#mm imagine

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Imagine waking up to this after a night out

Hughie: “Are you okay?”

MM: “What the fuck did you do last night?”

Butcher: “Are those hickies on your neck, love?”

Frenchie: “Why do I never get invited to girls nights?”

Y/N: “Please fuck off, all of you.”

[velvetnous]

so anxious.

notes: finally the long awaited M.M fic <3 i love this man so much he drives me crazy… summary: ever since you started dating, you realised just how much M.M loves ravishing you. warnings: soft M.M, mature/explicit content.

Marvin glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Nine o'clock. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was home alone, the stillness of the apartment only amplifying his longing for you. He picked up his phone, paging you once more, wishing you'd come over to his place. He needed you here, now.

"Hey," he started, trying to keep his voice steady despite the excitement bubbling inside him. "I'm just sitting here, thinking about the last time you were here. Hit me back when you can. I miss you, babe."

He put the phone down and paced the living room, trying to distract himself. Every second felt like an eternity. He replayed the memories of your last visit, the way your skin felt against his, the sound of your laughter, the warmth of your touch. It was all he could think about.

The phone buzzed and Marvin's heart leaped. He grabbed it, seeing your name on the speaker, soothing yet laden with anticipation. "I got your message. I just finished my shift. Heading over now. Can't wait to see you."

A smile broke across Marvin's face as he glanced at the clock. It was 10:10. "Where have you been all my life?" he teased, his voice low and intimate. "I've been waiting, reminiscing about you, about us. Drive safe, but hurry. I miss you so much, babe."

The next hour felt like an eternity. Marvin tried to keep busy, tidying up the living room and setting the mood with soft candlelight.

He made sure everything was perfect for you when you arrived.

Finally, at exactly 11:30, he heard your key in the door. His heart raced with anticipation.

The door swung open, and there you were, looking as beautiful as ever.

You barely had time to drop your bag before Marvin pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss.

The intensity of the moment took your breath away. "I've missed you so much," he murmured against your lips.

"I missed you too," you replied, your voice breathless and filled with desire.

Marvin didn't waste any time. As soon as the door clicked shut, he backed you against it, his hands exploring your body with an urgency that made you shiver. "I've been thinking about this all day," he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck. "About you, about us. I can't wait any longer."

He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom. The candles cast a warm, flickering glow over the room, creating a perfect ambiance. He laid you down on the bed, his eyes dark with desire.

"Marvin," you whispered, your voice filled with anticipation. "I want you."

"Say no more," he replied, his voice husky.

He stripped off his clothes, his eyes never leaving yours. The raw intensity in his gaze sent shivers down your spine.

You reached for him, pulling him down to you. His body was warm and solid against yours, and you could feel the tension in his muscles as he held back, wanting to savor every moment. "I love the way you talk dirty," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "It drives me crazy."

He kissed you deeply, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve. You responded eagerly, your own hands exploring his body, relishing the feel of his skin against yours.

Marvin's kisses became more urgent, his touch more demanding. He moved over you, positioning himself between your legs. "I've waited long enough," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "I need you now."

You moaned softly as he entered you, the sensation overwhelming. He moved slowly at first, savoring the feeling, but soon the intensity of his desire took over. His pace quickened, and you matched him, meeting his thrusts with equal passion.

The room was filled with the sounds of sex, the only light coming from the flickering candles. You lost yourself in the moment, in the feeling of being with him, the world outside disappearing.

"Marvin," you gasped, your nails digging into his back. "I'm so close."

"Me too, babe," he groaned, his movements becoming more urgent. "I can't hold back any longer."

With a final, deep thrust, you both reached the peak of your passion, your cries of pleasure mingling in the air. Marvin collapsed beside you, pulling you close, his breathing heavy.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion. "I don't want this night to end."

You snuggled closer to him, feeling sate and content in his arms. "I love you too, Marvin," you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

"And as long as we're together, it never has to."

As you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what, you would always have these moments, these nights of passion and love. And that was all that mattered.

