#jumin has a rough day

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Thank You for the Food

Han Jumin x Reader

Living alone is fun and liberating until you fall sick and there's no one to ask for help when you're too tired to cook or fetch your own food. This is a lighthearted wintry story for anyone who needs a holiday pick-me-up.

In Another Story, when Jumin texts you "text denied", you can get a heart from him if you reply with "denial denied". That's when I know this man got verbal sparring potential, which is to say, my kind of man. The banter here is 100% powered by that.

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Jumin likes you. You don't know this yet, and perhaps his feelings haven't grown that deep to be labelled as love, but he has a very strong inclination towards you.

Jumin wants to do almost everything for you. You're an important member of the RFA, as he likes to remind you, so he wants to cook for you when you fall sick. It's a reasonable thing to do, so please don't read too much into this.

Jumin is atrocious at cooking. His list of experiences consists of making instant pancakes, and that's it, really.

But it's late and he's here after a hectic work day, arranging the steaming soup he'd personally packed from home on your dining table. He's here, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, winter coat hung by the door, concern knitted into his face. He's here, standing as awkward as the bare Christmas tree in the room that you haven't had the chance to decorate, but you don't feel uncomfortable because he's here. He's here, he's here.

Your heart makes way for him.

Jumin sets down a spoon by your hand. "Is your headache persisting? If you need to see a doctor, I can refer you to a specialist in the area."

You shake your head. "It's fine, I just need to rest. I'm only like this because I overworked myself. The holiday season is always rough. And yes," you say, holding up a hand before he could protest, "I've taken a break from work." If you don't stop him in time, you know you'd be subjected to a slew of nagging, fully backed up with scientific research.

"How about your fever?" Jumin asks while sliding into the chair opposing you. After a beat, he leans across the table with an arm stretched out. "May I?"

It's an opportunity to engage in physical contact with Jumin, and you are an opportunist when it comes to him. Your hand reaches for his and presses it to your forehead. Your skin burns against his cold palm, but the fault isn't entirely on your fever.

Jumin stands up immediately and places his other hand on the side of your neck. "Your temperature is still very high. Are you sure you can take care of yourself like this?"

You give him a pointed look. "If it's low I'd be a corpse."

"If it's lower you'd be normal."

"Are you saying I'm abnormal, strange, odd, peculiar, et cetera?"

"I'm referring to your current biological state. Only with a healthy body, you can function with optimal productivity." Jumin is very determined to share his wisdom. "If you'd like a caretaker…" he trails off, frowning. "Actually, I'm available to stay over if you need me to," he enunciates his offer carefully, letting it hang like a question.

Though every cell in your body screams in agreement, you set your hopes aside. He could have meant nothing by it. He could have only been extending his hospitality as a friend, nothing more.

His hands are still on you for longer than necessary.

"I'll decide based on how good your masterpiece tastes." It was a safe answer. As you shift your attention to the soup in front of you, Jumin pulls back, seemingly too aware of what he has let happen.

The soup is still hot, its swirling steam brushing your face. It has a muddy texture and a stuffy aroma with a note of coarseness, which you doubt it's how it's supposed to smell, but you're willing to give Jumin the benefit of the doubt.

"Masterpiece? Well, I suppose it is." He straightens his vest and slides back into his chair. "My chef said ginseng chicken soup is an effective remedy to fever, so I would have to thank him later."

"Wait." Your mouth hangs open, spoon hovering. "This is supposed to be chicken soup?"

"Yes."

You blink. "Then where's the chicken?"

"I burned it." Jumin clasps his fingers on the table. "I didn't have time to boil another one, but I'm sure its essence has seeped into the broth. Chicken essence also has medicinal qualities, I heard."

"Medicinal," you echo. Perhaps you should retract the benefit you extended to him.

Jumin gives you a confident nod and you smile hesitantly, raising the spoon as a cheer then take a sip. Then fight back a cough. Then fight to keep your expression straight.

Not to be dramatic, but it tastes like death. Did Jumin pour the entire ocean tainted by factory waste into this soup?

His creation should be on the Guinness record. It's a miracle how it can be excruciatingly salty and bitter with none of the usual earthy sweetness from the ginseng. This is best served for your worst enemies, except you aren't sure if your current worst enemy is the soup or Jumin. If he told you this is an elaborate plot to worsen your health to prevent you from returning to your hellish routine, you would probably believe it.

It would be an insult to thank the chef for this.

But Jumin's watching you eagerly and you can't bear to stomp on his spirit, so despite how your stomach is very much stomping in protest, you force a wide grin. "It's very unique and flavourful! I can still taste the chicken on my tongue. It's like its poor burnt soul had never left the pot. The power of phantom chicken, truly." You cover your mouth, attempting to hide a cough. "Did you follow the exact recipe?"

Jumin seems relieved at your reaction. "Actually, I took some liberties. I may be a beginner, but it would be boring if I followed the chef's instructions precisely, so I put my own twist and innovated a brand new dish."

This innovation could invent a new illness in people.

"Wow, I didn't know you're creative too. Good for you!" You can feel your grin evolving into a wince, so you quickly scoop more soup into your mouth. Better finish it fast than let it grow cold. Who knows how it would taste then.

"May I give it a try? I'm curious how it managed to warrant such high praise from you," he asks.

Your throat is as rough as asphalt when you croak, "You didn't try when you made this?"

"I was rushing to get to you. As you already know, I'm good in all my endeavours, so I was confident this would turn out well." Jumin sits back with arms crossed, a smug smile tugging his lips. "It appears that once again, I'm right."

Look where over-the-top lying and grade-A bullshitting got you.

"No," you briskly say.

His smile turns into a frown. "No?"

"No! You're not suggesting we share a spoon, are you? That'd be unhygienic."

"Surely you have another spoon at home?" He looks around the kitchen and sees the cutlery rack. "Oh, it's there. Please sit down, don't exert yourself. I can get it on my own."

As Jumin walks towards the rack, you quickly jump off your chair while ignoring the pounding headache that follows. "Jumin, wait." You grab at his arm desperately. "You made that soup for me, yes? That means it's mine to finish. Don't even think about stealing my food."

He turns to you almost just as fast. "Don't jump like that. Are you all right?" He holds you by your shoulders, grey eyes flitting up and down to examine you. Only when he's reassured of your wellbeing that he relaxes. "I find it surprising that you don't want to share food. When have you changed?"

"Since you made that soup with your whole heart." You motion at the bowl beside you. "It's mine, all right?" Without waiting, you swipe it off the table and try to gulp down the rest.

Keyword: try.

It's a fantastically failed attempt. They say the more you grow, the more you know yourself. Well, it's true. The questionable things you'd do for a crush know no bounds. Turns out, it's you who deserves an award for being the best fool in love.

You're about to finish when you begin to choke, and what a sight it is. You, trying to dial back the coughing to a minimum to avoid spreading the virus and embarrassment, yet visibly cringing from swallowing the contents. Jumin, his whole body frigid in alarm before switching the bowl out of your grasp with a glass of water, which you gratefully gulp down.

So much for pretension.

"Okay, fine, it's horrible," you give in, tears blurring your sight. Would it be too much to declare your taste buds to be damaged?

Jumin's expression is a slow-motion picturesque of horror. "You lied to me."

"I can't mock your hard work to your face," you hurriedly say. "I love the, um, texture? It's soupy. Transported me to the seaside. Very refreshing."

If the seaside is engulfed by a tsunami, that is.

"Soup is supposed to have the texture of soup," he says.

"It could've gone worse! It could've been so lumpy it's chewy."

Jumin looks affronted. "Has the fever gone to your head? What kind of liquid is chewable?"

The salt has.

"The fever is in my head. And in my other body parts. Don't you know how fever works?" You cross your arms. "And, insinuating me of delirium and therefore incapable of forming coherent thoughts just because I'm slightly sick only makes you sound all the more condescending. Maybe your soup has transformed me. Maybe your soup has dissolved my brain into mush. Maybe your power of cooking has transcended science."

"Then stop eating it if you hate it so much. Just how bad could it be?" Jumin fetches a spoon from the cutlery rack and tries it himself.

To no one's surprise and probably Jumin's only, he instantly sputters it out. You watch him. Then, with an attitude fuelled by a hundred I-told-you-so's, you calmly pass him a glass of water.

"Why," he gasps, "would you put your body through this? This is inedible."

You pat the edge of his lips with a tissue—a wonderful disguise to touch him again—and decide to test him. "Why do you think?"

"If you're doing this to spare my feelings, you're only wasting your energy. I don't get easily offended and I'm excellent at receiving feedback. I would've improved this soup if you had told me the truth."

You wrestle the bowl out of his hand and place it on the table. "Jumin, from the bottom of my heart, I'm begging you not to do anything more to it. Ever heard of what doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different result means?"

"The very definition of improvement means implementing different methods to make it better."

"Not when those methods have one thing in common: you."

"You seem to have lost your pleasantries, but I'll excuse it since you're ill," says Jumin, tone totally pleasant.

"Do you know how aggravating you can be?" you retort, not at all pleasant.

Jumin nods solemnly. "I've heard Zen accusing me with more colourful insults. It also appears that Assistant Kang often shares his opinion." Then he puts on a neutral expression so carefully crafted that you know it's anything but. It's an expression designed to boast. "Of course, I'm one of a kind. It's natural that not everyone can get along with me. It'd be a privilege to gain my courtesy."

And yet here you are in my house. "I wouldn't say it's a privilege to be personally poisoned by you."

Jumin grunts. "That's not what you implied when you doled out those high compliments."

"If you'd read into the subtext, you'd know I wasn't praising you." You pick up the bowl again and sigh. "Let's move on to something else after I finish this."

"Are you serious?"

You mimic his deadpan tone the best you can, "I'm always serious."

"So now you drink poison."

You shrug. "You said it, not me."

This time, Jumin touches you first. His fingers splay out on your arm, halting you from doing another stupid thing. As you proclaimed earlier: the best fool in love.

"Pardon me if I still can't comprehend why you're so adamant to finish that," he says. "Unless you're trying to prove that the fever has infected your brain?"

You aren't going to let Jumin push you to confess first. Not when you're in your worst shape, complete with ashen lips and bird-nest hair from lying in bed the whole day. Your nightmare before Christmas has arrived too soon.

"Are you asking because you really have no idea or are you looking for confirmation?"

Jumin tilts his head. "What are you insinuating?"

"Don't play coy, Jumin."

"I'm not playing anything. It would be cruel to play with a sick person."

Sometimes, a person could get a sharp zing of epiphany and it would feel like this is it, this is what you're meant to do. And sometimes, that moment comes when the man who stirs up a flurry of emotions in you is so infuriating that it has become your new mission to make him confess first.

The visit, the food, the dancing around the truth. They all click. The fever has not gone to your head.

Who visits a random woman's place on a freezing night, during peak season at work, when the said woman is only felled with a mild illness, nothing medication and rest can't cure?

Not Jumin.

"Let me ask you one thing. Why are you here?" you prod.

Jumin looks at you as if it's something you should already know. A common answer to a common question. "You need to eat a proper meal and no one's around to take care of you. I'm not going to let you drag yourself out for food when it's a blizzard outside."

Glancing out the window where snow is falling rapidly, you won't deny that trudging alone in that weather would be a poor survival method. Zero out of ten doctors would suggest it.

You snort, eyeing the soup at hand. "And this is a proper meal?"

"Accidents happen, but my intention remains the same."

"You could've ordered something for me, sent over a chef, or asked Jaehee to check on me. Aren't you too busy to waste your precious time like this?"

"No time is wasted if it's spent on you. You're an important person to me, so I needed to make sure with my own eyes that you're all right." Jumin's forehead creases with worry. "All I could think about at work was you. I was afraid you might faint and no one would be here to help."

You don't bother to hold back a small smile. "Well, you're here now, so what's your assessment?"

At least he has the decency to look contrite. "Moderately alarming upon first look, worse after consuming my soup. My alarm is on full blare now, so please, stop this madness." Jumin pries the bowl out of your hand and sets it back on the table before fixing his posture. After a moment, he pushes the bowl farther out of your reach for good measure.

You shake your head at how adorable he is. "I also have an assessment on my own."

"Go on."

"I think the things you said and did are a roundabout way to confess your feelings for me. You like me."

You let it float between you, trying to gauge Jumin's reaction, but he's still, too still for your liking. You know you aren't wrong, but could this be the wrong time to poke at his feelings?

"And would it bother you," Jumin asks slowly, "if I tell you that you are correct?"

Bother you?

Bother you.

Jumin must think that his feelings could disrupt your peace, but if they could, then you don't want to know another moment of peace. He's the one who gives you the sense of calmness that you long for. His mere presence brings you comfort. He's the one you rely on to lift your spirits. It's appalling how your feelings that are so palpable to you could be invisible in the eye of your direct affection.

You take a step closer, studying him. Black hair thoroughly mussed by the wind, ruddy cheeks, and a tender expression that you've never seen him wear with other people. "Do you really think you're the only one with a crush?" you whisper.

Jumin stares at you in disbelief, but it slowly morphs into relief when the truth dawns on him. "I didn't want to be," he murmurs. "Truth be told, I've had my suspicions since you insisted to eat that cursed dish, but I couldn't be sure until you give me a clear sign."

"So you admit that you're searching for a confirmation." A smug grin appears on your lips. "I literally swallowed poison for you. If that isn't a clear enough sign, then I don't know what is."

He clears his throat. "I wouldn't go so far as to call my cooking poison. It was a beginner mistake at worst. Can't you spare some mercy on my first trial?"

You gawp. "To hell with mercy. I was your experiment subject?"

"I thought it'd be more special if you were the first person to try my cooking."

"It was certainly nothing like anything I've tasted before," you say.

His lips pressed into a smile. "Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"I was responding to your sarcasm with sarcasm. Do keep up." Jumin's eyes twinkle with mischief, and it makes you want to strangle and kiss him at the same time.

You rake your fingers through your hair. "Should I kick you out?"

He raises his dark brows. "You wouldn't want to do that."

"I want to do a lot of things to you, Jumin." You hoist yourself up the table and smirk at him. "Shame they'd have to wait until I recover."

Carefully, he slots himself between your legs, arms kept to his sides so he won't touch your bare thighs by accident. It's endearing how cautious he is. "Is there anything I can do to make your illness go away faster? I can't wait to see what you've got planned."

You laugh. "You'd be scandalised."

You close your legs just a bit more so they brush against his trousers. Jumin's breath hitches and you arch a brow, a silent dare for him to make his next move. He chuckles, then settles his hands on your thighs. A light touch that turns into a reassuring grip.

"I doubt they could rival my desires against you." His tone takes on a sultry cadence that draws your body in.

"Stay the night. You made the offer earlier, and the weather is too harsh to go home. So, stay."

Jumin lights up at your request, and you feel giddy with how transparent he is. Look at the joy you can spark within him. "Are you going to pour wine for me while putting on the records too?"

You crack up laughing. "I can't believe you just quoted 'Baby, It's Cold Outside'!"

