#shin fluff

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It's rare that he actually has rough sex with you. Intimacy is key with him. Slow, deep thrusts, extreme amount of physical contact between your bodies... and hand holding.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Shin Asakura has a hand holding addiction!

He can compromise on intimacy. You do have to be literally melding into each other for him to enjoy sex. It doesn't have to be slow and passionate. He'll live. But, for the love of god, don't take your hand away from him!

He'll forever proclaim that he's a top. Anyone who asks won't immediately get an answer. But, if provoked correctly, he'll definitely say he's always topping. Except he isn't. He's a switch. When things get too rough for him, he's not against letting you take the lead. And a part of him actually loves when you do.

You can peg him.

He's very much into praise. Tell him he's doing a good job. Please! He'll eat it up and then do better.

He'll talk big about his stamina and whatnot. But he'll last about 2-4 rounds. It's not that he can't last longer. It's that beyond that point, his brain is fried. He'll just black out and start running on pure instinct.

Towards the beginning, he'll definitely try to mask his sounds. You'll hear groans and grunts from him with occasional moan when you feel too good. But after the second or third round, he'll whimper and whine. If you get him far enough, he might even start crying into your shoulder.

a/n: I'm side eyeing you guys. What do you mean I'm sitting with an inbox full of Shin requests? 🤨

But you're all super sweet and writing him is both fun and easy, so I'll play your game! Have your Shin!🤍

Your room has never been cleaner. It’s a small studio, just a little over how much a college student living in Japan can afford, and usually, there’d be piles of clothes hanging on the backs of plastic chairs, plushies scattered across the floor – victim after victim to your devastating tossing and turning during the night –, scrap paper and ballpoint pens lying on every hard surface. But given that your boyfriend, Shin, will be staying with you for a week over winter break, you put in the effort to make your place look somewhat presentable and spacious enough for two people.

It’s not like he hasn’t come over before, but that was at the beginning of the school year in March when you had just moved in, and most of your belongings hadn’t arrived yet. At the time, the two of you barely knew each other; he only came to drop off some soldering tools that Natsuki, your mutual friend, had been holding onto for you, but from first glance, Shin looked absolutely adorable to you, and you knew you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him. After a few months, thanks to many chance encounters on campus and several more deliberate efforts on your end to meet up (mainly never-ending text messages in all-caps to Natsuki demanding he set the two of you up), the two of you began dating towards the latter half of the summer.

That’s why you’re not only excited that he’s staying over, but it’ll also be your first Christmas together as a couple! Throughout the past week, you’ve been daydreaming for hours on end about all of the romantic, cheesy things the two of you can do together – cuddling while watching a movie in the dark, making hot chocolate together, waking early to a white Christmas, the list goes on. But, more importantly, you have a single goal for this Christmas, one that will change the progression and trajectory of your relationship, and you must accomplish it.

You’ll finally convince Shin to make out with you (and maybe do more)!

Aside from teasing pecks and soft smooches, the two of you haven't done more, and it almost pains you to admit that your relationship is still on first base. To be fair, it’s not like you haven’t pressed for more. Especially when the mood seems more heated, you always ask your boyfriend for more, at which he blushes furiously but shakes his head, refusing to give you what you need. 

“I’m too nervous, and I don’t know how to,” he admitted once, begrudging and a little ashamed in tone. “You’re my first, so… I don’t really know what to do.”

At that, you backed off, not wanting to pressure him into doing something he’s not prepared for.

But it’s been months since that conversation, and your impatience is returning ten-fold. You’ve also noticed that, as of late, he’s been staring at your lips more, lightly panting under his breath whenever the two separate from a kiss, hands clenching and fisted at his sides whenever you lean a little too closely, as if he’s resisting some devilish temptation or desire.

Now that you have the chance, you have to ask him again, and if he lets you, you’ll teach him everything he has to know.

The doorbell rings, and you drop your phone down onto the kitchen counter and scramble over to the door. You fling the door open and spring forward, causing Shin to shout in surprise as you hug him.

“Shin!” you chirp, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you release him.

He sets down his duffle bag with clothes, toiletries, and other necessities for the upcoming week onto the ground, while holding onto a small bag with a ribbon tying the handles together. He pecks you on the forehead before shoving the party bag at your direction. “Merry Christmas!”

