Things could be fine in this fandom if only people, who love the character, respected his darkness and didn’t try to change his traits. It’s not love when you try to change the person you love. It’s not love when you can’t accept everything in this person and want to be blind on some aspects this person has. It’s kinda toxic towards this person.
So I will be more clear. Jumin is multifaceted character and divide him into daddy Jumin and uwu Jumin is not right. He can be soft, he can be possessive and behave like he was in the dlc. It’s his trait, he was like that from the beginning and fix Jumin only because you don’t like his possessiveness or obsessiveness?
Well it will be better for you to find yourself another character or make OC. Because such behavior is disrespectful towards Cheritz and his creation.
- kinky.
- jumin is the type of man to leave you tied to the bed, a vibe nestled against your clit, while he goes to work for the day
- that doesn’t happen SUPER often however, because HE prefers to make you feel good, not some stupid vibrator.
- he loves taking you anywhere and everywhere, he wants everyone to know that you’re HIS
- if you come to work with him, he’ll leave the door open just a fraction while he fucks you. the fact that someone is so likely to walk in is so exciting and arousing to him.
- he’s super into cockwarming too, he’ll have you on his cock whenever and wherever he can. if you’re open to it, he’d be down to have you cockwarm him in his meetings. he really doesn’t care - he just wants to feel you.
- the way he fucks you at work is quick and sloppy, but still always a good time. the way he fucks you at home, however….
- he is so into bondage (this is canon iirc); blindfolds, shibari, gags… he thinks they make you all the more vulnerable to him.
- jumin loves being able to have full control over you, he loves having you at his disposal - mouth gagged, hands tied, blindfold on - looking so pretty for him while he has his way with you
- he’ll occasionally be super vanilla (i.e - on anniversaries) and almost soft, but you both prefer when things are a little… spicier.
I think Jumin and V friendship is so underrated. Just because Jumin's personality is robotic-alike, doesn't mean their friendship is less intriguing. Jumin barely shown his emotion but most of them he was so worried and devastated because of V. I'm sure he cares a lot for V and whenever he couldn't express what he wants to say, he drown in wine, just to forget what had been bothering him, even for a while.
Jumin x MC. NSFW. She's angry with him, but ah- Jumin knows best how to coax her out of it.
She’d been quiet since they left a rather uptight dinner party earlier that evening; Jumin, admittedly, had been rather preoccupied with guests, with other business people. She excused herself halfway through the after dinner cocktail hour and retreated to the courtyard, pretending to be deeply interested in the ornate fountain; with a few glasses of wine and the din of conversation at her back, she grew bored, dizzy, sleepy. Jumin had bought her a new dress for the occasion– royal blue, off-the-shoulder, a scandalous slit along her right leg, and she suddenly felt cheap and attention seeking, wishing she’d thought to grab her shawl from the coatroom before venturing out alone.
Jumin found her long after most of the other guests had left. He wasn’t angry; no, he was anxious because she’d slipped away without him having noticed, and perhaps even a little disappointed in her and himself for the situation at hand. Tentatively, he cupped her elbow and watched her shoulders tense in response, though she didn’t turn around. “Let’s go home, my love,” he said simply; she allowed herself to be led to the car in silence, where she turned toward the window and refused, still, to talk to him.
They arrived home in deafening silence. She faced forward in the elevator ride, arms crossed, cheeks blazing, jaw set firm. Jumin continued to fret, though mostly inward– his heart beat fast, his stomach bottomed out, his head tingled. And when they reached their floor, she stepped away from him with purpose, inserting her key into the door and leaving it wide open for him as she made a bee-line for the bedroom to rid herself of the dress and slip into a nightgown.
Jumin stood in the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine, took a long drink, then bent to pet Elizabeth, who pranced at his feet. Even she felt the tension, and her silky fur was a temporary reprieve for him. He sensed his wife’s presence before he saw her standing there, barefoot and ethereal even in her ire. And he rose to his full height, taking in her face– blotchy and red from crying, all of her makeup stripped clean. Even then, he thought her radiant as an angel, though her silence had begun to wear on him.
