#zuigetsu

personal space means nothing to jinshi

you had just come back from your long shift at the hospital. after many surgeries, family members and patients crying, sneezes, coughs, and even bodily fluids—you were absolutely beat and done for the day.

toeing off your shoes at the entrance, you notice jinshi’s shoes. ‘he must’ve gotten off of work early’ you think.

your suspicions are immediately confirmed once you hear a voice. a very sweet, yet too loud for your current mood one.

your sweet, loving, and clingy husband jinshi.

“hooonnneeyyyy? is that you?” he calls out sweetly—how he usually would. yet, you’re not in the mood for it. “mhm,” you hum tiredly. “it’s me, jin.”

jinshi had been feeling needy ever since you left for work that morning. he even had to rub a quick one off before heading to work.

jinshi peeks his head out from the corner, and his gaze falls to your tired face—but of course that doesn’t stop jinshi. “aww,” he coos. “is my baby all tired?”

he stops in front of you, cupping your face to smother kisses all over it. “i’ll take it all away so we can—” he cuts himself off once he feels your hands around his wrists.

pulling them off your face.

“i’m so exhausted, ji. i want to be alone.” you walk past him, putting your jacket and bag in the closet as he stand there frozen. shocked.

sure, you had gotten into your moods here and there. but you’d never push him away so harshly. jinshi turns to look at you, looking like some sort of kicked puppy.

“i… i’m sorry, honey. do you need anything? i’ll start a bath—or make dinner?” you shake your head, already moving towards the bathroom to take a shower.

about 30 minutes later, you emerge from the shower—feeling all clean and satisfied. jinshi glances up from the bed once you enter the room, his signature puppy pout on his face. of course you feel bad for being rude towards him, but today had not been your day.

“feeling better, sweetie?” he asks, his voice much quieter and softer than before. you nod and change into some more comfortable clothes, then head out to start on some dinner.

after a while of cheffing it up in the kitchen, jinshi eventually exits the room and drags himself over to you. despite knowing you’re not in the mood—he still takes his chance to wrap his arms loosely around your waist and place my chin on your shoulder.

he hopes that maybe your shower had calmed you down.

and it did.

you just still felt nonverbal and wanted to be alone.

“what are you making, hon?” he sniffs in the delicious scent of dinner.

“pesto pasta,” you reply. it was probably the easiest yet still tasty thing you could make after such a long day. “s’there enough for me?” he asks and you nod. you normally tend to relax under jinshi’s embrace, but you still weren’t feeling like it.

jinshi on the other hand had been growing pretty antsy. with a big huff, he nips at your bare shoulder—soothing it with his tongue. “mm—jinshi!” you exclaimed.

“what? you’re being quite annoying tonight.” he bites back, regretting his words but doesn’t back down. “annoying? jinshi, i—” you’re cut off once his mouth finds your neck, placing sloppy wet kisses all over it.

“j—jinshi—quit that!” the wooden spoon that you were holding drops onto the pan. you hold yourself against the oven handle, feeling your knees go slightly weak.

“i’ve been wanting you before i even left the house this morning. then you just come in all tired,” he pauses marking up your neck—the heat of anger slowly dissipating. “i know i’m acting like a jackass. i’m sorry. i just really want you right now.” his fingers move to your chin to lift your head so you meet his gaze.

“please, baby?”

your entire body softens when you look at his eyes. fuck, he always looked so good when he’s needy. knowing you and how you react, jinshi latches onto your neck again.

you turn the stove off and turn in his arms, tilting your head back just enough to give him more access. “jinshi, fuck—feels so good…” you softly gasp when his warm tongue settles on your cold neck.

“you taste so perfect, baby. god, i love you so much.” jinshi pulls away just enough so his lips meet yours. he kisses you just like how he did with your neck.

nipping at your bottom lip, letting his tongue swim against yours. he groans against your mouth, sending vibrations through you which make you feel like your seeing stars.

you pull back after a while, but jinshi chases after your lips—yet he falls short after realizing how much he needs a breather as well.

“you’re so perfect, honey. i’ll do anything you want.” he states, suddenly realizing that he might be kind of selfish for fulfilling his needs and not making sure this is exactly what you want.

cause who knows? maybe you just wanted to have a chill night with him and vent about your day. but after all of that? there’s no way you’re stopping there.

“anything?”

© xstarlights 26’

hey! I've had this AU living in my head rent-free and since I don't have time to write it (finals season...), I figured I'd share it in case it sparks anything in you. It's called the “two days apart” AU and it was inspired by a gorgeous piece of art I saw on X by lima (@unatyame).So,It’s an AU where Jinshi and Zuigetsu were both born healthy, just two days apart—Jinshi first, then Zuigetsu. Because of that, Ah-duo’s labor goes fine, Anshi’s too, and since no complications happened, Luoman was still around. He warns Ah-duo’s lady-in-waiting about honey being dangerous for babies, so Jinshi never dies.Since Luoman isn’t punished, Lakan isn’t either. He finds out about Funxin’s plan and actually goes through with it—he buys her out and marries her. So Maomao grows up in the La estate, raised by both of her parents, with Luoman still in her life teaching her apothecary stuff.Meanwhile, Jinshi and Zuigetsu grow up together, like twins but two days apart. They’re super close. But because of the imperial naming rules, no one’s allowed to say their real name. So Maomao gives them nicknames. We, the readers, know Zuigetsu’s real name, but we don’t have a nickname for him yet. And for Jinshi, it’s the opposite: we know him by his nickname, but not his true name.