this man is the very definition of “I will match your mood”. I think he’s the most “gentle” out of the entire group, especially when he’s conscious of his actions. He won’t push you too hard when you’re tired, but when you’re eager and horny? yeah he’s serving you like his queen.
“Jinu!” you gasp, your cute thighs squeezing his head ever so harder. He offered a quick session before his concert, but he’s already made you cum more than six times by his fingers.
“Yes, my love?” his lips grazed you clit, giving you soft kisses everywhere but where you wanted them. He was teasing you, making you too tired to walk back to being his manager. Your legs were draped over his shoulders, your back against the cold leather of the black sofa.
You moaned, feeling his tongue press flat against your wet pussy. The smell of sex filled the small room, where at any moment anyone could come in. You grab a fist of his hair, nearly gasping;
“If you don’t fuck me with that tongue, I’ll ride it myself—“
A squeak escapes your lips as he grabs your legs, and moves you forward until his nose pokes at your little nub. His eyes narrow, and you feel his smile;
“I thought you’d never ask, Princess.”
Romance ! - the worshipper
this man is an absolute flirt and tease, but he loves you so much. he loves having you on his lap as he fucks your trembling pussy, but adores it more when he devours you. it just so happens he likes romantic baths with you and being your personal “massager”.
“Do you like it when I press my fingers here, hm?”
The warm water of the tub swishes silently as you struggle to hold on to the edge. Rose petals litter the water and stick to your bare skin. Only a single kanzashi holds your soaked hair together, a gift by no one other than the man caressing your lower back and swiping your clit effortlessly.
You’re practically arched on the edge of the tub. Your hands hold yourself up on the bottom wall as your ass pokes out of the tub, where Romance licks at your wet flesh.
“Y-yeah,” you moan, feeling his tongue circle around your tight hole, “When are we g-gonna finish? I have to go to work—“
You yelp when he smacks your thigh, growling, “Your work can wait, for now,” he smiles, tension easing, “I think this spot here,” his tongue enters your pussy with a sudden slurp, his jaw practically gnawing at you.
He doesn’t get to finish when you ask, “Y-you’re not gonna eat me like this, right? Wait until—“
Romance laughs, making your cunt flutter;
“Oh, I’m making sure you’re getting massaged inside out, baby.”
Mystery ! - the secret pussy monster
this man got hidden talent and you can’t tell me otherwise. he’s non-chalant outside, doesn’t know you and doesn’t touch you. but the moment you guys are alone, he’s a fuck bunny. he can’t take a second without you; a real passionate lover with surreal skill and knowledge about your body. test him if you want, but you’ll always end up with a cummy mess between your legs.
“Myst—!”
Another moan escapes you, and you instantly cover your mouth. Your sweetly manicured nails dig into your cheek as your teary eyes peek at the crook of light spilling from the door.
Mystery has you against the wall, his large hands holding your legs up as his thumbs open your wet folds. His masterful tongue slurps and fucks your sweet cunt. It’s only five more minutes until his debut, and instead of talking with his demon friends, he chose to eat his darling below the stage.
His tongue flicks your swollen nub as he murmurs, “If you don’t stay quiet little one, then they might come down,”
Your eyes look straight down at the orbs peeking from his overgrown hair as he claws the sweet plush of your legs, “And you know I really don’t like sharing food, don’t you?”
As his sweetly trained human, you nod feverishly, and let your teeth sink into the flesh of your palm. His name is just like his demeanor, an utter mystery. Because next thing you know, you’re cumming just off his words, your orgasm being ridden by his sharp teeth morphing in.
“Yes little one, keep going.”
He sinks his fangs onto the fat of your inner thigh, right at the beat when his name is announced for entry.
Abs ! - the combo daddy
he’s strong and he knows it. he takes pride in his fingering + demon tongue combo. and it doesn’t matter what you wear or where it is, he’s always patting his muscled leg for you to hump on. he only wants his meal warmed up after all.
“Your pussy looks so fucking gorgeous like yesterday,” his words were punctuated with each kiss on your glistening sore folds, “Just so good.”
You kept your legs open, your hands holding the back of your thighs and pushing it towards your tummy. A light jingle came from your anklet, well kind of— it was a chain that kept you tied to your sides. So your hands and feet had to be close together, there was no other way around it.
The gag on your smeared lips smothered every moan and slurry word you’d say, keeping you nice and quiet to Abs. His thick fingers were felt deeply as he curved them up your spongey walls, making a sloppy squishy sound. The demon sucked and made hickies all around your aching pussy, marking his territory.
He was teasing you horribly, and you knew that. Your head tipped back, your throat making a gutteral nose when Abs mixed his wet muscle with his digits, stretching your pulsating hole evermore.
It felt so good, but so wrong as you felt his tongue grow in you, almost like a tentacle leaving every spot of you untouched. The violet boy peered up at you, seeing you struggle to keep your weight above. He only chuckled, a motion strong enough to allow his markings to fade in;
“You’re doing such a good job, baby. Keep it up and I might just reward you.”
Baby ! - mister sloppy
he’s so messy, but he cleans up— don’t worry. he loves to drool on your cunt because he doesn’t believe in “lube”…well unless it’s some food kink he has going on. he loves it when you wear short skirts, or his oversized clothing and no panties. he’s a perv, but a dominant one. if he tells you to “come here”, you better come there, or else he’s gonna start spanking you.
“Now, what did I say about walking around like that, hm?”
Another spank on your pussy made you yelp, but inside you simply adored it. You loved it when he grabbed your neck, squeezing it and rubbing your cunt as he slapped it.
Your hands clutch at the arm around your neck, whining as you kick your legs up;
“I jus’ wanted to show you the new dress you bought me…!”
Baby scoffed, his middle and ring finger jerking your clit slowly; “So you decide to flaunt this wet meal of mine out in public? That’s not very cool, y’know.”
“Well,” you squirmed, nearly choking as he tightened his hold on your neck, “You haven’t eaten me out since—“
“Oh, so my pretty little girl wanted me to eat her pussy?” his voice made your body flush with new rigor, your pussy clamping on his long fingers, “Well why didn’t you say so?”
Instantly, you were tossed on the floor; your behind was pulled upwards, making you arch on his legs as you held yourself up on the floor. The precious red dress was rolled up to your waist, and you felt all your blood rushing to your head at the position.
You saw Baby’s foot tapping as he hummed a rhythm, and felt him lick his tongue up your opening. A gasp escaped your lips, making you shiver when he spat on your cunt;
“I have this new beat I’ve been meaning to use, mind if I do a lip choreography on this sweet pussy?”
You didn’t even get to reply when he went right on fucking his tongue in your aching hole, making you mewl as you pushed your hips upward.
Oh how loved it when he made out with your pretty pussy.
Mira slumped on the couch, disappointed from her date with Abby. At first, she had been having fun bantering and staring at his abs, but Abby didn't take her to the restaurant he said they were going to. He went straight to a parking lot where multiple other cars were spread out with their windows fogged up. She wasn't opposed in general, he was hot and he was a good kisser, but she was upset that he hadn't put any real effort in.
Zoey pranced into the living room. "How did it goooo?" she squealed.
Mira rolled her eyes. "I'm a queen, right?"
Zoey nodded enthusiastically.
"And I deserve to be treated like one, right?"
Zoey nodded again. "Of course! Was Abby not good to you?"
Mira sighed. "He didn't even take me out to dinner. He just wanted to get in my pants."
Zoey frowned as Mira got up, walked to her bedroom, and flopped face-first onto her bed.
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Mira must have fallen asleep, because a knock at her door startled her awake.
"Heyyy sleepyhead!" Zoey said gently. "Rumi and I are going to see a movie, and... there's someone here to see you."
Mira dragged herself off the bed, pausing at the doorframe to say goodbye to Zoey and Rumi before padding into the living room.
When she saw who it was, she turned to yell at Zoey, but she was already out the door with a mischievous grin.
Romance was in the kitchen stirring a steaming pan of dakbokkeumtang, Mira's favorite. He had lit candles and set the table like a fancy restaurant, complete with glasses of wine. He was wearing an apron with little hearts all over it.
"What are you doing here?" Mira demanded.
Romance turned, surprised, and grinned when he caught sight of Mira's just-woke-up hair and smudged makeup. He took a tentative step towards her, then, when she didn't seem to be in the mood to beat him up, took her hand and kissed it.
"You look stunning, my love." He looked up at her with his big dark eyes. "Would you do me the pleasure of dining with me?"
Mira was pissed, but she was also starving, and the spicy chicken stew smelled really good. Romance pulled out a chair, and she sat gratefully. She devoured the meal as he talked about his day, their friends (careful not to mention Abby), and how much he had missed her. Mira sat back and let out a sigh.
"Thanks, Romance," she said grudgingly. "This is actually... really sweet. I assume you'll be wanting a certain reward for making me dinner?"
Romance frowned. "Mira, darling, you don't owe me anything. What we do with the rest of the evening is your choice."
Mira's glanced at Romance, surprised. "Then... why are you here?"
Romance pulled out his phone and turned the screen around so Mira could see the text messages.
Zoey: heyyyy ro i think mira could use some cheering up??