“You do realize…” Jumin began, taking her chin in his hand and lifting her face toward his, “that you’re being incredibly stubborn right now.”
She still wouldn’t look him in the eye, though his grip was firm, unrelenting. Not in a possessive or hurtful way, but with a touch that said look at me. Stop being ridiculous. She continued to stare at the floor as tears clouded her vision, hot and prickly. She knew damn well she was being unreasonable, but she was far too committed to her mood, her demeanor.
“Darling,” he persisted, taking one step closer to her to slip an arm around her waist. “If you won’t talk, I’ll have to find other means to coax it out of you.”
She shook her head weakly and sniffled, obnoxiously loud and purposefully long. Jumin recoiled– temporarily derailed– and laughed, derisive and short. She turned and stepped out of the room, down the hall, and flung open the door to the balcony overlooking the city. Grasping the railing, she bent over at the waist and closed her eyes, the tears flowing freely now as the wind blew her hair around her face. Jumin followed and stood at the doorway to watch her, bewildered. He wanted to apologize, though for what he wasn’t entirely sure. She’d never quite closed off to him in such a way. Sure, there had been arguments, lover’s quarrels, tiny tiffs...but she’d always come around after a few hours. She’d give in and fall into his waiting, aching arms, apologizing for being so stubborn.
This– this, he could hardly bear.
“Darling.” He tried again and moved to stand behind her. At his touch upon her shoulder, she gripped the railing harder, gritting her teeth. She didn’t want him to see her softening. She couldn’t look him in the eye because then she’d be putty in his hands, and she was quite insistent on proving that she could be uptight and unforgiving when she so desired. But the longer his hand remained on her skin, the more his warmth seeped into her presence; soon, she felt her hair being brushed over one shoulder and a puff of breath upon her neck before his lips grazed just behind her ear. “Are you ready to talk now?”
She simply shook her head, set her jaw, and closed her eyes; then, she circled slowly so that he could look upon her face, and he leaned forward, encasing her between himself and the wrought iron railing.
“Do you want to...not talk?”
Her answer was a slight protrusion of her bottom lip that looked so enticing and delicious he had no other choice but to claim it with his mouth; his tongue pushed against her teeth until she opened to him with a low whine.
He carried her off to bed then and took his sweet time working out her anger, her frustration. Smug while he buried his head between her thighs, he quietly thrilled in the way her body bent and twisted while his fingers pressed, possessive, into the muscles that flexed and relaxed. She pulled his hair, she gasped for air, but she refused to make noise.
“Let me hear you.” He paused and looked up at her, and in a moment of weakness she met his eyes before shutting hers tight once more.
She refused to give him such satisfaction, though he was making quite sure that she would be satisfied when he was finished with her.
He only wanted to hear her sing.
So with a broad, careful stroke of his tongue, he found her weakness– the delicate skin upon the inside of her thigh, just outside of where she was most desperate for him. He sank his teeth into the flesh there, then soothed it with a kiss; his fingers gathered the wetness at her core and pushed inside until her lower back arched away from the mattress.
She bit down on her knuckles to quell her cries and exhaled a sharp breath through her nose. Still, she refused to make a sound.
He curled those fingers and cupped her sex, determined to hear her, marvelling in the arousal that coated his fingers and eased his task, though he could hardly consider it strenuous by any stretch of his imagination. A delightful endeavor, one that both enthralled and aroused him enough that he was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to be inside her, to feel her pull him in, slick against his own need.
And so he withdrew his fingers and flipped her without warning so that she was perched on all fours and he could sink himself inside. She fell forward with a surprised grunt, a white-knuckled grip on black satin sheets while she buried her face in a pillow to keep from crying out.