[mxsonxmountx]

Mason Mount AU: Flirty in the comments

Youruser: monthly photo dump darlings x

Masonmountpriv: can you do hard things? Because if so, you can do me

↪️is that how you win over the ladies mase, try harder x

reecejames: …..

thiagosilva: the boy is trying to win her over, and this is the things he says… you need help 🤣😭

jazbenham: oh dear, oh dear, oh dear

masonmountpriv: leave me alone I thought it was good okay 😭

rlc: mason!!!!!!

Masonmountpriv: I wish I was your mirror, so I can look at you every morning

↪️this was terrible, but you’re slowly improving… somehow

Woody: I can’t believe you used this one… I told you not too

declanrice: just please stop, this is embarrassing but also highly amusing to watch you fail. youruser, sorry about him

↪️it’s okay dec, I’ve had worse, bless the poor boy

Masonmountpriv: people call me money mase on the pitch, but you can call me yours

↪️okay, this is better… not massively but, better

kepaarrizabalaga: now this is okay, mason, you are improving. We like to see it

jazbenham: this has to be the best one you’ve used

youruser: masonmountpriv how about a date?

↪️masonmountpriv: IT WORKED!

↪️I’m only doing it because I feel sorry for you

↪️masonmountpriv: you do it out of pity, although we know that you won’t be going home alone after

↪️jazbenham: MASON

↪️declanrice: oh dear

Liked by: youruser: declanrice, woody and 147,809 others.

masonmount: Monthly mount photo dump darlings x

youruser: so not only have you flirted your way in my post, you now steal my caption…

↪️stealing it, like how I’m going to steal your heart soon

↪️youruser: oh you can try mount, you can try

woody: swear I’ve seen that caption before

↪️youruser: oh I’m glad I’m not the only one who noticed

youruser: shame you couldn’t be original x

reecejames: I’m sick of this, can you hurry up and just date already

↪️kepaarrizabalaga: I second this

↪️Benchilwell: I third this

↪️declanrice: the boy doesn’t stop

kaihavertz29: bro this is too much, we can’t deal with it anymore. Just date already

↪️masonmount: she’s playing hard to get

↪️youruser: you use shit chat up lines

↪️kaihavertz29: oh doesnt he just

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

High on that Vought BS

Pairing: The Boys x Reader (all platonic)

Warnings: Strong language.

Summary: The Boys attempt to tangle you in their mess once again.

You opened the door, ready to grab the pizza boxes and shove a hefty tip in the delivery persons hand when you found yourself staring into the face of an old acquaintance. He also happened to be holding your pizza order.

“This is has got to be a nightmare.” You said as Billy Butcher made his entrance into your home with a younger looking kid trailing behind.

“No, Y/n. We’re about to start some fucking nightmares.”

Locking the door shut, you pulled down the curtains in the living room before dashing around to other areas of your house to lock it down. When you returned, you found Butcher admiring the tealight candles on the fireplace mantle.

“What are you doing here? We had an agreement.”

Butcher nodded, “We did - but if I recall correctly, you didn’t want to see my ugly mug until I had something concrete. Well, now I do.”

“Oh my god.” Your eyes widened. “You’re high on that Vought bullshit again, aren’t you?”

“It’s not bullshit, we can take ‘em down.” Butcher rolled his eyes, tired of not being believed in.

“We?”

Two sets of footsteps descended down the stairs and you jumped around only to find more familiar faces. Whipping back around, you glared at Butcher.

“Are you serious? You brought Frenchie and MM into this again? For fuck sake.”

Butcher merely shrugged like it wasn’t anything. His nonchalant behaviour had you ready to tear him into shreds, and you stepped in his direction only to be distracted by MM.

“Hey, it’s alright. We chose to be here.” He insisted and calmed his friend down. Flashing a kind smile, MM gave you a warm hug. “It’s good to see you again.”

MM stepped away and Frenchie took his place.

“Mon très cher ami.” The Frenchman grinned, his hug was so tight it felt like old times again.

Butcher smirked off to the side, “Now that we’re reacquainted, I’d like you to meet the newest addition - step up, Hughie, don’t be shy.”

The boy he arrived with made his presence known. You were so focused on the familiar faces that the kid practically blended into your home decor.

“Hi.” He greeted sheepishly, unsure of what to do with himself.

