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First call~

I wanted to draw this scene since the first time I’ve listened to this call! (I’m not used to draw comic pages and this is something really quick so please be kind y_y;;)

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I could listen to Jumin talking about salad for hours.

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(request) I’m beginning to think that i don’t actually know how to color >_>

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A Full Schedule // Jumin [NSFW]

Part Three of Four

(Small Audio Portion of Below Can be Listened to [Here] Audio by the very talented @senilesnake who as of this moment is still taking commissions.)

He checked his phone through the day but had received no more messages from her. A small part of him wished she’d send him another, but the rest of him was content in knowing she’d finally obeyed his orders.

On his way home he commanded his driver to make a very specific stop. He’d seemed surprised by this request but dutifully said his, ‘Yes, Mr.Han’s and ‘Of course Mr.Han’s without hesitation.

Jumin entered the large glass doors of the penthouse after what seemed like an eternity. He exchanged polite banter with the doorman and the elevator attendant as always, but his heart was hammering frantically. His entire body was aching with anticipation, but his face betrayed not a single devilish thought.

He slid the key card and was greeted by the familiar ding and grind of the lock. One of the passing maids bid him a pleasant night before he stepped into his suite.

He smirked to himself as he closed the door, as intended to have exactly that.  

“Where are you, my wicked pet?” He called down the hall as he took off his suit jacket. Listening closely, he opened the closet and returned the missing piece to its hanger.  

“Hold on, finishing this up,” she called back to him from the office.  

“The nerve that she had,” he thought irritated, “she had been baiting him all day and now she was suddenly very busy.”

He strode down the hallway, putting great effort into keep his footsteps even and controlled. He would remain composed and level-headed, even when she tried to crawl under his skin.

The office was pretty tidy, though there was clearly a lot of paperwork being sorted through. In the midst of it all, she sat nestled deeply, clearly very focused.  

She put down the highlighter she was using and looked up at him as he entered the doorway. She hadn’t so much as heard him, as felt him approach. “Welcome home, how was work?”

She asked this of him like she hadn’t been tormenting him all day. Fighting the urge to had to look away he gave her a blank stare, it was the very same stare that he had perfected with his father.  On the outside, he was silent and still, but inside he was going wild.

“Rather dull, horribly uneventful,” he parried,“I’m tempted to just eat in tonight and head to bed.”

She looked at him puzzled but said nothing. Closing the folder in front of her she examined his emotionless face; he was hiding something.

Jumin ducked out of the doorway and headed down the hallways towards their bedroom. She thought little of it but got up to follow him curious what his dinner plans were. She had skipped lunch, but she knew if she mentioned it that she would never hear the end of it.

“Hey, what is this?” He called from their bedroom.

She followed the sound of his voice wondering what he could have found. As she entered the room she didn’t notice Jumin very still behind the door. She likely wouldn’t have noticed him for a moment, but impatient and frustrated, he grabbed her and turned her around to face him.

She opened her mouth to gasp in surprise, but the sound was muffled by soft lips and sly tongue. His hands followed up her shoulders and behind her ears where he held her locked in the kiss.

He broke away to breathe but kept his eyes on hers. “What is this?” he repeated flipping his phone towards her. Her body playfully danced across the screen in the image she had sent him hours earlier.

“I thought it would cheer you up,” she smiled. “I know how dull work can be.”

Jumin flipped to the second image and shared it with her again. He waited for her reply silently.

“Oh, I suppose I got… Carried away,” she tried. Her eyes flicked to the bed behind her for just a moment but of course, Jumin had seen her.

“What are you looking at?” He asked her in a cool tone.

“You, Jumin.”

He slapped her across the face so forcefully that her eyes went blank for a moment. She blinked a few times, trying to recover from the shock, and then looked back into his.

“What were you looking at, my pet?” He asked again. His tone was even colder now than it had been before.

Weighing her choices, she answered impulsively and defiantly, “You, Mr. Han.”

Jumin managed to hide his shock, but just barely. He couldn’t believe that even now she was still trying to test him.

He pulled back and slapped her across the face and then paused again. Before she could recover he slapped her a second time. The sound was thundering.

The force of his hands knocked her off of her feet and from the floor she inhaled sharply, clearly dazed.

“On your feet,” he ordered her without pause.

She took a moment to steady herself, but she managed to stand. The room had mostly stopped spinning, but everything was still a bit bright.

