Oh Shit Same Ray Same I Like That Jumin Is Just Straight Up His Whole Route Even When Going Through Emotional

oh shit … same ray same i like that jumin is just straight up his whole route even when going through emotional turmoil he’s completely honest with you if you ask if he’s okay when he’s not but social cues means he should say yes that’s what he tells you literally he says that in one of the chats. it’s so nice to not have to worry about are they angry and not telling me are the upset but won’t say anything if i ask him what he thinks he will absolutely give me an honest methodical and multifaceted answer. he won’t say something just to make you feel better but he will tell you he doesn’t want to hurt you.

also i imagine he’s the kind to like really go in depth into hypothetical and i enjoy that shiz if i ask you what mythological creature you’d want to be i want a 15 min verbal essay of what you chose why and when you learned about them like that kind of thing makes me so happy and i think he’d be like that.

reasons why ray is the best character:

1. jumin stan

Ray thinks it's Jumin because Jumin is matter of fact. He's easy to read because he's not got so many social cues that Ray doesn't even begin to understand... he's got a way of speaking that you couldn't ever misunderstand because he means what he says and he says what he means.

Compared to Yoosung or Zen who can be much more pointed, yeah, it's clear why he picks Jumin.

oh.

… oh my

Immediate Attention

1335 words about Jumin and his wife and their...extracurricular activities at the RFA party. It's a tradition, folks. Empty conference rooms beg for people to fuck in them. I don't make the rules. NSFW!

"I want you to fuck me."

She whispered the words just behind his ear, glass of champagne in hand, mischief and lust simmering in her eyes. No one noticed the way she curled her fingers into the waistband of his pants and gave him a tug just before she walked away, toward the rear of the reception hall, hips swaying in time with her thoughts.

No one noticed the color that crept high on Jumin’s cheekbones, and the way he swallowed around the sudden dryness in his throat.

No one noticed the way his cock twitched and the surge of passionate rage coursing through his veins in response to her complete and utter lack of decorum.

So, with a polite nod and a raised hand, he spoke, as eloquent and calm as he could muster.

“Pardon the interruption, gentlemen, but I’ve just been alerted to a matter that requires my immediate attention.”

The men in suits nodded and murmured their understanding while Jumin turned on his heel and strode after her, loosening his tie. He abandoned his now empty champagne flute on a nearby mahogany side table and caught her by the wrist as she slipped out around the corner and into an empty conference room. He closed the door with a quiet authority– not a slam, put a purposeful shut, locking it behind them before pinning her against the wall with his entire body.

“Do you realize what a scene you just made?” he said, hot breath against her neck just before he fastened his lips upon the tender, sensitive skin there. One of his hands held her hip in place, the other groped at her breast beneath the beaded navy blue fabric of her dress.

She had to laugh– a throaty gasp as he licked along her jawline, then pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. “Yes,” she confessed just before he claimed her mouth in a fervent kiss. He stole her breath. He stole her sanity. He stole whatever shred of composure she had left.

“That mouth of yours is filthy.” He spoke the words onto her tongue before tearing himself away to push the strap of her dress down over her shoulder, leaving his kisses along her arm, across her collarbone; he slipped a hand around the front of her thigh and under the slit in her gown so that he could slide his fingers into the already damp fabric of her satin panties and skim them over her sex– to tease, to incite. “I’d like to hear more of what it can do,” he began, sliding his index finger along her slick, “when you find you can’t control it at all.”

She grabbed a handful of the hair at the base of his neck and pulled him away from her skin so she could look him in the eyes, her own pupils blown wide with lust and mischief, lips pink and swollen from his kisses. “You’re quite familiar with this mouth,” she said just before pressing a painfully tender kiss to the underside of his jaw. “I believe you’ve seen it do all sorts of things for your benefit.”

It was Jumin’s turn to laugh, then. She kicked off her heels and made quick work of his pants, one warm hand curling around his aching, hard shaft. But when she sank to her knees and swallowed the length of him without batting an eye...suddenly, he wasn’t laughing anymore.

