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space-kitten-606 · 10 months
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yaoiaddict00 · 1 year
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Jumin x Reader Smut
So I was scrolling through YouTube today and found a Jumin Han perverted call (as you do) and I just wanted to write some smut that follows it.
The call basically talks about Sleeping Beauty, but Jumin……. Phew gotta prepare for this.
Jumin Han, said something along the lines of “I want to see how much you can take without opening your eyes.” And y’all… My writerussy quivered.
So, here is some smut playing on that phone call.
Jumin x Reader (fem)
Smut: Oral (fem receiving) looooooottttsssssss of teasing, fingering (fem receiving) 1.2k words
As always, no proof reading so sorry for any mistakes!!
His hand massaged your tits and his mouth worked bruises on your neck. The faint suckle of his tongue mixed with your fast breathing echoed in the room. You tried to think of other things, the ABC’s, the soft cushion of your shared bed, the smell of his shampoo, the heat between your legs. It was impossible, there was no way of not thinking about this situation. You felt almost embarrassed, talking all this nonsense, acting tough, but crumbling into an almost whimpering mess after he barely even touched you. The only thing on your mind was him. His touch, his breath, his sounds, his rules. To break Jumin Han’s rules is to break a signed contract. It comes with serious repercussions.
Noticing your legs pulling together slightly, he hummed into your neck. God. You clenched around nothing, feeling your panties already damp. He inhaled your scent before moving his hands down to your sides, squeezing your plush before raising your shirt slightly, gently pushing his hands under the fabric and his mouth lowered to mouth your breast over your clothing. He rubbed your sides for a little bit with his thumbs before lifting your slightly to undo your bra. You followed his motions, using your legs to slightly push yourself upwards, knees slightly grazing his groin by accident. His breath slightly hitched at the touch, not noticeable to most but you always picked up on his subtle cues. He slid your bra off skillfully, having done this exact motion on your many times before. Your shirt follows suit, leaving only your lower half clothed. At this point, you almost opened your eyes countless times, temporarily forgetting the rule for this play session; Keep your pretty eyes shut.
Jumin didn’t like those who disobeyed, he is very much a ‘rules are meant to be followed’ man. Very occasionally would he indulge in a brats tantrum, feeling it was a waste of time to work even in the bedroom. In order to make sure you would stay his obedient little toy, he set strict rules for every play. Rules that were broken would be paired with a punishment he would see fit. Once, you accidentally let a drop of his cum seep out, the punishment was having your hands and feet bound while he spanked you, counting all the way up to 20, cherry red cheeks on both ends and face streaming with tears. Of course, he would never go out of your comfort zone, a safe word was established at the very beginning of your sexual relationship but you have never felt the need to use it. Was it because you didn’t want to disappoint him?
Your eyelids started to hurt from how firmly you had shut them, feeling your eyelashes on your cheeks because of how tightly they were closed. You felt them move at each twitch and tug of your lids. Jumin had slowly made his way to your waistband, hands hoisting your knees on his shoulders. He flipped your skirt up slightly before blowing on your panties. The cool air of his mouth paired with your now very wet undergarments caused your legs to tense around his shoulders. He grabbed the waistband of your underwear and lifted slightly before allowing it to snap back on your skin, a slight jolt following quickly behind. You wiggled from impatience, he had not given a command to stay still, just to keep your eyes closed. He chuckled slightly before moving a hand to hold up your thigh, thumb running along your slit. He stopped just above your clit making you hold your breath. He resumed his movements, slow and lazy circles over your clits electing a quiet whimper from your mouth. The warmth of his hand on your thigh was comforting, it paired amazingly with the sensation on your clit, now becoming more intense as his motions sped up slightly. He could feel your hole clenching and relaxing, your pussy fluttering at his motions and the thought of his eyes looking at your most vulnerable parts. You could almost feel the laser sensation of his gaze on your cunt. Suddenly, his movements stopped. You stayed still in fear of what would happen if you complained too much. Would he not let you cum at all?
