#jumin han reader insert

[pochipop]

＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — A LITTLE LITTLE MORE LOVE.

#. synopsis! — sweet gestures from them to you .

#. characters! — hyun (zen), jumin, saeyoung (707), yoosung, jaehee .

#. warnings! — none .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — back in the mm pit because it's summer and it's time for my annual redownload <3 i've also been thinking about opening a discord, so if anyone has thoughts on that, i'd love to hear them! PLUS, i played the free demo for this indie otome-esque game on steam called homicipher, and i am begging for the release of the first chapter, idk if any of you have played it, but i am way too addicted for having only played like half an hour of it. anyway lolol, enjoy!!

＃ HYUN (ZEN) !! ♡

Hyun, who buys bouquets of flowers every now and again on his way back home from rehearsals. He does his best to match the colors to your needs, —yellow on sad days in hopes they might lift your spirits, blue when you’re frustrated so that it might calm you down, etc.. They always smell so sweet, and you cherish them deeply. They always live longer than they typically should as a result of how well you care for them, and he loves to see the bashful smile tug at your lips as you accept them gracefully, even if you always tell him that he “really shouldn’t have” or that he “didn’t have to.” He does it because he loves you, and he thinks someone as beautiful as you should be presented with something just as gorgeous every now and again (even if he admittedly thinks you’re worlds prettier than flowers could ever be.)

＃ JUMIN !! ♡

Jumin, who writes little notes on the corner of the napkins he rests your coffee or tea on each morning, delicate and elegant handwriting in black ink sinking so perfectly into the ivory material. They’re never the same, always a different expression of his love or his admiration. You like to tear them off and keep them safe in a little box, and you open it up to read them when you’ve had a hard day or when you’re just not feeling your best. He always tells you that you don’t have to keep them, that he won’t be offended if you simply toss them away after you’ve read them and they’ve made you smile, —but you can never bring yourself to do it.

＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡

Saeyoung, who folds little origamis for you when he gets the chance and leaves them somewhere around for you to find. It started with a tiny paper star he was folding for the heck of it, but you liked it so much that he decided to do it again, and again, and again. So now you have a neat little stash of different animals, shapes, and otherwise cool-looking creations (all of which have silly, blank expressions drawn onto them as faces that really add a sweetness to their personality.) You like to sit and fiddle with them every now and again, just to feel the sharp edges of the crane’s beak against your fingertips or to split the little heart apart and see the “i love you <3” written on the inside.

＃ YOOSUNG !! ♡

Yoosung, who buys sticky notes for his studies but ends up using most of them to leave you little notes with cute messages and silly doodles. He likes to think this is a better usage for them, especially when he watches you spot one out of the corner of his eye, and you hold it in your hands like it’s some kind of love-stricken poetry from a wordsmith he knows he’ll never be. They might be simple and straightforward, but there’s not much room for stanzas of prose on these little post-its, and reminders that you’re doing a good job or that you look cute are so much more than enough.

＃ JAEHEE !! ♡

Jaehee, who bakes you little desserts for you to eat when you get home, often heart-shaped or dusted in romantic colors, —always in your favorite flavors. Cookies with little jam hearts in the center, cupcakes with heart sprinkles and a cream just to your liking filling up the inside; each and every one made with so much love that you can practically taste it on your tongue. There’s no one else she’d rather bake for, and no one else she’d rather spend the rest of her days with. Sometimes words are hard to come by, and she worries she won’t always get it right, but when you kiss her on the cheek before taking a bite of her treats, well. . . She thinks things will be alright anyway.

[shewrotesomething]

Jumin Han - The Day He Realized He Wanted to Marry You

People like to think that CEO’s have it easy. That they sit in their big office with their feet up on their mahogany desk, smoking cigars as they watch the money come in. 

Wrong. It’s weeks of working 80 hours. It’s every minute of your day meticulously planned. It’s stacks of paperwork, 30 urgent emails in an hour, it’s meetings upon meetings upon meetings, it’s… missing three date nights in a row.

Jumin has warned you that these few months will be an especially busy period, but he’ll be sure to fulfill his ‘boyfriend’ responsibilities.

Well… that hasn’t exactly panned out as well as he thought.

The first time he had canceled, you waved it off and said there was no issue. The second time, your smile had wavered, but told him you understood. He tried to console you by saying you could eat at the restaurant by yourself. It was dinner time and the reservation was still there. You turned him down and said you’d rather go home and eat at your place.

And now, well, he was lucky that he couldn’t see your face when he called you to cancel. Still, you were uncharacteristically quiet throughout his monologue. At the end of it, you simply said, “I understand. I’ll catch you later.” 

If you had gotten angry, screamed at him

and cried through the call telling him he was a liar 

and that he always chooses work over you… 

well, he’d take that. In fact, he’d rather have that than the quiet surrender you gave. 

As Jumin’s hands danced across his keyboard to reply to an email, he told himself he can’t drown in the issue too long. What’s done is done, instead, he’lld make it up to you a hundred times over. He’s going abroad next month. He should take you with him. At the hotel you’re staying at, he’ll be sure to fill up the place with your favorite flowers, a nice candle lit dinner, a new outfit, and any purchasable item that you even happen to breathe on. 

Later, he’ll tell you about it. He’ll apologize and tell you about the trip. 

It was nearly lunch time when the glass door to his office swung open.

Before he could even tear his eyes from his computer, the intruder spoke, “Jumin Han.”

There you stood by his door. Hands crossed over your chest. The stern expression on your face made his fingers freeze mid-sentence.

“…hello,” was his lame greeting.

You crossed the room and rounded his table to stand by his side then, to his surprise, set a timer on your watch.

Jumin arched his brow and spun his chair about to face you “What are you—” He clamped his mouth shut when you planted yourself onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his frame.

“There’s a 10 minute window before you go to a lunch meeting. It’s mine,” you declared.

Jumin’s hands retreated from his computer and wrapped around your frame. “Were you feeling lonely, dear?”

“Yes,” you answered with a petulant pout. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” you tell him. He could feel the vibration of your voice on his shoulder. “I know this is your life and I won’t be selfish about it. Just give me 10 minutes.”

He wrapped his arms tighter around you. 

There would be times where a passing comment, or a conversation thought to be out of earshot, would say that you were lucky to be with someone like him. Rich, brilliant, young, and handsome, Jumin Han. That was ludicrous. All along, always, he was the lucky one.

“Next mo—” he cut himself off. No, the trip next month was too long. No. “Let’s have dinner tonight. Whatever you want.”

You gasped and giggled. You broke away from the hug to look at his face. “Really? Are you free?”

“I’ll finish work by 8 in the evening, is that okay?”

“Yeah! I can wait. We don’t need to go out. Let’s just eat at your place and watch a movie!” You paused and hummed in thought. “I think I know a good movie that you and I can watch. It’ll be great.”

His hand reached up to caress your face. “I can’t wait.”

It’s a good thing that the trip is next month. It’ll give him some time to find out your ring size and rent a villa for the proposal

[jafndaegur]

Love like You

Mystic Messenger

Jumin Han x Reader

Calling Jumin feels awkward. You've only been in the messenger for two days and hardly know anyone. But the nagging feeling of the conversation between Seven and Jumin leaves a horrible pit in your stomach.

"I heard Jumin is gay..." Seven had said.

If you said the statement hadn't piqued your interest, you'd be lying. After all, no one believed you when you said you weren't a girl—just because Seven had disclaimed it and said you looked like a girl. Your voice being so high doesn't help the case, but a book cover can be very different from the actual story it holds.

I'm very open-minded. The statement you make was hurried and quick, you had wanted to make sure you had mention something in case Jumin is...well, is like you. Yet somehow that simple text of yours was turned on itself and made into another joke.

"Isn't it rather late to be calling?" Jumin's voice suddenly and tersely cuts through the line.

You want to make it right.

"Jumin." Your voice is much more serious than you intended.

On the other end, you can hear him sit up a little more, readjusting and assessing. "We just spoke in the messenger. Is everything alright?"

"No." You say evenly, taking a deep breath. Knowing with the corporate heir, the best way to approach this would be calmly and logically. "At least I don't believe so."

"I'm sorry, " he says it so genuinely, that you wish you'd clarified why things weren't okay first. "While I'm not equipped to handle formal complaints in regards to the RFA, I will be sure to pass on any concerns to V."

"No, I wanted to apologize. To you."

"To me? As far as I know, you've made no transgressions."

"For what happened in the chatroom, I wanted to apologize to you." You say earnestly.

The sigh he makes is less understanding and more annoyed. "It's a ridiculous prank that Luciel and the others enjoy prolonging. The fact that you too have jumped on such a joke is not surprising—"

"I meant what I said!" You interject quickly, hoping you catch him before he decides to hang up. "Really and truly. Such affairs to gossip like that, they're private and personal. And to make light of it is a slight on that trust of privacy. But...I genuinely meant what I said."

He says nothing, his breath a soft and steady pattern for you to listen to. You close your eyes and wonder what he looks like in that moment. Is he disgusted? Intrigued? Or entirely disinterested altogether?

"It is no one's business in regards to who you love," you say softly. "And who, whether it's a man, a woman...or just a person making their way—it shouldn't matter. If you love them and they love you in return, and you're willing to treat each other as equals as you work through life together...then what does it matter?"

"You surprise me by the hour," Jumin finally says. It is a gentle and murmured comment. "I admit I've never given it much thought. But I like how straight-forward you've made it."

"So you're not—?"

"It's never been a forefront concern of mine, but I suppose I don't have a preference either way."

You smile to yourself.

"Perhaps, at the end of the day, I would love a person making their way, doing their best." You swear there is something knowing in his voice and you can't help but wonder...

"Jumin, I—"

And once again he cuts you short. "I'd like to disclaim, I do not wish for you to feel like you must share your own experience as I've shared mine...if there's something you're not inclined to disclose yet, don't feel like you must."

