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Tea! Would You Like Some?

Han Jumin x Reader

Jumin Week 2023 - Day 3: Quality Time @juminweek2019

High-quality time shared between two people highly stupid about their feelings. And for each other.

My x reader comeback after so long! Had a meet cute recently so y'all get a lighthearted crushing stage fic for once :)

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How soon you could come had no correlation to Jumin's expectation of seeing you materialise in his living room. At least, that was what he told himself. His traitorous fingers told a different thing. They had typed out a message asking where you were, if there was any problem with your ride, if you had input the correct address in your map, and if he needed to send out a search party if you didn't reply in the next five minutes, but that, he felt, would be too drastic.

Jumin erased the last part and sent the text. He sighed, fingers drumming on the arm of his white sofa. Contrary to Zen's belief, he was not one to blow things out of proportion. He always did just enough and everything else was simply a precaution.

Perhaps a five-minute grace was not precaution enough. Four minutes. He could wait for four.

The second his doorbell rang, Jumin leapt to his feet. He never considered the distance from the living room to the entrance too far, but now he doubted the interior design of his penthouse. Large spaces allowed him to breathe—until you took it away just by not reneging on your promise to visit. You were someone he had only met a handful of times, always with the other members and never at his own place.

Today was special. Today he decided to ignore his fear of being left behind by his loved ones and let you in.

You could be someone he loved. You could be the one who stayed.

Jumin composed himself and opened the door, and there you were, standing with your hands deep in your pockets, waiting for him.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you. Despite being mussed by the wind, your hair fell beautifully around your face like a divine frame that accentuated your features. Your eyes were bright, your smile was wide, and you were wrapped in a coat that must be your favourite. He never saw you without it. He wished he knew more about your fashion sense so he could gift you clothes that you would like. He also wished he was close enough to see himself in your eyes' reflection, but that time would come later. Everything had its order, and patience was a virtue that had been drilled into him since childhood.

"I have been waiting for you," said Jumin, not bothering to hide the relief in his voice. "Did anything happen on your way here? You didn't reply to my text."

"I was rushing." Your smile turned apologetic. "Didn't check my phone, sorry."

Jumin stepped aside to let you in. The fact that your hand could have grazed his had you walked nearer to him did not escape his attention. "No matter. It's all right now that you're here."

Leading you to the white plush sofa where he had waited with perfect calmness, he felt tense and oddly exposed, like he was anticipating a foreboding that might come to pass. He did not feel like Han Jumin. This was an iteration of him that he had not been acquainted with.

"Did I make you wait too long?" you asked.

"No," Jumin said. "You didn't have to hurry. You were not yet late." He hoped the sofa would be good enough for you. He had asked his housekeeper to clean off every speck of dust he could detect, twice over.

You sat down and stared at him with a look that he couldn't discern. "I wanted to be early."

Jumin took a seat beside you, careful to maintain a respectful distance despite his heart's protest. "You possess an excellent sense of time management. We will get along well." Compliments flowed out of him easily when it came to you. If you let him, he would graciously point out your strengths one by one.

But was that disappointment on your face?—though it disappeared before he could probe further. "Yes, I love time and managing stuff." You sighed. "That's why I'm the assigned party coordinator."

Now that you were at the spot where he had cast secret spells to summon you, Jumin wasn't sure what to say. He was desperate to know if you shared his jitters. You were motionless, spine straight and hands clasped on your lap, studiously watching the black television screen. There was nothing save for the blurred reflection of both of you sitting in a similar position. He had been imagining all sorts of exciting conversations with you, but your presence had flung them out of his head. This had never happened before. An MRI scan was in order after you went home.

It was possible that you were growing bored, though your affable expression had not indicated so. But it might not mean anything, for you always seemed pleasant. You were very, very pleasant to look at. It was also possible that he was the only one with an insatiable curiosity towards you. For all he knew, you could be with a partner and merely accepted his invitation to hang out with him as a newly anointed member of the RFA. And you were a member. This was a friendly meet-up, nothing more.

"Tea," said Jumin suddenly. His voice echoed in the silence.

Startled, your head snapped to him. "What?"

"Everyone in my family learns to brew tea," Jumin explained. "The tea leaves in my pantry are directly imported from China, obtained from the only six three-hundred-year-old Wuyi trees in existence. The legend of this tea can be traced back to the age of emperors and dynasties, and it has become extraordinarily rare over time. It has the best quality in the world."

"How did you get it if it's so rare?" You were trying to hold a smile back, but it was not a mocking sneer. There was a certain fondness in it that made him want to let all his guard down and pull you into his arms.

"Auctions," Jumin simply said. "You ought to try it. It will keep you warm." Only then he noticed that you still had your coat on and was promptly filled with horror. "My apologies. I seem to have lost my manners." He outstretched his arm. "Leave your coat with me. It can't have been comfortable sitting in that."

"Shame." You handed it over. "I was planning to take a nap in this."

"Is that how people normally sleep? Or is it a tradition unique to you?" Jumin folded your coat into a perfect half over his forearm. "I'd appreciate it if you could teach me your ways."

"I was joking, Jumin. Should I teach you how to make one?" you said, in a tone so kind that he was taken aback. People tended to laugh at his face or look away politely when he failed to understand a joke.

"There is no need. I already have a handbook for it." Jumin was unable to keep smugness out of his voice. "It includes a list of one hundred jokes that you can make to both family and work colleagues alike. I have made good use of it when I need to break the ice."

"But does it include learning how to take one?"

"Unfortunately, I have yet to encounter a book for it."

You squeezed his shoulder, and the warmth of your touch penetrated all layers of his clothing that he had carefully planned. Navy blue suit, black tie, complete with a beige waistcoat and white striped shirt. Everything was new. "Don't worry," you said. "It just means the joke isn't funny to you. A good joke will make you laugh naturally."

"I see." Jumin fixed his tie. "I promise to laugh at your next joke."

"I said naturally. Honestly, Jumin. Please don't plan for it. You're going to give me performance anxiety."

"Then I look forward to your performance." He smirked, and you groaned. Something about you brought out the childlike side in him that he didn't know was still alive. "If you would wait here for a moment. I shall brew you a cup of tea. It won't be long."

Without waiting for your response, Jumin stood up, hung your coat on the silver coat rack by the hallway, and headed to the kitchen. Something was wrong with him. A smile kept threatening to break out of his face and there was a palpable beating in his throat when it should stay underneath his ribcage and he felt giddy about something. He was sure that this was abnormal. Was he finally living up to Zen's senseless claim that he was a strange creature? Jumin stowed these additional symptoms away for his next doctor's appointment. Forget MRI, he needed a full-body checkup.

Jumin heard a soft padding behind him as he turned on the kettle. Your footsteps were quiet, almost drowned by the gurgling of the boiling water and it reminded him of the elegance of Elizabeth the Third. He'd introduce you to her when she decided to make an appearance. The thought of the two of you getting along put a smile on his face.

"I thought you would've offered me wine before tea. Are you really Jumin?" you teased, peering from behind him. He was scooping oolong tea leaves into the strainer in a precise measurement when his muscles turned rigid. Your chin was nearly perched on his shoulder. He regretted that you didn't.