"Paraphrased," he corrects. "It's unfortunate that they don't mention wine in the song. Didn't they know wine is the most fitting drink for the holidays?"

"You think wine is the best fitting drink for any occasion."

"Red wine contains antioxidants that are helpful in preventing coronary artery disease and has been proven to reduce stress and anxiety. It has countless qualities that are beneficial for your health," says Jumin.

"Like your ginseng chicken soup?"

He sighs. "I see you're fond of reminding me of my failures."

You make a show of cleaning invisible dirt on his shoulders. "I'm fond of seeing you admitting defeat," you say. "And you haven't given me an answer. Will you stay or do I have to belt out the whole song to persuade you?"

The corner of Jumin's mouth twitches up. He's always been fond of your theatrics, and now, finally, he knows that you want to be with him as much as he does. "Of course I'll stay, I'd be a fool to turn you down. In any case, I'm glad everything works out."

The triumph in your chest transforms into suspicion. "What works out?"

"My overnight clothes are packed inside that briefcase." Jumin gestures at the leather briefcase on your couch.

"You planned for this?" you ask, partly in awe, mostly in surprise.

"I simply prepared for all the possible scenarios."

"And one of them is to sleep with me."

Jumin rubs his lips. "I never mentioned anything about sleeping together."

You roll your eyes. "Fine, but don't ask me to sleep with you later, because I won't."

"Is this the game you want to play?" Jumin braces his hands on the counter, trapping you between him. You have to keep reminding yourself not to make out with him when you're still sick. "Very well. For your information, I never lose. If you don't want to sleep with me, then don't." He leans in, lips nearly brushing your ear. "See how long you can last."

But just because you're ill doesn't mean you've lost your touch. You tilt your head to meet his gaze and smirk. "Game on."

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Footnotes:

Wanted to title this "Jumin's Bullshit" as a reference to Tyler's Bullshit from the film The Menu, but alas. Holler if you've watched it tho!

Went with ginseng chicken soup because it's a traditional Korean healing food and I thought Jumin would want to cook something with a homemade feel to comfort you. Also, I was craving it.

Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

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👋Mys Mes gang reactions to you smacking their ass 👀

Yoosung: Lets out a high pitched yelp and turns to look at you with a red face that reaches his ears and neck, babbling some form of "what was that for?". If you tell him it's because you like his butt he'll go into a flustered argument that guys don't get their ass slapped and that his butt isn't cute. If he didn't know he liked being spanked before he does now though.

Zen: Depending on the smack if you just tap him lightly he'll protest jokingly and return the favor, if you smack him hard he'll have mixed feelings between feeling a little emasculated and liking your attention. Will start smacking and grabbing you more since you seem into it but will dodge and complain when you try to get in some shots.

Jaehee: When you do it the first time she full body JOLTS and turns to you with a look of disbelief, did you??? Turns around every which way to make sure no one saw. Would scold you for being so shameless but is loathe to admit she likes it when you're so bold. Will still scold you when ever you smack or grab her butt BUT will smack yours too and smugly say it's only fair.

Seven: Doesn't miss a beat, immediately smacks your ass back and it starts an ass smacking war. Is into all kinds of rough housing type flirting so chasing you all over the house to smack, grab, or bite you is nothing new. You put the boundaries you need but remember he has sadistic streak so careful what you start.

Jumin: Also very playful. When you first smack him and smile coyly he doesn't react much, just letting out a small puff of air and smiling back at you. He'll let you let your guard down before he returns the favor. You play a small game of tag this way through out the day, landing hits when no one is looking or can hear.

V: LOL when you first do it he gives you the benefit of the doubt that it was an accident or a misunderstanding, but then of coarse you do it again with purpose. Gets a little red when he realizes whats going on, like Jaehee likes it when you're so bold but doesn't return the favor because his smacks are more like taps.

Saeran: HAS NO POINT OF REFERENCE THAT THIS IS FLIRTY. Turns to look at you a little hurt, why did you smack me? :( You'll have to explain yourself. Forgives you but doesn't like it, wont do it back to you but will put up with it if it makes you happy. Why would you though :( it's no fun this way.

[ynverse]

jumin’s fluff alphabet

JUMIN x gn! reader | headcanons

a/n: okay mayhaps i wrote a lot... but i am his soulmate and he told me it was okay!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

❥ jumin is demiromantic because i said so (he just like me fr) ❥ he would fall for your heart and personality above all else ❥ the genuine concern are care for him and others...his trauma and him folded ❥ psychically? he loves your hands. specifically your left hand ❥ holds onto your left hand/always wants your left hand on him because he wants to feel connected to your heart at all times

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

❥ he would want a family but the term is arbitrary to him ��� family doesn’t have to mean having a traditional child ❥ he just wants the sense of belonging a family has (elizabeth the 3rd is practically your child anyways) ❥ if you wanted to adopt a child and/or birth one then he would be okay with it (would admittedly get a little upset having to take the child with you all if you go on vacation)

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

❥ handsy (sfw way guys) ❥ he needs at least one hand cradling your head/hands/waist/shoulders to feel grounded ❥ will say he doens’t want you to fall off but his bed is bigger than ever so... (he’s sly when he wants to be) ❥ loves having you lay on your side while he is on his back, your body pressed against his with your head on his chest and your legs tangled together ❥ he tries to have a no work at home policy to respect your time together so he will probably also use this time to relax with you ❥ movie cuddles are so fun with this man but it’s so hard to focus when his thumb caresses the back of your hand, tracing little hearts onto your skin

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

❥ everything and anything and more ❥ any date idea you have, jumin will make sure happens ❥ he will so copy dates you fawn over, down to the smallest details ❥ will hate when you plan dates and don’t let him help because he wants you to feel loved, he couldn’t care less about himself ❥ many at home dates that he refuses to call dates because he thinks you deserve more, but he puts so much into them that they are definitely dates

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world...))

❥ you are his ❥ there is nothing that makes him happier than being able to call you his ❥ say you are his and he will gaze at you with so much adoration in his eyes that you practically melt

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

❥ as soon as you saw him for who he was, he started developing feelings ❥ he is kinda obtuse so he has trouble articulating them externally ❥ i think jumin is the type of person to fall in love quick but also falls more each day ❥ he is eternally free-falling into the ravine of his love for you ❥ he was able to be sure it was love the day of the RFA party ❥ seeing you with the people he cares deeply about? that’ll do it

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

❥ SO SO GENTLE ❥ affection starts off soft but can become more rough and passionate if something is stressing him ❥ the way he cradles your head when he hugs you, making sure that he doesn’t misplace a single hair on your head ❥ the way he manages to pull you away from the paparazzi without even disorienting you? his gentle grasp on your hand as he shoves everyone else away, regardless of what it will do to his image, just to ensure you don’t feel overwhelmed. the way his fingers manage to find yours as they interlock, a soft tug bringing you closer to him. the way his hand moves to nudge your head into his chest, his fingers slipping away from yours to instead move around your waist. the way it seems like it is just the two of you as he guides you over to somewhere more private. the way he cusps your jaw as he places a soft kiss upon your temples, moving to your forehead, and then your lips as he asks “my love, are you alright?”; barely managing to get a word in between the kisses ❥ so maybe i rambled

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

❥ definetly a guy who prefers to have an arm wrapped around your waist ❥ he wants to feel like he is protecting you because he is always worried about the media/his father’s enemies harming you ❥ i feel like holding hands is a private thing for him, something you guys do when you’re laying in bed ❥ holding hands when you both are doing your own thing so you are still connected >>>

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

❥ let’s say his first impression from speaking to you 1 on 1 instead of you barging into their chatroom B) ❥ he was shocked at how...genuine it felt? ❥ lots of people seem to try and impress him or treat him superficially because of the family he was born into ❥ that or they act like the RFA and kind of make light of his situations  ❥ the fact that you listened and spoke to him as if he was just like everyone else made him happier than he would care to admit

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

❥ no [read: yes] ❥ specifically when it concerns zen (zen is a flirt tho so i cannot blame him) ❥ also gets iffy with you around his father since he knows how his father is (not jealous but more so grossed out and scared) ❥ wraps an arm around your waist and gently kisses your temple ❥ would namedrop “love” as often as he could ❥ not above making up date plans to get you away from people flirting with you ❥ would so take you on that fake date after. he has to save face so why not kill two birds with one stone? a date with you and a way to get you away from people who don’t deserve you

“love,” jumin says, slipping his hand ever so gently around your waist, “who is this?”

the other person doesn’t miss the way jumin looks directly at them as he places a kiss to your temple. the way his eyes looked so calm yet guarded, as if he was daring them to even think about trying to flirt with you again.

“this is a new coworker! i was put in charge of showing them how everything works.”

jumin’s eyes traced back to you, admiring how well you did your job. you were tasked with helping someone completely new so it meant you had to be considered one of the best. his heart swelled with pride - that is, until the newbie interrupted his train of thought.

“yeah…so,” they trailed off, looking between you and jumin, “would i be able to get your number? incase i have any questions later on?”

jumin swiftly moved his hand from your waist to the small of your back, leading you towards where driver kim was waiting.

“y/n, my love, i made reservations for us. would it be alright if we headed there right now?”

“yeah! of course,” you looked towards jumin and smiled, “sorry, can we talk about this later?”

the newbie simply nodded while jumin couldn’t help but let out a small smirk.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

❥ oh... that first kiss CG WHEWWWW ❥ he always initiates it ❥ you can try but he will take control and it seems like he initiated it anyways ❥ lingers before actually committing to it, eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes before pulling your chin closer ❥ a hand of his always gently cradling the cusp of your chin until it isn’t so gentle and more so desperate ❥ will always go back for more kisses

“jumin-”

“just one more love,” jumin says pulling away even more to look you in your eyes. his hair was becoming more messy, the strands falling in front of his face. he looked desperate, as if his yearning for you could never be satisfied. “they can wait, let me love you once more.”

L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

❥ he falls in love first 100% ❥ this is coming from someone who falls all at once if they fall (he is just like me fr) ❥ would verbalize it as soon as he realizes <3 ❥ would ask you to love him when you feel ready but asks that you let him tell you his emotions in the meantime ❥ he has no issue waiting for you but he needs wants you to always know of his love for you

M = Memory (What's their favorite memory together?)

❥ you wanted to surprise him at his penthouse for his birthday (you’re so lucky the guards were given orders to always let you in) so you decorated the whole place and invited the rfa ❥ everyone else was sitting on the couches and talking (zen was purposely sneezing because jaehee kept complimenting his ‘graceful sneezes) except for you ❥ you were sitting in front of the cage elizabeth the 3rd was put in for zen’s safety, meowing back at her to try and commmunicate ❥ jumin opened the door to find his closest (only) friends and the love of his life waiting for him ❥ seeing you try to imitate elly’s meows, as well as the fact everyone wanted to celebrate him ???  ❥ he was so touched he even smiled (albeit small) in front of zen... yeah zen will never let him live that down

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

❥ this is not even a question. ❥ if you tell him you think a certain star is pretty, he WILL buy it for you ❥ absolutely adores it when you try to convince him to not spoil you ❥ he’s so used to seeing women go to his father and try to get anything and everything, so the fact that you don’t makes him so happy ❥ he knows you love him for him, which makes him want to spoil you even more ❥ PLEASE do not glance at anything for more than a couple of seconds because he will remember and get it for you

O = Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)

❥ lavender  ❥ seems like a cop out to use his heart color but hear me out ❥ lavender represents calmness and devotion, yet also represents elegance and luxury ❥ it’s a color that reminds him of not only you, but himself as well. ❥ he was the melancholy light blue that would be brushed over until he met the red passion you held within you ❥ he cannot think about his other half without thinking about how complete he feels, and just like lavender, his life is made up of two opposing yet beautiful differences

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

❥ “love” is his go to. he wants you to know he loves you even if he doesn’t verbalize it as much ❥ “my love” when he wants to remind anyone and everyone, even himself, that you are his <3 ❥ other than that, he would stick to using your name ❥ you are so perfect to him, there is no name he can call you to fully capture his love for you

Q = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)

❥ oh i got a list, get ready ❥ opening the car door for you, making you wait inside until he does so ❥ princess style carrying you whenever there is a chance of your feet getting wet because he rather be uncomfortable than you ❥ bringing you a flower (minimum) every time you two go on a date ❥ love notes (delivered through text because he is a busy man) whenever he misses you ❥ a kiss on the forehead every time you must depart from one another ❥ i am weak in the knees for him

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

❥ trips to his private garden ❥ his private garden is more of a garden inside of a greenhouse so no rain would get on you guys ❥ sitting under one of the garden’s trees as you listen to him read <3 ❥ soft classical (guys i love classical music so much shhh) music playing in the background as the gentle patter of the rain droplets lull you into a sleep like state ❥ and when you do fall asleep? jumin will lean his head on top of yours and pretend the two of you are in your own fairy tale

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

❥ all he needs is to spend time with you and talk about it ❥ you make him happy just by being beside him ❥ omg if you cook something for him.... it will make him so happy that you are even concerned about his wellbeing ❥ perks of him being traumatized and unworthy of love? any positive interaction with you makes him feel loved and happy

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

❥ your day ❥ his day ❥ elly ❥ anything to learn more about you ❥ this man has barely ever been listened to, please just let him converse about whatever he feels like

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

❥ reading to you ❥ something about you being lulled to sleep to the sound of his voice makes him so happy and relaxed; just knowing you feel so safe with him makes him <3_<3 ❥ laying w elly (but that’s such an obvious answer) ❥ sitting down and relaxing with both you and elly right next to him <3

jumin and you both sat on opposite ends of the loveseat, only being connected by his hand that enveloped yours. elizabeth the third was seated on his lap, purring as he absentmindedly pet her in between pages of his novel. your laughs can be heard as you messed with seven in the chatroom, each laugh causing you to squeeze jumin’s hand a little. this was what he could get used to everyday; the two of you being connected emotionally no matter what you’re doing.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

❥ YOU. ❥ jumin is affluent but he doesn’t like showing it off ❥ he may accidentally do so because he is obtuse at times but he isn’t proud of his money ❥ you and elly > everything else in his life ❥ if you work, even if it is a temp. job, he will hype it up ❥ zen wants to talk about how pretty his face is? jumin sends a photo of you with a “y/n is looking etheral” with his cat chat bubble thingy ;,)

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

❥ let’s pretend he didn’t do it in the game already ❥ tbh anyone who says he plans it is  and follows through is such a liar ❥ he will do it as a spur of the moment thing ❥ he could plan a whole reservation for you and ask the RFA to prep everything only to get so excited that he proposes next time he sees you ❥ always has the ring on him even if he isn’t set to propose for like another couple of months because he is a loverboy at heart

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

❥ daddy issues - the neighborhood

“And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I know that you got daddy issues, and I do too”

❥ i also made a jumin playlist so if y’all wanna listen click here (giggles)

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

❥LMAOOOOO... we all know the answer to this ❥ loves the idea of you being his and him being yours ❥ he won’t pressure you to get married asap but y’all would be engaged until you’re ready ❥ y/n han is the most beautiful sounding name to him

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

❥ you two already have elizabeth the 3rd ❥ no one dared to think about what would happen if elly (jumin refuses to admit he finds it cute when you say elly, especially is seven overhears) died ❥ elizabeth the 3rd is immortal. she will be with you all forever

[marshmallowprotection]

How do you think that first night in the cabin on saerans route went? We see a bunch but theres still the fact that this is really the first time their allowed to spend more than like 20 minutes with eachother. Plus there was presumably only one bed in the cabin, not that saeran slept much but they could have rested together. Maybe a bit awkward at first?