Romance: anything for my queen
Romance: omw
Mira sighed. Of course Zoey would have set this up. But then again, Zoey hadn't told him Mira's favorite food or that she would want dinner. Romance had done that all by himself.
Mira moved to put her dishes in the sink, but Romance insisted on taking them from her. The little gesture filled Mira with sudden affection for this not-so-demonic demon, and she gave him a quick kiss.
Romance smiled at her. "I suppose... the dishes can wait? If... you're interested in doing... something else right now?"
Mira frowned. She did have plans for something else with Romance later, but she wanted to savor this moment of domestic softness. She insisted on helping him clean up, marveling at how he was acting like a real partner rather than a hook-up buddy. As he finished drying the last dish, Mira moved behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and kissed his neck.
Romance stiffened, set the dish down, and turned to face her, his patterns flashing. "My queen," he breathed, before devouring her, hot, wet mouth on hot, wet mouth.
Mira pulled away. She went to sit on the couch and Romance followed like a desperate puppy.
Mira slipped her shirt over her head. "I'm a queen, right?"
"Yes, yes." Romance was almost shaking from the effort of holding back.
"Then worship me."
Romance hungrily kissed near the waistband of her leggings, then kissed a trail up her stomach, hands sliding up her sides. He kissed her collarbone, the hollow of her throat, left gentle bites on her neck and jawline. He flicked her ear with his tongue and Mira arched into him, Abby's rough, insistent, sloppy kisses forgotten.
Mira dug her fingers into Romance's hair as he kissed her again, slow and gentle, but so very satisfying.
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Zoey and Rumi returned to find Mira and Romance cuddled up on the couch under a blanket watching a movie. They were both shirtless, so the girls knew cuddling wasn't all they had done, but now Romance had his arm around Mira, tracing slow circles on her skin. Zoey and Rumi snuck into their bedrooms, not wanting to disturb the sweet, gentle moment.
Mira looked up at Romance and gave him a slow kiss. When she pulled away, Romance smiled.
Warnings: Gn reader, established relationship, fleshlight use, english isn't my first language
A/n: So yeah I'm very much behind but I still hope to finish Kinktober in November at least
The brown package on your kitchen counter felt entirely out of place amongst Romance’s flower arrangements and the scented candles he loved to keep lit. He noticed it immediately, his head tilting with that familiar, curiosity as he set down the grocery bags full of ingredients for the lavish dinner he’d no doubt planned for you.
“A surprise for me, my love?” he asked, his voice warm. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder to get a better look. “It doesn’t look like one of the usual amazon packages.”
“It’s a surprise, alright” you said, leaning back into the solid warmth of his chest. “But it’s not from amazon. It’s a gift from me. For you.”
You felt his soft chuckle against your back. “Interesting. You know how I adore your gifts. Shall we open it?”
You turned in his embrace, catching the excitement sparkling in his eyes. You kissed him, a slow, deep meeting of lips. “Absolutely. But you have to promise to keep an open mind.”
“For you? Anything.”
You led him to the living room, making him sit on the plush rug before the coffee table as you placed the box in front of him. You watched his long, elegant fingers carefully open the package, then he peeled back the paper.
His breath stuttered when the contents were revealed. His brows furrowed slightly, not in disapproval, but in pure confusion. He picked up the first item, a sleek, curved vibrator made of deep purple silicone. “What… what is all this, my heart?”
“A new kind of... experience” you murmured, kneeling beside him. You took the toy from his hand, your thumb finding a small button on its base. A low, insistent hum filled the quiet space between you. Romance’s eyes went wide, locked onto the gentle vibration in your hand.
“It’s a new kind of sensation” you explained. You guided the buzzing head to the sensitive skin of his inner wrist. His pulse jumped under the silicone. “Here can you feel how strong the vibrations are”
A sharp gasp escaped him. “I… yes. It’s… intense.”
“That’s nothing” you promised, releasing the button and reaching back into the box. You pulled out a slender glass dildo, cold and heavy and beautifully iridescent. You held it up, watching the light dance through it. “This one feels like ice at first a nice contrast to stimulate one further. And this…” You produced a set of silken restraints, letting the deep red fabric glide through your fingers. “…is for when I want you, or you want me completely at mercy.”
Romance’s gaze was dark, his lips slightly parted. The initial confusion had melted away, replaced by a raw, hungry fascination. He watched your every move, completely captivated by this new way of pleasure you were telling him about. “You… you want to use these on me?”
“I want us to use them on each other.” you corrected, your voice thick with desire. “But I think we should start with my favorite for you.” Your fingers closed around the last item in the box. The Fleshlight. You held the clear, blue-hued casing out to him.
He took it, turning it over in his hands. The interior was a soft-textured tunnel of silicone. Understanding dawned on his face, a deep flush creeping up his neck. “It’s… a replica of...”
“Yes it it exactly that” you whispered, taking it back from him. You put your fingers in feeling the ribbed insides. “And tonight, your beautiful cock is going to disappear inside it.” Your words were blunt, filthy, and direct. You saw the effect they had on him, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, the way his pupils blew wide open, swallowing the color of his irises.
You didn’t wait for a reply. You pushed gently on his chest until he layed back on the rug, his head propped on a cushion. You made quick work of his pants, freeing his erection. He was already rock hard, his cock straining upward, the tip slightly glistening. “Fuck, you’re already do hard for me” you breathed, stroking him once, twice, making him buck his hips.
You warmed the lube in your hands before slicking his length, your touch firm and possessive. Then you drizzled a generous amount into the opening of the toy, letting it drip down the internal textures. The air filled with the slick, wet sound of it.
You positioned yourself between his legs, holding his gaze. “Watch, Romance. Watch me fuck you with this.”
You guided the head of his cock to the entrance. It yielded with a soft, wet push. You pressed down, and an inch of him vanished into the tight silicone. A ragged moan was torn from his throat, his head falling back, eyes squeezing shut.
“Look at me” you commanded, your voice leaving no room for argument.
His eyes flew open, dark and desperate. You pushed down further, taking more of him, the toy swallowing his cock, and you could see everything through the clear material. The sensation was unreal, tight and smooth and it felt like it was pulsating with how you applied pressure. You began to move, establishing a slow, deep rhythm. Up. Down. A twist of your wrist on the upstroke that made him cry out.
“Oh god… it’s so… it’s so fucking tight” he gasped, his hands gripping the rug beside him, knuckles white.
“Tighter than me?” you purred, increasing your pace. The wet, squelching sounds filled the room, a perfect sound matching his ragged breaths.
“Different… fuck… it’s a different kind of tight… it’s… oh my god, right there!” His back arched off the floor as you changed your grip on the toy, holding it with a bit more force while teasing his tip.
You fucked him with it, your arm pumping in a steady, relentless motion. You watched his face full of ecstasy unable to hold back. His perfect mouth was slack showing how completely absorbed he was by the pleasure. You leaned down, your lips close to his ear. “You look so good like this. Completely undone by a piece of silicone. I’m going to make you come so hard you forget how to talk.”
Your words tipped him over the edge. With a broken shout of your name, he came, his release pulsing into the toy, his body seizing up in a wave of intense pleasure. You held the Fleshlight firmly on him, milking every last shuddering drop from his oversensitive cock until he was limp and panting beneath you.
You set the toy aside and collapsed next to him, kissing his sweaty temple. He turned his head, his eyes hazy with satiation and wonder. He cupped your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. “That was… good.”
You smiled. “And that’s just one toy.”
He was quiet for a moment, catching his breath, his mind already whirring. He looked from your face to the box of toys and back again, a new, determined glint in his eye. “My turn.”
They decided to reavel their true side to you, but it went completely out of hand
Jinu
“We need to talk.”
And that was it. No heart, no emoji, no “hey babe.”
Just those four cursed words. Your brain instantly went into overdrive.
‘Oh god, he’s breaking up with me. He’s gonna say we should focus on our careers. Or that he found someone else—‘
When you showed up, Jinu looked unusually serious, his posture too stiff for comfort. That was never a good sign.
Then, as the silence stretched, Jinu finally exhaled and said quietly, “There’s something you should know about me.”
His skin shimmered, light purple blooming across his form like starlight. Golden eyes opened—slit pupils gleaming under the dim light. The markings along his neck pulsed, glowing faintly with energy. The once-human warmth of his gaze now looked almost divine.
You froze. He waited, clearly bracing himself for a scream or a fainting fit.
“…Oh thank god!” you sighed in relief, slumping onto the couch.
Jinu froze mid-movement. “...I—what?”
You pulled out your phone, holding up the cursed text. “‘We need to talk,’ Jinu. ‘We need to talk’. Do you realize what that message does to a person? I thought you were dumping me, not confessing you were a demon!”
He stared for a beat—then covered his face, muttering through his fingers, “I practiced that for three hours.”
“You look amazing, by the way,” you added brightly.
He peeked through his fingers, the corners of his lips twitching. “You’re insane.”
He exhaled, muttering something under his breath before breaking into laughter — an uncharacteristic, almost sheepish sound. “...Fair enough,” he said, sitting beside you. “Next time, I’ll add an emoji.”
Abby
The minute you saw:
“We need to talk.”
Your heart sank.
Abby never texted like that—he’d usually send twenty emojis and a shirtless mirror pic before getting serious. So you walked into his place prepared for heartbreak.
