#sexy jumin

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Eyhhhhh finished it hahaha~

Maybe I should make a set of this?? if i don’t get lazy sighhhhhh o<<

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Cheritz, are you guys sure about this game rating?

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(Snarkymc here) please please whenever you have time write a fic about MC or the whole RFA finding out Jumin can dance. You know the dance I want 😉😗😍 Please.

Spent all day working on this! LOL, Still don’t know if it’s good enough, but damn, I think I’m having a hot flash just thinking about dancing with Jumin! I hope you like it @snarkymc . And any other Jumin lovers!

 “Whyare we here?” Jumin had to raise his voice over the music and loud conversationin the packed club.

MCpulled him down so she could speak into his ear. “It’s Zen’s night Jumin, tryto enjoy yourself, this is where he wanted to celebrate!” Jumin grumbled butlet her lead him to a section in the back that had been rented out for Zen’sparty. Had it not been for MC he would have found an excuse to not attend.Well, perhaps not, after all, Zen was part of the RFA and Jumin did want toshow his support. He wondered if Zen had chosen this horrid club just to getunder his skin.

Zensat on the red couch next to Jaehee, Seven on his other side. MC led Jumin tosit on the love seat adjacent to the sofa. Equally as garishly red as the sofa.Yoosung was right behind them and sat across from MC and Jumin on anotherloveseat. His eyes were wide and excited. In the center was a glass coffeetable with several margarita glasses and a full pitcher in the center.

“Isn’tthis amazing? A co-worker told me about this place and I couldn’t think of abetter place to celebrate my big break! Besides, I need to start practicing Latindancing!” Zen’s grin was from ear to ear. He had landed a lead role in a newmusical. He was excited and so was the rest of the RFA. He took the pitcher andbegan to pour it and hand the glasses around. When everyone had one in hand, heheld his out.

“Here’sto learning something new, and crushing it!” he said.

“Here’sto how lucky all those girls are going to be when they see you shaking yourass!” Seven piped it. Yoosung giggled and Zen rolled his eyes.

“Herehere!” Jaehee raised her glass, a small blush on her cheeks. She was dressed ina short flared skirt and a black glittery top. MC thought she looked amazing,and sexy. She made a note to try and get her out on the dance floor so that shecould let loose.

Juminraised his glass lazily, saying nothing. MC and Yoosung raised theirs as welland they all yelled, “Here, here!” and drank. Zen almost finished his andpoured more into his glass. Seven put his down, not even taking a sip, andYoosung pursed his lips at the taste, licking them and taking another sip witha sigh. Jaehee and MC took modest sips and Jumin held his glass on his lap, hiseyes scanning the writhing bodies on the dance floor, his eyes narrowed. He cockedhis head, eyebrows knitting together. MC wondered what he was thinking. Was heanalyzing the movements? Was he interested in a particular woman? She foundthat she was slightly jealous at the thought.

“Thinkingabout hitting the dance floor Jumin?” Zen teased. “I’d like to see that. Maybethen we’d see you fail at something.” He laughed.

Sevengrinned, but his focus was on Zen.

Juminturned to Zen, “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

Zen’ssmile dropped and he glared at the businessman, at least he hadn’t come dressedin his business suit. He wore a pair of black slacks and a collared polo shirt.He decided to let it go and try to enjoy himself. He stood up and held his handout to Jaehee.

“Let’sshow them how it’s done my lovely lady!” Jaehee choked on her drink, her eyesgoing wide.

“Oh,I…I don’t know how to Salsa Zen! I would make you look terrible!” he laughedand took her drink, setting it on the table and lifted her up by both hands.

“We’resupposed to be having fun! Technique doesn’t matter.” He led her into thepressing mob of bodies.

Yoosungwas still sipping his drink, his eyes glittering as he watched the dancers, hisfoot tapping to the beat.

Sevenhit Jumin on the shoulder. “Hey! You know what you should do!”

“Shutup Luciel!” Jumin glared at him for several seconds, his jaw set, his eyes steely.

Seventhrew his hands up, “Ok, ok…your choice.” He stood and grabbed Yoosung, causinghim to spill some of his drink down his front.

“Seven!”Yoosung tried to get some napkins after setting his drink down. But Seventugged him towards the dance floor.

“Let’sparty!!!” Seven shouted, Yoosung was stammering something about lookingfoolish.

MCwatched them as they set foot on the dance floor and Seven took Yoosung in hisarms and began to dance a very strange Salsa indeed. Yoosung kept stepping onhis feet, but it only made Seven laugh more.

Sheshook her head then turned back to her husband. Jumin’s focus was no longer onthe dancers, but on the drink he still held on his lap. He had yet to take asip.

“Don’tlike margaritas?” she leaned in and whispered in his ear. Jumin shrugged. MCtook the drink and placed it back on the table next to hers. She threw her legover his lap and her arms around his shoulders. He turned to her and theykissed, their lips meeting for a brief second, Jumin tasting the saltiness ofthe margarita on her lips.

“Didwhat Zen say upset you?” she asked as she lay her head on his shoulder, closeenough to brush her lips against his neck.

Juminshook his head, “No, not really, I’m used to his taunts.”

MC’shead came up, “’Not really’?” she asked.

“Youknow what I mean.” Jumin backpedaled.

“Ido, and if you had dismissed his words, you would have been more definitive.You don’t vacillate Jumin. It either is, or it isn’t, there is no ‘not really’.”Jumin loved that she knew him so well, but he was still not used to how easilyshe could read him. He sighed and turned towards her, laying his head againstthe sofa, she lay her head beside his, staring into his grey eyes.