Then, you felt his thumb hook on your panties and move them aside, exposing your soft, slick folds. Trying to control your breathing, you felt his other hand move towards your pussy, soon two fingers slipping in your hole, welcomed in a warm, tight embrace. You let out a moan as he fully inserted his index and middle finger inside you, curling slightly at your gummy spot. Your head shot forward, eyes still squeezed shut as tightly as possible as he pumped his fingers inside you, a slow and steady pace that was almost agonizing. You wanted him to speed up, even just a little, wanting a more constant stimulation on your sweet part. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were fixated on your face, the scrunch of your eyes and nose, your slightly parted lips, your furrowed brows. He was waiting for you to slip up, though he always cheered you on, wanting you to be his good girl, he knew the things that would make you crumble in an instant. He would sometimes let you win, but was today one of those days?
He slightly sped up his fingers, your head dropping back and letting out another, slightly louder moan followed by heavy breaths. You orgasm slowly approaching as he continued his pace in and out of you. He decided, this time he would let you win while still breaking you. He would purposely not look at your face as you came undone.
His fingers pumped in and out as your pussy started to clamp down on him, your high approaching closer and closer until you felt a warm, wet sensation on your clit. Your eyes shot open as a premature orgasm shot through you. His tongue rubbing your clit up and down, slightly humming at the taste of you on his tongue. His fingers curling perfectly timed with his thrust, his thrusts now perfectly timed with the fluttering of your pussy. You grabbed onto the bed sheets and closed your mouth, a scream muffled by you biting on your lips and you shut your eyes tightly again, riding out your high, bucking into his mouth slightly.
He stopped when you started to pull away from his mouth, pulling himself off you and sitting on his knees staring down at your panties, still slightly pulled to the side, your skirt, still slightly flipped upwards, and your chest, heaving from your orgasm. Your forearm now covered your eyes, head slightly faced to the side, completely worn out. He grabbed a tissue from the night stand and wiped his fingers and face clean. You heard the movement but didn’t even move your arm to look, still coming down from your high. You felt a hand on your head, petting your hair as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
“You’re my obedient toy aren’t you, Y/N?”
You didn’t want to ruin this moment so you didn’t respond. What was one broken rule going to do anyways?
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stormymoth · 3 months
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Yall know what time it is?
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It's time to simp over Jumin Han, bois. You're in it now, lads
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Lets admire him together, folks. Look at his amazing hair and face and eyes. Mmmmmmm
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This man is on my mind 24/7 and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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diavolosbaby · 1 year
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Can I ask for something with Jumin Han? Taking Jumin to therapy after his good ending and just how it ends up lmao. I feel like it can be a mixture of both a crack headcanon as well as possibly serious, up to you how you wanna write it! Thanks!
Sure :)
(Sorry this took so long, and sorry if it sucks it's my first fic after my hiatus from writing)
Taking Jumin to Therapy After His Good Ending
Characters: Jumin
Genre: Crack, slight angst but mostly crack and sillyness
Format: headcanons
Pronouns if used: they/them
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- will be hesitant and will even straight up say no, but of course you convince him
- "hmmm no therapy? Guess that means no " physical " therapy either..."
- he changed his tune rather quickly
- he requested you be there with him, even talking to the therapist
- was very slow opening up and would often look at you to answer for him with his cat like wide eyes, even when you didn't know what the hell the answer was
"So...your mother...did she ever comfort you when you were sad? Did you ever show you were sad?" *he turns to you, expectantly* ???
- very very awkward, reaches your your hand or is always touching you. Is awkward, feels awkward. Doesn't like it, feels out of place.
- Always felt like therapy was for people who had problems, he never thought he had problems til you pointed them out to him
"Jumin, dont you think this overprotective nature comes from somewhere? Maybe you're insecure hon?" *confused wide eyed cat stare and hear tilt*
- just be patient with him, he'll get there
- the more sessions he has the more he'll open up and get it
- will eventually even stop needing you in there with him. When he tells you he wants to go alone, he's very proud. Be proud with him.