Instead, Abby stood there, arms crossed, looking like he was about to confess a crime. “Before I say anything, don’t freak out,” he said.
“Okay…?”
He exhaled, then his body shifted. His skin darkened into that lilac sheen, glowing patterns creeping up his torso where his crop top revealed perfect abs. His eyes blazed gold, his claws flexing lightly. The room felt warmer instantly—like he radiated energy.
You blinked slowly. “Oh thank god.”
Abby blinked back, caught off guard. “What—what do you mean “thank god”?”
“I thought you were breaking up with me!” you exclaimed, waving your phone at him. “You texted ‘We need to talk’ ! Abby, who texts that? That’s a breakup message in every drama ever!”
He dropped his demon hand to his face, sighing. “You thought I was gonna break up with you, and your first reaction to me turning into a literal demon is relief?”
“Yes!” you shot back. “You look hot, not horrifying. I was preparing for emotional trauma, not… whatever this is.”
He grinned then—fangs and all—shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Thank you, I try.”
Abby stepped closer, smirking, his voice dipping low. “So… I look hot, huh?”
“Don’t push it.”
Romance
You’d been staring at that text for ten solid minutes.
“We need to talk.”
From him, of all people—the flirt, the sweet-talker, the dramatic heartthrob.
You even started mentally dividing your shared stuff — he’d get the plants, you’d keep the espresso machine.
When Romance showed up, his usual flirtatious confidence was gone. “Y/n… I don’t want to scare you. But I’m not what you think I am.”
His skin shimmered lilac, glowing purple patterns tracing his face and arms. His golden eyes locked onto yours, expression unreadable as his sharp claws flexed.
You stared, wide-eyed… and then your hand clutched your chest.
“Oh thank god!”
Romance blinked, completely thrown off. “...That is not the reaction I rehearsed for.”
You waved your phone at him. “You sent ‘We need to talk!’ Who wouldn’t panic? I thought you were gonna say you didn’t love me anymore, not that you’re part of the underworld!”
He dragged a hand down his face. “...You thought this was less scary than me breaking up with you?”
“Yes! You’re hot. That breakup text? Traumatizing.”
Romance stepped closer, smirk returning. “You know you make it very hard to be dramatic when you act like this.”
“Maybe next time open with ‘hey, babe, I’m glowing now.’”
“Noted,” he chuckled, brushing your hair back with his clawed hand, fangs glinting as he murmured, “Still… I’m glad you didn’t run.”
“Run? From this face? Please. I’d run toward it.”
Mystery
When Mystery texted you:
“We need to talk.”
You stared at it for a good five minutes. Mystery never talked much, but when he did? It was serious. You genuinely thought the world was ending.
You showed up at his apartment, heart hammering, only to find him standing dead still in the middle of the room. He lifted his head slightly. “Don’t… be afraid.”
His voice was softer than usual—but then the change began. His skin glowed lilac, golden eyes catching light under his bangs, and his claws shimmered faintly. He looked less like a monster and more like some tragic celestial being. His claws glinted as he flexed his hands, watching you carefully for any fear.
Instead, you just exhaled and dropped onto the couch. “Oh thank god.”
Mystery’s head tilted. “…What?”
“I thought you were breaking up with me!”
He blinked, a long, slow blink. “That’s your reaction?”
“Look at this message!” You shoved your phone in his face. “That’s breakup talk! Not ‘hey I’m actually a demon’ talk!”
He blinked once, then twice, his usual mask faltering. “You… thought—”
“That you’d dump me, yes! Not that you’d grow claws and look like a fantasy movie!”
There was silence. Then, unexpectedly, Mystery’s lip twitched into the faintest, most bewildered smile. “…You’re ridiculous.”
“You love that about me.”
“…Maybe.”
And when his clawed hand reached out to rest lightly against your cheek, you smiled up at him. “Still not breaking up with me, right?”
“No. Not even close.”
Baby
“We need to talk.”
Your stomach dropped. Baby rarely texted seriously — he was either spamming memes or sarcastic comments. That message? Horrifying.
When he appeared, his expression was unreadable. “...You should know what I really am.”
Then, before you could speak, his form shifted — lilac skin, glowing purple markings, golden eyes, long claws. His usual baby-faced charm now framed by raw demonic power.
He stood there in silence, waiting for your scream.
Instead, you exhaled and muttered, “Oh, thank god. I thought you were breaking up with me.”
Baby’s brows furrowed. “…Huh?”
“Hey! Don’t judge me!” you said, waving your phone. “This text—‘We need to talk’—that’s not demon energy! That’s breakup energy! I almost started writing a breakup playlist!”
He blinked, utterly deadpan. “You’d rather I turn out to be a demon than dump you?”
“Obviously.”
“I just showed you my demon form.”
“Babe, I’ve seen your morning face. This is nothing.”
A pause. Then his mouth twitched. “You’re so weird,” he muttered, fighting a grin.
“I get that a lot.”
“You’re not scared?”
“Scared? You’re still you. Just… glowy. And hotter.”
“…You think I’m hotter like this?”
You smirked. “Oh absolutely. You should’ve led with that instead of giving me a heart attack.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re so weird, it’s perfect.”
same anon that sent the long list of saja boys headcanons; this time breeding season edition... except literally the only two I've even thought about this with are Mystery & Romance. sorry, no jinu, abby, or baby this time😔
– Mystery spends his season alone usually; he still hates the idea of letting anyone he doesn't trust into his bed. if anything it's even stronger than usual.
–steals the other sajas' (& his partner's) clothes/blankets/bedding and hides in the closet in his nest. Leaves only at unholy hours of the night to eat. straight up attacks anyone who gets too close to the closet-den (unless they're his beloved)
– clothes are itchy since he feels more sensitive than usual, so he refuses to wear them. not like he needs them anyway lmao no one really sees him during the season
–With his partner, he is c l i n g y. He already (gently)bites a lot, during heat he mouths at any and all revealed skin & wraps himself around them.
–Grumbles/growls if his partner tries to leave the closet. will fetch food & water and actively feed them. this is courting to him(affectionate)
– really likes cockwarming and cuddling. it makes him feel closer + he gets to have his 'mate'.
– actual sex is rougher than normal; an hour of just pounding his beloved into unthinking bliss while covering their shoulders, chest, and back in marks.
–Refuses to hurt his partner though; if they make any pained noise whatsoever he stops and whines. acts absolutely pitiful and apologetic & means it full heartedly. if he draws much blood he might actually straight up go back to the "courting" phase to "regain his beloved's favor".
–if he leaves too many bruises he will sit in the corner, facing the wall, thinking about what he's done. bitemarks & hickeys are fine, but bruises on his beloved's hips, waist, or thighs means he was being too rough with them :( he hurted them :( will not believe his partner if they say they like him being rougher / leaving bruises or drawing blood when he bites
–His beloved mate gave him their trust and love, and he returned it with pain instead of pleasure :( .. no they can't coexist, you're lying
– .... to be fair, he has a super high pain tolerance himself + demonic regeneration means he heals super fast. his beloved biting him probably wouldn't leave a mark at all as long as they're not actively aiming to hurt him. as far as he knows/cares, leaving long-lasting marks or causing actual pain means he's being WAYYY too rough.
– Romance is loud, dramatic, affectionate, and demanding. You thought he was romantic before? Wait till he's courting his partner while in heat.
– his "nest" / His Spot is his partner's bed. he needs to be around them 24/7. will hunt his partner down and cling to them while grumbling about how them not being there makes him feel lonely. ... except worded better and more dramatically, I'm not a poet lol
– will order food & have the biggest grin on his face when it arrives. might actually dress himself up in lingerie and wear it around the house, showing off his body, watching his back, and bending over at every given chance.
– borderline constantly hard. he is pathetic about it if he hasn't cummed recently enough. loves having toys used on him though; he is his happiest when he is absolutely fucked out and his brain is full of cotton and pleasure. will curl up in his partner's arms and purr himself to sleep. when he wakes up he either returns the favor or herds his partner to the bathroom for Mandatory After Sex Bathtime
– if his partner gets him into the tub & bathes him while he's too blissed out to do Bathtime himself, he will get all starry-eyed once he's back to his senses and go on for hours about how he has the best mate ever.
– cums from being bitten hard enough to hurt tbh. has lower pain tolerance than mystery but heals just as fast, so it doesn't hurt for long but he still loves it. his partner is claiming him!!
FIRST OFF GIRL IDC MY FAVS ARE MYSTERY AND ROMANCE ANYWAY SOOO IM EATING THIS UPPP
[Benefits Package] Change of Plans - Romance x Manager!Reader NSFW
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Saja Boys x Manager!Reader - Saja Boys Masterlist here!
Benefits Package - Not 'really' part of the main 'xManager' story, more like don't think too hard about where it fits in timeline wise. Also, so people can pick and choose what boy they want to read spicy stuff for, take what you want and leave what you don't.
Part 1 - Steamy slice of life, Part 2 - will be the actual smut, sorry! It got away from me while writing it! It will be posted in a few more days. I just had to get something out there for Romance since he's always the one that gets picked on lmao
Romance was the King of the Quickie, and frankly you were ashamed of yourself that you kept letting it happen. Dressing room of a store, supply closet at the news station, the occasional bathroom stall. But like most couples finding a quiet moment away from listening ears, love hotels had always been mixed in there too. Recently there had been an occasion that was too close for comfort.. Thankfully his ability to teleport and your impeccable ability for bullshit left no one the wiser and you'd both been more careful since.
