulder. 

“Noooo," Jonghyun whines, and even though he sounds genuinely disappointed, continues, "I'm all tuckered out." 

And then, quickly, a smile in his voice, tacks on, "and I mean, like, actually no. Not, like, yes please no.”

"I know," Jinki laughs. He knows. Of course he knows. He kisses the side of Jonghyun's head, conditioner and all, and starts to move his hands away. Just as quick, Jonghyun grabs his wrist and keeps his hand still. 

"Finger me, though," he says. "Feels nice."

Jinki doesn't know how he's supposed to resist that, so he obeys. With one hand, he holds Jonghyun open, and with the other, he pushes two fingers inside of his hole. He goes slow, and gentle, in and out so Jonghyun can feel each and every centimeter. He teases around his prostate without ever actually touching it, not wanting to overwhelm him. Every so often, he spreads his fingers, pulling Jonghyun open, so more cum drips out onto the shower floor and down the drain.

Jonghyun rocks his hips back against his hands. Every breath of his is either a soft little gasp in or a pleased hum out. Jinki is pleased himself, pleased and content, comfortable to stand here and do this for as long as Jonghyun wants. Anything for Jonghyun.

"Hey, Jinki?" Jonghyun says eventually. Jinki hums back to show that he's listening. Jonghyun squeezes him a little bit, smoothing his hands up and down his back. "When I was begging you to stop and saying I couldn't handle it anymore, and then you said ‘who cares?’" he says. "That was really hot." 

A smirk automatically finds its way onto Jinki's mouth. He knew that Jonghyun would like that. The demoralization, the dehumanization, the stripping of his boundaries, the tiniest hint of ownership. It was the perfect thing for the perfect fucktoy to hear and Jinki is so proud of himself for coming up with it on the spot like that. Plus, "I could tell when it made you nut so hard that you passed out for a minute," he says. Even if he wasn't sure about saying it, that reaction was a huge giveaway that it was a good idea. 

"Gosh," Jonghyun says, and he's giggling now, pressing his forehead into Jinki's shoulder. "It wasn't really a minute, was it?" he asks. 

 "15, 20 Seconds, maybe," Jinki shrugs. Long enough. 

"And you kept going?" Jonghyun asks. 

"Obviously," Jinki replies smugly. Jonghyun inflates with a big, happy breath, squeezing him tight around the middle. He squeezes him so tight that Jinki's back cracks, and then, between their breathy laughter, Jonghyun sighs, "I love you so much." 

He sounds so content and cozy and perfectly in love that Jinki has no choice but to believe him, and then he has no choice but to put his own face into his hands and decide that they're done showering now. He can't keep standing here like this if Jonghyun is going to get all soft and genuine on him. He can't handle it when he can hardly believe that he deserves it. 

Instantly Jonghyun picks up on this, and instantly he decides to take advantage of it, looking at Jinki with hearts in his eyes but a smirk on his lips while Jinki struggles to get the showerhead off of the thing so he can rinse them off properly. And when they step out of the shower, he gets to the towels first, so Jinki has to just stand there and be gently dried off and kissed all over, Jonghyun smiling soft words into his skin until his ears are bright red. Jonghyun kisses those too, and he almost melts into a puddle right there on the floor.

"Not fair," he whines, snatching the towel back to cover himself. Jonghyun, shimmying around in his own towel, opens his mouth to reply, but Jinki cuts him off first. He holds his fist up between them, wiggling it, and says, "for the laundry."

One of them has to do it, and reminding Jonghyun of it is as good enough a way to distract him as any. It works; even though Jonghyun definitely knows that's what he's doing, he still lifts up his own hand and it shakes out a quick game of rock paper scissors. He loses, so they do best two out of three, and then out of five, and then out of seven, and then Jinki stops trying to give him a chance and tells him to just get started. 

Jonghyun does with a sigh and a pout and a kiss on the cheek after they get dressed in new comfy pajamas. 

Jinki grabs their dishes to wash while he's doing that, and once he's done, he takes a moment to lean on the sink and bite his lip and think about Jonghyun and smile. Jonghyun was right. He is so gay and in love. 

He pushes off of the sink and heads to the laundry room. He doesn't want to leave his love alone for longer than he has to.

Jonghyun is pouring detergent into the washing machine when Jinki gets there, and he smiles over his shoulder when Jinki puts his hands on his waist and kisses the back of his head. Jinki doesn't say anything; he just holds Jonghyun, tight but gentle. Just to be with him, touching him, loving him. Jonghyun stays quiet as well until he gets the washing machine started. Then he pulls himself out of Jinki's arms, turns around, and hoists himself up onto the washing machine, sitting on it, legs spread to give Jinki room to stand in between them. 

"Hey, Jinki?" he asks, quiet. Jinki hums his response, putting his hands on either side of Jonghyun's hips and pressing their mouths together softly. Jonghyun kisses back for a minute, soft, slow, deep. When the kiss breaks, Jonghyun circles his arms around Jinki's neck and rests their foreheads together.

"I know you love me," he says. 

Jinki has to take a moment to process that after he hears it. He wasn't expecting that, and he wasn't expecting it to come from Jonghyun's serious voice. He opens his eyes, looking at Jonghyun's closed eyelids. Jonghyun plays with the hair at the nape of his neck as he continues, "I know you do. And I believe that you do. I can tell, all the time, that you love me." 

"Um," Jinki says.