His arm hooked around her middle then and pulled her upright, back against his chest so that he could thrust up into her. She sank her teeth into his forearm, but it only spurred him forth harder; he treated her left shoulder in much the same fashion, admiring his mark against the sheen of sweat on her rosy skin.
“Damn you,” she hissed, reaching behind to tug at his hair, to hold him close (to pull him further inside her).
At her peak, she cried out his name in the middle of a string of expletives– blubbering, whimpering, pleading with him to have mercy. He gave her none as he pulled her hair, exposing her neck so that he could taste her there as he came.
He laid her gently upon the bed and licked a bead of sweat from her cheek when they parted, then nestled himself behind her with a rather self-satisfied chuckle.
“Are you still angry with me?” Words spoken into her skin, fingertips trailing from her shoulder down the length of her arm until he found her hand and slipped his fingers between hers.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to tell me why?”
She sighed heavily; turned away from him, he couldn’t see the grin that spread across her face, or the way her eyes twinkled with afterglow. “No.”
“Will you tell me if I draw us a bath?”
That gave her pause, and she flexed her toes, pushing her backside further against him.
“Maybe.”
“Lavender oil?”
“Rose.”
“Noted,” he said, rising from the bed.
In the bathtub, he coaxed her to speak again in whispers and moans, but by then she’d forgotten just why she was angry in the first place.
Hello! Can I request V, 707, yoosung, vanderwood and jumin with a s/o with a very high libido? Like has to have sex or at least some kind of orgasm at least once a day?
If you don't write for someone I included it's alright!!
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I write for all of them ^^ and I hope you enjoy it.
V, 707, Yoosung and Jumin with a s/o with high libido
Reader's gender: not specified (I will talk saying ´you` so there isn't any pronouns or anything)
Author's note: I have never been interested in Vanderwood until now, and I am not ready yet to write about him because I feel that I will make him to much out of character. (When I started playing he was just a side character no-one had much interest in)
Warning: NSFW, kinda BDSM dynamics, voyeur, etc..
Let's begin!
(NSFW under the cut)
-V
He is really sweet so he might (at first) misunderstand the high libido as excitement
He loves you so much that he will let you do whatever you want
If he is in the mood (which is rare) he will be gentle and slow
(Prob) buys you toys to use when he isn’t in the mood
He will ask to take pictures of you while you are using it (#sorrynotsorry)
NEVER compares you to Rika during any kind of sexual activity
He once said you were better
Sometimes he matches that energy
-707
He might want to match your energy, surely he is drowned in work but he tries to do as much as he can to go with you
You guys have definitely done it in his workplace
He hacks the cameras for anybody who could be watching
He does match your mood when he isn’t stressed
He will ask you to stay under his desk if he sees you really needy
Prob builds you/buys you toys to entertain yourself, gets jealous and throws them away
Likes to watch you through the security cameras if you are “helping yourself “
-Yoosung
Let's be honest, he ain't no puppy. He might be lost at the beginning and might take more time to adapt to your needs, but he won't back down.
He knows what he is doing when he pretends to not understand when you are needy
He might match that high libido in ways that no-one would have imagined
He will take care of your needs personally, but also will do it while he plays LOLOL
Might mute his mic if you guys are having your moment (just might, because I firmly believe that he forgets to do so)
He is gentle and soft with you
-Jumin
He adores it, he matches the energy to a 100%
He will use the cage when he has to work and you are needy (#sorrynotsorry)
Probably he will ignore you when it is `cat-related´work, if not, expect him to really want to do it.
He has a high libido he hid well, ......... until you appeared, now he can't hide it and he is pretty needy
He is dominant, so if he isn't in the mood, he'll tell you to do things in front of him without him participating
Expect getting a revealing cat-related lingerie outfit
Spotify playlists for characters from the otome game Mystic Messenger!! These are based on the “vibes” I get from each character, not completely from their canonical music taste.
Each playlist continues to be added to over time and edited! Enjoy!