You can’t help but yelp with delight, hands clapping vigorously, before you take it from him. You look back at him and, with a large, wide smile, ask, “I thought we weren’t going to exchange gifts?”

With a shy sigh, he rubs a hand behind his neck, ears tinged pink, as he explains, “It’s not really a present. Just some goods from back home since you’re letting me stay over.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you, Shin!”

You fling your arms around your boyfriend again, embracing him tightly again, and you don’t let him go until you hear him wheezing for air.

Promptly, you let go before turning around and beckoning him with dramatic waves of your arms to follow after you. “Come in! Just make yourself comfortable!”

Shin chuckles before setting his duffle bag next to your bed before joining you in the kitchen. You’re pouring hot milk into two mugs, and he helps you drop marshmallow bits on top to complete the hot chocolate.

As you both sit down at your dining table, you ask him, “Are you feeling alright? I know this is your first Christmas away from home…”

Originally, your boyfriend was supposed to return home, but the weather had taken a turn for the worse, and it wasn’t safe anymore for him to drive home on his motorcycle. It’s quite obvious how much Shin’s family means to him – his phone wallpaper is of his two sisters, Lu and Hana, and he calls his parents every weekend. His brother, Heisuke, along with his pet bird Piisuke, often drop by as well. While you’re excited that the two of you can spend more time together, you’re worried that the tradeoff came at his loss.

Shin glances at you as he blows at the persistent steam rising from his cup. With a shrug, he says, “Oh, it’s not a big deal. The forecast said the snowstorm will clear by next week, so I’ll get home right before New Year’s.”

Despite his nonchalance, you let out a loud wail and bury your face into the crook of his neck. “Don’t worry, Shin!” you declare, though your volume's muffled by his sweatshirt. “We’ll have so much fun together!”

And the evening is fun! As per tradition, the two of you order fried chicken with several side dishes – corn with melted cheese, toasted bread, garlic fries – and chow down while catching up on several movies that neither of you could watch due to endless assignments and deadlines. You also force Shin to do a sheet mask with you, and throughout the 15-minute wait, Shin’s incredibly restless and has to fidget in some way, whether that be bouncing his leg or wriggling his finger or elbowing you in the rib cage. By the time you both are ready for bed, it’s already past midnight – in other words, officially Christmas.

“Merry Christmas,” you giggle as you crawl into the covers.

Shin’s already lying on his back, sprawled across the entire bed, and you take care not to step or press down on him. You hook a leg across his midriff and fold your arms together between your bodies, one hand flattened over his chest directly where his heart rests underneath. His heartbeat is surprisingly slow, though it’s not as abnormal given that he’s athletic and built. Shin has an arm underneath your neck, and his cheek's pressed against your forehead.

It’s tempting to fall asleep – from your shared warmth, the thumping of his heart alternating with yours, the occasional whisper of his breath tickling your forehead. And you do almost give in. Shin’s eyes are closed, and his other hand, which was fiddling with your sleep shorts, is getting lazier and slower in its movements. He might even be asleep at this rate, but unfortunately, you won’t let him rest that easily tonight.

“Shin,” you mutter, patting at his chest lightly, “are you still awake?”

At first, he doesn’t react, and you feel disappointment sink in your stomach. Then, you watch as a corner of his lip twitches until there’s a small, teasing smile on his face.

“What’s up?” he asks through a fit of chuckles. You giggle along with him and get up to peck him lightly on the eyelids.

“It’s Christmas!” you whine, quite emphatically as well. “We can’t just go to bed!”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes. You ignore it because you know he always gives into your wants anyway. And as expected, he asks, “What should we do then?” 

This is the perfect opportunity, you think. A surge of excitement races through your body, causing you to almost shiver in delight. And so, with your leg that is slung across his waist, you tuck the heel of your foot into him a bit tighter, and look down at him with giddy expectation.

“Well…,” you drawl, “it’s normal for couples to get a little… naughty on Christmas, right?”

Shin immediately blushes, sputtering surprised and flustered noises, and tries to cover up his face. You catch his hand, though, and your hold on him prevents him from pulling away through other means.

“Shin,” you whimper, more desperate than anything, “don’t you want to kiss me?”