“Iguess, yes, it did annoy me, him assuming I am a bad dancer.”

MCsmiled at him and cupped his chin. “You don’t have to be good at everything youknow. Nobody expects you to know how to dance this.” Jumin’s eyes flashed and hesat up straight, her leg falling off him, her arms broken apart at his suddenmovement. He still faced her.

“Youtoo? You just, what, assume you know what my life has consisted of?” he washurt that his own wife believed the same thing that Zen did.

“Jumin.I’m sorry, I just, well, dancing doesn’t seem to be something that a man likeyou actually does. Oh god, that sounds awful even to me. You’re right, I shouldn’tassume anything.” She slipped her arm between his and his body, laying her headon his shoulder once more and staring up at him with sorrowful eyes. He visiblyrelaxed, but he still held himself stiffly.

“Wait!”MC’s head came up. She looked from Jumin to Seven, who was still draggingYoosung around the dance floor, although they both seemed to be having a goodtime, and back to Jumin.

“Whatdid Seven mean?” MC remembered how Seven had looked at Zen and how he hadspoken to Jumin.

“Hemust have done a background check on me, I assume, much the same as he did witheveryone who belongs to the RFA.” Was his unsatisfying answer.

“Areyou telling me…that you know…how to…SALSA?” MC’s heart was racing, was it possible?Did her husband know how to Latin dance? Could he get any sexier than he alreadywas? Just the thought was making her wet. She bit her bottom lip and the lookin Jumin’s eyes told her that he could clearly read her thoughts. His eyesflicked down for an instant and his smirk made a moan escape her lips.

Hisbody turned towards hers and his hands went to her lower back. His face wasless than an inch from hers, “Would you like that Kitten? Do you want me totake you for a spin on the dance floor? My hips rolling against you.”

“Godyes!” she breathed.

“What’sin it for me?” he asked slyly, running his hands up her thighs and under hershort skirt. Oh how he had tried to change her mind about that skirt, but nowhe was quite enjoying it. His thumbs ran across her already saturated underwearand she shivered.

“What…whateveryou want baby.” Her cheeks were ablaze and her chest heaved rapidly. Jumin’s eyebrowsrose.

“Anything?”he asked. “You know what I want.” He whispered in her ear, his tongue flickingout as his thumbs continued to rub your slit.

“Ok…anal…youcan fuck my ass tonight Jumin.” He pulled away so fast she was left flushed,desperate, and disappointed. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, headingtowards the press on the dance floor. Zen stopped dancing, Jaehee confused,turned to see what had caught his attention. Seven stopped as well and pointedwith his chin for Yoosung to turn around. The RFA watched as Jumin swung MCaround with a flourish and caught her in his arms. His hips began to move sideto side as his feet began the basic Salsa step. MC’s skirt flared out as herhips rolled, keeping time with Jumin.

Hiseyes were glued to hers, a half smile on his face.

Heled her quite skillfully and MC felt safe following those leads. He took herleft hand and swung it down and around before breaking their hold on his rightand having her turn under their clasped hands then bringing her back into closedhold and returning to the basic step. He led her through a cross step in frontof him with them ending up opposite from their beginning positions. His hand onher upper back was warm and steady.

Hetwirled her around the dance floor with confidence, his shoulders were looseand rounded, bouncing to the music. Gone was the stiff posture of the businessman.His arms were flexible, his hips impressive. Before long there was an openingaround them as those who were next to them moved aside to watch the couple. MC couldn’ttake her eyes of her husband. His steel grey eyes piercing through her. Hisbody rolled, relaxed and flexible. She began to pant, both at the exertion andat how incredibly sexy he looked, his dark hair falling over his eyes, strandsplastered to his sweaty forehead. He wasn’t necessarily breathing hard, but hischest was rising and falling, his eyes glittering, MC realized that he washaving fun! This was Jumin Han having fun and she laughed. He joined her,opening his mouth and throwing his head back, he let go. He dropped all of hisboundaries and drove through the dance floor with his beautiful wife, the worlddisappeared and all that was left was her and the music.

He pulledher in and twirled her around, setting her down and smashing their lipstogether, kissing her as passionately as he had danced. He pulled away fromher, his smile radiant, his eyes on fire. His hips kept swaying, his feetlight. They danced back and forth, up and down, side to side. He led her aroundthe dance floor with ease and flare. When the music died he pressed his heavingchest against hers, their breathing was harsh as he met her lips once more, hishands on her lower back. MC hands behind Jumin’s neck, fingers interlaced.

“DamnedTrust Fund Kid!” Zen hissed. Jaehee snaked her arm around his waist and pressedinto him, trying to comfort him. However, she had to admit, the dance had been extremelyimpressive.

Sevenand Yoosung were screaming and clapping, along with the rest of the crowed,which hooted and hollered. Seven put his fingers in his mouth and whistledloudly, dropping his arms around Yoosung and shaking him excitedly.

Therest of the night was a fun filled blur, even Zen had fun, when he stoppedthinking about how good Jumin was on the dance floor. Jumin had to fend offseveral women, and men, who wanted to dance with him. He ended the night ascrimson as Zen’s eyes at the salaciousness of stranger’s whispers. When theyarrived back at the penthouse in the early morning hours, Jumin reminded MCwhat his reward was to be. She had no problem fulfilling it.

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Finished coloring with my phone.... I'm so rusty, it's ridiculous. XD