"No MC, I think I'll go myself this time. *smug smirk as he looks at you waiting for some sign of pride from you* (please be proud of him its a big accomplishment for him)
- when he does something sort of topic he'll rail it back and start monologuing about how his therapist talked to him about this. Will explain to you where it comes from and that he's working on it, apologizes
-toxic behavior reduces a lot less, mommy and daddy issues reduce a lot less, insecurities reduce a lot less
- ultimately, you won!
- remember, his toxic teauts are reduces but they are most definitely still there! Its him, after all
Again sorry this is so late!!!
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brighteststar707 · 1 year
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I love him
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natasha-in-space · 1 year
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I was so happy to see that the mysmes fandom is still somewhat alive on tumblr, thank you *smooch*
Could I request Jumin with a popular Idol/Actress!MC? I feel like the dynamic would be interesting because most of the women Jumin's dad dated were celebs and all. I got this idea after watching Oshi no Ko, oddly enough-
Ohhh, that is certainly a very interesting dynamic to think about, anon! I decided to go with you being a popular idol. Considering the way his route canonically plays out, I can't really see you being able to hide your identity from him, so I'll go with the initial idea that he learns about your relative fame from pretty much early on in the game. To address the elephant in the room: yes, it would probably take him much longer to open up to you... not because of anything you do specifically, but simply because of his past experiences with figures of fame. It'd be one thing if you didn't know who he was, or he didn't know who you were. But, you are both in a position where you can easily exploit the other for whatever gain you deem useful in the long-run of your career. At least, that's how he views it. Jumin has... a very, very bad history with influential figures barging into his personal life. It made him learn to put up tall walls to protect himself. Jumin doesn't want to get exploited, and he doesn't want to be viewed as a prize to be won. So, be prepared for a very closed-off Jumin Han on your hands. That doesn't mean he'll be rude, though.
He's simply being very careful about what he types in the chatroom. After all, V has decided to make you their new party coordinator for a good reason, and he trusts his childhood friend's judgment with his full heart. There is no reason for quarrels in the RFA. He will treat with respect you deserve, but will keep his distance.
However, as you slowly get to know one another, he will start to open up, little by little. You never force him to talk about anything he's uncomfortable discussing. You pay attention to what he says and you're interested in actually getting to know him as a person, and not a public figure. You're there for him when he feels dejected and lonely after a miserable dinner with his father and his new exploitative girlfriend. And, ever so slowly, he starts to realize that... you're not like any of those vile people his father always tended to bring into his life. You see him, not his status. And that makes his chest feel tight with an emotion he can't quite put his finger on.
I can see the rest of his route playing out relatively similar to the canon one, with a few small differences. Firstly, Jumin would probably try and keep you away from his father for as long as he can. It's not anything against you, he just... Well, when your father somehow seduces more than a few of your seemingly trustworthy personnel, you'd start developing habits to prevent that from happening ever again. It leaves a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, and you should talk with him about this issue one-on-one. It's not about the lack of his trust in you, it's about the lack of his trust in his father, even if he initially denies it. Hold his hands and reassure him that everything is going to be alright. He needs to hear that from you.
Secondly, the whole 'arranged marriage' thing would probably resolve much faster than in the game. It's a very crappy excuse on his part, but Jumin's father will be much more lenient to let his son do whatever he wants once he learns that you're quite an influential figure. It's one thing to break up a couple when he has all the power to spin the story in his son's favor, and it's completely another when you have the power to fire back at them and cause serious damage to their company's reputation. Again, it's a rather twisted way of looking at things, but it is what it is. You'll have many issues to resolve with Jumin's father and his attitude towards you and his son.
Now, as for an already established relationship with Jumin in this scenario, I do have a couple of headcanons! He visits all of your concerts, but he doesn't really like to attract any unwanted attention to himself. He gets the best seat, of course, since he wants to see you shine in all your glory, but it's not anything too fancy. He's here for you, not the press. Your professional lives are independent from each other, and you two respect the work you put into your individual careers on a deeply personal level. It's actually rather sweet. Of course, the fact that you two are dating will affect your popularity in one way or another, but you will never use that to your advantage. You may be a popular idol, and Jumin may be the future head of the C&R corporation, but your love for each other is simple and quiet. Between closed doors, you two are just normal people loving and cherishing each other, nothing more and certainly nothing less.