But Jumin dearly wished he knew either. He paused and looked over at you. Now he could see himself in your mischievous eyes. Now he saw how happy he was. The opportunity came sooner than he was prepared for. His breath hitched. "Would you like some wine instead?" he asked, keeping his gaze steady. "I have a wide variety you can choose from in the cellar."

"Tea is fine," you said. "I'll take anything you give me, really."

"Beware," Jumin said dryly. "You have not known me long. There could be poison in your drink."

It took a second for his joke to register, but when it did, you started to laugh. Jumin was stunned, then relaxed when he realised you were not under any pretences of politeness. He felt as if he got a high score for a competition he had unknowingly participated. He never used to put high importance on winning. As someone who consistently broke his own records, achievements were just another thing that his office and father would hold a customary celebration for.

But you were different. Your laughter was a prize he wanted to win all the time. He liked seeing you in joy, and liked that he was the source of it. It was a high that he never wanted to come down from.

"Did you copy that joke from your handbook?" you asked.

"I came up with it on the spot," said Jumin proudly, and your grin widened.

Your eyes flitted to the only china cup laid out on the marble countertop. "Aren't you making another for yourself?"

Jumin shook his head. "I'm not in the mood for tea."

You lifted a brow. "I am so surprised."

Jumin's forehead furrowed in genuine confusion. "Why would you be?"

You flailed your arms about. "Is tea not your passion?" you said. "You were fired up when you talked about it. That's all you've talked about. If I didn't know you better, I'd think it's your favourite drink in the world."

"I merely wanted to keep you warm, and a cup of tea was the fastest way to do it." Actually, Jumin thought being embraced by him would be faster, but he doubted you would accept his advanced advances. "You're the one who has been on my mind, not tea."

"Not tea," you repeated.

"It's nothing compared to you," Jumin affirmed.

"Oh." You pressed your palm against your cheek. "That's nice. You're nice." You gave a perfunctory sweep at his polished monochromatic penthouse, sparse but efficiently filled with the essential household items. "Your place is also nice."

But you were looking at everywhere but him, and that didn't feel as nice. "You might be the first person calling me nice besides V," Jumin said, deciding to focus on the positive. "And V is exempted as he is my closest friend. I'm not sure how to feel about this, to be honest. I'll have to think about it later."

"Take your time," you said, finally looking at him. "I'm not going anywhere."

Quietly, Jumin poured hot water into the teacup and stirred sugar into the steaming amber liquid, allowing the clinking of the teaspoon to fill the space he couldn't. For all his desire to have his interest in you reciprocated, he could not picture the reality if you did. He wouldn't know what to do with himself. He wanted to invite you into his mind, yet was frightened by the thought of you being repelled after knowing him.

"Careful, it's hot," Jumin warned as you lifted the teacup to your lips. "Tell me, how do you find it? Is it to your taste?"

You took your time sipping the tea. He suspected you did it to keep him on his toes, and had to admit that it was part of your intrigue. Jumin could never guess your next move. Anything he predicted you would prove him wrong in the most delightful way possible.

You looked up from the rim of the cup. "What if I say it isn't?"

A connoisseur in understanding your jest now, Jumin replied, "I shall melt into a puddle and lie on the floor until you give me an honest review."

"I will mop your puddle and wring it out the window."

He looked at you thoughtfully. "I'd say I'm offended, but I heard that committing murder is an expressway to one's heart."

"Sometimes even literally," you agreed.

Jumin's eyes widened. "The double meaning escaped me. You are a genius."

You set your cup down on its saucer with a delicate clink. "But is murder the only way to your heart?"

Jumin forgot the mechanism of speaking. Due to his years of experience with women whom he never spared a glance for, he could detect the act of flirting when he saw one. And you were flirting. With him. He was eighty-nine per cent sure of it. You deemed him worthy to be flirted with. Jumin almost slid down to his knees.

"No." He managed to get a full sentence out. "No," he tried again, "but you don't even have to try. Whatever you're doing, you are doing it well." Two better sentences. Magnificent.

"That's too bad," you said. Jumin noticed that your hand was still wrapped around your cup, steam unfurling on the top of it. You must still be cold. "I've been waiting to hack through your chest with an axe."

Jumin walked towards the heater controller and turned it on. "Is homicide the only thing in your mind?"

"It's more of an ad break from the thoughts of you."

At that, Jumin turned around. You had been thinking about him. He knew how impossible it was to stop thinking about you, and your admission was making him lightheaded. Did you ever dream of him and then scramble for your phone the first thing in the morning just to hear his voice? Did you ever yearn to talk about him to your friends the way he did, except his only friend was doing his habitual disappearance and the loneliness was more profound now that you were his constant excitement but he had no one to tell it to? Did you have anyone you hold dear to your heart? Were you open to considering him as one someday? It was not yet appropriate to be so upfront with his questions, he knew.

But one question should be fine. "How long have you been thinking of me?" Jumin asked.

You leaned against the counter and crossed your legs. "I talk to you every day. So, every day." He wondered if your composure was a facade, the way his was.

Jumin nodded. "We share the same habit. I can't quite recall what I used to think about before you entered our lives."

"Your darling white cat, the cat projects that generate a steady loss for your company, and some new cat-friendly inventions? Jaehee's nightmares, basically."

Jumin chuckled. "You know me well. I must say I'm surprised." It wasn't so bad to be known. He could get used to the feeling. "Assistant Kang doesn't appreciate the fine things in life. It's a pity that Elizabeth the Third is hiding somewhere right now. If you see her, you'll understand why I do all those things for her."

"You love her," you said kindly. "I understand that enough."

Jumin stared at you. You kept saying the right things and he kept falling, falling, falling.

"You've finished your tea," Jumin noted, but not without regret. He dreaded having to let you go.

You studied the empty cup. "Wow, I think I inhaled it. You were right, it was the best tea I've ever tasted. Thank you."

"I hope you will stay longer. Do you have other arrangements for the evening?" Jumin, who had arranged his whole weekend around your visit, calmly inquired.

"I don't," you said, with just as much calmness.

"My collection doesn't stop at drinks," he said. "I have a brand new record player and an array of classic vinyls. You can peruse them if you'd like. A three-star Michelin chef will be flying in to prepare dinner and you can request anything you want, provided that you do it three hours prior. There's also a gym on the second floor, though exercising is probably not the best activity since you don't bring a change of clothes." He paused. "You don't happen to bring one, do you?"

"Jumin, I—no. But I could wear yours if I so desperately need to shower here."

He thought he saw your eyes suspiciously glittered, but it was gone when you blinked. "I don't have clothes that would fit you perfectly." He frowned. "They're all tailored to my body, you see. I'm afraid you wouldn't find much comfort in them. Now, would you like to sit down? I've made you stand for too long." He guided you to the kitchen island, fingers light around your wrist, and pulled out one of the brass bar stools. "Please excuse my bad manners today. Something must have come over me. I don't tend to be like this."

You settled in your seat only to swivel back to meet his towering figure. Your knees nudged his legs, and Jumin was stunned, unmoving. He thought an attraction was supposed to burn him alive, to light him up from the inside. What he felt now was akin to petrification. It crept up on him from the ground he stood and incapacitated his ability to form coherent thoughts.

"Jumin," you enunciated his name with great care. He had never thought his name was beautiful until it lulled out of your mouth. He wanted to brand it into his memory.

