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It’s Jumin’s birthday this month, so a public holiday for me, haha.
This is one of the October entries of my 2019 Year of Smut and it’s something I’ve wanted to write for a while but never had the courage. Well…I say this in February of 2019, so things might have changed since then. Anyway, this is a fic about Jumin getting pegged.
Mystic Messenger | Jumin x MC | Explicit
On the surface, theirs is an ordinary relationship. Boring, even. MC smiles and waves to the cameras, and dresses like a woman twice her age. Within months of her marriage she was a spokesperson on climate change and abandoned children, while the poster child for many other charities. Her public persona is unblemished- a paragon of her kind. Her marriage is a point of reference for wholesome, old fashioned values, regardless of her feelings on the matter.
She often wonders how the world might respond if they truly came to know her.
More than once she has smiled for the cameras and held onto her husband’s hand, layers of makeup and expensive clothing shielding the love bites that covered her body. Sometimes she chats to television hosts all while thinking about the toys in her bedroom drawer.
They’re not hard to find and that’s part of the fun. She rather enjoys the idea of a rogue member of the press examining every corner of their penthouse, opening drawer after drawer in search of scandalous information only to discover row upon row of high quality and colour coordinated instruments of pleasure.
She enjoys the thrill of that particular train of thought just as much as she enjoys having sex with the door open or right in front of the penthouse windows. Something about being married to Jumin Han leaves her an exhibitionist and desperate for more.
Of course it doesn’t help that her husband is only too eager to indulge her every fantasy. He watches as she runs her tongue over the handcuffs she means to bind him with; picks out lacy underwear for her to wear when they’re alone. It’s a never ending game of tit for tat- MC tormenting Jumin with cock rings only to shudder at his vibrator of choice.
They own wartenberg wheels, restraints, fuck machines and more, as well as thirty seven different kinds of lubricant and countless varieties of condoms.
For all of their enthusiastic adventures into the unknown, however, there are still moments where even they draw pause; positions and toys so depraved or complicated that MC blushes just thinking of them
Only after three years of marriage did she bring up butt plugs, much less pegging.
Even now the harness feels odd. She’s not used to the extra weight and certainly wasn’t prepared for the lack of sensation. Logistically speaking, she knows that she shouldn’t be surprised to feel nothing in the tip. It’s not a real penis, nor a real erection, yet at the back of her mind she still expects to feel something as she runs her fingers over the silicone.
She glances across at Jumin as she smears lube over her fingers. He’s bent over the bed most ungracefully, serenely resting his face on his arms even with his ass in the air. She’s seen him naked more times than she can count and knows every inch of his body, yet she feels she’s never seen him quite so vulnerable as he is now.
It doesn’t matter anymore that they’ve spent months preparing for this. She’s worried she might hurt him; that the dildo at her waist will cause him an injury.
The lube makes it easy for her to slip a finger into his body and his sighs of pleasure are something of a reassurance.
“How’s that feel?”
Her voice betrays her nervousness and he chuckles softly.
“Keep going.”
She’s used to being the one on the receiving end and tries to emulate the touches she enjoys the best-soft and gentle with the promise of more. She listens out for his moans and keeps an eye out for any hints of tension in his body, slipping more fingers into him when he sinks back into her touches.
She could listen to his moans forever, sometimes even slowing right back down to hear his whines of protest. She’s taken control many, many times before but there’s something almost too satisfying about seeing him frantically reach for his cock and push back onto her fingers. Perhaps it’s because this is Jumin of all people- a man who practically oozes authority. Perhaps it’s because only she gets to see him like this.
“MC,” he murmurs. “Please.”
She can feel both the shyness and desperation in his words;at the end of it all, he is still Jumin Han and not usually the one begging to be fucked.
She pulls out her fingers and layers the dildo with lube with her free hand, considering how very big it is compared to where it will be going. Even she is daunted and she has taken much bigger.
She touches the tip to his entrance, testing the waters with one careful push.
“How is that?” She murmurs, watching as he turns back to her with a look she knows only too well. The look of one who has waited for too long…who wants more than their partner could ever give or their body can stand. It’s an unspoken demand -please fuck me- and she knows better than to hesitate. When Jumin is back in control he will return the favour.
She pushes harder and strokes her hand across his back, listening to his low moans and the wet sound as he pumps his cock. She picks up the pace as he would, wishing she could see herself as well as she can see him. This is brand new territory and she wonders if it suits her. There’s something quite satisfying about being almost completely in charge.
Jumin grows tense; she can feel it in his back. She stops, watching for any sign of pain, only for him to moan far loudly than before and bury his face in the pillows, coming all over his hand and the bed sheets with such force that it takes them both by surprise.
She strokes her hand across his waist and back with whispers of praise.
“Would you like me to take it out?”
He turns to her, cheeks flushed, clearly debating it. In the end he nods, sighing at the change in sensations as she pulls out. She knows that sound; has made it herself well over a thousand times and cannot help but feel smug now that the roles are reversed.
She climbs out of the harness and sets it aside, taking the chance to lay down beside him. He turns over onto his side to look at her and she steals a kiss from his lips.
“I love you,” she whispers, resting her forehead against his. He runs a hand up her thighs and across her waist, slipping a finger under her chin to guide her lips to his.
“And I…” He moans into the kiss. “Adore you.”
Before she knows it, she’s on her back, legs wound around his waist. It’ll be a while before he’s hard again, but she’s more than happy to wait, especially if it means being on the receiving end of his kisses.
For now, at least, she is content for nobody else to see.