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A light buzz came from your phone again, the sound muffled slightly by the bed covers.
You had to suppress an eye roll.
Even without looking, you knew full well who's face would pop up in the chat room. However, not wanting to ignore your friend, you picked up your phone and tapped on the RFA app.
Unsurprisingly, Zen's face popped up immediately.
Zen: Are you sure you'll be safe?
Zen: I could come over too if you feel weary.
You had to stop yourself from giggling at the thought of Zen staying over in Jumin's room. That’s where you were currently; laid on your stomach on the huge king size bed. It was still almost unbelievable to you, that you could stay here whenever you wanted, and see him whenever you wished...
And he's all mine. You marvelled, [e/c] eyes sliding sneakily to the left where the object of your affections sat, working away on a very fancy looking computer.
Another buzz brought you out of your thoughts.
Zen: [Name], are you alive???
[Name]: Zen I'm fine! Besides, Elizabeth the 3rd is here, you couldn't possibly stay.
Zen: I would put up with any allergy to make sure you're protected!
You couldn't help it - a grin made its way on to your lips at Zen's candidness. He was so funny, and very... dramatic. But then you saw something that made your heart flip in your chest.
[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]
Jumin: There is nothing here that [Name] needs protecting from. And if there was, I think you'll find it's my job.
Your eyes flitted over the message, and then over to the one who had typed it. Jumin had turned his chair away from the computer and towards you, his cool gaze resting on your figure, one perfect eyebrow lifted.
Ah shit.
Another buzz from your phone had you glancing back down.
Zen: And what if she needs protecting from you huh?
Jumin: She doesn't. I will always respect her wishes.
You knew that was true. After being with Jumin for a while, you had seen the monumental change he had gone through with you. You knew he’d do whatever you thought was best for yourself. It was time Zen understood that.
[Name]: Yeah, and we have been dating a while now Zen...
Zen: I don’t know how he’s managed to fool you for so long, but don’t fall for his charms!
Jumin: So you admit that I have charms?
You couldn’t suppress the giggle that bubbled in your throat as Zen sent his personalised angry emoji.
Zen: You know exactly what I meant, trust fund!
[Name]: Zen, you honestly don’t have to worry.
Zen: I know babe, I’m just concerned for you!
Zen: Y’know, in case...
Zen: In case he can’t control his beast and does something to you!
You rolled your eyes and suppressed a snort, but before you could finish typing out your dismissive reply, Jumin’s speech bubble halted your tapping thumbs.
Jumin: Oh, I can think of plenty of things I’d love to do to [Name].
What? Had he really just typed that and sent it in the RFA chat...?
Quickly your eyes flicked over to where he was sat once again, his legs elegantly crossed at the knee. His arms were folded over his chest casually, his phone held loosely in one hand. His shirt was sans tie, unbuttoned to the third button although still looking immaculate. His head was tilted ever so slightly to the side, soft strands of unruly black hair falling into his eyes. Those grey eyes, locked on you with all their intensity. You shivered involuntarily. He was smirking at you from his desk chair, the corner of his soft lips turned up, looking straight up devilish.
Your phone buzzed almost angrily.
Zen: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?
Your fingers had frozen, you couldn’t even think of a reply. Ice grey eyes had locked on yours, commanding all your attention.
“You read my message?” His voice was suddenly soft, inviting, hypnotic. Although uttered, the sound was almost deafening to you in the quiet of the room.
You nodded, licking your lips to create some kind of moisture in your mouth. He chuckled lightly, noticing, causing your cheeks to flush slightly. Slowly he rose out of his chair, putting his own buzzing phone into his pocket. Stepping forward to kneel beside you on the bed, Jumin lifted a hand to gently stroke your cheek, a loving line from temple to chin.
Automatically you leaned into his touch. His fingertips were so warm, the light tracing leaving tingles along your skin in their wake. You were barely aware of your phone buzzing away in your hand.
“What do you think? Shall we do... something?” A perfect eyebrow raised in question, the teasing smile still playing along his invitingly soft looking lips. Stormy grey eyes bore down into yours, refusing to let you go, you didn’t want to be let go. His clean, warm scent clouded your thoughts, it was heady.