"Yes," he said, because it was the only thing his mouth could form.

"Your house sounds like a treat."

"That's because it is. You can entertain yourself here. Whatever you want, I will do my best to provide it for you."

"Other guys could give me those too. There have been some, you know," you confessed, and Jumin was torn between wanting to know more about your past and quelling down the illogical jealousy it spurred. "Gold-dipped bouquets with diamonds, fancy restaurants where they ordered for me without asking about my preferences, jewellery that I wouldn't pick for myself." Your voice was tinted with slight distaste, but it was gone in the next instance. "Do you think I was swayed by them?"

Now Jumin's gaze turned sharp. This was a test, he realised. Your intention was not to compare him to other men, nor was it to flaunt how desired you were. Jumin knew the latter well without needing you to prove it to him. He felt the torrent of his desire all the time. It threatened to wash him ashore and pull him back into the raging sea, never letting him be at peace until he could be certain you wanted him back. So what would you get out of your question? Whatever your goal was, he knew what he was supposed to do. You favoured honesty, just as he did. That was one of the many things he respected about you.

"I doubt you were," Jumin said. "Your affection isn't the kind that could be bought. I may not know you intimately, but I know you would not budge under insensitive bribery, and your tale reeked of one. What they did was foul and not driven by the best intentions. That's not how you, or anyone, should be treated."

Your expression softened as you reached for his hand. "I know you're not trying to impress me with your wealth. I'm sorry if I made you think so. I meant to show you that I'd be here even without you throwing those things at me. You called me just to meet up and I came right away. If I stay back, it's because I want to spend more time with you." You averted your eyes. "Did you have to make me say all that?"

Emboldened by your hold that you hadn't let go, Jumin tilted your chin and you leaned forward by a fraction. "You enjoy my company," he said, assessing your earnest face. He could hear his racing heartbeat in his ears. "But will you stay?"

"You'd really like an encore to embarrass me," you grumbled. "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

"You phrased it as a hypothesis. I cannot be sure that staying with me is what you want unless you state it clearly," Jumin pressed. Though he was always surrounded by people, no one had ever bothered to stay. Not for long. Not for the person he was.

His fear and desperation must have shown on his face, for you let out a small breath and gently squeezed his arm, before trailing your sight to the empty cup waiting on the counter. "I think you should refill my tea," you said slowly. "I need more if we'll talk into the night, won't I?"

The warmth from your hold spread throughout his body and a smile broke through Jumin's face, his uncertainty receding. Someone as beautiful and brilliant as you, a gem rarer than his tea—for those tea leaves could be reproduced but you were one of a kind—wanted him as much as he wanted you. It was the first real smile he wore in a while. "We can switch to something stronger after dinner," Jumin suggested.

"Wine," you guessed. Oh, how he loved that you could read his mind. "I knew it. You always default to wine. Farewell, tea. His affair with you has been short but memorable."

Jumin was all too eager to agree. "Farewell."

Jumin hoped it would be a long, long time before his relationship with you could end. If it would ever end.

The footnotes that I thought would be an occasional extra but they just won't go away:

This fic is inspired by good dates and bad dates and that early crush feeling when you don't quite know the person yet so everything feels exciting and scary.

Don't worry, Jumin's tea rambles didn't deviate from canon. On day 8 he wishes you to learn tea brewing since all his family does it. I thought it'd be fun to highlight his nervousness by making him do something unexpected, especially since he's the type who would randomly do something out of pocket while still maintaining his gravitas.

The tea's legend is based on Da Hong Pao, a very rare, government-protected Chinese tea that you can only get if the president honours you some and from auctions. I didn't think I'd research that deep for accuracy for a mere fic but what am I if not committed.

The header is made to seem like a cheeky ad in the spirit of Jumin's tea endorsement. Contemporary fun with a touch of antiquity is what I was going for to capture the fic's mood and Jumin's preference. The challenge was to make a dynamic animation without looking flat or too complicated but still fit the time, format and size constraints. People still need to be able to immediately read the text, which means no over-the-top entrances and transitions. Truthfully, I die a little bit inside whenever I have to sacrifice aesthetics for function but it is what it is!

Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

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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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omgjumin · 2 years

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Omg Jumin with fem reader smut prompt #17 please HELP ME RELINQUISH MY THIRST MA'AM

the meeting - han jumin!

summary: you have jumin wrapped around your finger which makes him miss a meeting

tags: thigh riding, pet names (princess, love, baby), praise, manhandling (?), i think that's it

notes: id like to think that jumin has a marriage kink. anytime you call yourself his wife, he just loses his composure. there's only two things in his mind, work and his wife.

"you're going to make me late."

"and?" you stood firm in your beliefs as you followed jumin around the house, watching him get reading for the day. though you knew at one point you have to let him go, but now wasn't the time. "love, i have a meeting in 45 minutes." jumin sighed as your hands found its place around his tie once more. "oh really? what's the meeting for?" you asked as if you weren't begging him to fuck you then and there. "it's a meeting with an important client and if it goes well-" jumin paused, clearing his throat as you pulled him closer by his tie. "if it goes well, then i won't be as stressed in the months following." you hummed a response before wrapping your lips around a patch of skin on his neck. "princess... don't press your luck." jumin warned like you cared. "what? you don't want your precious wife to kiss you goodbye?" jumin gripped onto your hips, quickly flipping you around to lean against the wall. "now you know damn well enough that's not your intention here."

there's this look on your face that jumin has really never seen before. the low-lidded eyes that were filled with lust, eyes that if jumin kept looking into, he would be turned into dust. the small grin that has jumin gripping onto your waist tighter, letting out a curse because you've got him exactly where you wanted him to be.

"fucking brat." jumin swore under his breath. he was puddy in your hands, you knew that and used it to your advantage. though it doesn't surprise him— not one bit. it was often you had him around your finger just like that, so easily. it was so easy to beg him to stay just five more minutes in bed so you could bask in his warmth. five minutes that happened to have jumin's long slender fingers run down your body, into your pajama shorts, to tease at your sensitive clit. the five minutes that turned into 20 minutes as jumin fucked you against the bed. his lips just mere inches away from yours as he panted. "god... you feel so good." loud whimpers of your name fell past his lips as his hips began to stutter. "fuck- im sso close... yea, right there?" with a yelp of his name, your orgasm was ripped from you.

swiftly, jumin placed his knee in-between your thighs, forcing them to spread. "go ahead." with your lack of response, jumin pressed his lower thigh against your cunt. "get off on my thigh since you insist on being a brat." a low whimper only left your lips when you began to roll your hips against his clothed thigh. the friction of his thigh felt so euphoric yet you needed more. you grabbed onto jumin's arms to keep you steady. your cunt, only separated by one thin cloth from his flexed thigh made eager to feel more. jumin only laughed to see you to needy for him. the meeting long forgotten as he watched you struggle against him. you begged for jumin to help you, to use his hands to touch you, to keep your hips moving in a steady pace to reach your release. but he shook his head as if he was mocking your desires.

