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“you’re such a good girl.”

prompt #105 with jumin, in which he stays impressively professional. nsfw.

Charismatic. Gracious. Businesslike. Not at all with his wife between his legs and her fingers wrapped around his cock. That is how he needs to come across.

“Governor Nam,” he greets. “To what do I owe this honor, sir?” Perfect.

“Mr. Han! Please allow me to offer my sincerest apologies for calling so late; I heard from your father that today is your birthday and merely called to offer my well wishes… ”

Your tongue darts past your lips to swipe over his throbbing head. Jumin gnaws on the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning, but there’s no stopping the way his eyes roll back in his head, the way his limbs turn to jelly.

“I appreciate you making the time, sir. My father told me you’re busier than ever as of late, with the investor meetings and all. How are they going?”

You ease him into it, swirling your tongue over his tip until his thighs are trembling beneath your fingertips; then, without warning whatsoever, you sink your mouth down on his cock until it’s hot and pulsing against the back of your throat. Jumin’s head knocks back against the headboard.

“Yes, sir. That can definitely be arranged. I’m sure my father and I could use the vacation.” You gag purposefully around his cock, the walls of your throat closing around him in a way you know he adores; his mouth goes slack, breath leaving his lips in a muffled huff. “I hear Laucala Island is beautiful this time of year.”

A single hand strokes down to curl in your hair, long fingers forming a fist and pulling you in against his hips. As if to commend you, to urge you. More. Please.

“I look forward to it as well,” he says. “Thank you so much again for calling, Governor Nam. Have a great rest of your night.”

He hangs up, puts his phone away, and you gag for real when he thrusts up into you, hips slapping against your face, the absolute hunger in his eyes sending a wave of arousal gushing from your cunt.

“You’re such a good girl.” The words cascade from his tongue in a coarse rasp, the breathiness in his voice telling you he’s close. “You did so well for me, angel. So fucking well. A-ah, so fucking well.”

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes when he begins to fuck your mouth: slowly, deeply, so much so that the room is filled with the sounds of your dribbling lips around his cock. Your hands cling to his lips, your throat stinging and mouth clamping down from the sheer depths that he’s reaching, until, inevitably, finally —

Jumin’s entire body stiffens, his hand falling out of your hair, broken moans of profanities and your name falling from his parted mouth. You relish in the release that surround your tonsils and lap at the droplets that leak down the side of his cock, waiting him out.

He sinks back into the mattress when with eyes slanted shut, chest heaving, two shaking words on the tip of his tongue.

“Come here.”

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Wait! What is the webtoon called?! I need more Jumin in my life!

it’s called “invitation of the mystic messenger”! it’s pretty new (i think it was first announced in april 2020) and it’s taking time for the chapters to be translated, but you can read what’s been published so far here :)

#answered #lilyisactuallydrawing

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a panel of webtoon!jumin that made my heart physically somersault in celebration of october 5th! let’s be real — he owns this entire month.

i love u endlessly. happy birthday angel.

#k.txt #I LOOOVE U #jumin han #if u haven't read the webtoon you're missing out #everyone is drawn so well #like even the characters i didn't think were my type #are now my type LMAO #AND THE MC IS SO CUTE #i like her much more than the original tbh #actual personality ❤️ #an actual friendship with jaehee ❤️ #ugh it's perfect #HE'S perfect

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Happy (belated) 4th Anniversary of Mystic Messenger!!! ✨

#🥺🥺 so cute #art

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Jumin webtoon icons

#not @ it being baby boy’s birthday in three days! #does this call for a revival of this blog? I think yes #jumin Han

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omg 🥰🥰🥰 hi thank you so much for this!

after his after ending (ha) i knew i had to write my own version because the game’s was not nearly dramatic enough for me, so i sort of .. word vomited how i’d rather have it play out? but i’m genuinely so happy you enjoyed it and i appreciate the support immensely 🥺

longing | v

wc: 2852

pairing: jihyun “v” kim x reader

genre: canon compliant, angst w/ an actual happy ending bc the game’s version wasn’t enough for me, reunions! yay, platonic jumin x reader

description: it’s been two years since you last saw v, but he reappears where you least expect it — at the r.f.a. party. and his feelings haven’t changed. not one bit.