Never one to do anything halfway has led to Romance developing a new penchant for seeking out the rarest, most exclusive hotels. Luxury. Themes. You name it, you’ve seen it.
Now, how out of six of the busiest people on the planet, who all happen to basically exist on top of each other 24/7, would two of them find time to step away? Shopping, of course!
Anytime one of the other guys would get all cutesy and want to follow along like a puppy, Romance was all too quick with the saccharine excitement “Are you more excited for the vintage record shop or thrifting? We’re looking for jackets for that magazine shoot, with the ice pops coming out- It might take a while to match the right color palette but I have six stores picked out so-” Any single one of the others would just walk away well before it even got to that point, no amount of demon loneliness made that sound fun or entertaining for them, and the second they were gone it just you vs ‘Bedroom Eyes Final Boss’.
There was ‘We went for coffee and the craziest thing happened-’ or ‘Empty handed? Oh yeah. Sorry, they were all sold out of your skincare, Jinu.’ and the excuse he cooked up this time?
“Look! There’s a pop-up event for these new blind-bags, aren’t they adorable?” you were all hanging out backstage, waiting for their interview segment to come up. You had just gotten off a call and blinked down at the screen as Romance leaned over, tipping his screen revealing a text sized so that’s easier for you to read at a quick glance ‘Can I spoil you tonight?’
You take a measured breath, sighing into your answer “I don’t know..” It was always a good time, no hesitation there, but you can already feel how exhausted your body is and Romance’s marathon approach sounded too physically taxing.
He swipes on the screen, turning it back towards you “Here look at this one,” - ‘I need to drown in your eyes and your juices’. You glance down, snort, and then shake your head. “Oh come on, look at the set-” all but forcing the phone into your hand, so you tuck yours away real quick and start swiping and it's just a collection of all your favorite pictures of him with increasingly pathetic and escalating levels of desperation in the text.
“Are they real ugly?” Baby asks, half excited, “I like when they make ‘em look stupid ugly.” Kicking out of his chair he starts to walk over, “Lemme see..”
“Omigosh!” you gush, quickly, “They come with matching glittery phone charms?!?” Baby makes a disgusted noise and is already sitting back down. But you hand Romance back his device, not even bothering to look how many of these screens he made to try to convince you. “It’s real tempting..” you lock eyes with him and he absolutely lights up, an excited gasp and sparkles in his eyes- only to give him an apologetic grimace. Already he’s deflating like a balloon, it's honestly surprising he didn’t go shooting off with a whiny squeal.
One of the tech crew walks around the corner to let you know they’re ready for the boys. You wave them on, Abby grabs your shoulders and gives you a jostle as he walks by. Romance lingers at the edge of the set, that same vague spot you would always watch from and cheer them from the sidelines. “Think about it?” he asks, staring down at you with a hopeful glean, fingers ever so slightly brushing the back of your hand as Mystery comes up and wraps an arm around his shoulders to pull him out into the stagelights.
They were doing just a quick segment, letting people know about upcoming events and to vote for Saja Boys in the Idol Awards, answering a few preselected fan questions. The issue was Abby and the interviewer got to flirting so much it ended up taking twice the time you had budgeted. Jinu had been trying his best, oh he really was maneuvering while still keeping that cool and charming demeanor, but the host just kept going back like Abby was a buffet. You knew everything would still be fine after editing, however in the moment every single time she would giggle and go “Stoooop,” you could feel precious shreds of your humanity being ripped away. Finally you had reached your breaking point, literally, the clipboard snaps clean in half with a crack loud enough a few of the crew jump at the unexpected noise.
“We really do have to be going,” Jinu insists through one of his effortless grins, “Lots of other appearances to make..”
“But none with a host like-” Abby, electric on her energy, was the only one enjoying this. You threw each piece into the air and walked away, leaving them to fall and clatter to the floor. Mystery groans in torment. Baby throws an elbow into Abby’s ribs and Romance leaned down from the back row to slap a hand over his big dumb mouth.
“No rest for the wicked, I’m afraid,” Romance giggles, lightening the mood for the staff, before scrunching his other hand over the mic clipped onto his collar, whispering in Abby’s ear “Shut up or I will end you. Suck her soul out of her ass later.”
Jinu points to the guy with cue cards, “Lets film the outro.” It’s his show now as he gives a few other brief commands while the host stumbles over her words, trying to regain her composure.
“Yes- yes- I understand..” you’re on the phone again when the guys come jogging up to find you back in the green room. You hold up a finger as you nod, “I know that, but-,” you pull the phone away from your cheek as the dial tone hums in your ear from being hung up on and immediately shoot Abby an icy glare.
He at least has the humility to smile back sheepishly, he tries for the innocent finger tap with his shoulders all hunched in to demonstrate he’s just a sweet little guy but you grab him by the ear and start hauling him out of the studio. “Good thing you guys can teleport,” you grumble, pulling Abby off into a side hallway with the others trailing behind. Mystery peaks into one of the offices and nods, so everyone slips inside before you’re poofed away to the next show.
This time it’s one of the live music programs that run in the evening, and you guys are way behind for sound check. The red-faced producer honing in on you, already screeching at the top of his lungs and flinging spit as the five boys quickly file past you and straight into their own mess, a gaggle of hair and make-up while people are shoving earpieces in without warning and taping down wires. Knowing if you just dissociate for a minute and let the dude get it out of his system, you can actually have a conversation instead of just being a punching bag, your eyes wander and find among the chaos Romance seemingly doing the same.
You lock eyes and there really is that gravitational pull, where the rest of the world blurs out. Everything slows down. Everything else is muted. The way he’s holding you in his eyes is tender, soft in a way you never thought a demon could be- definitely not in a way that any of the others could even understand. He wore a strained smile that betrayed a sorrowful ache. It wasn’t lust, it was longing. And more than anything you wished you could steal another minute, another second, existing only there in his gaze but like sand in an hourglass the moment slipped away..
There wasn’t another second to rest or hardly breathe it seemed until you were back standing in the foyer at the Saja penthouse. The pink smoke hadn’t cleared and already Baby and Mystery were digging in cabinets, the sound of plastic crinkling suddenly filling the lifeless apartment. You are practically stumbling, can’t kick out of the heels fast enough as you follow the crowd into the kitchen and only make it as far as the island before you’re doubling over with elbows on the counter from exhaustion. “Drinks?” Abby is leaning into the fridge but hollering like he’s a vendor at a stadium, “Drinks anybody?”
“Beer..” you groan, hoping it would be ice cold and wake you up a little bit . “Jinu, order us chicken. “
“Yeah, Jinu,” Baby agrees around a mouthful, chewing the words. “Extra, extra spicy.”
“I would like to enjoy mine please-” you sneer, your cheek resting on the large slab countertop, naturally cool to the touch. You could almost hear your pillow and sheets calling you to come sleep all the way from the floor below in that sweet serenity of your own apartment.
“Catch!” Abby yells, and your arm flails like a marionette, your whole body shooting up on instinct but running out of gas.
Romance steps up beside you at the perfect time to snatch it out of the air. He leans and swoops his free arm around your back. A quick toss changes the can hand-to-hand, where the other is near your waist at counter level, his breath ghosting the hairs on the ridge of your neck as he says “Here, let me open that for you.”
While his fingers may be holding the can, he is using his palm to push against the edge of the counter, his wrist leveraging your hip back against him as he steps in, a wide swoop of his other arm to be able to grab the pop-top leaves your arm trapped against your side and here he has you. Full body pressed against you, nose buried in your hair. ‘Stealing a moment, only for a moment’ as he would say. He hides the tiniest whimper behind the hiss and crack of the seal, before he’s rolling away like this was all one smooth dance choreo. He’s leaning non-chalant against the island just out of arms reach with elbows resting on the counter-top, tossing hair out of his face with a smirk in your direction.
“Thanks, but jeez,” you lean into that tired-of-your-shit voice, that tone was always how it was with him, long before you ever gave in that first time. Romance would always do the most, sweet nothings and lingering touches, but you being annoyed at it had always been the hallmark to the group. They’ve all worn you down in their own ways, where that bite in your words has warmed from genuinely annoyed to amused. This was another thing altogether still. Relationship politics and keeping up appearances. “What kind of production would that have been if it was a glass bottle?” you pfft while bringing up the beer for that glorious first crisp sip, grinning against the rim as you let yourself imagine. The way he would have wrenched his body against you with the twist. A grunt.
He knows, as he catches the corner of his lip in his teeth before asking, “Think about going to that pop-up?”
Your head falls like something landed on you. “It’s been so busy today..” you once again check your internal poll, it kept flip-flopping between yes and no. "Maybe..” is the best hope you’re able to offer him.
“I heard you guys talking about that earlier,” Abby chimes in. “Do you mind if I- hey-” he reached his hand into the bag that Mystery was eating out of and got nipped at, “Mind if I come too? Sounds kinda fun..”
Romance sucks in a breath, “These get pretty crazy, like hours waiting in line kinda crazy.”