jumin bounced his thigh underneath you, a silent warning to keep going. "i didn't say you could stop, princess." you knew whining wasn't going to get you anywhere, especially with jumin, yet you did so anyway. "come on baby, you can do it. just like that, good girl." jumin leaned down to whisper, his hot breath tickling right underneath your ear. and just like you knew jumin was puddy in your hands from just a simple "please" from his wife, he knew you lost control just from his voice. a kink of yours he knew from the beginning. it wasn't hard to figure out when you kept begging him to moan more, to let you hear him. and it was especially not hard to figure out when your cunt would squeeze his cock ever so tightly when he whispered praises into your ear. "im so- ng cumming!" you yelped out as your hips faltered, stopping for a split second as you came against his thigh. "do you feel better love?" jumin chuckled as he brought your eyes to meet his before placing a soft kiss onto your lips. embarrassing enough, you nodded your head. beginning to shy away from jumin once you realized he let you use him for your own relief. "now don't shy away from your husband hm?" your eyes locked with his before looking down at his watch then further down to his used thigh. "your meeting!!" you gasped as you pushed jumin away from you. "im already late for that because of someone." burrying your face in your hands, you mumbled a 'sorry' before turning away. "don't apologize, after all, i did enjoy it too but-"

"but?"

jumin softly laughed before pushing stray strands of hair behind your ear. "what do you think your punishment should be?"

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redstripstrawberry · 2 years

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Monopoly | Jumin x Reader

Summary: Jumin is spiraling down in his thoughts about you. He monologues about his internal conflict between his ugly desires and his genuine love for you.

Look at you. You’re humming while you’re cooking. Your hair looks soft as it partially covers your face. The sunlight through the penthouse window is making you glow and ethereal. He’s standing next to you, quiet and admiring, and you feel it, he knows. There’s something with you that makes him so entranced. You steal a glance at him through your hair, and it’s adorable to him. You smile as you make eye contact, and he’s fallen instantly.

It is safe in this moment. Is it because you’re here? He never knew seeing you cook would be so serene and precious. The still and quiet picture of him helping and you leading the way makes him feel so grateful, so incomprehensibly vulnerable that he couldn't even picture if it could before you. This floaty and heart-skipping feeling is so new and vivid for him.

He wants more of this and more of you. The fluid chemistry, the genuineness from the both of you for each other, the loyalty, the mudane mornings, all of it. You're handling the skillet while he's chopping up veggies, elbows almost within reach. It’s incredibly maddening when your bodies are so close but not exactly touching. His fondness grows stronger in moments like these, but so do other… questionable emotions.

This high he feels when you two are together: he knows nothing can replace it. And it's why he wants it all to himself, to be drunk and drowning in these feelings of love. He knows now how liberating love can be. To be filled with neverending passion but also with mudane calmness. Jumin knows the euphoria of you. He wants it all. With such a powerful feeling of desire and understanding of such value, the fear of something going wrong is equally as powerful.

When you’re with him, you make him go crazy, paranoid, and anxious, anxious, anxious.

But the emotion he hates most of all when he sees you smile so genuinely at him is greed. Unadulterated and ugly desire to keep you to himself. To keep you safe so nothing can harm you. He needs more from you. Your wholesomeness and sincerity can be so easily corrupted. He has to protect you from being influenced by anything that can deter you from being you. But he knows that it’s not only just that. He wants to protect you to protect himself. The pain of you leaving is too unbearable for him to even fathom. It scares him so much to know this is possible.

He realizes that being too lost in you makes him rear his ugly fixations. You wouldn’t like to see this side at all. A gentleman wouldn’t dare think of his beloved like this. It’s not right. He’s going to hurt you when he thinks like this. The internal conflict in him eats him up, even more so than his admiration at times. He knows that he would never admit it. He is such an ugly mutant that puts on a show for everyone, all the while harboring these secretive and ugly emotions behind his mask, better to hide himself than show who he really is. Would you even love him still? How would you even react if you knew that these feelings still reside in his mind? Who does he think he is that deserves such genuineness from you even though he hides how he really thinks? It feels like your love is too much and too generous. He's undeserving. Why would you be with someone who’s so secretly so warped and twisted on the inside?

His eyes grow dark once more, as he unintentionally focuses on the food you’re making. You glance at him again and realize he’s lost in thought. You gently brush his hand with yours, and he snaps his eyes back to you.

“I love you, Jumin,” you say as you smile again.

And just like that, his fear vanishes. Yes, that’s right, you love him. It is all of him that you love, as you expressed in your vows. How stupid of him to forget that you know all the faces he has shown you and that you accept them all. He’s spiraling again.

“I love you most, my dear,” Jumin expresses earnestly.

There’s a lot of work he needs to do to be someone you are proud to be with, but he knows you’ll be there every step of the way.

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pochipop · 2 years

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＃ MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — YOU'RE A MASTERPIECE: PAINTING ON HIS SKIN (JUMIN X READER).

#. synopsis! — jumin let's you use his skin as a canvas for your artwork .

#. characters! —jumin .

#. warnings! — none .

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Jumin looks at you over the rim of his wine glass, the purple-red liquid inside sloshing a bit as he adjusts his wrist and sets his gaze on your own. His dark irises almost feel intimidating in the moment, but the quirk of his brows gives way to a curious undertone.

"Too weird?" You question, backing off a bit just in case.

If Jumin doesn't fancy becoming a human canvas for your artwork, that's completely and totally okay, and it's his choice to make, of course. Still, you'd really like it if he could say yes. . .

"A bit strange," he acknowledges, "but I see the appeal."

He adjusts his wrist again, bringing the glass to his lips. Jumin takes a slow sip of wine as you process his reply.

"You. . . You do?" Comes your slightly confused response.

Jumin has never particularly struck you as someone who would enjoy more outlandish art forms. Of course, with a photographer as a best friend, he's long been accustomed to some displays of artistic prowess; but you imagine painting on someone's skin and taking pictures of a sunset are two completely different things that evoke entirely different responses.

"Yes," he nods, "you've mentioned before on a few occasions that seeing open space as an artist often fills you with inspiration. I imagine that, although I'm a living person, my skin may not seem so different to canvas or paper. . . Just an open space to take advantage of."

Albeit very literal in his analysis, Jumin roughly hits the nail on the head. His bare skin does inspire you, very much so. It fills you with ideas and inspiration, and to actually have the opportunity to paint on him would be a dream come true. You're almost bristling with excitement before he confirms or denies his participation in the matter.

"Do you have any ideas for the piece?" Jumin asks.

"Ah, well, —roughly," you nod. "The design will depend mostly on what body part you lend me for a while. But, I'd like to do something floral, if that's alright with you."

"I'm a businessman, not a painter," Jumin replies, lips curving up at the sides a bit in amusement. "Designs should be left to the artist."

"Alright," you smile, "something floral then."

He appreciates your confidence the second time around.

"Lovely," Jumin comments, placing his glass of wine down on the counter.

He reaches up to loosen his tie, pulls it halfway off, then pauses to look over at you once more. His handsome features stand out in this position, —a few loose strands of hair falling over his forehead, sophisticated aura cracking just a bit to welcome the warmth of your presence, nimble fingers grasping at the material of his necktie. This scene might as well be art itself. . .

"Will an arm suffice?" Jumin asks.

"Perfectly," you nod.

He strips his upper half, and says nothing about the way your eyes rake over him like you've never seen him this way before. Your fingers, lips, and palms have smoothed over the exact skin you're subtly gawking at a million times; but each time feels like the first.

