Hacker || Mystic Messenger One-Shots

Maneater | Jumin (Lemon)

You couldn't tell which felt hotter — his tongue in your mouth or his hands scattering incessantly across your body. His long fingers gripped the side of your face, pulling it closer to his, angling you downwards to reach a spot you knew he was searching for. Your breath was caught in your chest; you were only able to sneak in small gasps of air whenever he would shift his lips. Your hands reached out to his chest, fumbling about with his buttons. The best you could do was grasp at the pressed fabric, your mind too occupied with other things to recall how to unbutton a shirt.

The only thing grounding you was the cold touch of the counter you were perched on, your bare thighs sticking in place with sweat. A skirt you forgot the color of hung at your ankle, flinging in every direction, yearning to be united with Jumin's blazer on the floor.

His hands were everywhere at once — and yet you felt so bare, so needy. He was still somehow still not close enough. You brought your hands to his scalp, tugging his hair, willing his face to come closer to yours. He grunted, shifting his hand from your neck to the side of your thigh, pulling your torso closer to his. Your legs were spread for him, his body fitting perfectly in between. Against your better judgment, you hooked your ankles together around his hips, thrusting him into the counter. His right arm shot out to his side to steady himself, a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. A girlish whine escaped your mouth, the absence of his hand bringing forth a tremendous ache.

"So impatient," he whispered, so breathy that it was almost inaudible.

"I think," you said, smiling as he kissed you sloppily, "you're being a little hypocritical." You wasted no time and slithered your fingers over his belt buckle, lining his bulge with the very tip of your pointer finger. His fingers dug into your thigh.

You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing a seemingly indescribable look in his eyes, one reserved only for you. His eyebrows tightened, a small twitch in his cheek unleashing the smile you had tried to withhold.

"What is it that you want to do to me, Jumin Han?" You asked, interlacing your fingers behind his neck. The gap between you was so small that your elbows fell slack at your sides. Your fingers tickled the curled ends of his hair, twirling them absentmindedly. His eyes looked crazed; they scanned your entire face over and over, retracing the same pattern.

Though your question seemed like a flirtatious, meaningless one, a part of you truly wanted to know. Jumin had never been open about anything he wanted — especially in a situation like this. You knew a piece of him felt shameful of it and you wanted to dissolve it. He was deserving of anything he could want from you, and all you wanted was for him to just take it.

His left palm was embedded in your thigh, his right hand at your waist, holding you still. As if you could ever want to move away from him. His entire demeanor was stiff. You had learned to not take offense to it; you understood he didn't know what to do with himself.

"Don't be so frigid, my love," you said, grabbing at the sides of his neck. You paused, gliding your hand across his jaw. "I'm not going to run away from you."

Half of you was joking, but the other half knew that somewhere in his brilliant, chaotic mind, he was afraid.

"I think about..." he trailed off, weaving a hand into the strands of your hair, letting them glide off of his fingers.

"What do you think about?" You whispered into his mouth, planting a soft kiss onto them. He shuttered softly, a feeling of warmth erupting in your stomach. It amazed you at how sensitive he was to you, even after all the things that you had done together.

"I think about this," he hesitated, taking a moment to breathe deeply. "I think about this... about you in this way," he gestured vaguely to your body. You bit down a laugh. "About doing this with you... all of the time. And every time I get to it, every time I have you here in front of me, I don't know what to do with you."