What Jumin will do, though, is accompany you on your tours, whenever his schedule allows it. After all, you often do the same for his own business trips, so it's your guys' form of travel! His favorite thing is visiting you at your recording studio. Don't get him wrong, he adores seeing you dancing and interacting with your fans with grace and charm... But, nothing beats the opportunity to hear you sing. Your voice is something that can easily make him melt within just a few moments of hearing you hum a certain tune, even after years of knowing each other by this point. It always brings out the softest of smiles on his face as he quietly watches you sing, his heart fluttering to life just like the first time he saw you face-to-face in his penthouse.
Jumin truly thinks you're the most inspiring and amazing person in the whole world. For him, you are the brightest star that helped his tired eyes see the threads suffocating him in the cold but comfortable darkness he has lived his whole life in. You gave him the warmth and light he needed to set himself free and open his heart to the world, and he's forever grateful for you stumbling into his life like a wild hurricane.
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dreamtea-cup · 1 year
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Bro, 707’s route is you confused I am confused, bro. I thought it would be about memeing and talking about space station, but then caught myself thinking whether or not I should bother him when he shut himself off from MC🧍🏼. Boy s got depression 😭
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jswkhjg1829js · 10 months
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i was in charge of a few illustrations used during our mystic messenger cupsleeve event celebrating the 7th anniversary of the game!
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w-sss · 2 years
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it was impossible to miss the opportunity to be photographed with a cardboard full-length figure of himself 🤭
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simp-is-here · 10 months
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Jumin Han x Fem Reader: Disco Pang Pang
Amusement Park Story 1
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Summary: Jumin is taken on a ride where he meets you
Warning: (if I got the name wrong or did anything false with this fic please tell me), I haven’t done anything Mystic Messenger related in a long time so possibly ooc, my writing is rusty due to my like 4 month hiatus and might not be the best, it’s also short, if you see a * it’s because I spend too much time on character.ai
A/N: hey I’m sorry I haven’t been writing, I couldn’t think of anything and I was going through mental stuff.
This will be apart of a short story series based around the same idea, also it’s really really short and I might rewrite it later
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He didn’t even wanna come here, the RFA decided to have a ‘free day’ and hang out at the amusement park, Jumin was unwillingly dragged along. Seven had pointed at a ride for everyone to try, it was a large circle with seats on the rim of it with railings so the riders could hold on.
While they waited in line he staggered forward at a sudden force, turning around he saw a woman there with an apologetic look on her face.
“I’m so sorry, are you alright?” She asked him, hoping she didn’t upset the random man
But as fate would have it, before he could respond the people on the ride went off, making way for the new riders. He watched as the woman went up with her friends, Seven and Yoosung were heading on when they saw Jumin still standing there.
“Not chickening out are you?” Zen said, a cocky smile on his face
Jumin just rolled his eyes, getting on the ride as well. They sat down not to far from you and your friends, he couldn’t help but let his eyes occasionally wander to you, sometimes he saw you looking back. Just as everyone felt the ride begin to spin slowly your face dropped as you felt your skirt ride up, putting one hand to pull down your skirt while holding desperately on the other. 
Jumin saw your actions and took off his jacket, offering it to you, catching the attention of the operator.
“Hey miss, you with the turtleneck.” The ride operator called out, you looked at him as you move Jumin’s jacket around your waist
“Are you single?”
The question takes many people off guard who begin to laugh, including you. With the nod of your head the ride suddenly jolted up a bit, causing you to fly up as well and hold the bars tightly. This happens more and more to the point where the jacket starts slipping from your lap, you quickly let go to readjust it but find your body flying sideways, landing in the lap of a person.
You and Jumin meet eyes as he holds you so you don’t fall, his hands also holding the jacket for you. The RFA (Seven mainly) beside him were cheering and trying to tease him about having a beautiful girl land on him.