Jumin folds his clothes neatly and sets them aside before following you to your makeshift art studio, —the one he set up for you in a room he'd previously had no use for. Now, it's utilized often, and he thinks it was well worth the time, effort, and money. He loves coming in here, though he hasn't had the chance recently with work piling up so high. Canvases lean against one of the walls, some blank, some with half finished paintings littering the fronts. If it were anyone else, you'd be awkwardly scrambling to explain that "it's really not like that, —painting is a process!" but Jumin, he already knows as much. You don't feel the need to justify your talents to him of all people.

"I enjoy coming in here," he smiles softly.

It makes him feel closer to you, like he's staring into pieces of your soul. Ones that he just isn't privy to in any other way.

"I'm thankful to have it," you reply, "it's given me a space completely to be creative, and I've never really had that before. I'd always been used to painting in my bedroom growing up, and when I lived alone, there were never any extra rooms to turn into a studio like this."

And perhaps the best part of all is that you never even asked for it. Jumin simply did it of his own volition because he saw your passion and wanted nothing more than to be supportive of it. That's why he hangs your art pieces throughout the other rooms as well.

"It was V's idea, technically," Jumin says. "I simply paid for it to be done."

"Well, whatever the case, I'm grateful," you assure him.

He takes a seat on the sofa in the corner of the room, —the one you crash on sometimes when deadlines get tight and you need a quick power nap before getting back into the swing of things. You're sure to place a towel under his arm, not wanting to stain it.

You gather up the needed materials and set off to work. Jumin tells you that he likes the way the brushes feel against his skin, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you can’t help but hope that that leaves room for this to happen again sometime in the future. Maybe you could even have Jihyun come and photograph the final pieces, —maybe present them at one of your galleries in the future. But, you sober yourself enough to realize that you’re getting far too ahead of yourself. After all, this could turn out like hell.

That doesn’t seem particularly likely, though. Paint takes to Jumin’s skin surprisingly well, and when you joke to him that it seems to you that it was always meant to come to this on account of that fact, he gives you a low chuckle in reply. One that makes your fragile little heart skip a beat: just for him.

“It’d be quite the honor for that to be the true meaning of my existence,” he says.

It’s only a half-joke that he responds with. Even after all this time, Jumin has a particular way of crawling under your skin, sending shivers to your core and lighting you up inside.

He watches you work with curious eyes, much unlike the gaze you often see him wear when he’s sitting at a desk littered with paperwork and various contracts. This look of his is much softer, —sweeter, even. He’s not evaluating anything. . . He’s simply admiring.

“Honestly,” you say, “I was surprised you agreed to this so easily. I was kind of prepared to pull out the puppy dog eyes and lay some affection on pretty thick to sweeten the deal.”

“Well, I suppose there’s no need for the puppy dog eyes,” Jumin answers, an amused smile playing on his lips, “but I certainly wouldn’t mind the affection.”

“Noted,” you comment, giggling just a bit, “—but I’ll save that for later. With my luck, I’d lean in to kiss you and these white dittanies would end up looking like globs of nothingness.”

“Later then, but I’ll hold you to that.”

You know he will.

“Still, I think you captured the dittany flowers perfectly. I saw them in person once at a wedding, —the bride’s bouquet had both those and baby’s breath. At the time, I thought it was a strange decision,” he admits, “but looking at them like this. . . I suppose I understand quite well now.”

“They’re commonly associated with passion and love,” you add. “That’s actually why I chose them for this. . . I thought they suited you.”

“I’m not quite sure what standard you’ve used to measure that, but you’re the artist here, and they look lovely. So, in the end, I suppose you were right.”

“Still,” Jumin speaks up again quickly, “—aren’t these plants aphrodisiacs as well?”

“A-Ah,” you stutter, having been caught off guard by the suddenness (and bluntness) of his statement, “could be, yeah. . .”

He has to admit that you look incredibly cute when you’re flustered, the way you stumble over your words and turn your gaze away, pretending to focus intensely on the task at hand. If you were ever to work at his office, he’s certain he’d never get a single thing done ever again.

“Anyway, this should do it,” you say, adding a few final strokes of green to the stems.

Placing the paintbrush into one of the small containers filled with water, you pull away from Jumin’s arm and allow him the freedom of moving it around. You tried to work relatively quickly so as to not make him sit around in a single position for too long, but art is, above all else, a process. And it’s one that often takes a great deal of both time and effort.

Jumin admires your artwork like he’s staring at something priceless.

The best part of it is that, to him, he really is. He feels beyond honored to have this stunning painting of beautifully full, white-hued flowers flowing along the expanse of his forearm. Though you can see innumerous flaws in it now that you’ve stepped back, it’s almost impossible to dislike it when Jumin looks at it like that. . . Like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, simply because you created it.

“I wish. . . That I could keep it here forever,” Jumin whispers, tone achingly sincere.

“Sorry,” you apologize, “but it’s better to leave the permanent stuff to the tattoo artists. Which I certainly am not.”

Though he yearns to keep your piece there on his flesh forever, the logical side of him knows that you’re correct. Even so, he won’t be washing it off for quite a while. At least not before he’s taken fifty and then some pictures, all of which will inevitably end up blurry, before coming to you and asking for your help with it. Maybe he wants to be self-sufficient, even when it comes to areas he’s unfamiliar with (like proper photography skills and otherwise technologically related issues.) Or, maybe he’s just stalling for time, wanting to prolong the inevitable washing of his forearm for as long as he can.

The world may never know.

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trailerprk-princess · 2 years

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—jumin with a s/o thats also a ceo | jumin han x gender neutral!reader headcanon

!!!: my work is not to be reused without credit/permission!

requests rules

requested by anon: Hello! Your blog is amazing and I love your work!! If you are taking requests, can I ask for hcs for Jumin's S/O being the CEO of a big multimillionaire company like him? I think this would be a power couple! It can be gender neutral, but if you need a specific gender I would like it to be female. Thank you in advance ❤

authors note: YESSS OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! ive always saw mc viewed as a v submissive person & its great to think that jumin would be totally awesome with a more powered reader yk?

he rlly loves it when u correct him when it comes to stuff about being a ceo. you can literally be like, "no, jumin that's not quite correct." & he'd just fall to his knees

LOVES that you act like a "commoner" & even do things they do. like, drive, cooking, eat fried chicken, eat those fish pockets or anything thats deemed to "unhealthy" to him or something he could just hire someone to do like cooking & driving

honestly, he just thinks that you being a ceo & contrasting so MUCH different than he is as a ceo is like 100% amazing

ALWAYS wanting to learn stuff from u & do the same things u do. he saw the way u treated your assistant & mans like "why do you treat them like that??" & when u explain it to him, he instantly starts treating jaehee more like a human than a robot

that being said though, he has warmed up to some things that he never did. probably would get his drivers liscense. (idk if they do permit tests there but if they do, he would get a 100% on the test)

he'd probably find multiple ways to collaborate with ur company!

jumin thinks that first dates should be at a romantic restaurant that charges a bunch of money for a glass of wine. but when u show him that theres so much more to love than fancy shit, hes j in awe. esp cause youre rich as well

he would probably cool it down a bunch w being a ceo & learn that its okay to show emotion other than sterness

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a-small-elf · 2 years

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Summer's eve _ Jumin x MC

Summary:

MC/ x Jumin one shot. Based during Jumin's route.