“Yeah, lines of cuties.” Abby winks before coming to throw an arm over your shoulders and pull you against him. “Besides, my running buddy abandoned me this whole last week because of all these dumb interviews we have to go to.” He lays the guilt trip on thick. “I wanna hang out with you guys.”
“What about your ‘no other like her’ host from this afternoon?” Romance asks, taking the time to pose dramatically as he does so.
“Oh yeah,” Abby lets go of you to wrap a hand around his chin, deep in thought. “What was her name again?”
Even Baby knows that’s bad, shaking his head with a “Bruh.” Initial craving satiated, he plops down into a chair, not once looking up from scrolling mindlessly until food arrives.
Romance shakes his head and holds out his hand, Abby passes his phone over without a second thought and in the blink of an eye Romance is handing it back, chat screen open and ready for Abby to slide into her DMs. Abby just glances down at it, and then back up to Romance's face with a big grin. “Hey, do you mind..”
“You’re actually the worst, Abby, holy shit,” you say out of duty as the only woman present. The part that really dumbfounds you is how Romance just rolls his eyes and immediately starts typing up a message. But man is committed to the reverse cockblock, his goal is to get everyone involved some action instead of it costing him his.
“Here, don’t mess it up,” Romance shoves it back at him with a sigh. “But you could have just sent a shirtless pic and you would have had the same results.”
“Not results like this, she’s already typing.” Abby is chuckling, before he looks back again and his jaw drops. “She just sent her address. Not even a message back, just--” he turns it towards you for verification and you nod because sure enough. Abby is giggling looking down at his screen as he is already starting to walk off, “Mystery gets my share of dinner.”
Mystery pumps a small victory fist, and Romance calls behind him “You may want to read what I sent, I did make some promises..” before waving it off hearing the door close down the hall as he starts getting ready. “So….” he turns and looks at you expectantly while thrumming the countertop.
“Hours in line?” you ask, metaphorically dipping a toe in the water.
“It may be all night,” Romance’s reply was matter of fact. Like it would take however long it would take. “But there’s a secret one and,” he stamps his foot and pulls both fists to his chest, “I have never wanted anything more in my liiiiiife.” Head thrown back, voice in a whine, tears streaming down cheeks - dropping it for a second to peak from one eye just to check your reaction real quick before the water kept streaming down his face.
“Neither of you are going,” Jinu explains, the small dad-grunt as he stood from the chair punctuating the matter. “Foods nearly here,” he says as an aside, “I’ll go down and-”
“Excuse me?” Romance interrupts with vitriol, the silly little play dropped and forgotten.
Jinu, being purposefully obtuse responds “I’ll go meet the driver, no need to-”
“Not that part,” it was bitter, obviously insulted. Talking around an issue can work on small stuff, and if there was one thing Jinu was good at besides being selfish, it was being avoidant. “Explain it, Jinu. Why does Abby get to go off who knows where-”
“Namseong,” you squeak, unhelpfully. There really was no clocking out from making sure these guys didn’t get themselves into trouble.
“For who knows how long?” Romance doesn’t miss a beat though, righteously fuming. Pointing between the two of you as he asks, “But we're the problem?”
“Are you sure you're helping your point right now?” Jinu's voice is disjointed, cold. There is one of those subtle stare downs where there is some unspoken conversation happening between the glare and in this instance you are the party on the outside. “Besides, if today felt like a long day, it's more of the same tomorrow. Do you really think ANY” he holds up his hand so that it carries across rooms “of you should be going out late? Harvesting souls in the dark, of course- but there's plenty of other demons out there doing that for us now too. We need to focus and-”
The sound of the door open and closing halts Jinu mid-sentence as he twists over his shoulder. Mystery comes around the corner, finding some way to wave despite being encumbered with take-out. “Didn't want to wait.”
“치맥 (Chimaek) [Chicken and beer] always makes me feel better,” you nod, after swallowing down enough meat you can really feel it hit your stomach and you realize maybe all your problems really can be fixed by food. “I know with the lifestyle we have now, this is the cheap meal, but wow-” you wax on, not even really thinking about it, but admittedly this was the guys’ favorite part.
The odd moment of rose colored glasses looking at your life, they'd all lived theirs so long ago they'd lost all the mundane joys and could only remember the torments. That's why you'd fought Jinu from the start because a catchy song wasn't enough. A handsome face and good moves wasn't enough. They couldn't have been out here, masking in front of cameras and fans to completely shut down into zombies outside of it. There had to be some kind of spark of joy or personality to really be the idols they needed to be.
“I used to.. wait-” you slap Baby's arm to make sure he's paying attention “It's payday and I am opening my banking app like this-” Acting it out, both hands are holding up crossed fingers for good luck but only being able to squeak one eye open and even then only the tiniest peak to actually look down at your screen. “Hoping I would have enough after bills for chimaek. So, thank you! Oh Captain, my Captain!” You hold up your beer and the five of you, Abby missing out on family dinner, cheers Jinu, even if Mystery is the only other one who meets it enthusiastically. You’re already chewing another piece of the perfectly crispy, juicy inside, fried little nugget of happiness. “My comfort meal for sure. I'm a simple gal at heart.”
“You’re simple, alright” Baby laughing at his own joke while he says it.
“Nah, really though.” You’re not even gonna let him get you down right now even if earlier he ‘dropped’ the sauciest piece of his intestines-become-outestines ass chicken into your container. Mystery swapped you some of his for the gross pieces, threw himself right on that grenade.
Speaking of, you pointed at him across the table, “Make-believe-five-year-plan?” Early on that little bit of corpo-speak had been your foot in the door for a glimmer of hope. It was always over-the-top and ridiculous, but it had to be when you didn’t really know what your world would look like a month from now. Probably the only reason Gwi-Ma hadn't squashed it either. Amusement parks. Evil-villian islands. Personal menagerie.
Mystery gulps he clears his mouth so fast, “Mountainside forest. Abandoned temple. No humans.” You’d both talked about this at length. There were plans so it better exist out there, perfectly imagined, with the stream and hot springs and in ‘abandoned but not too run down’ condition. And no spiders, even if Mystery said he would kill them for you, you’d rather they just.. Not.
“No. Humans.” you’re slamming your palm on the table like it's a gavel, and now it's official. Decided. You turn to Romance, his chair pulled as close to yours as possible but he’d at least restrained himself from pawing your thigh through dinner. “What do you think? Sound nice?” You were just dreaming and hoping, grasping at straws for your own little world. “Oh, and it’s invite only,” you quickly tack on, turning to wave your chopsticks at Baby before shoveling some more food in your mouth.
“I’ll be in my volcano,” taking another bite before Baby finished his whole thought, “I don’ give a fuck about your trees.”
Romance lets out one singular chuckle, his signature move before he ends someone’s whole career. “Honey, I have seen your ‘closet'- you have a whole ass room that’s divided down the middle. Not for twins, but for shoes and bags.” Starting with some air quotes, the gestures were devastating. “Are you going to take those to the temple? Huh? What about-” You just hold your hands up over your ears and start doing the ‘la la la I’m not listening’ thing to him.
It’s not long before all the food, even the extra order for the brother missing in action, is devastated and everyone is wrapping up. “I’m off to bed-” Jinu announces.
“Don’t forget to grab the-” you point out the notebook of call sheets and papers you’d collected, anything handed to him that was handed to you to keep track of during the day- if all the emails and notifications you’d sent him already weren’t enough. On top of it all, it's not like you wouldn’t see him in less than ten hours anyway..
He sweeps it up along with his gym bag before rapping the edge of papers on the table as he walks past, keeping it pointed like it's a threat the whole time he walks out of view. “Don’t stay up too late, kids. See you bright and early.”
The others linger, its easier to stay sitting, scrolling and watching the city lights. A bit of light conversation, it's nice- peaceful even. Baby must have finally filled his social battery, suddenly deciding he's sick of the lot. He pushes up from the table with a screech of chair legs, and really does try to make the noise on purpose every time. He wanders for the trash can and instead of any kind of sorting or recycling he just arm sweeps it all right into a bag before doing the vague ‘here you go’ gesture with the can towards Mystery who takes the easy option presented and bulldozes the pile of garbage with both hands. There is a quick “See ya,” and a “Night.”
And just like that.. Quiet.
Then, a warm palm on your thigh. It starts on the outside, tracing a gentle arc down towards your knee before his fingers sweep over to your inner thigh and it’s like you can hear the Jaws music playing, a tingling sensation that's indistinguishable between fear and excitement racing up your spine. He is sweeping higher, you are already moving knowing that you have to shoot your hand down and catch it. Chuckling weakly you tease him. “Point-two milliseconds?” clicking your tongue, “Losing your edge, old man.” He makes you regret that little quip by smirking and squeezing down, you quickly fight back the noise that tried to tear out of you to redirect it to a sharp exhale.
But there’s the click of a door. You throw his hand off just as fast as he draws it back, instead yours darts out to snatch your can off the table and inconspicuously finish your last sip. Romance jumps up with containers in hand. It’s Jinu, freshly showered with damp hair and a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, looking down at his phone. “Good, you're still here,” he says from the end of the hall.
“Just about to head down for the night,” you try to sound convincing, the real tiredness lending to your cause as you yawn.