“You will be bruised and battered before I am tired,” Jumin warned her.

She looked at him, her face stinging, and her eyes careful. They followed him as he grew even more impatient with her and she slowly raised her hand to her hot cheek.  

“I was looking at the bed, Master.”

“That’s a good pet,” Jumin praised, softening slightly. He looked her over carefully, making sure she was alert and not too badly surprised. His intention was to shock and pleasure her, not to cause lasting damage.

“Why were you looking at the bed?” he asked her when he was satisfied with the shape she was in.

“I was nervous and excited I was hoping you would take me there,” she replied carefully, focusing entirely on him.  

“What we’re you hoping I’d do with you there?” He asked her, very still. Very calculated.

“I was …hoping you’d let me welcome you home,” she purred.

Jumin allowed a light chuckle to escape his lips.

“You’re too clever for your own good, you know. But, we both know,” Jumin started, grabbing her arms, “what I’m going to do,” he added, lifting her legs, “to those who disobey my orders,” he finished, throwing her on the bed.

She moved to meet him, but he pushed her back down.

“Oh no, no, no, my lovely girl. I’m afraid you will have no say in anything that happens tonight,” he declared.

“You see, if my control over you becomes weak then I must exercise it to strengthen it again.”

She tried to move but found he was already on top of her. Moving his legs to pin her arms from above he was cautious to only use just enough pressure to hold her down.

As she struggled against him he pushed harder, his knees biting into her arms. She was forcing him to bruise her soft skin.

“So now I’m going to bind you, so you don’t get yourself into any more trouble. And you’re going to thank me for taking such good care of you,” he told her as he removed his belt from his waist.

She struggled a bit more but conceded when the pain became too much. He was too strong and had too much leverage over her.

“Thank you, Master,” she murmured.

After a few moments, Jumin was satisfied with his work. He had bound her, rather simply, with her arms behind her back with his belt.

“Now, don’t look so sad, my beautiful girl, I’m going to show you kindness. And it is kindness you don’t deserve. I’m right aren’t I?” He asked bending over her.

He took her chin in his hand, tilting it upwards and asked again, “You don’t deserve my kindness, do you?”

She shook her head, no, and said, “No I don’t deserve your kindness, Master.”

“There is a good pet.” He smiled leaning closer and kissing her very gently.

“Good pets get rewarded.” He traced down her body line until he reached the hem of her skirt. He peeled the skirt back exposing her bright red thong beneath the hose.

“These look familiar,” he remarked slipping his hand between the hose and the panties.

She gasped at his touch. but then went very still.

He traced her body through the underwear slowly. Small circles built up, around and around, until she finally she groaned for him.

Once he heard her he stopped suddenly and as quickly as he had stopped he removed his hand from between the fabric. Bringing his hand to his mouth he ran his tongue along his fingers and laughed.

“You’re so wet, just from this. You poor thing.”

She suddenly understood what he was planning to do.

“Please Master Jumin, please don’t-” she started to cry back, wiggling desperately against her bonds.

“Be silent now,” Jumin instructed without an ounce of pity. He took the moment to soak in how absolutely pathetic she was and it filled him with more wicked thoughts.

She fell silent before him while her mind began running in several directions at once. Each of her thoughts was more tormenting than the last.

Jumin walked out of the room and shut the door behind him. She listened very closely, trying to hear his footsteps or the doors, unsure of where he was going. To her relief, he returned a few moments later with a desk chair.

“Did you think I was leaving you here?” he smiled, setting the chair down in front of her. Leaning in very close to her neck, he whispered, “How could any man leave something so wonderful unattended?”  

He followed with a deep kiss, nibbling at her lip very gently and then plunged his tongue into her mouth. Unable to help herself she whimpered for more into his mouth, but the moment she did he withdrew.

She followed him with hungry eyes as he sat in front of her.

“You will remain silent, and you will watch me. If you do, I will reward you. If you do not I will punish you more harshly. Understand?”

She nodded quietly.

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fun fact: I’m not able to start the Jumin’s route yet.

very well.

