Hacker || Mystic Messenger One-Shots

I Love You | Jumin

Warnings: Language & mentions of sex

The air was warm as you felt a soft hand caress your cheek. You smiled softly, opening your eyes to see Jumin. He traced your dimples with his index finger while letting the other ones glide against your skin. His touch made you feel hot inside yet always made you shiver. You brought your hand up to his face and brushed aside the rogue strands that fell upon his eyebrows. Your hand then snaked it's way up and down his exposed arm, leaving supple goosebumps in its wake.

"I don't think I'll ever want anyone else to touch me," he murmured, seemingly to himself. You felt giddy and marveled at how much he wanted you. How much he loved you.

"I don't plan on stopping anytime soon," you giggled. Inching closer, you gave him a soft pop kiss as your hand went under the covers to trace his abdomen and torso.

You remembered the first time Jumin had exposed his upper half to you. It was a few months into the relationship as, even though it didn't seem like it, he was very shy. You two were laying on his grossly oversized couch talking about who-knows-what when Jumin started to shift as if he was uncomfortable. You asked him what was bothering him and he responded by telling you that his dress shirt had felt too tight all day. You recall feeling taken aback as Jumin always seemed so perfect and organized that it felt as though he could never make a mistake (like picking an ill-fitting shirt).

"Just take it off, then." You said, not understanding the way he might take it until after the words were out of your mouth. He gawked at you and turned red.

"I-I didn't mean it like that! I just meant that... y'know... it's your house and you should feel comfortable."

"I want to be a gentleman, (Y/N). Gentlemen don't undress in front of women at random."

You huffed and rolled your eyes. "Jumin, this isn't the 19th century. If you want to take the shirt off, take the shirt off. Don't feel like you have to be so rigid around me." You paused, "I like you and I want us to be comfortable around each other."

You two went back and forth about it. All the while he kept asking if you were sure. You assured him every single time that it was fine. After much deliberation, he finally agreed.

Jumin wasn't your first boyfriend. But ever since the beginning you had felt different with him. You felt this attraction to him that you had never felt before. That's why when he slowly unbuttoned his shirt you suddenly felt hot and began to squirm. You fidgeted with the couch cushion as he finally slipped out of his business shirt. Of course, he folded it neatly and placed it on the armrest beside him. You couldn't help but sneak a glance. Except, the glance quickly turned into hardcore staring.

You realized what you were doing and spat out, "Oh my god I'm so sorry." Forcing yourself to look down, you felt heat creep up your neck and ears. He let out what sounded like a laugh and his hand rested on your shoulder.

"(Y/N), look at me."

You shook your head like a child; trying to calm yourself down turned out to be a difficult feat. He sighed, cupping your face and maneuvering it to face him. You bit your bottom lip awkwardly. As always, he saw your nervous action and smiled slightly before kissing you. It was slow and calm, unlike your heart rate. His mouth was hot, so hot and all you could feel was heat and warmth and light. Caught up in the moment, you blurted, "I want to touch you."

Like before, you couldn't believe what had just come out of your mouth. This was the type of thing that Jumin brought out of you. But, instead of recoiling or looking confused, he stared into your eyes before tenderly grabbing your hand. You watched as he placed it on his chest. His heart felt erratic just like yours. You began to run your hands all over his skin. He seemed to shiver at the sensation of your fingers. You had been bold all night. Why not be a bit bolder?