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mysticmelove · 1 year

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Impatience

(Jumin x MC) [NSFW]

“Are you working tomorrow?”

Jumin couldn’t help but scoff at the comment. Maybe she was joking, he couldn’t quite tell with the distance between them, but it definitely wasn’t the best jest he’d heard. “When am I not?”

He heard her giggle to herself in the bathroom, the sound of the running water being shut off with it. “You never know, sometimes you get a day off.”

“Sometimes...” Jumin slowed down as he felt his phone vibrate at his side on the bed - another email. He sighed at the thought of doing any more work before going to bed, “Those times are few and far between though, aren’t they?” He knew he shouldn’t have opened the email but suddenly he was reading a list of very detailed concerns passed through one person to another. Another sigh. He’s was going to have to deal with this now or it was going to plague his workload more than he could possibly bear.

“What’s with all the sighing?”

“I have to go and tie some things up in the office quickly.”

“No,” MC was quick to protest, her brows furrowing as she poked her head around the doorframe of the en-suite.

Jumin’s eyes were still deep in his phone. “I know I agreed to come to bed with you, my love, but I really must—” his jaw fell slightly lax at the sight of his wife, now stood in the space of the room almost glaring through him. He huffed as he sat back on their bed, his free hand massaging the bridge of his nose as he found it impossible to shift his sight. It had been a long time since she’d played this game: stealing his clothes and teasing him wordlessly. In fact, it had been some time since they’d had any real alone time. “I was going to wear that one tomorrow”

MC fiddled with one of the sleeve cuffs before rolling her eyes, not joining in with his halfhearted joke. “So, are you staying?” she questioned, beginning to climb up on the bed one knee at a time, “Or do I have the bed to myself? Again.”

Her words were nothing but harsh on his ears, brash and unforgiving, yet she continued her crawl towards him. Jumin sighed into the air between them: “Don’t make me feel guilty.”

“I’m not making you do anything, Jumin.” She was practically in his lap now, her fingers tracing his jawline through her alluring gaze. “You can run away to that little office down the hallway,” MC had leant in even closer, making it impossible for him to breathe without inhaling her own warm air, “or you could come to bed with your wife for once, hm?”`

Temptress - that was the only word Jumin could muster in the moment to describe his wife. She’d snuck her way into trapping him with so little effort, her thighs either side of his own, encasing him effectively. Their lips locked in silence, moving against each other feverishly as she chased what had been so lacking. “You’re right,” Jumin broke their kiss with care, “I can do as I wish.” His fingers began to thread upward through her hair, all the while her eyes remained focused almost solely on his lips. “And I believe I know what should be done.”

MC hummed in delight, her eye-line following the path her fingers paved now, “Uh huh, and what would that be?” She couldn’t say she’d mentally checked out of the conversation but surely she’d gotten him now - she was a woman with a successful plan and she would most definitely reap the rewards. In her trance, her nails teased around the checked waistband of his trusted pyjamas all but ready to pounce when her husband would step in.

Without a word, Jumin took a grip around both her wrists, resulting in a very unpleasant and warning glare up through his other half’s brows once more. “Something needs to be done about this work before tomorrow—” he admitted with ease, taking a stronger grip as he prepared for her backlash. “But,” his face grew closer as his voice grew quieter: “I do think, at this moment, taking care of my wife is paramount. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Ah..” MC let out a breath at once, her body relaxing from its brink of outrage.

With a smirk, he kissed her parted lips. “‘Ah’ indeed, my love. You put some thought into this; it’d be cruel to ignore that fact.” Letting go of her wrists, his hands creeped around either side of her cheeks and up into her hair; graciously guiding her further up the bed to sit upright in his lap. All the while, their mouths didn’t dare to part, sly teeth pinching at her bottom lip. With her thighs either side of his hips, Jumin’s grasp definitely wasn’t slow to find it’s way downward and have him palming at her flesh which his shirt did the favour of leaving exposed. He was working blind as he fought to keep up with the goddess latched to his lips and his hand worked up the space, god was she even wearing anything under his cotton press?

MC whined fruitfully into his mouth, prompting another smirk. He could feel the firm pressure of the pads of her fingers edging their way up the nape of his neck and into his freshly trimmed hair, though this feeling was second to her hips grinding so desperately down on him. With a particularly lewd moan, he pulled away, almost laughing at how quickly she’d come apart following her prior annoyance. “We’re lacking in patience tonight, my love.” Jumin’s lips trailed to her jaw, then her neck where he’d nip for an illicit a gasp. “I don’t feel we’ll be here long. Will we, beautiful?”