You mull over your feelings for Jumin on a relaxing Summer's eve in his penthouse, and you have never felt happier.

Jumin also comes to realise his feelings and what they mean.

Notes:

Fluff incoming :) I chose not to include Jahee wanting to see MC during the meal because, I can't remember how it goes. Sorry! Kinda non canon. They haven't said they love each other yet and wanted to explore that.

Forgive me sorry, it's been a while since I have read Jumin's route (Saeran has become my obsession lol)

My first mystic messenger fic, I hope you like it! TAKEN FROM MY AO3 account: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30146862

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The sun was setting on such a beautiful Summer's eve. Clouds were rising over its surface, making it appear as if soft bed sheets were tucking it into bed.

Sleep...Eurgh

You desperately rub your eyelids, fighting the urge to fall further into the slumber your body was currently craving. The luxurious couch your body was currently lounging over was so comfy, this amongst all of the rich food and full bodied wine sitting in your stomach made it near enough impossible to get up.

The meal with Jumin was perfect, and everything you could have dreamed of. Salmon with creamy hollandaise sauce was your favourite. The crunchy fresh salad accompanied with a dry white wine complimented it well...and desert. Desert was amazing. Chocolate torte with fresh strawberries and whipped cream, followed by Jumin's favourite red wine. Everything nearly put you in ecstasy and your head felt light.

Your face flushes as you recall Jumin's eyes watching you, softening at your gaze. The corner of his lips turning up into a cheeky smirk.

'You seem to be enjoying yourself, MC' he asks attentively. He reaches for your hand across the table, brushing his fingers over your knucles.

You stare into Jumin's eyes, getting lost in their beauty. Who knew in less than 10 days you would not only fall in love, but meet your soulmate. Heat rose to your cheeks as you felt intense butterflies circle in your stomach. This, was perfect. You felt so happy.

You felt a certain confidence you hadn't felt before having the wine, it was clearly starting to take affect.

'Yes, very much so Jumin. Everything is so delicious.' You giggle. 'How about you? Are you enjoying yourself?'

Jumin chuckles. 'Yes, my dear.' You feel his hand squeezing yours. 'But my view is much more delicious than any other food.'

Your heart skips a bit. Sure, since being here you and Jumin have shared your first kiss and have done more than the odd bit of flirting...yet something felt different. Good different. Jumin's eyes darken with lust, scanning you up and down with what seems like days of restrained longing coming to the surface.

Noticing you watching him, he gulps, and pulls your hand away. His eyes soften and he assures you with the most handsome smile you have ever come to know.

You both sit in comfortable silence as you finish your meals. Your head and vision feels more stable from the food you just shared.

'Come, let's retire for the night'.

Jumin is standing in front of you with his hands outstretched towards you, his eyes sparkling.

Taking his hand, you stand up - yet you still feel some of the wines effects. You stumble into Jumin's chest as you give out a slight chuckle. He chuckles back and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a loving embrace. Sighing with contempt, you inhale his cologne and your eyes flutter.

'I think my princess may have had a bit too much wine...hmm?' Jumin remarks, and you feel the smooth vibrations of his voice through his chest.

Your eyes snap open and you look up at Jumin, who has an amused expression on his face.

'Oh' your eyes dart around the room as your cheeks redden. The waiter has already cleared the table and left. How long were we hugging for?

Noticing your nervousness, Jumin's hand brushes against your cheek whilst tilting your head towards him. 'I'm going to freshen up for the evening, unless you would like to first?'

'It's okay, you go first' your eyes dart towards the couch as you nod, the light headedness returning 'I need to sit down for a bit'.

Jumin looks at you slightly concerned. But before he can express any worries, you kiss his cheek...a smile returns to his face. 'Very well, I won't be long'.

Your vision swirls slightly as you hear the hum of Jumin's electric toothbrush coming from the bathroom. 'He's so cute'. You giggle. Your face begins to ache with the amount of smiling you have done tonight. But you can't help it. 'This feels like heaven' you sigh, another yawn escaping your lips. 'I could get used to being here' your voice slurs, and your vision dims.

The main room is quiet as Jumin exits the bathroom 'keep it together you fool, you nearly gave in to temptation this evening. Not before marriage...' his mind scolds him as he walks towards the couch where you said you'd be. Panicking slightly at not seeing you, he scans the room before he hears an intake of breath.

Peering over, he looks down and his heart swells at the sight of you sleeping, his breath getting taken away by your beauty. He makes a mental note of how your eyelashes flutter and how your soft pink lips let out small sighs of contempt during your slumber. It was one of the most beautiful noises he had ever heard.

'How did I get this lucky?' Jumin mused as he knelt down beside you, taking strands of your silken hair and running his fingers through them.

Jumin's heart swelled with adoration, a variety of emotions ran through is veins as he imagined picturing a future with you and what that would entail.

Warmth. Happiness. Excitement.

Yet the strongest emotion of all he felt...

was love.

Jumin Han was in love.

For once, he was not scared of his emotions. He embraced them and he felt stronger for it. 'I love you' he whispers, afraid of you hearing him. He wants to tell you these three unpsoken sacred words for the first time, properly.

Jumin gently picks you up in his arms and cradles you. You stir slightly and your eyelids flutter. Jumin reaches down to stroke your head and your breathing falls back into rhythm.

He carries you over to the bedroom. Lowering you gently into the soft silken sheets of his bed, Jumin stares at you once more, his forehead pressing to yours as his heart thumps.

'One day, I will have you in my arms, and we can wake up to every morning...together' he sighs as he stays there for just a moment.

Kissing you on the forehead, he dims the lights and retires to the spare bedroom, leaving you to your slumber.

Your body shifts as you gently whisper 'I love you too Jumin', whilst dreaming of your future with the one and only Mr Han.

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i-l-arva · 9 months

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It really was mystic messenger that ruined my life. You are really going to give me a scenario in which a super mega rich 26 y/o with his entire life together falls in love with me without seeing what I look like then proposes to me within like 10ish days of meeting me via text OH AND ALSO HES SO HOT?!?!?!? I have been set up to fail.

#jumin han #mystic messenger #mystic messenger jumin #jumin han x reader #like are you for serious #how am I supposed to go on #talk about unrealistic standards #he’s fictional

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saesix · 1 year

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#707 x you #mysme jumin #jumin han #luciel choi #saeyoung #hyun ryu #jaehee kang #yoosung kim #mysme #707 mystic messenger #mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanart

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ilyvanderwood · 1 year

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The so called 'Star of the Show'

Everyone was excited for the RFA party, mainly since they get to meet you but... where is the 'star of the show' at? Everyone knew you where here but you randomly vanished into dust a few moments in. Little did anyone know, you where being fucked by your boyfriend in a unused room on the top floor.

Warnings : Threesome (FMM), Rough sex, a few mentions of Afab, breeding (?), smut ofc, degradation, pictures/photos taken, implied cumdump. at end

A/N : I don't normally write smut but this was going off in my head so i tried... srry if its bad too LMAO

Smut under cut <3

"AH~ Va-Vanderwood, pl-please slOW-" you get cut off mid sentence 'cause Vanderwood shoved his fingers in your mouth.

