The Moon Ain't Got Nothing on You... [Part One]
Title: The Moon Ain't Got Nothing on You...
Pairing: Onho (onew, minho), more later on
Rating: PG-15 for now, but NC-17 later (most likely)
Genre: AU, alpha/omega, romance
Summary: Jinki has always hated Minho: his smug smile, arrogant attitude, deep, strong voice, and legs for miles. Minho was what every alpha male should be and he knew it. Jinki hated how perfect Minho was, hated how he always teased him, but lust is a powerful thing and instinct? Even more so.mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:
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Part One
Jinki’s father was the alpha of their pack, a strong man capable of fending off even the worst of foes. His mother was perfect, an omega to be envied, an empath and psychic with healing powers that which their kind hadn’t seen in centuries. Not only was she powerful, but she was kind and beautiful in an otherworldly, graceful way that only their kind possessed and that had caused quite a stir in the hierarchy of the pack. His father, thought strong, might not have made it to head alpha of the pack if not for his mother's reputation as well.
So of course it stood to reason that Jinki would be the perfect son. He would be an alpha above reproach like his father with immense psychic abilities like his mother. But as time went on, the older Jinki grew, the more unimpressive he felt. Even the youngest of his pack, Taemin, was stronger than he in most things, though Taemin was never one to brag. Out of all his friends, Jinki was the weakest. Even his telepathic skills were lacking, only working with his mother, father and one other person who won’t even be mentioned. The only power he truly did seem to have scared him to no end: he was an empath. Only omegas have empathic abilities, but he’d had them since he could remember. When he was younger he told himself it was just because of his mother that he could feel other peoples emotions so strongly it hurt sometimes, that he was special, but the older he got and the more his physical alpha abilities didn’t show, the more doubtful he became. But omegas are rare and male omegas even more so, so he just kept telling himself he was a late bloomer, that’s all. He’d be the strongest alpha of the pack in no time.
Jinki was still chanting that mantra in his head as he walked home from his afternoon run, when it hit him like a ton of bricks. He gasped and fell to the dirt path, panting but not getting nearly enough air in his lungs. His whole body was on fire, sweat covering his quivering form as he began to take off his now clinging with sweat clothes he had just recently put back on from his change back to human after his run. All he wanted was to stop the fire he felt was surely engulfing him, to press his body against another and feel their cool flesh against his own.
Jinki, a deep, concerned voice whispered in his head.
“Go away,” he said aloud, dreading the voice above all else. He was sick, surely that was it, and the last person that he wanted to see him like this was him. His rival. That perfect tan skin, that deep, authoritative voice, those dark, mesmerizing eyes. His whole body just screamed sex. What…? Jinki thought to himself. Where the fuck had that thought come from? Even in his hazy state of sickness, the last thing he wanted to think of was him and his all too kissable body. Okay… this needs to stop. When did I become so sick in the head?
Jinki was still mentally kicking himself, feeling half dead and way too hot lying on the bare ground when he felt more than heard someone sprinting towards him. He looked up bleakly to call for help when his eyes screwed shut angrily. No, not him, why does it have to be him? The figure stopped in front of him, all masculinity and desire, and even as his brain screamed at him not to, he crawled toward the figure and began pressing his too hot body against the taller boy's, but it wasn’t enough, he wanted skin on skin contact. He began pawing at the other boy's shirt and looked up into lust clouded, yet concerned eyes. Jinki licked his lips, and whispered the name he loathed but craved like no other.
“Minho..”
A/N: Sooo… this is my first ever fan fic >.< Please let me know what you think! I plan on it being a kind of long story but we’ll see how it plays out, and there should be more familiar characters on the rise! Whatever could be wrong with Jinki? (rolls eyes) Comments are always welcome! <3 Also, I know where this fic is going, but… I’ve never written smut before! But minho and onew pretty much write themselves so I’m sure they’ll err.. guide me! ^.^ I’ve been reading Onho for so long I felt it was time to have a go at it! Oh and if there’s grammar errors and such I apologize I haven’t really proof read it yet!
