Iris

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/30663881.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: Mystic Messenger (Video Game)
Relationship: Han Jumin/Main Character, Han Jumin/Reader, Han Jumin & Main
Character, Han Jumin & Reader
Character: Han Jumin, Kang Jaehee (Mystic Messenger), Kim Yoosung, 707 | Choi
Luciel, Zen | Ryu Hyun, V | Kim Jihyun, MC
Additional Tags: Smut, Face-Fucking, Masochism, Sadism, Light BDSM, Handcuffs,
Porn With Plot, Shameless Smut, Blow Jobs, Overstimulation, oh god
i’m so scared to post this, i hope it’s okay, Implied/Referenced
Cheating, Forced Marriage, Revenge Sex, Friends With Benefits
Stats: Published: 2021-04-13 Words: 3698

Iris
by hoiski

Summary

Marriage, jealousy, and a reunion. What could go wrong?

Jumin gets married at the dismay of MC, and when they meet again... well... it gets a bit
steamy.

Notes

HI! this is my first publish on this account. i’m a bit rusty but i hope you enjoy it. This may
be self-fulfilling...

ALSO! i am interested in beginning a full series with a similar story line! let me know if
you’d be interested as well. or any other ideas you’d like to see!

DISCLAIMER: i do not own anything related to Mystic Messenger including the

characters. (Although I wish I did)

this has not been proofread by a human, only by grammarly LMAO

That... was it. It was over. You'd lost. You'd been beaten. You'd never be in his arms again. It was
final.
"The groom may now kiss the bride."

Those words echoed over and over in your head. Jumin had been decent enough to invite you to his
wedding, and you were gracious enough to go. Still, hurt spread through your body and infected
your heart.

It should have been you. He should have kissed you. He should have lifted the veil from your head.
He should have watched you come down the aisle. It should have been you. Watching him kiss
another woman killed you, it made you feel insignificant. You'd spent so much time with Jumin,
you'd traveled with him, he protected you from everything. Yet, he could have never prepared you
for this.

"Lovely wedding, Jumin..." you whispered, trying to hide to pain in your voice. Your eyes were
welling with tears but you fought them, along with your shaky breath. You didn't dare look up at
him, or else you wouldn't be able to fight your tears any longer. Jumin sighed a knowing sigh, he
may not show his feelings much but he could sense yours.

"Thank you. I'm glad you made it, MC." How formal, how regal, how elegant! The sheer formality
in his voice cemented the reality that you were no longer his.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," you replied, voice quivering, "I... I'll be right back, Jumin." You
looked up at him with a weak smile. He returned a glum look, unsure how to react. Did he still
love you? You humored yourself for a second before rushing to the bathroom.

Once you arrived you broke down, ugly sobs echoed in the otherwise empty bathroom. Snot ran
down your face and tears flowed like a dam that had just broken. You wanted to scream. You
wanted to escape the crushing reality. You wanted to feel his warmth again. You couldn't stop
sobbing, choking on your own phlegm every so often. You cried so hard you threw up. Pathetic.
That's what you were right now. Outright pathetic.

Three distinct knocks came from the door outside. Three and you'll know it's me.

"Occupied," you choked out.

"MC, let me in..." Jumin cooed, a familiar softness in his voice. You weakly unlocked the door,
allowing Jumin to come in. He looked so handsome; his suit was tailored to fit him perfectly; his
tie was perfectly in place; his hair had no fly-aways or splits. He truly was perfect.

"Hey," you chuckled, wiping tears from your eyes. Jumin crouched down to your level as you sat
on the toilet lid. Compared to him, you were a mess.

"MC..." was all Jumin managed to say, he didn't know how to respond. He'd never seen you in
such pain despite knowing you so long. "I... I'm sorry." Bullshit.

"It's whatever, I just need to pr– mmph!" You couldn't even finish your sentence before you felt the
gentle embrace of Jumin's lips on yours. You wanted to pull him in, kiss him with everything you
had, but he had a wife now. So, against everything you wanted you pushed him away.

"Jumin... you're married!"