“Jumin Han.” he introduces with a bit of a smile
(Name) you say back, holding onto his arms while the ride operator finds his next victi- people to torment.
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Thank you for reading. If you have any requests just send them to me and I’ll try to write them to the best of my ability
And remember you are a fantabulous human being and that is my opinion to which you can not change my opinion so better just accept that you’re an amazing person who is doing a fantastic job. Keep up the great work. Have a good day or night or whatever you’re reading this at
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kymera-casterwill · 2 years
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MY PRECIOUS ARE FINALLY HERE!!!! 🥳
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space-kitten-606 · 1 year
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The sudden urge to call Saeyoung wife and hug his waist and kiss him everywhere 🥺
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cloudiilink · 1 year
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Hey hey hey
Look
I gave Jumin cat shaped eye sparkles :D it's just so him, no?
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I love how it turned out though. I don't like jumin as a character yet (I haven't played his route, I've only played Yoosungs and Jaehees so,,,) but it's funny how zen reacts to jumin talking about Elizabeth lolol
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stormymoth · 28 days
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Smile! :D
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eiruan · 2 years
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brighteststar707 · 9 months
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I would love jumin + dark chocolate for the prompts if the slot hasn't been filled! a combo of sweet and suggestive would be fun but I'll leave the content up to you – have fun with it 🤎🍫
congrats on 300 followers too! :)
We did it! We finally reached the last of the event requests. Thank you very much for your patience Ann, this one is a treat for you!
I've tried to match the request for sweet and suggestive (mild spice warning ahead!), and I'm really happy with the result! I'm sorry it took a few months to get to you but I hope you enjoy <333
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✧Dark Chocolate ~ Fantasies
The silence in the lift on the way up to Jumin’s penthouse is full of things unspoken. The night so far has been filled with so much to say, so many thoughts, indulgences, memories that just begged to be shared. So, their silence now is not uncomfortable. Both Jumin and the woman with him are processing all that has passed between them, and for that, the lift serves as the perfect reprieve. 
Then, all at once, their silence is disturbed by the soft chime of the lift reaching his floor, then the sound of their shoes across the tiles and his quiet words to the guards as they open the front door. He gestures to her to enter first and she hesitantly steps inside. He follows closely behind her and encourages her to please, sit down, make herself comfortable.
He goes to the kitchen to pour them both a glass of wine (the very thing that lured them up here in the first place), and he feels the weight of her eyes on him. Usually, people who come into his home spend time ogling every little detail – and he doesn’t blame them, there is a lot to take in. Not her, though. Her attention is focused solely on him and his every movement as he pours the wine into their glasses. It fills him with a self-consciousness that’s completely foreign to him.
He sits next to her on the sofa and hands her a glass of wine.
“Cheers. To you,” he says, raising his own glass to meet hers with a soft clink.
“Cheers. To us.”
It’s the first thing she has said since they entered the building and it has already set his heart racing again.
She takes a sip, then tilts her head to the side, thoughtful.
“You’re right, this is better than the wine we had at the restaurant.”
“I knew you’d have the palate to appreciate it.”
“You think very highly of me.”
“I do, and you haven’t given me reason to think otherwise.”
And he means it. Others might call him overly critical, but Jumin has met enough people throughout his life and career to know how to read them. He has met many of his father’s girlfriends and seen in each of them the greed and shallowness that his father has consistently failed to see. He has to see through the smiles of his business partners while they're trying to push him on a disadvantageous deal. He could not exist in the position he does and not be judgemental.  
With her, he has searched (especially early on) for anything to prove that her character wasn’t as she presented it. It was for the safety of the RFA (and certainly not to protect himself from his own feelings). But he never found anything in her that wasn’t worthy of admiration.
She has always, from the moment they met, been his exception. The person to make him laugh when he usually would not, the person he wants to tell his thoughts to when he was sure nobody would understand. This much he had told her earlier over dinner. What he did not tell her is that she was also the person to make his heart race when he was sure it could never beat that way for another person.