"Quiet... You don't want them to hear you now, do you?" He asks lightly compared to his speed while biting your ear. You lightly shake your head no but just enough to let him get the message.

*Knocking* Your eyes widen as you hear a familiar voice. "Y/N ? Are you there?" The voice behind the door asks. Vanderwood takes his fingers out of your mouth but keeps on slamming into you.

"Y-yeah-"you say quickly, before you knew it the door was opened and you saw a very familiar figure standing there shocked. Jumin quickly closes the door enough that a crack is visible

"I-I'm sorry but, Seven wanted me to let you know that your speech is soon" he says before quickly walking away. You turn red, while Vanderwood doesn't seem to care because he wasn't seen.

You both put back on your clothes and run off to the party looking like nothing happened. When you arrived everyone was crowding you other than two tall figures, talking to each other. You obviously didn't think much about it because you had other matters on your plate.

*i dont feel like writing the speech*

After your speech you regroup with Vanderwood and you guys are on your way out when he stops you. Looking in front of you, you see Jumin's car with Driver Kim holding the door open. Vanderwood lightly pushes you towards the car so that you understood what was going on. You enter the car and sit across from Jumin while Vanderwood sits next to you. The entire ride was so silent you swore you could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

Once you got to Jumin's Penthouse, you noticed Vanderwood getting out and signing for you to get out as well. Once you hopped out the car you went up to the room with the two males, one in front and the other in the back. When you reach the room you get pushed in and land on Jumin.

"Seems like your little friend liked what he saw earlier." A voice whispers in your ear. Before you knew it, Vanderwood was ripping apart your panties and tights while Jumin was taking off your dress and bra. Once your completely naked Jumin carry's you to the couch while Vanderwood leaves the room to gather something.

"..fuck" you lightly mummble when you land on the couch. The thought of two men fucking you made you wet. Jumin reaches behind you to grab some lube while the other male came back with a few other items. The two men set you in between each other before grabbing the materials laid out for them.

"What does the little whore want first... the vibrator or dildo?" Jumin whispers in your ear while putting on a gag and a blindfold to cover your view from the two males.

"Why not both? I bet the slut can take it, now can you." Vanderwood responds pulling your back to his chest so there is better access to your hole. Jumin stuffs the dildo and the vibrator into your hole at once while Vanderwood turns up the remote to the max. It makes you jump a bit and arch your back.

The feeling of soft hands around your body makes everything feel so much better. You go to move your hand to your clit when one of the two takes your arm and holds it tight to prevent it from moving. You start to shake a bit when you feel yourself coming up it all stops when the vibrator and dildo gets taken out of your hole and the gag is taken off of you.

"Now.. what does our whore want?" Vanderwood says pinching your nipples making you gasp.

"Fuck me... both of you.." you respond almost immediately out of breath.

"Say it as a good girl would." Jumin says, as he aligns himself to your hole.

"Please fuck m- Ah~!" you get cut off when you feel two dicks slam into you all at once. Its one of the best things you've ever felt. Two cocks slamming into you simultaneously . They slowing become a pattern when one slams into you then the other.

"AaaH~! P-please cum in m-me" you say out of nowhere catching both of the boys off guard but they yet continued. You could feel yourself coming closer and after one last slam, you moaned pretty loudly as you orgasmed all over both of their dicks. They slowly came after and came in your hole at once.

When they pulled out, you where such a mess. Hair everywhere, drooling and their seed leaking out of your hole. Jumin takes a quick few photos before taking off the blindfold. You go to stand up when you get brought back down by Vanderwood.

"Where do you think you're going? We're not done with you yet." He whispers in your ear while nibbling at the lobe. I mean.. at least a few more rounds wont be that bad... right?

wrote this half awake LMAO

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married-to-google-translater · 4 months

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Yandere Jumin Han headcanon

Jumin would be a possessive and controlling yandere.

He would have a trust issue with people who say they "love" him.

Jumin believes that they all just want money or power.

But Jumin is not blind.

He immediately sees that you are different.

And because of this, he really falls for you

Your courtship would start normally.

Lots of dates and time spent together.

Jumi just can't seem to get enough of you.

He wants more.

And at the same time he becomes worried.

What if something happens to you and he can't protect you?

What if you just disappear from his life?

Jumin wouldn't let that happen.

He would have no desire to share the person he loves with the world.

Instead, he would lock you out.

and preferably throw away the key.

Jumin gets what he wants.

Of course he would like you to love him yourself.

But he is NOT above blackmail.

When you "live" with him, Jumin would still be protective and possessive.

You get very little freedom at first.

but not so much that you slip through his fingers.

If you behaved, you would also get lots of gifts and love.

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xelasrecords · 1 year

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Wedding Scene

Han Jumin x Reader

Sometimes good things come to an end. Although you don't love them anymore, you can still want the best for them. Can be read as the continuation of Greatest Kindness.

Words: 2.1k

Masterlist Read on AO3

Jumin was getting married and you were not going to be his bride.

There was a time when standing beside him on the altar would be a possibility, but at this time, you were destined to watch him from the side of the aisle, clapping for him, listening to whispers of how beautiful his bride was, and how lovestruck and tearful he looked. At this time, the impossible had happened. He had moved on from you. He had found someone whom he would keel over in happiness for.

You watched him watching her. This was what you wanted. This was what you had chosen.

But your breath caught when you saw Jumin hold the bride's hand, not because of his display of affection, but for the tiny detail that no one seemed to notice. The secret gesture meant just for the two of them, his thumb brushing her skin in a slow circular motion and how she could breathe easier after. It was a gesture he used to do with you.

Did it mean anything to you then? Was it a perfunctory motion that you took for granted or was it something you took comfort in? You couldn't remember—it had been years since you broke up with him.

It had been years, and you were still here.

When they were pronounced as husband and wife, everyone in the ballroom held their breath. When they kissed, the crowd erupted and the cameras flashed. You applauded too, grateful that Jumin found someone who would love him and stand by him forever. You knew you couldn't be that person for him, but there was no satisfaction in being proven right. Your lips wobbled and you pressed them together into a firm line.

Under the glittering glass dome at night, the married couple performed their first dance together. Hands on waist and shoulders and forehead on each other's, they swayed to a romantic tune played by the live orchestra. The bride and the groom were an exquisite pair. They had their attention on no one but each other, speaking with their eyes in a language familiar only to them. The smile, the occasional laughter, the embrace.

Then impossibly, Jumin's eyes flitted to the crowd and spotted you. Had you been younger and more excitable, your heart would have skipped a beat. But there was nothing exciting about this, though it was nothing dreadful either. You smiled and gave your best reassuring nod. He smiled back—not the admiring type reserved for his wife, but a gentle one that spoke of the camaraderie from the olden times.

He mirrored your nod and shifted his attention to his wife. One last spin and the dance was concluded. When Jumin made his way with her to you, fingers linked together, you found that your knees were locked. "Allow me to introduce you to our esteemed coordinator of RFA, my dear," said Jumin.

You shook their hands. "Congratulations to both of you. The dance was marvellous, and look at you!" You turned to the bride. "That gown fits you so well. You're beautiful."

"Thank you, I had to stop Jumin from blasting 'Beautiful in White' when he first saw me." She laughed. "I've heard a lot of good things about your work. This guy here got nothing but praise for you."

