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Maneater | Jumin

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You couldn't tell which felt hotter — his tongue in your mouth or his hands scattering incessantly across your body. His long fingers gripped the side of your face, pulling it closer to his, angling you downwards to reach a spot you knew he was searching for. Your breath was caught in your chest; you were only able to sneak in small gasps of air whenever he would shift his lips. Your hands reached out to his chest, fumbling about with his buttons. The best you could do was grasp at the pressed fabric, your mind too occupied with other things to recall how to unbutton a shirt.

The only thing grounding you was the cold touch of the counter you were perched on, your bare thighs sticking in place with sweat. A skirt you forgot the color of hung at your ankle, flinging in every direction, yearning to be united with Jumin's blazer on the floor.

His hands were everywhere at once — and yet you felt so bare, so needy. He was still somehow still not close enough. You brought your hands to his scalp, tugging his hair, willing his face to come closer to yours. He grunted, shifting his hand from your neck to the side of your thigh, pulling your torso closer to his. Your legs were spread for him, his body fitting perfectly in between. Against your better judgment, you hooked your ankles together around his hips, thrusting him into the counter. His right arm shot out to his side to steady himself, a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. A girlish whine escaped your mouth, the absence of his hand bringing forth a tremendous ache.

"So impatient," he whispered, so breathy that it was almost inaudible.

"I think," you said, smiling as he kissed you sloppily, "you're being a little hypocritical." You wasted no time and slithered your fingers over his belt buckle, lining his bulge with the very tip of your pointer finger. His fingers dug into your thigh.

You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing a seemingly indescribable look in his eyes, one reserved only for you. His eyebrows tightened, a small twitch in his cheek unleashing the smile you had tried to withhold.

"What is it that you want to do to me, Jumin Han?" You asked, interlacing your fingers behind his neck. The gap between you was so small that your elbows fell slack at your sides. Your fingers tickled the curled ends of his hair, twirling them absentmindedly. His eyes looked crazed; they scanned your entire face over and over, retracing the same pattern.

Though your question seemed like a flirtatious, meaningless one, a part of you truly wanted to know. Jumin had never been open about anything he wanted — especially in a situation like this. You knew a piece of him felt shameful of it and you wanted to dissolve it. He was deserving of anything he could want from you, and all you wanted was for him to just take it.

His left palm was embedded in your thigh, his right hand at your waist, holding you still. As if you could ever want to move away from him. His entire demeanor was stiff. You had learned to not take offense to it; you understood he didn't know what to do with himself.

"Don't be so frigid, my love," you said, grabbing at the sides of his neck. You paused, gliding your hand across his jaw. "I'm not going to run away from you."

Half of you was joking, but the other half knew that somewhere in his brilliant, chaotic mind, he was afraid.

"I think about..." he trailed off, weaving a hand into the strands of your hair, letting them glide off of his fingers.

"What do you think about?" You whispered into his mouth, planting a soft kiss onto them. He shuttered softly, a feeling of warmth erupting in your stomach. It amazed you at how sensitive he was to you, even after all the things that you had done together.

"I think about this," he hesitated, taking a moment to breathe deeply. "I think about this... about you in this way," he gestured vaguely to your body. You bit down a laugh. "About doing this with you... all of the time. And every time I get to it, every time I have you here in front of me, I don't know what to do with you."

Your hands burrowed in his hair, running gentle circles on his scalp. He squeezed you tighter.

"That is not to say that I only think of you in a sexual manner. I frequently have nonsexual—"

You kissed him quickly, a giggle dancing on your lips. "You don't have to be so politically correct with me." You smiled, kissing him again. "I don't think of you as some sex-crazed teenage boy."

"I think that if I had met you then, I unfortunately would have been."

You playfully hit his chest, the feeling of his shirt bothering you suddenly. With steadier hands than before, you undid the first button, glancing up at him for approval. His hands snaked to the back of your thighs, as close to your ass as he could manage, and gently slid you closer to him. Taking that as a sign to continue, you undid the second button, then the third, then the fourth. You spread the opening with your fingers, the tension popping off a few more.

His gleaming skin stared back at you, almost begging to be touched. You obliged, leaning in and leaving a wet kiss at the center of his chest, trailing upward slowly. You could feel his heart pound on your lips. He exhaled with force, his reaction only prompting you more. You got up to his the crook of his neck, picking a spot to gently suck on. He took a hand off of your thigh and balled it into a fist, pressing down on the counter with his knuckles. You huffed, grabbing his wrist and placing it back on your skin. He pulled away again, but you held his hand there.

"You're not going to hurt me," you said against his skin, feeling the heat of your breath on your face. "And even if you did I think I would like it."

He let out a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a grunt. He looked at you distantly, like he was trying to make a calculated decision. You felt like playing with him, so you rubbed your stomach on his torso lazily, paying special attention to below his belt. He grasped your thigh hard, his short nails scratching at your skin. You smiled, tracing the forming hickey on his shoulder with your pointer finger.

"You don't know how much power you have over me." His voice was low, the vibration rippling through your chest.

"Do you want me to use it?" You pulled his torso into the counter again with your legs; this time, though, more gently.

"Yes." A whisper. A desire.

You pulled his neck downward, leveling your face with his. You brought him real close, the tip of your noses teasing each other. "I want you to fuck me. As hard as you want to."

The last word barely left your lips before he pounced on you, his hands ripping at the fabric of your shirt. He kissed you harshly, pressing into you so forcefully that the back of your head smacked against the cabinet. You laughed, but it got swallowed up by his lips on yours. You grasped at the sides of his face, feeling his tongue feverishly push into your mouth. You blindly reached for his shirt, ripping the last few buttons off, sending them flying, dropping somewhere with a small thud.

"Up," he commanded, and you knew what he wanted. You used your hand to hoist yourself up as he pulled at the sides of your panties, slipping them ungracefully off of your thighs. He stepped back to get them off of your feet fully before undoing his belt in a one-swoop motion that you had never seen before. You rubbed your thighs together excitedly, needing to feel some tension. The pieces of his shirt swung at his sides as he fumbled out of his pants, his shaking hands not doing much to aid his effort.

"Hurry," you plead, watching him battle to get the tangle of his pants and boxers off of his feet.

"You underestimate me," he said, shoving his dress shirt off of his arms, leaving him completely undressed. He quickly reassumed his position, taking the hem of your shirt in between his fingers and pulling it up. You brought your arms up, the air hitting your bare chest as the shirt was discarded on the ground.

You squealed as he wrapped his arms around your back and pulled your forward, your bodies clashing into one another. He leaned in to kiss you generously, tilting your head back once more. The movement caused your nipples to glide across his chest and you grunted. He pulled away for a millisecond, planting a wet kiss on the corner of your mouth before attacking your lips again. Your legs hooked behind his torso again. You felt his tip press against your stomach, a wave of pure adrenaline crashing over your head.

"Ready?" He asked into your mouth, brushing a hair stuck to your cheek out of the way. You nodded hazily. He brought your hips to the edge of the counter, your legs dangling off of the side. He positioned himself a few inches away from you, rubbing your clit gently with his fingers. A knot in your stomach tightened and your pressed your lips together. He smiled proudly, a trail of wetness connecting his fingers to your clit. You found it endearing that he always checked to make sure you were wet enough, but in that moment, you hated him for it.

"Jumin," you mewled, griping his shoulders. He nodded in understanding and moved his tip to your entrance, sliding the head in cautiously. Your breath was ragged and you somehow managed to nod at him, alerting him that he could go further. His hands fidgeted nervously on your thighs as he moved his hips upward, moving carefully.

For the first time ever, impatience seemed to overtake him. He thrusted the last few inches into you quickly, a quiet apology slipping out of his mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burrowing your face into his shoulder. He waited for a moment before starting to move. He slid himself out almost completely before reentering you again, huffing forcefully.

"Do what you want to do," you breathed, kissing his collarbone. A shaky grunt escaped him, indecision etched into his face. You almost told him again when he used his hand to spread your legs further apart. He started to move again, each one harder and faster than the last. The hand on your back pressed you together every second, your chests scraping against each other with every movement.

He started to get bolder, thrusting into you with a want you had never felt before. You threw your head back, heaving with a pleasure you knew you could only feel with him. He kissed along your neck, grunting every few seconds. He squeezed your side and you moaned, the sound only emboldening him more.

He brought his hand to the back of your head and forced it forward, his lips colliding with yours instantly. It was another thing you liked about him — he would always kiss you. You had tried to have sex with your back to him to try something new, but he said he didn't like the idea of not being able to kiss you. It was simple, it was sweetness. It added such intimacy that you didn't know how you could go without it.

His hand flew to the cabinet above your head to stead himself, as he was now rocking into you so forcefully that you were certain the entire house was rumbling. He bit your lip, licking the wound before kissing you again.

You scratched at his back for purchase, a tang of guilt creeping up on you before being promptly obliterated by his moan. It was a rare occurrence from him, and your eyes sparkled at the prospect.

"I'm..." he grunted, gritting his teeth. "I'm close."

You kissed his neck, the taste of his sweat felt intoxicating. He started to pull away from you, but your legs held in place.

"What are you—"

"You can finish inside," you said at his ear, your breath tickling his earlobe.

"What?" He asked, his voice taking on a higher pitch.

"You know I'm on the pill."

"Yes, b-but—"

"I'm telling you that you can," you paused, kissing him sweetly. "If you want to."

"Oh God," he breathed, gripping onto your waist as he came. The sensation was unfamiliar, strange and outlandish. But you loved to experience new things with him.

He rested his head on your chest for a moment, breathing heavily. His back rose and fell with his heaves; the sound was almost southing. He planted soft kisses on your collarbone as you ran your finger through his slick hair. He moved only to pull out completely before embracing you softly. Your hands traced up and down his back, leaving supple goosebumps in their wake.

"Did that feel good?" You whispered.

He moved his face to meet your gaze as you smiled at him.

"(Y/N)..."

Your smile fell.

"You don't have to be so agreeable with me," he said, biting the corner of his mouth.

"What?" You asked lowly, fearing you had said something wrong. You instinctively moved away from him, but leaned closer.

"I mean..." he glanced over your exposed body. "I mean that you don't have to do things just for the sake of pleasing me. You didn't have to let me do that... is what I'm saying."

"But I want to do things to please you."

Your reply took him off guard and you could've sworn you saw the tips of his ears go red.

A shy, inquisitive "hm?" was all he could seem to muster.

"I'm serious," you stated, cupping his face in your hand. "I want to wear your favorite colors just for you to rip them off of me. I want to kiss your entire body until you're not ashamed of it. I want to have sex to your favorite songs."

"(Y/N)—"

"I want you to have your way with me, to be able to tell me all of the things that you want to do to me. I want to sit on your lap and touch you when you come home from work. I want to tell you that I love you and for you to believe it."

His brows furrowed, his eyes boring holes into yours.

"Don't you want those things?" You asked, tracing the shape of his ear.

"Of course... of course I do. But I don't want you to do those things just because I want them."

"Jumin," you said sternly. "How do you not understand that you are reason enough? I don't need more reasons to want those things. You want them. And that is good enough for me."