"I wasn't done," Jonghyun tells him. He holds Jinki's head and turns him to kiss each of his cheeks. With a smile pushing up his own cheeks, he says, "I know you love me, even when you're calling me a filthy, worthless, desperate little fucktoy and using me until you're done with me even if that pushes me way past what I say my limits are." Finally he opens his eyes, meeting Jinki's up close. He has that glint in them where Jinki knows that he's being made fun of, but he is also still so soft and genuine that it almost makes Jinki's heart hurt. "That's kind of the whole point," he grins.

Jinki purses his lips, annoyed. He thinks he sees what's going on here. 

"Is this still about how you think I'm the one that needs aftercare?" he asks. 

"Am I wrong?" Jonghyun replies. He raises his eyebrows at Jinki, plays with his hair, tilts his face up to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Jinki doesn't answer at first. He wants to say that yes, Jonghyun is wrong, but. That really would be a lie. He can see that now, in this quiet little moment. Instead, he sighs, kissing Jonghyun once again. 

"I guess not," he says.

"Oh, you guess not?" Jonghyun laughs. He leans back on his hands, breathy, incredulous, bumping Jinki with his knee. Jinki can't help it; he laughs too.

"Listen," he says. "I'll admit that I deserve love when I'm good and ready." It's just that it's a whole process, and he's been working on it, but it's going to take a while, and Jonghyun knows this. "You can settle for me saying maybe." Maybe he needs care and assurance after rough sex, same as Jonghyun. Doubtful, but if Jonghyun wants to convince him, Jinki won't stop him. 

Jonghyun looks at him for a moment, lips pressed together, sighing through his nose, and then he rolls his eyes. "Fine," he smiles. "Good enough. C'mere." He makes grabby hands like he wasn't the one that moved away in the first place. Jinki leans closer anyway, letting Jonghyun hold his face and kiss him.

And kiss him, and kiss him. Jinki guesses that they're going to be doing this for a while, making out in the laundry room with the washing machine rumbling underneath them, and he can't say that he's opposed to it. 

What he can say, after another moment when a thought occurs to him, is, "did you give yourself a boner again when you called yourself a filthy worthless desperate little fucktoy?" 

Jonghyun bubbles into giggles against his mouth, then pulls him closer so he can laugh into his shoulder.

"Almost," he admits. "It was close." 

"Uh huh," Jinki says, rolling his eyes, more in love than ever.

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SHINee KINKS (ot5) edited

*Quick disclaimer! I know there will be some who are upset or uncomfortable with me or anyone writing smut for Jonghyun or including him in anything smut related or maybe anything fan-fiction relation and I understand and hear you, but not only have I done a poll asking what people would think with the majority saying that they’d want it, but I also think that as long as I or anyone else isn’t disrespecting him or anyone else, and is aware that it is all fiction and is making sure to be mindful of everyone, that it can be done right. If you are uncomfortable or upset by it, then feel free to block me, not in a “I don’t care way”, you can also send feedback. But I’m saying this to let everyone know that I do plan to continue writing about him, he’s one of my ults and I think that continuing to write about him as anyone does another idol is also remembering. I will be deleting anything hateful or triggering in anyway shape or form. Let’s all be mindful of each other and be kind, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy.*

Pronouns used: NONE (good girl/fem reader implied a few times)

TWS: Breeding, hair pulling, impact play/spanking, dirty talk, choking/breath play, sensory deprivation/blindfolding, BDSM, bondage, praise, degradation, feather play, ice play, biting, cock warming, authority play, sub/dom dynamics, exhibitionism, pet play, and dumbification.

MINHO

•Hair pulling

It's pretty straightforward, he likes pulling your hair (doesn't mind having his pulled if he's eating you out), and seeing the way you react turns him on so much

-Doesn't do it often but when he does he's more of a "grab and hold tight" type than a "yank and pull type" (that's more of Jonghyun and Kibum hehe)

-Will pull your hair if he's fucking you from behind, or if you're sucking his dick, he'll grab a handful of your hair and make you go slower or he'll fuck your face and guide your head with your hair

•Warming

-He likes when you sit on his lap anyways, he loves how you’ll wrap around him and nuzzle your body against his, despite him being muscular he’s very soft and loves it when you treat him as such. So even if you aren’t warming he loves it anyways, but it just adds another layer when he’s inside of you and you’re just sitting there on top of him.

-Sometimes he’ll sit and read a book (when he’s not out and being the active man he is) and you’ll be sitting on top of him with nothing but a loose dress on and him inside of you, occasionally “readjusting” himself and pulling you down just a little more. Sometimes he gets a little carried away and instead of it just being peaceful he’ll start moving his hips and hint for you to move too (which you always do) it’ll quickly go from you clinging to him while he does some relaxing mundane task, to him slowly fucking you while you both hold each other and softly moan into each other's ear.

•Impact Play (specifically spanking)

-Sometimes he'll role-play with you and will have you lay across his lap while he spanks you, he's more of a hand guy than a belt guy because he likes to feel your soft skin against his hands

-He'll spank you if he's (once again) fucking you from behind, walking past him, bending over, in public, changing, in the shower, it doesn't matter. Minho will smack your ass no matter where you are or what you're doing

•Authority Play

-He likes to take charge and you love seeing him do it, he'll get his military uniform from the closet (because of course he kept it) and will be like "Get on your knees" and will have you hump his leg

-He sometimes handcuffs you and will pretend to be an officer, he'll be all rough with you and grope you, grind against you and give you a "pat down" That's just him groping your entire body and bending you over then fucking you.