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Part 1 | Answer Part 1 | Part 2

Hello from hell! I don’t know how to atone my sin after making this piece. It’s the first time I have ever drawn such a scene ///// Thank you for the great experience, tumblr

Thank you for all the ‘enthusiasm’ for this comic strip! Let me hug you all for bearing the same shit Mr. Han had given to our pure mind \( ; v ; )/ It’s quite hard to finish this one because my mom is always popping around so I got a lot of mini heart-attack every single time someone walks near me;;

Anyway, due to paint tool sai’s maximum limit of canvas size I need to split the comic strips into another part. The question here is now either I want to go ‘further’ hell yeah  on the next part or end it with the sweet lovey dovey stuff. Jumin can be very sweet too aside from his kinks, right :3

Any comments/suggestions are always open~! Feel free to chat with me/leave something on my askbox, I always read it. I might also reply it with quick doodles if you suggest interesting ideas :)

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Jumin: “I love you…Ilove you…I love you so much, and I’m going to repeat it until you beg me to stop” “So..stay. Don’t ever leave my side.”

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ok, but hear me out. so, what if - WHAT IF.

happy birthday, @bleuuuu!!! hope you like you little present, a few hours later than i expected.

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A Full Schedule// Jumin [NSFW]

Part Two of Four:

Jumin had taken a quick coffee break before heading back to his office. He had a few things he had to pick up before the next meeting.

They were two conference calls, back to back,that he had to attend before he could leave for the day. He was grateful the project was ending but it was also a lot of work and most of it was mind-numbing.

“Mr.Han, can I go over this with you?”

He glanced back and saw one of the women from the meeting. He smiled at her while taking note of the crease on her skirt and the scuff on her left heel. He had a difficult time glancing over out of place details.He found that by focusing on the small imperfections of a person he could keep himself focused during even the most boring of work. 

“I was just heading to my office, please join me,” he nodded holding open the door for her. 

He hadn’t even sat down before she bombarded him with questions and statistics.She flipped open a folder and started sifting through the paper clipped pages. As she leaned in closer he noticed that her pen cap had indents along the top and cap, he assumed bite marks.

She was nervous.

Her perfume was overwhelming, he hadn’t noticed until this moment. He recognized the scent as  something much more expensive than she could afford. His father had dated a woman last year who wore the very same scent. He found himself growing impatient. 

“So how should I address this?” She paused.

Jumin opened his mouth to answer her but was interrupted by a phone chime. He set a specific sound for her, a soft bell jingling like that on a cat collar. He liked that she was the only personalized sound on his phone. She was the only person important enough for him to have set such a small detail for. 

“Excuse me,” he motioned reaching into his pocket for his phone.

“Absolutely!” she exclaimed jumping back as if he’d shocked her. She seemed very embarrassed at  just how far away she had to back up. 

He pulled out his phone and saw the little envelop flashing on the screen. Reading the name displayed “Pet ❤️” he felt a quiet rush in his ears. Ignoring it he flicked the message open a bit surprised and slightly worried as she didn’t usually message him while he was at work.

The message opened, attached was a photo. It took him a moment to understand what he was sent. Mostly because he was so shocked. 

She was on their bed, glancing longingly out the widow. Her shirt could be seen partially in the corner of the photo. Cast aside on the bed. She was wearing a bright red bra, the one with the tiny beads and lace trim. He’d really enjoyed selecting that for her at the shop. It was a very detailed piece and it brought out the color of her eyes quite well.

He knew, the set had matching red panties even though her black skirt was currently hiding them from view.

She had kept her heels on because she knew he’d like that. Realizing that Jumin heard his heart start echoing in his head. He felt his face start to turn red.

“Are you alright Mr.Han? You’ve gone very still.”

Jumin tore his eyes from the phone quickly and glanced back up at her. He’d forgotten in that instant where he was.

“Yes, sorry. I’ve just gotten an important message. Can you finish this up with my assistant? Ms. Kang is just outside there,” he gestured absently collecting himself.

“Right away, sir,” she nodded hurriedly gathering her papers.

Jumin looked back at his phone screen. He felt the soft fabric of his boxers tighten as he tried to regain composure of himself once more.

He smiled and typed a quick reply.

“You’ve gotten the reaction you wanted from me, but this behavior is unacceptable. When I get home you will be dealt with.”

He closed his phone and began to imagine the different scenarios in which he could punish her, and which he would enjoy the most.

He checked his emails and dialed the number for the first conference waiting to be put through to the correct extension.

His phone jingled again. He expected some sort of cute reply or emojii. 

What he did not expect was to see her, on all fours, crawling towards the screen. Her skirt had been discarded as well. The sheets bunched up around her knees and legs. He could almost feel the cool, soft fabric against his own.

Her face was slightly obscured but he could see her lips curved in a promising smile.

