#saemin

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Mystic Messenger (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Saeran Choi/Jumin Han, Jumin Han/Saeran Choi Characters: Jumin Han, Saeran Choi, Rika (Mystic Messenger) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Angst, Eventual Smut Summary:

WHEN YOU MAKE A JOKE CRACK SHIP AND YOU NOW SHIP IT

@lanceboi All our fault XD

This is a special request fic for @seulpeun–sonyeo

This is inside one of Jumin’s private dressing rooms. Saeyoung likes to go shopping for dresses rather than just ordering them the way Jumin prefers so Jumin bought a private room for Saeyoung.

“What about this one?” Jumin watches the skirt half of the dress lift off Saeyoung’s skin as he spun. Each rotation lifted it higher occasionally revealing the panties Jumin had chosen for him. 

“It doesn’t suit your shape, but otherwise it’s fine,” Jumin frowned sliding his vision up the dress. He locked on the chest area fully aware that space cannot be filled. He didn’t mind; it was the way it fit that bothered him. 

“Hmm,” Saeyoung sashayed up to Jumin shaking his hips and lifting the skirt with each step. Jumin adjusted himself in his seat straightening his back and eyeing the man before him. 

“What are you doing,” Jumin almost laughed watching his goofy boyfriend dance in the dress. Humming some song that attempted to be sexually appealing, Sae made dramatic dips and twirls. 

“Dontcha wish your boyfriend was hot like me,” Saeyoung sang, slowly shedding his shoulders of the strap dipping himself to the ground. He quickly snapped back up returning the strap to its place and gave the dress another strong spin exposing the underwear once more; this time intentionally. 

“He was,” Jumin was amused, but the song went straight over his head. Nevertheless, he enjoyed the performance. He admired the way Sae put so much energy into pretending the changing room door was a pole to hang off of and dance against or that the mannequins were partners in his sinful crime.

“What was that, Mr. Han? He is?” Sae raced to Jumin hopping onto his lap. “Exactly who might that be?” Saeyoung straddled Jumin feigning shock and awe. He grabbed Jumin’s tie tugging it playfully wrapping it around his knuckles.

“As I said, he’s just as hot as you are, but my husband is hotter.” Jumin wrapped his arms around Saeyoung who proceeded to bounce playfully.

“Is that so,” Saeyoung dismounted Jumin proceeding to try on more clothes, “good thing I like a little competition.” He dashed into the changing room picking up a piece of black lingerie he knew Mr. Han would find appealing. Sliding out of the dress, Saeyoung eagerly slips the lingerie on. He poses in the mirror, pleased with the way he looks and strides out to Jumin.

Jumin nearly chokes on his wine as Saeyoung slinks out of the dressing room. The lingerie was basically see-through and it ended right below Saeyoung’s hip. He struggled to cover his erection crossing his legs and watching Saeyoung over the edge of his glass. Jumin wanted to trace his lust along Saeyoung’s smooth legs with his teeth and nails, marking him as his own. To hear Saeyoung’s strangled breath as Jumin towered over him fucking him over the edge.

‘Oh ho ho, I’ve got your attention now,’ Saeyoung slid his hands up his body accentuating his curves and exposing otherwise covered skin. “Oh, Jumin, what do you think of this,” Saeyoung got down on all fours crawling towards Jumin. Saeyoung couldn’t wait to have Jumin take him again. His mind danced in and out of possibilities making his heart race. He leaned back in his chair as Saeyoung made a show of posing on the floor and sucking his forefinger. He then slid the finger in his ass moving in and out slowly.

“Excuse me,” Just as Jumin was growing increasingly intrigued by his husband’s performance, his phone rang. The caller ID revealed Assistant Kang and several missed text messages. “ I have to take this,” Jumin nodded in Saeyoung’s direction then turned to answer the phone. “Yes, Assistant Kang?”

Jumin answered the phone cool and composed occasionally glancing at the lingerie that refused to cover any part of Saeyoung. Meanwhile, his husband wanted to play and was in no way deterred by the sudden business call. He removed his finger balling up the lace in his fist. He pouted determined to have Jumin.