God this man was beautiful. Intoxicating, wonderful, and best of all, all yours.
“What something...?” You breathed.
“Well, if you’d like...” Jumin began, gently taking your phone from your hand to put it on the bedside table. A quick glimpse showed there were five unread messages from Zen.
He’s probably freaking out. You thought, but your racing heart commanded all your attention right now. You’d just have to reassure him later.
“I could wind you down with a shoulder massage?” Jumin suggested, placing his lips to your hand in a quick, chaste kiss. Without pause, you nodded.
“Good girl. Turn around for me.”
Doing as asked, you shuffled around on the bed so your back was to Jumin. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel his proximity.
Jumin rested his hands ever so lightly on your forearms, skating his fingertips up your skin towards your shoulders, leaving a trail of goose flesh. One hand reached up to bunch your hair away from your shoulders, the cool air causing you to shiver slightly. Again you earned a quiet chuckle.
“You’re so responsive, [Name]. Just look at the way your skin reacts to my touch...” Jumin’s voice almost sounded distant, like he was marvelling at this fact.
Gently he hooked his fingers under the straps of your camisole top, and dragged them down your arms to reveal your back. He planted another soft kiss at the nape of your neck, and then began to knead your shoulders. His expert fingers rolled along your skin, soothing and pushing, eliciting soft sighs from you as they went.
Damn was he good.
The incessant buzzing of your phone seemed a million miles away now, fading into the background as you focused solely on Jumin’s touch. Soft fingers trailing against your hyper responsive skin, over your shoulder then back round to your shoulder blade. He was forceful but gentle, urgent yet calm in his ministrations. He was impossible, impossibly everything you needed all at once.
He hummed as you leaned back into him, your eyes fluttered shut.
“I love how pliant you are for me, yielding to me.” His lips were at your ear, your back against his strong chest as he uttered the words. His fingers looped over your bare shoulders, suddenly still, and his voice dipped impossibly lower.
“You don’t know what it does to me, that you trust me so much.”
The deep rumble of his voice sent a hot spike through your stomach, and a soft, almost whimper left your lips unbidden.
His fingers glided down your arms, trailing feather light over your skin, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. You looked up at him through your lashes, the sharp angle of his jaw prominent from your position. You could see that it was almost imperceptibly taught. Only because you knew him so well did you recognise the sign, otherwise outwardly he was the picture of cool. But inwardly, he was trying to restrain himself.
For me. You realised. So concerned for you was he, needing to put you first over his own wants. So desperate not to brake the seemingly endless amount of trust you had for him, he didn’t want to give into his own desires.
Well, he didn’t need to do that. Not when your desires matched his.
His gaze found yours, fingers still tracing intricate patterns over your skin, your thoughts a cloud of want, feeling and desire. You knew he could tell clearly what was reflected in your eyes, it was similar to what you saw in his own. That fact caused you to gulp audibly.
“Tell me.” You whispered, almost pleadingly.
His eyes seemed to darken at your words and a thrill ran through your veins as you watched his pupils dilating. You were vaguely aware that your phone was lit up from the bedside table where Jumin had placed it, no doubt a call from a certain silver haired man. You found it hard to care right now. No, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the man wrapped around you, even if you had wanted to.
The corners of his mouth turned up into a smirk, and you shivered. He pressed his lips softly to your jaw, the corner of your mouth, your cheek... he trailed all the way up to your ear, where he caught your earlobe between his teeth and gave it a small tug.
You squeaked in surprise, and felt his chest rumble with a chuckle.
“Adorable.” He told you, hands coming to rest at your hips.
“Jumin...” You sighed, frustrated with his teasing. Unexpectedly, his fingers tightened their grip on your hips.
“I will never tire of hearing you say my name. But when you say it like that...” He closed his eyes and swallowed audibly, mouth still so close to the shell of your ear. When his grey eyes opened once more they were somehow darker than before as they locked with yours.
His fingertips dug into the skin of your hips, feeling almost desperate. When he spoke his words were uttered, poured into your ear in a rich baritone that sent shivers up your spine.