Quality time: Although he does have a lot to do at work, he’s very efficient with his time and usually doesn’t have much to do with documents once he leaves the company building. He’ll spend the rest of his evening with you, and he usually likes to just relax and enjoy the calm between the two of you, but if you have any particular activities in mind he’s willing to do whatever you’d like. For example, an evening picnic in a field and then staying out until it’s dark to do some stargazing, even if he does end up sacrificing an hour or two or sleep, it’s all worth it to him. He’d also take you on business trips to other countries or cities with nice views so you could enjoy the scenery alongside him.
It's the morning after the night before, and you are not prepared for what this day will bring...in more ways than one.
[Cw: A little spice again in this chapter at the very end. Nothing super explicit]
All other parts can be found on my pinned post 🤍
When you arrived to the C&R building the next day, you instantly felt a strange atmosphere. The building was imposing, sure, but you thought you were now used to the corporate, slightly suffocating aura.
No, this was different. Unnerving. People were looking away as you met their eyes.
Your mind casts back to your conversation with Anna after Jumin had left you reeling and giddy, alone in your apartment, the night before.
“He what?!" she exclaimed into your ear, making your lips curl into a smile. "Are you kidding me? He just straight up kissed you? no warning?"
"I know, I know, but,“ you pause ”there's something else"
"Oh my god, did you sleep with him?!"
"No, no...he's not like that"
"What do you mean?" Anna laughed a little then, and you imagined her bemused face at your words, no doubt shaking her head. "What, he's not into that? He clearly is."
"Mhmm" You mumble back, not sure what to say.
"So, what now? Are you guys dating or....hey wait, what about his fiancé?"
The ping of the elevator echoing around you snaps you back to reality. The doors slide slowly open and there was Lee, standing in the corridor with his hands in his pockets. He notices you and his eyes widen.
"Where have you been?!" he exclaims, hurriedly making his way towards you. You look at him, confused.
"Good morning to you too! I'm just a bit late that's all, what-"
His hand wrapped around your arm then, silencing you, and he swiftly pulled your tired body into an empty meeting room. Your brow furrowed as he shut the door, his hands immediately raising in front of him as his eyes met yours.
"Sorry, sorry. Look, I just need to talk to you before anyone else does"
"What is it?" You sigh, folding your arms.
"You're gonna be...kindaaa, really mad with me" As soon as his sheepish words hit your ears you knew. You knew exactly what he'd done.
"Please don’t tell me you told people you saw Jumin…"
"I know I know, look I know. I'm awful. The worst. I'm so sorry. It's just, I only told one person. Ari, you know the sales manager?"
You couldn’t roll your eyes far enough into the back of your head, your stomach sinking. You knew her alright, mainly because you always heard her voice way before you actually saw her.
"aaaand I guess she told some colleagues of hers...who told some other people.."
You let out an aggregated sigh. Lee bites his lip, clearly not sure what to do, but hoping you'd have the answer.
"I can say I was just joking around?" He offered meekly.
You shake your head, tension wrapping around you as he spoke.
"It doesn't matter now, people will talk and forget it was even you that said it" You sigh.
"I'm so sorry, really..." Lee's voice trailed off. You felt he was sincere, but part of you wondered his true motives.
All you knew was that you wanted to get out of this room.
"Look, I know it's not my place to ask but...are you guys, you know? dating?"
You shift slightly on your heeled feet, avoiding the sudden urge to tell him where to get off. You understood the curiosity, This was Jumin Han, after all.
A quiet knock came on the door then, saving you from having to answer the awkward question that hung in the air.
The door opened without a response. Jaehee stepped into the room, arms carrying endless paperwork, her face the picture of serious.
"There you are," she let out a small, stressed sigh as she looked over at you. "Please could I borrow you for a second?"
"Of course"
You quickly walked out of the room, away from Lee, who looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up.
You soon find yourself in the elevator again. You look over to Jaehee nervously as she fidgets with some papers.