He glanced away from you for the first time, his eyes trailing for a moment before returning to yours. You sighed.

"It's okay if you can't understand it now. But know that I will show you how to." You watched his face, watched his features morph into emotions you couldn't place. "What is it?" You asked softly, curling your fingers around the nape of his neck.

You hated having to ween information out of him like this, but you also knew it was the only way for him to learn that he is worth more than he thinks. If it took some coaxing, so be it.

"What if," he paused, etching circles with his fingers onto your thigh, "what I want from you is selfish?"

The words bombarded your neck, his lips just barely touching the skin. You exhaled smoothly, kissing his jaw twice. His hands slid up your thighs sensually, his fingers spread on your skin. You realized then how he towered over you, his back flexing and encasing you in his shadow. It felt protective; it felt safe.

"Did it ever occur to you, Mr. Han," you ran a thumb over the bruise on his neck, "that I want you to be selfish?"

His hands halted on your waist, and you could feel the tips of his hair on your forehead as he leaned over you.

"You can't say things like that," he muttered, kissing your temple slowly.

Your hands roamed aimlessly on his chest, a feather-like touch. You took his hand and flipped it over, gently placing your palms together. He exhaled while carefully grabbing your hand, bringing it up to place it on his face. You laughed softly, the feeling of his cheek on your palm electrifying you. Leaning upward you kissed him closed-lipped.

"Again," he whispered, his hand grasping you the back of your neck.

You reached up to kiss him again, letting your lips linger there for a moment longer than you had planned. Retracting slightly, you waited there, letting your lips just barely touch. He parted his lips almost primitively, staring at your mouth with intensity.

"Tell me," you coaxed, the words getting lost on his skin. "Tell me what you want." You were grasping at each other, teasing each other. The desire for him was relentless. "Don't be shy, Mr. Han."

His grip tightened, seizing your body even more. He would never admit it, but you knew he liked being called that. You could tell in the way that he would stiffen and look at you, desperate and certain.

"I want everything from you."

You smiled tenderly. "You already have it."

"No, I mean..." the struggle to form the words was apparent. He pursed his lips. "I don't know how to explain it."

"Try me." Your hands roamed to his back again, entrapping him a loose embrace.

"I just... ah," he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. You waited for him patiently, knowing that the embarrassment would wither on its own, as it always did around you. "It's not proper or right and I know it. It's unreasonable and I know it."

"Jumin, you don't have to be so formal. This is just a conversation. Don't stress yourself," you murmured. He looked at you strangely, almost pained, before sighing.

"I want to possess you in every sense of the word. I want you to say my name, only mine, and I want to be the only one who touches you." He swallowed audibly, avoiding your stare. "I want your future and your time. I want to spend every waking moment with you, and every sleeping one laying next to you."

You curled your toes, waiting for him to say more.

"There are things I want to do with you that I'm ashamed of."

"Like what?" You whispered, gazing up at him adoringly.

He pressed his lips together, his eyes wandering to the side. After what seemed like a moment of deliberation he took his hands off of you, the tips of his finger quaking subtly. He unwrapped your arms from around him and held your wrists together with one hand, pausing hesitantly before raising them over your head.

"I want to restrain you like this," his voice was thin. He pressed the back of your hands into the cabinet and a bundle of excitement bubbled in your stomach. "I want to... I want to have complete control over you. I want to dominate you and I want you to let me. I want to do all of this just to untie you and have you touch me for the rest of the night."

He leaned in close to your neck, running his nose up to your jaw. You squirmed, feeling a desire so potent that you could hardly contain yourself.

"I want to watch you writhe beneath me and make those faces that drive me to insanity. I want to marry you and bring you everywhere with me. I want to walk into a room where everyone knows that you're mine."

He took his hand off of yours and lowered your arms, kissing your knuckles softly. The thrill of it was still swimming through you, consuming you like a virus.

He ran a finger across your neck, the pad of his thumb rubbing the skin above your collarbone. "I want to get you a necklace of my name and I never want you to take it off."

You bit back a sound that rose in your throat and shifted again, causing him to finally look into your eyes.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"You're making me excited," you breathed, panting. "Keep going."

His eyes twitched with a phantom smile. "I've never thought of anyone as important or of any real consequence. My father used to tell me that relationships were to only fill the time in between work." You nodded, kissing his chin. "But... but I want you to fill all of my time. And I want to fill all of yours."

He kissed you slowly, caressing your back with his fingers. You wanted to ground yourself, to force yourself to remember every detail of him. You wanted to trade every line on his body and remember them forever, to be able to know him as no one has ever known him.

"When I first met you," he continued, kissing you in between his words. "I had dreams about you almost every night."

You smiled into his kiss, pulling his hair with a controlled slightness. "What we were doing in those dreams?"

Blotches of red materialized on his skin, and you almost laughed at his shyness.

"At first it was like this," he said, kissing you gently. "I would kiss you over and over." He titled your chin upward and kissed you deeper, holding your neck in place. "Then you would..."

"What would I do, Jumin?"

He paused. "You would..." he trailed off, and you glanced down at his new erection. You knew then exactly what he was trying to say.

Scooting forward, you reached out and and delicately grabbed the base of his shaft. His eyes widened and he looked at you madly, his eyes whipping from your hand to your face.

"Is this what I would do?" You asked, starting to pump slowly. His breath hitched and he stumbled backward, only to regain his footing within a second. He grabbed at the edges of the counter, harder and harder the faster you went. You started using two hands, watching his face contort with every move you made.

"Would I use my mouth, too?"

He let out a gargled noise from his throat, the muscles near his abdomen visibly tightening.

"Answer me," you said, deliberately pumping him faster. He looked at you through his brow messily.

"You...hfmmm... you would."

You smirked and pushed him backward. He opened his mouth to protest before you hopped off of the counter, feeling cum slide down your leg from earlier. You slid onto your knees, watching his face as you reached out to continue touching him.

"Oh my God," he said, his eyes seeming to pop out of his head, shifting wildly all over you.

Without warning, you took his tip into your mouth, rubbing circles into it with your tongue. He grunted loudly, his back hitting the kitchen island with a hard thud.

You ran your tongue up his shaft, using your hands to do most of the work. His legs were shaking, your head pressing into him to keep him in place. He was making entirely new sounds for you, only pushing you take him in deeper. Your fingertips were buzzing with energy, running up and down him with haste. You removed your mouth only to leave a trail of sloppy kisses up and down him, using your tongue to stimulate him further.

Suddenly, Jumin's hand flew to your hair, grasping a fistful of it harshly. His knees twitched and he grunted as he came, his cum shooting onto your face. You blinked, not being able to even have a singular thought before he grabbed your shoulders and hoisted you back up on the counter.

"I... gah, I'm sorry," he fumbled, looking around frantically for something. He bent down and opened the cabinet under the sink, his hand leaving it with a deep blue rag in its clutches.

"I'm sorry," he said again, bringing the rag up to your face, wiping in gentle motions.

"Jumin, it's fine," you assured, running a hand down his arm.

"No, it's..." he seemed to lose his train of thought, swiping at your face and neck with a quickness you found charming.

"You could've told me," you said, trying to meet his eye. "I didn't realize... I could've swallowed it."

"Don't be ridiculous," he murmured, scanning your neck for any places he may have missed.

"Stop it," you laughed, swatting his hands away. "Seriously. Don't be sorry."

He looked down and sighed, bringing the rag to the trail of his fluid running down your thigh. "I didn't mean to make a mess."

You allowed him to finish, knowing his neurotic brain wouldn't let him quit. He spread your legs gingerly, wiping at your bikini line and inner thighs.

"It's not that I don't appreciate the attention," you said, watching as he finally seemed happy with his cleanup, "but don't feel the need to do this."

"I hope you aren't angry with me."

You looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Jumin, have you listened to anything that I just said?"

"I took advantage of you. I should've said something."

"You didn't take advantage of me," you assured in a more serious tone. "Are you listening to yourself?"

"I shouldn't have done it," he said plainly, looking down at the counter. "I didn't mean to degrade you in such a way."

You huffed, taking a moment to choose your words carefully. "Look at me," you ordered, cupping his face in your hands. He followed your guidance and brought his head to your level, but his eyes looked off to the side. "Would you just look at me for two seconds? Please."

His eyes dragged to meet yours, his pupils completely blown. "You didn't degrade me. You didn't do anything wrong." You watched his eyes, trying to locate any sign of his inner thoughts. "I want you to feel comfortable with me."

"Comfort and audacity are two different things."

"Jumin, I want you to have the audacity. And I want you to be comfortable. They don't have to be mutually exclusive."

You waited, watched, and sat with perfect stillness, waiting for something — anything. It didn't feel like an argument, but you knew it was of importance.

"Tell me why it's bothering you," you whispered, tucking a chunk of his hair behind his ear. It fell back onto his forehead within a few seconds.

"Because you're so..." he gestured vaguely at your body again, "so pristine. And so willing. I don't want to dirty you or for you to feel that I don't value you. Because I do."

"I know you do, Jumin."

"I feel as though I violated your trust. You trusted me to... to do this with me and I assumed in the moment something that I should've have."

"I don't have to explicitly tell you that you can something for you to do it, Jumin. I trust you. And if it really bothered me I would've said something."

He paused. "You're certain?"

"Very," you promised, giving him a quick kiss. "I kind of liked it, actually."

"Y-You cannot be serious."

You laughed, having seen him stutter only a handful of times. It was strange to see someone so self-assured stumble around with words. At any other moment, confidence pooled out of him.

"I think you underestimate the things that I want to do with you."

He considered your response, mindlessly playing with the ends of your hair. "Do I dare ask for some examples?"

You smiled, puffing air out of your nose. "Well, for one, I'm glad we both agree that you should tie me up."

His mouth gaped open for a moment before he abruptly closed it. "Are you saying this just to please me?"

"Definitely not," you added, kissing the side of his jaw. "Don't think that I haven't thought about it before."

He looked so serious, so engrossed in your every syllable that you almost smacked him to bring him back into reality.

"Like what?" He asked with an endearing shyness.

"I know that you want to be rough with me. I also know that you aren't because you're a gentleman, and quite possibly, the most considerate boyfriend on the planet." You rubbed the pad of your thumb on his cheek. "But... I want you to be rough with me. Sometimes I wish you would just tie me up with your belt and fuck me hard. I wish you would make me beg for you. I wish you would only let me have it if I convinced you I wanted it bad enough."

You couldn't read his expression, but you kept going, waiting to see where his line was. "I want you to grab me so hard that you leave a mark. Pull my hair and tell me that I'm yours. I want it all, Jumin, and I want it with you." You grasped his shoulders and squeezed, wrapping your fingers around the muscle.

He was stiff again, in the same way he gets when you call him Mr. Han. His lips kept pursing and you could tell he was chewing on his cheeks. You bit your lip, watching him watch you with no clue as to what he was thinking. You wondered if you took it too far.

"Say something," you whispered, your grip on him slackening. He opened his mouth but closed it again, his breath on your face deep and sharp.