JINKI

•Daddy Kink

-He loves it when you sit on his lap and call him daddy, he encourages you to do it in public especially (surprisingly), and will have you ride him and call him daddy

-Even if you aren't having sex, he still wants you to call him daddy, especially since he loves taking care of you, he loves how you say it too when you get whiny and call him from another room or complain and get all bratty he gets so excited

•Ice or feathers

-He likes them because they usually call for slow and careful movements, at first he thought that it would make you a little uncomfortable but after seeing your reaction he decided to add feathers into the mix. It could be included in kissing, him eating you out, teasing, and just about anything possible.

-He’ll slowly drag an ice cube down your body, sitting it on your stomach for just a second until the heat radiating off your skin melts it just enough for him to lick up the drips of water, or hold it in his mouth while he’s between your legs and since he doesn’t want it to be too cold he makes sure to keep his hands warm and switch between his tongue and his fingers. With the feathers he’ll brush them against your thighs, slowly going up to your hips, stomach, nipples, then sides of your neck, every breath, gasp, and shiver makes him feel more and more pleased.

•Choking/breath play

-He's super careful when it comes to choking you and made sure to do plenty of research on it before trying it on you because even though it's exciting it can be dangerous

-He'll wrap his arm around your throat while fucking you from behind, choke you while you're underneath him, cover your mouth and nose while he's fingering you, and even force you to hold your breath while you're cumming

•Breeding

-He looooovveesssss breeding, although he's said plenty of times that he's not ready for kids (and you have said the same) he can't get enough of cumming inside of you and the thought of you being marked as his

-He puts you in mating presses so often that you're surprised when he doesn't, he'll have you walk around with a vibrator inside of you to keep his cum in all day and when you get home he'll take it out and clean you up while calling you a good girl for holding it in all-day

KIBUM

•Degradation

-Loves calling you things like "dirty whore", "My pretty slut", "Fuck toy", "pretty bitch", "dumb whore" and more, and loves it when you call him things like "stupid boy", "dumb slut", "Man whore", and especially "Sexy bitch"

-If he's in charge for the night he'll fuck you while he's degrading you, he talks dirty to you and talk about how he's going to fuck you dumb and how good you feel, how you're such a pretty whore while he's deep inside of you

•Pillow talk or you talking about your day

-He doesn’t mean to but hearing you talk about your day and rant or ramble turns him on so much, he loves to watch the way you explain things, the way you talk and your mannerisms make him want to sweep you off your feet, kiss you, and explore every inch of your body. He especially loves it because he thinks your voice is so beautiful, he always asks you about your day but not because he wants to be all horny and stuff, just because he wants to know but every time he’s so hard that it’s impossible to hide.

-He’ll ask you if he can eat you out or finger you while you talk about your day, he won’t go super fast because he still wants you to talk but he will put his all into pleasing you, he loves it when your voice gets all shaky and you can’t help but let out small moans in between words. You can always tell when he’s getting turned on from listening to you talk because his face gets all red and he won’t stop smiling and will avoid your gaze, he’ll get so cute and shy when he listens to you talk. Sometimes he even asks you to ride him while you talk about your day or ramble about random things.

•Dumbification

-He loves fucking you till you can't speak, the sound of you babbling nonsense and shouting out random strings of pleas, curses, and jumbled messes of praise, it turns him on so much to see you so thoughtless

-He loves to see your face when he's fucking you because he can see that switch in your brain turn off and watch you go dumb off the pleasure, he is so obsessed with you looking so lewd and smiling, crying, begging, moaning, and rolling your eyes back as you cum, you look so pretty when you can't think to him

•Latex

-No matter who's in it, he loves the feeling and the sight of it, it's a healthy mixture of you both wearing it and he especially loves it when you wear it, latex books, thigh highs, gloves, pants, whatever. It turns him into an animal

-You have a pair of latex pants that hug your legs and waist perfectly, when he's subbing he'll grind against you and let you overstimulate him. But when he's domming he'll wear a pair of latex gloves and spank you with them on, or wear a pair of latex boots and make you grind against them until you get overstimulated

TAEMIN

•Pet Play

-He bought you an adorable collar, cute cat ears, a tail, and your very own cat bowl, he loves seeing you crawl to him and drink water out of the bowl, and he loves when you climb up on his lap and nuzzle into him while poking your butt out like you're in heat

-He'll fuck you on the kitchen floor while you're on your hands and knees, or he'll put a leash on you and pull it while he's fucking you and yank your collar, he'll lean in really close while he's fucking you and whisper in your ear calling you a 'naughty kitty' and a 'bad girl (I wish I could go on omg)

•Blind folding/ sight deprivation

-He likes it when you blindfold him, but he likes to blindfold you just as much. He thinks that it’s romantic that you are trusting him with your body and that he’s trusting you with his, he also likes the idea of just feeling. Following each other's touch and being so excited for the next touch, when he first told you about him wanting to be the one wearing the blindfold he was a little shy to admit that he wanted to try it too, but you were more than happy to try it.

-The blindfolds are only used for foreplay, you both like it more since foreplay is all about building excitement and anticipation. You’ll be kissing him and will suddenly pull away for a few seconds, he gets all pouty and will whine and ask you to come back but instead, you kiss him on his shoulder or his chest, he loves it when you pick random spots to kiss or run your fingers along. When you are the one being teased he likes to worship your body, he’ll kiss you from head to toe, his fingers dancing across your skin, and his hair tickling the inside of your thighs ever so slightly. He’ll pull away a few times, but you can never guess when he’ll do it or for how long he’ll do it, he thinks it’s more exciting like that.