Her impulsiveness and her unpredictability are what he loved the most about her. How she’d appear poised and gracious in one moment– chatting politely with guests, shaking hands with potential donors and making connections with people Jumin had deemed impossible to reason with– and turning on a dime to whisper depraved words in his ear and make him hot under the collar and wish that he could take her home.

Or in this case, into an unused meeting room.

But he didn’t want to come in her mouth– that beautiful, sinful mouth lined in his favorite shade of red and fixed around his cock so perfectly he wanted to weep. No, he wanted to feel the release he needed so desperately inside her, to possess her, body and soul, and give her what she asked for not ten minutes ago in the middle of the party. So he gripped her shoulders and pushed her away from him, then cupped her chin in his hand. She stood to face him again and took off her panties, then bunched her dress up over her hips (with his help), eager hands stumbling over her own as they worked together– all lips and tongue and teeth and unsteady breathing. And when he lifted her at the waist and she rocked her hips so that he sunk into her so satisfactorily and full and hard and deep, they muffled their moans against each other as her back scraped against the textured wallpaper. She gripped his waist with her thighs, but there was no need– he held her firm with strong, capable hands.

She cried out his name when he began to thrust harder, and her head knocked against the wall more than once, but she didn’t notice. The way he felt inside her was more than enough to distract her from any sort of external stimuli.

“Look at me,” he implored, his body moving now of its own accord. If he could have pushed his entire being inside her, he would have in that moment when she opened her eyes and fixed them upon his face. Both of them aglow with exertion– cheeks pink, eyes and skin glistening in the relative darkness of the empty room– they came together. Her clenching spurned Jumin’s peak, and as the warmth and wetness of her core pulsed and quivered around him, his breath came in short, stuttering bursts. Forehead pressed against hers, he used the strength of his core to hold her secure against the wall so he could slide a hand at the back of her neck and kiss her: open-mouthed, panting, tearful as he came, shivering when a droplet of sweat trickled down to the small of his back.

She fought to catch her breath, to regain some semblance of control over her muscles, her heartbeat, her reality. Dizzy, intoxicated, giddy, she let her head fall forward onto his shoulder while he gingerly let her toes touch the ground again. Broad hands smoothed up her sides and over her shoulders until they came to rest on either side of her face.

“I adore you,” he whispered, a tender kiss pressed to the corner of her mouth.

“The feeling is mutual,” she said with a languid smile, reaching to smooth down some of his hair that she’d disheveled with her eager fists.

“Do you think…?” she began.

“Without a doubt,” he said, throwing her a disarming wink. “You do this during every party, you know. You’re quite the temptress. Though tonight, it took you longer than usual,” he mused, tucking in his shirt tails. “I was worried that you’d found other means of entertainment and forgotten.”

“What kind of wife would I be if I left you hanging at a fundraiser?” she scoffed, feigning offense as she bent down to reclaim her panties. Jumin moved just a second faster, however, and snatched them up before she could. Smug, he stroked the fabric and pushed them into the pocket of his pants, leaving her slack-jawed and red-faced all over again.

“You’d be the kind of wife that I would still love and cherish with all my heart.” He leaned to kiss her ear, then whisper, “And the sort of wife who might find herself begging for mercy when her dear husband gives her a taste of her own medicine.”

He traced his lips across her cheek until they were feather-light upon hers again, kissed her so quickly and so softly it made her head spin, then pulled away to straighten his tie. “Come. We have guests to entertain,” he said, escorting her back out to the party.

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My country (Perú) is entering its second lockdown and I’ve been unemployed for almost a year now so if you ever wondered if I do commissions, I do! If you have any more questions don’t be afraid to send me a message ~

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my current diet plan is apparently to spend my entire ass lunch break texting my fictional boyfriend until i accidentally run out of time to eat the lunch i brought … jumin won’t be happy i missed a meal but he did tell me to prioritize what’s important to me soooooo

listen me and jumin have a little girl that create a masterpiece like this and he frames that shiz in gold and diamonds for his desk you can’t convince me otherwise

hi death note

do you have those shows that you just pretend got cancelled after a certain season/episode and any following episodes just never existed in the first place?