"Don't say those things unless you mean them." It was stern, almost threatening. It thrilled you.

"I mean them."

You kept staring at each other so intensely that you felt scrutinized. You padded down the back of your head, your hair defying gravity and sticking upwards in every direction.

"I wouldn't fix it just yet if I were you."

"What—"

The word barely escaped you before he grabbed the back of thighs and roughly dragged you forward, holding you up as he started to carry you. You squeaked, wrapping your arms around his neck, digging your nails into his skin. You glanced at the kitchen window as he moved to the stairs, seeing the sun beginning to set.

"Don't you have to go to work?" You offered weakly.

"I'm not going to work tonight."

Your legs embraced his torso, shaking as he climbed the stairs in four strides. He walked confidently towards your bedroom, stopping at the foot of the bed to push you down on it. You let out a high pitched sound in a mix of anticipation and excitement. He looked over you for a moment before walking to his closet. You groaned, running your hands up your torso for some warmth. He emerged from the doorway with one of his absurdly expensive leather belts in his hand. Your eyes widened.

He crossed the room quickly, pressing a knee onto the mattress and leaning over you. You brought up your wrists put together and offered them to him. A strange expression crossed his face.

"Listen to me," he said darkly, staring at you as he wrapped the belt around your wrists slowly. "I don't know what's going to happen tonight." He secured the restraint, giving it a tug. "If at any point you're in pain or want to stop, tell me. It doesn't matter how far in or how... excited I become. Do not hesitate. I mean it."

You nodded, following him with your eyes as he leaned over to his night table, gathering a charging cord in his hands. Your confusion was soon quenched when he pulled the wire through your wrists and tied to it the bed post. Your arms hung above your head, stretching your torso.

"Tell me you understand," he commanded, scanning over your body painstakingly slowly.

"I understand," you squeaked, squirming from the growing desire in the pit of your stomach.

"I wasn't going to tell you this just yet," he dragged a curled finger over your stomach, "but I don't think I can withhold it anymore."

"What?" You mustered, the goosebumps on your skin so severe that they hurt.

"I think I'll have to retire the boyfriend position and graduate to fiancée."

You opened your mouth to speak but he moved in between your legs, swiftly bringing your knees to his shoulders in one motion.

"You don't have to say any words right now," he whispered on your neck, his breath paralyzing you. "Just make some pretty sounds for me."

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well i definitely got wayyy too carried away with this one. 5.5k words T_T. but what can i say? jumin deserves it.

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thegod606 · 4 years ago

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Body Headcannons

RFA Boys | PG Version

Jumin:

- reasonably skinny

- has some muscle mass strictly from genetics (we all know this man does not work out) in his arms, pecs, and thighs which allows him to not look sickly

- his arms aren’t “veiny” per se, but you can see the green-purple color of them faintly through his pale skin

- very long fingers with a wide palm and tall nail-beds

- his features are very sharp. high cheekbones, straight nose, hard jawline, etc.

- his adam’s apple is prominent

- has those two lines on his abdomen that outline the ab muscle but not enough to be considered “abs”

- shaves his entire chest and abdomen except he always leaves his little happy trail from his bellybutton to his waistline

Zen:

- decently lean; doesn’t want to get too bulky

- has a nice four pack that he would like to turn into a six

- deep v-line

- unlike jumin, very soft features. comforting smile, rounded ears, sloped nose, and thin lips

- somehow, you can still faintly see his ribcage if he’s laying down a certain way

- short nail-beds with averagely sized fingers

707:

- just gonna come out a say it: very awkward looking (it’s his posture)

- when he slouches, you can see his shoulder blades clear as day

- his upper chest is very slim but he has a small pocket of fat near his bellybutton that he gets embarrassed about

- his leg hair grows in a very light red — almost blonde

- long and thick eyelashes

- when laying down, his hipbones pop out

- arms are very thin and lanky like his fingers

- the top of his palm is slightly calloused on both hands

Yoosung:

- almost sickly-looking

- his chest is flat as a board and almost concaves inward a bit

- can’t really seem to put on weight

- his cheeks are almost always a light pink; so is the very top of his nose

- can only grow a few chest hairs at a time

- for some reason it feels right that he has an extreme innie

- most days, his eyes look sunken in. this can only be fixed if he drinks alcohol because it makes his eyes puffy (and we all know he doesn’t drink much)

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thegod606 · 4 years ago

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Wedding Headcannons

RFA Boys

Jumin:

- leaves most of the preparations to you as he wants it to be your dream wedding

- would be big and extravagant

- “no price is too high for you, my love”

- only has small requests, like wanting there to be gardenias and to wear a lavender tie.

- his suit would be maddeningly expensive, fitted to perfection and kept in a “special tux room” where the humidity is low and the temperature is kept cold

- would definitely be the type to believe in superstitions like not being able to see you on the day of the wedding. he would make sure of it

- wears cufflinks with your new initials (first letter of your first name and “h” for han)

- hires v to take photos along with an entire team of professional photographers. he wants a photo of pretty much every second

Zen:

- is just as involved with planning as you are

- wants a white tux and black tie combo to “compliment his hair”

- would wear a high ponytail for the first and last time in his life

- is very specific about the guest list since he doesn’t want any of his fans to come and ruin the experience for you

- surprisingly, makes jumin his best man for helping him through the echo girl troubles and for always supporting him

- begs you to see your dress beforehand; he just can’t wait

- buys one of those wooden block countdowns that you have to manually change everyday to count down to the wedding

- would be a winter wedding

707:

- realizes that space stations aren’t really open as wedding venues, and begrudgingly agrees to have a semi-normal one

- wants it in the spring, probably sometime in may

- although he doesn’t always seem like it, saeyoung is a micromanager. he wants every little thing to be how you both like it and manages to convince you to let him pick the style of dress that you’ll wear

- would cry like a baby when he saw you walking down the isle

- takes his lasses off for the ceremony, but puts them back on for the reception

- his wedding gift to you is a pair of red, lacy lingerie for the honeymoon

Yoosung:

- definitely a summer wedding in the blistering heat

- doesn’t really know anything about weddings, so leaves it mostly to you

- pretends like he doesn’t care what you decide but will look through your planner/binder to sneak peeks

- gets his hair done by a professional for the first time in his life a few days befpre

- wears a bowtie instead of a tie (I’m sorry, it’s true)

- gives you long, wet kisses on your cheek and shoulder throughout the reception

- has jumin arrange for you two to be picked up by a limo afterwards as a surprise to you

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thegod606 · 4 years ago

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Pregnant MC Headcannons

RFA Boys

Jumin:

- would keep you on a strict pre-natal treatment routine

- only the most expensive and thoroughly researched vitamins enter your mouth

- would go absolutely overboard. definitely would buy three cribs, twenty pacifiers, a music box made of ancient china that only plays classical music, etc.

- every night he’ll fall asleep with his hand or arm on your stomach. his most frequent position is being the big spoon and wrapping his arms around the bump

- the only time you will ever see him nervous is when your water breaks. this man would be sweating, shaking, stuttering, the whole nine yards

- really wants a girl, but wouldn’t be disappointed with a boy

Zen:

- would dote on you 24/7

- take baths with you every night and wash your body

- definitely talks and sings to the bump every chance he gets. talks about his day, how much he loves it, the weather, literally any thought that comes to his mind would be verbalized to your unborn child

- carves out time to brush your hair pretty much every morning

- would go on a hiatus from acting during the last half of your third trimester

707:

- always excited. ever since you told him you were pregnant, it was like he was on a never-ending sugar high

- loves for you to lay between his legs and lean against him so that he can wrap his arms around you and feel the bump

- “you know, sweetness, I don’t think I’ve ever even seen a pregnant lady until now”

- once you told him that you hoped the baby would have his red hair and he was absolutely flabbergasted. had a goofy smile on this face the rest of the day

- would buy one of those cliché family minivans as a surprise to you (this is his hint that he wants more than one)

Yoosung:

- scared out of his mind the whole time

- secretly reads parenting books in the bathroom at least twice a week

- likes to fall asleep on your lap to be close to the baby

- obsesses over names and makes a list of his favorites for a boy and a girl

- stops bleaching his hair because he’s convinced the fumes will hurt the baby

- whenever you go out in public, he always puts his arm around your waist. this is to be protective but also to say “this is my baby!” needless to say, he’s restless from fear and excitement

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thegod606 · 4 years ago

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Summer Air | Jumin

Novelette

It was warm. You wore an eggshell white tank top with little balls of puff at the hem which reminded you of bunnies; your lower half only covered by a matching white underwear. The window was open, allowing a refreshing breeze to waft through the penthouse. You hummed a tune -- the name of the song escaped you -- while stirring the mixture in the two cups before you. You brought your hand up to your face and sucked lightly on your thumb. The sugar made it sticky.

Then, you heard the faint, uniform footsteps of your lover and grinned. So impatient, you thought. You waited for a few moments then felt him slither his arms around your waist and rest his chin atop your head.

“Come back to bed, darling.” He cooed, creating circles with his pointer finger on your hip.

“Hmmmm. If I recall correctly, you’re the one who wanted lemonade.” You said. He nuzzled his nose on your neck which made you giggle.

“I changed my mind.” He said, as you turned to face him. You saw him smirk before he grabbed your thighs and hoisted you onto the kitchen counter. He pressed himself as close to you as possible and you let your legs lazily wrap around his waist.

“I wouldn’t want it to go to waste.” You playfully whined, giving him a quick pop kiss.

“I can fix that.” A mischievous grin spread across his face.

“Oh?”

He reached behind you and pulled the jar of sugar to your side, popping the cap off with ease. With his pointer and middle finger, he scooped up a small amount of sugar, some pieces falling back into the container. It looked like snow.

He brought up the sugar and spread it across your neck and jaw. You looked at him, confused, before he leaned in and started to suck the sweet beads off your skin. You smiled and sighed in content and leaned your head back to give him more room. It felt like you could never get tired of his affections. Especially ones like this.

You felt a little desperate and pulled at the waistband of his pajama pants. He bit your ear lightly. You giggled, feeling ticklish, and stuck your fingers into his pants. You hooked onto the fabric and pulled it closer to you, brushing against his bare hip. He laughed darkly.

“Naughty girl,” he said, grabbing your thighs. You wrapped them tighter around him.

“Have I convinced you to come back to bed?”

“Perhaps,” you teased, looking away.

He huffed and pulled you off the counter. Suddenly you were in the air and he was carrying you. You squealed and laughed loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Don’t worry, my love, you’ll soon forget about the lemonade.” He said, with the same dark grin plastered on his face.

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Masterlist

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ blurb about me

Hi! My name is Mae and I write Mystic Messenger fics. I specialize in headcannons, but still like good old fashioned one shots. I’m currently writing a novel, so updates may be slow at times. I do SFW posts and NSFW posts. My NSFW hashtag is #mystical after hours, so feel free to block it to just see my PG posts. To check the status of requests, look to my bio and it’ll let you know whether or not they are open. Hope you like it here!