“Your voice, when you call for me... it’s sweeter than the sweetest wine. It does things to me, things I’ve never felt before. And you’re so patient with me, so trusting, after...” his voice trails off and you knew at once what he was referring to. When he still wasn’t sure how to address his emotions, how to deal with wanting you around in a healthy way, but also just trusting that you’ll come back.
And you would, of that there was no doubt. You’d always come back to him. He began to speak once more, quieter, his tone pensive.
“When I work late, you never hold it against me. You are always there when I need you, so kind and full of warmth... I feel like I don’t deserve you.”
You stifled a gasp at his words, so unlike him, so raw as they left his lips. You go to refute his claim and tell him how you were the one who was undeserving, but at the movement of his hands the words died in your throat. The desperate hold he had on you relaxed slightly as his hands began to skim upward, underneath the camisole and along your stomach. Up, up, up, roving over your bare skin, committing each curve to memory. Teasing finger tips stopped just beneath the swell of your breasts. Your breath caught, back reflexively arching in search of contact with those teasing hands.
Another low hum of approval at your now uneven breathing.
“So responsive...”
“J-Jumin, please... don’t tease me.” The words came out embarrassingly shaky as you pleaded quietly, but Jumin didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed pleased with the effect he was having on you; his pupils blown wide as he drank you in, your every movement, facial expression, change of breathing.
“Look at you... so adorably flushed. You in all your sweet, kind innocence, give yourself to me so fully, so eagerly... it’s heady.” He swallowed again, and this time he moved his hands upwards with a purpose, rewarding your patience. A quiet squeak left your lips as finally his hands came into contact with your chest, expertly massaging, kneading, playing with the flesh. Expert fingers rolled over your sensitive nipples, nudging and tweaking in just the right way sending gentle shocks straight down your stomach. In no time your breathing had become more laboured, your spine arching to push your chest further into those teasing hands, your head tipped back to rest on his shoulder.
You were completely at his mercy.
With your head tilted back as it was, Jumin took advantage of your exposed neck to seal his lips around the sensitive skin, covering you in deep kisses while his fingers continued to move. You could feel the pleasure building up inside you, and your hands came to rest on Jumin’s thighs, wrapped either side of you as you gripped them for purchase. A sharp pinch caused you to gasp as teeth suddenly nibbled at your neck, and you felt the low rumble of Jumin’s chest as he laughed. Before you could protest however, his tongue laved across the gentle bite, drawing a soft moan from your open mouth instead.
He was going to drive you mad…
With each expert pull or twist of his fingers, the feel of his tongue roving over your neck, the wet sounds of each deep kiss so close to your ear… you could feel the pleasurable pull building in your stomach. Almost subconsciously your hips began to move, rolling slightly with each ministration, searching for some kind of friction. It was almost too much to bare.
“M-more… Jumin please, I want more…”
At your breathless plea, Jumin moved back from your neck to look you in the eye. A playful smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he drank you in: hair ruffled, camisole completely scrunched and hanging off you from his ministrations, the [s/c] skin of your neck now decorated with light marks where his lips had teased you.
Divine.
“What do you want, my love? Tell me, you can have it.”
It was like he couldn’t keep his hands off you, his finger tips tracing the skin of your stomach as you fought to get your next sentence out.
“I… I want you…”
He wasn’t going to give it to you that easily.
“Mmm, what do you want me to do?”
You could hear the barely concealed delight in his voice, pleased at your flushed state, enjoying how his hands were distracting you from speaking.
“T-touch me, please…”
“Like this?”
Those teasing fingertips stopped tracing patterns over your torso, and instead began to travel down, down, until they dipped just underneath the elastic of your underwear. They fluttered against the sensitive skin, but frustratingly, stopped there. Your breath caught as you nodded, hips raising automatically in search of the friction you’d been yearning for.
“Yes, yes, please… Jumin…”
A quite groan sounded from the back of his throat as you uttered his name once again, not bothering to mask your need for him.
“How could I resist a request like that..? Come here.” In one swift and steady movement, Jumin laid back on the bed pulling you down with him. You were stretched out, laid carefully between his legs, your back against his hard chest. His lips were at your ear once more, and before you could utter a word, those teasing fingertips travelled further down right to your core.