•Exhibition

-Those giant windows in his living room come in handy when he's feeling extra risky, since he knows that’s the closet he can get to doing anything anywhere really public he always limits it to in front of those giant windows, in his car in an empty parking lot (with probably his own music playing...Move most likely lol), one of the dance practice rooms, the recording studio, an empty dressing room, and one of the bathrooms in the sm building

-Presses you against the glass while telling you to look out the window at all of the people he'll be fucking you and will be like "Does it feel good? Do you like being watched?" Loves it when you play into it and mention how it makes you excited to think about someone catching him fucking you. He especially likes it when you can't keep your voice down and will whimper and bite him to stay quiet.

•Kissing

-He has a rule about kissing him in front of other people because he knows how you both get and even though he's into public play, he'd rather not fuck you in front of his manager (in front of SHINee is a different story though but I'll save that for another day) the minute he kisses you he's itching for more

-Kisses you while fucking you, he likes to see your face when he's fucking you because he wants to be able to kiss you. Pillowy lips + A1 stroke game + Pretty moans = Lee Taemin. He'd even make out with you while grinding against you, he'll even pull you off your knees when you're giving him head and kiss you right after

JONGHYUN

•Hair pulling

-Isn't the "Pull and hold type" he's the "pull and keep pulling" type, he'll pull your hair while you kissing and yank your head back by your hair, and sometimes he'll be playing in your hair, and will randomly pull it because he just loves the way you react

-He won't pull your hair if you're on your knees but he will while he's fucking you, your scalp will get sore from the pulling but he feels so good inside of you that you don't even care

•Biting

-Sometimes you'll playfully bite him while you're out and nibble on his shoulder or his bicep and he'll give you that bedroom look to warn you, or he'll bite you and it'll start as a joke but then he'll bite even harder and will go from biting you on your shoulder or arm and then will move up to your neck and game over when he gets there, no turning back when he finally gets excited

-He fucks you in whatever position gets his mouth the closet to your shoulders, neck, and lips, he loves the feeling of your skin in his mouth, the way you sound, it makes him so excited (he's a vampire like frl) and he loves the way your teeth feel against his skin, he doesn't like it when you try to hold back and will bite him softly, he wants you to bite him to the point that he leaves a mark. He'll have you sit on his lap while he fingers you and he'll let you bite him, in short, he loves biting

•Eye Contact

-The softer sweeter side of him loves eye contact the last and lingers. He loves how pretty your eyes are, and he always makes sure to look you in the eyes before kissing you, he’ll sit in front of you and just stare for a second then lean in a kiss you, eye contact with you gives him butterflies and because he has the prettiest eyes to ever exist you love it just as much.

-During sex, he’ll go slow, caress your face, smile a little, and look you in the eyes while telling you that you look so pretty, he’d be glistening in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, his lips slightly red with your kisses scattered over his skin (soon to be covered by the makeup artists lol) and breathing heavily as he tries his best to hold himself together and keep the romantic atmosphere.

•Praise

-He's always complimenting you, no matter what, but you know when that switch goes off in his head and it goes from compliments to praise from the way his tone will change. He'll go from "You look so nice today." To "You're so pretty baby, who's my pretty girl? Huh?" And "Wow, this is so good baby." To "Such a good girl, you like being a good girl for me baby?"

-He'll be fucking you and will hold you against his chest from behind while whispering in your ear that you take him so well, he'll tell you that you're doing such a good job and will encourage you to be louder, he'll call you pretty, kiss your entire body, tell you that you look so beautiful when you cum for him and will praise when he's done and shower you in love and kisses.

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[kiestrokes]

Kie, I am in desperate need of some SHINee hard hours 👹 but also soft bc you know I am a soft bby

So what do you think would make the members go feral for you but in like a ✨tender✨ way, and how would that manifest?

SHINee Soft Kinks That Lead to Hard Hours | NSFW

Pairing: SHINee x Gender Neutral!Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Genre: hard hours, headcanon, imagine, fluff, smut. Warnings: Jonghyun is mentioned below, warning to my fellow Shawols who still find it difficult to read or see him.

Sexually Explicit Content: non explicit smut, kissing, biting, marking, fondling.

🗝️ Note: @chans-room I might kick you out of the jaeger (again) for this...esp after you know I was secretly drooling over Minho's tummy in our DM's last night. Nothing is beta read per usual.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Kim Jonghyun We are going to keep Jjong PG-13 out of respect, but Jjong's biggest soft kink is eye contact, add in touching and you've seen how it instantly makes him a magnet to other members and idols. Jonghyun needs to caress and kiss every inch of your body and as soon as its reciprocated, it's like you set him on fire in the best way possible.

Lee Jinki Ohhh Jinki 🫠 hear me out...Jinki's soft kink is laughter. He loves laughing, but a person who is just so willing to laugh too? Oh, he is whipped. It takes you a little while to figure this out, why this man is always attacking you with kisses in the middle of your giggles and smiles. Jinki is soft and romantic, intimacy with him is slow and sustained. He's holding off his orgasms for an hour, working you slowly through several first.

Choi Minho MinhoeMinhoeMinhoe. The way to this man is through his stomach. You make him a feast and he's immediately taking you to bed afterwards. Where you can’t stop yourself from kissing a nipping at his swollen belly. His abs still faintly outlined underneath the stretch of his stomach. He has the softest, most supple skin from his strict skincare and grooming schedule. Fed Minho is a little slower about things, he's going to take his time. Making everything all that much more intense. Not as drawn out as Jinki, Minho is sensual and you're both coming in no time.