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ headcannons

RFA Boys

Jealousy

Hygiene

Receiving Oral NSFW

Pregnant MC

Wedding

Their Bodies

Love Marks

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ short fics/one-shots

Jumin

Paper Rings

I Love You

Maneater NSFW

Zen

Firsts NSFW

Saeyoung/707

It Matters Where You Are

Only You

Yoosung

Work in progress

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ━ bite sized novelettes (under 1k words)

Summer Air | Jumin

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Receiving Oral Headcannons

RFA Boys | NSFW

Jumin:

- doesn’t ever ask for it; he would rather give it than get it

- had never received it before meeting you, so he would definitely finish very quickly the first few times. he’s really embarrassed about it which is a big reason why he tends to avoid it

- not a head grabber, but would probably grab onto your shoulder or hand (if it’s close enough) during most of it

- always gets goosebumps all over

- not a big moaner. he typically will bite his lips or the inside of his cheek. doesn’t really start to moan at all, ever, until he feels like he can be more vulnerable in front of you

- likes to say “thank you” afterwards; he’s very polite. it took you by surprise the first time and you gave him a funny look which made him red

Zen:

- absolute veteran. we all know that this man has gotten it more times than he can count

- despite his numbers, he never makes you feel like you’re inadequate

- only outright asks you for it when he’s tipsy or drunk

- definitely gives you words of encouragement the entire time. things like “you’re so good, baby” or “just like that”

- huge moaner; loves to let you know how good he feels

- when he’s close, his tell is that he’ll grab onto the sheets or comforter

- would say your name while he finishes

- aftercare KING. if you didn’t swallow he would clean it up. would kiss you afterwards and tell you how well you did and how much he loves you

707:

- this man gives it to you pretty much every time you guys do anything sexual, so you would have to initiate it

- “honey, you don’t have to it’s okay”

- wouldn’t grab your head, but might hold onto your hair if he’s feeling especially sensitive

- favorite thing to say during is “good girl”

- doesn’t moan, necessarily, but will huff and groan. only actually moans when he finishes

- his toes definitely curl when he’s close

- getting the vibe that he would be the only one in the group to curse when he’s getting it

Yoosung:

- would faster let you do it then actually have sex, (he’s a virgin as we know) but still is extremely nervous

-the first time, he would probably get red all over his face, neck, and chest

- would stutter and shake A LOT when you take his pants off

- very probable that he would throw his head back and bang it really hard against the headboard or wall

- doesn’t really like to have his shirt off, so he would keep it on the first couple times until he feels more comfortable

- more of a whiner than a moaner. he’s very loud, though; he doesn’t really know how to control himself

- would finish within thirty seconds the first time which would obliterate his fragile ego. you would, of course, console him and tell him it’s alright

- requires cuddling immediately afterwards every time

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Jealousy Headcannons

RFA Boys

Jumin:

- pretty much cannon that he is the blueprint of a jealous boyfriend

- feels this way because of his complete lack of experience with women and relationships and doubts his ability to become a good lover

- if you aren’t dating, he would hide it very well. he would never want to impose his feelings onto you like his father did to him

- would probably give subtle cues like shifting uncomfortably when you mention another guy or fidgeting with his pen. all things that are un-jumin-like

- if you are dating, and it’s been enough time, he’ll develop the confidence to express it in a more obvious way like placing a hand on your waist at a party or kissing you in the middle of the room with everyone watching

- he would feel the need to remind you that you love him through physical affection for days and days after

Zen:

- we all know about his “all men are rabid dogs” ideology which would be his trigger

- probably wouldn’t get jealous very easily, if at all, a good portion of the time

- only when he’s down or already feeling rejected by his profession or anything else would those feelings creep up on him

- isn’t afraid to tell you how he feels; he is a very good communicator (i will die on this hill)

- he trusts you and trusts that when you tell him he’s all you want, you really mean it

707:

- not really the jealous type at all

- if anything, he feels so inferior that he would think that it was in your best interest to find someone else

- when he sees other guys making you happy, it hurts him but not in the jealousy way. it’s more of a deep feeling of unworthiness

- still, if you would fight for him he would fight for you. if you showed him that you were in it for real, he wouldn’t hesitate to make it known that no one else was taking you from him

Yoosung:

- extremely insecure which aggravates the green-eyed monster

- would pretty much never say or do anything to let you know how he feels when he does feel that way

- but, of course, you know him and would sense something wrong

- if he’s really pissed, though, he might squeeze your hand or glare at the other guy. but that’s as far as his un-confrontational little brain could take

- words of affirmation are definitely one of his top three love languages and he would need a lot of it from you for a very long time

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thegod606 · 4 years ago

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Hygiene Headcannons

RFA Boys

Jumin:

- shaves his chest and beard BARE every morning

- all of his soaps, shampoos, conditioners, etc. are all in the same scent (probably lavender or coconut)

- has a purple loofa but don’t ask him about it because he will deny it

- despises taking showers at night but will still try to sneak in there with you whatever time of day it is

- has a very specific morning routine in the bathroom that has been the same for eight years

- gets his teeth whitened once a year because of all the wine and coffee he drinks

Zen:

- we all know he smells good

- has a concerning amount of cologne bottles hidden in the last drawer of his nightstand but keeps one in his bathroom to look sane

- sings in the shower (obviously)

- shaved his legs once for a role but hated it

- steals your lotion on a daily basis

- won’t let you touch his special hairbrush

- speaking of hairbrush, he buys a new one from the same brand every month to maintain the ponytail

- never uses the same hair elastic twice

- likes to finger-brush his hair throughout the day

707:

- uses 3-in-1 (SORRY we know it’s true)

- the only product for smelling good he has is a two year old can of axe body spray that he uses for “special occasions”

- sometimes leaves a little stubble but it itches so he’ll shave it off after a few days

- has surprisingly clean fingernails

- takes baths whenever he has the time

- if you ever buy him a hygiene product he’ll be too afraid to use it and “keeps it safe” in the cabinet under the sink

- he has a really dry scalp so dandruff king

Yoosung:

- poor boy can’t grow a nice beard to save his life

- it always comes out patchy

- was an avid user of 3-in-1 until you showed him the light

- likes to use your soap and laundry detergent so that he can always smell you

- talks to himself in the shower

- bites his fingernails raw

- listens to “LOLOL ambience” on youtube while getting ready in the morning

- obsessively brushes his teeth four times a day

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It Matters Where You Are | 707

Warnings: Some angst that gets resolved!

The toilet seat was cold. Your thighs shook partially from nervousness and partially from the porcelain feeling like an ice block. You rubbed your eyes in a vain attempt to quiet your mind, seeing faint colors after pushing on them so hard.

The timer went off. Would you dare sneak a glance? You shook your head.

Then why did you even do it if you didn't want to know? You scolded yourself. This wasn't the time to hide. The air felt crisp with tension as you reached over and picked up the piece of plastic. A washed-out light pink plus sign materialized onto it. You squeaked and dropped the pregnancy test, feeling red hot shock coat the back of your neck.

"Oh my god." Your voice barely escaped your throat. There wasn't a single distinct feeling or thought that you could grasp on to. Your brain felt like complete mush. The only thing you were sure of was that you were scared. Saeran's text tone rang across the bathroom walls, nearly making you jump. A picture of a smiling Saeyoung met your eyes as you picked up your phone. He always thought it was cute that he was your lock screen. Seeing his face made your heart jump to your throat.

SAERAN: I’ll be home with kimchi :)

You glanced down to the pregnancy test still on the floor. You decided then to pull yourself together. You picked it up and shoved it in your back pocket. Opening the door, you walked sluggishly to your shared room with Saeyoung. You sat on the bed and looked to your boyfriend's nightstand, seeing his phone and a framed picture of the two of you resting atop it. He always left his phone to avoid being tracked on missions.

You were busy feeling hopeless when Saeran opened the front door and set down the two mini tubs of kimchi onto the kitchen table.

"(Y/N)?" He called out.

You wiped stray tears and went out to face him. You weren't sure at this point if you were glad Saeran lived with you and Saeyoung or if you just wanted to be alone. Nothing felt clear. He smiled when he saw you and gestured for you to sit down with him to eat. You obliged and pulled out the squeaky wooden chair before carefully sitting on it.

Saeran always ate like he was absolutely famished. He finished his portion in about ten seconds while you sat there and picked at your food.

"What's up with you?" He inquired, staring at your face. You bit the inside of your cheek and let out a breath.

"Are you in trouble?" He seemed genuinely concerned.

"I don't know." You whispered, scratching at the sleeve of your sweater.

"Just... tell me what happened."

Should I even tell him? The thought came big and bold into your head. You shouldn't. But you didn't know how long Saeyoung would be gone or how long you could hold this in for. Still, it felt like a betrayal.

"I'm pregnant."

You had never seen his eyes go so wide. Actually, you had never seen him express emotion so dramatically and vividly. His features twisted in what you guessed to be shock, then worry.

"What?" It seemed like that's all he could muster.

"I'm pregnant and I don't know when Saeyoung will be back. You know that I can't even contact him." Painful tears fell down your face. "He could be dead somewhere right now."

"Hey, stop it." He snapped out of whatever trance he was in. "You and I both know that he's too much of a pain in the ass to get killed by some foreign mafia."

His slight optimism surprised you as Saeran was never the type to look at the bright side. Your head fell in your hands.

"I don't know what to do." You choked down a sob. "I don't even know if he would want me to keep it.”

He opened his mouth to answer before you cut him off. "What is this is too much too soon? What if he comes back and I'm all ginormous and swollen and he wants nothing to do with it? With... me?"

There was a painstakingly long moment of silence. "You know, that little twit always used to say that I would be an uncle. He kept a little journal of names and would write down everything that he would do differently to his own kids. He was always freaked that he would somehow end up being like our parents which is just stupid by itself. He was never like them." He looked off to the side. "The point is, I know that he wanted a baby. And even though I haven't been around him for that long now, it's pretty clear that he loves you. I think that you would be his first choice in the baby department."

Hearing about little Saeyoung planning for what was happening to you calmed the summersaults your stomach was doing — if only for a little.

"I guess the real question is: do you want to keep it?"

"Yes." You blurted out. Your speed in answering shocked even you. You hadn't even decided what that answer would be until that moment. It was almost like it just clicked.

That night, you and Saeran splurged on all the prenatal vitamins you could get your hands on. The next morning, you booked your first ultrasound. Weeks passed that felt like years. And somehow, your belly seemed to grow every day. After a while, it looked like you swallowed a basketball.

Most nights you would sleep next to a picture of Saeyoung, wishing with all of your being that he would come home. Sometimes you would text his phone and pretend you were giving him updates. Every time you heard it ring right next to you, a piece of your spirit seemed to crumble.

Saeran would always bring extra food for you. Most dinners would end with you crying over something trivial as your pregnant brain tried to make sense of the situation. Sometimes you would put your phone on your chest and play Saeyoung's favorite songs for the baby to hear. Sometimes you would even play videos of him talking, but it usually hurt too much for you to hear it for long.