Your heart beats a bit against your ribcage. It's a lovely and anticipant flutter. "In my defense, I don't think I've been subtle."

"Oh?" He asks, bemusement seeping through the tone.

"I did, after all, come distinctly forward and say I wasn't a girl," you laugh.

At Jumin's hesitation, you can practically hear the gears turning in his head. "...are you a man?"

"Perhaps..." You smile. "Perhaps I'm just an ordinary person making my way and doing my best."

He chuckles, it is low and warm. You can't help the feeling of your heart and chest warming, like the slow steep of liquor once you've taken a drink.

"Well said," Jumin murmurs.

[honey-milk-depresso]

Can i please request some headcanons for jumin, seven and Jaehee when they see their s!o being flirted with (tho they are kinda oblivious). Thank you 💕

THANK YOU- OH MY GOD IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE HAD SOMEONE ASKED FOR MYSTIC MESSENGER- DID YOU SEE THEIR MASQUARADE BALL EVENT????

Mystic Messenger Oblivious s/o being flirted with

Han Jumin

He's already known for being quite possessive of you, so him getting jealous is no surprise.

However, Jumin keeps a very professional front when he sees one of the guests trying their shots at you, and while he trusts that you wouldn't try to betray him... he still feels a bit insecure.

For the most part, you being absolutely oblivious to every one of their attempts chiseled a snort from him, before he decides to step in and greet you politely, smirking discreetly at the flirter when you place a sweet kiss on Jumin's cheek.

If he notices that you, as per usual, don't seem to pick up on the act of the flirter, and become visibly uncomfortable, he'll swoop in and save the day, placing a hand on your shoulder and pulling you slightly back against his chest, firmly greeting this creep with a stiff and slightly forced smile with a dark glint in his eyes, enough to scare off the flirter.

Kiss him at the end of the day to make him feel better. <3

Choi Saeyoung (707)

He visibly gets pouty and whiny, clinging near you more than usual. However, he's more lighthearted than Jumin's possessiveness.

As insecure as he may be about himself, he trusts you more that you'll choose him over that flirter any day, and that he knows you got his back as he got yours.

"S/o~ That guy was flirting with you, ya know? Don't make me jealous!" he jokes, as he smirks at your visible confusion. Heh, you only know when he's flirting with you unlike the other guy, his ego's boost just a tad bit with this fact. Obviously the "Space Station" pick-up lines always work! (Jk jk, I love you Seven, even without the cheesy pick-up lines and puns<33)

On the other hand, is Saeyoung sees you getting visibly uncomfortable with the flirter disrupting your personal space, clearly not buying any of their attempts, you'll find storming through to your way is a rare, serious Saeyoung who grasps your hand gently but firmly, bowing his head politely in contrary to his prominent glare before striding you out of the way, far from them.

"Are you okay?" he would ask worriedly. You smiled, "Of course I am, now that you're here." He smiles back. <3

Kang Jaehee

OOHH JAEHEE PROTECTING S/O HEHEHEHEHE- I'M SIMPINGGGGDHFGFDS

Jaehee doesn't get jealous easily simply because she has a lot of trust in you and doubts you would cheat on her for some random flirter.

Even then, she can be a bit protective over you, and she would visibly frown a little when she sees them trying to flirt with you from across the room. Of course, all their attempts failed, and you still remain polite and professional with the vivacious guest. She smiles reassuringly as she caters to all the other guests.

Unlike the other two men, when Jaehee sees that you get uncomfortable with the flirter, she'll walk over with a stern expression, before holding your hand and looking towards that guest with a firm look on her face. "I'm sorry to intrude, but I couldn't help that see that one of my members were starting to get a bit uneased with your behavior. Please do not make our staff uncomfortable."

She walks away with you, giving one last glare at the flirter before she pulls you two to a secluded area. "S/o? Did they do anything weird to you? Are you okay?" "It's okay Jaehee, I'm fine now. You were really like Zen in those movies where he acted as the knight and shining armor."

She smiles bashfully. "Oh stop..." <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[hecalledme-jagi]

MC Calling Them Pretty

My mom has this adorable habit of calling my dad pretty. It happens randomly throughout the day, and I’ve always found that to be an endearing way to show affection. So here’s MC calling the boys pretty!

Zen

- You had spent the entire evening admiring him, watching him switch between facial expressions like it was nothing.

- His friendly and publicly seen smiles, the expressions he’d put on for whatever role he was playing, to the personal and intimate gaze he saved just for you, they were yours daily, and yet they still gave you butterflies.

- When the two of you were finally alone, you got to voice the words that had been swirling through your mind all evening.

- “You’re really pretty,” you confessed, only loud enough for him to hear, in the back of that quiet cab.

- Moments like these, where the air is silent--and the world falls away, kept Zen on the edge of his seat.

- Moments where you made it known that he resided deep within you and that you thought about him just as he thought about you.

- He looked at you, surprised in the most lovely way one can feel surprised.

- He burned this moment into every corner of his soul. The humming of the moving car, the yellow hue of street lights coming and going, the sound of your voice, the warmth of your body so closely pressed against his shoulder, the devoted tenderness you had for him and him alone. Every last detail would forever have a safe place and be cherished, saved for a time when he needed it most.

- However, the usual surge of pride and confidence that compelled him to agree with such remarks never came.

- Instead, he came to know a feeling he’d never forget, one that rendered him speechless and knocked the air out of his lungs.

- He felt loved.

- He felt loved, knowing you saw him in a way no one else did.

Jumin

- It was his first day off in a while, and you woke up early to spend as much time with him as possible, despite all the effort he put into making sure you slept for as long as you wish.

- You staggered out of your bedroom, still groggy from sleep and your hair an utter mess, while he was already put together and preparing strawberry pancakes.

- You sat at the counter, watching him through a sleepy filter, and smiled helplessly.

- He brought you your favorite morning drink and kissed the top of your head, “Good morning, my love,” he greeted before returning to his position by the stove.

- You hummed in response as you sipped at the drink in your hands and continued to admire him.

- You took note of his broad shoulders and how they relaxed whenever you inhabited his space. You watched as he moved with thought and precision, loving the simplicity of morning routines.

- “You’re pretty,” you drowsily gushed as he looked over his shoulder to admire you the way you had been admiring him moments before.

- A gentle smile rested on his usually serious features, “Is that so?” He questioned with a soft chuckle in his voice.

- “Mhm..” you nodded as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, “very pretty.”

- When first knowing you, he would’ve picked your brain, wondering why you would call him “pretty,” but now he understood.

- You called him “pretty” for the same reason he calls you “beautiful.”

- A reason that words, in every language, couldn’t describe to the fullest extent, but that never stopped you from trying.

Yoosung

- You were watching a movie on the couch, his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair.

- You had lost interest in the movie quite some time ago, so now you just sat and took the time to notice the passage of time on his face.

- His boyish features had now grown into those of a man, smile lines setting in, and tired eyes from long workdays. The blond in his hair was slowly turning brown, and it was softer now.

- You didn’t mind the blond hair, not in the slightest, but you always thought that his brown hair would suit his aging features.

- Aside from the age and the tiredness, you also caught sight of the contentment on his face. He was utterly at peace simply by having you in his company, and out of everything else you noticed, this fact stood out most of all.

- “You’re pretty,” you quietly praised, a smile on your lips and affection flowing from every part of you.

- He looked up at you, his face growing a soft pink and surprise resting on his aged features.

- “Really?” He inquired further, his eyes filling with childish excitement, one that never seemed to disappear.

- You chuckled softly and nodded, “yes.”

- “Say it again!” He excitedly urged as he sat up slightly, drawing closer to you.

- You laughed and closed the remaining distance, “you’re pretty,” you gently repeated, kissing him with the same gentleness.

Seven

- “YOU’RE PRETTY!” You happily exclaimed, hugging him around his shoulders and laughing all the while.

- The sudden excitement startled him at first, but he quickly fell into a similar rhythm.

- "No, you’re pretty!” He echoed back, holding your arms around his shoulders and a grin finding its place.

- You stared at him, taking in his slightly reddened cheeks, his beaming smile, and his affectionate gaze that always had a sort of seriousness in it.

- “You’re pretty,” you gushed for the last time, but with less enthusiasm and more warmth. The kind of warmth that comes after a winter's rain, and for a moment, the world didn’t dare to disturb you.

- His grin faded in awe of you, the redness on his face deepened, and his heart hammered in his chest.

- There were days when he felt guilty for feeling this way, for having you in his life, but at the end of it all, he loved having you and all you had to offer.

˚✧₊⁎𝒥𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎⁎⁺˳✧༚

I do not own any characters, all ownership goes to Cheritz. Thanks for reading!

[irl-frankiestein]

Jealousy

inspired by this tiktok, sent to me by @abrokenlink

The bright peals of your laughter blended in with the raucous noises of the bar, but he heard it as clear as if he was standing next to you.

He had invited you out to celebrate your recent promotion yet somehow finds himself miserably watching as a mere stranger entertains you. You laugh outrageously loud at another thing he said and - you must be drunk, right? So incredibly drunk you can't be thinking straight because why else would you be ignoring him for that jackass standing next to you?

He's concocting the perfect plan to dramatically steal your attention and whisk you away while simultaneously making the guy shit his pants for ever talking to you. But you've lost your balance and now your hand's on his arm to steady yourself and he's putting an arm around your waist -

The glass he's holding shatters in his hand, alcohol from the long-forgotten drink splattering his clothes. He groans, convinced the night couldn't get any worse, but he feels a soft hand on his arm and looks up to see your face filled with concern, and feels nothing short of cocky to have your attention again.

You, though, were entirely confused. Some guy had come up to you at the bar, struck up a conversation, and you didn't have the heart to turn him down. You indulged him, and probably had a bit too much to drink, but it was all harmless.

The next thing you know, the bar's quiet as the sound of shattering glass echoes throughout the room. And when you turn, you see him, covered in alcohol, staring at the blood running down his fingers.