You were in the cabin for only a few seconds before Saeran realized that there was a phone in your hand. He’s been focused on saving the two of you, so his mind was only on the road. It wasn’t easy to duck and dodge any believers that came chasing after you. Rika might not have had the mind at the time to send the guards, but they already had prior orders to take care of you & Saeran.

That was exhausting, to say the least. Blood pumping out of your mind for hours like that needs you to slow down momentary to regain control of your head. So, do we want to make a timeline out of the official hours given to us by the game or do we want to assume that it’s more likely that the timeline is skewed over to make more sense in the moment? If we look at the official chat times to base a lot of this after, we have to look at the moment we escaped to the following day at 8AM.

16:13 / 4:13 P.M. 18:37 / 6:37 P.M. 20:22 / 8:22 P.M.  21:39 / 9:39 P.M. 23:48 / 11:48 P.M. 08:00 / 8:00 A.M. 

With this in mind, we have to account for a few factors. So, you make a break for it at 4:13. You start running through the mountains and you don’t get to the cabin until sometime after 6:37. We know you’re still running when you’re speaking to V and Jaehee, so there’s no concrete answer on when you arrive to the cabin in the night. It has to be somewhere between 6:37 and 8:22. Depending on that, I know that it’s easier to gauge what we’re working with in regards to what you’re doing with Saeran.

So, let’s just assume that there’s a period between the time that you arrive to the cabin and before you open the messenger. That’s going to be a break where you catch your breath. Saeran inspects the cabin for safety, you check everything in the place to see what you’re working with food and water wise. That’s a fact that I know for sure because Saeran has to run down to the river to grab some fresh water during a phone call.

Then we have to account for the time it takes Saeran to set up a connection with the messenger and ensure that he did indeed have the right skills to ensure that Mint Eye cannot trace him yet. I can assume that this takes twenty minutes, it’s just a rough assessment. You then sit down with Saeran, open the messenger to chat with Yoosung and Zen. You coax him to slow down, relax, and open himself to them with good faith. He relaxes.

Realizes fast Yoosung and Zen aren’t helpful in this case while they sputter, he kisses your cheek, presses his hand to yours in a small act of faith, and then he goes to turn on his laptop and hunt down what the C&R team sent him. We can assume that took a few minutes so you finish up your chat and then go sit with him while he checks in with Jumin and Jaehee. That’s when he has to start his work right away. But, you see, Saeran isn’t working alone now. He has this big team at C&R. He isn’t doing this alone.

He is working with them, balancing out work and ensuring that everything is going to work out. Jaehee even comments in the chat following at one at 9:39 that he’s wonderful, practical, and a hard-worker. So, at an hour in, he’s already made huge process with everyone. He’s doing his work, and you’re likely moving around the cabin trying to see what you have to eat... since there’s a phone call in here about asking him if he’s hungry! He says he wants to join you, so that is enough for me to assume that he’s able to take a couple of breaks that night but not many.

Enough for him to look at you and breathe. He can look away for five or ten minutes every hour. He is determined to do work, but he wants to make sure that you’re okay, too. He doesn’t want to ignore you and work like this again... it’s the reminder of those first days at Mint Eye that make him say he needs a tiny break just so that he can hold you or you can hold him momentarily. This a lot for him to process and he’s going through it.

He keeps working hard with C&R into the night. It’s revealed that they’ve found where they think Saeyoung has been taken by 11:48. So, within the span of the few hours you’ve been in the cabin, Saeran’s been spending much of his time coordinating the C&R team while doing his work, too. Yet, he’s had the time to eat with you, fetch some fresh water, and take a short walk around the area of the cabin. We know he doesn’t sleep that night, and you probably don’t get a lot of sleep, either.

I imagined that you slept on a couch not far from him while he was doing his work and that motivated him to keep pushing through the exhaustion since he could finally see you at peace. So, whatever happened overnight isn’t clear to anyone. He could’ve had more breaks to check on you or be with you, or there’s a chance that you checked in with the intelligence unit with Saeran to speak to Jumin or Jaehee yourself. There’s no telling what you’ve done on your phone that night, either.

That’s up for the player to figure out. We all know it ends with Saeran taking a break on the phone that morning to tell you that he’s watching the sunrise... and you’re looking at him from the window, seeing how free he finally is. By the time the sunrises, it’s time to go.

The 8AM chatroom happens which would be the point that says “okay, now we have to face the Prime Minister”. We know that Driver Kim has to come and pick up Saeran and the player from the cabin and bring them back to C&R. We don’t get any idea of how long this takes. So, you have all that time with Saeran to try to rest and relax before you’re thrust into C&R’s building on the spot to fight the biggest fight of your life. I am sure this entire time is tense, awkward, and a little bit uncertain. It’s not easy to figure out where you stand with Saeran and all the RFA, and the same goes for Saeran. You’re both figuring this out.

All I can say is that the end of Day 10 feels like the longest day of your life.

[pochipop]

＃ MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — WHAT KIND OF PERSON THEY WOULD FALL FOR.

#. synopsis! — who the boys would fall for the hardest .

#. characters! — jumin , yoosung , jihyun (v) , saeran (ray) , saeyoung (707) , hyun (zen) .

#. warnings! — none .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

𖦹. ━ JUMIN !!

Jumin needs both loyalty and compassion in a relationship. As someone who has been greatly impacted by disloyalty throughout his life, —Jumin seeks the love of someone who can be true to him at all times, even when things get rough. Just as well, he needs someone who can look at him and truly believe that he deserves all of the compassion he's denied himself (and subsequently others) for innumerous years. Honesty would be another key factor in the mix, as Jumin adamantly requests candid answers from those around him, not wanting their opinions to be sullied by worries that he may retaliate emotionally or out of spite. He would also be likely to give his heart to someone leaning to the introverted side due to his more reserved nature. Someone good with both problem solving and emotional regulation would be the cherry on top. Affection wise, Jumin would fall fairly quickly for someone who bounces between cuddly and needing personal space, as he's a bit like that himself, and it would likely be easier to manage expectations if his lover could relate to him in that way. When it comes to loving someone, Jumin is devoted and sincere, and would feel most comfortable in a relationship where that devotion and sincerity could be reflected back to him. Honesty is also crucial to Jumin's communication style, especially since he isn't always the best at understanding or empathizing with the emotions of others. 

𖦹. ━ YOOSUNG !!

Yoosung is by no means picky. He doesn't have many requirements or needs and is the type of person to simply be happy that he's desired, making almost anything enough for him. Still, he wouldn't do well with a partner who was overly secretive, hiding things away from him, only giving vague answers to his questions. . . That kind of situation would turn him away quickly. Yoosung likes to be in the know, whether it's passive knowledge or active understanding. He also appreciates people who seek to understand the actions, motives, and points of view of others. As someone who tends to fluctuate between masking his feelings by being cheerful and kind and expressing his emotions perhaps too bluntly from time to time when the setting may prove to be inappropriate for such actions, Yoosung is thankful for those that don't judge him rashly and instead seek to understand his feelings. Instead of shaming him for his poor emotional regulation, Yoosung would prefer to have those around him acknowledge his mistake while also understanding his perspective. Communication is a big part of his needs, helping him to better understand what to do in the future when similar feelings bubble up inside him. Patience would likely be a good quality for Yoosung's lover as well.

𖦹. ━ JIHYUN !!

Jihyun, who loves photography and life itself, would be best suited to an artistic/creative partner, —someone who could share in his ideas about the world. He'd love to be able to show his partner a set of photographs and explain the emotion behind them, explain what he was feeling in the moments which he took them, and have that be fully internalized for all it's truly worth. Moreover, Jihyun holds a lot of guilt, both for things he had little to no control over and things he could have done differently if he'd chosen another path. Someone compassionate and forgiving would likely be better for Jihyun in the long run, especially on the days when he feels like he's drowning in his mistakes. To the same effect, a loving person would likely prove to make Jihyun feel more secure, no matter how that love were to be expressed. He sees the value in every love language and could adapt fairly easily to any of them. Someone willing to ask what he needs at any given time is a real selling point for Jihyun as well, —even when he doesn't have the answer, just being asked means so much to him. Despite seeing the value in each love language, however, Jihyun does prefer quality time more often than not, and would be suited for a partner who could actively be sure to make time for him.

𖦹. ━ SAERAN !!

Saeran needs a partner who is patient and willing to give him the time and space he needs to blossom. With everything that's happened in his life, Saeran has been left with many scars; —some physical, others metaphorical. Because of that, he may tend to push people away or act coldly towards those he loves, as he doesn't have another way to express his feelings. When he becomes overwhelmed, it's easier for him to put up a wall and make sure there is distance between himself and whatever is setting his heart on fire. Being patient and understanding of him is a must. Saeran wouldn't suit a pushy or overly physical partner. He much prefers someone who could either read his body language and get the hint or ask him what is suitable for certain circumstances. Just as well, Saeran would likely value a sense of wit in a lover, to make it easier to banter back and forth and not be hurt by his playful jabs that might not always come across perfectly. Moreover, Saeran can be incredibly sarcastic at times, so an overly sensitive partner may not be the best option of the bunch. Lastly, someone in it for the long haul is the preferable type for Saeran, because when he loves, he loves hard, —even if his affection tends to lean to silence.

𖦹. ━ SAEYOUNG !!

Saeyoung is best suited to a lover with a sense of humor, —someone he can banter back and forth and be silly with at times. However, because Saeyoung often uses humor to mask his more complicated feelings, someone perceptive who could see through him sometimes would go a long way for him. He has trouble expressing himself in any deep, complicated manner because he doesn't want to burden anyone else with his feelings. For that reason, a reassuring person would be a wonderful fit for Saeyoung's overall personality. Because he is no stranger to feeling both alone and isolated, a certain level of affection would be perfect for him, especially if his lover were to ask first, just to let him know that his feelings are being taken into account at all times. Being trustworthy would also greatly help Saeyoung in bringing his walls down and allowing himself the liberty of being vulnerable. If he learns that he can trust someone with both the troubles he faces due to his line of work, as well as the issues that arise from his hard to regulate emotions, Saeyoung will naturally gravitate toward that individual for both advice and comfort. Perhaps the most important trait his partner could have is empathy. It means a lot to Saeyoung when someone looks at him as a real, genuine person with his own feelings. Sometimes, between the genius level intelligence and the mask of constant clowning, it can be easy to forget that he has feelings and troubles too. Please keep that in mind for him.

𖦹. ━ HYUN !!

Hyun desires someone more overtly affectionate, —someone who will be happy to reciprocate his physical expressions of love. He values those that are less judgemental and more open-minded, as he's done and been involved with things in the past that he is not proud of, but wouldn't want his partner's current image of him to be sullied by who he was when he was much younger. When it comes to emotions, Hyun tends to stuff his down for a while before being honest about them, and he has a bad habit of drinking when he feels the pressure weighing on him. It would be great if his lover could encourage him to have healthier habits and even join him in doing so. Moreover, Hyun can easily match the vibe of an introverted or extroverted partner, making him the perfect candidate for an ambivert's significant other. Another crucial aspect would be actively supporting his work as an actor, —going to shows when you can, helping him run through his lines, offering criticism and praise when he asks for feedback, etc. His work is very important to him, it's an extension of himself in many ways, and his partner being sure to show him support when it's obvious he's been working incredibly hard would surely make Hyun feel genuinely loved and appreciated.

[geniously-hacked-bebop]

A Valentine's Surprise

Pairing: Jumin Han x Reader (NSFW/18+ only/MDNI)

Warnings: cockwarming, rough sex, choking, hair pulling

AN: Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I was not planning on having anything ready for today, but somehow this happened in a sleep-deprived stupor and I'm weirdly happy with it??? Anyways, enjoy some good ol' Jumin smut!

Every year for Valentine’s Day, you and Jumin always did something special and typically pretty over the top knowing how he likes to surprise you. However, this year with the holiday landing on a Monday, a day where you both had to work, it really put a damper on any sort of concrete plans. Sure, of course you would go out on the weekend to celebrate early, but you still wanted to surprise him on that day.

After living together for several years, you have come to be very familiar with how meticulous and organized Jumin is. Everything in his own space has its spot and very rarely strays from that location, especially in his home office. A computer with a keyboard in the middle, a notepad slightly to the right of it with pens lined up next to it, a small lamp on the left corner and a pillow for Elizabeth the Third to sit right in front of the lamp. Without fail, once he got home and greeted you, he would go to his office to finish up any last minute paperwork before allowing himself to relax with the love of his life. This information made it very easy to plan every step of your Valentine’s surprise to make sure it goes exactly how you pictured it in your head.

You managed to somehow get off work earlier than he did for once and beat him home, where you immediately rinsed off the grime of the day. Robe wrapped loosely around your still damp body, you made your way over to your giant shared walk-in closet and went straight for the outfit you had been planning for this moment. A short red dress that was form fitting on the top, but had a cute little frilly skirt on it that barely covered your ass. While you were slipping this on, you heard Elizabeth run from the bed in your room into the main area, a tell-tale sign that Jumin was home from work. He called out a quick greeting before he rushed into his office, just like you knew he would. Patting down the skirt and taking a deep breath as you felt butterflies begin to fill your stomach, as if you were dressing up for a first date and not for the man you have been married to for years now, you make your way quietly to where you knew he would be sitting.

He always looked somewhat otherworldly sitting in his large leather chair behind the dark wooden desk in his office. Sometimes looking at him in this setting made you realize the position he was in and how wild it was that you had the opportunity to meet someone like him, let alone fall in love with and end up marrying. It was hard to wrap your head around how the adorable man who falls asleep on the couch while reading books about vampire lore, with his cat curled up on his chest, is also someone who is incredibly high up in his field.

He looked up briefly, running his eyes down your form and gave you a smile before turning his eyes back to his computer, “you look beautiful my darling, did you dress up like that just for me?”

You walk closer to his desk, going around the right side and placing your hands on it so you could lean closer to him, “I did! Do you like it?” you ask as you do a little spin for him, careful to make sure the skirt didn’t go up.

“Of course I do, you always look breathtaking,” he says as he takes one of your hands and kisses it, bringing a light flush to your cheeks, “I’m so sorry but I had to finish up one last thing before I could greet you properly.”

“No need to apologize, I understand! Is it alright for me to keep you company while you do that?”

He pats his desk, signaling for you to sit, “I would love nothing more,” he answers with one of his smiles he only gives you, his eyes softening with the rest of his face while he looks at you with all of the adoration in the world.