On a random Wednesday afternoon, you were inspecting your stomach in different angles in the mirror. You were about finished with your first trimester and still dealing with some nausea. You started to poke at the bump in a childish manner, still feeling it like it was all a dream. Getting antsy, you walked to the couch and plopped down. You were about to call Saeran to see when he would be home when you heard a key turn in the lock of the front door.

Where even was he? You wondered, shrugging and getting up to greet him. As you turned the corner, the door was halfway open and you noticed that whoever was coming in had red hair. Saeran still bleached his hair white. You froze, not knowing where to go or what to do. The door opened fully to reveal Saeyoung, the one and only. His eyes met yours before looking down to your bump. His smile faded as gawked at it, dropping the duffel bag in his hand. His hand moved to his mouth before falling back down to his side.

Suddenly you felt scared. Like all your nightmares of him not wanting the baby were manifesting right before your eyes. Your panicked thoughts almost made you want to run and hide. Then you saw him start to cry. You had never seen him cry.

"Is it..."

"It's a b-boy." You knew what he was asking. Your hand went to your stomach almost instinctually. He blinked a few times.

"Listen... I kept him because I-" You stopped talking once it registered that he was walking over to you. Your brows furrowed together as he stopped right in front you. He slowly lifted his right hand and placed it on your bump. He smiled so wide that you thought his cheeks would surely explode. In one clean motion he picked you up and kissed you hard. You grabbed his hair and inhaled the scent of him. Of who you had been waiting for.

He put you down before saying, "Sorry, that was a little rough."

You laughed and shook your head. You grabbed his face and pulled his lips onto yours again, feeling the heat of his face. He shoved his tongue into your mouth and you groaned, feeling a sense of certainty after months of adversity. He pulled away and looked down at your bump again, placing both hands on it gently. The smile never left his face. You had never seen him seem quite so bright.

"So... you're happy about this?" You asked, residue of the past few months still hot on your skin.

"Are you kidding..." he breathed, rubbing your clothed stomach gently with his thumbs. "Did you think I wouldn't be?"

"I don't know." You looked off to the side. "I was just scared and I didn't know what to do or when you were coming back. We never had even talked about... this." You gestured downwards.

He sighed, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I wanted to come back. I never even wanted to leave." He kissed your forehead. "I was stuck in a bunker for most of it and I couldn't leave before completing the mission. I couldn't risk coming home and them finding me… finding you."

He gently cupped your face and kissed you. "I'm sorry." A tear ran down his cheek. You wiped it with your thumb, rubbing gently circles on his cheek.

"Of course I want this. I want you. I want you and I to have lots of babies."

You laughed softly. "Well, I did hear about your baby book." His face turned red. "What were some of the names on there, hm?"

He shook his head. "Those are definitely not going to see the light of day."

You scoffed. You gave him another pop kiss before wrapping your arms around his torso. "We're not even married, y'know."

"So, what you're saying is that you want to get married." He said, with a big fat grin on his face.

"Well I wanted it to be your idea." You laughed. "But I guess I have to get the plan moving."

Out of nowhere, he scooped you up and began walking towards your shared bedroom. You gasped and lightly slapped his shoulder for scaring you. He smiled and set you down onto the edge of the bed. He fumbled with his jean pocket before kneeling down. Your eyes widened.

"Okay, so, you kind of ruined the surprise when you talked about getting married but," he pulled out a small box. He opened it and a small ring with a ruby jewel glistening in glory at its top stared back at you. "Marry me."

Now, it was your turn to smile wide. After a moment, you shook your head "yes" vigorously, unable to form the word.

"I really want you to say it." His boyish grin sent your heart soaring.

"Yes."

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I finally wrote for Seven! Don’t worry, though, I’ll be back to writing Jumin very soon. I’ve seen that I have acquired some fellow Jumin-lover readers. :) I plan on making a very fluffy part two to this soon as well! I didn’t add everything I wanted to just for the sake of keeping this bite-sized.

Thank you to everyone who has been saying such sweet things about my writing; it means so much to me! I also wanted to mention that if any of you have requests for a fic just let me know! Sometimes I get stuck and don’t have any ideas T_T. As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate you <3

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Paper Rings | Jumin

Warnings: Insecurity & self-esteem issues. Angst! It gets resolved in the end though don't worry.

The cold water served as a punishment while it dripped down your shaking limbs. The wide shower area that would always be steaming with hot air made you feel even more frigid as the steam was gone. The drip of the water from the shower head was the only sound that kept you grounded.

You couldn't tell if you were crying. You were sure that you were, as your back heaved and your throat sobbed silently. Still, your face could've just been wet from the shower. Finding no definitive answer, you decided to just keep at whatever you were doing. Crying or not.

It was late. You should've been asleep. You were reminded of the late hour as you heard the faint sound of the door to the penthouse click open. It was then followed by his usual uniform steps from the door to your bedroom. You could almost see him; see him opening the door softly only to discover that you weren't in bed. It was only a matter of time until he realized the shower was running. It suddenly came to you that he was very close to opening the bathroom door. Your eyes widened before quickly standing from your huddled position and jumping to the door to lock it. Just then, your husband's voice came from the other side of the wood.

"Love, why are you up at this hour?" He said while juggling the doorknob. "And why did you lock the door?"

Droplets of what you were sure now were tears puddled at your lower lash line. You squeezed your eyes to force them out.

"(Y/N)? What's troubling you? You never lock the door."

Again, you could practically see him. See him leaning on the door with his tie hanging loosely around his shirt collar. You could see his pressed dress pants creased only at the top of his thighs. You could see his shirt tucked in perfectly with only one button undone at the top. He always undid that one on the elevator.

"Are you alright?" His voice reminded you of the current situation. You knew that he would break open the door thinking that you were hurt if you didn't say something. Anything. But it was hard to force any words out.

"Y...Yes. I just wanted a shower." Your voice wouldn't convince anyone of your pretend tranquility.

"Hm," he paused. "I wanted to join you. Or perhaps you're almost finished?"

"Mhm. I'll be out soon." You mustered out. He hovered next to the door for a few moments before you heard him walk back towards the bed. You let out a breath.

Pull yourself together. You thought, harshly wiping away at your face. You pressed cold water onto your eyes to minimize their puffiness; doing so didn't seem to work. Letting yourself sob once more before bottling it all up, you turned off the water. You silently patted yourself on the back for thinking to bring in your pajamas into the shower, lest you had to walk past Jumin in a towel to get them.

You allowed yourself to put on the white shorts and pinstriped tank top slowly, giving yourself more time to tuck away the sadness. Every time you almost started to cry, you either shook your head or lightly slapped your cheek. It was something you did ever since you were little, almost as if to say suck it up and stop it. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you felt and looked disheveled — all the more reason to feel so horrible.

You shook your head for the last time, finger brushed through your hair, and opened the door. At the end of the walkway was Jumin sitting at the edge of the bed undoing his shirt buttons. Seeing him smile at you made your heart drop. But your seemingly primal attraction to him forced you to make small steps towards him until you were a few feet away. He reached out his arms and lightly grabbed your waist, pulling you in between his legs. It felt strange to see the top of his head as he was sitting and you were standing. His fingers ran up and down your torso before squeezing your hips gently.

"Mmm. I was glad to find you awake." He pressed the tip of his nose to your now slightly exposed abdomen and inhaled. Your husband looked up at you, forcing you to fake a half-smile. He grinned back at you before placing his hands behind your knees and pushing them in his direction, making you sink into his lap. He peppered kisses all over your collarbone and neck, squeezing your sides. You bit your lip to contain the tears starting to form in your eyes. He kept at it, kissing practically your entire neck and shoulders, all the while you tried to stop crying. All of a sudden, he stopped. He pulled back and looked at your face, his features falling at the sight of yours.

"(Y/N)... what happened?" He swiped a stray tear with his thumb. "Why are you crying?"

Your bottom lip quivered and you pulled away, smashing your palms against your face in a vain attempt to conceal yourself.

"Hey," he grabbed your wrists and pried them away from your face. "Look at me."

Your eyes went everywhere except to his face. You couldn't control the fierce pools of tears that kept falling.

"Don't... don't hide from me, (Y/N)." His voice seemed to be almost pleading. His concern only made you ball harder, causing you to shut your eyes and swallow a heave. You felt him grab your face and kiss your forehead. His small gesture calmed you down slightly, allowing you to open your eyes again. You were met with his staring right back at you.

"I'm sorry." It was all you could manage to say. It was all that could encapsulate everything that you were feeling.

"Excuse me?" You almost laughed at his formalities even while he was at home with his wife.

"Why are you-"

"Because of everything, Jumin!" He looked taken aback by the tone of your voice. You never really even used his name. It was always "my love" or "dearest." You could tell that you saying it in this manner bothered him.

"Everything? What do you mean?"

You suddenly felt trapped — like everything was going to cave in on you. You got off of his lap and stood up. Seeing his face full of hurt made you spin around.

"I just... I can't."

You heard him stand up. "What are you saying?"

You shook your head, unable to verbalize any of your thoughts.

"Wait..." he said, reaching around you and grabbing your hand. "You're... you're not wearing your ring." You realized then that you left it on the counter when you went to take your shower.

"Are you..." he shook his head. "No you can't be."

Your eyes widened, realizing that he must think that you want to leave him. Before you could deny it he said, "I need you. You can't..."

"That's not it." He looked at you briefly before looking back down at your bare hand.

"I forgot to put it back on when I got out of the shower," you explained. He let out a breath.

"Then why are you behaving this way?"

A stray tear fell down your left cheek. "I just... I want to make myself better for you but I don't know how," you choked out.

Jumin looked at you puzzled, opening his mouth to say something before you cut him off.

"Have you read those articles about us? They say that I'm a pathetic excuse for a Han. They say that you should've chosen Sarah."

"You know that those imbeciles will only write the lie that will best sell their paper. They don't-"

"Do you know what your father said to me on our wedding day?" You wiped away the tears on your face. "He said that it was only a matter of time until you realized that I'm not good enough for you. That I should just take the settlement money and be glad that I got to spend two seconds with you."

His facial expressions turned angry as he rubbed his face hard with his hand. "(Y/N)... I can't even begin to explain to you how deeply disturbed and evil my father is. You know that all he ever wanted was for me to marry some wealthy heiress at random to expand the company."

"And I'm not an heiress!" You screamed. The volume scared even you. "I'm not rich or pretty enough to be with you. I don't fit into your world." You let out a sob.

You breathed slowly for a few moments. "I went to your office yesterday."

"Why in the world didn't you go to assistant Kang? I would've had you in my office within seconds."

"I didn't go to Jaehee because I saw you through the glass talking to a woman." You paused. "I know you're not a cheater. But I know... I know that you wanted to."

He looked confused before shaking his head. "My love, you're mistaken. I didn't-"

"How could you not?" You wiped away stray tears again. "She was beautiful. And she must've been powerful to be talking directly to you. I felt so stupid just standing there as some nobody vying for your attention when I clearly already lost. I know that you should be with someone like h-her."

You breathed heavily and felt your entire body shake. "I thought that I could overcome it but I can't. I can't be her."