You glared at Butcher and he had an explanation prepped. “Don’t give me that look. Kid’s girlfriend was vertically split by that speedy fucker A-Train. So he’s very much ‘high on that Vought bullshit’.” He said casually and you noticed the pain on Hughie’s face. Clearly this was a recent incident.

“We need your help - specifically, your intel.”

Crossing your arms, you let out a laugh which took the others by surprise.

“Seriously? Did you think that a single nostalgic visit was going to be enough for me to just roll over?”

“The alternative was torturing you.” Butcher deadpanned.

MM shook his head instantly, “Nope, that was never an option.” He corrected and shot a look at Butcher who merely shrugged.

Butcher stepped forward, “Come on, Y/n. You’re the best person we know who can dig up dirt on the Seven’s weaknesses. Like that almond allergy for Black Noir that you released to the world? That was amazing. His haters were sending him almond scented fan mail for weeks. Fucker was confined to the tower medical bay for weeks.”

You stared at the men in your house. They had broken promises and laws in the span of ten minutes just to get help. You weren’t obligated to lift a finger… but that didn’t mean you weren’t curious to know what they had discovered.

“I’m not ‘joining the fun’ but I need to know what you know before I can offer anything of value.” You told them.

Butcher smirked. “You’re going to love this.”

Masterlist here

[canislupus-exe]

Accident | 707

>> gif credit to @/ioanna on gfycat <<

fandom | Mystic Messenger

character | 707

reader | he/him/amab (she/her/afab ver.)

requested | No, @wukindly, @wolfhard-tozier

warnings | Smut/NSFW

word count | 1,234

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (b/t) = bottom’s type (jeans, skirt, sweatpants…etc)

summary | Oh that’s perfect!!!! Okay so basically, can you do an one shot with 7 where they’re having sex, doesn’t matter how they led up to it, but upon climax instead of saying seven like he usually does, he says his real name and he’s just shook and then hes super apologetic but he assures him that he liked it?

>> back to prev <<

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You sighed as you watched Seven type furiously on his keyboard. You could see lines of text showing up on the monitor but had not the slightest idea what any of it meant. You looked at the ceiling before tossing your forearm over your eyes

“Babe.” You drawled out.

“Hm?” He mumbled. You looked at him to see that he hadn’t even moved a centimeter.

“I’m bored.” You said. You couldn’t see it, but Seven grinned.

“Hi Bored, I’m Seven-Zero-Seven.” He replied. You groaned loudly.

“Why do I even date you?” You asked.

“Because you love me.” He replied nonchalantly.

“That’s what you think.” You said in a joking manner. Seven gasped and turned his chair towards you. He placed a hand over his heart and turned his nose to the ceiling.

“I’m hurt (Y/n), devasted even. What have I ever done to deserve a low blow such as that?” He yelled out dramatically. You laughed.

“Jeez Seven, there’s no-”

“Oh, woe is me! My boyfriend has revealed his true colors! Whatever shall I do with this broken heart of mine?” He spoke theatrically. You sighed and stood up, walking over to his chair and placing your hands on your hips.

“Seven, you know I was just kidding.” You said. Seven stuck out his bottom lip and crossed his arms over his chest, reminding you of a child who was refused a toy.

“I don’t believe you.” He replied. You laughed before sitting on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, and placing your lips on his. He uncrossed his arms and wrapped them around your waist, pulling you closer to him and moving his lips in sync with yours. After a minute or so of kissing, you pulled away with a smile.

“Do you believe me now?” You asked. Seven made a face that made him appear to be in deep thought.

“Not quite yet.” He said. You rolled your eyes before placing your lips on his again. You could feel him smile through the kiss before you bit his lip. He made a noise of surprise before he bit your lip back. You opened your mouth slightly as he pushed his tongue inside. You moaned quietly before rolling your hips on his. He pulled away, panting and with a string of saliva still attached to your mouths.

“Why don’t we go to the bed so I can prove how much I love you?” You whispered in his ear. Seven didn’t waste another second to pick you up and walk to his bed. He laid you down and went to kiss you again but you held up your hand.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. You smirked.