Kim Kibum Can I do this? Yes...okay. He might be the hardest to configure when it comes to soft kinks, I think Kibum really loves receiving gifts. Especially if he doesn't have to tell you himself. I can just imagine it's a random Tuesday morning and you picked up something he had been eyeing a couple weeks ago (you also feed the dogs because Kibum cannot stand the smell of their food). He gasps, clutching the item and then clutching you. Peppering you with kisses between his praise. He is quick to reciprocate in working your body to a quick orgasm with that talented mouth and pretty hands.

Lee Taemin I think for Taemin it is honestly anyone that can keep up with him dancing. In the middle of the club, the undulating bodies, the closeness of everything. The minute your hips track with his and you never step on his toes, not even once 👀 Taemin is ready to corral you into a dimly lit corridor. Being intimate with him is not quick, everything is sensual and drawn out mirroring the way that he dances. He takes his time, because there is no need to rush in our little cancer bbys mind. Little touches from his small hands everywhere until you're dragging his pretty lips back to your mouth. Taemin doesn't mind when you take control, but he still has these tendencies (the grip on your waist, on the back of your neck, in his gaze) that let you know he is in mutual control.

© COPYRIGHT 2023 by kiestrokes All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

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OT5; Held Close; PG

ot5 all being wish granters that hang out in the same liminal nonspace to grant their wishes together : ) I've actually had this idea for a long time but I didn't I have a setting for it until I saw this photo card lol

Minho’s wishes come to him slowly, one at a time. He takes his time listening to and granting them as they come. In between wishes, he plays with Jinki's hands, or freestyles quick little rap verses to go with Jinki's singing, or just closes his eyes and rests, snuggled comfortably in Jinki's lap. Jonghyun used to be jealous that all of his wishes don't come down at him at once – Kibum still is – but he gets it now. Him and Kibum work until they're done with their piles; Minho doesn't finish until his shift is over four hours later. Always, he's still getting wishes dropped down onto him by the time Jonghyun is leaving.

Jonghyun appears.

Not suddenly, but not a little bit at a time, either. One moment, he's not there, and then the next moment, he sort of is. Fading in slowly, his outlines steadily growing sharper, and when he finally settles, it's almost like he was never not there at all. 

"Star light star bright, first star I see tonight, star light star bright, first star I see tonight, star light star bright, star light star bright, star light star bright...." he mumbles to himself. He almost hums it, it almost sounds musical as it comes out of him. 

As he comes into being, so too do his surroundings, filling in slowly closer to him and then further out as if reacting to his existence. First a loose wooden rope bridge, floating in mid-air, suspended on nothing. The slats creak and sway underneath his feet, a small gap between every one betraying not a fall, but an endless expanse of nothingness all the same. He walks along it at a leisurely pace, continuing his rhythmic monologue as the bridge stretches and curls out behind him, materializes in front of him.

Stars appear around him, grouped in little clusters, not a single one alone. Jonghyun sees them through sparse, swirling clouds that drift around him and in the distance. Before very long, a small ball of pink light appears from underneath him. It floats through the newly-created atmosphere, meandering its way around until it finds Jonghyun and he plucks it out of the air.

"Star light star bright," it whispers to him. "I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight." It whispers its wish to him, asking for courage through the long night. As he holds it in his palm, fuzzy and warm, another wish drifts up to him. He takes a hold of that one too, listening to its incantation and then its request for good luck the next day. Another wish; another incantation; another plea for a loved one to get well soon.

One by one, wish by wish, Jonghyun collects the little floating balls of pink light. He holds them all in his palm, and when that fills up, tucks his arm to his torso so he can start placing them in the little shelf that that creates. One by one, wish by wish, faster and faster, Jonghyun bites his lip as he reaches for each one. It's hard to hold them all, harder still to balance them all, hardest yet to listen to them when they're all speaking to him at once. He leans a little too far reaching for a wish and squeaks in surprise when one falls out of the crook of his elbow. 

Quickly he tries to reach for it to catch it, but when he does, more fall out of his arms. He curses softly, trying to lunge for them, spilling even more, when all of a sudden, there’s another pair of hands helping him gather.

Small, pudgy, gentle, and strong, they sweep up all of the falling wishes and hold them out to Jonghyun. Jonghyun looks up and Jinki is there. Just when Jonghyun needed him. Like he was there the entire time.

Smiling, relieved, Jonghyun says, "thanks, Jinx." Instead of taking the handful of wishes back, he deposits even more into jinki's arms, gratefully unloading onto him. Jinki smiles back, eyes sparkling underneath his wavy bangs. 

"Of course, starshine," he says warmly. Jonghyun bites his lip, turning so he can catch more wishes, pretending that his cheeks aren't suddenly as pink as they are.

Jinki doesn't mention it, thankfully. He does smirk about it, but that's easier to ignore. And, after a few minutes, it's easy to smirk back, to try a little flirting of his own now that Jonghyun's over the initial headrush. That's the thing about Jinki; he's always so so so much, but only at the beginning. Only at first, and then he becomes soft, easy, comfortable, familiar. This is a nightly meeting between the two of them so Jonghyun is used to not always being used to him by now. 