"I don't want you to be." His tone was firm. He looked you over once more before pulling out a piece of crumpled paper out of his pocket. He inspected it before handing it over to you. Curious, you took it, unfolding it and returning it to its original shape. All over it were doodles of ring designs.

"What..." you ran your fingers over the designs. "What are these?"

"They are concepts for the anniversary ring I am commissioning for you." He smiled slightly. "That was what I was doing in the meeting with her."

Red hot embarrassment crept up your neck. You stared at the paper rings before Jumin stepped closer to you and took your chin in his hand.

"Listen to me." He voice was soft, almost like what he said was an involuntary whisper. "You are all I think about. I awake thinking about much I'll miss you when I go to the office and I leave the office thinking of how I'll make it up to you for leaving."

His hand found purchase on your hip once more, bringing you closer together. "I look at you and I see a future. I used to think that all there was to live for was work and business. But I found meaning within you."

He stroked pieces of your hair softly. "You know that I paid Luciel in those awfully unhealthy chips to tell me what you were up to in that apartment."

You smiled for the first time that night. "You were spying on me?"

"I was figuring out how to court you."

A laugh bubbled through your throat. "Court me?" You brought his hand up to your cheek and rested your face in his palm. "It didn't matter. I had a crush on you the whole time."

"Oh?" He leaned down a kissed you softly. His lips barely touched yours for a few moments and you could feel his breathing on your teeth. He closed the gap and kissed you harder. You grabbed his face and pulled him closer — if that was even possible. Your hands traveled to his hair before you pulled on it with a little force. He grunted at the sensation, grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up. You squeaked when your back hit the wall. Your body was pressed between the wall and his body; his hands gripping your thighs.

“Please don't ever change." He panted, so close that you felt the movement of his lips on yours. You shook your head and shoved your mouth onto his.

The two of you shared a few wet kisses before he pulled away again and said, "I mean it, (Y/N). I don't care what the media or my father says about you." He gave you a quick pop kiss.

"You're my girl." His hands squeezed your thighs tighter. "And I like what's mine the way that it is."

You closed the gap and kissed him again, grabbing at the back of his neck. "Only if you'll kiss me like this forever."

He grinned, looking you right in the eye. "Oh, I plan to do a lot more than just kiss you." He suddenly spun around and dropped you down onto the bed. You laughed loudly and he crawled on top of you.

"Deal."

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I would like to apologize for writing so much Jumin stuff I can't help it T_T. The thing is that Seven is a very close second to Jumin for me (in terms of my favorite) but I find it so hard to write him because of his super distinct personality and "vibe" — for lack of a better word. There are some people who can easily write him while others (me) find it hard. I have TONS of unfinished drafts of Seven fics but he stumps me :,). I've always found Jumin and Zen easy to write so that's why I do so many of them lol. But hopefully soon I'll be able to add some variety! Either way, though, I hope this is good for the Jumin babes (me again).

#mystic messenger fic #jumin han x reader #jumin han #mystic messenger #jumin mystic messenger #jumin mysme #mysme jumin #i am way too obsessed with a fictional character

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thegod606 · 4 years ago

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Firsts | Zen

NSFW

Contains: Praise + some fluff with a hint of angst that quickly gets resolved

Your relationship with Zen was nothing less than blissful. His romantic ways and loving gestures set your heart racing each and every time. He always treated you like a rare diamond, always careful not to break you. Of course, you loved his overprotective ways and found his containment cute but you wanted more.

Nothing ever got farther then tasteful make out sessions, even despite moving in with him. He was always careful and never went too far. Or far enough.

You paced around the bedroom you two shared, wanting to tell him that you were ready. That you wanted him in every way possible. Did you even want to tell him? Yes, of course you did. This was no time to contradict yourself. You fell onto the bed you both slept in where only sleep and cuddles occurred; but that was about to change.

"(Y/N)? I'm home!" The male voice you adored hearing called out.

"I'm in here!" You yelled, getting up from your sprawled mess on the bed. He instantly found his way to you, grinning widely when his crimson eyes fell on you.

"Oh, babe! I missed you so much!"

He rested one knee on the bed, leaning in to give you a small peck on the lips. Your smile sent his heart soaring just like it always did.

"I missed you too. A lot actually..."

His smile thickened, if possible, at your comment and leaned in to kiss you again. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him that much closer, and making the kiss that much more intense. He placed his arms on your hips, lightly squeezing them when his tongue entered your mouth. He tasted like vanilla mixed with something else you could never put your finger on. Still deep in the kiss, you slipped his bleached white jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall gently down his arms and onto the floor. Zen pulled out of the kiss, his eyes widening.

"(Y/N)-"

You cut him off by smashing your lips together once again. Your hands were shaking uncontrollably as you reached out for his black tank top. You grabbed at it, taking fistfuls of the fabric causing the shirt to rise up and expose Zen's lower abdomen. Feeling bold, you ran your thumb across his bellybutton. Zen grabbed your hand and once again pulled away from the heated kiss. His hand was shaking too.

He looked absolutely flabbergasted. His mouth kept opening and closing as if he wasn't sure which thought he should articulate to you. He shook his head and said, "Hold on, babe. I need to go calm down." It was then that you noticed the severe blush on his pale skin and the small tent that formed on his pants. He let out a breath and turned from you. For a second you almost let him go, too afraid of seeming desperate. But desperate you were.

"Zen, stop." You reached out for his hand and tugged it towards you. He spun around slowly and furrowed his eyebrows.

He shook his head again. "(Y/N), you don't get it. I have to calm down." He somehow managed to get even more red.

"No, Zen, you don't understand. I want to help you calm down."

Eyes widening into moons, he let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a sigh and whimper. He collected himself and shook his head vigorously and let go of your hand. "(Y/N), please. You don't know what you're asking from me."

He turned once again from you. His legs carried him quickly out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. You would have none of it. You went after him.

"I do understand."

He stopped walking but still couldn't face you. After a moments pause he started up his strides again.

"What about me disgusts you so much?" Your voice wavered and cracked. Tears pooled at your waterline. Your comment made him spin around nearly as fast as before.

"That's... that's not it."

You bit your bottom lip out of frustration and out of not wanting the sob building up in your lungs to come out.

"Ah, babe, don't cry..." He took a step towards you but now it was your turn to recoil away from him.

"I know that I've never done this before and that I'm not like the supermodels you work with but I love you." You hugged yourself to try and soothe your furious heart. "All this time I thought that you were just trying to take it slow but am I really that bad?"

His mouth opened and closed again; the words couldn't seem to reach him. "Thats not it." He said again. This time it was firm. He started to fidget with his belt loops. "How... how could you say that about yourself?"

You couldn't help but glare at him. "Because my boyfriend won't even go to second base with me. Because every time I touch him he runs away from me."

The sob you were trying to keep down erupted out of your throat. A silence fell upon the room. It was so thick that a knife could cut right through it. Minutes of unadulterated quiet plagued your apartment while your mind raced and raced.

"I'm afraid." His voice echoed off the marshmallow white walls. You looked at him, puzzled.

"I'm afraid to go to second base with you. I'm afraid to go to any base with you."

"You're... afraid?"

"(Y/N), don't you see? Don't you see what you do to me? You touch my stomach for one second and I lose my shit." He paused. "I want you so bad. I want you all of the time. Every second."

You remembered all of the times that you grabbed at his chest or tried to feel the soft skin of his back and how he got so flustered he had to leave.

"Do you know how many times I've almost lost control with you? You turn on something in me that I didn't even know was there."

You squeezed yourself tighter. "I... I-I want you to lose control." Finally, you closed the space between him and you. You grabbed his left hand and brought it up to cup your breast through your shirt. He inhaled sharply and seemed to fight himself.

"Stop fighting it, Zen. I want you." You squeezed his hand.

He retracted his hand and sighed loudly. "What if I hurt you? What if I actually lose my shit and something happens?"

You shook your head. "It doesn't matter."

He scoffed. "Of fucking course it matters. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I couldn't live with myself if I did something to you. How do you have such little regard for yourself?"

"You know why it doesn't matter? Because I want this. I want you to fuck me. Hurt me if you have to. I won't run away." The conviction in your voice startled even you. His face got red again and he dragged his hand across his cheeks.

"You can't say shit like that." His voice sounded strained. That wasn't a no. You knew what you had to do to get him to comply. With unsteady hands, you lifted your blush pink tank top over your head and tossed it on the floor. He looked at you with restrained shock. You weren't finished. You kept eye contact with him while bringing your hands behind your back and unclasping your nude bra. It hung loosely on your shoulders for a moment before you let it drop.

You sauntered over with light steps and pressed your breasts to his chest. He inhaled sharply, his bottom lip quivering. You almost had him. Softly lifting his top, you ran your hands across his stomach like you had done just minutes ago. His whole body shook.

You got up on your tip toes and whispered into his ear. "Fuck me."

What sounded like a grunt rumbled deep in his throat. Suddenly, he gripped your thighs and hoisted you up. He slammed you against the wall, carrying you with ease. The kiss that followed was the hottest and wettest that you had ever known. Your hands found purchase in his hair as he bit and sucked on your lips and neck. He bit down on your collarbone which made you squeal and drag your nails across his scalp. He shivered and readjusted his grip on you before carrying you quickly towards your shared bedroom. He practically dropped you onto the mattress and the sheets danced around your legs. He stared at your topless form for a few seconds before throwing off his midnight tank top.

He crawled onto you, picking a spot right above your pajama shorts to suck on. You gasped and covered your mouth to prevent any embarrassing sounds from escaping. You could feel your wetness growing by the second. Out of instinct, your hips buckled up towards Zen's face. He paid no mind and kept sucking on that one spot. It was driving you crazy.

"Mmmph." You groaned, bringing your hands down to take off your shorts. That caught his attention. He stopped his sucking, grabbed your hands and brought them up over your head.

"Keep them there." Those three words almost had you groaning again. You squirmed and felt heat travel up your stomach. Butterflies were swarming in your insides and it was almost unbearable.

He looked up at you and said, "I wanted to take my time with you but those faces you're making are driving me crazy."

You watched as he slid your shorts down your legs, dragging them down slowly. You practically kicked them off once they reached your feet. Your legs spread as if they had a mind of their own.

"Fuck." He breathed, looking at your bare chest and panties. Sitting there frozen, he just stared at your vulnerable state. You squirmed some more and rubbed your thighs together to get some relief. That seemed to snap him out of what ever trance he was in because he gently grabbed your knees and spread your legs once again. You moaned at his touch.

He looked down at his pants and shifted his position. He looked uncomfortable. As if reading your mind he said, "I haven't even really touched you and yet you're making these pretty little noises just for me." He let out a shaky breath. "As if you even needed to make me harder."

He sat upright and fumbled with his button. His fingers shook so furiously that he kept missing the hole and couldn't get the button through. You mimicked his sitting position and unbuttoned his pants for him. He stared in awe and you crouched down under him and took his zipper in your teeth. You dragged it down ever-so-slowly.