“I’m on top tonight.” You replied. Seven turned red as you adjusted your position to where he was laying down and you were straddling him.

“Well, I can’t complain about this.” He said. You giggled and kissed his lips lightly before pulling away and starting to kiss his jaw. You moved down his neck and started leaving hickeys on his Adam’s apple, knowing it was the most sensitive part on his neck.

You sat up and motioned for him to do so too. Once he did you pushed his sweater off his shoulders and pulled his shirt over his head. You watched as his cross necklace fell on his pale chest and you couldn’t help but smile. You grabbed it in your hand.

“We’re about to do some not-so-God-pleasing stuff.” You said. He laughed quietly before grabbing the bottom of your shirt and starting to lift it. You smiled and pulled it the rest of the way up.

“Eager, are we?” You asked. He shrugged.

“You tell me.” He said before placing his mouth on your chest. You moaned and ran your fingers through his soft hair as he sucked on your sensitive buds. He alternated, causing cold air to hit your pecs, sending a shiver down your back.

You pushed on his shoulders, causing him to lay back down. You moved down and popped the button on his jeans, pulling down the zipper, and pulling them off his legs. You began to pull off your (b/t) as Seven watched hungrily, the tent in his briefs slowly growing.

You were both left in just your boxers and you were panting lightly. You leaned down and pressed your lips on his, making sure to move your hips as well. He moaned and pulled away.

“Please, (Y/n), you’re driving me insane.” Seven said, his voice heavily laced with both desire and despair. You laughed quietly before pulling down both his underwear and yours. You grabbed his shaft and slowly began to sink down on him, causing him to groan loudly.

“Jesus Christ.” He mumbled. You placed your arms on either side of him and began to slowly move up and down on his cock. Seven grabbed your hips and began to move with you, all while groaning and biting his lip. Seven was always very vocal during sex and it was something you appreciated immensely.

“This never gets old.” Seven said as you continued to ride him. You would’ve responded, but you feared that your moans would mask your statement if you tried to. You began to bounce faster, making both of you moan loudly.

“Babe I think I’m gonna cum.” Seven said, closing his eyes and noticeably swallowing.

“Already?” You asked quietly.

“Can you blame me? With how tight you are and the way you’re moving your hips, I’m surprised I lasted this long.” He replied. You giggled quietly before leaning down.

“Then cum.” You whispered in his ear, trying to sound as seductively as you could. Seven groaned before thrusting his hips upward, further releasing himself inside of you. The feeling of his warm cum filling you up caused you to moan and you felt yourself approaching high.

“Seven I’m gonna cum too.” You moaned out. Seven smirked, seeing this as an opportunity to fit in some dirty talk of his own.

“Go on then baby, cum all over me, and say my name while you do it. Tell the world who’s making you feel this good.” He said. You moaned, your mind starting to go blank from pleasure.

“Saeyoung!” You shouted, dropping your hips down one final time and seeing stars from the pure euphoria of your orgasm. Once the initial high wore off you laid down next to him. A minute passed and neither of you had moved. You from exhaustion and Seven from shock.

“Did you just…?” Seven asked, trailing off.

“Did I what?” You asked.

“Call me Saeyoung?” He asked. You looked up at him.

“What?” You asked. Seven was red in the face, which usually would have worn off by now, so you could only assume he was embarrassed.

“When you came, you called me Saeyoung, not Seven like you usually do.” He replied. You took a second to process his statement before placing a hand over your mouth in surprise.

“Oh my god, I did do that. Seven I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I was so wrapped up in everything that I didn’t even realize. It was an accident, I swear. I-”

“Hey calm down.” Seven interrupted. He looked away from you.

“I… kinda liked it.” He muttered.

“You did?” You asked.

“Yeah, it was… Nice, for lack of a better word.” He responded. You giggled quietly before kissing his cheek.

“Well then, if that’s the case then I’ll make sure to do it more often.”

[virtual-luvr]

Couch nap

☇Pairing: Jumin x Reader

☇Pronouns: male; he/him

☇Warning: none

☇Description: Jumin gets just a little suprised when he sees you sprawled out on his couch with his cat right on top of you

☇Note: request by @luckymunchkin <33!! I wrote this like half asleep so im hoping its not bad-

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A glass door slams open, a little more force and it would have broken.