"Not by choice. My father made me marry her."

"Still... it's wrong..."

"Being with you can never be wrong, darling," Jumin cooed. You shook your head. You weren't a
homewrecker, especially not on his wedding night. Disappointment filled Jumin's eyes as if you'd
turned in a contract an hour too late.

"MC... I want you."

"Then you should have married me, not her!" you screamed, agony drowning out common sense.

"MC, plea–"

"You had every opportunity to propose to me. To marry me. To make me Mrs. Han. And you
didn't. You just didn't Jumin, and there's no changing it." Rage made your blood boil, pain turned
into anger.

"But–"
"Jumin, no, Mr. Han, you're a stuck-up coward who thinks he knows everything. You don't! You
couldn't even decipher my feelings! You marked me with your kisses, you shared intimate
moments with me, you kissed me, you held me, you... you...!" You fumbled, enraged at his utter
lack of understanding. "You... left me."

That broke Jumin. Hearing you say that with so much hurt in your voice, his heart broke into a
million pieces. He'd never known this feeling. Was this how you felt? Did you feel shattered? Was
he too cold to realize how you'd broken when he announced his engagement? Had you feigned
happiness his entire time? Had he? You still chatted on the messenger as though nothing was
wrong, but... had you felt like this the whole time?

"Please... just... leave me alone. Please don't torture me anymore..." you whimpered, your entire
body trembling. Jumin opened his mouth to say something but he decided against it. Instead, he
just took his leave. Before shutting the door, he glanced back at you. He'd never seen someone in
so much despair, not even his closest friends.

After that, you disappeared. You rarely showed up in the chatrooms, and when Jumin logged on
you left immediately. Everyone was worried but were too afraid to say anything. You'd holed
yourself up in Zen's apartment and occasionally (frequently) voiced your mutual disdain for Jumin
Han. Prior to living with Zen, you'd "rented" a place from Jumin. He paid for all of the expenses,
of course, and it was nice. Now, you wanted nothing to do with him.

"The RFA is having a small gathering to celebrate the success of our last party, are you coming
along, MC?" Zen was wary to ask, but it'd be rude if he didn't invite you. You took a moment, a
deep sigh escaping your lips.

"It'd be rude if I didn't."

"You don't have to, MC," Zen comforted you, gently placing a hand on your back.

"I need to suck it up eventually. I can't keep the 'woe is me' mindset forever," you snapped,
unintentionally. Zen understood despite being taken aback. Now you just had to prepare, mentally
and physically. You had an ample amount of funds to spend on getting dressed up, as V offered to
supply them.

Secretly, V felt somewhat bad for you. Hell, he was mad at Jumin for letting you go. V had never
met a woman so perfect for Jumin, yet, Jumin had just... well... left you. V knew the pain of losing
someone you love even though the circumstances of his loss were quite different.

"Are you going to get revenge?" Zen quizzed, already knowing the answer. He knew you'd get
dressed just how Jumin liked, and he knew you'd be a tease.

"About that... could you help me?" You gave Zen a sweet smile, one that he could never refuse.

"How?"

"Be my boyfriend for the night." Zen's eyes widened in shock. Out of all the things you could have
asked, he wasn't expecting that. He thought maybe you'd ask him to do your makeup or rent a
fancy car or something... but... be your boyfriend?

"Then I might not want to stop, MC," he hummed playfully. Zen was always like this, teasing that
he might have to make you his now. You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but something told
you he wasn't. You couldn't help but feel bad for somewhat leading him on, but you couldn't see
yourself loving anyone but Jumin.

"Oh shush, I'll treat you later," you replied, the same playful tone reflecting in your voice. You and
Zen had taken on a somewhat "Friends with Benefits" lifestyle. It wasn't bad, Zen was skilled, but
nothing could replace the love Jumin radiated when he made love to you.

"Alright then, deal!" That was that! Was this a good idea? Probably not! You didn't care. You
wanted Jumin to know you were there, you wanted his eyes to be locked on you, you wanted him
to know he'd fucked up.