"Fuck this." He pushed you back down to fall on your back and made quick work of his pants. They fell next to his forgotten shirt. He went back down towards your heat and took off your panties with haste. A rush of cold air hit you all over. It seemed to bring you back to reality and you suddenly were hyper aware of your nakedness. Insecurity overcame you as your mind flashed images of Zen's past costars and their superhuman beauty. Using your shivering arms, you hugged yourself once again but this time it was to cover up your chest. Your knees snapped together as a vain attempt to hide what Zen already saw.

"Babe... what's wrong?" He climbed on top of you again, his bare chest radiating warmth. It was comforting. You looked up at him through your lashes and found that he was staring right back at you.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked. It was very clear that his body didn't want to stop. You could almost feel the throbbing in his boxers. It was endearing that he cared that much for you.

"No! Don't stop." You whimpered, squeezing your chest out of frustration. You wanted this. Why couldn't you just get over yourself?

"Angel... why are you crying?"

You hadn't even realized it until you tasted salt from the tears reaching your mouth. Your eyes widened out of pure embarrassment. You turned away and smushed the side of your face into the comforter.

"It's fine just keep going." Was all you could manage. You couldn't even look him in the eye. You had ruined everything.

You felt tender fingers wipe away your tears. "(Y/N), just tell me what's bothering you. Don't hide from me." He let out a breath. "Please."

You dug your nails into your skin and squeezed your eyes shut. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ruined everything. I just want..." You met his eyes for a moment before looking away again. "I want to be good enough for you."

His face turned briefly grim before morphing into sadness. He cupped your cheek and turned your head to face his.

"You're so oblivious." His voice was low, almost at a whisper. You gave him a confused look.

"You're so oblivious, (Y/N). I'm so attracted to you that right now my loose-fitting underwear has become too tight." He shook his head. "Sometimes when I wake up before you I look at you and almost cry. I almost cry because I can't believe that you're mine. Because I get to spend forever with you."

You bit your bottom lip. Hard.

"God. I want to touch you all the time. You're so oblivious to how much I always wish I could be kissing you. I look at other girls around me and I can't even imagine for a second being with them because it disgusts me. You're the only person I want."

Your grip on your chest loosened. "Let me show you how much I want you." His voice turned husky again and he slid back down to your heat. He caressed your inner thighs for a few seconds before gently running the pad of his thumb up and down your slit. You stifled a moan and suddenly understood why there were so many songs about sex. He dragged his tongue across your clit agonizingly slowly. You grabbed his hair to ground yourself and threw your head back. When he began sucking you lost your mind.

Right as your vision started to blur he stopped and said, "I wish I could keep going but I really can't wait anymore." You looked down and saw his boxers attempting to contain his erection. It looked painful. He stood on his knees, slid his boxers down and kicked them off. Your head spun as your eyes landed on his dick. It was hard to stifle your newfound fear; you weren't sure it would even fit.

He gently grabbed your knees and pulled them apart, placing his torso in between your thighs. You thought your heart would burst from your chest. Zen's arms reached out to yours still covering your chest. He removed them from their position and kissed each of your palms before putting them back down. He allowed himself to run his hands over your chest and stomach, making your back arch slightly. Just him touching you left you breathless.

He leaned down and asked, "Are you ready?" Your breathing quickened and your hands began to shake anew.

As a trembling mess you replied, "Mhm." It was barely audible.

"Are you sure?" You could feel him start to shake as well. Was he scared? There was no way. His pause furthered your impatience.

"If you don't put your dick in me right now I s-swear to god that you're sleeping outside tonight."

He laughed nervously and let out a shaky breath. "Okay... just... tell me if it hurts, okay? Tell me to stop."

You nodded and braced yourself. His unsteady hand pushed your thighs to the side even more to spread your legs as much as possible. He gave them a small squeeze as if you to say it'll be okay. Trust me. He positioned himself and you could feel his tip right at your entrance. The anticipation was going to be the death of you. He looked back down at you and interlaced one of your hands. He gripped your hand tight as he slowly entered you.

Your breath hitched and you shut your eyes so hard that your eyelashes crashed against your cheeks. Your whole body felt like it was on fire.

"Fuck." Zen breathed through gritted teeth. You opened your eyes to see him make the hottest face you had ever seen. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth hung open in an O shape.

"Fuck fuck fuck." He said, louder this time. He was all the way in at this point. You felt him fill this hole that you never knew was there. You kept thinking about how you never wanted to feel empty again. You groaned and grabbed onto his back with your free hand.

"Fuck, (Y/N). You're bleeding." He sounded angry. At himself. You looked down and saw a streak of blood running down your thigh.

"I knew I shouldn't have done this. I'm sorry." He whispered before starting to retract from you.

"No." You said, pulling him back onto you with both hands. "Don't stop."

He shook his head. His eyes looked everywhere except at yours. "(Y/N), I can't. I-"

"Please." You begged, tightening your grip on him. You grabbed his face and kissed him with unadulterated passion and lust. It reminded you of all those times that you tried to tell him with your mouth how much you wanted him. This time was no exception.

You took his hand and said, "Just... move, Zen. I can take it. I want you to."

He paused before placing a wet kiss on your forehead and doing what he was told. He let out an exasperated noise, pulling in and out of you in a slow manner. Pieces of his hair fell of his shoulders and cascaded down like a waterfall of snow. You never wanted to leave this moment.

"Faster." You whispered. He looked at you almost inquisitively; like he wasn't sure if he should listen. But, you were his everything, so he obliged. His pace started to quicken. And quicken. You began to mewl and moan at all the sensations you were feeling. Your nails dug into his back as you brought your chests closer; your bouncing breasts slapped against his slick, sweaty pecks. He groaned and went even faster.

You could feel it the second he truly let himself go with you. He started to pound into you so hard that all you could do was scream with pleasure. You pulled his hair and wrapped your legs around his back; anything to remind yourself that you were human and that you were on earth.

"Zen!" You cried, feeling a knot form in your stomach that you wanted to release.

"S... say my real name." He groaned. For a moment you were surprised. Zen hated his real name; he would jump every time you used it. So you stopped. But this is what he wanted and you were happy to give him it.

"Hyun." You moaned directly into his ear. He buried his head into your shoulder and came right then and there. You followed soon thereafter.

He managed to pull himself out before he fell down next to you, breaths coming fast and quick. You were panting as well. You two laid there for a few minutes, calming your heart rates and trying to level your breathing. Zen pulled himself up on his elbow and looked at you, scanning your body.

He broke the silence. "Do you feel okay? Are you hurt?"

You laughed softly, turning your head to face his. Giving him a pop kiss you said, "I feel... I feel amazing."

He smiled and pushed your sweat-soaked hair behind your ears. The room definitely didn't feel cold any longer. Your eyes fell to his chest where he had scratch marks all over. You suddenly felt guilty.

"Do those hurt?" You asked, gently running your fingers across them.

"Not really." He said and grabbed your fingers, kissing each one individually. "They're kind of hot, actually."

You turned red and smacked his shoulder playfully.

"Perv." You retorted, rolling your eyes while trying to withhold a laugh.

"As I recall, you were the one who begged me to... hmm... what were your words exactly? Oh, that's right. To fuck you."

"You're an asshole." You said, feeling embarrassed. You looked away.

"Aw come on, my love. You know that I love you." He turned your face to look at him and kissed your nose. You shook your head and pointed to your already pink and slightly swollen lips. He laughed and kissed you on those, too.

You ended up under the covers and cuddled (very nakedly) for a few hours. You were stroking his hair when he spoke. "Can I ask you something?"

You grinned and said, "You can ask me anything."

"This might sound weird but I... I just... I have to know." Stammering was very unlike your boyfriend. You gestured as if to say go on.

"Why did you... wait? I-I mean wait to do... y'know... this."

His question startled you. It wasn't that you were ashamed but it was strange to hear him ask. It was also strange to see him so flustered. You must've taken a while to respond because he said, "It's just that you're so... so... you. You're so perfect and beautiful and... I just— there's no way that you never got the chance, I mean." He paused. "You don't have to answer but..."

"Zen, it's okay. Calm down. I'm not mad." You giggled, twirling strands of his hair in between your fingers. He seemed relieved at your response.

"I mean... I did get the chance. I had a lot of chances looking back." You stopped to think. "The one that sticks out was this one time where I had been dating this guy for three months. I remember because it was our anniversary. We literally were in his bed completely naked and we were this close—"

"Okay, okay. That's fucking disgusting. Don't... I don't like to think about you with other guys." His hand on your waist pulled you closer to him, almost like he thought he could just keep you there. You didn't hate the idea. You kissed his nose. Twice.

"Long story short I chickened out. He got all mad and called me a slut and told me to stop 'stringing people along.' Except we had never even talked about it. I never said that I would... whatever." You wiped a tear from your eye. "It doesn't matter now. I guess that I was always scared. Of what it would do to the relationship or what it would do to me."

Zen opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off before he could. "But you were different. I was never scared with you. I knew what I wanted and I knew that it wouldn't change your opinion of me."

Your lover smiled and cupped your face. He ambushed you with kisses all over your features. You giggled and felt happiness. True happiness.

"Well... I hope you know that we're going to do it again." He kissed your lips. "A lot."

You smirked and let your hand wander down beneath the covers. "I'll look forward to it."

#mystic messenger #zen mystic messenger #mysme zen #zen x reader #mystic messenger zen #mystical after hours

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thegod606 · 4 years ago

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I Love You | Jumin

Warnings: Language and mentions of sex

The air was warm as you felt a soft hand caress your cheek. You smiled softly, opening your eyes to see Jumin. He traced your dimples with his index finger while letting the other ones glide against your skin. His touch made you feel hot inside yet always made you shiver. You brought your hand up to his face and brushed aside the rogue strands that fell upon his eyebrows. Your hand then snaked it's way up and down his exposed arm, leaving supple goosebumps in its wake.

"I don't plan on stopping anytime soon," you giggled. Inching closer, you gave him a soft pop kiss as your hand went under the covers to trace his abdomen and torso.

You remembered the first time Jumin had exposed his upper half to you. It was a few months into the relationship as, even though it didn't seem like it, he was very shy. You two were laying on his grossly oversized couch talking about who-knows-what when Jumin started to shift as if he was uncomfortable. You asked him what was bothering him and he responded by telling you that his dress shirt had felt too tight all day. You recall feeling taken aback as Jumin always seemed so perfect and organized that it felt as though he could never make a mistake (like picking an ill-fitting shirt).

"I-I didn't mean it like that! I just meant that... y'know... it's your house and you should feel comfortable."

"I want to be a gentleman, (Y/N). Gentlemen don't undress in front of women at random."

You huffed and rolled your eyes. "Jumin, this isn't the 19th century. If you want to take the shirt off, take the shirt off. Don't feel like you have to be so rigid around me." You paused, "I like you and I want us to be comfortable around each other."

You two went back and forth about it. All the while he kept asking if you were sure. You assured him every single time that it was fine. After much deliberation, he finally agreed.

Jumin wasn't your first boyfriend. But ever since the beginning you had felt different with him. You felt this attraction to him that you had never felt before. That's why when he slowly unbuttoned his shirt you suddenly felt hot and began to squirm. You fidgeted with the couch cushion as he finally slipped out of his business shirt. Of course, he folded it neatly and placed it on the armrest beside him. You couldn't help but sneak a glance. Except, the glance quickly turned into hardcore staring.