Waves of pleasure ran through you as skilled fingers slowly circled around your clit, moans of relief tumbling from your lips at the long awaited contact, Jumin humming his approval. Finally, finally, he slowly dragged his middle finger over your most sensitive spot, coating the digit instantly - you were already soaked for this man.
“Oh god…” Automatically your hips began to gyrate and lift of the bed, eager for more.
He continued his languid strokes, the movement causing the most obscene, slick, wet sound you’d ever heard come from yourself before. A deep, satisfied groan emanated from Jumin’s throat - he heard it too.
“You are such a good girl for me… how did I get so lucky?” Jumin’s voice was throaty, no longer able to hide the effect you were having on him. You wanted to tell him he’d got it wrong, how you were the lucky one, but try as you might you couldn’t think hard enough to get the words out as eloquently as you wanted. All you could do was feel - the warmth of his thighs wrapped either side of you, his strong arms holding you close, the comforting solidness of his chest, the way his fingers expertly ran over and over your sensitive bud - he encompassed you.
“J-Jumin, I - oh!” A moan escaped you, cutting off whatever you were going to say next as finally Jumin’s long, skilled digit entered you in a short thrust. The familiar rumble of his chest told you Jumin was laughing again, delighted by your sounds.
“So cute. Were you trying to say something?” The teasing lilt to his voice was barely hidden as you struggled to get your words out.
“I… I just… I…”
What were you trying to say? Had it been important? It was hazy, your focus completely zeroed in on the way Jumin was moving his fingers. Almost as if he knew how much you were struggling, he added another digit to the one currently curling and massaging deep inside you. Your hips were rocking into his movements on their own, chasing the waves of pleasure he was causing with his ministrations. Carefully, he pressed the heel of his hand to your clit, the sensitive nub dragging against the skin with every rock of your hips.
“Ah! Oh Jumin, oh fuck, I-”
It was too much, the sensations overwhelming. Your fingers grasped at his thighs, he was so good, you were gonna-
“Let go, love.” His voice commanded, low and rough, and you did. Your back arched as your walls fluttered around his fingers, your orgasm washing over you, prolonged by his gentle thrusts as he worked you through it. Moans tumbled out of your mouth as he held you close, lips kissing your jaw, cheek, neck, anything he could as you writhed on top of him.
Wow.
Slowly you came back down from your high, your senses beginning to return to normal. Your heart was hammering against your chest, breathing shallow, and you were faintly aware of the full blown smirk pressed against your neck.
“Absolutely divine…” he uttered, the words catching in his throat at the end, betraying how wrecked he truly was. Just from making you feel good.
“Jumin… that was…” you struggled to find the right words for the overwhelming sensations you’d felt, the heady fog still clouding your brain. His arms tightened their hold around your waist at your words, and you knew he understood.
“I’m extremely inclined to agree, I very much enjoyed the show… you spoil me.”
How could he still think you weren’t the one being spoilt? In daily life as well as the night time, ahem, activities. He was spoiling you alright, spoiling you rotten. But still, you wanted more. You couldn’t get enough of him, and you wanted, if not needed, to make him feel good too.
Carefully you turned around in his arms to finally face him, chest pressed against chest, and your eyes drank in the sight of his disheveled form. His usually immaculate hair was ruffled from your movements and being pressed into the soft pillows, the black strands falling into wide, grey eyes. His pupils were blown wide, staring at you in sheer adoration. Lips slightly parted, a slight smirk playing around the edges. He was gorgeous.
“Jumin…” you uttered in a pleading, desperate whisper, looking up at him through your lashes. Your heart warmed with triumph as you heard the sharp intake of breath.
“Yes?” It was one word, but the throaty, delicious baritone betrayed the desire behind it.
“I need you. I want more.”
Jumin’s gaze never left yours, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. His thumb traced gentled circles into the soft flesh, and at once you leaned into his touch, almost sighing in pleasure. He wanted you bad, you could tell, but he seemed to be deliberating something. Had Zen’s words finally gotten to him? You sure hoped not, but you wanted to lay it on thick just incase.
Tilting your head, you drew your bottom lip between your teeth and softly bit down. Utterly breathless, you whispered to him.