The question quite literally gags him, and with a slack jaw, he’s stunned quiet. His eyes scramble around, fastidiously searching your face for a sign of humor or teasing. But you’re totally serious, determined, and he can tell from the slight pinch between your brows.

He sighs, a loud release of air, before he faces away from you. With a muted voice, he admits, “I do.”

You gleam at his answer, and you press your body closer to his, chest to his side, thigh hiked up and over his stomach, arm across his chest. At this point, you’re practically lying on top of him.

“I want to kiss you, too!” you exclaim. But you quiet down immediately and mumble, “I want to kiss you more…”

Shin’s face is now a shade of deep red, heat spreading across his cheeks, ears, and neck. “I-I don’t know how to…”

You press your lips against the bottom of his jaw. You glance up, gauging his reaction, but it seems he’s also waiting to see what you’ll do next. So you continue, making your way up to his earlobe, which you nip at – his breath hitches at it –, before you move horizontally, scattering more pecks across his cheeks and nose bridge.

Then, you take a brief pause. You rest your forehead against his and whisper, “Is this alright?”

“Y-yeah,” he grunts.

With his approval, you resume. You kiss at the arches of his eyebrows, his temples, the apples of his cheeks again. But you feel a burning impulse to do more, so you finally allow yourself to kiss him.

You’re truly on top of him now. Legs straddling him and forearms resting on his chest, you kiss him deeply, putting slight pressure as you mesh your lips against his. Shin responds enthusiastically, hands grabbing at your waist, chin tilting up for a better angle, throat thrumming with broken groans.

When he tries to break for air, you press forward. You lick and bite his bottom lip, to which he weakly gasps at, before interlocking your lips together once more. Your hands have moved up to hold his face in place, enabling you to nibble at and taste his lips until you’re content.

“Breathe through your nose,” you croak as you finally relent, pulling away to get a proper look at your boyfriend.

Shin’s entirely disheveled. His shirt's crumpled and wrinkled, his hair's matted to his forehead, and there’s a dazed air to him in general. He glances at you before huffing, out of breath, “Should’ve said so earlier, idiot.”

You try to contain your satisfaction, but Shin clicks his tongue at you, knowing your internal monologue regardless.

“How’s that for your first makeout session?” you tease, poking at his stomach with an index finger.

Unwilling to give in, he gruffly responds, “Fine.”

You squawk, more than displeased with his response, and you probe even further. “What?! What didn’t you like? Was I too forceful? Did I bite too hard? Should I have added tongue –“

He muffles your mouth with his palm, blush reigniting at your string of questions, particularly that last one.

“No, no! It was fine – actually, fantastic! There, happy?”

You cross your arms and pout. You wanted Shin to enjoy making out with you so much so that he would say it himself, not to simply appease you.

As you’re thinking about what you could’ve done better, you don’t notice the way he stares – practically glares – at your lips. His arms have also slowly wound their way around your hips, and it’s only when he shifts so that he’s sliding up that you’re brought back from your thoughts.

You didn’t realize the two of you were so close again. Now that you’re both sitting up, Shin’s chest is pressed solid against yours once again, and a hand of his rests at the back of your neck, reaching up to hold the base of your head as well. His breath's also heavier, and you gulp, having never seen Shin so serious and quiet, aside from when he’s studying.

Finally, after what seems like several minutes of silence, Shin redirects his glare to you and mumbles, “Merry Christmas,” before he seals the last bit of distance between the two of you, kissing you so deeply, intently, breathlessly.

You squeak in surprise, but the noise gets swallowed up by Shin’s hungry licks and suckling, and the two of you continue to make out, lip to lip, tongue against tongue.

You’ve always known that Shin’s a fast learner, but your heart also sings with pleasure at your boyfriend’s adventuring boldness. The shyness he had once displayed has been replaced with an eagerness that can’t be suppressed for any longer, and as he licks at a string of drool that's only beginning to slide out of the corner of your mouth, you relax into his grip, relinquishing pacing and control over to him.

Somewhere, in the back of your head, you thank your impatience because this is the best Christmas you could’ve asked for, and you wouldn’t trade this moment with Shin for anything else.

winter event masterlist

The gym buzzed with the usual energy of practice, the sound of fists connecting with pads echoing throughout the room. Shin, with his athletic build and focused intensity, moved fluidly across the mat, demonstrating perfect form with every kick and punch. As a taekwondo senior, he was the one everyone looked to for guidance. His technique was sharp, and his presence commanded respect. But even with all that, there was something about you that had been on his mind lately.