Jumins guard jump into action and many of his workers flinch.

"JAEHEE YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT I FOUND" your booming voice could be heard through the whole room and soon enough Jaehees heels are furiously clicking against the ground.

In just seconds shes right beside you, gaze trained on what was in your hands.

She gasps, "you didn't!"

"Oh but i did!"

You both happily jump around and you were about to skip away to her desk and watch the limited edition zen film~

(Provided by her secret compartment where she watches her zen movies which are stored in her office)

"Where do you think you're going?"

Oh no-

"Jumin....heeeyyy~~" you say, a blush permanent on your face, giving out a small wave and a sheepish smile

Well you're fucked.

"I don't know who gave you permission to be here and also distract my workers" he says giving out a glare to all his workers who were staring at you

Oof, harsh.

"Come on Jumin, Jaehees just...on her lunch break!"

"Her lunch break was an hour ago"

Okay he got you there. Jaehee sneakily grabs the movie in your hands and sprints away to her desk.

Damn you Jaehee, leaving you all alone with Mr. CEO

"Soo, how ya doing?" You look down at the carpet and kick it lightly with your foot, noting the awkward silence.

You look up when Jumin doesn't answer and you see him, once again, glaring at all the people that were looking at you

You chuckled and the glare that was once directed at everybody else is directed towards you

A shiver goes through you and you glare back playfully, you stick out your tongue at him and he only responds with an eye roll.

Before you can even start teasing him he scampers away saying something about a "business meeting"

"If you didn't want to talk to me you could have just said so" you sigh out, a playful pout forming on your face.

You know he definitely heard you when you heard his sigh from a mile away

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You were planning to just sit around and be lazy but no.

"I am so, so sorry for asking this of you. But Jumin has given me lots of stuff to do and adding his cat into the mix is KILLING me. Can you please catsit Elizabeth??" Jaehees hurried voice rings through the phone and you can barely catch a full sentence since shes hurrying her words so much.

You felt bad for Jaehee, and you really loved Elizabeth so you said yes

You weren't regretting your decision until, "okay great! You can just stay at Jumins while catsitting and we can go to eat afterwards"

What did she just say-

At JUMINS???

He's not going to be happy about this.

"Jaehee are you sure that's okay? I don't think Jumin likes me too much"

Jaehee gives out a small chuckle, "nonsense, he doesn't mind you. Now come! I have to leave in ten minutes"

You hurry and get your keys, trying to put on a shirt and hang up on the phone at the same time wasn't as easy as you thought it would be.

You get there as fast as you can, making sure to drive as safely as your gay ass can.

When you get there your hair is disheveled and your clothes are a mess but Jaehee pays no mind to it. She places the spare keys she has for Jumins place in your hands, saying a quick "thank you" and running back to her office.

You grumble as you try every key one at a time. With your luck you found it when you got to the last key.

You open the door and you're greeted by the smell of Jumins cologne and everything being as clean as clean can be.

Figures, especially after you bumped into his maid on the way there.

You fumble with a few things you brought, putting your bag on the ground and flop down on his couch, your hand falling in contact with the floor after you get comfortable.

You were about to pass out but suddenly soft fur comes in contact with your hand. You flinch and it scares eben Elizabeth.

"Oh Elizabeth baby im so sorry, i didn't mean to scare you" her eyes were making you feel even more apologetic and you coo at her.

Grabbing her you put her on your chest and start to softly pet her.

She purrs and nuzzles into you, if you could you would take a photo right now.

Hearing her purrs and the way it resonated against your chest you feel yourself starting to fall asleep.

Next thing you know your eyes are closing shut as so are Elizabeths.

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Jumins pace is quick and he almost stumbles right in when he tries to hold on to the door of his apartment.

The door opens wide and Jumin almost crashes to the floor if it weren't for his good reflexes.

"This maid, this isn't the first time, my god-"

He stops when he sees your figure, passed out on the couch and a white fur ball right on top of you.

He barely takes notice of Elizabeth though, for once you're his main focus.