Until next time~!
Lanna
Fullmoonsyn
Pairing: Onho (onew, minho), more later on
Rating: PG-15 for now, but NC-17 later (most likely)
Genre: AU, alpha/omega, romance
Summary: Jinki has always hated Minho: his smug smile, arrogant attitude, deep, strong voice, and legs for miles. Minho was what every alpha male should be and he knew it. Jinki hated how perfect Minho was, hated how he always teased him, but lust is a powerful thing and instinct? Even more so.mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:
EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">
Part One
Jinki’s father was the alpha of their pack, a strong man capable of fending off even the worst of foes. His mother was perfect, an omega to be envied, an empath and psychic with healing powers that which their kind hadn’t seen in centuries. Not only was she powerful, but she was kind and beautiful in an otherworldly, graceful way that only their kind possessed and that had caused quite a stir in the hierarchy of the pack. His father, thought strong, might not have made it to head alpha of the pack if not for his mother's reputation as well.
So of course it stood to reason that Jinki would be the perfect son. He would be an alpha above reproach like his father with immense psychic abilities like his mother. But as time went on, the older Jinki grew, the more unimpressive he felt. Even the youngest of his pack, Taemin, was stronger than he in most things, though Taemin was never one to brag. Out of all his friends, Jinki was the weakest. Even his telepathic skills were lacking, only working with his mother, father and one other person who won’t even be mentioned. The only power he truly did seem to have scared him to no end: he was an empath. Only omegas have empathic abilities, but he’d had them since he could remember. When he was younger he told himself it was just because of his mother that he could feel other peoples emotions so strongly it hurt sometimes, that he was special, but the older he got and the more his physical alpha abilities didn’t show, the more doubtful he became. But omegas are rare and male omegas even more so, so he just kept telling himself he was a late bloomer, that’s all. He’d be the strongest alpha of the pack in no time.
Jinki was still chanting that mantra in his head as he walked home from his afternoon run, when it hit him like a ton of bricks. He gasped and fell to the dirt path, panting but not getting nearly enough air in his lungs. His whole body was on fire, sweat covering his quivering form as he began to take off his now clinging with sweat clothes he had just recently put back on from his change back to human after his run. All he wanted was to stop the fire he felt was surely engulfing him, to press his body against another and feel their cool flesh against his own.
Jinki, a deep, concerned voice whispered in his head.
“Go away,” he said aloud, dreading the voice above all else. He was sick, surely that was it, and the last person that he wanted to see him like this was him. His rival. That perfect tan skin, that deep, authoritative voice, those dark, mesmerizing eyes. His whole body just screamed sex. What…? Jinki thought to himself. Where the fuck had that thought come from? Even in his hazy state of sickness, the last thing he wanted to think of was him and his all too kissable body. Okay… this needs to stop. When did I become so sick in the head?
Jinki was still mentally kicking himself, feeling half dead and way too hot lying on the bare ground when he felt more than heard someone sprinting towards him. He looked up bleakly to call for help when his eyes screwed shut angrily. No, not him, why does it have to be him? The figure stopped in front of him, all masculinity and desire, and even as his brain screamed at him not to, he crawled toward the figure and began pressing his too hot body against the taller boy's, but it wasn’t enough, he wanted skin on skin contact. He began pawing at the other boy's shirt and looked up into lust clouded, yet concerned eyes. Jinki licked his lips, and whispered the name he loathed but craved like no other.
“Minho..”
A/N: Sooo… this is my first ever fan fic >.< Please let me know what you think! I plan on it being a kind of long story but we’ll see how it plays out, and there should be more familiar characters on the rise! Whatever could be wrong with Jinki? (rolls eyes) Comments are always welcome! <3 Also, I know where this fic is going, but… I’ve never written smut before! But minho and onew pretty much write themselves so I’m sure they’ll err.. guide me! ^.^ I’ve been reading Onho for so long I felt it was time to have a go at it! Oh and if there’s grammar errors and such I apologize I haven’t really proof read it yet!
Until next time~!
Lanna
Fullmoonsyn