“Please?”
Jumin groaned, and you knew at once you’d won.
“How can I deny a request as pretty as that?”
In a second his lips were on yours, taking your bottom lip from your teeth to lave his tongue along it, and you almost keened at the contact. Eagerly you responded in kind, your fingers finally burying themselves into that soft, mussed up hair. Before you realised it, Jumin had rolled you over onto your back, pushing you back into the soft pillows without breaking your kiss. The delicious weight of his body pressed against you, forearms either side of your head, once again encompassing you. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him impossibly closer still, lifting your hips up to press yourself against him and eliminating any space between you. An approving moan left your throat as he rolled his hips down into yours in response, and you could feel at once how clearly he wanted you from the hardness that pressed against your core.
Gasping, you broke from his lips to utter your next request.
“Off.” Was all you could manage, tugging on his once pressed, now rumpled shirt to signal your meaning. With a smile, Jumin sat back.
“As you wish.”
Long fingers deftly loosened the buttons of the white shirt, slowly revealing more of the sculpted, perfect chest you’d come to know. Swallowing, you drank in the sight of the half naked man above you, your fingertips skating across the newly exposed skin instantly. Taut muscles flexed under your touch, an almost imperceptible sigh leaving Jumin’s lips. Before you had the chance to comment, he was closing the space between you once more, his body stopping inches above your own.
“Now, may I be so selfish…” he uttered as his hands once again found their way to your hips, fingers curling into the softness of your skin as he skimmed them up, your camisole top lifting with them.
“…as to return the favour?” His movements stopped just before the slip of fabric revealed your bare breasts, and you nodded enthusiastically, earning yourself another chuckle.
Gently he pulled the camisole up and off your body, but before the material had joined his on the floor, his hands had already made short work of your silken sleep shorts, leaving you clad only in your underwear.
“Jumin!” You gasped, but Jumin gave you no time to recover as his hands began roving over the skin of your thighs.
“I th-thought you were… supposed to be returning the favour…” you gasped, distracted as those oh so talented finger tips teased at the laced edge of your underwear. In no time at all he’d brought that flush of need back, rushing through you as if he hadn’t just made you come five minutes ago.
A playful spark of his eye matched the sly curve of his lip as Jumin brought his face closer to your core.
“Sorry, just couldn’t help myself.”
He didn’t seem sorry at all, and before you could tell him so, he pulled the remaining fabric to one side and laved his tongue over your wet heat. The moan that ripped through you sounded desperate, surprised, and down right pornographic.
You had no idea you could make such a sound.
Pressed against your inner thigh you could feel his self satisfied smirk. But he didn’t stop there, eager to coax more sounds from you, running his tongue in perfect patterns along your most sensitive spots. And when he dipped straight into your core-
“God, Jumin!”
Your hands flew to bury themselves in his soft, raven hair, pleading him to continue. Soon your hips were tipping up into him, matching the rhythm he set as he pushed you higher and higher, the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter until…
He stopped.
The most pathetic whine left your lips unbidden as Jumin sat back, lips glistening with the evidence of his efforts. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his hair well and truly mussed from your fingers. Those stormy grey eyes were alight, pupils blown wide as he similarly drank in your disheveled state.
“You are so divine… sweeter than the sweetest wine.” His voice was deep, seductive as he leant back down, face inches from yours.
“Taste it.”
Obediently your mouth opened at once, Jumin closing the already small distance in a heated kiss. His usual minty taste was tinged with your own arousal, you’d never been more turned on in your life.
“Please.” You moaned around his lips, the desperate plea muffled from the kiss.
“Hmm?”
“Jumin, please.”
You couldn’t bare his teasing anymore, you had to have him now, it was all you could focus on. With a pleased hum, Jumin sat back once more, but this time he made short work of his trousers and underwear. It was clear he couldn’t keep up the teasing much longer either, his quick movements betraying the mutual need her felt. They joined the rest of the pile with a heavy clink from his belt, and finally finally, he was resting back on top of you.
Unexpectedly, he leant forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“You’re sure?”