You take a look at his desk to make sure everything was how it normally was. Pens on the right, next to his notepad, exactly like you knew they would be. Putting one hand down to pretend to lift yourself onto his desk, you feint your hand slipping and “accidentally” knock one of his pens onto the floor.

“Oh! I’m so sorry honey, let me pick that up,” you say as you turn your back to him and bend over from the waist to grab the pen on the ground, feeling the short skirt ride up as you did so. You knew he saw your surprise for him when you heard his breath catch and felt his strong hands grab you by the waist to pull you onto his lap, flush against his chest.

You could feel his lips brush against your ear as you hear his deep voice come out in a breathy whisper, “no panties huh?” his hand starts running from its place on your waist, down to your inner thigh, “is this what you had planned all along?”

As soon as you nodded your head in response, his fingers expertly spread your folds and started rubbing circles around your clit slowly. “You couldn’t even let me finish my work first? That’s how needy you are for me?”

You let out a whine in response, to which he stopped his movements, “use your words and answer me princess, I know you can.”

“Yes, yes! Please Jumin,” you can hear the desperation in your voice, and moan in relief as his fingers continue what they had started before.

“There we go, that’s a good girl,” his voice sends shivers down your spine as he picks up the pace. “I do need to finish what I was working on before you decided to interrupt me though, maybe you can help me out until I’m done?”

You gulp and nod your head, he removes his hand from the mess you were beginning to make and taps your leg gently to have you stand up. Confused, you turn your head to see him unzipping his slacks and sliding them and his underwear down just enough to where his cock sprung free. You could feel the heat rising in your body at the sight. One of his hands finds its way back around your waist to pull you gently back onto his lap, while the other is wrapped around the base of his member, guiding it to slip into your warm, wet walls until he was buried to the hilt. You let out a gasp as you felt the stretch of him entering you and resting right at your most sensitive spot.

“Now stay just like that for me until I’m done, if you’re good then I might give you what you really want,” he whispers as he kisses your neck, making you squirm ever so slightly.

He gets back to his work like normal, as if your pussy wasn’t stretched around him, flexing his cock every once in a while just to make you jump so he could scold you for not holding still while he was trying to work. You could feel yourself becoming a slick mess around him, trying to follow his command, while also being even more desperate for this man to fuck you properly already.

After what seems like forever, he finally logs off of his computer, barely giving you enough time to process that he was done before he stood from his chair without warning, forcing you to find your footing quickly. Bending you over his desk with a hand at the small of your back to keep you down, he leans forward, chest pushing down against your back, pressing you further onto the desk as he gets closer to your ear.

“You were so good for me my love, now let me give you your reward,” he says, standing back upright, pulling himself from your wet heat before slamming back in, making your body lunge forward from the impact.

You can feel moans being pulled from your body and echoing throughout the room with every thrust of his hips against yours, each time his dick hitting the deepest parts of you, knowing exactly how to make you feel good. His hand runs up through your hair, grabbing it at the base and using it to pull you up, causing your back to arch as he leans your head against his chest, moving his other hand to wrap around your throat and choke you lightly as he uses it as leverage to quicken his pace.

The constant pounding of that spot deep inside you along with the slight lightheadedness that came from his hand around your neck had you hurtling towards your finish faster than you thought was possible. With a scream, you plunge over the edge, your pussy throbbing and pulsing around him, practically milking his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm. With how wet and tight you were, he was soon to follow, hips stuttering and filling you to the brim as he came deep inside you with a deep groan of his own.

He pulls his softening cock from your walls and turns you around to face him, pulling you into a deep, heated kiss, holding you flush against him.

You pull away, resting your forehead against his, “Happy Valentine’s Day Jumin,” you say, letting out a soft giggle.

“Happy Valentine’s Day my love,” he smiles back at you before moving to sweep you up into a bridal carry, kicking his pants off from around his ankles. His soft smile turns into a smirk as he goes to walk you both towards the bedroom, “but don’t think I’m done with you just yet.”

[juminsmysticmc]

Hello can I request a hc about Rfa+minor trio( as older brother) trying to take care of their younger sister (which is mc) when she's sick? I hope you understand the request. Have a nice day!

RFA + Minor Trio AU taking care of MC as their sister 

Thank you for your request, have a nice day too! Ps.: funny that I am writing the request now, that my sister has Covid ( again ) but I’m not the one who’s taking care ( my mom is )

Jumin

It was late in the night when Kang Jaehee was still online in the Chatroom of the RFA, chatting with her idol and the red-haired hacker.

,,Thinking of it, Jaehee, why are you online and Jumin’s not?’’ Seven asked.

,,Mr Han isn’t coming to work for two days now due to his sister being sick in bed. He is taking care of her health right now…very tiring…’’ she stated, sending an emoji of her face, sighing.

,,The trust fund kid has a sis he cares about?!’’ Zen asked, perplexed.

While the RFA talked about different relationships between siblings, someone else was instead preparing some tea and apples in a bunny shape for a little five year old.

This person was none other than Jumin Han, who was currently trying to make his half-sister feel better.

,,Jumin, the bunnies taste so good!’’ she chuckled. Right afterward, a wave of coughing overtook her body, making her gag and grab his hand in panic.

,,Breathe slowly. In with your nose, out with the mouth, don’t worry, Mc,’’ he whispered with the patience of an angel, until her coughing died down.

He quickly gave her some tea to sip on and made sure to lie her down.

,,Can you tell me a story, Jumin?’’ she sweetly asked her brother, blinking a few times.

Jumin had to smile, there was no way he wouldn’t tell her a story if this was her wish.

After her mother died in childbirth- his stepmother of nine-months and probably the only one who didn’t abuse him- he promised himself to protect her and take care of her.

,,Of course, Mc.’’

Zen

,,Mc…? Why are you here?’’ Zen gasped when he opened the door after checking who was at his door at a very unusual time.

It was none other than his younger sister with red eyes, a sniffling nose, and a pale face.

,,The mask looks good on you…Oppa…’’ she groaned before her body fell forward in his arms, making him quickly freak out.

The girl, early in her teens, was currently burning. Her fever seemed pretty severe and bad coughing made it impossible for her to even rest.

Zen didn’t know why his younger sister was at his home, what triggered her, and how she got so sick, all he knew was that she needed his help.

Not even worrying about getting himself sick too, Zen made sure to lay her down in his bed, cover her, and prepare some tea for when she would wake up. 

The first night was rough, especially the hallucinations because of the fever.

One that kind of triggered him was her dream when he quickly wanted to get up to open the window for some fresh air.

,,Don’t go…Hyun stay…’’ she whined, just like in the past when she fell on her knees.

,,Don’t leave again…don’t leave me alone. Don’t make me hate you even more for leaving me in that toxic household…I want you to be happy but save me too…’’ she whined.

Zen’s heart was aching. Her sister was enduring the hard fight on her own with his brother and parents.

She was always the only one who took his side and supported him. Despite this, he left her and went away…

Everything quickly cleared up afterward. Mc slept for another two days while getting constant calls from the mother and was lastly picked up by her after her runaway.

But Zen made sure to tell her that he would always be by her side.

,,And if it’s too much to bear, just call me. I will be your prince on the white horse…’’

Yoosung

No one believed Yoosung when he confessed that he would soon become a big brother.

His mother was expecting a child once again, more than 20 years younger than her last child, aka Yoosung.

Nevertheless, he was excited and made sure to support and help his mother in every possible way.

As soon as Yoosung was able to hold his little sister, he was sure to protect her, care for her, and be the perfect big brother.

He even stopped playing as much LOLOL as before just to keep being motivated at university.

He wanted to look good in front of his little sister.

Unfortunately, the last child of the Kim family was the most sickly one.

There were constant fevers and all possible children’s sicknesses which existed.

Once again, Yoosung was sitting on the edge of his sister’s bed as no one could take care of her at the moment, pressing a cold towel on her warm forehead, holding her hand and softly rubbing her hand to let her know that he was still there.

,,Yoosung-oppa…make the headache go away, please…’’ the little girl begged, but Yoosung, who in her eyes was a superhero who could save all animals, was powerless.

,,I will make you some good soup, then you will get better in no time!’’ he nodded. The last thing he read in the book named ,,How to take care of children’’ was that they should stay hydrated.

Since her big brother told her that he would make her soup, it would do wonders, right?

Jaehee

The young woman smiled sadly as she stroked the head of the teenager resting on her lap.

She resembled her mother more and more.

A day didn’t pass where Jaehee didn’t miss her parents, feeling sad and devastated because of their death.

The worst feeling however was that her little sister never got to know her father.

She almost couldn’t remember her mother, but instead had to go through all those hard times with her aunt and her family.

Even though these times were gone, Jaehee still felt guilty, but she didn’t want to part with her sister with everything they went through.

This was now the second day in a row where Jaehee had to stay at home due to her sister’s bad health, but luckily Jumin seemed pretty understanding of this emergency.

Jaehee checked the temperature again before she looked out of the window.

,,I feel like everything is spinning,’’ her sister groaned, making Jaehee look down at her.

,,Of course it does, you’re sick,’’ she commented.

,,Can we watch Zen’s last show?’’

Jaehee was proud that her sister seemed to be interested in the same thing as her and she gladly exchanged opinions.

Indeed, Jaehee noticed that this child was her sister.

Should I add something here?

Saeyoung

It was already hard dealing with Saeran being sick as his twin brother. When he, however, understood that his ,,mother’’ expected another child and that there would be another baby, he was devastated.

He was happy that there was someone else too, but he was scared.

He was scared that the new baby would have much more hardships, scared his mother would be even worse now…

And those fears made it possible that the young boy never actually had a childhood.

His fears came true when his half-sibling Mc was born and was constantly crying without his mother to take care of it.

Instead, a pillow was put on top of the crib.

Everyone would have understood that this could have ended badly.

This was the first and unfortunately not the last time, Mc was saved by her older brother.

As she grew, Saeyoung quickly understood that she was just as weak as his brother and that he needed to save them both.

That’s why when he met Jihyun, he suddenly felt at ease.

Saeran was taken away from him, something that made him feel even worse, but he managed at least to keep his little sister by her side and as long as he got updated on his brother, everything would be alright…

,,Saeyoung…’’ Mc groaned in pain. Her fever was rising again while her hands grew colder and colder.

,,I had a weird dream…about you existing twice…that would be tiresome’’ she laughed, closing her eyes as he washed her arms with a wet towel.

,,I guess these fevers bring back some old memories, little sister…’’ he whispered.  

Saeran

He didn’t know how or why, but suddenly the red-haired man wasn't with his older twin brother anymore.

Instead, he was holding a baby in his arms who was observing him while he followed the blonde girl.

Saeran never understood why his brother left him, why he saved only his own life.

Saeran’s heart was filled with hate and anger, sadness and disappointment.

But there was one person who made him smile despite the bad feeling he got whenever he heard the name of his brother - you.

,,You have to make sure to drink a lot,’’ he said while he put the flowers on the table and went to open the window.

,,I feel weak, I have to throw up…my heart is hurting and I feel…weird…’’ you gasped, holding your bedsheet as you tried to calm down your heartbeat.

,,I know it was the same for me too when I took the elixir. Let’s try to skip it, okay?’’ Saeran asked, taking the blue fluid from you and making and pouring it into the flower bed.

,,Will you skip it with me, Saeran…?’’ you asked him.

,,If this is your wish…but only if you promise to eat the soup now,’’ he nodded.

Saeran didn’t know that this wish of yours would save his life.

If he perhaps would have seen how the fresh flowers began to wither next to him, instead of feeding you, Saeran’s realization could have come earlier…

Jihyun

,,Sorry that I threw up on the new picture you drew,’’ the young girl lying in bed whimpered after her older brother showed her the latest picture he drew.

She, despite her being the daughter of another woman, was the only one who was allowed to see his pictures.

To see the art.

She was the only person who had the opportunity and the only person he talked to honestly ( expect Jumin ).

Mc, his younger sister, was like his sunshine, who could make a lot of things clear for him.

,,Are you still seeing that blonde woman, by the way?’’ she asked her brother.

The bowl - in the case she had to throw up again, was right next to her.

On her forehead was a cold towel and her body was tucked in underneath the warm and cozy blanket he took out of the drawer.

Jihyun smiled and checked her temperature again before he put the towel into the cold water next to him before placing it on her forehead once again.

,,I am seeing her, why?’’ he asked his sister.

Despite her being a few years younger, she was very intelligent and noticed things in people right away. She was also very sensitive.

,,I think, you should…just…I don’t know…I’m scared that one day you will be scared to do the right thing because of her… If you notice something is toxic, you should handle it quickly, you know?’’ she mumbled before she covered her mouth and made gagging sounds.

Jihyun quickly reacted and brought the bowl closer to her.

Once she was asleep, he thought deeply about her words. So perhaps she noticed and tried to persuade him into taking action…?

Vanderwood - just made up his past

Vanderwood was eight when he first met you.

The nun in the orphanage held you, the one year old girl who just lost her parents, without knowing what the future would bring.

,,Make sure to protect her. You’re the oldest here, yes?’’ the woman asked him.

Since then, for Vanderwood, you were his sister.

Mc, the little girl who was always by Vanderwood.

Whenever it was raining, the nuns found her in his bed, sleeping in his embrace as he held her ears closed so that she wouldn’t hear the rain.

Whenever older boys were teasing you, Vanderwood would come to your rescue.

And one day, when you were ten and he was allowed to get out of the orphanage, for the first time, Mc was requested for adoption.

,,Bro, you can’t live without me, huh?’’ Mc laughed when she carried her bag towards the old little apartment.

,,Mc…I can’t live without you…get better soon,’’ Vanderwood whispered another day.

Her face was as pale as the clouds up in the sky.

Her face was covered in sweat, her little thin arms were being held by his big hands as breathing became harder and harder for her.

,,I will beg a doctor to check on you and to give you some medicine,’’ he whispered, at this moment, he regretted taking her with him. She had never gotten this sick.

,,Too much money…just stay here. I will be better tomorrow,’’ she assured him, coughing hardly once again.

,,I…I will try to ask for help,’’ he promised, giving her a sip of water and changing the towel on her head.

,,Before you go, please change my shirt… I am sweating so much…’’ she begged.

Her body was covered in red, little stains, making him more and more nervous and sure about the fact that she was seriously sick.