Despite how much he has denied his feelings, they never once subsided. They only continued to grow with every phone call, every meeting, every word she directed at him (and more painfully in the ones she didn’t – jealousy is a beast he was only recently getting to know). But he was sure nothing would ever come from it. With so many members in the RFA, so many people who seemed to understand her better than he could, so many people less strange than him, why would she feel the same way?
So, when he impulsively phoned her up one evening to invite her to dinner, imagine his surprise when she agreed. Imagine his surprise when she took his arm without hesitation and grew bashful at his compliments. When she didn’t shrink away as he tried to explain how much she means to him but responded with equal enthusiasm.
He is thankful for his own knowledge of people and their reactions because that way there was no way for him to mistake the way she was looking at him over dinner. Her eyes wide and attentive, taking him in like she couldn't afford to miss a moment. And he was not brave enough to say it at the time, but here in the penthouse, over their glasses of wine, as she looks at him with that same intensity in her eyes, he says it.
"Am I wrong in assuming that your feelings towards me are the same as mine for you?"
“To answer that, I’d need to know what your feelings towards me are, Jumin. Would you tell me?”
He inhaled, took a moment to turn the question over and put his feelings into words.  
“You’re in my head all the time. There’s always a part of me that is thinking about you and that misses you when you’re not around.”
“Oh?”
“You fill my head with fantasies. Ones where I can make you feel the same way you make me feel. Ones where I can be the source of your happiness and a person you can rely on.”
“You have quite mundane fantasies," she says affectionately.
“Well, there’s others, but –” He stops, reels himself in before the wine can speak for him. He does not want to say too much at once. If he starts to think about those other fantasies, then he isn’t sure where he’ll end up.
Then, more quietly (as if he is ashamed), he says, “I was sure you wouldn’t feel the same. That there was someone else who had your heart. But is it too forward to assume that you feel the same way I feel?”
She smiles, shy too now.
“It’s not too forward at all. I’ve had feelings for you for the longest time.”
“And you didn’t say anything?”
“I know how you feel about romantic relationships. I value your friendship very much and I didn’t want to risk it by making you uncomfortable.”
He reaches out and cups her cheek in his hand. She leans into his touch and his heart pounds furiously against his ribcage.
“It is that level of consideration and understanding that makes you the last person who could ever make me uncomfortable,” he says fondly.
She covers his hand with her own.
Jumin isn’t sure how much time passes before they move again, before they both start to lean into each other and their lips finally meet. He only knows that one minute he was looking into her eyes, and the next they were kissing.
He can taste the wine on her lips, the fine red he had been wanting to share with her since he had learned about her appreciation for such things. Funny, it tastes better from her than it does otherwise.
They pull apart only to set down their glasses and pull each other closer. Their kisses go from soft and unsure to more experimental, more needy. His hand moves from her cheek to her neck, his fingertips resting at the base of her head to hold her steady. Her own hands find purchase in the collar of his shirt as she tries to pull him closer still.
She leans back just a bit (only enough for their lips to not touch) and whispers teasingly, “you said something about other fantasies?”
He chuckles. “The mundane fantasies aren’t enough for you anymore?”
Her legs are draped over his lap. One of his hands drops to rest on her thigh, holding her firmly in place.
“I know there’s more to you than that. Will you show me?”
He kisses her again, lingering and tantalizing. He usually tries to cut his imaginations of her short, but tonight, he wants to let them run. He moves from her lips to kiss her cheek, then the soft spot where her neck meets her jaw. Her breath catches in her throat.
“Having you here with me was already more of a dream than I could have asked for.”
His breath is hot against the bare skin of her shoulders and his fingers are gentle as he fiddles with the strap of her dress.
“And yet” – she shivers – “there seems to be something else you want.”
Her fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, encouraging him to keep going. He lifts the strap of the dress and eases it off her shoulder. Her hands move to his hair, egging him on to continue.
He lowers his head so his lips are grazing against the newly-exposed skin.
“Be careful what you ask for. Asking me to show you what I want is like opening pandora’s box. You’re willing to indulge me?”
Without hesitation, she breathlessly replies, “yes.”
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