You're asking him, Are you okay, what happened?, but he looks up with an incredibly smug smirk, considering the situation, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with his non-bloody hand.

"Glad you're paying attention to me, love."

a/n: i didn't necessarily write this with a character in mind, hope that's okay!

[running-with-kn1ves]

Office Hours

[SMUT] Jumin Han X Fem Reader

A/N: first finished smut piece? Bonkers. I wrote this in a day and… you can tell. I'll get to notes soon btw! Also I am so sorry if this is OOC.

TW: smut, thigh riding, (light?) BDSM themes, exhibitionism, general smut tomfoolery

Synopsis: The chairman's son has taken quite a liking to you, and makes you commit some questionable acts in his office.

Word count:1500

--SMUT BELOW THE CUT--

"I…m'think I'm gonna... c-cum soon.."

Your breath hitched as you tried not to moan.

"Then cum, angel." He said, continuing to type on his keyboard.

You whined, trying not to hold too hard onto him; he always knew how to tease you, acting like he wasn't intently listening to you muffle yourself against his shoulder. He rubbed your back as you ground harder onto his thigh.

"I can't...hah, I can't stop…Jumin.."

He lifted your skirt and leaned into your ear.

"Then don't stop."

You grunted and wrapped your arms around him. He kept typing on his computer, stopping only for a moment to tease you.

"You really want to cum that badly, hm?"

You moaned in response, trying to add more pressure onto your clit as you rode his thigh. You hated how he acted so nonchalant despite making you do this. You're just a measly receptionist, but ever since the son of the chairman took interest in you, your life has been flipped upside down. And instances like this weren't uncommon. It was humiliating, but damn if it didn't feel good.

Jumin stuck his hand in your slightly unbuttoned shirt, massaging your breast. He circled your nipple and sighed as you shivered at the touch.

"Y-you're... you're teasing m-me."

The man chuckled, capturing you in a small kiss as you tried to slow down. But he wouldn't allow that. You felt the embarrassment rush back to your cheeks as he stared at you, grinning a devilish smile at your heated face.

"Don't stop now sweetheart, I thought you wanted to cum; don't make all this noise for nothing."

He flexed his thigh and grabbed your waist to make you move faster. You shoved your face into his neck, trying to muffle the loud moan escaping your lips.

"D-don't do that! You're gonna.. m'gonna make me..."

"Why does it matter now, the whole office has already heard you."

You whined in embarrassment, hoping that was just a bluff. You wouldn't be able to show your face again if they all knew your boss was forcing you to fuck yourself on him.

You tried to pull at the cuffs around your wrists but it did nothing. He was always so intent on keeping you bound. You buried your hands in his hair to distract from the fact that he was *technically* keeping you captive.

The keys to the cuffs were just on his desk, so close you could see them if you turned your head. So close, yet so out of reach. Though it's not as if he'd let you get away even if you managed to free yourself.

But before you could think about an escape plan, a knock came at the door.

Fear entered your body. You tried to stop moving and clenched your legs. But Jumin didn't like that; keeping his hands on your hips he made sure you couldn't stop, pressing his thigh deeper into you. You could feel how wet you were.

"Keep going," he mumbled.

You groaned in response, terrified of someone finding out. But he ignored you, giving your ass a small slap as punishment for your defiance.

"What is it?" he shouted towards the door.

"Uh, sir I have the report you asked for."

Jumin lifted an eyebrow looking down at you for your answer. You shook your head violently, continuing to grind on his thigh out of fear and pleasure. If you stopped now, he'd surely make the person on the other side of the door come in.

"No? You dont want me to finish my work?"

You tried to bite back a moan, making eye contact with him.

"Please." You begged.

He flexed his thigh again. This time you barely managed to hide your whimper of pleasure.

"Just leave them outside the door," he commanded.

There was a pause, followed by the sound of dropping papers. You could feel yourself getting close. The sound of receding footsteps allowed you to let out a sigh of relief. But you were soon swept up by Jumin's mouth as he hungrily stuck his tongue down your throat.

"You're going to have to pay me back for that." he says between kisses. His grip on your hips tightened as you quickened your pace. The heat was building up inside you, making each movement far sweeter and more sensitive than the last.

You were so, very close to finishing.

But whether or not he would let you, was the question. He had been drawing out your high all day, edging you with every touch.

"Ple-please s..sir let me cum I wanna c-cum so bad."

You tried to appeal to him and kissed him harder hoping it would win him over. You didn't know how much longer you could take his teasing.

He bunched your pencil skirt up to your waist, gripping at your soaked underwear.

"You wanna cum huh... All over my new suit? I don't know if I can allow that."

"P-please I'll do...i'll do anything I need to--"

You moaned again, so very close to getting to your high. He chuckled and tore the rest of your shirt open.

"S-sir I...have to wear this for...hah.. for the rest of the…the day."

"I'll get you a new one," he replied nonchalantly. "Now, are you going to finish, or do I need to get someone in here?"

At that you sped up, not caring if your slick began to soak into his clothes.

He stuck a hand down your panties and watched you clam up. You tensed as he started rubbing quick, awkward circles. You cried out and began to grind into his hand, forgetting to muffle yourself.

"You're being so good; don't stop now," he grabbed your chin and made you look up.

"I want to hear you."

He rubbed lazily on your clit but with deep movements. He hardly looked phased while you struggled not to make the lewdest noises known to man.

Your orgasm was building as you let out heavy breaths. You moved quicker, fucking yourself into his hand. Everytime he cupped his fingers under you it was like a pulsing shock. You forgot about the office, forgot about the employees outside, unable to stop yourself from letting out a shaky moan.

"G-gonna.. Hah- I'm gonna.."

He caught you in a kiss, quieting your moans but letting you grow sloppy against his lips.

You unraveled against his palm as he pressed harder against your clit. He teased his fingertips slightly inside of you as the pressure intensified.

"Fuck- I-I can't-"

You hid your face into his shoulder and bit his shirt to quiet your agonizing moans. Finally, after a day of torturous edging, you felt that heavenly sensation.

Your orgasm shuddered through you, the pace making his chair squeak as you bucked your hips. He still held his hand underneath to catch the remnants of your finish. Anything outside of that moment left your mind.

You whimpered loudly as the sweet sensation made your fingers dig deep into his hair. Sweat dripped from your brow. You kept short moans without stopping.

The earth shattering sensation made you thrust in disorganized motions to keep it.

You mumbled out curses as your grinding began to slow. The addictive, agonizing feeling of finally cumming, was slowly leaving you. The man palmed your sex and cupped it. He rubbed slick over each of your folds. It was hard to stay focused on anything but the pulsing in your core.

As your heavy breathing filled the room you could hear the businessman's. He was nearly as out of breath as you. You felt your fear and shame creep back up. What if someone heard? You were too in the moment to notice how loud you were.

"You came fast," he commented, kissing your neck. "All over my pants."

You looked down, seeing a spread of wetness drenching your underwear and his pants. There was no way that could be covered up.

"Ah- I'm sorry!" Embarrassment crept up your throat. You couldn't ever get used to this; no matter how many times it's been. "Then you should probably take off the... the handcuffs, please? So I can clean you up..."

"Absolutely not," he said sternly, staring you down with a strict gaze. "I don't want you to go running off before I get my turn."

He slowly took off his belt, lazily watching as you desperately tried to pull against the handcuffs.

"Now, take off your clothes."

[amysteriousmessenger]

First time with RFA + V and Saeran?

/cracks knuckes this is gonna be a long one, if anyone wants me to write one with Ray, Suity and Unknown please let me know <3 REMEMBER TO PRACTICE SAFE SEX!! Under the cut because of length - <3 please consider reblogging, I spent so long on this! <3 

First Time with RFA (+ V and Saeran) Headcanons [VERY NSFW]

Yoosung Kim First Time Headcanons

Your first time with Yoosung would be a bit of a long time coming. He’s nervous because he doesn’t want to mess it up, and he’s also not quite sure how to approach the subject. He gets overly worried about your boundaries whenever he wants to bring it up and just ends up never mentioning it. This would result in a lot of abrupt ends to make out sessions because he can feel something rising and doesn’t know what to do about it in that moment. Eventually, he’d start to bring it up but you’d have to meet him in the middle of the conversation before he got too flustered and jumped ship.

There wouldn’t be an immediate plan as to when it was gonna happen, but he would frantically buy some condoms at the pharmacy in advance. However, it just so happened that that was the day that the self-checkout was broken and he had to go to a real worker. He’d very much consider asking Zen for advice, and would probably hint at asking before deciding he couldn’t handle boosting Zen’s ego like that. Eventually, he’d just lightly google it and maybe ask one of his LOLOL friends for any general pointers.

It’d happen in his dorm room after a movie had turned into some heavy kissing and a little bit of light touching and resulted in you getting onto his lap. You’d be nuzzling kisses into his neck and losing yourself in his little gasps and moans when you’d felt him getting hard through his jeans, and then he’d be very embarrassed that you’d felt it. He feels like he should be a little more forward, but the words escape him. He’s enjoying himself and he doesn’t want to stop but he can’t find the words to keep it going. 

You’d ask if he wanted to continue and when he agreed, Yoosung would be a little bit bolder and would move you so you were lying down and he was on all-fours above you: continuing to kiss you from that angle.

He’s a little flustered and uncertain about, well, everything. He has a vague idea as to what he should be doing, but you’d going to have to move his hands down your thighs and up your shirt to encourage him that you want this as much as he does.

He is continuously asking if you’re sure you want to continue, if he’s touching you right, if he’s making you feel good, if he’s putting too much of his weight on you- please assure him that you’re fine, baby is nervous. 

Yoosung’s very flustered about seeing you undressed for the first time, and you’d most definitely have to take your bra off for him because he does not know how that thing unclips. He’s also a little shy about taking his clothes off for you too, and you can tell he’s embarrassed from the heat radiating off his entire body. It’s his first time too, after all.