"What's going on, Jaehee?" You ask quietly, feeling suddenly suffocated in the small space.
She looks over at you, worry woven into her features.
"I'm afraid we have some damage control to undertake," she lets out a tired sigh. "I’ll try and help where I can but…it’s a bit of a mess"
**
You see Jumin's office door is wide open, and you immediately recognise the man stood by his desk. It's the CEO of C&R. Chairman Han. Next to him stands a woman with bright hair and beautifully fitted clothes. You knew full well who she was. You'd seen her picture on all the gossip websites. That was Sarah, Jumin's supposed fiancé.
Shit.
You tail Jaehee, walking close behind her as she strides with purpose into the office, the sound of her heels on tile ringing in your head.
All eyes in the room fall on you then. Including his. Jumin.
"Ah, I'm glad you could finally find her, Jaehee. Thank you" Chairman Han gave you a warm smile, but somehow you just didn't trust it. After everything Jumin had confided in you lately...you couldn't help but resent him a little.
Jaehee simply nods firmly in response, hurriedly placing the endless paperwork and files down on Jumin's desk with a thud. You watch her curiously pass a note to Jumin, who looks at it and has no reaction to what's written. He smoothly slides the piece of paper inside his suit jacket pocket without a fuss.
You catch his gaze and feel warmth growing in your chest, your head filling with the recent memories of his touch on your skin. His shirt on your living room floor.
"So," Chairman Han starts, pulling you back into the utterly surreal and uncomfortable situation.
"It appears there is a rumour going around that my son was at your apartment last night“
Thanks Lee.
“If the media get hold of this information, it'll become quite the scandal. Scandals, as we all know, mean bad business for C&R”
Chairman Han's eyes meet yours, a solemn and disapproving look on his face. You feel like a naughty child. You would love nothing more than to stick your tongue out at him. Childish, but it seemed fitting.
You weren’t used to these rules. This stuffy structure. You understood it, but this was a wholly different world to what you knew.
"He was just dropping something off " you interject firmly, finding your voice. "what is so scandalous about that?"
Sarah glared daggers at you, her intense gaze crawling all over your skin. If looks could kill, your neck would be snapped in an instant.
"What do you mean what is scandalous about that? Who is this woman again?" She waved her arm in your direction, her high-pitched voice grating against you.
"Calm down Sarah, please" Chairman Han sighed, bringing a tense hand to his head. "Jumin? What do you have to say?"
There is a slight pause as all the attention falls on him, still sat in his office chair wearing an utterly solemn expression.
"...I'll do the press conference, like you suggested" his words hold no emotion. Your heart drops.
"Press conference?" you ask quietly, almost quite sure you didn't want to hear the confirmation.
"Yes. Jumin and Sarah are to publicly announce their engagement. Should help quash any other rumours"
You feel dizzy. Hot. What was happening? Was this even real?
"I'm sure you won't object, if Jumin was just popping by last night?" Sarah smiled sweetly at you, crossing her arms, and your hand twitched at the sight.
“Why did you bring me here? Why am I even involved in any of this?” You snapped back, suddenly sure you shouldn't be doing this. But you can't bare it. You can't bare the look on Jumin's face. You can't handle the disapproving looks. You want to protect him, somehow. This was ridiculous.
“Because everyone is saying how your and Jumin are dating. Which clearly isn’t true” Sarah scoffed in your direction.
“How do you know that’s not true,” you say irritably, unable to stop yourself before the words spill out of your mouth. “You didn’t even ask”
“Why would he date you? Why would he even talk to you? No-one even knows who you are!”
You open your mouth to reply, your whole body tensing at her words.
"That is enough," Jumin's voice commanded silence in the room. Your heart was in your throat. He stood to his feet then, his fingers adjusting his tie in a self-soothing motion.