For the party, you decided on a sleek mauve-colored silk dress that pooled along your bust. There
was a long slit on the left side that nearly exposed your expensive undergarments. Jumin loved to
see you in black lace, so that's exactly what you wore. As for shoes, you chose the open-toed heels
Jumin had bought you after a business trip. They were gorgeous, a thin line of crystals decorated
the band near your toes.

"Geez... even I can't compete with that," Zen smiled, looking you up and down. He fought back the
lust in his heart and took your hand. He was wearing a neat white suit with a diagonally striped
pocket square, the kind Jumin hated.
"Thank you, Zen. I'm sorry to put you through this..." you whispered. He shook his head as if
saying it was no big deal. You both made your way out of the apartment to the Mercedes waiting
outside; Jumin had ordered drivers for everyone. Zen let you scoot in first before he did. You
looked beautiful, but he didn't dare say anything.

It was a quiet ride. A million thoughts circled in your head. Would she be there? No, this was only
for RFA members, right? Jaehee never brought her girlfriend along to RFA events, so it must be
some sacred rule that partners aren't allowed (unless they were a member, too.)

After exiting the car you and Zen were led to a beautiful building, ornate and intricate carvings
surrounded the gigantic oak doors. You expected nothing less. You took a deep breath before
heading in. Noticing your nervousness, Zen squeezed your hand to let you know he was there. You
put on your best smile and walked in, hand in hand with Zen.

"Ooo... what have we got here?" Seven teased. You stuck your tongue out at him and continued
into the building, eventually making it to an equally grand dining hall. You scanned the room until
your eyes landed on Jumin. A sigh of relief escaped your mouth, Mrs. Han wasn't with him.
Everyone had already been engaging in conversation, so the two of you startled everyone else.

"MC! It's so good to see you!" Yoosung shouted, running to you. Just before Yoosung was about to
embrace you Zen pulled you close to him. Yoosung frowned, but the other members just stared,
intrigued.

"Ahem, before we start the party... I'd like to announce something," Zen started, unusually stoic,
"MC and I are... romantically involved." His small hesitation had purpose, we wanted everyone to
know he was somewhat serious (or at least wanted them to know the two of you had been
"involved" in more ways than one.)

"Congratulations," Jumin spoke up, unable to meet your eyes. Warmth crept up your face, you were
unable to tell if it was out of anger or passion. You broke from Zen's grasp and assured him you'd
be back after greeting everyone. He nodded hesitantly, unsure of what you were about to pull.

Slowly, you greeting everyone, engaging in small conversation and catch-up. You saved Jumin for
last. The entire time, you could feel his piercing gaze on you. It excited you, knowing he couldn't
resist you. Nevertheless, just greeting everyone was exhausting.

"Hello, Mr. Han," you greeted him sternly, no hint of friendliness in your voice. God, he was
handsome. His suit was perfectly tailored, just as it had been at the wedding– no, don't think about
that now.
"It's nice to see you, MC..." Jumin's voice trailed off. It was deep, luxurious, expensive. Even his
simple mention of your name made your knees weak. "How long have you and Hyun been
together?"

"Oh, not long. Just a few months. Why?"

"You're a horrible liar," Jumin retorted, gazing at you. "You look gorgeous, by the way." Fuck.
You didn't think he'd find out that fast, if at all. Ugh, you had no Plan B. Now you just had to stand
the awkwardness.

"Thank you," you sighed, picking up a glass of champagne. "I'll be going now, it was nice seeing
you." You saw Zen was busy talking to everyone and decided to explore the hall. It was huge, like,
unbelievably huge. You were fearful you'd get lost.

Eventually, you made it to a somewhat secluded lounge. Exhausted from trudging around and
pretending you sat on the lush couch. It'd been a while since you experienced such luxury. You just
took in the silence, it was nice. Nothing felt better than just relaxing.

Click. You jumped and looked over to see Jumin, standing right in front of the door. His presence
was overwhelming, but you attempted to remain composed.

"Yes?" Jumin didn't say anything, he just took a seat next to you. He was uncomfortably close, but
you were too nervous to move. He leaned in, lips grazing your ear. You shivered as his hot breath
teased your senses.