“Short notice- not tomorrow, but the day after. I’m sending you something.”
Your screen flashes. “Huntr/x fan signing?”
“We're gonna crash it.” He comes sit next to you, you're already able to tell he has everything all worked out. “Tomorrow you'll need to find out what time the venue is allowing people to start lining up. We're going to be first in line so that-”
The guffaw that comes out of Romance is cruel and cutting. “I am not fucking hearing this right now.” Claws sunk into the granite to steady him, amber eyes flashing in the dim lights. “When it matters to you, we won't just stand in line all night, we have to be the first ones there?” It would almost feel better if he was yelling and screaming, but the even tone dripped with malice.
The eyes flash to you for confirmation, or maybe it's a plea and you missed the mark. A weak “Please..” asking him to be reasonable, like he was ever the problem in this.
“Of course, you're just going to do whatever he asks!” There’s that yelling you had craved a second ago, but now you're wincing at the words. It hurts most because he's right- until he isn't. It quickly becomes about wounded pride and he can't help but twisting the knife. “Without a care? Or single thought of your own!?”
A sharp screech pierces the air followed by a thundering crash. Romance had swiped his claws clean through, fracturing the stone and sending chunks flying into the opposite wall, accompanied by a brief shower of rubble and dust mushrooming in the still air. The abstract moody painting hung crooked, canvas torn and hanging, the thin wall tile behind it had spiderwebbed with pieces sloughing off.
“Pathetic!” he barked. Neither you or Jinu say anything, the two of you don't even move as you wait for the storm to pass, your hands folded in your lap with a passive stare, downcast. In a pop of smoke he's gone, but you take the breath you don't even know you're holding, your body slumping from tense to relief, hearing the door slam shut so forcefully objects all over the apartment rattle.
He hadn't run away, not really. You could still fix this. All of it.
Romance needed time to cool down anyway, so first things first. Jinu can have his ‘special mission’, and you would shake or speak or heel on command, just like Romance said you would. At the end of the day it was Gwi-Ma pulling the strings, all of your lives were in his hands and he could decide at any moment to call ante and drag you all down. Jinu's plans had been working, and working well. Regardless of how you wanted to feel about it, or him or them or the whole thing altogether, that was the fineprint. Captain hadn't steered you into rocky waters yet and as First Mate you kept a steady hand at the wheel.
“Anyway,” Jinu moves right on, explaining how they'll show up in the sleeping bags to conceal their identities and take over, you just have to be the one to show up disguised first, since alone you'd raise much less suspicion for Huntr/x staff. “And remember, while we work the girls, you keep going after their manager.”
While he talked you quickly finished cleaning up, the food mess at least for now. Listening dutifully, you’d even discussed what to do in case one of the neighbors had called the police due to the noise. Only a few minutes, a brief and rather one sided conversation. “Leave it,” Jinu instructs you as he steps over the pieces, “I’ll take care of it in the morning. Heh, maybe I’ll leave it and the guilty party-”
“Will it kill you to be humble for ten seconds,” each word hurled like a rock, but the only gesture you made was a vague wave towards the damage. “We both know this is your mess to clean up.” With that you spun on your heel, making the short walk downstairs to your fortress of solitude. You lean back against the door, eyes closed as you let the day wash over you, through you, and out. It became a mindful habit, leaving as much of the bad energy from the day by the door, with the shoes.
Exhausted, dead on your feet, you can feel the pull of the Earth, practically wanting to collapse on the spot.
You know what could fix it? Romance’s magic hands. Fingers ordained to worship and wonder, take care of every need. A thousand kisses to soothe the death by a thousand cuts.
The selfish ache tugs at your heartstrings, you think it before you can stop it. They were breadcrumbs he himself had sprinkled through your subconscious, through conditioning, and it had worked to bring you back to his arms again and again. But even if it's by design, you can’t forgive yourself for that initial gut instinct to use him. The real moral test comes not from your first reaction, but rather your resolution, what you actually act on. Your eyes fly open, your mouth drawn into an impossibly delighted smirk before reaching for your phone.
‘If it’s important to you, it’s important to me. I’ll be ready in 30’
To be fair, you didn’t know if it would work, but you had to try so try you had, sending your dove of peace off through the ether and putting it out of your mind as you focus on getting ready. Really pushing yourself with that timeline and the goals you had, so it would never work if you didn’t somehow magically get in the shower fifteen minutes ago. But by some miracle you’re swiping a gel spoolie over those pesky flyaways determined to ruin your look when you hear the debonair voice from the other room, instantly sending your heart fluttering in your chest.
“Uh-oh, I already smell my favorite perfume,” you all but run around the corner, slipping your earrings in so he can get more of the full effect when he sees you- except you half ruin it because you’re just too excited that he didn’t ice you out.
“You never responded so I wasn’t sure-”
Romance’s jaw is on the floor. “Oh, I’m really in trouble..” is all the more he can muster. Which is saying something.
The dress is designer, vintage, and cost far more than what it was worth but when you two had come across it at one of those black box consignment stores he'd insisted you try it on. In the end you had won out and forced him to leave it behind. However, there’s no telling a demon ‘no’, I’m afraid, especially one that finds himself in great excess of wealth and poor of sense. It had showed up in your closet one day without a word said. You’d never been able to find a chance to wear it for him, maybe you hadn’t really tried, but tonight would be different.
“Isn’t that my line?” Sweet and contrite, you close the distance with a measured swagger. You cup your hand on his cheek and look deep into his eyes, hoping that he’s able to look through to see the truth behind the words as you whisper “I’m sorry,” hardly letting it hang in the air before you’re snaking your arms around his neck and pulling yourself against his chest. Your brow resting on his collarbone as you mumble it into his shirt again. Both of you have too many things to apologize for but you can’t seem to single out one to actually speak truth to aloud. You can’t manage to find the words you really wanted to speak: ‘Do you still love me?’
For a second, he is stone but with a chuckle he melts into you like putty, a hand flying to your hip as the other gently lifts your face, he’s looking down at you tenderly. “Now who’s the one stealing the script?” The effortless charming smile and bright gleam in his eyes falters with worry and fear, a thumb ghosting your cheekbone like you might not even be real “I was out of line. I mean, fuck Jinu, but.. you. I can’t believe I-”
You shut him up with a kiss, grabbing him by the face and pulling him down to meet you. The crash of your lips was like cymbals, it resonated in waves and filled the room. It’s harmonious. Powerful. Trying to pull your lips off is like breaking magnets apart, and it’s still only enough to break the seal and steal some air. Your lips catching against his as you try to speak.
“We can talk later.” It’s unclear who is winning in the grappling match of affection, fighting to keep the suffocating closeness. Your nails grasping his jaw while your hips are sorrowfully bare as his palms rest on both sides of your neck, each finger needily pulling your lips into his as he pecks you between sentences, and sometimes between words. “We’re already stealing time we don’t have-”
Romance’s eyes flicker over your shoulder. This time it's your chance to interrupt him by kissing into his words. “Why go out to eat mwehn we have food at home?” Long thumbs framed your face, gently twisting so your head was pointing towards the plush elephant in the room, your absurdly giant bed complete with sheets as soft as clouds, adorned with a collection of pillows and plushies.
You glance to your bed then back to him and with a slow blink you deliver the killing blow, but you tried to show you at least regarded the suggestion. “Out of the question. You know the rules.”
Releasing his grip, he changes tactics. Fingertips drag wide across your shoulders and following the curve of your waist to your hips. He gently urges his chin free with a twist, bringing it to your neck, buzzing with excitement you suck in a breath, expecting the feel of his lips- “Pleeeaaaaase?” he's whining, pleading it against your skin, “Pretty pretty pretty pretty prETTY PLEEAAASe?”
“No!” you howl in conjunction with a dismissive chuckle. Ultimate ban. This was the one thing that had been carved out special for you and only you. Besides, you knew it would be the ultimate slippery slope. Too easy, too convenient. The bed became jokingly referred to as Pandora's Box, both due to it seeming irreversible and haha ‘box’.
“You called me pathetic earlier?” you jab, only because you know how to read him so well.
He flicks his head up, running his fingers through his hair to make sure it falls back into place the way he wants. Flashing a grin like a wolf, he asks “Can't fault me for trying, right?” You give him a flat stare but pinch the front of his shirt and give it a light yank as a warning. “I commend you, my dear. Once again you remain the Immovable Object. Perhaps the lady would be interested in trying the sofa?” Your personal sex sommelier suggests, but you shake your head dryly. “I hear the terrace is lovely-”
“No way,” you give him another tug by the fabric.
“Allow me to show you our assortment of gags and then we can retire to the tasting room,” a grand sweep of a hand to signify he means his room upstairs, eyebrows wagging morse code at you that seem to say ‘we'll be quiet’ or maybe ‘no one will know’.
Two can play that game. Breaking away dramatically, you turn like you're storming out, only to stop just as suddenly. A bracing hand on your make-up vanity, gathering the heavy embroidery of the long skirt subtly with the other for maximum effect, you throw it so it fans wide as you spin. Perched and posed, your leg on display with the high slit, you ask “Does this mean nothing to you?” before drawing your hand down your side like a display model, keeping one smooth motion you draw it back to end against your forehead.