MC couldn’t possibly contain her groans as Jumin’s lips wreaked havoc on her neck: lips, teeth and tongue bruising her skin with care. Her fingers weaved through strands of his dark hair, drawing him closer. “Good,” she breathed: “then you can make time for both your wife and work.” With a particularly hard bite, she moaned a gasp.

Jumin then pulled away, a low chuckle leaving his stomach as his gaze met her’s once again. “I walked straight into that, didn’t I?”

“Definitely.” MC nodded impatiently, her hands and eyes locked onto the buttons of her husband’s shirt encasing her chest. Though, she didn’t make it past the first before Jumin’s hands were wrapped around her wrists again.

“Leave it on.”

“But–”

“I don’t care,” he cut off her whining with that stern tone he was so comfortable with, “you put in the effort to steal it so don’t you dare discard it. And, my darling, you look so very delectable in my clothes.”

A curse passed MC’s lips at his words, her eyes a flutter as she was powerless to prevent him from laying her flat on the bed. One of his hands laid under her waist, the other guiding her thigh to one side to make space for himself, and his lips devouring the moans from beneath him. “You know,” Jumin began another mumble as his lips roamed once more to the crook of her neck, “I’d much rather… you chose a shirt I was less fond of.” He wasn’t expecting a coherent response, nor would he get one. Relentless fingers continued to message at the supple flesh of MC’s inner thighs, silently roaming their way closer and closer to what she craved. “It will be… incredibly difficult to wear the shirt again… I will only be able to think about my wife like this.” And an answer to his question - she had so tastefully opted for nothing under the shirt. Jumin rose to watch her shudder as his fingers ghosted over her, her hands flinching slightly to grasp at the bedding with a single trace of her clit. “Do you understand, my love?”

MC finally met his eyes again, half-lidded as her chest rose and fell with great desperation. What was he saying? Of course, she had become his distraction yet again. “Mm…” she raised a hand to brush away the stray hairs beginning to stick to her husband’s forehead. “You’re saying I’m—” With a guttural moan she had cut herself off, the unannounced insertion of Jumin’s fingers sending her eyes rolling into her skull.

“A harlot.” He took it upon himself to finish the sentence for his beloved. In a need to be closer, he moved to whisper directly to her ear - his lips grazing the hot skin while his fingers rocked away out of sight. “I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself when it comes to your beautiful temptations.” He could only hear a symphony of moans and gasps. “You know I’d give in to you every single time, my love.”

She whined frivolously, one hand clawing at his toned back and the other scrunching their sheets into thousands of creases. If her own grinding down to meet him wasn’t enough to lose all thought of her surroundings, the addition of his thumb rubbing rhythmic circles most definitely was. She needed to be fucked by him, she thought, but there was absolutely no hope she’d be able to hold out that long. “Jumin… please!” and so the mindless begging began.

“What is it, darling?” He questioned, lifting himself to see that wonderful twisted expression he was so effortlessly causing.

“Please!” MC cried, her neck now strained like her fingers crushing it’s trapped cotton.

“Shall I guess?” Jumin teased, maliciously increasing the pressure of his touch. In an instant, her back had arched and he continued his ruse: “You’re desperately close… You’d like my help to finish, correct?”

“Yes!” Their eyes met for barely a second before MC was writhing again. Her muscles tensed with a great, slurry of whines and she was helpless to keep her legs still. Jumin thanked his arm had not grown fatigued as he felt her end nearing and heard the sweet sound of incoherent begging, pleasure and love. “I’m- I’m… Jumin-”

“Just go ahead, sweetheart.” A small chaste kiss was all that could be managed before her back arched once more and moans streamed endlessly from her barely conscious mind.

She lay, panting for a minute, before Jumin concluded she was back with him. He removed his fingers and gently as humanly possible and watching the remanent shivers wash over his wife. “You ok?” He spoke softly, his clean hand brushing over her flushed cheek.

Silently, she smiled, her once clawed hands smoothing over his toned chest before she could lean up to return his kiss. “Perfect, my love. Perfect.” She jittered in her spot on the bed, though her expression dare not to falter and worry her husband. “I’ll wait for you.”

Jumin sighed, his brows furrowing at her suggestion. “You know I don’t like leaving you after: it’s improper.”

“I know.” MC moved for her thumb to barely graze his own cheek, the feeling a frail as how she looked before him. “But I’m giving you permission… So thirty minutes to go finish your work and then we may go to bed together.”

Had she not had the most reassuring smile Jumin wouldn’t dare listen to her suggestion. Still his concern was audible: “Do you need any help? Anything?”

“No,” she hushed him effortlessly: “Go ahead and I’ll be waiting.”

Jumin stroked her cheek once more, prompting a different type of flush from the one previously faded. “You’ll be asleep in five,” he laughed sincerely.

“I will not!”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Jumin.”

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