"Are you avoiding me?" Jumin asked, a hint of lust dripping in his voice. God, just take me right
here. You shook lustful thoughts from your head; now was not the time. Jumin bit your ear before
pulling away. You gasped. Jumin smirked, proud of the effect he still had on you.

"If I am?" you retorted, trying to hide your wanting.

"You're not doing a good job..." Jumin whispered, resting a hand on your conveniently exposed
thigh. A chill shot up your spine, this was too familiar, too daring. "Wearing such a revealing
dress... let alone in my favorite color. Aren't those the heels I bought for you?" Jumin knew what
he was doing. "You're begging for my attention, no?"
You couldn't reply, anything you said would be unconvincing.

"And making Zen play house with you..." his hand slid higher on your thigh, giving a playful
squeeze. "Do you miss me that much?" You swallowed, hard. It was too hot in here. He was too
hot. This was wrong, but you wanted him so bad.

"Jumin, you're wrong... you have a wife." Jumin stared at you and just laughed, not in an MC-
you're-so-funny-way, but in a sinister way.

"Does Zen fuck you?" Your face lit up bright red at his sudden question. Should you deny? Should
you rub it in? Should you stay silent? Your reaction was more than enough, though. "Is he as good
as me?"

You had enough. You gave in, shaking your head. You couldn't speak, too overwhelmed by his
touch.

"I see..." Jumin slid his hand further up, exposing part of your panties. "You wore just what I like...
Always such a good girl."

"J-Jumin... you–" Jumin grabbed your face, making you look at him. His forcefulness made the
heat between your legs grow hotter and hotter.

"What? I have a wife?" Jumin drew your face closer to his. His cologne drifted into your nostrils,
the familiar scent fueling the fire. "I'm just playing house, too, MC. Business is business."

"But–" Before you could finish your thought Jumin kissed you: rough, dominating, passionate. You
kissed back, attempting to keep up. His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring your taste. You
grabbed onto him, one hand on his shoulder, the other grasping his hair.

Suddenly, Jumin pushed you down onto the couch. He slipped something out of his pocket. Before
you could even make out what it was your hands had been forced above your head into ice-cold
handcuffs. You wriggled, only exciting Jumin more.

"It's so lovely seeing you like this again..." he huffed, staring into your eyes. You tried to look
away but he was too appealing.

Slowly, Jumin lowered a hand near your heat. He roughly pushed aside the fabric of your dress and
pressed a finger to your underwear. He slowly circled your clothed clit, eliciting a gentle moan
from you. You attempted to hold back, to no avail. He slowly teased your entrance with his digits,
dipping in and out of your core. Your moans grew needier, nearly whines.

"Jumin, please..." you stuttered. Jumin smiled, leaning down to meet your face.

"Please what, darling~?" he teased. It was unfair, he knew just how to push your buttons. His
expertise was torturing you. You thrashed for a second, hoping he'd get the message... it didn't
work. You'd have to say it...

"Please... Please... fuck me, Jumin..." you whispered, voice wavering as you trembled at his simple
touch. A blush grew on your face, saying it was still so embarrassing. Begging... how pathetic.

"Hmm...?" He pressed harder on your clit, a loud moan escaped your swollen lips. Could the others
hear? No... of course not. You were secluded, right? Your train of thought began to derail as you
drowned in desire.

"God... Jumin please– ngh–please fuck me! Please, Jumin..." you begged. A devilish smirk spread
across his face. Oh god, what had you gotten into? His onyx eyes glowed with lust, they looked
almost purple. His hair was getting messy, unusual for him, and you could tell he was losing
composure, too.

Slowly, torturously, Jumin unbuckled his belt, sliding it off carefully, meticulously. It was
unbearable. You wanted to do it yourself, but you couldn't even separate your hands. You whined,
only making it worse. You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when he reached for his zipper,
but just before, he began to undress his upper half. He slowly slid his jacket off, draping it on the
couch. Then, he unbuttoned his shirt for what seemed like an eternity.