He definitely stumbles his way through the foreplay and you have to remind him to not be so tense, it’s supposed to be fun! He’s very worried about finishing too early since it’s all new to him.

Yoosung’s movements are stiff at first and he’s definitely using his back and not his hips but with time he’ll loosen up a little and get into the swing of it better. You’ll have to guide him and help him set the pace, but he’s more than willing to do what you ask in order to make you feel good! He doesn’t want your first time with him to be disappointing!

He’s SO loud with his moans that you’re 100% certain that his flatmates have heard.

Zen/Hyun Ryu First Time Headcanons 

Your first time with Zen would happen pretty early on in your relationship. He’s both needy and affectionate, so it makes sense you’d end up in bed together sooner rather than later. His flirting would turn to kissing, which then turned to heavy petting, which then turned into him carrying you bridal style through his apartment towards his bed. 

Zen hasn’t been with anyone in a while so he sort of has to root around in his bedside table for a condom, and then has to check the date to make sure it hasn’t passed it’s use-by-date. Luckily for you both, it hadn’t: but at that point, Zen would have probably sprinted to the pharmacy at top speed and back in order to buy a new box if they were out of date. Nothing could stop this man now that he had gotten a taste of you.

Zen’s absolutely going to show you a good time, he feels a little rusty at first but once he remembers where and how to touch you, it’s game on. He’s in two minds about ‘unleashing the beast’ because he’s going to make damn sure that your first time with him is one you’re never going to forget, but he’s worried he might overwhelm you. He’ll quickly throw the latter thought away when he undresses you and gets his hands all over your thighs. 

Zen’s really good at periodically asking whether you’re okay with what he’s doing at each stage and before progressing to another act, he wants to make sure that you want him as much as he wants you.

He’s great at foreplay, he prides himself on it actually. He’s got wonderful fingers and he knows what he’s doing with his tongue. It makes him feel so good to see you coming undone like this before he’s even had his way with you. He’ll insist on making you cum with his hands and mouth before going any further. He’s going to make tonight all about you.

Zen’s a little bit possessive and it’ll show on your thighs, since they’re covered in lovebites.

When he’s above you, ready to move on to main course of the night, he’ll ask once again if you’re sure about this, slightly worried that maybe you’d not thought it through and perhaps just been swept up in the moment: ‘Jagiya, I just want to make sure you’re doing this because you want to, not just for me.’ - ‘Of course I want to, I’m here with you because I want to be.’

The only way to describe Zen in this state is hungry. He promised to ravish you and that’s what he’s doing and then tenfold. He’s so spurred on by your moans, your body and the animalistic need of not having done this for so long.

He has a sex playlist and has it on shuffle the entire time. Zen absolutely is going to match his speed to the music whilst still trying to be absolutely in tune to you and your body. 

He goes absolutely insane when you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him as deep as he possibly can into you, especially when you cry out his name as you do it. He makes a point of wanting to make you moan as loud as he can, it’s good for his ego and lets him know he’s fucking you right.

He can’t help himself but lightly bite into your shoulder as he pounding in to you. Underneath him, you look good enough to eat.

Jaehee Kang First Time Headcanons

Your first time with Jaehee would be a little bit of a wait too, but not as long as Yoosung. Jaehee feels bad that she doesn’t really have time for a relationship with her job, so she feels as though she neglects you a bit unintentionally, and then she’s usually so tired in the evenings that she just passes out with exhaustion. So realistically, it would have to be either over a weekend over a holiday when the two of you were finally intimate together. 

You’d both be watching a musical and by the time it ended, it was practically time to go to sleep anyway. Since you were already in an established relationship with Jaehee and were getting physically comfortable with each other, you just slept in her bed whenever you stayed over.

It would start with a little bit of light kissing and touches, which turned into soft moans and gasps. Jaehee’s a little embarrassed at the noises she’s letting out, but it’s been a while she’s she’s been with anyone so the sensations feel so new to her again. 

You’d probably have to be the one to initiate it because Jaehee’s a little uncertain as to how to proceed, especially if she’s never been with a woman before. You place your hand on the inside of her thigh and break the kiss for a moment to ask: - ‘Do you trust me?’ ‘Of course, _____.’ - ‘Do you want me to keep going?’  ‘I do...’

You’d start touching her through her clothes first and then slip your hand underneath into her underwear when she’s a little more turned on. Jaehee continues to kiss you as you touch her and you can’t help but mildly embarrass her at how cute her little moans and whimpers are.

When Jaehee touches you, she’ll start the same way by touching you with her hand and then asks if you’d like her to do a little bit more than just using her hand, to which you moan out that yes, you would like that.

‘You might have to show me how you like it. I want to make you feel food so please, don’t be afraid to tell me if you want it differently.’

She hesitates a little bit when she’s actually between your thighs, and takes a few seconds just to steady herself before she starts kissing and lightly touching the inside of your legs, working her way up to your more intimate area.

Jaehee starts out very gentle and reserved and gets more confident in herself as your moans increased. You didn’t have to correct her one way or another because she absorbed your reactions very quickly and figured out what you liked and disliked and actually made you finish a lot quicker than you were expecting. She kept going so you could finish again, partially because she just enjoyed finally getting to be with you like this, and also because she wanted to make you feel as good as you make her feel. 

You obviously repay the favour to her afterwards, Jaehee’s quite quiet so you enjoy finding new ways to make her moan and emit cute little mewls and gasps and then for her to be embarrassed over it.

It’s not the most energetic session, but it’s sweet, gentle and with infinite tenderness.

Jumin Han First Time Headcanons

Jumin wouldn’t wait too long before sleeping with you. He wants to be different from his father and make sure you’re comfortably together before doing anything beyond kissing, but he also can’t keep his mind from wandering when he’s at work. He wants to claim you utterly and entirely, he needs you to be his.

He would bring it up beforehand, because that’s just who Jumin is but he tries his best not to phrase it like a business exchange. He wouldn’t expect you to have a date in mind or anything like that, but he’d like the greenlight that he can start thinking about things like that. Jumin hasn’t been with anyone beforehand (almost entirely out of disinterest), but he already has basic things like condoms, lubes and a few other items at home, and plans to expand his ‘collection’ as your relationship progresses.

Jumin’s absolutely a wine-and-dine kind of man, so he’d have the full evening planned with you and finish it with accompanying him to his home to enjoy the night’s view from his building. He’d kiss you with a little more passion than usual when outside and things for descend from there. You go over to the sofa for a little while, essentially straddling him and loosening his tie and cufflinks, just to get the situation a little more heated. 

Jumin usually can’t take a hint, but he does this time and continues to kiss you all the way to his bedroom where he has to stop himself from pushing you onto his bed and taking you right there. Where were his manners? Consent and foreplay come before that. Jumin’s actions aren’t fluid at first, but they’re certainly purposeful. He analyses each of your reactions as they come so he can gauge what you like and dislike and quickly turns to teasing you with his fingers and lips. ‘Would you like me to continue?’ He’ll ask, his voice seemingly as cool and collected as ever. - ‘Y-yes...’ You breathe out in response.

Jumin’s a gentleman and despite having no prior experience, he so easily controls the situation. He wants to make tonight about you and how good he can make you feel, he doesn’t feel any particular way about it being his first time in general, what’s most important to him is that it’s your first time together, so he wants to make a good impression. He takes a personal enjoyment in unzipping the back of your dress, commenting on how well the necklace he bought you suits you with a slight smirk.

He’ll comment on how beautiful he thinks your body is and that there’s no need to be embarrassed around him. He’s so considerate of you and your body, he knows how to touch you just right even though he’s never touched you like this before. He always waits until you’re entirely comfortable with what he’s doing with his fingers before progressing to anything more. 

If you’re self conscious about the way you sound, Jumin will put a little bit of light instrumental music on, probably jazz. He’ll first misunderstand and think you’re worried about being overheard and try to assure you that he had no neighbours and it would take him a few seconds to realise what you were actually worried about and he would just melt. Jumin absolutely wants to hear how good he’s making you feel and your moans are turning him on so much, he doesn’t mind having some music play in the background if it means you're more comfortable.

Saeyoung Choi First Time Headcanons 

Seven’s frequently made ‘no sex before marriage’ and ‘save room for Jesus’ jokes, but this boy is horny and no amount of porn and hentai is going to help him sort that out. Seven owns lube but doesn’t actually have any condoms in his possession since he was never actually expecting to get this far, so if you don’t bring one, he’ll either have to run to the store or, most horrifically, ask Vanderwood for one. Vanderwood doesn’t even dignify that text with a response.

There wouldn’t have been a plan or a real conversation beforehand, the two of you would have just been at Seven’s house watching a film or looking at memes on his bed before things got real steamy, real quickly and neither of you were in the mood to stop. You’d climbed on top of him to start kissing him, effectively (but unintentionally) pinning him to the bed when you’re felt him growing hard underneath you. 

This would progress with some dry humping, which definitely made Seven harder and got you in the mood a bit more. You’d find Seven’s hands moved their way up to your hips, guiding your pace as you grinded against him. Seven’s very vocal when he gets into it and he’s a switch anyway so he doesn’t really mind who’s in control as long as you’re both enjoying yourselves. He can’t quite resist the instinct to buck his hips up into you. ‘I don’t mind if you don’t, but do you wanna go any further than this?’ He’ll ask from below before quickly adding, ‘Just, uhh, because if not- which is completely fine, I’ll need to go take care of this in the bathroom-’ - ‘Of course I do, idiot. I’m literally on top of you. Do you want me to stop?’ ‘Definitely not.’ Seven would reply, with a smile and half lidded eyes.

He’ll pull you down onto him, and then roll over so that he was on top of you, his hands quickly finding their way under your t-shirt and massaging at your chest. He’ll probably disappear to go and wash his hands before anything progresses further, since he had just been eating Honey Buddha Chips and didn’t want to touch you with dirty fingers.