You, a final-year med student, had recently started attending some of the gym’s training sessions to keep in shape, though you were nowhere near the level of the seasoned athletes around you. You were still learning, fumbling through some of the moves, and trying to follow along with the intensity of it all.

Shin had always admired your determination, the way you seemed so focused, even in the middle of the chaos. But today, for some reason, there was something different about watching you. His gaze lingered a little longer, even as his friends talked, pointing out something about the upcoming match.

He was supposed to be listening, but he couldn’t quite pull his attention away from you. He felt a flutter in his chest—a mix of admiration, nerves, and something else he couldn’t quite define. He tried to shake it off, focusing on the conversation, but his eyes kept wandering back to you.

"Yo, Shin, you zoning out again?" Heiskue teased, nudging him with an elbow.

Shin blinked, suddenly snapping out of his daze. He cleared his throat, trying to act like nothing was wrong. "Huh? No. Just... thinking," he mumbled, brushing a hand through his hair.

“Nah you look preoccupied with beauty” he whispered

“What are you even on about, just give me a damn hair tie” 

Shin’s face flushed at the comment, though he did his best to hide it. He reached into his bag for a hair tie, hands moving faster than usual as Heiskue grinned knowingly.

“You really need to pay attention, man. Focus,” Heiskue added, clearly enjoying the moment.

Shin rolled his eyes, trying to act unaffected, but his mind couldn’t shake the image of you. Even when he tried to refocus on the practice, his thoughts kept drifting back to how beautiful you looked, your brow furrowed in concentration as you attempted yet another move. He’d been watching you more than he cared to admit lately, always from a distance, always too shy to approach.

But today… Today was different. He couldn’t quite pinpoint why, but there was something about the way you were pushing yourself, your unwavering dedication, that made his heart race. Was it the way your hair swung with each movement? Or was it just the fact that you seemed so comfortable in your own skin, even when things were tough?

“Alright, alright,” Shin muttered, trying to steer the conversation back on track. “I’m focused. Let’s go.”

The crisp autumn air sets the stage for another day, whispering through the campus as students hurried between classes, their footsteps echoing on the pavement. Shin, walking with a group of his friends, glanced toward the courtyard, where you sat on a bench, buried in a textbook. He couldn’t help but notice how absorbed you were, your brow furrowed as you studied.

Shin found himself slowing his pace, his eyes following your every movement from across the courtyard. You were completely immersed in your work, oblivious to the world around you, and something about that focused energy drew him in. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he watched you, though he quickly shook his head, trying to refocus. He had class to get to, friends to meet, but his feet didn’t seem to want to move.

“Yo, Shin, what’s up?” Heiskue’s voice pulled him out of his trance. “You coming or what?”

Shin blinked, a little flustered, and gave a quick nod. “Yeah, yeah. I’m coming,” he muttered, though his feet stayed rooted in place for a moment longer.

Heiskue raised an eyebrow, following Shin’s gaze, and then smirked. “Ah, I see. You’re getting all lost in her world again.”

Shin shot him a glare, his face flushing. “Shut up, man. It’s not like that.”

But Heiskue’s grin only grew wider. “Sure, sure. Just don’t take too long, alright? You’ve got practice later.”

Shin nodded, but as his friends moved ahead, he stayed where he was, trying to gather his thoughts. You hadn’t noticed him yet, and that was probably for the best. It wasn’t like he could just walk over and strike up a conversation. There was something about the way you studied, so absorbed in your books, that made him nervous. What if he interrupted? What if he sounded dumb?

He had always admired you from afar—your quiet determination, the way you carried yourself even when you were tired, the fact that you never gave up, even if you were struggling. Shin had never been good at talking to people, especially not people like you. You were always so composed, so driven. He didn’t want to mess that up.

But as the wind picked up and made your hair flutter slightly, he felt a strange pull. He shook his head again, trying to clear the thoughts from his mind, and finally, with a deep breath, he started walking toward the courtyard.