"We have preparations to make"
**
Later that afternoon, you found yourself squeezing past the rows and rows of reporters and journalists, Jaehee guiding you as best as she through the crowd. It was unbearably stuffy and every bone in your body screamed at you to get out of this room.
Jaehee turned to you as you reached the podium at the front, the C&R logo staring down at you forebodingly. You feel utterly sick.
"Here," Jaehee hands you a bottle of cold water from out of her handbag. She sits down on a chair to the side of the stage, patting the seat next to her. "We will get some food after this. You need to eat. You look very pale"
You wished you could tell her how much you appreciated her care. But as you smiled weakly at at her, you figured she knew.
She had been at the mercy of Jumin's demands for years, but this was totally new.
She recognised the pain in both you and Jumin, but even she was powerless to stop the wrecking ball that was Chairman Han and Sarah. Just how had this all happened?
You feel Jaehee jolt a little as her phone began to ring. She puts the phone to her ear, turning away from you in your seat slightly.
"Hello? Can you hear me, Luciel? Yes, I gave it him. It's happening now," you hear Jaehee sigh at the end of her hushed whisper. "Okay, yes, thank you. I have to go now".
You don't have time to wonder what that was about, turninf your eyes to the front of the stage and on to Chairman Han, who was heading for the microphone. As he did, flashes of light filled the room as reporters stood, greedy and eager for their headlines.
You chew the inside of your mouth as you watch on.
"Good afternoon. Thank you for coming at such short notice. I will hand straight over to my son, Executive Director Jumin Han, for the announcement. Please keep your questions until the end."
Flashes of light loudly clap through the room once again as the reporters take the opportunity to capture Jumin walking towards the microphone.
He stands tall, his footsteps confident and graceful. Your fingers tense and you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You feel an incredible heat washing over you, your head becoming light for a brief moment. You just want to leave. This can’t be happening.
"Good afternoon," Jumin's voice magnified by a microphone was something you didn't know you needed at that moment, but it was undoubtedly a soothing sound to your ears, despite everything.
"I will get straight to the point. You should all receive an email very shortly. It will be addressed from a colleague of mine in the RFA."
You look over to Jaehee, but her eyes are fixed on the faces of the reporters as Jumin speaks.
"In this email there will be range of thoroughly researched sources concerning what I am about to tell you"
You see a number of the reporters look to each other quizzically, some checking their phones hurridly.
"This woman, Sarah" Jumin nods towards her, sat by the stage next to Chairman Han. Her expression is one of sudden confusion at Jumin’s sharp tone.
"Is a fraudster. A scam artist. A criminal."
You choke down a sudden laugh, the nerves racing through your body desperate for some kind of release.
You look over to Jaehee who gives you a tiny nod, barely even noticeable but you catch it all the same. You feel a desperate need to hug her.
"She, along with my Father's current partner, Glam Choi, are both are working together to scam the Han family and the C&R corporation"
Reporters begin to mumble amongst themselves before the sound picks up and you hear a few questions begin to shout choatically around the room.
"We are not engaged. Nor will we ever be. I am in a relationship, yes. But trust me when I say" his eyes scan the room of confused reporters until he find you. You stiffen at his gaze, your mouth opening slightly, resisting the urge to grab onto Jaehee and hide behind her.
Oh no. Please. Don’t tell me he’s going to say-
"It is not with Sarah Choi"
Relief floods you all at once, but your head spins again. The reporters burst into a flurry of questions, stinging pops of light flashing around the room, the sound of scraping chairs grinding into your head.
You become aware of Jaehee's hand on your arm, gentle, as the dizziness begins to claim your whole body. You go to stand, to escape this god forsaken room, but you feel your legs buckle and collapse beneath you.
Your face very ungracefully introduces itself to the meeting room floor.
---
You awake, slowly, to the feeling of gentle warm pressure on your forehead. You resist opening your eyes, enjoying the achingly slow touch travel over the curve of your cheek, lazily running across your jaw and down towards your collarbone.
The sensation makes your whole body tingle.