Vanderwood rushed out and at that very moment, he promised himself that he would never make her that sick again…

,,If you work for us, we will give her medical help and a good place to live for her whole life,’’ someone from a so-called agency told Vanderwood and before his sister could decline, Vanderwood signed the contract…

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13.07.2022 // 21:57 MEST

[dememetor]

HEY HEY HEY

I love your writing, can I please get jealous hcs for anyone? Please include suna thi he's my latest brainrot hAHA

hi, thanks for the request! and suna brainrot?? bitch me too the fuck. anyways, hope you enjoy~

(also sorry this is kinda late, i've rewritten iwaizumi and bokuto ones a million times)

Haikyuu boys when they're jealous

characters suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, kenma kozume

warnings none but i'm probably gonna say fuck at some point

Suna Rintarou

he tries to be chill about it, he does

it hurts his ego to be this clingy but god

he can't help but to feel that sour sting of jealousy when he sees another guy approaching you

at first will only take a quick glance from afar, just to check if the guy is bothering you, and then promises himself to stay out of your business

well he doesn't

once he decides the guy has lost talking-to-y/n-alone privilege, he will nonchalantly make his way towards you, one hand in his pocket, other sneaking its way to your shoulder, resting his elbow and giving the poor boy a menacing look

he can be pretty intimidating too with that eyeliner and all

(but that look only works on people that don't know him well, he tried it on atsumu once and the latter just laughed in his face)

not the type to be openly jealous but when he sees someone blatantly flirting with you he will start to give you the Glance

blinks slowly (you know, like that one blonde haired guy gif) and looks at you through raised eyebrows as if to say hey babe, i love you and i trust you. what the fuck tho

and when the guy starts being borderline creepy he'll appear between you - and i mean literally will inject himself between you two and strike a conversation with you as if nothing weird happened

they usually get the hint, but this one guy tried to go around him, still rambling about whatever and suna literally turned on his heel and said "come again?" with such unrivaled coldness, his eyes exuding just sheer fucking spite

but like i said, unless the other guy is asking for it, he's not the type to start a direct confrontation

will take you by the hand and leave without much thought because he simply doesn't have the time for that shit

he might seem grumpy afterwards but a couple of soft kisses usually do the trick

soft kisses which are followed by a breathless make out session with you on his kitchen counter because he still wants you to know you're only his

Kuroo Tetsurou

this little bitch

never gets jealous

and i mean never

once pretended he was jealous just to make you feel better (??? his logic? unparalleled) but once you found out you beat his ass

loves it when you get jealous though (he thinks it's cute)

sometimes he does get insecure, but he shows it in an unusual way

like if you've been talking to someone, smiling at your phone for a while he'll just get up and randomly do a couple puhs-ups, start flexing his muscles and shit

all while you're looking at him like,,

"babe, what are you doing"

"oh i didn't think you'd notice me there. since you're on your damn phone all day"

"...are you my mom?"

nah he'll be fine (will steal your phone though)

also it's the funniest thing when he sees someone trying to flirt with you

he will literally walk over there, introduce himself (not mentioning he's your boyfriend) and act really interested in the conversation

he plays this game where he tries to see how long will it take the guy to realise you two are together (longest time: 24 minutes, record holder: yahaba shigeru)

whenever the guy asks you something he will interrupt you and answer for himself as if the guy were flirting with him

"so, like what do you do in your free time?"

"not mu-"

"oh i love taking long walks on the beach, especially during sunsets. i really think it is healthy for the mind and the soul, not to mention quite romantic too. don't you too love sunsets, kevin?"

at one point kevin will have had enough of it

"i was talking to y/n alone here"

"aw don't worry, you're not bothering me"

he is such a pain in the ass

why can't he just be normal

Iwaizumi Hajime

rational, mature, i love him

seriously, he is the bestest boy and he will treat you so well because he trusts you and respects your friendship with other guys as well

but on those rare occasions when he does get jealous,, oh boy

first of all, the PDA skyrockets, he has to have his arm around you at all times - around your shoulder? on your waist? in your backpocket? his hand's been there done that

not in any way possesive but will be really annoying unless you give him your full undivided attention that day

he lets himself be selfish a bit, after all he is your boyfriend he can have you all to himself for a day, right?

jealous sex with him? better prepare a wheelchair cause you want be able to walk straight tomorrow

sees a boy trying to flirt with you? tries not to make a scene but absolutely will throw the first punch if he needs to

one day he was having a particularly rough time at practice and all he wanted to do was lose himself in your arms and fall asleep to the feeling your fingertips tangled in his hair

and then he saw this?? guy? (the audacity!) laughing with you after telling some dumb joke and let me tell you - iwaizumi wasn't having any of it

he came up to you from behind, wrapped his arms around your waist and planted a small kiss on the crook of your neck

"when are we going home, love?"

and he gives him the calmest yet most fear inducing stare from behind you

and suddenly the pattern on poor boy's pants starts to look awful lot like piss stain

it is actually kinda hot how one single look from him can cause such a reaction

"he was just asking about english homework babe"

"yeah that's what they all say"

Bokuto Koutarou

gets jealous so so easily

it is actually fascinating

will get mad at otome games

"what does jumin han have that i don't???"

god forbid you pay attention to your pet more than him (btw you have a golden retriever and his name is bean)

you're sitting on the couch cuddling with your dog, scratching his ears, ruffling his fur and all that, and there he is, your clingy boyfriend, snuggling right next to you, demanding you play with his hair too

so dramatic

"you smiled at him... the way you used to smile at me..."

"bokuto, he's a dog"

the only guy he trusts 100% to be around you is akaashi, even kuroo is on thin ice

but him and akaashi are something else, one time you three had a sleepover and you felt like you were the third wheel

will act like a tough serious boyfriend in front of others, especially your other guy friends but in reality will look for affection immediately after

oh while we're at it - jealous bokuto kisses? are the best kisses

will also force you to wear one of his shirts for the rest of the day

my poor man is so touch starved so when he feels insecure or jealous he will look for comfort in things like holding your hand, nuzzling your neck or giving forehead kisses

but later that day, when you two are sitting on the couch cuddling he will quietly ask you something along the lines of "you still think i'm pretty, right?"

you can feel him all over you - his hands are creeping down your waist, he's pulling you in, deepening the kiss until all you can see, think and feel is him

he wants to show you exactly how much he wants you and what you were missing out on while you weren't paying attention to him

and it shocks you for a moment because you didn't realise just how much that one short moment of jealousy actually stayed with him

you have to reassure him he's the most beautiful boy you have ever met, and not only that, but also the funniest and the most caring person as well, and that you would never leave his side no matter what happened

and as much as he loves getting praised he always gets embarrassed, so he just smiles in return, but he is also happy to know you're there for him and you don't think he is too much

Kenma Kozume

it depends on his mood honestly

sometimes he doesn't mind it even if the other guy is flirting with you and sometimes will get pissy if you smile at the cashier

but when this boy gets really jealous oh my GOD

he is just like bokuto if not worse; he just hides it so well

one time you went grocery shopping with him and spent the entire time texting your friend who had just told you she was visiting your city

and he got so offended

you didn't even notice it until later that day when you came home and he suddenly refused to cuddle with you

silent treatment

lifts his nose and ignores you, only giving you dirty side glances from under the eye

such a massive sense of pride in those 170 cm even oikawa would be impressed

in my country there's a saying "it's in the smallest bottle that the poison lies" and honestly? yeah

at some point you realise why he's acting like that and you start teasing him

"i am not jealous i am just mildly irritated" is the only thing he deems necessary to say before going back to being unnecessarily pissed

he reminds you of an angry cat

it's kind of amusing seeing him like this but you were also getting real tired of his shit

don't even try bribing him (you tried buying him over with a ps5 but he just looked at you unimpressed, disgusted that you think so low of him)

the only thing he will accept is a sincere apology

if it's sincere or not is up to him to decide, obviously

which can lead to quite some bickering

will try to get you to beg but please have dignity, if you do it once he will make you do it every time

yeah generally a lttle shit but his kisses after making up are just as eager as yours so

[libra-kirishima]

Hello! Could I request some GE Saeran NSFW headcanons? (If you're okay with it, I'd also love to see some for Zen, Jumin, Rika and/or Jaehee, but I don't want to be requesting too much!) Thank you if you end up doing this one ❤

Just barely got this out before it was over but happy birthday to Saeran. Thank u for this anon, I love him.

Saeran

It takes him a long time to be comfortable with sex.

Immediately after his good Ending he hates his body, he's scared of hurting you, he's scared of pushing you away, he's afraid to be touched, and he doesn't really know what to do.

Two weeks in at the beginning of his AE, you can see him gradually becoming more comfortable with the idea

But you'll be taking the lead and providing encouragement for a long time before he feels confident enough to take the reigns himself.

He's so soft. Always so loving.

He likes to keep his hands on you.

Holds your hand during sex 🥺

He gradually becomes more open to experimentation but doesn't ever want to hurt you again.

Will let you blindfold him and tie him up occasionally but he likes to be able to see you.

After his good ending he doesn't like the idea of restricting you at all so he's probably not open to doing the same to you.

Loves to be bit. Please bite him. He can't get enough of it.

Enjoys coming home to you after a rough day of work and absorbing himself into you completely.

Zen

Canonically loves sex

And he's good at it

Guaranteed to be the best partner you've ever had

Because he uses it as an opportunity to worship you

Can and will eat you out for hours

Big fan of overstimulating you as well

Wants to tie your hands up while he does it, too. Please let him live out his sensory deprivation fantasies on you.

He has an insane sex drive. Can go multiple times a day every day if you let him.

Also scared of hurting you at first but you don't exactly have to beg him if you want him to be rougher with you.

Only thing off the table for him is degradation. It's not his speed.

Jumin

He isn't horny all the time like Zen is but he also would spend the rest of his life in bed with you if he could

Despite being again premarital cohabitation, Jumin is absolutely not against premarital sex.

Though when you finally become his wife his sex drive and his desire for you both increase tenfold

His prescious wife

Would never say it out loud but he feels most at home between your thighs

It's no secret that Jumin likes it rough

And he'll try anything at least once

Absolutely refuses to sub. Will not even consider it.

He is the top all of the time. No exceptions.

Your sex life is a very typical D/S dynamic

His good ending makes him realize that he doesn't actually want to control you completely, but he does have rules he sets with you before hand and you know if you break those rules there are consequences

And he's certainly not afraid to punish you for being bratty

Even though he really likes it when you are

Punishments aren't anything extreme

Spanking, orgasm denial, gagging, stricter rules, etc.

Would never do anything you didn't like and fully consent to, and because of that he trusts you completely

Jaehee

Absolutely will not top

She has too much on her mind. She's so stressed out all the time. She needs it.

It also takes her a long time to be comfortable with sex, but it's because she didn't realize she was a lesbian until she fell in love with you and she feels a little out of her element at first.

Not really a fetishist and not into anything rough

She likes it when you pull her hair while you're making out but she can't do anything further.

Honestly just wants to be babied, but she doesn't want to explicitly tell you that.

Likes the soft shit. Compliments, sweet nothings, gentile kisses, holding hands

Rika

I have a lot of thoughts but I'll try to keep this short so I don't write a novel about rika

If we're going off of V's BE1

She tries so hard to keep things equal between you because she sees you as her other half

But she hates when she's not the top

Because she likes to be in charge, she prefers when you do things on her schedule

When Rika is in the mood you're not going anywhere

She absolutely adores you and if you allow her she will show you during sex

You're the only person who sees her for who she really is and because of this she's always so intimate with you

Even when she's being rough it's always very intimate

Loves to mark you. She's very possessive. Very territorial. She wants everyone to see the bruises on your body and know that you're hers.

Loves to hurt you but always makes sure she makes up for it afterwards.

Queen of aftercare!!

[otomeamethyst]

could you maybe write some short headcanons about the rfas kinks?

I can! And I will, sorry it’s been so long! I’m getting to requests now <33

Im going to add abit more, basically their kinks and how they act in bed!

RFA + saeran, how they act in bed/kinks!

Saeyoung Choi (707)

Kinks first:

He is for sure a masochist, it is confirmed he is a sadist but the switch he is I’m sure he goes both ways. Would love to see you underneath him, shaking in pleasure, tears stained across your cheeks as you chant moans. Probably would enjoy some pain play.

His hands would almost always be gripping at your skin, wether it be your throat, your waist or your thighs, prepare to have hand marks the next day.

Probably has a sir, maybe daddy kink, likes to be in control and these reassure him. Although would not mind switching roles and calling you whatever you want ;)

Brat taming, punishing, ect. LOVES IT, although will act like he hates it. He would put on a tough face before giving in to you

Edging, toys, all of that jazz.

Secret mommy kink- as I said, he wouldn’t mind calling you whatever heh. I mean come on, he would totally be submissive at times, a whiny mess for you, especially if you let him call you mommy.

How he is in bed:

Total switch, dominant most of the time but can sometimes be a sub, in rare situations as I’ve said. He would most likely act submissive when tired.

He likes it rough but also loving, so he loves basically fucking your brains out and then giving you some form of aftercare (hands you a packet of honey buddah chips and kisses you). If you go multiple rounds, he will ask for your consent after every round.

His limit is probably 3 rounds, but could push to 5 just make sure your ready for him to pass tf out and sleep for hours after

Hyun ryu (Zen)

Kinks

He would be a pretty vanilla guy, but in his spare time would try anything you like (within means of course)

Hair pulling!!! Please pull his hair, he would love it, would totally make him ravish you

Praise, please boost his ego omg. This would go both ways, he would praise you the whole time, an overwhelming amount, chanting how beautiful you are.

Slight exhibitionist okay? Just after a scene, in his changing room? Yes please, his hand would be covering your mouth as he ruined you from behind.

How he is in bed:

He has stamina okay? Could go like 7 rounds easily, he’s also experienced, he knows how to pleasure a woman.

He can differ from literally the roughest of sex in the universe, to slow and sensual very fast, all depending on what you want.

Would be slightly nervous and ask if your sure multiple times. Also very caring during aftercare <3

Jumin han

Kinks:

Daddy kink. Sorry. I said it, no questions about it, have you seen this guy? He’s not even my favourite and I would call him daddy.

Probably a degrading kink, would say some horrendously dirty shit in bed, but would always end it with a praise. It’s confusing like “such a slut, my pretty little slut”

Same as zen, public sex. Doing it in his office is something he fantasises about sorry not sorry

How he is in bed:

Rough. Like I’m talking fucking you into tomorrow from behind while his hands pull at your hair

He isn’t that experienced, most likely was a virgin but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He has no shame and will plainly ask you what you enjoy, Won’t understand why your blushing mc?

Could go many rounds but most likely wouldn’t want too, he kind of cherishes the moment, would not be into quickies unless very pent up.

Also says ‘make love’ instead of sex :)

Yoosung kim

Kinks

I wouldn’t say he has a mommy kink, he isn’t that bad, but would enjoy being dominated, only because he’s shy and clueless tbh. But he would comment under any of your posts “mommy”

Praise. Praise this boy!! He needs it, please! Especially if he’s acting dominant, tell him how good he is at it, will make him go faster for sure

Wouldn’t be into public sex like zen and jumin, more likely he would enjoy trying to do it quietly while he’s playing LOLOL with his friends

How he is in bed:

He may have no experience, but he watches porn okay. He may be flustered but if you give him time he would be daddy material

Switch, one minute would be having you scream his name as he watched you writhe under him, the next he’s whimpering your name as you ride him

Would be terrified of hurting you, make sure you tell him you definitely want too, he will hesitate without a definite yes.

Wouldn’t be into hurting you in anyway like spanking, but on the occasion he may do it if you ask.

Jaehee kang

Omg mommy lol

Bdsm, yup I said it. Not the whole shabam, but she would enjoy either her or you being tied up slightly

Anything oral, she loves it, giving or receiving, please please please

Praise (I swear I’ve given everyone a praise kink) but who doesn’t have one! Praise her while she degraded you and mm, perfect match

Mommy kink. What else did you expect?