The moment you looked up and noticed him, his heart skipped a beat.

“Hey,” he said, voice a little rougher than usual. “You, uh... you need a break from all that studying?”

You blinked in recognition, your eyes widening slightly. "Shin?" you said, a smile tugging at your lips. "I didn’t expect to run into you here. What’s up?"

Shin froze for a split second, taken aback by the fact that you knew his name. He had barely said two words to you outside of the gym, and yet, here you were, recognizing him so easily. His heart skipped a beat. "You know me?" he asked, a little more surprised than he intended.

You laughed softly, the sound warm and easy. “Of course, I do. You’re always leading the practice sessions at the gym. I’ve seen you around.” You shifted slightly, eyes scanning the books in your lap. “I’m actually surprised you noticed me.”

Shin’s chest tightened, feeling a little awkward now. “Yeah, I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling heat rush to his face. “I’ve, uh, seen you there too. You’re, um, pretty focused.”

You smiled again, a little more warmly this time. “Thanks. I try.”

There was a brief silence before Shin cleared his throat, trying to shake off the surprise. “Well, I was thinking... maybe you want to grab some coffee sometime? Take a break from all that?”

Your expression softened, and after a moment’s pause, you laughed looming around at the papers, the scent of cherries wafting his nose making him slightly warm. “Sure, I’d like that. I could definitely use a break from all this studying.” 

As you both stood outside the coffee shop, the crisp autumn air settling between you, Shin glanced at his phone. His brows furrowed slightly, and he let out a quiet sigh.

“I, uh… I actually don’t have time to stay today,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Got practice, and then some other stuff to take care of.”

You nodded in understanding. “No worries. I figured you’d be busy.”

Shin hesitated for a moment, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He wasn’t the type to stall or second-guess himself, but something about this—about you—made him overthink. Finally, he just pulled out his phone, unlocking it before holding it out to you.

“But,” he said, his voice a little softer, “can I get your number?”

You raised a brow, surprised but amused by his sudden straightforwardness. “So you don’t have time now, but you’re planning ahead?”

Shin exhaled a quiet chuckle, glancing away for a second before looking back at you. “Yeah. Something like that.”

You took his phone, quickly typing in your number before handing it back. “There. Now you don’t have an excuse to forget.”

Shin glanced down at the screen, your name saved in his contacts, and for a moment, the usual serious expression on his face softened. He gave a small nod, pocketing his phone.

“Good,” he said simply. “I’ll text you.”

And with that, he turned to leave, giving you one last glance before heading off. Even as he walked away, he could still feel the lingering warmth of this moment, a small, unfamiliar smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

That night, Shin lay on his bed, staring at his phone. His thumb hovered over your name in his contacts, debating whether or not to text you right away. He had never been the type to overthink things—especially not something as simple as a message—but this felt different.

He exhaled, shaking his head at himself before finally typing:

Shin: Hey. It’s me.

A second passed. Then another. His pulse ticked up slightly as the tiny "delivered" mark appeared.

Then, to his surprise, your reply came almost instantly.

You: Shin? The guy who’s always staring but never talking?

His eyes widened slightly. His ears burned. He sat up, staring at the screen in disbelief. Did you really just call him out like that?

Shin: I don’t stare.

You: Mhm. Sure you don’t.

Shin huffed, running a hand through his hair. He could practically hear the amusement in your words. His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before he finally just went with it.

Shin: You should focus on studying instead of making things up.

You: And you should focus on training instead of staring at me.

Shin blinked. He wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed or impressed. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat, but instead of panicking, he found himself smirking a little.

Shin: Alright, you got me. Maybe I do.

The three dots appeared, disappearing, then reappearing again. When your response finally came through, it made his stomach flip in a way he wasn’t expecting.

You: Good. I don’t mind it.

Shin stared at the message for a long moment, then let out a slow breath. He wasn’t sure where this was going, but for the first time in a long time, he felt something stir in his chest—something unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.

you: Then I’ll see you at the gym tomorrow.

That night, Shin couldn’t sleep. He lay there, phone resting on his chest, heart still beating a little too fast.

Good. I don’t mind it.

He read your message over and over again, each time feeling his stomach twist in a way that was both unsettling and... kind of nice. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but for once, he didn’t feel like overanalyzing it.