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#also i'm glad to hear you liked her relationship with jumin! #that was definitely just me projecting my jumin-biased heart LMAOO #i can't believe you deemed this canon 😚 i'm honored #kind words

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for you to go through the fic so carefully and to leave such nice comments is ... so kind & i am undeserving 😭 i was definitely trying to convey the parts of his personality that you mentioned, like how much he cares about her and how selfless he is, and i’m so glad that came across.

tl;dr, so happy you enjoyed it, & hope you’re having a lovely day 🥰

“it’s only one night. we’ll just share the bed.”

prompt #1 with 707: in which he can’t love you, but he does anyway. + my masterlist.

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#'when you sign a book deal' I WISH omg #but seriously this was so incredibly nice my entire day has been made #also yes! i definitely had the reset theory in mind while writing this #so heartbreaking but interesting of a concept #he deserves better though 🥺 #kind words

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“let’s have a baby.”

prompt #22 with jumin, in which the answer was right in front of him all along. + my masterlist.

The same way dandelions grow between the cracks of aging cement, the thought takes root in Jumin’s head when he least expects it.

Fatherhood. The concept has always been a bit of an enigma to him: something that he understands in theory but doesn’t think he’s really experienced. His own father deemed him the heir to his corporation the second he exited the womb; their relationship held an unnatural level of formality for as long as Jumin could remember. That hadn’t always been a bad thing, considering how Jumin turned out, but Jumin’s father had always been an advisor to him, never a companion. Always his boss, never his equal.

Which leaves Jumin with one terrible question that plagues his every dream, that trails after him in his sleep.

Can I do better?

But then he wakes up to the sound of chirping birds and honking horns. He rolls over with a tired hum, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and he sees you — the windows spilling golden sunlight over your hair, your head tucked against the crook of his neck. With a drowsy smile, he gathers you in his arms, tangling your limbs together beneath the duvet, littering gentle kisses over the features of your sleeping face that he loves so much: the crown of your head, the slope of your nose, the pout of your lips. And he remembers.

He remembers how it felt all those years ago when you stepped into his penthouse for the first time. How his normally sharp tongue felt sluggish in his mouth when he spoke to you. How he felt a constant, insatiable desire to be near you, to touch you, to protect you.

He remembers how he once wanted to keep you locked up in his penthouse for the rest of your life; how toxic he’d been, obsessing over you, pining for you.

And he remembers how you led him through his confusion; how he had nothing else to go on but your hand clasped around his and the sight of your smile. How you taught him to love.

You begin to stir in his arms.

“Y/N?” He murmurs.

“Yes?” Your voice is quiet, sleepy.

He thinks about you. He thinks about his father. He thinks about himself, about his past, about his future. He could tell you everything that’s on his mind, every doubt, every qualm, but he figures he’ll just get to the point.

“Let’s have a baby,” he says.

Can I do better? That morning, he asks himself that question for the last time.

And when he tastes your smile, he finally knows his answer.

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i am constantly switching from favorite character to favorite character but it’s been years and i’m still so fucking in love w han jumin. like idk what to do with myself

#it's loving jumin hour every hour up in here!!! #k.txt

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I want you to know that your writing is BEAUTIFUL, and I am obsessed. You have such a way of pulling me in to the fleeting moments you create, and I'm so thankful I've found your blog. Thank you for sharing your talent.

omg i’m so happy to hear you’re enjoying my stuff 😭 thank you even MORE for taking the time to send me such a kind ask (and putting such nice tags on my fics, i see you!) 🥰🥰

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"don’t be gentle.”

prompt #106, in which saeran, in zen’s words, unleashes his beast. nsfw. + my masterlist.

One thing’s for sure, you think to yourself when Saeran backs you against the kitchen wall, his pupils dilated, his breath bated. Something about him is different tonight.

He touches you firmly, one hand white-knuckled around your waist and the other gently wrapped around the base of your throat as he guides your face towards his. The last things you see are his teal irises, riddled with hunger and arousal, before he lowers his mouth onto yours.

You’ve always been very conscious in moments like these with Saeran, not just because you're both testing new waters but also because you want to savor every detail. But something is undoubtedly different tonight. You're physically unable to keep track of every second because you keep losing yourself in the dizzying weight of his lips on your own. Because you’re completely and utterly enticed by his tongue laving over the seam of your lips, his fingers pushing under your top.

Because, maybe for the first time, he's making it crystal clear how much he wants you.