“No! It's everything!” He cries, fists balled against his chest, falling to his knees as he shuffles closer. “You're everything to me and more, my love!”
You hold the pose like there's a delay in a photo shoot. “No, really, I got dressed up.” It's a lighthearted giggle but what follows is a factual statement. “We're going out.” You break formation to take a step closer, holding out your hand to help him up off his knees when there's a blast of the signature demon pink in front of you, but his hand flies out to firmly grasp your wrist through the cloud.
Yanking, you pull him out of the haze, revealing a magical girl outfit change. As if he had walked right off the red carpet and into your bedroom, he is rocking a full three-piece suit. The fit is so perfect it's undeniably supernatural. The main color of the suit is a luxurious black, thin pinstripe accents appear as you get close enough that is the same color as the deep mulberry of his button-down shirt. The lapels and tie are a shiny black satin for a stunning two-tone effect. The real showstopper though is a bursting floral pattern, like a diagonal slash across his torso the jacket features peonies and mugunghwa, stitched in by hand in a realistic blush of white and pink. It's art. A walking trailer for a drama, capturing that feeling of petals caught in a breeze and hoping your crush leans in to kiss you.
“You'll never catch me bringing down the dress code,” sultry confidence in his voice as he adjusts the golden Saja lion cufflinks. Never to miss accessories there are a couple rings spread across left and right, as well as a rotating collection of piercings he's always changing the jewelry for- so he had carefully stuck to the same gold tone as yours for the outfit.
“Never ever,” you agree, this time it's your jaw on the floor. “I wanted to do something special for you. It wasn't throwing down the gauntlet or anything, but I know when I've been outdone sir.” You're still marveling, giving him a couple genuine golf claps while drinking him in, until you notice an overlooked detail. Except there's no way that's possible, another gem of Romance's love language, how much is said in the small things. You feel like you're being led on, no way you're this predictable, you roll your eyes but like a loose string there is an undeniable urge to see it unfurl.
“You forgot your pocket square!” you slap a scandalized hand to your forehead. Motioning the universal ‘follow me’ sign before managing the tripping hazard of your dress by gathering up a handful in one while also hooking your index finger in his empty breast pocket, pulling him along to a drawer. “And I almost forgot my panties! How silly-” you laugh it off so innocently and his smile belies that this was in fact the very thing he dreamed up. “Two Susies, one stone- You wouldn't mind holding onto them just in case I need them later, right?”
“I couldn't imagine any scenario where that would be the case, but I would be honored,” folding a sincere hand across his heart.
After flitting over your options, you’re torn between a pair with a richer color that helps keep the look weighted, or a cutesy pink with frills really a pop accenting the flower details and Romance’s hair. You had to see them both, standing back to make a proper decision, ultimately going with the clean, more tailored look. Ironic, as you invent some unconventional folding techniques on the spot, but no one would be the wiser once you’ve got them tucked in just so.
“How do I convince Jinu we need to wear more suits?” Romance asks, twisting to get a better view of himself in the vanity mirror.
“I don’t know,” you lean in to lightly scratch at his chest, more of a frolic as playful and light as your nails skitter across the linen of his vest “But I’m going to wrack my brain too. I need more of this.”
All too comfortable you fold into walking arm in arm as he leads you back to the very split-room closet he was making fun of you for earlier. “We have to complete the look.”
You pulled your arm free to start observing the shoe wall, looking for a couple pairs that you had in mind. Meanwhile, Romance already knows which bag you need, like the choice was obvious he leaves it slung on his elbow as he takes his spot by your side without delay. “I’ve got a pair in mind,” you explain, “but open to suggestions. I wont have much to throw in that purse though so if you instead want to peruse the spicy drawer...”
It’s not faster than the instant the word ‘spicy’ leaves your mouth that it’s sliding open. He keeps making thinking noises, muttering like he’s solving relativity while stepping back to study you like theorems on a chalkboard. It’s giving the math lady meme, and you were a little worried and a little giddy at the same time. His musings only made worse as you rummage more vigorously having to dig and hunt. “They have to be somewhere! I know Abby’s not borrowing my five-inch stilettos for his date. It’s not like I-- wait! AHA!!!” You had to crawl up on the countertop to be able to get to the top cubbies, makes sense you hid them all the way up here it wouldn’t be a go to choice but it’s not like you were going to really be doing any walking and the dress was made for someone that was taller than you so you could use any advantage, not to mention the drama. Once you have them in hand you spin around yelling “VIctory!” but gulp down the triumph as you realize now you have to figure out how to get down.
“Prince Charming is coming, darling, give me one second.” He had a good eye to watch as people make stupid decisions and have a plan ready to save them for when it goes wrong, not depriving himself of getting to still watch them be stupid. Usually it was you two joining forces to make sure Mystery stopped biting stagehands or make sure Abby wouldn’t break something because he was bored and fidgeting- but he is reactive and you were proactive.
One hand steadying your balance, with the slim metal heel posts of both shoes held in the fingers of your free hand, you watch as he neatly finishes packing whatever he’s decided he needed for his tool chest, except instead of one of those Victorian doctor’s gladstone bags it’s your purse. Romance, solving hysteria, one orgasm at a time. Meanwhile, you remain stranded, absently kicking your leg, feeling the weight of the dress and swish of the skirt. The embroidery making a gentle shimmery sound, soft clicks of the beads.
When he finally struts over, he takes a second to unbutton the jacket and place his hands on his hips, “Sorry I’m looking for a damsel in distress, is her tower somewhere around here,” he’s glancing around, “All I see is Mommy Mountain.”
“Stop,” he knew you had deadly weapons you could throw at his head right?
“Step on me,” he’s insufferable, a toothy grin ear to ear. You do fake him out that you are gonna start hucking, and he ducks away while throwing up an arm to protect his head. “If you throw them at me I get to put them on you. I won’t make it weird.”
“You make everything weird,” you blow a raspberry down at him, he holds up his palms at you in surrender as he steps closer to lovingly brush his hand over the calf of you leg poking out the slit. He knew what you were into and what you weren’t, teasing you about it and getting the reaction was fun but actually crossing a boundary and seeing you crawl out of your skin wasn’t something he was interested in. Again, his mindset is we may as well have a good time. Make the stupid decision. Get laid. Start a demon boy band.
“Can you blame me for wanting to leave you trapped up there? I enjoy looking up at you so much I could stay here forever.”
“I’m not trapped!” you huff, you had been doing so much training it seems too silly to admit fighting Hunters that want to kill you seemed less scary than jumping down. “It’s just a long way is all.”
Arms thrown out in the universal uppies sign he motions that he is ready to catch you. “Trust fall. I’ve got you.”
You turn and jokingly act like you’re saying a prayer, if only a little part of you somewhere feels bad that if it had been Mystery or Abby, you wouldn’t have hesitated. From personal experience though you could attest that Romance had no issues carrying you, or manhandling you for that fact, so you let yourself tip backwards. Heart flying into your throat for the momentary drop before you fall effortlessly into a princess carry, arms coming to support your legs and scoop you out of the air by the back of your shoulder blades, and pulling you into a spin.
Somehow, you managed to not smack yourself or him with the shoes, which had been your only goal besides not ending up on the floor, using your other arm to quickly snake around his neck. Your fingers tangle in his hair to pull him down into a kiss. He was going to tip you gently to the ground but with star treatment like this he’s happy to chauffeur you around.
The last step for getting ready to leave is obviously the pièce de résistance in the garment bag hanging near the full length mirror - another one of those rare expensive finds but one that you’d indulged in. You break the liplock by smiling against his mouth as you wriggle free, too excited to slip on the coat that screams ‘he was dead when I found him, officer’, all drama and a fur collar so fluffy you could hide anything in it- bashful glances, dirty words, or the barrel of a gun. Right now though it's the curl of a beckoning finger.
“Front and center, stud.” pointing to the exact spot you wanted him to stand in front of the mirror before taking the time to straighten his tie. All so you could strategically drape yourself over one shoulder, he is a more than willing participant in being posed on. You throw your leg over his thigh but with a sigh and your lips pulled into an expression of tenuous doubt, you twist to hand him one of the shoes before pointing your toes and looking away. He makes a small dignified squeak of happiness, feeling very much the fairytale prince at the ball. He takes advantage of how you threw your head back as he kisses your neck while slipping it on.
“It’s absolutely criminal we’re not going to an event.” He’s sliding his phone out to snap a fit check, stopping to give you the questioning side eye to which you give the ‘send it to me’ nod before finalizing your pose. A little memento tucked away for either of you to look back at in those many instances you can’t be alone. Too smart to incriminate yourselves with anything more than playing dress up. And truly that's what it is, with each passing domesticity you two play at being a couple, a real couple with a real life and mundane worries and if only it was as easy as zippers and buttons..
When you get to the landing to get ready to walk out the door, you hold onto his shoulder while properly stepping into and pulling on your heels. The way he laughs at you and takes the keys when you fumble locking the door to your apartment. Chit chat about silly videos you saw, or something reminded me of you, a food place we have to try. Down the elevator and a short walk arm in arm and Romance is holding open the passenger side door for you.
Not quite midnight, eight am call time out of your minds. The sound system is turned up while the glow of Seoul’s lights reflect off the glass, as you and Romance zip off hand in hand to your late night adventure.