If you want him to put on a playlist, it means you have to be willing to take the risk of getting fucked to ‘All Star’ - Smash Mouth and ‘Rasputin’ - Boney M, or God Forbid, just the entire Bee Movie script but the nightcore version of it. That can come at a later date.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that Seven was that good with his fingers, seeing as what he did for a job, but the man had talent. He’d be able to make you cum with his fingers alone more than once given the speed he was able to move them at. 

Seven’s actually a little bit nervous too, since he doesn’t want to be bad for you. He’s spent his whole like thinking he’s a fuck up and he doesn’t want this to be another contribution to that. He needs a little reassurance too. There’s so much kissing and a few lovebites flying around. You even give Seven a couple and you laugh at him, knowing Vanderwood’s going to bully him about it tomorrow.

For the main act, he’d start on top but there’d be a good amount of position switching and you make an attempt at riding him for a bit. There’s a lot of fuck ups and laughter, but there’s even more love involved. He’d want to keep checking in and knowing that he’s making you feel good, but he can tell you’d having a good time from the way you’re riding him and the way you throw your head back every time he thrusts up into you. It’s lucky he has a lot of strength in his arms so he can hold you steady.

GE Saeran Choi First Time Headcanons

With Saeran, your first time would probably happen a bit quicker than people would expect. This man had been so deprived of love and affection for his whole life, and with the future so uncertain, he wanted to experience your love in everyway that you’d allow him. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you in varying lustful daydreams before, especially when he was alone in his room at Mint Eye, or stuck in front of the monitors in the IT room. Ray nervously fantasised about it, whereas his dark Saeran alter angrily touched himself to a scrunched up photograph of you just to get you out of his mind at night, so it was safe to say he’d thought about it. 

Sex is never just sex to Saeran, it’s offering everything you are to one another. To him, it’s loving, intimate and generous: which is exactly why he wants your first time together to be perfect. The two of you had shared a bed several times since you had nowhere safe to go whilst Saeran’s father and the agency were out for blood, so you tended to hotel hop a little and you both needed to know the other was safe and just have one other’s presence. Besides, Saeran wasn’t accustomed to the outside world yet and he wanted you there for help and guidance. 

Saeran would probably ask you before buying lube and a condom in case you had any preferences, he doesn’t want to get ahead of himself if you aren’t comfortable yet, but he doesn’t want to be caught unprepared if the moment comes. 

 Saeran enjoys giving you romantic surprises now he has the freedom to do so, these include bringing you flowers, filling a bubble bath for you and buying you chocolates since he can’t currently make them. So realistically, your first time would probably be after he innocently did all of these in succession. He’d been working really late at his computer with the intelligence unit and continued working whilst you were in the bath, so when you get out and get into your new (rather short) night dress, generously donated by one of the clothing stores that Jumin owns, and telling him to come to bed for the night because you’ve missed him all day, he practically can’t keep himself from wanting to kiss you. His shoulders are pretty stiff from working at the screen for so long, so you pull him onto the bed with you, embracing Saeran as you lay down together, gently rubbing them to ease the tension.

‘Sweetheart, I swear you look more and more beautiful every time I see you. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, you’re an angel.’ He says as he moves up, cupping your cheek and kissing you gently.

Everything Saeran says to you is from the heart and you so readily reciprocate the love and affection he gives you. He places one hand on your exposed, lower thigh and slowly moves it up to where the hem of the nightdress sits, indicating that he won’t go any further until you tell him that it’s okay. 

Saeran’s movements are slow but determined, he wants to show you physically how much he loves you, he wants to make you feel good while he can. He’d ask you to lay back on the bed so he can kiss you and touch you at the same time, touching you gently over your underwear first and then underneath when he asked you if it was alright for him to do that. ‘My love, I want to try and make you feel even better than this. Will you let me?’ he asks before he’s between your legs, gently moving your thighs apart so he can pull your underwear down. 

Your inner thighs are covered in kisses and maybe even a little lovebite here and there. Saeran gives you a lot of attention with his mouth and he’s a little shaky at first but he’s very determined to figure out what you like best. He tends to tease you a bit, both intentionally and unintentionally. It makes him feel proud that he can get these kinds of reactions out of you, and a touch possessive that he’s the only one who can. He’d definitely want to make you cum with his mouth first, and then use his fingers on you since he wants your first time with him to be as painless as possible.

Saeran doesn’t actually expect any kind of solo treatment in return, so he’s absolutely ready to melt when you reciprocate the attention on him and he definitely has to make you stop after only a few short minutes because he doesn’t want to finish too early.

He’s almost instantly overwhelmed with sensation when he actually enters you and he has to concentrate for a minute or so to, firstly, let you adjust and secondly so he doesn’t cum right away. He’s a little self-conscious at how sensitive he is but it’s okay, he’ll get used to it with time.

He’ll kiss at your eyes and face while he’s waiting for you to adjust to him and give him the go ahead to move. His heart is thudding in his chest and it feels like a flutter he’s never experienced before, he has such infinite tenderness and affection for you and he’s so full of love to be able to show you that.

V/Jihyun Kim First Time Headcanons

V’s a man that plans ahead, so when he felt like the relationship was getting a little more serious, he’d make sure he had in-date condoms and a new bottle of lube for when things for a more intimate. He always tries to be considerate so figured he should buy these things in preparation to save you the embarrassment but wouldn’t mention it until you brought it up first. This was definitely a relationship that progressed slowly, since he had a lot of healing and self-work to do, it felt like he had to learn how to love all over again. 

It would have been a late night with him, you’d have had a date that day and gone back to V’s for dinner with a glass of wine. You’d ask to go and see the starry night sky from his porch, with V laying down a blanket so the two of you didn’t have to sit directly on the cold floor. He’d gaze at you looking at the stars and have a sudden urge to kiss you, which then progressed into more and more kisses. V would lean you back onto the floor and would be to the side of you, leaning over and kissing you. Your hands are pressed against his chest as you enjoy the feeling of him cradling you so lost to him.

Perhaps it was the cold air that made the space between you feel so heated, but when V broke off the kiss to catch his breath, you immediately started kissing your way down his jaw and into his neck. You’d been waiting a while for your first time with him, and you didn’t want to rush him, but you were also so ready for him to just take you on that cold blanket outside on the porch. His warm hand squeezed your upper thigh and you thought for a second that he was going to tell you to stop, but instead he asked: ‘My love, don’t you think you’d enjoy this more on a bed?’

Once you’re in his bed, it’s like V unleashed a level of affection that he had been holding back for so long. He asks regularly if you’re okay with what he’d doing and that you can tell him to stop anytime that you want him to. You ask him, in turn if he’s sure that he’s ready and V assures you that he is, and that he doesn’t want to keep you waiting anymore.

He asks to take a photograph of you, nothing not safe for work (not yet), but he wants a picture of you on the bed, slightly out of breath with big doe eyes and puffy lips from the kisses you shared. It’ll be one of his favourite pictures of you for a while to come, and he’ll keep it in his most prized collection.

V gets hard just from touching you, he barely needs any friction of his own to be fully erect. And speaking of touching you, he does not stop. He’ll make you finish his his mouth, and then his fingers, and then his mouth again so that you’re absolutely ruined before he’s even gotten started. He was in a relationship for so long so he knows what he’s doing and the fact that he’s such a giving person means that you’re going to be entirely overcome with pleasure before he’s even inside you. You feel a little guilty about getting so much attention, but he insists that you deserve all of this and more.

He’ll put a little bit of music on if you want, but he honestly just prefers it to be the two of you. Your moans and praises are like music to him anyway, and that’s all he needs. He’s into body worship and he’ll praise and kiss every inch of you and make sure that you feel absolutely worshipped by him. 

He sets the pace to be what seems to make you dig you your fingers into his back and the bedsheets the hardest, and he can’t help but chuckle at how cute he thinks you look underneath him.

He puts so much into it that you really can’t describe it as anything other than ‘love making’ and it was most definitely worth the wait.

[pochipop]

＃ 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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#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

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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.

[animeomegas]

Since Jumin is so sophisticated & composed in his daily life you’d think he would be, atleast slightly, calm during the birth process right? Wrong

He’s shouting profanity’s while ripping to shreds/breaking whatever he’s gripping onto and has a legendary temper that has even his mate sweating

The funny part is that he returns to his normal behavior almost immediately after the baby is born, and if his mate doesn’t video tape it, he’ll swear that “he was never that mad” and that “your exaggerating” and everyone who wasn’t in his labor room will believe it 😤

Oh, this would certainly be a sight to see!

Jumin gives birth at home with a whole team of highly trained medical staff and a room full of medical equipment. There's even a helicopter ready to go just in case something goes wrong and Jumin need surgery (pretty much the only thing the doctors can't do at Jumin's home.)

And at first, everything seems to be going just fine. Jumin is breathing deeply through the first set of contractions, handling everything exactly as you expected he would.

But the contractions start getting closer together and more painful, and Jumin starts snapping at the doctors and at you. You didn't put enough ice in the water you fetched him? He's snarky about it. The doctors asking him what he thinks are irrelevant questions? He's snappy about it. And you start to think that maybe he's not handling this as well as you thought he'd handle it.

When the swears start to slip out, you know he's starting to crack. He tells you to 'book a fucking appointment for him to get sterilised because he's not doing this again.' He gets angry if you don't immediately arrange the appointment or delegate it to someone else.

Jumin properly shouts when he's pushing. He also shouts about how someone should have warned him and how none of the books he read made it sound this bad. He shouts about how he knew he should have hired a surrogate, despite the fact that he was very against using a surrogate when you asked him.

It bubbles up and up and he almost breaks his alpha's hand with how hard he's gripping it and he's thrown things off of his bedside in frustration multiple times.

You're shocked by his behaviour, but now that you think about it... Jumin has never been through anything really painful before. He's never even broken a bone before. He has guards and a team of doctors who check him regularly. Of course he wouldn't be able to handle this much pain after so many years living like that.