In hindsight, the night remains a mysterious blur of complete and total euphoria. You only remember flashes, tiny details. Your hands working furiously at the buttons of his shirt, his pulling needily at your pajama shorts. Wet kisses down your throat, across your collarbones, your swollen breasts, over your trembling thighs. Your legs hooked over his shoulders; hands tightly knotted in his hair; broken, high whines of his name. Teeth fastened around a pillow as he pounds into you from behind; the bed creaking with the force of his thrusts; the filthy words that drip past his lips and into your ears like polluted honey. His hands, holding you against him with so much force that you're nearly hovering above the bed. Your sweaty, feverish bodies melded together for what feels like hours of euphoria, hours that will deprive you of your ability to walk properly for days to come.

More clearly than anything else, however, you recall one thing.

“Saeran?” Your sigh of his name had been breathless and desperate, and he'd paused putting on a condom to look at you. “Don’t be gentle.”

He'd obliged, needless to say.

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“I will stay by your side” 

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“i haven’t slept in four days.”

prompt #211 with jumin, in which he falls asleep at the office. + my masterlist.

We have an emergency, Jaehee had said in her texts, and now you understand. 

Your husband sits at his desk, face-planted into the wooden surface, snoring. His arms hang at his side, nearly touching the floor; his chair is pushed back far enough that his tall frame folds beneath his desk like a lawn chair.

You can’t help the fond smile that appears on your face. He looks like a child. A lanky one, at that.

You lower yourself to a crouch. “Jumin.”

Nothing.

“Jumin,” you try again. “Darling?”

The snores come to a stop. There are a few moments of silence. Then —

“Ah.” His voice is throaty and low, just barely over a whisper. “They sent in the big guns.”

“To be fair, the situation was pretty dire,” you laugh.

He sits up. His forehead is flushed red from the weight of his head and there’s a smudge of ink on his cheekbone. It takes a few seconds for his eyes to come back into focus, and he frowns when he sees you stifling a grin.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you say. “You’ve got something on your face, is all. May I?”

He clears a space for you on his desk and you lift yourself onto the burnished surface. Once he’s close enough, you tip his chin upwards with a gentle finger and begin to wipe off his face.

“Assistant Kang called for you?”

“Mhm.”

“That was unnecessary. I was merely napping.”

“She was concerned! Rightfully so.”

You steal a good look at him for the first time. He’s as beautiful up close as he is from afar, and he never lets you forget it. 

But he’s tired. Now that you’re so close to him, the dark circles beneath his eyes are obvious, and his irises have lost their quick, thoughtful shine. You see his exhaustion so clearly that you can’t believe you ever missed it.

You finish getting the last bits of ink out and put away the handkerchief.

“Jumin?” You hum.

“Hm?”

“Tell me the truth.”

“About?”

“How long has it been since you last slept?”

His facial expression changes into something along the lines of damn. Busted. He speaks slowly, reluctantly. 

“Two days.”

You raise an eyebrow and he sighs.

“Four.”

Your eyes widen, and he makes haste to clarify. 

“It’s a busy time of year, Y/N. There are investments to be made. Departments to expand, the usual. But I’m fine.”

For a heartbeat, you want to scold him for being such a workaholic, to berate him for being so careless about his own well-being. But you know this is just something he has to go through, being the CEO of Korea’s largest corporation. 

“Hey.” His voice softens. “I can handle this. You know I can.”

But that doesn’t mean you should, you want to say. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just you being here is enough.”

“…then come here.”

The ninety-six hours of fatigue finally get the best of him. He burrows his face in the crook of your neck, his arms finding refuge around your waist, shoulders sagging with the relief of being in your arms. You readily hold him tight, your arms safe and warm around him.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” he murmurs.

“You should be,” you return weakly, not a note of conviction in your voice.

Soon, his breathing slows. Before he drifts off completely, you say something along the lines of Jaehee is going to cancel your meetings for the rest of the day. 

Officially too tired to argue, he makes a soft sound of agreement — and closes his eyes.

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“it’s only one night. we’ll just share the bed.”

prompt #1 with 707: in which he can’t love you, but he does anyway. + my masterlist.

“Hey. I was looking for you.”

From where Saeyoung sits, laid back on the porch steps leading up to the cabin, stars sprawl across the sky like shards of diamond on black fabric. They’re beautiful, but…    

Wisps of her hair brush his cheek as she sits down next to him. They’re nothing compared to you.

“How’s V?” He returns.