You just wanted him... you missed him. Another whine escaped your mouth, causing Jumin to
chuckle.

"Desperate, are we?" You nodded quickly, wanting him to know how bad you needed him. "How
will I deal with you..."
Finally, after a painful eternity, he unzipped his trousers. His erection beneath was barely contained
in his briefs. You propelled yourself up, using all your strength, and loomed next to his clothed
cock. You brought your cuffed hands down carefully and slid his length out of his pants.

"Who said you c–hng..." Jumin's speech was quickly interrupted by your sudden kiss on the tip of
his cock. He slid his hands into your hair and forced you further down. You moaned excitedly,
circling your tongue around his staff, savoring the taste of the precum. Whenever he groaned he'd
pressed your mouth further down until you couldn't take any more of him. Tears welled in your
eyes as you took all of him. It was painful, but it made him feel good. That's all that mattered.

"MC... f-fuck... when did you ge–hng–" Jumin groaned, "this good..." You couldn't even answer,
his cock was occupying your entire mouth. Suddenly, his breathing became more staggered and he
rolled his hips into your mouth. With a final, hard, push he came. His warm seed filled your mouth,
making you choke. Noticing your struggle, Jumin released his grip on your head, allowing you to
breathe.

You swallowed all of it, even if it was hard, and opened your mouth to show him. Jumin grinned
and pet your head softly before kissing you, swirling his tongue in your mouth. The taste of his
cum mixed with his saliva was beyond arousing, it felt like heaven.

"You're so good kitten... it seems you've been training with Hyun. I'm a bit jealous... you're mine
after all..." Jumin shoved you back onto the couch and flipped you over so your ass was in the air.

"I'm sorry... I really missed you," you mewled, unable to mask your excitement.

After he shoved the skirt of your dress out of the way, Jumin harshly slapped your ass, leaving
bright red handprints behind. You jumped at the sudden pain but enjoyed it nonetheless. He bit at
your inner thigh, making you shiver. He grazed over your heat with his mouth, the small touch of
his breath made you gasp.

"Shall we begin, kitten?" Jumin cooed and you heard your panties rip. He always liked to do that,
and it cost you more money than it was worth.

You felt the tip of him against your entrance and you wiggled back a little, forcing him inside, even
if it was just a little. After a few moments, he slammed into you. You screamed out in pleasure,
coming instantly. He quickly began to play with your sensitive clit and continued to pound into you
without mercy. You squirmed and trembled at the overstimulation.
Jumin grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into a sloppy, passionate kiss. You could
barely kiss back between your moans. Satisfied, he let go and went back to fucking you.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you against him in tandem with his thrust, eliciting a shriek from
you.

"Jumin! Jumin fuck! Holy shit!" you screamed, unable to hold back. Your moans only grew louder
and louder, and his groans and growls grew more frequent.

Jumin let out a few powerful thrusts, making your mind go blank as you collapsed. He set his cock
as deep as he could in you and came, giving out a loud growl of your name.

"God... you're so good for me, MC."

Fuck. You were too exhausted to move, but you needed to. Jumin pulled away and put away his
member. Noticing your weakness, he helped you sit up. He pulled a key out of his jacket pocket
and undid the cuffs; they'd left red rings around your wrists.

"Jumin..." you whispered as he put his clothes back on. Once he sat down next to you you leaned
onto him, unable to sit upright. Your entire body was still shaking from the intense orgasm you'd
just had.

"Yes, darling?"

"You... came inside." Jumin's eyes widened; he hadn't even realized his mistake. You'd always let
him before, but that was when you were together.

"Oh God, I didn't even realize. I'm so–" You kissed him, not wanting to hear an apology.

"It's okay... it felt... good." Jumin wrapped his arm around you, pressing you closer to him. He ran
his hands through your hair, gently this time.

Once you'd regained the ability to walk (barely) you headed back out to the dining hall with Jumin.
You both look disheveled.
"I... assume you... ahem," Jaehee began, "talked things out?"

"Yeah," you and Jumin said in sync.

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