But the second the pup is out and Jumin falls asleep, exhausted, and he wakes up from his nap perfectly normal. He's back to the way he always is and you're just baffled.

You try to poke fun at him a little for the way he behaved, but it seems Jumin's brain fully deleted all the painful memories, and he genuinely doesn't believe that any of what you're saying happened in the way you said it. He remembers knocking something off his bedside table sure, but he certainly didn't throw anything. And he asked very politely for you to book an appointment for him, you must have let the stress go to your head.

It's very frustrating. And to add to the frustration, no one believes you!!!

..

"That certainly doesn't sound like Mr. Han," Jaehee says in a voice that makes it clear she doesn't believe you. "It... must have been quite the experience."

"Wait Jumin did that?" Yoosung asks, shocked. "Are you sure? I mean... not that I'm calling you a liar or anything! It's just he's Jumin, you know! I'm sorry!"

"Mr. Trust fund?" Zen snorts. "Yeah, right, I bet he was sipping that ridiculous non-alcoholic wine the whole time out of some fancy glass."

..

It's very frustrating. You knew you should have recorded it, but Jumin would have probably tried to divorce you on the spot, the mood he was in... Oh well.

[princeneomneom]

INKTOBER 2021 — WRITING VERSION —

DAY FIVE: WINGS

Crow!Jumin Han & Ghost!Male Reader oneshot

Genre/Tag: TW!Death, TW! Starvation, Supernatural, Angst, & Fluff

Author's note: Hello! It's neom 🐾. I know it's been a while since my first story, but I'm still willing to finish this Inktober even if it's not in synch with the actual Inktober timeline. With all that said, if you want, please do leave feedback!

The world is full of tragedy and morbidity as it was full of fortune and life. Not everyone is lucky and not everyone is unlucky. The only thing that is sure everyone will experience eventually, is death.

It does not matter what your background is, because death chooses no one. Death just happens even if one showed life how worthy they are to live longer.

"Hello there. Why are you crying?" A small fifteen year old boy approaches you, a fourteen year old boy who is sitting on a bench in the middle of the night inside a quite city.

"I lost my kitty... and now... I do not know where my house is!" You sobbed while desperately trying to wipe off your own tears.

"So you are lost?" The fifteen year old boy asks while sitting down next to the you who just nodded confirming that you were indeed lost. "For how long do you think?"

"I do not know!" You exclaimed.

The fifteen year old boy sighed before introducing himself. "My name is Jumin, what is yours?"

"[[Y/N]]..." You utter quietly whilst confused to why he suddenly introduced himself.

"What a wonderful name you have there. Someone as cute as you definitely have a cute smile." Jumin tried to cheer you up.

"Is there any reason for me to smile?" You innocently asked Jumin while looking at him properly for the first time. That's when you noticed. "Wow! You have wings?"

"Yeah. You see, I'm a crow." Jumin explained even though it just made you even more confused.

"Then, why don't you look like a crow? Where is your beak?" You ask trying to understand what he really is.

"Well, some people see me as a full crow while others see me in an in-between form. In simpler words, you see me in a half-half form. A mix of a crow and a human." Jumin effectively explain.

"But why do I see you in this form and not the other?" You ask while slowly forgetting you were crying a few seconds ago. Jumin finds that adorable as it was peculiar. From a crying mess, you quickly became a curious cat. It's such a fast change that it almost gave him a whiplash.

But it does makes him sad that you haven't realized it yet. Before he saw you, he saw your lifeless body thin and fragile. He concluded that you starved to death. After finding your body, he quickly searched for your soul. Which he is now conversing with.

You see, people who are alive sees him as a crow while the dead or any creatures in the afterlife or in-between sees him as a human with dark black wings.

"It's because you're special." Jumin lied not wanting to make you go back to crying.

Jumin is a young crow who has his own death he follows. Deaths are creatures who guide lost souls to the afterlife. Crows are their helpful companions who help search for the lost souls to be guided. Jumin is currently being trained, and now he is waiting for his busy master. The one who should tell you about your situation.

In the meantime, he should calm you down.

"I am?" You innocently asked the dark haired boy.

"Yup, now want to search for your kitten again?" Jumin doesn't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. He saw a lifeless kitten who looked thin and fragile. It probably also straved to death. He doesn't know if it's yours though. If it is, then its soul is just around the area.

"You'll help me?"

"Of course, what does it looks like?"

"She's a siamese cat with a red collar! The collar has the name Stellar written on it."

So it definitely was yours. Jumin recalled all the features he saw of that cat. What a beautiful tragedy that it died. Now both of you can be together again.

"I think I saw Stellar around here. Shall we go?"

"Really?!" You finally smiled.

Jumin smiled before holding your hand. "Yup! You'll finally see each other again."

[haikyuuscreaming]

MORNING THOUGHTS

⌦ a JUMIN HAN x READER

⌦ NOTES: MYSTIC MESSENGER FUCKERS WHERE U AT!!!! this is my first published mm fic and 2day this is just fluff (it was so hard 2 write without mentioning dick) so i hope u guys r happy!!!! please reblog i need the mysme hoes out there 2 know that i am a multifandom bitch

⌦ SYNOPSIS: Jumin Han isn’t a morning person unless you’re there.

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Jumin Han cherishes you because there’s not enough money in the world to buy you.

It’s true; no matter how hard anyone tries, even all the plastic surgeons that he could afford for someone and the 7.6 billion people on Earth, there will never be anyone who is even close to replicating you.

You are even better than money, and that’s a lot coming from Jumin Han, the man born with the silver spoon and raised in total luxury. Every part of you is something he prizes and holds dear to him. Your flaws may crack you at times, but you are held together like gold adhering the fragments of broken glass and clay. There’s a word for it, Jumin recalls. Kintsugi. A Japanese word literally translated as gold joinery. It’s when gold is used to repair broken ceramics and pottery, making a beautiful piece out of something once shattered. His family owns a few of those, but they’ve always preferred fine china that was held together and pure from the start.

Jumin recognizes how strong you are. You’ve dealt with the worse in the RFA, and you’ve been on the verge of being kidnapped so many times. There are countless things that should’ve torn you down from just being involved with him and the RFA. But you’re still there, whole and gorgeous. Jumin admires you and your strength. You are perfect to him.

He makes sure to tell you that. Every morning you wake up in his roomy, spacious penthouse, he kisses you tenderly and tells you that you’re the love of his life. Every night, before you go to bed with him, his hand brushes your face delicately and reminds you of that once more. Throughout the day, Jumin’s touch skims over yours for a brief moment, almost daring to linger, and he whispers his warm affections into your ear. He wants to spoil you. It’s what you deserve.

You are the sunshine to Jumin’s rain. Cheesily enough, he truly believes that you brighten up his life. Before you came into the picture, it was always money, ethics and selfishly enough, his own personal gain, for himself. He focused on what could be done for his father’s business. Personal relations were meaningless if it did not bring food to the table- or in Jumin’s case, pay his personal chef. He burns through money like it holds no value, and he seeks out only the most comfortable life possible for him and Elizabeth, though it gets boring at times just buying and buying everything in his sight. If he tells the truth to himself, life lacked the luster it has with you when it was just him doting on his cat. You are the splash of color to his monotonous, stone-cold demeanor.

He’s grateful for the way you stand up for him in the chatrooms, even though he knows he could handle it himself easily. No matter if it’s Zen or Seven calling him a robot, emotionless and unempathetic, you’re always there to justify him. It’s like you know him best, and it irritated him in the beginning because who could understand Jumin Han, the lone wolf who was always the inhuman person in the situation? You were so gentle and encouraging, supportive, the point-blank opposite of him-- how were you even capable of empathizing with him so well? You shouldn’t be. Jumin has built up his stone front so people can’t empathize with him, because he is rich and he is better than them (he hates to say it-- no, wait, no he doesn’t.). But you still broke through. There is light of both awe and bitterness in Jumin because of it, but it turned into love. That’s also what surprises him about you: you let him feel love. And he’s grateful you grant him such an opportunity.

He finds that even the littlest things in life, those of which he’s overlooked before meeting you, are enjoyable. Mundane tasks like brushing his teeth or making the bed are made a little more lively with you around. Jumin wouldn’t long for your cheeriness and pep, much like how you wouldn’t necessarily want his stone-cold front, but he likes it in a way. You complement each other, and for once Jumin thinks it’s refreshing. Even just your presence enables him to loosen up a little bit, and he keeps your brain from wandering in the clouds too much.There is no life Jumin couldn’t imagine without you.

So here Jumin is, at 7 AM on a Saturday morning, arms gently wrapped around your torso and his hands resting on your stomach. His touch is delicate, hands pressed onto your skin with just enough pressure to claim you as his but gentle enough to protect the baby growing inside of it. You’re making him (and Elizabeth the 3rd) pancakes, to which he would usually take care of but you insisted for some reason he could not comprehend. He doesn’t fail to notice how while one of your hands mixes the batter while the other slowly drifts to his hands.

Your hands are soft and cool, and tinier compared to his big ones. You’re so fragile yet held together and composed, and Jumin uses all of his strength to not lock you up and keep you as his forever. His chin rests on yours and his lips press against your head softly. He likes the way you smell: it’s comforting more than any other scent in the world. He even refrains from using your shampoo in the shower because he wants this scent to be yours and yours alone.

“Are you sleepy?” Your voice is warm in the lazy silence of the morning. “You should get dressed. You have work soon.”

“I’m their manager, I can be late.” Jumin hums lowly. He likes this. This is a good morning. “And I get to spend time with my lovely wife.”

“Mmm... and you get to eat pancakes with your lovely wife and cat, too.”

“And my future child.”

“Yep.”

Jumin can feel you smile, and his chin is still resting on your head as he shifts his hand on top of yours. “Your hand fits perfectly in mine.” His voice is a deep, gravelly murmur that comes from the back of his throat the way it does every morning after he wakes up, and Jumin wants nothing more than to go back to sleep with you and hold you in his arms.