Somewhere near you, you hear a small but sharp intake of breath.
"Are you awake?"
Jumin’s voice washes over you. You keep your eyes closed, resisting the urge to smile. You aren’t sure where you are, but it's soothingly silent, and that’s all that matters to you right now.
"Hmm," velvet tones, so close to you now. "I wonder..." His soft whisper envelops you. You whole body tenses in anticipation.
"You know, I was so worried about you," fingers run down your exposed arm, light and soft and promising.
"But it seems like you're okay. So much so, you're now playing a game with me"
You bite a little on your tongue, trying to stop your mouth from betraying you.
"I have to admit, you are very cute when you’re asleep," his soft words match his slow, soft touches on your skin.
"But I'm finding it hard to resist you when you toy with me like this. It is an interesting feeling"
Then you feel an immediate warmth, a wetness, his lips in your forehead. He travels down your cheek and then you feel his breath on your neck, before his lips make contact and linger there, a sweet promise.
You let out a tiny noise, barely a squeak, but it escapes your tense lips all the same.
"Oh?"
You open your eyes. Begrudgingly.
Your tired gaze meet his face, looking down at you. A delicious grin slides across his features. He looks utterly smug in that moment.
"Hello, Mr. Han" you smile up at him.
“How do you feel?"
"I think I'm okay"
Jumin brings his hand to his hair, his shirt tightening against his arm.
“Stand up for me. Let me see" He holds out his hand and you take it gratefully, never quite getting used to feel of his soft skin in your palm.
He helps you to sit up, and you realise then that you’re in his office. You head throbs at the sudden movement.
“How long was I out?” you ask quietly, rubbing the back of your neck.
“Not too long. Wait here”
You watch him as he stands, still in his full suited attire, heading over to a small fridge behind his desk. When he walks back over to you and hands you a bottle of water, you can’t help but smile up at him.
“Has something amused you?” He asks, curious.
You open the water and take a drink, enjoying the cooling feeling in your throat.
“At the press conference. What you said about Sarah. I didn’t dream that, right? What happened after I passed out?”
“The reporters barely even noticed you, so don’t worry about that,” Jumin spoke, closing his eyes and running a hand over his collarbone.
“But there is no more engagement. No more Sarah, or my Father’s annoying partner”
Your eyes widen “Oh, what did you do with them?” you joke. Jumin looks at you, not quite sure if you’re being serious or not.
“I didn’t have them killed, if that’s what you mean” he grins slightly. “unfortunately that was never an option.”
You stifle a laugh, relaxing a little into the leather sofa you’re sat on. His hand brushes against your forehead, lifting up your hair slightly.
“How are you feeling?”
“My head is a little sore, but I’m okay” You try to reassure him, concern woven into his features.
He holds your hand, turning it over gently. His thumb begins to brush across the skin there, delicately tracing the lines of your palm.
“I have to meet with my Father this evening, but…would you like to go for dinner with me tomorrow?”
You smile. He seems almost nervous, despite his actions in your apartment the previous night.
A knock comes then, and Jaehee enters. She looks at you with a relieved smile.
“Oh thank goodness. Are you okay? Your friend Anna is in the foyer waiting for you”
Your remember then you’d put her down as your emergency contact. Perhaps that was a mistake, you wonder, as you begin picturing her dragging you to a bar as soon as she gets you alone.
“Driver Kim will take them both home,” he lets go of your hand then, and you wish in that moment that he would never let go again.
“Have Anna stay with you tonight. The doctor can be sent over to you at anytime. Please call me if there is an emergency. Or just...well. Just call me if needed.”
Jumin’s words are professional but you recognise the soft care and consideration intertwined in each syllable.
Later, as you head downstairs with Jaehee, you feel your phone vibrate in your handbag. Amongst the countless missed calls and messages, you see a new text.