"What an idiot, im guessing he's the one that left the door open" he says while crouching down

'A cute one', he was about to say that aloud but hesitates. If you heard that it be the death of him.

He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and then pets Elizabeth. She wakes up and starts purring seeing the face of her owner. She nuzzles up to you even more and even though it makes you stir a little, you don't wake up.

Jumin can't help but take a sneaky picture, he'll use this as blackmail later.

(But also just because it was cute as hell)

He decides to leave you two alone and cook something for you and him.

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You stir awake, immediately smelling something good which gets you wide awake.

Pulling Elizabeth off of you, with some resistance from her, you rub at your eyes and walk to the kitchen.

You sit on the counter as you walk Jumin cook. The sleeves in his white button up now rolled up to his elbows, his hair slicked back a bit. It low-key made you want to play with it but you stopped yourself.

"Didn't know the great Jumin could cook"

"Didn't know you could fall asleep so easily"

Oh no, you forgot about that.

Is he going to be mad at you?

"Stop overthinking, im not mad or anything. Come on, do you want some food?" He says while nodding his head towards the plate in his hand

You eagerly nod and your mouth waters at the sight of the food.

For once in your life, you hear his laugh and he keeps on laughing a bit while putting some food on your plate.

After you two sit down and eat together you start conversation and playfully teasing each other like you did at the office.

You softly smile at each other while finishing your meal.

Hm, you could get used to this.

[1278 words; aug/15/2020]

[bangtan-madi]

Hi dear! Could a request some fluff with Jumin Han? Existence is being overwhelming right now (Anxiety and sensory overload) and I really would love to retreat from the world. Jumin's side feels like a great place to hide from everything.

I love this prompt!! Sorry for taking so long to get it written, and thank you everyone for your patience! Work has been super busy lately, and I’ve been sick. Barely had time to write, but never fear, I am slowly working through my Askbox! Hope you enjoy, my loves!

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It’s past four in the morning, and you’re lying awake, insomnia taking hold once again. No matter how much you toss and turn, you just can’t seem to fall asleep. You’re not sure why. Maybe it’s the stress of your job. Maybe it’s the fact that your boyfriend Jumin is several thousand miles away on another long business trip.

You pick up your phone and dial his number, praying and hoping that he hasn’t gone to sleep yet. He picks up after a few rings. “MC? Why are you up at this hour?”

You smile, glad to hear his soothingly deep voice in your ear. “Can’t sleep.”

You hear a door close on the other line, then Jumin speaks again. “You’re in luck, my darling, I just finished for the day.”

“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything in America.”

He chuckles, “Not at all. Please, don’t make me socialize with Elon after hours. That man is a handful.”

You give a soft chuckle, pulling the blankets tightly around you to keep warm. “Tell me about your day?”

Jumin lets out a soft sigh, almost as if he collapsed on his bed. “Well, the Americans were very happy to tell me I’ve been overdressing the entire trip.”

You try to hold in a laugh. “What on earth does that mean?”

“Evidently, It is not too common to constantly wear a three-piece suit here, even amongst professionals. I assumed that my attire would be appropriate for what they title ‘business casual.’ Most of them showed up without jackets or ties. Seems no one thought to point it out until today. America is strange, MC.”

You laugh at his unusually playful tone, and for the first time, you start to feel your eyes start to close. “Well, I like the suits you wear.”

“Really? You don’t think I over-dress?”

“Absolutely not,” you scoff at the idea. “They make you look…dashing.”

“Does anyone even use that word anymore?”

A small yawn slips out as you retort, “You can’t say anything, you always use old words like 'dashing.’”

It doesn’t take long for him to catch you yawning again. “You should get some sleep, my love. Get some rest. Jaehee has told me our departure time is early in the morning, so we should be back in Korea by midnight, local time.”

“I’ve tried,” you breathe, picking at the spot on the bed where he normally sleeps. “It’s just not the same without you. My anxiety…not great today.”

Jumin sighs heavily, his frustration showing through his tone. “I wish I could be there, darling. I really do. It pains me to be away. But I will be home soon, very soon, and I will not leave for a long time.”

“You promise?”

“I do.”