She folds her knees to her chest. “He’s breathing.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

She seems composed at first, but upon closer examination Saeyoung sees that her lashes are studded with tears and her lower lip trembles whenever she exhales, like she’s one breath away from a nervous breakdown. 

What can he say to make this shitty situation any better? Can he say anything?

He tries. 

“He’ll make it, you know.” He pauses, then manages a faint smile. “He’s too stubborn to die.” 

A tiny laugh escapes her lips.

“There she is.” He gives her a nudge. “Keep smiling for me. Okay?”

She tucks herself closer, leaning on Saeyoung’s shoulder.

“Okay,” she whispers.

He’s acutely aware of the way her arm touches his, how her hair smells like wisterias, how he could lean in and kiss her if he really wanted to. You’re too close, he thinks to himself.

Then, a helpless afterthought: but don’t you go any further.

The pair sit in silence for a few minutes, the forest air filled with cricket song and the soporific current of a creek not too far away. Then, she murmurs, “I found one more bedroom in the cabin.”

“Good. You’ll get a good night’s rest, then.”

There’s a long, drawn-out pause. “But where will you sleep?”

“Couch.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“…what if you slept with me?”

Color floods Saeyoung’s cheeks. She seems to realize what she’s just said and lifts her head from his shoulder, flustered.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way,” she says hastily. “Just that…it’s only one night. We’ll just share the bed.”

“No,” he says immediately, and it’s her turn to be taken aback at the celerity of his rejection. He sputters an explanation. “Thank you, but that’s not necessary, really.”

“Please, Seven.” She catches his wrist. “After all you’ve done for us.”

What about V? He thinks desperately. What about the man you love?

“Unless you’re uncomfortable with it.” Her hand loosens. “I understand.”

“No! It’s nothing like that,” Saeyoung says, meeting her eyes. “It’s — it’s — ”

It’s that he just can’t.  He can’t share a bed with her. Not just that — he can't keep checking his phone to see if she’s online. He can’t keep trying to make her laugh; to picture her smile. He can’t keep loving her.

She’s not even his to love.

“I can’t,” he says, rising to his feet. “I’m sorry.”

“Saeyoung…”

“If you have trouble sleeping, just remember that I’m right outside. No harm will come to either of you anymore. I swear it on my life.”

He starts to walk back inside, but his hand lingers on the door.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers one more time, and then he slips inside.

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“are you still awake...?”

prompt #77 with jumin, in which you’re very busy and he misses you. + my masterlist.

“Do you remember that French restaurant we went to once?” Jumin asks over breakfast. “The one you said you could eat at every day?”

“Yes, of course,” she hums as she cools a cup of green tea. “How could I forget?”

“I could make a reservation there tonight, then pick you up after work…” His voice trails. “What do you think?”

The regret in her eyes gives him his answer right away.

“I was just about to tell you,” she sighs. “I’ll be coming home late for a while.”

“Why?”

“I’ve been asked to take a few night shifts.”

He speaks in a calm deadpan. “Whose jurisdiction is that again?”

She laughs. “Jumin…”

“I won’t do anything bad,” he assures her. “I’ll just give them a friendly reminder of what happens when they don’t let me have my girlfriend back before sundown.”

From behind him, she winds her arms around his neck, her voice warm against the shell of his ear.

“Two more weeks. Just two,” she murmurs, placing a kiss on his temple. “You’ll manage.”

Will I?  He wants to ask, but she’s off before he can. She heads for the door, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“If I’m not home by midnight, call the police,” she sings, far too casually for Jumin’s liking. “Have a good day, my love!”

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At 11:57, Jumin gives up glancing at the clock every few seconds and resorts to staring at it instead. 

At 12:25., he gets tired of waiting and goes to bed, Elizabeth trotting at his heel.

Only at 12:49, when he’s on the cusp of slumber, does he finally feel her presence in the dark bedroom.

The duvet lifts and falls as she crawls in behind him. Her arms find his waist and her face nuzzles the nape of his neck. She must’ve showered; she smells of flowery shampoo and the laundry detergent they share. Jumin could melt in her scent.

“Are you still awake?” She whispers, her voice small. “Jumin?”

Silence. She sighs, the sound quiet and apologetic. 

“I got held up. I should’ve called.”

Yeah, you should’ve,  he thinks, but he doesn’t answer. He’s annoyed with her and she knows it. Plus, he’s too tired (and, honestly, too happy that she’s home) to say anything.

“I love you,” is the last thing he hears, and then he drifts off into a dreamless sleep.