How she is in bed:

Zero experience with women, you would have to help her but once she gets the hang of it, boy are you in for a treat.

Mostly a dominant but at first she is a sub, so don’t be surprised if one day she just snaps and takes over you completely

Gentle, but her words are not.

[asterjennifer]

Hi hi!! Can I request a one shot where MC (female) has stressful week and then GE Saeran makes something to relieve her stress... in spicy and lovely way?😳❤ Just.. feel needy for his touch hehe, thank you >___<♡

🎀 Naw, some stress relief thanks to your favorite boy's a beautiful concept (◕ヮ◕)ﾉ 🎀

Bubble Bath

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: GE Saeran x Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: X

Word count: 1509

Author's Note: I want to have a bubble bath with Sae as well.. *pouts*

Summary: Preparation for the next upcoming party's a lot of responsibility, especially for you.

So you're even more touched when your boyfriend helps you by giving you his love.

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Days weren't always that busy to you, more often than enough there were a couple of E-Mail's you answered throughout the day and have some conversations with either Saeyoung or Jumin for the parties that were planned next, all aspects about the theme, the decorations and everything that evolved around the actual donation purpose. But the last half of the month before the party's always a little nightmare to get through.

Not only had you to deal with the last emails and their guests, you're also the one who prepared the whole entire room alongside some help by the RFA, yet it's still much. Keeping track of the food and drinks, making sure all the guests were comfortable and all the drama around it. So for the last couple of days before the party, you spend the days in the hall to get it done perfectly. As you came home that evening, sun already setting behind the horizon, all you wanted was to get some sleep or chill with the one person in your life you adored the most. Saeran.

"I'm back home, honey.."

You sighed after stepping through the door, coming back home. Voice slightly used up due these many conversations you're required to have over the day. No answer reaching your ears as you're used to, which's unsettling considering Saeran's supposed to be home by now for quite some time. Hanging up the jacket and taking off your shoes, you walked into the living room with a confused frown rushing over your face.

"Saeran?"

Again, silence the only sound in the living room. Something in your chest weighed down, maybe he went to sleep earlier after the day he spend with Saeyoung to catch up their lost time. Or he might still be out, even if it's uncharacteristic, there are always exceptions. But then you managed to make out a sound in the bathroom, similar to water splashing. Not sure what to expect, you placed down your backpack and all the stuff like keys or phone onto the table.

You could make out the sound of water behind the door, having you blush a shade of red. Was your boyfriend taking a bath? The imagine immediately popped into your head to have you flustered. After you knocked on the door, the rough tone of Saeran's voice called you in with nothing but calm words. And you did, you opened the door only for a surprised gasp to be torn out of your throat. The sight inside the bathroom's unexpected.

"Welcome home, my angel."

He smiled lovely, not acknowledging the surroundings as it's the most romantic vibe you've ever felt in your life. Saeran sat in the bathtub, bleached hair already wet after going under water once with his cold, bright mint eyes standing out against the warm, yellow light of the many candles. There were flowers you didn't knew the name of standing in small vases around the entire room, your lover then pushed the on button on the small music box you gifted him for his birthday when working in the garden.

A sweet song playing, happy beat with slow words. You could only stare with an open mouth as he chuckled by the way you're acting. Saeran seemed overly relaxed, the water's still steamy which let you know it couldn't be long since he sat down. Maybe he waited to hear the door open? As you shook your head at the scene he prepared, he closed his eyes with a warm facial expression.

"I know you had a rough week, my love. So I wanted to take a bath with you. Would you like to join me?"

He held out his hand to you, only then you fell out of the shock and closed the bathroom door to keep the heat inside. A slight shade of red ran over your face by his effort just to help you relax, you really loved this man with all your heart. As you took his hand, you leaned down to give him a kiss on the temple. The way he giggled, sounding like a young boy being praised for something, it made your heart bleed.

"You're too perfect for your own good, dear."

The compliment made him avoid eye contact in a shy manner, like you just started dating. Saeran watched with adoration as you pulled off your socks, it's a bit nerve-wracking to have him see you undress, you're praying some day you would stop feeling embarrassed about it.

"I just love you."

You gave him knowing eyes as he stared back with his tongue between his teeth, you then pulled off the shirt and everything else that would get in the way when bathing. After testing the water with your toe, feeling it's the righ temperature, you slowly sat down across from the man with minty eyes. A relieved sigh fell from your lips, you didn't think your muscles had been that tense, know you knew better. A moment just to appreciate being home and done for the day.

Saeran took some of the soap which he generously used to fill the bathtub to blow it into your direction, which managed to get in contact with your face as you hadn't been prepared at all, it tore a squeak out of you. As he started to giggle, you narrowed your eyes with a grin and doing the same to his face. Saeran faked a whining when the soap stayed stuck on his nose, rubbing it off as it's ticklish. Both go you chuckled amused.

After you leaned back and closed your eyes to take a moment and breath through, you felt the body of yours giving in to the fatigue. The week really had drained you, now it's all coming back as you tried to push it away over daytime in order to stay functional. Saeran stared at your face a moment longer before touching your leg underwater. As you opened your eyes, he already gave you a look filled with sympathy for your state.

"Here, come into my arms. Okay?"

He opened them as invention, which you accepted either way. The water almost swapped over the edge of the bathtub, but soon you sat with your back against his chest. Feeling his body on yours, the smell of fresh flowers paired with the calm light of the candles managed to make you melt like ice under the sunlight. There's nothing else in life you needed. Just him. That's all.

You flinched by reflex as his hands took hold of your shoulders, careful to not accidentally hurt you when trying to get the tension under your flesh to relax by massaging it. You huffed, closing your eyes again to focus on the touch of your lover, the atmosphere and his hands taking care of your body with thoughtful movements.

"Saeran, my dear.."

"Hm?"

He hummed in respond, making you smile again by how adorable he was. How did you deserve someone as good as Saeran? You're so glad the past now was nothing more than memories and only comfortable, warm ones would greet you in the future when staying together. You suppressed a hiss as he found a particular hard spot, he noticed regardless, using less pressure to make it bearable.

"You're probably twice as tense.. But you're the one taking care of me. That's not right."

Couldn't help but feel guilty for him to massage you even though he'd been the one always busy and under stress. Even these days, where the tendency to overwork himself due to old habits followed him like a disease. Saeran stopped his doing for a moment to rub his hands over your arms and give you a little kiss on the crook of your neck. He loved the giggle you always gave when he kissed you there. It's his favorite spot to leave marks.

"You're the one who released me from stress, remember? Now it's my turn. No arguing. Just relaxing."

How could you start a fight over it when he's being so stubborn? Every time Saeran put his mind to something, you can bet he's gonna make it happen and have it go the way he wanted. An aspect of your lover you adored a lot. As you nodded in order to show you wouldn't disagree, Saeran hummed satisfied before going back to work. It's sometimes painful when the tension's bad, but more often than not it's really just a blessing to feel your muscles finding peace.

"I love you Saeran. I really do.. Don't forget."

You blushed a sweet shade of pink as he put both arms around you to get your body closer, a hug so tight you couldn't feel safer in your entire life. Both of you listened to the music playing in the background for a moment with the candle light flickering around the room. Making you both even more tired, ready to just crawl into bed and cuddle. Saeran's heart jumped by the words.

"I love you more, my angel. Don't forget either."

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If Seven has a particularly rough day, whether it be his agency work or intrusive thoughts about his twisted family, Jumin is there to comfort him. When all of Saeyoung's demons come out to antagonize him into a sleepless night, Jumin scoops him into his arms as he tucks the comforter around them both. His hand gently caresses vermillion hair because he knows Saeyoung falls asleep to firm touches; it's the hacker's confirmation of a safe environment. Despite his frigid exterior, Jumin blood still boils when he thinks about what Saeyoung has been through. He holds the young man closer to his chest to make up for the love and warmth he never had. Even when Saeyoung's eyes close and his breath evens out, there will be creases in his forehead and a tense frown. Jumin knows just what will help as he begins to softly sing. It only takes a few minutes for his soothing voice to erase the stress from Saeyoung's face. And if it is a particular song Seven likes, and Jumin squints hard enough through the dark, he can just make out a small smile on his boyfriend's face.

Below is a higher quality video. Every free gif maker I use likes to butcher the quality :/

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TW: Panic Attack

"My love, are you alright?"

You weren't able to respond to him. Your voice wasn't something you wanted to contend with, not when your mind was whirling with thoughts. You just stared blankly ahead of yourself at the wall. If you moved, it would break the illusion that you had and you would break down.

If you tried to speak, you knew that it would cause your chest to cave in and everything would follow it.

The feeling that the walls were closing in and the world was going to fall on top of you would sink in like the heavy summer rainstorms of your childhood. You didn't want to break down in front of Saeran.

Saeran had the weight of the world actually on top of him. You didn't have that problem. All of the problems you had were wounds of the past that shouldn't have scared you and yet here you were, on the cusp of breaking down because one memory flooded to the forefront of your mind like clockwork.

Nails dug into your knees as you quietly rocked back and forth. Control, you thought. There was a need to control and suppress the panic. It was bleeding out by the minute. The only reason you knew Saeran was there was because he came to the bedtime after ending a phone call with Jumin and Jaehee.

He was trying to secure another line to see where Saeyoung could be. He was the one who could've had a panic attack and had an excuse for it. You'd no reason, you thought over and over. You had no reason ti be panicking and now you were going to worry him. The last thing he needed was to be worried tenfold.

If you worried him, he was going to focus on you.

If he focused on you, then he wasn't going to be able Saeyoung.

If he wasn't focused on his twin, then Saeyoung was going to get hurt since he wasn't any closer to be rescued.

If he got hurt, then Saeran wasn't going to be able to heal properly because he would blame himself for not being able to save him.

Your mind was a s huge wirling pit of thoughts that seemingly did not stop. It seemed like every outcome led into a worse outcome. You could not see anything that ended well. All you could see were things that would get worse and worse if you got in the way.

Too much, too much, too much, too much.

You didn't want to get in the way here. You just wanted to be supportive and be there for him. You didn't want your problems to get in the way of everything. You had been trying to keep all of yourself together throughout all of this for the sake of everyone around you and it was just too much.

Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop.

If you could just keep yourself together for a little longer. If you could just keep going and going for a little longer. There would be a time for you to worry about yourself later. There would always be time for it but right now it just wasn't a good time.

So why couldn't you stop this feeling?

You felt hands press against you as the unease pooled closer and closer to the top of your chest again.

Jolting upright, you stared into a very familiar pair of light eyes that looked filled with concern. Saeran opened his mouth to say something but he hesitated. You couldn't feel anything except the dread, but his warm hands felt soft against yours. Something about it felt familiar to you for some reason.

"Breathe," he advised you.

You still felt clammy but your lungs agreed with his request. You drew in a breath. It was clumsy and you gasped, choking it down for what must have been the first time in minutes. Saeran took the time to guide you through your breaths, very methodically counting for you as you tried to get it under control.

You could breathe but it still felt so bad.

That was when the tears decided to ring their ugly head. You knew it was coming but you had no power to stop it. It was an ugly mess as you choked out a sob, feeling your body trembling and shaking for the first time in what felt like to be hours.

You shook your head, "Can't... can't... can't. I can't, Saeran."

"It's okay, my love," his voice was so soft as he unwrapped your fingers from your legs. He did not comment on how you had been clawing at the seams of your bottoms. He drew you into his arms and you just broke down and sobbed. You couldn't explain it, you couldn't tell him, but he was there for you.

You always had to be strong. You always had to be the bigger person. But it was so hard. It was so hard and you were so tired of the suffocating feeling. You felt like you should've been grateful for what you had and where you were, but at the moment, all you could think of was the shame of breaking down when everyone else had it worse than you.

What right did you have?

"You don't have to talk about it. I don't know what has upset you but I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to leave you when you feel like this. If the best thing that I can do for you right now this hold you while you cry, I'm going to stay here as long as you need," he murmured.

Did you deserve that?

"You don't have to stay," you whimpered. Your hands clutched to the back of his shirt. At the same time, you felt peace with him so close but you didn't want to be selfish. "You're working so hard. I know what it means to you, Saeran. You're so close to finding him. I know you need all the time you can get. I'll figure something out. I'll be okay. I'll be fine."

"I don't want to get in the way. It's nothing. It's not a problem. You don't have to worry. I just need to cry it all out and then I'll be okay in the morning. You should go ahead and get some rest for the night. I'm okay. I promise."

It was at that moment why it struck you as familiar.

Ray had tried to do the same thing to you once before. He had tried to deflect everything because he felt like he didn't deserve to be cared about. It was why you had been able to comfort him in the first place. You knew what he was feeling personally and that's why it was so easy for you to handle it.

It wasn't the same thing when it came to yourself. It was easier when it was other people that needed help. It was never easy when it was yourself. It did always feel like everyone else's problems mattered so much more than yours.

"My love," his voice was much more firm this time. You didn't lose your grip on him but you did feel the way his thumb began to draw circles on your back. "Please don't think that my priority is only on my brother. I know in my heart that he is alive. I am sorry that I did not realize that it was so overwhelming for you as well."

"I I know that you have always been my rock. You have always been my guiding light. You're the reason that I have been able to survive all of this and not have a breakdown. I have been so caught up in our happiness and being free that I'm afraid that I did not notice how rough it has become for you."

"You don't need to hold back on my account. Please, don't pretend everything is okay when you want to cry. Tell me that you need me. Let me be the shoulder that you can cry on. Let me be that person for you that you were for me. My love, if you need to cry, cry. If it's not okay, tell me that it isn't. I want us to be honest with each other. You always let me confide in you, I want you to be able to confide in me. It is not a burden to me."

In many ways, you knew that he was right. You knew that he was right. But it didn't take away the shame that you felt in your heart. It was something that you had dealt with since you were very young. It wasn't going to go away in a day. Yet, to hear him confirm that it was okay to cry made you whimper more. When you were growing up, nobody told you that it was okay to cry.

You haven't had anybody back then to tell you that it was okay. You didn't have anybody that wanted to listen. Your voice was always silence and ignored. It was why you tried to be The Guiding Light for people. It was why you always tried to look out for others. Because you had never been looked out for.

In so many ways, your roles had been reversed.

It seemed like he had been able to learn for himself what you had been trying to learn for so very long but had been unable to master. That it was okay to confide and trust other people. So, for what it was worth, you clung to your lover as tightly as you could.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"My love, you have nothing to be sorry for. You're always caring for everyone. Let me take care of you now. I promise to protect your heart as you have cared for mine. Just let it all out... cry as you need. I'm staying."

And you wept as Saeran kept his promise.

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Jumin x MC - Pet Play.

Pairing: Jumin x MC (F).

Fandom: Mystic Messenger.

Prompt: Sensory Deprivation || Pet Play || Licking

Warning: Dark domination, Twisted themes, Oral (female and male), vaginal sex, forced orgasm, pet play, internal cum-shot, daddy kink, possessive Jumin. 

