“Should I buy some land around the company building and build a theme park for cats?”
I finally got my computer back so I can finally fix!!! This!!! Mess!!! I!!! Call!!! A!!! Blog!!!! And also maybe write something tonight woo hooo
mc: hey.. what are you wearing? haha
jumin: At the moment I am wearing a suit made by Verragamo. I bought it for a trip that I was supposed to take last month, but was later cancelled as the company’s CEO we were going to meet with went to prison for tax evasion and the company quickly went bankrupt. I guess it is a good thing we did not meet. Anyway, it is a nice suit; custom fit to my exact specifications, sturdy material and a classic steel grey. It is important to not skip on the details and quality with clothing. Oh, I must go now. Something came up. I hope you have a nice day and eat soon. Goodbye.
JUMIN’S ROUTE BROKE ME i am still a pile of feelings and questions and nothing
[I blame this on @preciousluciel as usual.]
Relationship: Jumin Han x Reader
Summary: Based on this brilliant headcanon that Jumin would do a striptease for MC to Closer by Nine Inch Nails. Yes. This is all about that.
You’re on a chair, in Jumin’s bedroom in the penthouse. The lights are dimmed, and you can’t really see anything from where you’re sitting.
It’s cold. You’re only wearing your night shirt and a pair of tights.
Your hands are tied to your back with a rope.
He’s moving around the room, preparing something, and you can’t see what but you can see the light from his phone screen every once in a while.
You can hear music now. You didn’t know that he had speakers in the bedroom, so it’s surprising to you, but you barely have time to react before you see him standing in front if you.
He’s not close, a few feet away but he’s looking you straight in the eyes without even blinking.
The beat pulses through the floor, up the chair, through your body.
He’s wearing black all the way today, shoes and socks, dress pants and leather belt, a shiny black shirt and a black tie. He’s taken off his jacket and vest, and the button up is slim fit so you can see hints of the muscles on his shoulders and arms.
He looks taller from where he’s standing. Slender, down to earth, powerful.
His raven hair falls over his forehead, covers his eyes a little bit but those greys keep observing you, every movement you make, every single adjustment on that chair.
He starts to slowly walk up to you. Really slowly.
The beat changes slightly, and a voice starts singing.
You feel like you need to laugh but the seriousness in his eyes turns all laughter to a lump in your throat and a shiver down your spine.
You let me desecrate you.
You let me violate you.
He smiles a wry smile, still not there yet, still looking at you like you’re his prey and he’s got all of the time in the world to tear you to pieces.
You’ve never been so attracted before.
He’s turning you on, working you up without even touching you yet.
The song keeps going in the background but you’re not as focused on the lyrics anymore, just the vibe of it, the rhythms, and his steps that match perfectly to it.
He’s in front of you, reaches out with his hand and grabs a hold of your chin, tilts your head up to look him in the eyes.
Drop dead gorgeous.
He’s fucking you with his eyes.
His fingers stroke your chin. You’re feeling a bit lightheaded, like it’s too much to just take all of this in - but you’re so caught up in the moment that you barely notice it.
Without a sound, he lets go of your chin and moves aside, keeps walking, circles around you like an animal once again. When he’s behind you, he puts both of his hands on your shoulders. Strokes down your arms. With his head close to your neck, he breathes a hot puff of air just below your ear and you suddenly get goosebumps all over your arms and legs. You don’t even dare to breathe, afraid to break the spell, ruin the moment.
Help me, I broke apart my insides
Help me, I’ve got no soul to sell
And as quick as ever, his hands and mouth are gone and he’s walking around you again. You can hear the music turn to a more intense part as your eyes lock with his, he walks up to you again, still not so close, the distance enough so that you can look at each other properly.
He’s calm. Playful. One finger keeps rolling rhythmically to the beat.
You’re absolutely sure that he’s staring right into your soul.
Help me get away from myself.
Both of his hands move towards the button on his collar.
Your eyes are still connected. And he opens his mouth, mimes the words like they are his own.
I want to fuck you like an animal.
You can hardly breathe.
Slowly, he starts unbuttoning his shirt.
I want to feel you from the inside.
I want to fuck you like an animal
The lyrics repeat themselves.
Even though your hands are tied, your feet are on the floor and your eyes focused on him, you simply can’t stop shivering. It’s the combination of being tied up,being excited and extremely turned on.
Filled with anticipation, you watch him do his last button.
When he’s finished, he smoothly slips out of the shirt like it’s nothing, lets it fall on the floor into a little pile.
He takes a step closer to you.
