Welcome Home, Master (Jumin x MC, NSFW)
Sorry for the double tag - Tumblr decided to cut off everything in my post so Iâm reposting it as its own thing, not as an answer! Hopefully it works this timeâŠ
Hey there~ Of course you can. Sorry it took so long! I too have caught a case of the Jumin fever. I donât have a lot of experience in this area, but I tried my best. I hope you enjoy! â©
Itâs Juminâs birthday! Youâve been pretending to forget about the occasion all week. Truth is, youâve long been planning this secret surprise for your dear husband. Tonight⊠All that hard work pays off.
Features very NSFW, rough play. Proceed at your own discretion.
Welcome Home, Master
Iâll be home late. Iâm sorry, my princess. Itâs been⊠hectic here. I will be back as soon as I can. The text had come through two hours ago, the words displayed in a deep purple, cursive font that Jumin had custom made, modelled after his own handwriting. While you would have been disappointed on a normal day⊠Tonight was anything but normal.
Iâll be waiting for you~ You knew your reply would linger in his mind throughout any meetings or late-night paperwork he had to work through; you rather liked the idea of distracting him just a tad. And if his mind wandered to particularly inappropriate places⊠Well, you didnât mind that either.
All preparations completed to perfection, you sank into the couch, a silken robe the only barrier between your bare skin and the plush seat. Elizabeth the 3rd sought you out instantly, leaping onto your lap to playfully paw at the bow of your sash. Affectionately, you scratched behind her ears as she mewed delight. Before you could move into tender belly rubs, your phone buzzed.
Iâve just dropped off Mr. Han. Driver Kim was a loyal man indeed. He was more than happy to do you this favor.
âSorry, Elizabeth, youâll have to get off. Your daddy is coming home. Itâs his birthday tonight, see. And Iâve been planning this surprise for so long,â you whispered in a voice reserved for cats only. You gently pushed Elizabeth off your thighs, nodding apologetically when she shot you one disapproving look before swishing off to her luxury cat bed.
By now, Jumin had probably finished checking the mailbox for parcels. He would be stalking towards the elevator, the fabric of his tight pants crinkling around his supple ass as he paced, impatiently waiting for the steel box. You whisked his meal from the heater youâd kept it in and poured a deep red wine smoothly into a clear, long-stemmed glass.
Now he would be checking his watch half a dozen times in-between staring at the scarlet numbers tick up at an achingly slow pace. Off went your robe, draped over a chair. You caught your reflection in the mirror and ran a few fingers through your wavy hair, giving it that last-minute check. Not thirty seconds later, the locks began to disengage.
âPrincess. Iâm back!â Jumin didnât hide his anticipation well, his rumbling voice full of it as he searched for you in the foyer. You usually came running to greet him with a âwelcome homeâ, but this time, you deliberately remained in the dining room. âPrincess?â
You took a breath, steadying yourself to play this role until he discovered you. âOh Jumin!â you called, âyouâre back already?â You fought instinct and excitement to keep your tone casual. âIâve just been cleaning all day.â
âYesâŠâ Now there was confusion. He removed his leather loafers, slipping into his half of the matching couple slippers youâd purchased. âDo⊠you know what day it is?â
âHuh?â Of course, you did. How could you forget? But youâd been playing dumb all week, wanting the surprise to be all the greater. âOh, right! Itâs half-price day at the supermarket! I totally forgotâŠâ
â⊠I see.â He stripped off his suit jacket, draping it slowly over the side of the sofa to hang later.
Sorry, my love! You thought with a pang as the heavy disappointment seeped into his voice. Time for the final step. âCome eat dinner!â
âRight.â There was the shuffling of plastic bottoms on hardwood, drawing nearer and nearer with that powerful stride and⊠a gasp.
Youâd never seen the mighty Jumin so flabbergasted before in your life. His jaw would have joined with the ground if it could. Not a sound could he properly utter as his brain turned to ice. But that was to be expected, for you were standing in the midst of the dining room, wearing nothing but cat ears and a midnight black collar; the matching leash attached to the choker was in your hand, held outstretched to him as you waned a coy smile across your lips. âWelcome home, master.â
âY-YouâŠâ Jumin blinked, once, twice.
âHappy birthday, Jumin. Tonight⊠Iâm your present. And your pet.â The hand that had been holding the leash uncurled, offering the end to the man.
He took a single step forward, just close enough to run his slender fingers over the dark leather. He swallowed, his prominent Adamâs apple bobbing from the effort. His steel eyes revealed nothing as they slid up to meet your vibrant green. Then in one fluid motion, he stole the grip from you, the cool hide feeling so right in his hands. He snarled as he tugged, using just enough of his strength to have you off balance, toppling towards him. He didnât catch you in his usual embrace. Instead, a hand on your chin tilted you up as he crushed his lips to yours, tasting your sweetness with a palpable hunger. His kisses usually whispered I love you, but now they were ravenous, screaming youâre mine.
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