It only takes a couple more minutes for the wishes to start slowing down. The time increases between each one, longer and longer, as more stars appear and less people make wishes to him. Soon, Jonghyun sits down on the wooden bridge, crossing his legs in front of him. He gently drops all of the wishes into his lap, helping Jinki pour his own armload of wishes into the pile. Instead of falling down through the wooden slats between his legs, they float, hovering over the empty space like it's solid ground. He makes sure that he has them all, and that he's comfortable, and then he starts sorting through them. 

He has three categories for wishes: first, the ones that he can grant right now, like luck or reassurance. He does those as he reaches them, pouring his magic into them and pressing them against his chest over his heart so they merge with his body. Second, the ones that will take a little time, a little effort, maybe a little cosmic intervention, like a wish to meet someone specific tomorrow or to have good results on something important. Those wishes, he hands to Jinki, letting him stack them into a soft, fuzzy, warm pyramid on the bridge in front of him.

And third, the wishes that Jonghyun can't grant. Wishes to change the past, wishes for miracles, wishes that he could do in theory but that would take all of his power and leave him with none left for a month's worth of wishes. With those, he holds each one in cupped hands, whispers an apology, seals it was a kiss, and then quickly squishes them between his palms, crushing them into stardust. He blows that into the void too, filling it with the desperate magic of yearning to replace what he takes every time he grants a wish.

He's about halfway through his wishes when Jinki looks up suddenly. His eyes glaze over, stars and cosmos swirling around in them as he steps out of their shared reality for just a moment. Then, all of a sudden, he's back, blinking quickly and shaking his head.

"Excuse me for a minute," he says, placing a final wish onto his pyramid and standing up. He dusts off his jeans, then takes a few steps back. Jonghyun nods his head, not looking up from his work. Must be almost time.

Within a moment, it happens: Kibum appears. Not slowly, like Jonghyun; suddenly, instantly, on the exact second. He pops in hard, shaking the wooden bridge as he stumbles until he falls right into Jinki's waiting arms. It seems like he barely notices Jinki, though; he's holding onto his head, pressing his palms into his ears, tangling his fingers into his hair and pulling, his face scrunched up in pain. A cascade of light green wishes descends on top of him, pulling themselves from the void and landing on him, tumbling over his hair and shoulders to puddle around his feet.

For one whole entire minute, for 60 long, dragging seconds, Jinki holds Kibum. Jinki holds Kibum up on his feet, rocks him back and forth gently, runs his fingers through his hair. He stays quiet, but Jonghyun knows that his lips brush Kibum's fingers over his ear, pressing soft, unspoken words of comfort against them.

And then, all at once, the minute is over. The wishes stop. The last one bounces off of Kibum's shoulder and tumbles over all of the other ones until it rolls to a stop by Jinki's right foot.

Kibum stays in Jinki's arms. Shaking, trembling, breathing. Slowly, his arms lower from covering his ears to holding Jinki around the neck. He presses his forehead to Jinki's shoulder.

"You okay?" Jinki asks then, soothing and quiet. Kibum takes another couple of moments to gather himself.

"I sure am something." He finally pushes himself away from Jinki, shaking his head and blinking his eyes open. Over Jinki's shoulder, Jonghyun glances up and watches Kibum, smirking. Just like every night, Kibum looks at Jinki, swallows hard, and puts his face into his hands. And just like every night, he quickly puts a hand on Jinki's cheek and turns him away, like pushing Jinki out of his direct line of sight will make him less flustered. He should know by now that it doesn't work.

All at once, like his wishes, Kibum drops down. He sits himself down right in the middle of the pile, legs sprawled out and hands flopped down between his lap. He blows a puff of air through his lips, looking at all of the fuzzy light green balls of light around him. Jonghyun catches his eye, raises one eyebrow; Kibum flips him off.

"You couldn't conjure up somewhere more comfortable to land on?” He grumbles as he does it, sticking his fingers through the empty spaces in the wooden bridge. "Hey babe," he adds after. Jonghyun smiles, flattered by the gesture and the greeting.

"Hey," he says back, ignoring the judgment of this little space that he's created.

"Like for horses," Jinki hums, sitting down comfortably between them with his legs straight in front of him. 

Both Jonghyun and Kibum roll their eyes and get back to their work. Jinki takes no offense. Instead, he starts singing, a soft, quiet little lullaby. Serenely, languidly, from the top of his head, improvised and fun. Sometimes it's more humming than words, and sometimes the words are spoken in a language derived from the same unfathomable energy that comes from his eyes, but neither of them mind. They enjoy it as something that they know Jinki loves to do, and they enjoy it as a backdrop to their wish sorting.

Kibum has a similar system to Jonghyun, but while Jonghyun works as he goes, Kibum sorts all of his wishes into three piles before he starts granting any of them. Easy, hard, and ungrantable. His last category is relatively much larger than Jonghyun's because so many of his wishers misjudge the amount of time in a minute and their wishes get cut off halfway through when the time turns from 11:11 to 11:12. 

Even so, it takes him so long to listen to all of them that he's still not done when Jinki, eyes glazed over again, murmurs "midnight."

And just like that, Minho starts fading in. Not like Jonghyun, slow and steady, or like Kibum, sudden and punctual. He fuzzes in and out, blurry one moment and solid the next. It takes him a long time to take full, corporeal form, like he's just drifting in, never entirely all the way here or all the way not. But when he does finally arrive with warmth and weight to him, he's lying down and his head is in Jinki's lap. His long body stretches out in front of them, one leg bent at the knee, the other dangling off of the edge of the bridge.