You realized what you were doing and spat out, "Oh my god I'm so sorry." Forcing yourself to look down, you felt heat creep up your neck and ears. He let out what sounded like a laugh and his hand rested on your shoulder.

"(Y/N), look at me."

You shook your head like a child; trying to calm yourself down turned out to be a difficult feat. He sighed, cupping your face and maneuvering it to face him. You bit your bottom lip awkwardly. As always, he saw your nervous action and smiled slightly before kissing you. It was slow and calm, unlike your heart rate. His mouth was hot, so hot and all you could feel was heat and warmth and light. Caught up in the moment, you blurted, "I want to touch you."

Like before, you couldn't believe what had just come out of your mouth. This was the type of thing that Jumin brought out of you. But, instead of recoiling or looking confused, he stared into your eyes before tenderly grabbing your hand. You watched as he placed it on his chest. His heart felt erratic just like yours. You began to run your hands all over his skin. He seemed to shiver at the sensation of your fingers. You had been bold all night. Why not be a bit bolder?

You felt every hair on his chest stand up and he even winced when you ran over his waistline right above his pants. You couldn't stop. It was like his skin was your addiction. You knew it did something to him too from all of his reactions. You saw his legs and hands start to shake.

Jumin Han. C&R's best and brightest. The most stoic and cold man to walk the earth shaking at your touch.

"(Y/N)-" he got cut off by his own grunt as you placed a wet kiss right in the center of his chest.

"(Y/N)..." he continued, "you have to stop. I don't know how much longer I can take this before I lose control."

You grabbed his head and kissed him again with feverish haste.

Panting, you said, "It's fine. I can wait." You knew then that you two had something special. Something that would last.

And now, years later, being in bed naked with the love of your life, you felt content. Just like all those years ago, he shivered at your touch on his stomach. Although, not as much as before.

"Don't tease, my love. It isn't right." He said, placing another pop kiss on your lips.

"What?" You giggled. "You know this is my favorite place to touch." You ran your fingers over his bellybutton one last time before resting them on his hipbone.

"I think I can think of a place you would like to touch even more."

You laughed loudly as he climbed on top of you. He leaned down to kiss you in a more passionate manner but a loud thud from downstairs stopped him midway. You sat up, forcing him to do the same.

"Oh no. I have to go check on him." You tried to get out of him bed but Jumin grasped your hips and pulled you back down.

"He'll be fine, (Y/N). He's a grown man." He started kissing your neck. "Now where were we?"

You shook your head. "Jumin, you saw how drunk he was last night. He could have fallen or gotten hurt."

Your lover sighed solemnly, never wanting to part with you. You gave him a small smile before pulling his face to yours and kissing him one last time.

"I'll be back soon. Don't miss me too much" You swung your legs over the mattress and quickly wrapped yourself in a robe hanging from your bedroom door. Jumin watched you with loving eyes the entire time. You heard him huff while you closed the bedroom door behind you. You quickly made your way down the stairs and into the living room where you saw Zen holding himself up on the side of the couch. You rushed over to help him.

"(Y/N)!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms around you. You took the opportunity to sit him back down on the couch.

"You know, you guys are so nice for letting me sleep here last night. I was so wasted!" The way his words were slurring slightly made you believe that he was still a little wasted. You also noticed a half empty beer bottle on the kitchen counter that certainly wasn't Jumin's.

"Don't worry about it. You know we love you."

His expression fell at hearing your words. "Jumin doesn't love me very much."

You smiled, shaking your head. "Jumin cares about you, Zen. You may not be his favorite person in the world but he does care."

He looked down at the marbled floor, seeming to be lost in thought. You smoothed down the hairs sticking up on the back of his head from sleeping on the couch all night. He suddenly grasped your hand, gripping it in his. He brought his head back up and stared at you.

"(Y/N)..." he paused. "Do you know why I got so shit-faced last night?"

You looked at him, puzzled. His grip on your hand tightened.

"It's... isn't it obvious?" His eyes looked at yours almost like they were pleading. For what, you didn't know. You racked your brain for a possible reason. Maybe he got rejected for a role? Did he tell you about it and you forgot?

"(Y/N)... it's because I went to an engagement party." He paused again. Your heart dropped. Your engagement party was last night.

Zen interlaced your fingers together. "I went to the engagement party of the girl that I love."

You froze. Your lungs turned sluggish and your vision blurred. How was this possible? You tried to pull your hand away from him but he just grabbed it tighter.

"I had to watch the girl I love parade around with some arrogant asshole who doesn't deserve her. I had to watch the most perfect girl in the world get snatched away from me. I've had to watch you kiss and hug and... and...." His face contorted with anger.

"Just thinking about the two of you upstairs in... in bed together makes me fucking sick."

One hundred different emotions hit you in one hundred different ways. You didn't even have time to think before he what he said next.

"After I passed out here I woke up in the middle of the night and heard you..." a tear rolled down his cheek. "I heard you moaning his name for hours. Hours."

Red-hot embarrassment and sadness overtook you. You tried to speak but nothing came out. Zen was your best friend. He was like a brother to you. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.

"You were supposed to be with me." He said, bringing your interlaced fingers to his chest. "I had you. We were so close, (Y/N). We were so close. Until he took you away from me."

You and Zen had exchanged (what you had thought) were meaningless flirts for a few weeks when you first joined the RFA. Jumin had always caught your eye but it took him a while to get over himself and to show some attraction towards you. You had never thought that Zen had any serious feelings for you after that. You were wrong.

"I've loved you since the day I met you, (Y/N). I've loved you all these years."

You felt tears build up and you tried to blink them away to no avail.

"Zen... I'm sorry-"

"I can treat you better than he can. I'm a better man. You know it and I know it."

You shook your head and stared at your still interlocked fingers.

He pressed them harder into his chest. "What does he have that I don't? Money? I'm going to make it big, (Y/N). Then you can have all the money you want." More tears fell down his face. "Please."

"Zen... Zen I..." the words wouldn't come out. You knew what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him that you didn't love him. That you loved Jumin. But he was your best friend; you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him.

"I love you." He inched closer to you. So close that you could feel his breath on your face. "Tell me you love me."

Seemingly out of nowhere, he grabbed your face and smashed your lips together. You didn't even have time to react before you felt Zen get ripped away. One look to the side revealed Jumin gripping Zen's shirt with an almost feral expression on his face. Then something happened that you never thought you would ever see. Jumin punched Zen. Hard. Zen fell to the floor but braced his fall with his hands. Blood dripped down from his nose. Almost as fast as his went down, he got up. He swung right back at Jumin. Zen's fist collided with Jumin's chin.

"Stop!" You screamed, not even being able to get up before Jumin recovered and hit Zen square in the gut. He toppled over and grabbed his torso, coughing. It only lasted a few seconds. He rose with a newfound rage and ran towards Jumin. They both fell to the floor, Zen mercilessly punching Jumin while on top of him. Jumin grabbed Zen's fist and twisted it, earning a cry from the white-haired male.

After you got over your initial shock, you ran over to them. "Stop it!" You cried wrapping your arms around Zen's waist to pull him off of your fiancée. He wouldn't budge. Steamy tears dripped down your face as you began sobbing. You pulled and pulled at Zen but nothing worked. Suddenly, the tables turned and Jumin was flipped on top. He gritted his teeth and punched Zen so hard you thought that teeth would come flying out. Zen coughed up blood as you begged, "Please! Jumin, please. Stop!"

Jumin glanced at your hysterical face, softening every so slightly. He glared at Zen before getting off of him and backing away. You sighed, full of relief. But Zen got up and came charging at Jumin once again. You panicked and jumped in front of Zen, blocking his path. You grabbed his shoulder.

"Zen, stop it. Stop. Please." He wouldn't even look at you.

"You son of a bitch. I will kill you." Zen said, completely ignoring you. Still, he did stop his advances. He was inches away from you, panting and bloody. Jumin was the same.

"You will never have her." Jumin replied, spitting blood onto the pristine floor.

"You fucking-"

"ENOUGH." You screamed, in the middle of the two men. Both of them tore their eyes away from each other and looked to you.

"Both of you. Stop it." You swallowed a sob. Your hand dragged across your face to wipe the tears away.

"Zen," you said, turning to him. Even after everything, the glimmer of hope in his eyes nearly sent you to your knees. "Zen... you need to leave."

He looked so heartbroken that you felt your own heart shatter. He looked at Jumin then back to you. Ever-so-slightly cupping your face he whispered, "I'll wait for you."

You heard Jumin angrily coming towards Zen but you put out your hand to stop him.

"Just let him leave, Jumin." You said as calmly as you could manage. You and Jumin watched him and his pummeled face grab his jacket and slam the door. You let out a shaky breath and turned to your lover.

"Oh, Jumin..." you walked over to him, still crying. Blood ran down from several cuts on his face and chin and his nose.

"Jumin... I-I didn't... he-"

"I know. I heard talking and came down to investigate. I heard him..." he paused. "I heard him say he loved you and saw him kiss you. I know you did not engage him."

You stopped a foot away from him, almost as if you were afraid to touch him now. You couldn't control your crying.

He looked pained at the sight of your distress - as if he didn't have enough to worry about. "Don't cry, my love." He closed the gap between you and you cried into his chest. He held you tight.

"I'm so s-sorry." Your voice shook more than you wanted it to.

He brushed through your hair with soft fingers. "Shhh. Don't be sorry." His bare chest felt welcoming and warm. You gripped at his back for purchase while you tried to calm down. You looked down and saw that his pajama pants had spots of blood on them. That snapped you back to reality.

"Come on, Jumin. Let's get you cleaned up." You led him upstairs and to the master bathroom. Everything still looked blurry from your tears but you managed to put the toilet seat down and sit him on it. You grabbed a steel blue wash cloth and ran it under warm water. Your hands shook as you brought it over to him and began to wipe at the cuts. You could tell he was trying not to wince. Your lip quivered at the sight of him like this.

"Darling, I..." you sighed at your (again) loss for words. He nodded as if understanding what wasn't said. He gently placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him. He took your shaking lips into his and wiped away your tears with his thumbs. He knew this would sedate you. You pulled away and rested your forehead against his. You took in his smell and thanked a higher power for the fact that he wasn't severely injured.

After taking a closer and calmer look at his cuts, it was clear that they were superficial and didn't need stitches. His nose stopped bleeding and the swelling went down after placing ice on it and waiting a few hours. He would heal very nicely. Later in the day, you two were back in bed. Jumin was supposed to go into work but, for obvious circumstances, he opted to stay in. You were straddling him and kissing all of his cuts as if to take the pain away. He hummed in contentment.

"You know..." you said, making circles with your fingers in his hair, "you have a really good excuse to ask for sex now."

He quietly laughed, tightening his grip on your thighs. "I can get sex whenever I want." He replied, as cocky as always. You raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really?" You cooed, letting your robe fall off one of your shoulders.

"Watch me."

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