He peers over your head and watches you scoop the batter into the pan. You turn around and smile at him, and it’s like Jumin doesn’t need the sun because he has you. And as you stand on the tip of your toes for a kiss while he leans down, you whisper, “I wouldn’t have this any other way.”

[fan-fucked]

Jumin Han x Reader: Winter Cuddles

wrote this awhile ago and just wanted to post it here

reader is female

Warning: none just fluff

Jumin x Reader: winter cuddles

Jumin and (y/n) had been living together for a few months. It was now December and that meant Christmas time. (Y/n) was sitting on the couch watching "A Charlie Brown Christmas" when Jumin came home from work. He saw her sitting on the couch in the living room with Elizabeth in her lap and took off his coat hanging it on the coat rack. (Y/n) looked over from the movie and smiled.   "Welcome home love." She said from her place on the couch. Jumin walk in to the living room and sat down next to her putting his arm around her shoulders pulling her close to him. (Y/n) leaned her head on his shoulder. "How was work?" She asked.   "It was the same as always." He replied. (Y/n) looked up at him and he shifted his gaze to her. "I did get Christmas off though." He said with a smile. (Y/n) smiled back.   "I'm so glad!" She exclaimed. Jumin chuckled and kissed her.   "I love you." He said.   "I love you too." (Y/n) said placing her head back on his shoulder. Jumin wrapped his arms around her and they stayed like that the rest of the evening.   The end

[hecalledme-jagi]

Can you do someone calls MC that Mac is not funny or to stop talking etc?

To preface, I have trouble with my reading comprehension, so I apologize in advance if this isn’t what you wanted －〜－ also, sorry for the delay 🙃

MC Being Told To Stop Talking

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Zen

- Zen was in the process of filming a new show, so you decided to go and support him.

- During one of the takes, you had started talking with the makeup artist.

- You guys were talking about a variety of things, but this conversation, in particular, got you really excited, which made your voice get louder the more you talked.

- Someone had come up to you and told you to quiet down, and a bit rudely.

- It wasn’t the first time someone had said such a thing to you, so you were gracious and complied, but it clearly bothered you.

- During break time, Zen came over to you, like usual, and noticed something was wrong the moment he saw you.

- He came over and grabbed your hand gently, peering down at you with concern, “Jagi, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

- You looked up at him and offered a halfhearted smile, “it’s nothing, someone just told me to quiet down... I guess I got a little over-excited again and was shouting.”

- His brow furrowed, and he squeezed your hand, hoping to comfort you with the pressure.

- “That’s ridiculous! If they’re going to tell you that, then I’ll be loud too!”

- He hated it when people told you to lower your voice. He thought it was cute how you'd get louder the more excited you were.

- “There’s no way they're gonna tell my amazing girlfriend that she’s too loud without going through me first!”

- “Oh my gosh,” you covered his mouth with a soft laugh. “Stop that! You're going to get us both in trouble.”

- “I don’t care! No one can tell my cutie that she's loud!” He muffled through your hands.

- He encircled your waist, placing his forehead against yours, as your hands flouted down from his mouth to his shoulders.

- “Jagi, I think it’s adorable how your voice gets louder the more excited you get,” he admitted, only loud enough for you to hear. “If no one can see how cute that part of you is, then I’ll be around to see it, and if they tell you to quiet down, I’ll just tell you to be louder.”

- You laughed, comforted by his words. Both amused and delighted by how much he dotes on you.

- “You’re insufferable.. but thank you,” you said, kissing his cheek.

- He nuzzled into you, “I’ll be as insufferable as you need me to be, Jagi. I don’t care as long as you’re smiling.”

Jumin

- It was a formal dinner party, and you were making conversation with a lovely young lady while Jumin stood beside you talking with a group of potential business partners.

- “My,” one man chuckles, “your wife is quite the chatterbox.”

- Undoubtedly, this man thought you wouldn’t hear him, but you did and instantly stopped talking.

- It’s a challenge to find good people worth talking to in Jumin’s world, so you were excited to find such a kind young lady to speak with, which made you particularly talkative.

- You hadn’t realized that it could look bad in this crowd, where knowing when to hold your tongue was a waltz. Talk too much, and you’re classless. Talk too little, and you’re arrogant.

- “Excuse me?” Jumin coldly responded, his gray gaze becoming a storm.

- That man’s spine shivered, “ah, no— I didn’t mean—“ he stammered.

- “I usually keep my personal feelings separate from business, so I’ll let this slide this once, but let me make this one thing clear,” his eyes sharpened as he leaned down to the man’s ear. His voice fell to a whisper, “any type of disrespect given to my wife is unforgivable, so next time I won’t be so kind.”

- He grabbed your hand, “My love, shall we go?” He looked at you, his eyes prideful and clearly satisfied with his actions. Without waiting for a response, he starts walking to the exit.

- “W.. wait, Jumin!” You effortlessly followed his pace, but your mind had yet to process what happened.

- “My love, please know that you could never talk too much,” he looked down at you affectionately, “nor could you ever be a ‘chatterbox.’” He kissed your hand gently.

- You melted like ice cream under the warmth and comfort of your husband, “thank you,” you gently smiled.

- “Anything for you, my love.”

Yoosung

- Both you and Yoosung are naturally very talkative. There’s rarely any silence between you, and you like it that way. However, other people aren’t so fond of that part of your relationship.

- You’ve both been told to shut up by teachers many times before, but rarely by close friends.

- Also, when you guys talk in a group, it isn’t uncommon for you guys to speak in tandem, but with other people and about different things.

- While hanging out with your shared group of friends, most of which you met through LOLOL, a girl had told you to stop talking so she could hear Yoosung.

- This girl clearly had a thing for Yoosung and was newer to this friend group, so her comment bothered you on every level.

- You planned on ignoring her, but her words got to you, so you exited from the group to compose yourself.

- Yoosung quickly followed since usually, you’d tell him where you were going before leaving.

- “Hey, where you going?” He questioned with his usual smile.

- “I just needed to get some space,” you apathetically responded. Hearing your tone and seeing your expression, that sweet smile quickly faded.

- “What happened? Are you ok?”

- You shook your head and shrugged submissively, “the girl who joined the group recently told me to stop talking, so she could hear you.”

- Yoosung looked back at the girl only to return his gaze to you, “why would she tell you that..? I wasn’t saying anything all that interesting,” he took your hand and swung it playfully.

- You let out a frustrated sigh, allowing your arm to swing in tandem with his, “she clearly has a thing for you.” You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You were embarrassed for being upset over something so trivial and for feeling annoyed by how dense Yoosung can be.

- Surprised by this newfound information, he stopped swinging, “wait, really?”

- Annoyed even more by the question, you nodded to avoid saying something you didn’t mean.

- “Hm.” He shortly hummed before returning to the group, with you in tow.

- He took his former spot in the group, having you stand beside him, never letting go of your hand.

- He looked at the girl with a coldness, “Hey, could you refrain from telling my girlfriend to stop talking? Thanks,” he spoke curtly, leaving little room for this girl to say anything.

- At first, the group was silent with shock, including yourself, but what quickly followed was an uproar of how Yoosung should stop bragging about having a girlfriend.

- You laughed at the sudden change in atmosphere, and you received an ever affectionate gaze from Yoosung.

Seven

- You and Seven find each other to be the funniest people that ever lived; sadly, not everyone holds to this view.

- Seven is a bit of a hermit, while you tend to be a social butterfly. So it wasn't uncommon for you to go out and spend time with a variety of friends.

- After one outing, in particular, you came home visibly upset, which put Seven on edge.

- “What’s wrong?” He came over, holding your shoulders and searching your expression for answers.

- “Rough day,” you leaned your forehead against his chest with a thud, and he held you.

- “You want to talk about it?”

- You sighed, hoping to decompress, “I met up with this new group of people, and you know how I try to make people laugh..?”

- “Yes, of course, I love that about you.”

- “Well, no one said it, but I could tell they thought I wasn’t funny, just annoying."

- “How could they think that!?” He playfully squeezed you and cuddled you closer. “You’re 606, the funniest and most caring person I’ve ever met! AND you’re the other half of 707, the GreatDefender of Justice!”

- You huffed amusedly, enjoying the affection, “you’re supposed to say that, you're my boyfriend.”

- “I would’ve said it even before becoming your boyfriend,” he said as he gently kissed the top of your head. “Feeling better now?”

- “Yes, but I wanna stay like this for a bit longer,” you said softly.

- He laughed softly and nuzzled you playfully, “no problem.”

˚✧₊⁎𝒥𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎⁎⁺˳✧༚

I do not own any characters, all ownership goes to Cheritz. Thanks for reading!

[myakavi]

Seashell Sanctuary | Jumin Han

Jumin x Reader

Don't forget to check out my AO3!! (@myakavi)

Genre: fluff

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

TW: none

Summary:

"Are you happy with me?"

He offers you all he has and all he is, from the shirt off his back to the heart in his chest, and yet dreads it is not sufficient. You are the only pearl in his sea and the one he would risk anything for, but he treasures your smile far too much to possibly take it away. To be insufficient for your happiness.

Alt: after 1 year of marriage and a trip to the sea, there has been something on Jumin Han's mind. Something that can be soothed by the smile he loves and seashell windchimes.

•••

Salt, sand, and warm water. 

An ambiance of liquid gold and flowing linen, a world of tropical greenery furnishing the days, and candles and bonfires speckling the nights.

The distant whisper of waves intermingles with the muted chatter of palm leaves, a sound that is constant but calming. Like a massage to the mind and a solace to the heart that treats you to a relaxation like you had never before known, you found yourself closing your eyes and sinking into the mattress with muscles that became jelly. Golden rays and the songs of birds beckon you to explore the morning's treasures, but instead you smile to yourself and pull the sheets up to your chin, then habitually reach out for your husband Jumin Han; who, when your hand feels nothing but cold blankets, is nowhere to be found.