***
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Jumin had asked you to meet him in the office so you could travel to the restaurant together. You had to get changed in the office bathroom, which wasn’t ideal for the type of place you were going to, but you had no time to rush home.
You’d managed to dig out a dinner dress you hadn’t worn in years, and sighed in relief when the zip still went up without too much of a struggle.
When you walked into his office, your feet a little unsteady in your heels, your eyes fell to his tall, suited figure. He was stood by the vast office window, staring out at the view of the city. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over his skin.
“Jumin?” you called out to him. When he turned to face you, his expression changed. It was subtle, but you shivered at you recognised it.
He walked towards you with a sudden purpose, his hands on you before you could react, his warm body enveloping you all at once.
You had a sneaking suspicion Jumin always wanted to do this. To throw everything off his desk in one dramatic swipe of his arm. To grab you greedily by the waist and hitch you up onto the desk, hands pulling up at the hem of dress, a desperate sigh escaping his lips as you are exposed to him so easily. He lifts your leg, kissing the skin, trailing down achingly slow.
"You are so beautiful. So beautiful…"
Hushed passionate whispers in-between soft kisses. You loved the way he uttered each word like a statement of definite truth. The way he placed you on a pedestal, praising your skin with his touch, his lips, his gaze, sending you deep into this surreal moment with him.
"Jumin" You whimpered as he moved to your neck, his teeth grazing across your sensitive skin, tasting you without hesitation.
You arched your back at his touch, grinding into him and feeling just how ready he was to own you completely. You wrap your legs around him, urging him closer.
"The sounds you make...god. I can't resist" the words barely register to you, your mind wholly concentrating on his slender fingers working quickly to free himself. The sound of his belt hitting the office floor makes your body tense, a shiver of excitement and aching running through your body.
The next moment he is with you, not wanting to waste any time. He is slow at first and then the pace quickens and you gasp out, fingernails scratching down his arms, legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
You look up to his expression, his mouth opening with each movement of his hips, his eyes focused on drinking you in and studying you. Each moan, each whimper, each subtle gasp. You would never tire of attention, making you feel so wanted, so desired, so...utterly and completely his.
He begins to slow his movements to an excruciatingly tender pace. His hand reaches for your jaw, holding his intense eyes in place with yours. His thumb teases at your bottom lip, now slick from the wetness of your mouth.
“I could watch you like this forever. So vulnerable…”
He picks up the pace again suddenly, unable to hold back, causing you to gasp out his name into the empty office, feeling that familiar and oh-so-sweet tightening in your core with each and every movement.
He lowers himself down towards your blushing chest and you feel his soft lips, his teeth gently biting down on your skin, tasting and consuming you.
He pushes deeper and calls out your name, his hands suddenly tightening around your arms with a fierce intensity.
Your name on his tongue is the final push that snaps the tightly wound band in your core. You are utterly overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the tingle riding along each nerve in your body.
As you tense around in him waves, you hear him groan out your name as he can no longer hold back. Your now shaking legs struggle to stay gripped around him, slowly slipping down as he begins to slow again, and all you can feel then are his shudders of pleasure.
You the feel the weight on him on you as he leans against you and places his head on your chest, until his staggered breathing begins to soften. You fingers play idly with his soft, dark hair, your eyes looking up to the tiled ceiling as the warmth in your chest begins to cool a little.
You hear a soft groan as he pulls away and out of you tenderly, with a small, satisfied groan. You sit up slowly, your eyes falling on his flushed face. He begins to rearrange his tailored trousers, reaching for his belt, and you can’t resist smiling as you also work to hitch your dress down.
“Hmm?” He raises his eyebrows, tightening his belt. He brings his slender arms around your body. He pulls you into his warm chest, enclosing you into his embrace.
“So...are we still going for dinner?” You ask, stifling a laugh. He leans back and considers you curiously.
“Of course” he brushes a strand of your hair and tucks it gently behind your ear.
“I will happily give you anything you desire. From now on, I will look after you. Always. I am yours.”
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