A sleepy smile makes its way onto your face. “Okay, twist my arm. I’ll be waiting for you at the airport, okay?”

“Good night, MC. Sweet dreams.”

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While it’s only been two weeks since Jumin and Jaehee left for America, you swear it’s been longer than that. You’ve counted every day since he left. Somehow, fourteen seems too conservative a number. 

Now he’s on C&R’s private jet, heading home to you. You’ve been waiting at the front gate, on the other side of security, for over an hour, unable to do anything except for pace in place. You knew his flight would be landing at an ungodly hour past midnight, but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter that you had already pulled a fourteen-hour shift at your job, or that you’d been up for almost twenty-four hours at this point. You didn’t care that you were makeup-less and an exhausted mess.

Nothing was going to keep you away from him.

A text lights up your phone. You quickly glance down at it, a grin spreading across your face when you see it’s from the RFA chat room contact labeled “Crazy Cat Man <3.”

“Look up, my love.”

Your wide eyes fly from the screen to the empty exit hallway ahead of you. Jumin turns the corner and pushes through the glass door separating the runways from the airport interior. As soon as he’s through, coming out of the darkness of night, you run at him at full-speed. Jumin drops his luggage to the floor and catches you as you crash into him, nearly knocking him over. The dark-haired man lets out a laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“I never thought you’d land!” you exclaim, holding him tightly to you.

Jumin tightens his arms around you, burying his face into your shoulder. “Neither did I,” he chuckles.

After holding onto each other a little longer, you put your feet back on the ground and look up at him. He’s just as tired and messy as you are, his jacket traded for a more comfortable coat over his pin-striped shirt. There are dark circles under his eyes, and his black hair is unruly, but he’s never smiled wider. Facetime, RFA chat rooms, and texting can only make up so much for lost time. From his eyes and his smile and the way he grips your waist, you know for certain that he’s just as glad to be home with you again.

Jumin pulls you back in and kisses you, both of you sighing in relief to be able to do it once again. “I missed you,” he breathes.

You wrap him in a hug once again. “I missed you, too. No more international business trips anytime soon, okay?”

Jumin cups your face in his hands and presses a kiss to your forehead with a soft chuckle. “Deal.”

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“I’m going to sleep for a week,” Jumin groans.

“Tell me about it,” you yawn, crawling up the steps to the front door of your apartment. “I’ve been up for almost twenty-four hours already.”

The brunet gives you a sympathetic glance as you unlock the door and push into the dark. “You didn’t have to meet me at the airport,” he sighs, feeling a little guilty. “You could have just slept.”

You shake your head, take his bags from his hands, and lean up to kiss him. “I couldn’t sleep knowing you’d be home again.

Jumin grins and kisses you again. "I need a shower. I smell like the airport and recycled air. Care to join me?”

You roll your eyes and turn towards the bedroom, duffel bags in tow. “Too tired, Jumin. Nice try, though.”

Your boyfriend looks mildly amused at your response and heads for the bathroom.

You throw the bags onto the chair in the bedroom, sighing heavily as you change into a tank top and pajama shorts. You let the air move out of your lungs as you fall face-first onto the mattress, closing your eyes as you snuggle into the fluffy, white duvet.

A few minutes later, you hear the bathroom door creak open. Jumin tip-toes over to the bed in the darkness, slipping under the covers behind you. He carefully slides his arms around your middle and pulls you back into his chest. You feel his slow breathing on the back of your neck and in your hair.

“I really, really love you,” he mumbles softly, so softly you almost don’t hear it. “And I know you’re probably asleep right now, but I just wanted to say that again. That, and your hair smells really good.”

The last part of his confession causes you to suppress a giggle, and Jumin tightens his grip around you. “I knew you were awake, you little mouse.”

You turn around in his grasp, tangling your legs with his as you press a kiss to his lips. “I tried,” you chuckle, burying your face into his shoulder. “I really tried. For what it’s worth, I really love you, too. And your hair always smells nice.”

Jumin runs a hand through his dark, wet hair, moving it out of his face as he grins at you. Then he tightens his grip and pulls you into his chest, using another hand to pull the covers over you both.

“Get some sleep, MC,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “I’m home.”

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