With disappointment you cannot mask, you prop yourself up and glance around for some hint of where he has gone. Admittedly, Jumin is the needier one of your presence; from even days before the first RFA party, he held you close to his heart (sometimes literally) as though you were the very thing that kept it alive. But for him to disappear like this in the morning without a word—on your first anniversary vacation together, no less—was far out of the ordinary.

You slip out of bed and onto the wood floors and wrap a robe over your thin nightgown, glancing into a few of the rooms and, when Jumin is not found, you finally step out onto the patio which overlooks a private beach scape. The beauty almost startles you (a life of luxury would take many more years for you to get used to), but as the saying goes, what you are looking for is always in the last place you look.

Your first greeting is the twinkle of seashell windchimes and the humid salt breezes, but Jumin is not late to follow. He sits on a bamboo chair with his head in his hands but is swift to compose himself in your presence, glancing up at you with a countenance framed by natural light that compliments the gentle honey of his skin and the obsidian of his hair. The wind combs its fingers through his locks and the beige linen of his polo, tugs fabric against the broadness of his chest and flatters the shape of his build. Like a chiseled statue of the renaissance, there he is poised, chin rested on knuckles and elbow propped on his thigh. He smiles in a wordless welcome and asks whether you'd like to join him, but behind the formality of his gesture resides the faint flicker of apprehension, of worry, a brewing rainfall on this summer bliss. 

All rationale that told you not to pry has been abandoned at the doorstep when you take a seat, and with attention geared at none but your lover you part your lips to ask what's wrong. 

His countenance smolders with a fragment of the melancholy you saw before; but stronger now, it reaches like a shard that cuts icicles into your heart and threads deeper with cold tendrils. 

Jumin demonstrates more through his hesitation to respond than though any of the words he could've taken from the dictionary. He glances downward, and with falling shoulders and knotted fingers he takes in a breath that returns carrying words that taste like acid.

"Are you happy with me?"

Here you are, under the shade of palms and luxury; here, in an abode that costs as much as it were made of gold; here, overlooking a strip of blue ocean trimmed by sand as white as snow; even here, Jumin still worries.

He offers you all he has and all he is, from the shirt off his back to the heart in his chest, and yet dreads it is not sufficient. You are the only pearl in his sea and the one he would risk anything for, but he treasures your smile far too much to possibly take it away. To be insufficient for your happiness.

But after a year of happiness that is brought not by zeros in his bank account but by his devotion and his love, you know he has no reason to fear. Jumin Han is who you have cared for all along and will for the rest of your life; and reaching to take his hand and rub a thumb across its breadth, you know that there is nothing more important than the man beside you and the unwavering support you will always share.

"I could never be happier than with you."

The words lift weight from his shoulders and smooth the creases on his face. For a moment he only blushes, glances away bashfully as though he is embarrassed for having brought the topic up in the first place. Weakness is not what he likes to display. But...

"Wait." Attention sparks back into his countenance, and out of the corner of your eye you see him pull a small box from his pocket. Seafoam green tied with a red ribbon, he hands it to you to turn in your hands, but aside from the gift in front of you that bashful expression is what catches your attention the most. "This is for you. I could buy you all the things in the world, but... this one I made myself."

Inside is a necklace of seashells; made up of different shapes, sizes, colors, clumsily strung together. Not the work of a professional, but somehow better, because between the threads and the seashells are memories and smiles and warm embraces. Forehead kisses and back rubs, smiles and sunsets. You glance up to him, painted with the sunshine of a new day, and he meets you with that small Jumin smile.

"It's not the best gift money can buy, but today I want to give you my time." He begins, and nothing can express the gratitude that swells in your heart. "I want you to know that you mean everything to me, and you are the first person in my life to truly... to truly understand. Even some things that remain a mystery to myself."

Shadows cast by palm leaves dance across his face, summer colors sway in the wind, the lapping of waves on the shore continue to paint the picture of now. But all the luxuries pale in comparison to the presence of Jumin Han, holding your hand in his and telling you the one thing he will never tire of saying.

"I could never be happier than with you, either."

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maybe this is too specific lol but could i have hc's for yandere yoosung & jumin being just a little too happy when their crush (who's a trans dude) asks them on tips for being more masculine or just for passing as a guy overall? like they're a little bit happy over the control that gives them & the opportunity to get closer to them? anyways hope you have a great day, love your blog

I JUST REALIZED THIS SAYS HCS AND I WROTE TWO WHOLE ASS FICS UHHH-

I hope this is okay...if you want headcanons let me know! I also didn’t make them very yandere aside from yoosung (but thats kinda canon) because my brain said full comfort. Apparently despite writing all the time I have NO reading comprehension. I cannot read. 

Anyway! I really loved this request actually! and I might try my hand at writing one for all of the RFA and attatch it to this one in separate chapters.  I may even attempt at writing a version with nonbinary specfic, and trans woman specfic reader if there’s interest because lets be real we need more trans reader content for EVERYONE

OBVIOUS CONTENT WARNING FOR DYSPHORIA MENTIONS Read on AO3:

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Yoosung:

____: Hey Yoosung?

It’s only a text.

A simple text.

It’s not like you two haven’t texted privately without the gaze of the other RFA members, before.

But all those other instances...It was mostly him who initiated it.

You’re texting him!

You’re really texting him!

And he didn’t even text you first!

He couldn’t be more thrilled if he tried.

Unfortunately for his grades, Yoosung’s homework has been completely ignored, and in his rush to respond back he’s almost completely dropped his phone on his face.

Yoosung: YES Yoosung: Sorry! OMG I didn’t mean to use all caps!!!

He doesn’t have the excuse of caps lock, after all he’s using a phone, not a computer.

Thankfully for him, you find him and his eagerness cute.

It takes a while before he gets another text from you.

He spends the minutes waiting, and watching the three little bubbles on his phone that indicate you’re typing.

There’s no way for the blonde to know it yet, but it’s taking you so long to respond back because you’re

It wasn’t long into your time with the RFA that you told them you were trans. There was just something about the way they assumed you were a woman right away that had made you uncomfortable, so not only did you tell them you were a man, but you told them why exactly that had bothered you.

And to your surprise, everyone had taken it relatively well!

But it doesn’t mean you’re any less anxious. You doubt you’ll ever get over being anxious when it comes to these things.

Finally though you’re able to steel your resolve, and send the text.

____: Do you think there’s anything I could do to pass better?

It takes Yoosung an embarrassing time to realize what you mean. He’s still not the most informed about trans issues, despite trying to learn more so that he can (one day) be a better partner to you.

He wants to be someone you can rely on!

____: Passing.

More texts, because he took way too long to reply.

____: Or like…

____: I just want to look more masculine, you know? Like you

You think he looks masculine?

Yes!

Fuck yes!

But…

Here comes the problem.

Yoosung has never really thought about how he looks, not in the sense of masculinity.

In fact he only really thinks about how he looks when Zen or someone else brings it up.

He kind of just...wears the one hoodie, and aside from a couple of incidents when he was younger no one’s ever really mistaken him for a girl before.

So he just responds the best way he knows how, even if it’s kind of cheesy.

Yoosung: I don’t know how to help with that.

And...For good measure he sends his regular starry eyed emoji before continuing his text, unaware his pause caused you more anxiety.

Yoosung: You’re already more masculine than me!

It’s an honest answer.

If anyone else had said it you wouldn’t have believed them, you would have chalked it up to them just wanting to humor you, but coming from someone like Yoosung you were inclined to believe him.

Jumin:

You’re happy.

Happier now then you had been in a while.

Perhaps for the first time ever truly in your life.

It didn’t mean you still didn’t have troubles, or anxieties.

Like now.

Even as you’re holding onto Jumin’s arm you can’t help but feel a little...self conscious at his side.

It’s nothing he or his business partners have done, that’s just how it is sometimes, especially when dysphoria is involved.

There’s nothing to cause it.

Sometimes it’s just sudden.

Something about being in the room with a bunch of rich and powerful men, although as Jumin’s husband you too are technically a rich and powerful man, makes you feel bad about yourself.

You manage to find a moment in between the conversation to quietly interject,

“Excuse me, Gentlemen, I’m going to go to the restroom.”

There’s nothing off putting about the statement. The meeting had been going on for about an hour now, it was only natural someone at the meeting would need to excuse themselves.

No one thinks anything of it.

No one but Jumin.

And since you’re leaving you don’t notice you’re being watched. You don’t see the way Jumin’s dark eyes follow your form as you leave.

Having anxiety meant that running away to hide in bathrooms, or any other private space you could find, wasn’t exactly uncommon.

It’s nothing new.

You avoid the sight of the mirrors, your own reflection, like the plague as you make your way to a stall, quickly closing it and taking a deep breath.

A moment of peace, a moment to regain your thoughts. That’s all you needed.

Although you know it’s unlikely anyone in the meeting had bad thoughts about you, and even less likely they’d voice them around Jumin, it didn’t help the deep seeded paranoia. That somehow everyone knew you were trans, and that because of them knowing they viewed you as less than them.

And Jumin could only do so much to protect you. He hadn’t asked you to even come along on this trip, you’d been the one to offer, wanting to stop hiding in the shadows but…

People talk.

Tabloids talk.

The more you find yourself stuck alone in the stall trying to force yourself to calm down the more worked up you become.

When someone finally knocks on the stall you almost jump out of your skin entirely.

“Uh-” You clear your throat, and try to make your voice sound deeper in your anxiety. “Occupied?”

A familiar sigh sounds from behind the door, and instantly your shoulders droop with lessened anxiety.

“____?”

“...Yeah.”

As soon as you’ve opened the stall door you’re pulled tightly into a hug.

Jumin doesn’t necessarily understand exactly what you’re going through, you both know it. You’ve tried to explain dysphoria to him before, and although he understands the basics that’s all really...and to be fair it’s not as if a cis person ever could truly understand what gender dysphoria is like…

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do everything in his power to make you feel better.

And at least, no matter how you saw yourself, you knew Jumin saw you as his husband.