"You deserve the serenade." You chuckled. "And I was under regular threats to be kicked out of the organisation if I didn't do well, so I didn't exactly have a choice."

"There was always a choice," Jumin interjected. "You could've abandoned us, but you chose to stay."

Did you, though? Sure, you stayed, but you also left them in shambles. Your breakup strained your relationship with RFA. And by falling out of love, you abandoned Jumin. The guilt followed you around even when you could see how much happier he had become.

This regret had more to do with you being unable to leave things behind rather than wanting him back. Jumin was right. You couldn't abandon people and live with yourself. Wasn't that one of the reasons you ended up here at this wedding? You were chasing your own tail, hoping that one day you could bite it off but never dared to. You were afraid of what would happen if you could actually catch it.

But you kept those thoughts locked inside your head and chirped lightly, "As I said, I was threatened."

Jumin eyed you, then decided to play along. "That just means you have proven that you work well under pressure."

It was a familiar compliment, but it somehow felt wrong to hear, like putting on a worn-out shirt that made you slip into another time where you didn't belong. It wasn't yours to bask in anymore.

His wife touched his arm. "See what I mean? I'll leave you two to catch up. It's time for me to be the celebrity among my friends." She glanced at the group of people waiting for her across the room, phones and cameras ready at their disposal.

Jumin kissed her forehead. "Show me the pictures later, love."

After she left, the two of you were left with a chasm so wide that you had no clue how to cross it. What could fill the untouched silence that had stretched on for years? After your breakup, you only approached Jumin for charity-related issues, and he respected the line you drew. You kept things formal. You kept your distance. He kept his heart from being broken by you again.

Jumin broke the silence first. "You look radiant. I don't recall you ever wearing your hair like that."

You touched your hair and tucked the flying strands behind your ear. "Thank you, it's a new thing I'm trying."

"Innovative. It looks good on you."

"I know, you've said it twice already," you quipped.

Jumin looked at you with a strange wistfulness, so you chuckled to brush it away and were relieved when he did the same. "Right, I did," he gave in. "I appreciate you attending my wedding tonight. I wasn't sure you would come."

"It wouldn't be right if I didn't attend just because of our history. It's been a long time ago, and I still care about everyone in the RFA."

"If that's the case, then I understand. The RFA is important to me too, although I'm not sure where the rest of the members are right now." Jumin craned his neck to spot anyone with striking mint, silver, red, or blond hair, or even the brunette woman that he saw at the office every day but failed to find them.

"They're probably hoarding the buffet or making very good use of the photo booth," you guessed.

"I wouldn't be surprised," he said.

You lapsed into another silence. Had it always been this difficult to talk to Jumin? You never had to rummage through superficial niceties before. You expected him to be uncomfortable, but he was merely watching you, studying you with the same intensity he always possessed.

You cleared your throat. "The decorations are splendid, by the way. You have good taste in design." You waved at the floral arrangement on the pillars nearby and the chandelier above.

"I used to read this fairytale picture book when I was a child. It featured a magnificent wedding venue like this and I wanted to recreate it. Fortunately, my wife is fond of the idea and let me live out my childhood dream." Jumin glanced at her entertaining the guests on the other side of the room, his gaze tender and adoring.

You doubted he knew what kind of expression he was wearing. Did he use to look at you with as much love too? The answer didn't matter now. "You've always had great ideas, Jumin. I'd be more surprised if you couldn't make this happen."

"You're kind to say that," commented Jumin. "I knew it. You haven't changed that much. You've always been a nice person."

Was not changing something to be proud of? You had been the same for years, stuck in the same place while everyone was progressing in their life. Look at Jumin, look at how happy he was. You were desperate to get out of the empty husk that you caged yourself in. You wanted to be free from those sleepless nights. You wanted to breathe again.

"A nice person wouldn't hurt you like I did," you said quietly.

Jumin stepped closer to you, voice firm. "Do you think just because someone is nice, they have to do nice things all the time? That's a rather extreme belief to adopt. When you asked for a breakup, you worded it as gently as possible. You didn't just leave without an explanation. You still cared for my feelings even when you thought you were doing something awful. A bad person wouldn't do that."

You blinked and huffed out a laugh. "I can't believe you used that as the example."

"After we broke up, it was all I was worried about. I knew you, and I was afraid you would beat yourself up over it." Jumin's tone had dropped low enough that nobody but you could hear his words.

"And I was worried you would isolate yourself and close yourself off from everyone. But you're here now, so all is well." The smile you gave him was a genuine one. You were happy for him, no matter how remorseful you were.

"Life has an interesting way to play out," Jumin agreed. He seemed deep in thought before adding, "But you didn't ruin my life. Being with you was one of the greatest things that ever happened to me. You were there during my first fallout with my father. You were there when Elizabeth the Third ran away. You were also there when I struggled to undo the knots strangling me my whole life. In all my pivotal moments, I wasn't alone because you never left me."

You took a deep shuddering breath. "How do you still know the right things to say?" It was as astonishing as it was bittersweet how well he could read you.

"The time we spent together wasn't just nothing to me. However brief it was, you were still the first person who loved me for me. I'm happy that I had the opportunity to know you, and even more grateful that you let me in."

You didn't know gratitude could sound so poignant. "You were also the first person who could accept me as I was. I'm sorry for hurting you."

"Don't apologise. There's nothing you could do about a change of heart, and I'm quite content with how things turn out." Jumin reached for your hand and squeezed it. You could feel the cold band of his wedding ring against your skin. "Stop punishing yourself for doing what you did when you did it for yourself. I could only bear to let you go because your happiness mattered to me."

You stared at his hand covering yours, wondering how you could have fallen out of love with someone like him, and how even his affirmations couldn't bring your heart to flutter again. "Your wife is lucky to have you. You're such a good person, Jumin. I wish everyone could see that."

Jumin smiled and said nothing, looking at you with the same gentleness that used to bring you comfort. Your memories of him might have faded, but you remembered how peaceful it was while it lasted. How your principal emotion with Jumin was always joy before it seeped away from your grasp. How much impact you had on each other during that short time, and how both of you had carried it to your present.

There was nothing you wanted more for him than being loved and accepted by the person he loved, especially if that someone couldn't be you. This was the man who always had a spare pair of slippers ready because he knew your feet would hurt after hours of wearing heels. This was the man who would express gratitude for you in a hundred different ways when you didn't think you had done anything to deserve them. He had loved you so, so much. His happiness mattered a lot to you too.

You patted his shoulder with your free hand. "I'll let you go back to your wife now. She must be waiting for you."

Jumin nodded. "Thank you for coming again. I had a grand time talking with you."

You smiled. "So did I."

Jumin bowed and let go of your hand. You waited until he joined his wife, wrapping an arm around her waist, never looking back at you, before turning away.

It was time for you to leave too.

Footnotes:

Rather than regretting a breakup because you realised too late that it was a mistake, I wanted to take a different approach to regret—you know breaking up is the right thing to do, but hurting someone you once loved could also haunt you.

I had a major writer's block writing this and tried to put on different types of breakup songs to get me into the melancholic mood, but surprisingly what worked was playing happy wedding playlists on Spotify. I don't know why my brain works like this.

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