"Good morning," Jinki tells him cutely, rubbing his shoulders.

“Mmm, good night," Minho mumbles back. He smiles at Jinki, little and sleepy, his eyes sparkling behind hooded lids. He yawns, and as he does, a fuzzy lavender wish descends gently down on top of him. He catches it, brings it to his ear, and listens to its whisper. Then he pushes it inside of himself to be granted.

Minho stretches his arms far above his head, then lowers them down on either side of him, reaching for Jonghyun and Kibum. Kibum holds his hand, tangling their fingers together, and continues his wish sorting without looking up. Jonghyun grabs the hand offered to him, brings it to his mouth, and says, “ang!” playfully, pretending to bite his fingers off with a loud snap of his teeth. Then he kisses the back of it and lets it go. "Hello, tall one," he says.

"Hello, tiny one," Minho smirks. He pats the bridge underneath him, points up lazily at it trailing through the starry sky above him. "You come up with this?" He asks. "It's pretty." The compliment comes out as a yawn as another wish floats down to him. He plucks it out of the air and holds it to his ear.

"I did, thank you," Jonghyun says, proud. He flicks his eyes over to Kibum. "Nice to know someone appreciates my efforts around here." Kibum, still not looking up from his work, flips him off again. He also smiles, and Jonghyun smiles back.

Minho chuckles as he crushes the wish and blows the particles out into the void. As always, his laugh is quiet, sleepy, deep, warm. Jonghyun knows what he sounds like when he's wide awake and peppy, not in a state of constantly falling asleep like all of his wishers. When Minho isn't on duty, his laugh is loud and high-pitched, a jolt of energy to everyone around. Jonghyun likes his soft little chuckles more, though. No one else gets those. No one but their tiny little group of granters.

Minho’s wishes come to him slowly, one at a time. He takes his time listening to and granting them as they come. In between wishes, he plays with Jinki's hands, or freestyles quick little rap verses to go with Jinki's singing, or just closes his eyes and rests, snuggled comfortably in Jinki's lap. Jonghyun used to be jealous that all of his wishes don't come down at him at once – Kibum still is – but he gets it now. Him and Kibum work until they're done with their piles; Minho doesn't finish until his shift is over four hours later. Always, he's still getting wishes dropped down onto him by the time Jonghyun is leaving. 

Slowly, the three of them make their way through their work. Kibum finishes sorting his wishes and starts crushing each ungrantable one after the other so soon he's sitting in a cloud of green dust. Jonghyun finishes up with his smaller wishes and starts working on his big wishes, listening again to each one and putting all of his focus and thought into granting them. Every so often, Minho will say a wish of his out loud, asking for advice. Usually it's Jinki that answers, but Jonghyun or Kibum will throw in their opinion every now and again. 

They ease into the comfortable familiarity of it all. It's like this every night. Just the four of them, quietly doing their own work, but together. Simpe, cozy. Relaxing. Calm. Nothing to interrupt their focus, except on the rare occasions when – 

"Wait." Jinki snaps his head up suddenly, interrupting himself mid hum. His eyes glaze with the entirety of the cosmos for just a second before he curses, "fuck, wait. Fuck, shit. Excuse me, baby, fuck." He scrambles to get out from underneath Minho without jostling him. Staggering to his feet, he shakes his head, looks up at the endless expanse above them, and starts jogging down the bridge, away from Jonghyun, behind Kibum, cursing under his breath the entire time.

Jonghyun watches him go and feels excitement fill him up like he's a balloon, inflating his chest, pushing up his cheeks, brightening his smile. He knows exactly what that means. 

Kibum knows too, and it's like he's a direct opposite to Jonghyun: he deflates, rolling his eyes, scowling.

"Oh, great," both of them say in two very different tones. Minho grunts an incoherent noise back, trying to get comfortable again after the sudden loss of his pillow. Jinki keeps jogging, and then running, and then sprinting, the bridge materializing under his feet with each step, glancing over his shoulder, holding his arms out, and is just in the exact perfect spot to catch Taemin when he hurtles out of the sky. 

Taemin comes in with a shout of laughter, clinging around Jinki's neck with his arms and scrambling to get his legs around his waist as Jinki staggers, spins, struggles to hold his weight. He's loud, energetic, eye catching and attention holding, his eyes and his smile as bright as a shooting star. 

Jinki laughs with him, relief and adrenaline and genuine happiness to see him. Just like he is with the other three. Slowly, Taemin calms down, his forehead pressed to Jinki's. His laughter turns to giggles, turns to chuckles, turns to just a smile.

And then, as if on cue, his wishes follow. They streak through the sky in the same curve and speed that he did, hundreds of fuzzy yellow balls of light like a comet trail directly to him. Taemin barely has time to say, "oh, geez, they're coming," before Jinki is turning them around so his back is to the wishes. Each one bounces weightlessly off of Jinki as Taemin curls into his neck, covering their heads with his little hands.

"You smell good," he says once the wishes let up. 

"Thank you," Jinki replies. His voice is nothing but a smile. He lets Taemin down carefully in the middle of all of his wishes, then lets Taemin walk towards the rest of the group ahead of him.

Taemin walks with a bounce and a groove in his steps, a brightness in his smile that Jonghyun can't help but match. He loves when Taemin joins them. Taemin's wishes follow him, floating behind him like dandelion seeds, and Jinki follows them, gently ushering each one into the air and making sure that none of them get left behind. It's more for Jinki's preference than anything, because the wishes will all wind up where Taemin winds up anyway, made to him as they are. 

