(lmao lemme just act like it hasn't been three fucking months since the first chapter was posted)

hi hello happy (early) valentine's day here you go also now I can frigging move on with my life now that this is done lmao


There was really no end to this cruelty with Jumin, was there?

She squirmed under his presumed gaze as he circled her, a dolled-up gazelle trapped in the workings of the panther before her. She was dressed in his favourite outfit for these sessions: a maid outfit that left nothing to the imagination, accompanied by little black close-toed stilettos. Her wrists were tied to the ceiling with strong, smooth ropes as she was left to balance on the balls of her feet, eyes blindfolded so that she was only able to feel the intensity of his stare upon her skin.

She knew he was smirking when she rubbed her thighs together, trying to alleviate the pressure of the vibrator inside her, the low buzz causing her to pant softly.

"My… what a bad servant you are," he purred, stepping away from her to retrieve something from the table nearby, inspecting the feather toy before twirling it with a flourish in one hand. "My maid, do you mind repeating what my exact orders were?"

"'Don't'—ah—'don't move,' Master Han." She worked at her lip as she tried to abide by the rule, but failed once again, trying to escape the sudden tickle at her thighs.

"Are you aware of what happens to servants who cannot follow simple directions?"

"Th-They—a p-punishment, Master Han," she stammered, breath hitching at the feather that now ran down her back. She wriggled, pulling against the bindings around her wrists, rapid pleas spilling from her mouth.

"As much as I love to hear you beg, it will do nothing for you this time, my lovely maid. You said it yourself; servants who do not follow directions will be punished." He stepped away from her momentarily as he ran the feather toy under his chin a few times, deciding on what to do next.

"Fuck," she hissed through clenched teeth as the vibrator's speed intensified; she shuddered and instinctively used the tie to pull and suspend herself into the air for a second, a futile attempt to get away from what was currently stuck inside of her.

She nearly screamed upon feeling deft fingers at her clit.

"M-Maser, I can't…!" she sobbed, the bite at her shoulder and feather circling her breasts and trailing down stomach straining her resolve.

"Ah, but you will," he commanded, the gentle voice still carrying a prominent aura of authority. Just as quickly as his hand had appeared, it was gone, replaced by the incredibly unsatisfying strokes of the feather.

"God, Master Han, please!" she pleaded, her fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly to help her hold on just that bit longer; she was starting to question whether it was still worth obeying his orders.

A grueling ten seconds passed before the feather was replaced with his hand once again, the pressure firm and unforgiving. With his mouth at her ear, he growled, relishing in the way her body tensed immediately.

"Come for me, my marvelous maid."

With a whine that soon went silent, her entire body shivered and stiffened, eyes rolling back and closing behind the blindfold. He gave her no time to come down and relax from her release, hand still quick and unrelenting.

"What are servants to say when their masters reward them?"

"Th-Thank you, Master Han, thank you, thank you, ah, god—!"

"Do you think you deserve another?"

"Yes, p-please, oh Jumin, I—!"

The second time, she was unable to wait for an explicit order, his hand slowing now to let her gather her bearings.

In under a half a minute, he turned off and removed the vibrator, placing both it and the feather toy on the table for cleaning later. Returning to her, he pulled at the ribbons holding her maid costume in place, tugging it lightly to let it fall to the floor and pool at her feet and unlacing her heels before pulling them off; he grabbed her blindfold and brought it to her neck before removing it entirely, greeting her with dilated eyes and a wolfish grin. "Hm, as satisfying as that was to watch, I don't believe I've quite gotten my revenge yet."

Saving the bindings for last, he undid the knots holding the ropes to her wrists, arms outstretched in an instant to catch the woman whose legs had become weak. He placed one hand on her back and used the other to scoop up her legs, escorting them both to the loveseat a few feet away. He was the first to sit down, arranging her so that she was straddling him, her arms loosely around his neck on their own accord.

He dropped the roleplay for a moment, seeing the lightly dazed look in her eyes, the hands that ran up and down her sides ones of comfort and concern, as opposed to seduction and possession. "My love, are you alright? Do you want to stop here—?"

Before he could go on, she pulled herself forward, lips meeting his as she pried open his mouth with her tongue, her kiss lazy and sloppy, a hand finding purchase in his hair. Separating after a few seconds, she kept her eyes half-lidded as one edge of her lips quirked upward, a twinkle in her eye. "Master Han, what happened to the vengeance you sought?" she cooed, shifting her hips against the very prominent bulge that had been resting against her left thigh for quite some time.