“Yoo hoo, Mr. Businessman,” Saeyoung bent over in front of Jumin presenting his ass and panties. “Mr. Businessman, I need to be reprimanded for my poor work ethic. Spank me~.” Saeyoung spanked himself twice letting out a few fake moans. He pulled his underwear down a little tapping his cheeks to encourage Jumin to do the same. Jumin watched in the corner of his eye but did not end the call. Undeterred, Saeyoung persisted in attaining Jumin’s attention by running up to a mannequin and proclaiming his love for it.

“Oh, Mr. Mannequin, at least you care about me,” with a hmph, Saeyoung wrapped one leg around the plastic man feigning a passion he wanted to give to Jumin. “Take me, Mr. Mannequin!!” He gave the mannequin a hard exaggerated kiss running his hands all around its frame.

“Assitant Kang, please find a solution without me. I will…yes…,” Jumin eyed Saeyoung for making such a ruckus while he was on the phone, “I will attend to that later. Very well. Goodbye, Assistant Kang.” Jumin hung up the phone turning it off and placing it next to the glass of wine on the small table and turned to Saeyoung. He rose from the chair and walked calmly to Saeyoung, a fierce spark in his eye. 

“Huh? Jumin, what are you-,” Saeyoung’s body collided with the wall beside the dressing room door. His face was smooshed against the cold wood while Jumin busied himself with the panties that clung to Saeyoung’s ass. He tugged the fabric out and snapped it on Saeyoung’s skin enjoying the soft gasp that dripped from his lips. 

“Above your head,” Jumin growled in Saeyoung’s ear biting the lobe, “that’s not a request, Mr. Han.” Saeyoung lifted his arms above his head which were immediately seized in Jumin’s grip. The other hand slithered its way beneath the lingerie cupping Saeyoung’s cock. 

“Hey, you shouldn’t play with things you don’t know how to handle,” Saeyoung chuckled nervously as Jumin’s warm breath blanketed his neck. His hand traveled up and down Saeyoung’s abdomen dragging his nails over his skin. Jumin loved that shuddering breath and that tiny whimper that begged for him. Jumin bit down along Saeyoung’s neck to his shoulder dragging out those breathy yelps he adored so much. 

“Fine,” Jumin released Saeyoung turning him around and pushing him to his knees, “you show me.” His voice was husky and low. Saeyoung gazed up at Jumin’s feral eyes and smug grin. His expression was wild which only made this that much hotter. 

He wrapped his hands around Jumin’s member twisting his hands around it. His eyes never left his husband’s with each tantalizing lick as he lapped up the precum. Saeyoung ran the tip along his lips before taking the head in. He sucked hungrily, pressing the tip of his tongue against the head. 

Jumin grit his teeth watching Saeyoung take his sweet time to suck him off. His body burned and he needed Saeyoung to hurry up, but he refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he had done; flashing those panties that squeezed his ass to a perfect plumpness in his face and wearing the translucent lingerie

Saeyoung watched his husband suffer long enough eventually taking the entirety of his cock into his mouth. His hands gripped Jumin’s hips as he bobbed his head up and down Jumin’s length. With each bob, Saeyoung took more and more of him until eventually, Jumin’s tip reached the back of Saeyoung’s throat. He moaned around the cock sucking his cheeks in to squeeze against Jumin.

Jumin clutched Saeyoung’s cherry red hair from the scalp to guide him along his length. It felt so great to be inside Saeyoung this way; hot and tight, Saeyoung was trying to suck the cum out of him. He grunted knowing he was too close for comfort to continue this. Saeyoung’s tongue slid along the underside of his cock coaxing out his semen. Jumin prepared to fill Saeyoung’s mouth up holding his cock inside Saeyoung’s mouth. Sae fought Jumin trying to pull his head away but it was too late. Jumin bucked, spurting his warm seed into Saeyoung’s throat.

“Good boy,” Jumin slowly removed himself watching the semen pool out of Saeyoung’s mouth. He looked down watching Saeyoung gag and cough as cum and drool spilled down his chin. Saeyoung wiped his face with his hands swallowing some of what was already too far down his throat.

“Hey,” Saeyoung called for Jumin as he tried to walk away, “what about me?” He gestured to his erection poking out of his underwear.  Jumin chuckled sitting back down in the chair and lifting his glass of wine. 

Happy 2nd Wedding Anniversary SaeMin