Beneath was the message “What are you going to do to me? I’m all the way over here.”

“Hello, Mr.Han?” a voice repeated. Jumin looked at the dial pad on his work phone. “Yes, yes sorry. I’m sorry. I can hold that’s fine,” he replied looking up at the ceiling and breathing deeply.

“One moment, I’ll transfer you now.”

He felt the pressure build up again, his heart hammering in his ears. He knew better but he looked down at the image again. His thoughts roared with frustration but also pleasure.

Games like these were his favorite.

He replied to her, trying not to allow himself to be any more distracted.

“If you disobey me again I think you will find tonight most unenjoyable. There will be no mercy from me, as I have none to give to those who misbehave.”

Jumin sent the message with a wicked grin. Before he thought a little bit of rough play would be sufficient punishment. But directly disobeying him required more serious action. He might even have to order some special items in order to adequately discipline her.

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707: you know

707: you'd look real good gripping the sheets of my bed

MC:

MC: seven

MC: no matter how hard you try

MC: i am not making your bed

707:

707: well damn

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707: why are you drinking coffee at 10pm?

yoosung: time is an illusion. once you realize that, you can transcend, and live in bliss

yoosung: *takes sip*

yoosung: also i have a 10 page paper due in the morning that i haven’t started

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You are my savior.

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A Full Schedule [Jumin//NSFW]

Part One of Four:

Jumin rubbed his temples absentmindedly. The droning of the billing department had gone on for about an hour longer than required. The room had passed from uncomfortably stuffy and taken a dive into unbearably stale territory. The head of the budgeting comity had always enjoyed the sound of his own voice but when it came to project budgets he became completely neuritic. 

Unable to feign interest for any longer Jumin  executed his favorite pastime of faking an important message on his cell. As he saw himself away from the table and out of the conference hall his assistant glanced at him. He nodded and she continued jotting figures into her notebook.

Once in the hallway Jumin exhaled deeply. Meaningless prattle was more exhausting than any other aspect of his job. That coupled with the soft whistle of nasally breathing and wet swallowing sounds in an otherwise silent room was more than he could imagine any human to bear. And of course time was money after all.

Pulling out his cellphone he impulsively dialed her. It was simple enough, she was set for his first speed dial option. Holding the phone up to his ear he felt a slight shiver slip from his back up his shoulders.

Even now, months later, she still thrilled him.

“Hey, Jumin. Aren’t you still at work? Is everything alright?” she asked casually. This wasn’t surprising behavior from him.

Her voice cleared his mind and he felt lighter immediately.  “Ah, hello. Yeah I’m still here. I just needed a break.” He leaned against the wall examining the dust along the thick golden picture frame beside him.

He listened to her breathe for a moment before he realized she was waiting for him to talk to her. He had called her after all.

“I need to fire our interior decorator. This artwork is dreadful,” he commented glaring at the abstract painting. The mess of reds and yellows started to making him feel stuffy again.

“I can think of a few alternatives if you’d like,” she suggested. She loved to humor him like this, it wasn’t often he let his guard down. She had learned that it was in the moments Jumin had nothing to really say that he was the most honest.

“No, no. You’re much too busy planning the party next week. I heard you managed to get a hold of another band. I’m glad. It was such short notice that  you’re probably behind now,” he scolded.

Shifting his weight he glanced out the towering windows. The sun was beginning to set behind the cityscape. Some sentimental types might comment on the beauty of the mixing colors but all Jumin could see was that he could go home soon.

“You’re stalling,” she sang. He could imagine her smirking at his attempt to distract himself.

“You’re right, of course.”

“I have an idea to help pass the time if you’d like,” she suggested innocently. He heard her shift on the other line. Her rhythmic typing had stopped. She was very still.

“Oh?” he asked. Glancing back he heard a door open. The meeting had apparently ended.

“Sure, sure. I’m sorry but I have to go now. I’ll be home soon,” he replied hastily.

“I can’t wait, see you soon.”

She hung up first. Likely to keep him from stalling further. He was thankful for that.

Hurrying down the corridor he returned to the room to speak with the project director.

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Jumin calls you on his lunch break. You can tell from his tone he's been in meetings all day all day. Once you answer his mood shifts and he sounds refreshed and content.

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Zen doesn't post selfie anymore. After meeting you he bombards message boards and chat rooms with photos of you both together. He told you that those moments are more beautiful because he has someone to share them with.