A deep, low rumble resonated from the bottom of his chest, the hands at her sides now tight and digging into the skin of her hips. "Remove my suit," he ordered, the feral look now returned to his eyes.

"Yes, sir." With practiced swiftness, she unbuttoned the front of his dress shirt, pushing it down to his elbows to let him shrug it off completely, her hands taking a moment to explore the expanse of his chest. Impatient, he grabbed her wrists, placing her hands on his abdomen, the digits resting just above the waistband of his pans.

She bit back her smirk by chewing at her lower lip, making work of the belt buckle and the button and zipper behind it. With the lift of his hips, she was able to push it down to his knees before he kicked the rest off himself. "Do you have any other orders for me, Master Han?" she asked innocently, fluttering her eyelashes as her hands danced around his cock.

Giving her no warning, he grabbed her hip with one hand, holding her still as the other held his cock in place, sinking into her. The surprised moan she gave him caused him to exhale a breathy, strained chortle.

"Move."

She followed the order obediently, setting a beginning, adjusting pace. Her breathing is heavy as she placed both hands on his shoulders, forehead pressed to his. He used the back of his hand to tilt her chin ever so slightly up, mouth finding hers as he ensnared her in another open kiss.

The pace stayed unusually slow and steady for some time, much to his frustration; He considered that perhaps she was still rather worn out from his previous actions and the rest of the session would be a gradual build tonight. It was not until he heard the barely noticeable snicker against his shoulder did he realise what was really going on.

In a flash, she found herself on her back, Jumin looming over her as he took her right leg and placed it over his left hip. "It seems my maid is a bit confused as to who is truly in charge."

His pace once he thrusted into her again was merciless, a shriek erupting from her throat as her nails dig into and leave scars in the leather below. He leaned down to bite the top of her ear roughly, his hand finding the sensitive nub between her legs once more, her back arching as her hands now find purchase in his. She cried his name like a mantra, voice losing her for a moment when he pulled back, taking the leg previously on his hip and placing it on his shoulder, the new angle taking him that much deeper into her.

"Oh god—Jumin, I'm gonna—" For the second time in a row, she came without his permission, the third time that night she had found indescribable pleasure. Staring down at the mess she had become beneath him, he dropped her leg from his shoulder, leaning over her as he grabbed her hands and laced his fingers with hers, pinning them above her head; her legs were quick to wrap around his waist.

"What a disobedient maid I have… Seeking only her own pleasure and not waiting for my command…" His teeth sink into her neck before his lips latch, sucking at the spot. He only let go once he was certain the stain on her skin was a deep red, guaranteed to be visible to anyone in the days to come.

Her eyes were glazed over when he moved to lock eyes with her, the wolfish grin from earlier making a reappearance on his face. "But if she comes for me one more time, mayhaps I will forgive her…" Jumin himself was on the cusp of his own orgasm, but he wanted to feel her tighten around him once more before chasing his own release.

It was only minutes more until his request was fulfilled, her mouth opening in a mute moan as her back bowed off the love, chest pressing against his and hands gripping the ones in hers tight. "That's a good girl," he groaned, his thrusts becoming arrhythmic before stilling, panting out soft moans as he spilled into her.

With a chaste kiss to the exhausted lips below him, he carefully pulled out of her, walking over to the storage cabinet to retrieve a towel from the pile inside. Walking back to the loveseat, he cleaned up between her legs, as well as the spot below; he folded the cloth and left it on the table once she had been freshened up a bit.

He lifted her into yet another bridal carry, kissing her forehead a few times on the trek back to their bedroom. She murmured a "thank you" once she was laid gently onto the silken sheets, burrowing under the blanket and making grabbing motions at him when he moved to close the door almost all the way (he didn't want Elizabeth 3rd trapped outside, after all).

Seeing her silly action upon turning around, he laughed softly, soon joining her under the covers and gathering her loose form into his arms. "So?"

"Mm, if all your acts of vengeance end up being that good, I just may have to stop letting you will all the bets we make."

"… Are you insinuating that you've been letting me win our bets until now?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about, Trust Fund Kid," she teased, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "We wanted to see just who was the better gambler, right? Looks like I'll have to stop holding back."


author's note

[pretends I didn't just fucking write this shit]

so anyway if it wasn't clear, the bet: Jumin said he'd be home from a business trip on time, wasn't, got pegged, sought vengeance