The question surprised you, but once again filled your heart to burst. You knew without question he’d stop if you wanted, and never hold it against you. He wanted this, badly. The delicious hardness pressed against your thigh was proof enough, but still, he had to make sure. Even though you had pleaded him for this exact thing. He loved you, and would always put your wants and needs above his own.
Carefully you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his hips closer to your own.
“Absolutely.”
His answering smile was beautiful, full of the love he held for you. Gently he lined himself up with your entrance, and slowly slowly, thrust forward. Your gasps mixed with his as he finally bottomed out, your walls clenching around him reflexively.
You felt so full, so deliciously full.
You could feel every drag of his cock as his hips pulled backward, almost completely pulling out, before thrusting back in once more. Wanting more, your legs pulled him even deeper, helping him with his thrusts as Jumin’s pace increased.
A deep, throaty moan left his lips, poured straight into your ear as your fingers buried themselves into his hair once more.
“You feel… so good.” His fingers gripped at your hips, lifting them up into his thrusts to burry deeper inside you.
“You make me lose all composure, you know that?” He gave a breathless chuckle, and you could only moan in response.
“When you call my name… it’s all I can do not to have you there and then, wherever we are. On my desk… in the car… You drive me crazy, princess.”
You could hardly think straight, lost in the feel of him around you. But you knew one thing was true, and you had to tell him. He had to understand.
“You can have me, you do have me… I’m all yours, just yours.” You managed to pant, but you knew he’d heard you. Felt the twitch of his cock deep inside you at your words, heard the deep groan and roughly whispered “fuck” as he buried his face in your neck. It was like the floodgates opened at your words as he picked up speed, his rhythm become more desperate, as if he couldn’t get close enough to you and you responded in kind. All you could feel was him; his chest pressed against yours, hands digging into your flesh, his lips sealing around your neck to cover you in kisses. The way his cock hit you just right with every thrust, pushing you closer to that edge once more.
Moans were tumbling freely from your slack mouth, gasps and pleas to go faster, go deeper, give you more. He met your every request, fucking you into the pillows underneath you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your skin felt like it was burning, the coil in your stomach tightening.
“Jumin I… I…”
He groaned as you gave a particularly hard squeeze, so so close to tipping over that blissful edge. He voice was rough, wrecked as he answered your plea.
“Fuck, I can feel you. Come for me.”
And with the uttered command you let go, the coil finally snapping as you clenched around him, your orgasm hitting you in waves. Jumin rode you through it, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he found his own release, burying deep inside you with a throaty groan.
Finally his hips stilled, the sudden silence of the room almost deafening to yours ears. Soft gasps as you both tried to recuperate your breathing the only noise in the room.
Gently you tugged at Jumin’s arms, still locked either side of your head. Of course he obliged at once, carefully laying down beside you, his arms around your back to keep you close. Your limbs felt weightless, the pleasurable afterglow of your orgasm radiating through your spent body.
“Wow.” You uttered into the silence once your breathing had begun to slow, which earned you another soft chuckle. Jumin pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, before running a hand carefully through your hair, pushing it from your face.
“Absolutely. Wow.” He agreed, the loving smile on his face filling your heart once more.
A very angry buzz cut through the calm, causing Jumin to tut and you to roll your eyes. Curiosity got the better of you however, and you turned to lift the phone, just to peek…
“59 messages!? And 6 missed calls!” You gasped as the notification lit up the screen of your phone, the name Zen repeated over and over, only broken up by the odd Jahee or Sae-young. You knew at once that Jahee would be trying to placate and calm the silver haired actor, but Seven… would definitely not be.
You sighed, and Jumin once again gently took your phone out of you hand but this time placed it in the bedside table draw. His lips turned up into a playful smile as you looked at him curiously.
“Let’s let him sleep on it, shall we? We can talk to him in the morning.”
That probably was the best option, you’d been thoroughly fucked and as a result, was quite tired. Dealing with Zen’s panic in the morning sounded great.
“I’ll just tell him we had a very fun night. That’ll be enough to drive him mad for a whole extra day.”
With a roll of your eyes and a gentle nudge for good measure, you both chuckled at the thought of how Zen would take such a slightly ambiguous message, before falling asleep wrapped in each others arms.