When he reaches the group, Taemin stops behind Kibum for just long enough to grab his shoulders and pull him backwards hard enough to make him fall but gently enough that it's a soft landing. Kibum was expecting it; Jonghyun knows that he was, he always is, because Taemin always does it, and Kibum always lets him do it. And always, like every time, Kibum snaps and curses at him anyway, and like every time, Taemin's smile gets even brighter. Taemin breezes right by, his wishes trailing him and getting in Kibum's way as he tries to sit back up. 

Minho lifts his hands up for Taemin to hold when he gets there. Taemin ignores them and bends over so he can poke all over Minho's tummy instead. He takes advantage of Minho's sleepy attitude and easily swats away his hands, continuing to tickle him until he's just about to get actually angry, and then he holds his hands like Minho wanted him to do in the first place. Then Taemin steps over Minho, still not caring that his wishes get in the way of the few lavender ones trying to float down. Jinki, retaking his place underneath Minho's head, guides the yellow wishes out of the way of the lavenders.

Taemin doesn't try anything with Jonghyun. He takes the hand that Jonghyun offers out to him and lets Jonghyun kiss his knuckles, then walks around and sits himself down. Their backs thump together; Taemin's breath oofs out of him. Jonghyun takes the impact with ease, enjoying the warmth of their bodies together, the tickles of Taemin's hair on the back of his neck, the fuzzy playfulness of his wishes as they dance around him. Slowly, taking their time, they all drift by until they're surrounding Taemin once more.

"Hey,” Taemin says finally. He plucks his wishes out of the air one by one, granting or crushing them at random. He's a little stingy with his granting, so it's only periodically that Jonghyun hears the smacking of his lips that means Taemin has popped a wish into his mouth. 

And then it’s the five of them. Quiet, cozy, comfortable. Jinki starts humming again and this time it's a song that Jonghyun knows. He sings along softly, breathily, in between listening to his wishes. Taemin moves back and forth against him, shoulders grooving to the tune. 

Kibum, always efficient, finishes first. He pushes his last wish Into the hollow of his throat just above his collarbones and stands up as the green light is still fading underneath his skin. Stretching his arms over his head, he says, "all right. I'll be at the gardens. One of you better come hang out with me when you're done or else I'll be grumpy. Later.” And then he's gone, popping out of their little space just as suddenly as he popped in. 

Jonghyun chuckles to himself. The gardens. Of course that's where he's going. Maybe if it's cloudy he'll go meet up with Kibum for a little bit, but if it's not then he's sure Kibum will invite himself over to his place eventually anyway. He always does. 

"Jinx, can I request a song?" Taemin asks.

"Maybe,” Jinki says without a shred of Defiance in his voice. “Which song?” 

"The one about the friendzone." 

"Play the Field,” Jonghyun translates before Jinki can ask. 

"Play the – that one isn't about the friendzone,” Minho says indignantly. 

"It kind of is," Taemin says. 

"Is not." Jinki is defiant now, pouting with the force of countless galaxies in his eyes. Luckily for Taemin, he's not facing Jinki so he can't see that. Jonghyun can, though, and it makes him feel bad enough that he decides to stay out of the conversation instead of joining it on Taemin's side. 

He just listens instead, enjoying the sounds of their voices mixing together as he focuses on his wishes. He does love listening to their conversations.

Maybe half an hour later, after the argument ends, after Jinki sings the song and a few more, after Minho has started dozing on and off between wishes, Jonghyun finishes granting his last wish of the night. Gently, slowly, he leans forward, away from Taemin, until Taemin realizes and sits up on his own. Distractedly, he reaches behind himself and pats Jonghyun, his hand lingering on his chest and tummy as Jonghyun stands up. His fingers leave trails of yellow dust. "Nighty night," he says. 

“Mmhmm,” Jonghyun hums. "Come over sometime and let me baby you,” he says. It's been too long. Taemin doesn't turn around, but he smiles so big that Jonghyun can see it in his cheeks. 

"Will do,” he says.

Warm in his heart, Jonghyun walks the few steps to Minho and kicks his foot lightly. "You too," he says. "But don't expect me to baby you.” Knowing the pair of them, when Minho comes over all they're going to do is argue for an hour and then cuddle. Minho doesn't open his eyes, or reply out loud. But he does lift the sleepiest thumbs up and smile the tiniest little curve of lips. Which is enough for Jonghyun.

And then Jinki. Jonghyun doesn't ask him to come over; he never does. Jinki is almost always busy and Jonghyun hates to make him feel guilty about it. He just puts his hands on Jinki's shoulders, smiling down at him with all of the fondness in his heart. "Thanks," he says. 

Jinki smiles right back at him, calm, peaceful, comfortable. "Hey,” he says. He blinks once; his brown eyes fill with the entirety of the cosmos. The stars in them shift, change, dim, becoming the void, everything and nothing, drawing Jonghyun in, repelling him away. And then, from the darkness, Jinki’s wishes appear. Each one is a peachy orange and they glow bright enough to cast soft spotlights on Jonghyun’s arms. They float around inside of Jinki, safe and protected, and they disappear one at a time until there's four, and then until there's only a single wish left. Jonghyun doesn't need to ask to know whose it is.

“It’s my pleasure," Jinki says. He blinks again and his eyes return to normal, warm and brown, flecks of gold. 

Jonghyun, warm with affection and gratitude, leans down and brushes a kiss to Jinki's cheek.