Extreme twisted and dark theme’s, please do not read if uncomfortable.

Day three of Kinktober, including prompts from @xxsycamore

Thank you to the amazing, @truth-be-told-im-lying, @hifftn and _Quiche_ for beta-ing for me 💛

Elizabeth. It was a name she loved as a child, making her feel regal and holding a high standard of elegance. As an adult it was a name she came to despise.

“My naughty Elizabeth, trying to run away again! I won’t be so kind to you this time, you’ve upset me for the last time” Since that day her life has been a living nightmare, entrapped in the penthouse of the man she once loved. Her life, her freedom, her everything now stripped away. Her only purpose was to serve. But not as a worker or an employee, but as Jumin’s new beloved pet, Elizabeth. 

She spun around once more in the mirror, ensuring her outfit was perfect: a white lace bralette with matching crotchless panties, knee high white stockings, a lace trimmed collar with a bell and white ears intertwined in her hair. If she wasn’t his perfect little kitty, there would be hell to pay.

Jumin controlled everything. Ever since Elizabeth the third had run away he refused to let anything he loved slip away again, turning his lover into his pet. He morphed her into a real life fantasy, even turning her brunette hair, white to keep the memory of his once favorite girl alive. She was his Elizabeth, one that would never see the chance to leave him, he simply wouldn’t allow it and would do anything and everything in his power to stop her from leaving. Even if it meant tying her to the bed for days on end, chaining her ankles to the floor, hiring 24/7 security to patrol the outside of the penthouse, removing pesky ‘friends’ from the RFA who tried to steal her away. Jumin has the power to control it all and that is simply what he does.

The red talons of her nails brushed over Jumin’s latest obsession, a butt plug with a furry white tail attached to the end that came down to her knees. He was kind enough to only demand she wear it when he came home from work and a few hours around the house, especially when he was about to have his way with her. It was hard to put it in herself, but after he demanded she learned so she could do it whilst getting ready, allowing him to come to his “perfect pussy”. It was especially hard with the nails she had on, long deep red acrylics which he made her get every two weeks – the only interaction she has ever had with anyone other than Jumin – although she was tied to the chair whilst two women worked on her hands and there were no conversations or eye contact between them as they did their jobs, and left after being paid a hefty amount of hush money to bid their silence. 

She stared at herself in the mirror, not even recognising the reflection in it. Her normal hazel eyes now aqua blue from the contacts, a perfect real life representation of the long-gone cat. The red lipstick staining her lips, a personal favourite touch of Jumin’s, infatuated to see his body covered in her rouge marks. She was a pet Jumin would be able to control forever.

“Oh Elizabeth,” he called out followed by the shutting of a door, Jumin back home already from the few hours he now spent at the office. “Oh, there you are my pretty girl,” he hummed with an outstretched hand as she made her way quickly into the living room. Pathetically she rubbed her hand against his palm, an action she knew he loved. He grinned in approval to see her so submissive, giving her a kiss on the cheek before stepping back to admire her. “My beautiful girl, you.” 

“Now,” the sound of his belt un-clinking as she watched him undo it, leather being pulled from looping holes, “Daddy’s had a rough day, make it better for me, pet.” Without a word she dropped to her knees, unfazed to see his cock already hard as he freed it from his trousers, throbbing in his hand as cum, gleaming white already ran down it. He’d been thinking about this moment since he woke up. 

Wrapping a hand around his base, she leaned forward to dart her tongue out, kitten licking the head like one would do with a bowl of milk. A groan of approval was met from Jumin, dark eyes fixed on her every moment. Slowly parting her lips, he guided his head into her mouth before thrusting, too impatient to wait, desperate to feel her lips around him. The stretch around him still makes her gag, a man with a dark secret and an eye-watering size cock to match. 

“Oh god, Elizabeth,” his hands fisted roughly into her hair, jerking his hips forward as he pushed more of him into her mouth. The blue of her eyes glossed over with tears as she peered up beneath her thick lashes to catch his eye, lips puckered out as he watched more of his cock disappear into her mouth. “I go crazy when you do this, and you know that…” He groaned as if she was in control of the situation. 

Saliva pooled at the corner of her mouth, every few thrusts out, it would follow along his meaty thickness and drool down her chin, leaving her chin slicked by the time he began to throb in her mouth. “Good girl, Elizabeth,” he repeated over and over, clutching her hair tighter as he threw his head back. She exhaled through her nose as he pushed her head down until his whole cock was buried into her mouth, lips pressed tightly against his base as she gagged repeatedly. Airway constricted from his movement; regardless of how often he made her deep throat him, the sheer size of his makes her throat constrict and leaves her slightly headed. A weak hum of urgency came out from her as Jumin kept her head in place, shallowly thrusting in a fast pace. Until finally he pulled away, leaving her gasping as a thick trail of saliva from her lips and his head broke apart. Spit mixed with slight pre-release dribbled down her mouth and onto her breasts which heaved up and down, a dark flush of pink upon her skin making the innocence of the white lace stand out more. 

“Such a good girl,” Jumin praised. “Keep being a good kitty like that, Miss Elizabeth, and Daddy will make you purr loudly, I promise,”. A twisted smile fell on his face to see her not resisting him, no energy left to push his buttons as Jumin would always win. There was no use in fighting it and if she just does as he says the reward would be worth it all. She knows that much already.

“We should take this to the bed but… I want to stay right here,” Jumin said, undoing his black tie, throwing his jacket and pin-striped shirt to the floor, leaving him fully exposed to her. He held out a hand to help her off her knees, instantly pulling her into his embrace as he kissed her softly. Jumin was always gentle with her regardless of the situation, he wanted to love her, to bring her the highest of pleasure. Hurting her was never his intention. “You even managed to do this all by yourself,” he whispered into the shell of her ear, licking it as his hands travelled down to the globe of her ass, cupping it and spreading her cheeks slightly to reference the tail-plug within. “What a good little kitten I have, I think you deserve a reward.”

“Jumin…” She pressed her hands to his chest but he cut her off.

“Shh, my little kitten, just let Daddy pleasure you and then I promise I’ll give you your favourite treat.'' His thumb rubbed around her lips, smudging the red lipstick in a messy manner. 

With that she found herself on the floor, back pressed against the opulent rug threaded from the finest silk of the world, with Jumin’s head buried between her thighs. The underwear and stockings she had worn lay in tatters nearby, Jumin physically ripping them from her body in a much needed attempt to be one with her skin. Bites of red and purple trailed down from her collarbone, a swirling pattern over her breasts and stomach before finally stopping at her sex. She couldn’t stop herself from getting lost in the pleasure, the tickling of his black hair upon her thighs which had hooked over his forearms allowing him to hoist her lower half up closer to his face. Moans and soft whimpers fell from her mouth, growing louder and louder to please him, knowing if she didn’t she’d find her wrists tied to the bed with Jumin edging her until he felt satisfied that she’d learned her lesson.

“Hush now, kitten, Daddy will give you what you need.” His breath warm against her core as he pulled his lips away from it, a thick string of arousal breaking their connection and dripping onto the floor. Two fingers entered her sex whilst his tongue stroked an ‘x’ over her clit in a rapid manner. And just like that-

-“Jumin!” Fingers grasping and tugging onto his hair, her back arched off the rug in an erotic display as she came. His movements never ceasing, he pulled his fingers out to replace them with his tongue, thrusting his hips into the air every time he felt her pulse through his muscle, tongue swirling and licking the inside of her trembling walls until she whimpered with over-stimulation. 

Her rouge lipstick smeared around her mouth and across Jumin’s as he forced his tongue into her mouth while he pressed himself on top of her, letting her taste herself upon him. A ‘good girl,’ Jumin praised her when he finally pulled himself  from her as she automatically turned around onto her stomach, raising her hips and pushing her knees up, keeping her chest pressed flat to the rug. 

“My perfect girl, my beautiful, beautiful girl,” he cooed softly, his words full of his love as he knelt behind her, the flat of his palm tracing up her back and over her ass, giving it a playful pat. He loved her ass, he loved watching his cock disappear into her folds as he took her from behind, the ripple of it as his hips slammed against it. 

“My tight, wet little pussy.” His hand dipped below and gave her sex a little slap causing her to hiss, a dark chuckle came from Jumin as he used his other hand to stroke himself to the sight. He pressed the head of his cock against her ass, leaving a glistening streak upon the round on her skin. 

“And it’s only for me.” 

He positioned himself, gripped her waist and slowly sank into her. Letting the thickness of him stretch her walls, slowly letting his cock drag against the tightness of her as he pushed in further. A raspy, “Oh Elizabeth…” spewed from his mouth and heat filled her as he spilled inside her; slowly pulling his cock back to the head before thrusting it all back in. This often happened, Jumin finding a release within seconds of entering her, his effort to fill her with as much as he could. Jumin wasn’t ready for ‘baby kittens’ or ‘a litter’ as he often said, ensuring his ‘lover’ was on birth-control so he could fill her over and over again without the result of a child. He wasn’t ready to share his Elizabeth, not even with his own kin.

Even after he came, he was still solid – a curse and a blessing for the young girl. Jumin wouldn’t stop until she came at least four times, but he could go for a few good-long rounds, meaning sex often lasted for hours until Jumin was sure he’d gotten his fill of her.

He pulled her hips back to meet his thrusts as he eased his way into a steady rhythm, the sound of skin slapping being drowned by the couple’s moans. Jumin’s were louder than hers. 

“Louder, Elizabeth, let me hear you.” Jumin gave her a particular harsh thrust, one that made the bell on her collar jingle causing a groan from behind her. His fingertips sunk into her waist as he pistoned into her, eyes focusing on the clapping of his hips upon her ass. Her fingers grasped at the material beneath her, back arching to the point her breasts were forcefully pressed against the floor unable to hold back the pleasurable cries that left her. Whether she loved or hated Jumin, he knew her body perfectly and would bring her to a high no one else would ever be able to. With a desperate cry of his name she came, Jumin stuttering with his pace as she tightened over him, pulsing, fluttering walls upon his length. 

It wasn’t known how long they were there in that position. By now her thighs ached and trembled, her core was stretched to the point it had a pleasant burn everytime he thrusted into her and her knees were threatening to bruise with carpet burns. She’d lost count of how many times she came, arousal and essense of both of them had squirted over his balls and dripped down her thighs onto a puddle now staining the rug. Jumin was reaching his limit and she could tell, his pace had slowed down and ragged breaths filled the room. But he was determined to push her over the edge one final time.

Leaning over her, his hand pushed the base of her neck to the floor as his other hand gripped the tail of her butt-plug, a soft hiss fell from her at the movement. He wrapped the fur around his hand as his pace became punishing once more, snapping to the point her body jolted forward but the hand on her neck kept her still. She cursed loudly, voice breaking in silent cries as tears finally spilled down her cheeks, past the point of screaming as one final wave of pleasure hit her like a brick wall. Her walls clenched so tightly around him,  Jumin stilled with a heavy growl of “Elizabeth, Elizabeth… Ngh! Elizabeth!” as he came, shooting thick white ropes inside her. 

She tried to collapse on the spot but Jumin’s grip now moved to her waist, keeping her still as he pulled out, groaning one final time to peer between her legs and watch the heavy flow of mixed essence drip out of her in thick rivets. 

“I love you so much.” His sweating forehead pressed to her lower back as he breathed heavily and tried to steady his racing heart. Moments like this were those she remembered the most, a sense of almost normality with Jumin, like who they used to be before.

And then, just in the second of a breath, a blink of an eye or a beat of a heart, it would be ruined. 

“Here, Miss Elizabeth.” Two fingers entered her over-sensitive core, collecting as much release on his fingers and turning her to face him, having her kneel on her knees as he offered his fingers. “Have your milk.”  He watched her slowly lap the sticky coating off his fingers before sucking them clean, a warped smile on his face.

And in some sick, twisted, perverted way this was how he expressed his love for her. Sinking his claws in deeper and deeper as she was fully submissive to him. Whilst Elizabeth would never return, Jumin had a new favourite pet to take her place.

Kinktober masterlist here.

[uwumessenger]

random headcanons i have for each om! character teehee

hi it's been a while since ive posted some hcs bc uni has been kicking my a$$! luckily i only have a few papers to tidy up and im done. here r some hcs for each obey me character that ive accumulated over the past few months wink wonk

most are random but some constants you'll find are what i think they smell like, languages they can speak (other than their native (demon/angel) and eng/jp), and music tastes !

lucifer

i have a strong feeling that he showers twice a day: in the morning after waking up and at night before going to bed

his cologne is probably the type that will last in an elevator for like a week after he uses it once. i dont think this mf ever smells like anything other than his cologne

has a secret folder on his phone of semi-nudes and other scandalous pics from when he felt sexy at the time omg

aside from demon language/eng/jp he can speak french and knows latin

listens to classical stuff yea but he also listens to diavolos mixtapes (re: diavolo's section)

not a fan of sweets but will eat sweet things when craving

really bland sense of humor...borderline cringey 😭✋🏻

mammon

has gone to google images and searched for "inspirational quotes tumblr" "gold aesthetic tumblr" & "relatable crush post tumblr" then reposts it onto his socials or just taps thru them and giggles bc he relates

his cologne doesnt last as long as lucifers and probably smells common. he has to reapply a lot but it's a people pleasing smell. it's cheaper hence the constant reapplying

he probably does have an expensive bottle but is the type to totally overspray...eek

he is canonically a car guy 🥲 and probably tells the one in his room good morning & good night + kisses the hood every once in a while. has tons of car magazines

he doesnt really speak other languages but has attempted to learn spanish before

listens to whatever is on the radio. doesnt rly stan anyone but he eventually will listen to mc's playlist and mc's playlist ONLY

levi

lurks on mc's socials ALL THE TIMEEEE like he will rewatch ur stories and scroll thru ur feed and overanalyze ur tweets/rts or blog posts. if ur mc isnt the type to use sns much he still googles ur name all the damn time just to find any sites u might be on fjdjdjdjskks

probably streams on whatever youtube or twitch devildom site equivalent there is, but only has like 40 or so followers. which he is okay with!

until he sees someone else who gets more attention than him. then the envy starts kicking in bad. especially if they suck 🧍🏻‍♀️

classic gamer boy smell. you know, sweat, tears, must, and (sometimes) axe deodorant. lucifer has to do a scent check before he goes out to any event & lets him use his cologne. how sweet!

kpop stan!! more girl groups than anything and his ults are probably GIRLS GENERATION, wonder girls, twice, loona, & red velvet

cried when ioi disbanded and refused to leave his room. the only thing u could hear was downpour on loop at full blast

can also speak korean & communicate in echolocation like dolphins 😏

satan

listens to country music you cant change my mind

smells like whatever environment he is in. he doesnt really have a designated smell just throws some deodorant on and goes about his day.

he's sooooo bad at driving...gets road rage way too often so his license has been REVOKED

but hes totally a backseat driver. needs to be sedated on long trips

do not let him watch finding nemo when luke asks to watch it. it's not worth it. he will cause mass destruction.