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Things don’t improve for a few days. 

He doesn’t blame her for being busy, of course, and she’s grateful towards him for understanding, but the fact remains that she seems to come home later and later every day. 

Life loses a lot of its color when she’s not around, is what Jumin quickly learns, and he decides to do something about it.

Five nights later, she comes home late, as usual. Her silhouette closes the penthouse door quietly behind her, careful not to make any noise, and she turns around — only to see Jumin.

He’s standing next to a candlelit table, laid out with rose petals and takeout from her aforementioned favorite restaurant. She’s holding…takeout. From her aforementioned favorite restaurant.

They stare at each other. And then they start to laugh.

“Did you follow me home from work?” She asks, grinning, crossing the room, her fingers fastening around the lapels of his overcoat.

“I should ask you the same.” He lowers his head to kiss her. It’s slow and gentle, her hand curling around the back of his neck, his finding her waist, and it’s wonderful. It’s home.

The night goes by in a happy blur of laughter and love, of good food and good conversation. It doesn’t last for long; the food dwindles eventually, and so does their energy. But he falls asleep with her tucked into his chest, their hearts beating in a slow, peaceful unison.

And her being in his arms — in his life — is all he’ll ever need.

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“if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re trying to seduce me.”

WARNINGS: degradation. asphyxiation mention. post-cleansing saeran is not a pleasant saeran.

prompt #37 with saeran, in which you’re not afraid of him — even when you should be. + my masterlist.

“I figured out what your horrible stench is.” Saeran’s lips drag over the place where your neck meets your shoulder, his mouth warm and wet. “Flowers. Those stupid things my alter-ego loves.”

“Yes,” you whisper. “Jasmine, to be exact.”

“You think I give a damn what kind it is? It sickens me. It makes bile rise to my throat and turns my skin to gooseflesh.”

“Then...why are you still so close to me?”

“Because, dearest Y/N, I like making you uncomfortable more than I dislike that execrable odor,” he snarls. “And also because I enjoy the way you react when I touch you. My mind at peace only when you’re squirming in my arms.”

“You’re starting to sound rather odd, you know," you say.

“What?” The syllable leaves his lips in a sharp hiss. 

“The things you’re saying, the way you’re touching me…” You meet his eyes, unflinching. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.”

“You stupid girl."

He presses you harder against the wall, the cold plaster against your back posing a delicious contrast to his body warmth.

“Explain something to me,” he says in a poisonous rasp. “Every day, I threaten to kill you if you say something out of line, but you continue to mouth me off. As if you have nothing to live for. As if you’re not afraid of anything."

“That's not true,” you breathe. “I'm afraid of a lot of things.”

"Then help me understand, please, because I'm at a fucking loss. You know every insolent word you say to me is a death wish and you still don't shut up. Why?"

"You didn't let me finish." You pause, only for a few seconds, but it feels like a lifetime. "I am afraid of many things, but you are not one of them."

He opens his mouth, face contorting with rage, but, to your surprise, he stops himself before he speaks. He probably wasn’t expecting to hear that. Honestly, neither were you.

“If I let you kill me, that would be giving up on you.” Your voice doesn’t so much as tremble, although you speak quietly. “And I promised myself I would never do that when I fell in love with you.”

He stares. His face is so close to yours that you’re nearly cross-eyed maintaining the eye contact. It’s only after a few seconds of silence do you realize that he hasn’t said anything yet, speechless for the first time. His breath is bated and uneven. His chest heaves as he takes in gulps of air, as if your words have sucked out all the oxygen in the room. His hands twitch as if he considers closing them around your throat.

But he does something far worse.

He crashes his mouth onto yours. It’s not a liplock so much as a last-resort method to get you to shut up, but, for some reason, you find shudders of ecstasy coursing down your spine, your hands itching to thread through his hair, to gather him closer. He holds your hands above your head, his lips ravishing yours hungrily, angrily, desperately, like he’s been waiting to do this for ages, and it hurts but it’s good, embarrassingly so. What is this, Saeran? What are we? 

He fastens his teeth around your lower lip and bites, hard enough for it to sting, gentle enough for you to gasp with pleasure. And then he breaks away.

"Then you're a much bigger fool than I thought."

He leaves the room. Heavy silence lingers behind after he slams the door, hard enough to leave the wall rattling in its wake. You fall into an uneasy slumber with the metallic tang of blood on your tongue.

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