You have to wet your lips. You don’t break the connection between you, you don’t look away. His gaze is still locked onto yours.
I want to feel you from the inside
In the dimmed lights from above, it almost looks like his pale skin is glowing, and it’s easier to see the muscular patterns over his chest and arms. There is something far too attractive about his slim waist and broad shoulders.
Hands move to the leather belt, fingers work the buckle. The leather moves over the fabric with a sweeping sound, and he manages to roll it into a tidy, perfect roll. Then he looks at you and smiles, keeps the belt in his hand whilst taking the last few steps to close in on you.
His pants fall down a bit. You can see the line of his boxers, and the start of the v-line that goes down to his crotch.
With a fast movement, he’s grabbed the chair just next to your shoulder and he leans in to catch your lip between his teeth. You’re so surprised, you let a sound slip out and it’s making him laugh quietly into what seems to be a kiss, but is more an establishment of domination.
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You want to touch him, touch his skin and bite it, mark it, suck on it like it’s yours. Leave a bruise, leave a hickey.
He leans back again, you let out a sigh of disappointment but he still stays close, close enough for you to smell him, sense the warmth of his body. He pretty much straddles one of your thighs, moving to the beat of the music, cupping your face with his hands but with such determination it’s impossible for you to move your head. You’re excited by it, your blood is rushing, thoughts are going crazy, nerves confusingly making you feel everything and nothing at the same time.
He kisses you. Pushes his body on top of yours, grinds against you. And in your mouth, while he kisses you, he whispers in unison with the singer;
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
After a series of hot kisses, nibbles, biting, sucking, whispering and pleading, he starts to leave your lap, kneeling with his mouth still kissing whatever he can reach.
He goes down, tears your shirt open with a fast and powerful pull. Buttons fly everywhere, and you’re almost upset until you meet his eyes.
He’ll buy you a new shirt.
He kisses your breast, kisses your nipple. Bites it. Sucks it. Does the same with the other one, lives on the small sounds you make.
He keeps going down, leaves a trail of kisses down to your bellybutton.
You have to work together to get your tights off, but his strong pulls do a lot, and before you have time to think about it he’s leaned in to pull down your underwear - with his mouth, ripping them apart.
He looks up on you. Smiles. Drops the fabric to the floor and licks his mouth before grabbing your thighs, pulling them apart, kissing his way in between them.
You’re not just sweating, but panting, not sure about how long you will last with his mouth eating you out.
He’s better than good at it. Enjoying every single stroke with his tongue, he works and works until you’re prepared to cry out his name, regardless who might hear it.
You moan, and one of his hands find it’s way up to your chin, holds it firmly, forces your head back.
He’s in control. You know it, and it makes it all even better.
You’re getting closer.
He’s slowing down, on purpose, because he can notice your ragged breathing and tensed muscles.
The music is still going, it’s probably some kind of remix that just keeps the beat on afterwards, but the mere presence of those pulsing rhythms make you dizzy.
You whisper his name.
A finger that belongs to his other hand finds its way through the wetness, and straight into you. He doesn’t play softly, but that’s what you want. He adds another finger. And another. Massages, plays around…
You’re gonna explode, you’re absolutely sure of that.
His tongue is magic. His grasping hands, energy, pace. You can’t do anything but to moan, repeat how much you love it over and over.
You can feel drips of sweat run down your back. Your toes curl, fingers reach for the only thing they can feel - rope. The wave of your orgasm is close, just about to tip over.
I want to fuck you like an animal
You’re giving up, just about to let that rush of feelings flow through you - but he pulls out.
He stops, just before you’re there, just when you think you’re gonna get it.
You moan completely out of disappointment.
Licking his mouth, he looks up at you with a smug smile.
Something’s running down the corner of his lip. He wipes it away, grabs the chair and stands up, grabs a hold of your jaw once again and says; “Don’t think you’ll get away that easy, my princess.”
You look at each other.
An animal and his prey.
He walks around you, unties your wrists - at least there’s that - and you sigh out of relief and pull them to your chest so that you can massage them gently, bring them back to function. He joins in, closing his hands around yours, leans in and kisses your wrists gently.
Then he lifts you up, like it was no effort at all, and carries you to the bed up the back wall. You can’t actually see it, but you can feel it. When he drops you on the soft sheets, you pull him down with you in a kiss, and eventually even roll over so that you’re on top.
He chuckles, as is if your attempt to gain a little more power amuses him.
“Oh my bad, bad girl.” He says, biting his lip, locking your gazes.
“I’m still not done with you.”
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