if he was a human or lived long term in the human world he totally has the ability to be a doctor

is studying as many languages as possible, but he mostly knows latin & french & german etc etc. wants to learn all the dead languages out of curiousity

asmo

dont think this mf has ever held down a relationship. ever

he doesnt compromise much & is not willing to change his lifestyle to fit an s/o into it. you keep up with how he lives or it just isnt meant to be (but dont worry! he'll eventually learn...maybe,,,,)

has the hardest time out of everyone when it comes to breaking bad habits

his smell varies bc he uses a variety of perfumes (whatever is the most popular at the time) but he probably sticks to floral and fresh scents. he never uses generic people pleaser scents like mammon

listens to electropop, mainstream pop, & some alternative rock

as for languages he too knows french, spanish, italian, etc. in general, if it's a romance language he knows it!

opposite of lucifer in the sense where he loves sweets and will refrain from eating too many bitter things

i think we all know that asmo is the biggest rockstar of the group! he's probably been in a boy band at least once, but now he makes his own music

has tried to teach mammon how to sing once. ended up in a broken piano and bleeding ears...

beel

i feel like he is SO SHY

like unless ur close to him he will not start conversations or anything

i think he listens to r&b a lot ! and jazz 😎 maybe rock as well

smells like ur typical athlete with undertones of wet wipes. he carries them around bc he likes to clean his hands before he eats & is prepared for when theres no sink nearby

he can drive and he drives really well. no rough turns, parallel parks perfectly, and never has problems with merging

driving with beel is probably really soothing. left hand is steering the other is gripping ur thigh 😫

dont think hes really fluent in any other language but hes probably semi fluent in korean because levi wanted beel to help him out

definitely know how to order food in practically every language tho HAHAHA

belphie

he reminds me of randall from monsters inc

smells kinda musty IM SORRY but not the way levi does hes more like the kind of musty u feel or smell when it's a shitty morning

but that's only because hes so lazy, when he cleans up hes like satan

has definitely murdered multiple people before. mc is not the first 😐✋🏻

with that being said belphie has been put into prison at least twice when visiting the human world, the mf had such a strong hatred for humans theres no way he never got into trouble before

lucifer probably broke him out and they used the pen thingies from men in black to erase everyones memory of that 🙄

dont think he listens to anything other than music that'll put him to sleep. really likes lazy song by bruno mars but thinks that bruno mars put too much effort into the song. should have been one acapella verse and then finish

similar to beel hes only semi fluent in one language, probably french bc of lucifer. doesnt remember much but knows a couple of lullabies and bedtime stories

the sandman used to be his bff until they drifted. they do, however, like and comment on each other's sns posts.

diavolo

once he found out who nicki minaj was he became her #1 stan

def an ariana grande stan too 😌

choreographs dances when hes stressed...idk just seems like a diavolo thing to do

also makes rly bad soundcloud rap music sometimes. turns to poetry when hes feeling emo but only lucifer knows this. barbatos is suspicious of him but doesnt have enough evidence to confirm.

his dad is like hudson abadeer from adventure time aka marceline's dad? something must have influenced him to want to unite the 3 realms + he would need the approval to do so, so his dad must be more chill than all the others before him 🧍🏻‍♀️ IDK ok anyway

currently going through his hamilton phase bc of mc. whether mc's intent was to get him hooked onto it or just to explain it bc of something he saw online, he tells everyone that he found out abt it bc of mc!

this man cannot drive his skills are only second to jumin han

not too fond of many languages but knows the widely spoken ones like spanish, mandarin, etc. if it's taught in high school he knows it

smells like a las vegas casino. not sure why but i feel like he does. but there's also an interesting & nice smell to him if he embraces you. it's a smell you cant quite identify. but it smells nostalgic, it's mysterious, and it's tempting.

barbatos

very calm demeanor but underneath hes WILD hes probably done everything at least once oof

he just has a lot of control and stability over himself (must be nice!)

on a more angsty note i feel like he might have had his heartbroken sO BAD IDK he is hurting and maybe that's why hes so willing to obey diavolo and not abuse his time lord power thingies bc he learned his lesson the hard way

mans is so smart he knows every language you could switch languages mid conversation with him and he wouldnt be thrown off. he'd probably start speaking it too.

BUT HE SPEAKS VIET P E R F E C T L Y

listens to the same stuff as lucifer but also likes eminem. likes the movie 8 mile but criticized it heavily

have you ever been to a chinese herb shop? naturally, he smells like that. his room probably smells like it too. he doesnt really have a significant smell like some of the others

when he bakes he smells like whatever hes baking tho

one of the few out of everyone listed to have been able to travel to literally everywhere

solomon

was probably on kitchen nightmares once, but only to get feedback from chef gordon ramsay. then he used his magic to prevent the episode from airing...

was in an orchestra, one of the best times of his life. played the violin. asmo watched him in the audience once, but didnt approach him until well after that performance.

he CANNOT sing. he can, however, rap.

doesnt listen to music. he listens to podcasts! but every now and then he turns on background music, but prefers it to be instrumental stuff

never wears sunglasses. also does not have a driver's license. cannot drive a regular car. could maybe fly an airplane.

due to his immortality he has learned almost every language to exist, but finds himself speaking mandarin the most. knows most dialects too

similar smell to barbatos but u can also smell some sunscreen on him too. like, generic beach day suncreen

he has a lot of pact marks, so he once had the idea to match foundation to his skin. it took him two weeks but he eventually perfected a combination. yes he will help u find ur perfect shade if u ask him to

simeon

another country music man. has also made a tiktok or two to that one song that goes "he cant even bait a hook." they are private tho

angel country music exists and simeon invented it

if he visits the human world and wears more causal clothing he probably tucks his shirt into his pants

wears a speedo at the beach i tell u, speedo at the beach

he can speak german...i can feel it

uses his pointer finger to type and holds the phone like 2 inches away from his face so sometimes his nose will push a key hence all his typos

has no signature smell. he simply smells like your favorite scent all the time. if multiple people are around him at once, everyone smells a different smell. it's pretty rad

"what does he smell like to himself?" u may be asking. hmm...a church? 💀

luke

his first pet was a goldfish and a few months before the exchange program happened, he was given a koi pond!

secretly likes hanging out with levi sometimes just to play with henry. makes him miss his pet fish back home

so his favorite movie is probably finding nemo and he threw a fit when nemo touched the butt

luke is probably learning german bc of simeon, though he'd like to learn more of the dead languages just for fun

i dont think he listens to music often or has any preferences, he just listens to whatever is playing on the radio

but he finds himself listening to the music mc listens to

smells like freshly baked goods all the time. or fresh laundry. but like, not combined. just depends on the day

[cafedanslanuit]

pairing: jumin x mc

tags/warnings: canon divergence from episode three of the jumin bad ending dlc, mentions of parental abuse, fix-it fic, happy ending, fluff.

summary: your late night conversation with jumin takes another turn into a much better scenario.

words: 1.9k

"When I was young, I had no idea such sweetness could exist. That love could be so heart-warming and good.”

Jumin’s eyes are tired and I feel a pang of guilt for waking him up. There’s a raw vulnerability in his eyes I haven’t seen since we lived at the penthouse and I’m scared the tiniest move or word from my part could shatter him in pieces. His hand is resting on my waist and I feel his muscles tighten in yearning as he speaks, almost as if he’s scared I’ll disappear.

“You said you had bad memories around your basement. Can you tell me about them?”

“I don’t know how that would help,” Jumin answers, his mouth forming a thin line. I push his dark hair away from his forehead softly and give him a small smile.

“How about we try?” I offer.

Jumin shifts on the bed a little closer to me. He rubs his eyes and then sets his hand back on my waist, his thumb sliding under the fabric of my pajamas and drawing idle circles on my skin.

"My mother would lock me up in the basement when I was a child,” he starts, his gaze unfocused. “Once I was locked up for seventeen hours and fourteen minutes. I managed to find a way out eventually.

My expression falls at his words, my chest clenching at his remembrance. I immediately flush my body against his, his arms holding him tightly. I feel his muscles tensing for a couple of seconds before melting under my touch. Jumin buries his head on the crook of my neck and lets out a long sigh, so long it makes me feel he had been holding it for longer than I could imagine.

It all starts falling into place. The subtle jokes about keeping me inside a cage to protect me from harm and the way he had done the same to Elizabeth the 3rd before she escaped. I had always thought Jumin’s desire for control was rooted deep inside his need to be on hold of things. I knew he had been handled several responsibilities from a young age and I always guessed that where my need to control his surroundings started but now I knew I was wrong. 

I was so wrong.

I had spent months feeding into his control fantasy, thinking it would ground him enough to find peace within himself and now I feel like a moron for letting it get this far. For thinking he would eventually start letting me go little by little when he felt better about himself. But I had definitely underestimated how much the man in front of me had gone through and how my intentions of helping him were practically useless.

I hold him in silence for a few more moments, my right hand caressing his dark locks while my arm is still around his body protectively. A million questions swim around my mind and I don’t know where to start. So, I decide to follow the line of Jumin’s story.

"Jumin, do you think your mother loved you?"

He lifts his head to meet my eyes. His eyebrows scrunch for a couple of seconds while his holds tightens on me.

"... I have never experienced my mother's love.”

A lump forms in my throat and I carefully cup his cheek with my hand, my thumb stroking his skin softly.

"I know,” I whisper. “But when you were a kid, did you think she did the things she did out of love?"

"I guess? Parents are mandated to take care of their children. So I assume a part of me thought she did it out of maternal love, yes," he reasons, his grey eyes surveying the room as he spoke.

"So, do you think maybe you're keeping me in this mansion because a part of you thinks that it's okay to lock up someone you love?"

Jumin furrows his eyebrows and shifts on the bed uncomfortably. I watch him in silence, almost listening to the gears inside his head turn, hoping my questions would help him ease the mess of threads he had talked me about back in the penthouse.

"Maybe,” he mutters, his fingers drumming against my skin.

“You don’t need to do that. I’m not leaving you, darling. My heart only knows one name and it’s yours. There’s no need to keep me restrained when you already own every part of my soul.”

“You said this was okay,” Jumin counters. “You even chose the heels where I put the tracking device.”

“I did. I…” I sigh. “You were hurting so much, my love. I thought if I complied with your demands you would find peace. I thought if I let you control me you would feel better. But I was wrong and I’m sorry. I see you losing yourself more and more as the days go by and it breaks my heart,” I confess, my thumb grazing the space between his chin and his lower lip. “I fell in love with a noble man who would do anything to protect the people he loves. A honest man, who may come off as blunt, but you know he would never lie to you. A man who is kind and loving.”

Jumin listens to me, his eyes widened. In his pajamas he looks young, a glint of fear in his expression as he tries to sink in my words.

“I don’t know if I can give that love,” he whispers.

“You can,” I assure him.

“How can you know?”

“There’s so much love inside of you, Jumin Han,” I smile, letting my hand settle on his chest, right above his heart. “I saw it the night you read me to sleep. I saw it all the times you helped the other members of the RFA expecting nothing in return. I see it when your eyes light up when you’ve had a good dinner with your dad. I don’t know why you believe you are unable to give warm love, because you’ve been filling up all my senses with exactly that from the moment I decided to stay over at your penthouse. I am in love with you, Jumin Han.”

“Say it again,” he mutters, bringing my body closer to him. The remains of his perfume still linger on him and I love how relaxing I find it. How much it feels like home.

“I love you.”

“Again,” he demands, his lips lingering against mine. I smile.

“I love you, Jumin Han. I am in love with you. Truthfully, madly, without any sort of question or doubt,” I say, holding his face tenderly. “I am in love with your heart and soul.”

He finally breaks the distance between us both and his lips collide against mine. His kiss is soft, yet firm, his hands holding me into place. I let my body mold itself against his and wonder if it’s alright to love someone as intensely as I love this man. His tongue grazes against my lips for a moment before softly pushing its way inside. His grip on my body tightens as he keeps deepening the kiss and I have to remind myself we’re not done talking to have the strength to pull away as softly as I can. I lay a couple of more kisses against his warm lips before smiling at him.

“Tomorrow, we’ll go to C&R,” I say and Jumin’s shocked expression doesn’t take long to show up. “Just a quick visit so you can take care of the paperwork Jaehee mentioned yesterday,” I explain, my fingers stroking his arm in a soothing motion. “I’ll be waiting for you downstairs at C&R’s cafeteria.”

Jumin shakes his head. “No.”

“Jumin,” I say, holding his face and forcing him to look at me. “Just for a couple of hours and just so we can try something new. After that, we’ll return here. I promise.”

He lets out a long and tired sigh. When he looks at me again, my eyes are set on him, the smallest pout on my lips. To my surprise, he laughs.

“My mind keeps telling me there’s a chance you won’t be there,” Jumin admits, stroking my sides with his hand.

“You are my home, Jumin,” I remind him. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be but your arms.”

Jumin stays in silence, his eyes lost somewhere in the bedroom and I can almost listen to the loud and contradicting thoughts inside his head.

“If you’re still not done after two hours, you can leave the rest for another day,” I offer. “Two hours tops, my love. Could we try?”

He sighs, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. He looks defeated, yet there’s love in the way he sets his eyes back to mine.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, my love,” he breathes out and a big smile makes its way to my face. I press two soft kisses against his lips and then a couple more on his right cheek and forehead. “I’m sorry for my troubling thoughts.”

I shake my head. “I love you, Jumin. Troubling thoughts and all. I adore your mind,” I smile, pushing some of his hair away from his forehead. “I understand you’ve gone through rough times during your childhood and I know there’s nothing I can do to erase those memories. I want you to revisit them, understand them and finally heal. And no matter how long that takes you, I will always be there by your side”.

Jumin smiles and holds my waist as he turns on the bed, leaving me to rest on top of his chest. I see the warm smile back on his face and I realize how much I had missed it.

“Always?” he asks. I press a kiss on his lips.

“I promise. You are the love I always dreamt about since I was a little girl.”

Jumin arches an eyebrow.

“You dreamt about living in a mansion?”

“No,” I shake my head. “I dreamt about someone loving me exactly as I am, no matter how low I thought about myself some days I dreamt about someone caring for my well being and protecting me if necessary. Most of all, I dreamt about someone that would make me feel like there’s no one else in the universe but us both.”

“And do I make you feel that way?” he asks, a playful smile on his face that makes me wonder if it’s possible I love him more than I did an hour ago. I nod at him, an equally cheeky grin on my face strengthened by the knowledge that my words made him decide to do better.

I had never loved anyone as much as I loved Jumin. So any hardships that would come between us, would face to face us both. There’s a soft red hue on his cheeks again and for a moment it’s hard to recognize the cold man I first met in a chat room.

But Jumin Han is more than that. He’s more than his job, more than his money, more than the darkness and tangled thread inside his mind. He’s kind, he’s loyal and the rock his friends turn to when they find themselves in dire situations. He’s had everyone’s back before, in one way or another, and I love that he’s now giving me the chance to have his. To show him that he also deserves warm, pure love. That even if he can deal with everything by himself he doesn’t have to. Not anymore.

“You do, my love. You do.”