Pornstar (Incubus Abby Saja x Reader X Incubus Romance Saja, NSFW)
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PART 2:
Playlist: Love me by ex habit, Scream my name by Thomas LaRosa, Die for me by Chase Atlantic, Cold Blooded by Chris Grey, Southbound by Artemas, Cyber Sex by Doja Cat (Links lead to Spotify)
Words: 7.5k
Tags: First person, female reader, pornstar Abby, fingering, cunnilingus, p n v sex, no protection, creampie, public sex, spanking, teratophilia, demons and incubus, Abby is a little rough, Abby uses his Incubus charm on reader if you squint a little. ROMANCE IS NOW INCLUDED IN THIS PART. MFM. Threesome.
Summary: Abby Saja is a pornstar. Reader is obsessed with him. What happens when she has the chance to fuck the very man she’s obsessed with?
Art by me.
I proofread as best as I could. Thank you to @pinkpuppipawz for beta reading!
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READER
Do you want to try something different?
The text from Abby came out of nowhere while I was still at work. I stared at my phone, luckily still on break as many questions filled my head.
Abby could mean anything. Trying different restaurant or food. A new movie. But he’s a man with a high sex drive, so I know exactly what he’s referring to. He wants to try a new kink, or a new sex position. I wouldn't even be surprised if he asked me to peg him.
I mean I’m down. I’m always down for something new in my sex life, but I have to prepare myself for the weirdest requests sometimes. Whether it’s trying a cock sleeve with a knot on it, or eating his cum out of a fleshlight.
Sure, what is it? I finally managed to move my thumbs across my keyboard.
Do you want to have a threesome with me and Romance?
I nearly jump out of my bed and run straight to his house to shake him while violently screaming “WHAT THE FUCK?”
Because what the fuck?
Don’t get me wrong. Abby and I aren’t exclusive. We aren’t dating. He was free to fuck anyone he wanted as long as he communicated it for STD purposes and such. In fact, he hasn’t even taken me to meet the other Saja Boys, let alone Romance. Then again, I fucked Abby without barely knowing him. Romance would be no big deal.
I just didn’t expect him to ask that. I had no idea he was fucking his other bandmates behind the scenes.
You alive over there?
Barely, you gave me a heart attack. Next thing I know, you’re going to ask me to fuck Jinu with you.
The next text was a bit late. My break was nearly over.
I mean, he’s said he’s down. He just won’t on camera. His cock is a bit camera shy. ;)
My head reeled at that comment. I don't know which one to address first.
I don't mind, just don't forget my rules. He needs to test negative for a test before we fool around. My fingers flew across the phone keyboard as I responded to my fuck buddy. This whole…Sleeping around, and especially with multiple men wasn't something I was used to doing.
Greatttt. He's with me right now. Says he's excited. He's always wanted to be on camera with me. He's been watching the two of us fool around. Thinks it's hot. He thinks you're hot too. ;)
My cheeks and my neck flushed. I rubbed at them, making them more red from the friction of my fingers.
How soon can we do it? Abby added.
How about tomorrow? You plan on recording it? We can just do it then since we already had plans to record.
Sounds good. I want to watch as he fucks you. Might fuck him and then fuck you…
Goddamn Abby and his stupid dirty talk. It always got me wet and needy at the worst of times. He knew I was at work.
I almost want to ask him if they were interested in doing it tonight, but I have to do my cleansing ritual to make sure that I was nice and clean for the camera, just so Abby can fuck me and make me the dirtiest girl.
I returned home from work, my texts with Abby becoming limited until then. I let him know that I loved his dirty texts just not when I was trying to work. But the moment that I'm home, I get into the bathroom and stripped down to nothing. I lifted my phone and snapped a photo of my breasts, pinching my nipples with my thumb and pointer finger. I opened Abby's chat, seeing that it was my turn to answer him. Instead, I sent the nude and set my phone on the sink counter.
I heard my ringtone go off right as I slipped into the shower, using the body wash and shampoo Abby loved. Admittedly, I loved it when he buried his face into the back of my neck and my hair when he was fucking me from behind. I imagined his cock inside of me, missing him deep inside me.
Strange.
I had a strange realization.
The more I fucked Abby Saja the more I became addicted to him.
My cunt drooled at the thought of him being inside me tomorrow.
Not only that, but I would have Romance Saja too. I loved it when I got a fucking bonus.
Every Saja Boy was hot in their own way, but there was something different about Romance and Abby.
I touched myself, relieving myself with a quick orgasm before slipping out of the shower. I had a towel on my head and around my waist when I checked my phone.
Two Notifications from Abby Saja.
"Two? I'm a special girl, ain't I?" I smirked to myself in the mirror and leaned against the counter before pulling Abby's messages up.
My eyes bulged at what I saw.
I was a lucky girl indeed.
Because Abby had sent a picture of his cock.
Not only that but it was a picture of Romance with his mouth wrapped around Abby's cock, his lips all the way stretched to the base.
Abby's message under it read, He was clean and a bit too eager. Don't worry, babe. I'll make sure he's not too tired for tomorrow. Are you excited?
Oh fuck, Abby didn't know the meaning of excited. Now, normal people would probably gasp and cry that their partner had just sent a naughty picture of them fucking another person, but this only made me more horny. I don't think one shower was going to be enough tonight.
I put my foot on the sink and spread my legs, enough for me to slide my camera between my legs. I took a picture of my bare cunt, which was wet from not only just the shower but for Romance's and Abby's performance.
I sent the phone along with another message, If you fuck his ass, can you send me pictures?
Abby's response came instantly, like he had his phone in his hand as he waited for me to reply. I'm going to save the fun bits like that for tomorrow but I can send you this…
I sat on the edge of the tub and rubbed my aching cunt as I waited for his response. A few minutes later he sent a video. It was of him and Romance with their cocks pressed together, Abby jerking them both off at the same time. Both males moaned like heathens before they came, cum getting all over their bare chests and hands. Romance put his face into the camera, his pink hair falling delicately over his shoulders before he slowly ate their mixed cum directly off his fingers. One by one.
"Can't wait to be inside of you tomorrow, babe~" He winked and blew a kiss at me. That's when the video ended, leaving me with a throbbing cunt that was desperate to be filled with a cock.
I came around my fingers but it wasn't as nearly as satisfying.
You both are assholes for that. I should cancel tomorrow just for that.
We both know you won't do that. Besides, we're both horny as fuck. But we're trying to be good boys so we're nice and needy for you. We won't do anything else.
I dropped the phone to my chest and took a deep sigh. Yeah, tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.
Rolling onto my side, unsatisfied, I fall asleep and have the most erotic dream of Romance and Abby taking turns on one hole before they switch over and each take one of my other two holes.
Whatever Abby had done to me the moment we first had sex with each other, he turned me into a dirty, addicted beast.
Tomorrow came. I debated on taking another shower in the morning, but decided that lotion would be just fine. I had a good breakfast. Something that wouldn't make me feel too bloated before heading out the door. Even if we wouldn't begin right away, I knew that the first thing I wanted to do was get to Abby's house and acquaint myself with the new Saja Boy. If he was going to be up in my guts, then I needed to get to know the real him and not the Idol him I was used to seeing at the signings and the stages.
The thing about seeing Abby as pornmaster, I got to see the intimate side of him. Something that made you feel connected to him.
I make it to the apartment and rung the doorbell. I checked on my face through my handheld mirror as I wait for Abby or Romance to answer.
That was assuming Romance stayed the night with Abby.
I checked my makeup. I always went on the heavier side even if by the end of the night it would be leaking off my face since Abby usually made me sob in pleasure. I had recently began to let Abby show my face on the screen but only when I was caked with makeup and wore wigs—the colors usually changing depending on the vibe that Abby and I wanted to portray together. We always tried to match vibes.
It was starting to feel like our show considering I still have been the one and only girl he's invited to fuck on camera. He hasn't even brought up the thought of another person.
Until now. Until Romance. I was secretly excited that it was a Saja Boy and not a woman. I won't lie, I am a super fucking jealous woman and don't want to share him with another one.
The door clicked and I quickly hid the compact mirror behind my back.
Romance greeted me at the door, giving me that same smirk that he showed in the video.
Yes. I memorized it. Yes, I watched it multiple times and heard their amazing sounds in my dreams.
"Darling, you're here." Romance twirled his fingers between my hair, gently tugging me forward so I pressed against his chest. "Abby's in the shower."
Now that I was torn away from his face, I could see that his hair was still slightly damp and he smelled of floral shampoo and body wash. Roses specifically. It seemed that he and I had the same ritual.
"You smell amazing, Rome…"
"Just for you." He moved his hands from my hair to my shoulders before he tugged me inside. Sure enough, I fell more against him, the door closing behind me. I was instantly shoved up against it, one of Romance's large hands above my head, having slammed the door shut.
"We're going to have so much fun tonight. I'm already so fucking excited." He growled at me, taking my hand and forcing me to feel the hardness that was hardly being contained in his jeans. I'm surprised a button hadn't popped. "I'm glad to have you to myself for a moment. I know Abby's going to be a selfish bastard later."
The breath in my throat was caught. Romance was so dangerously addicting, his beauty far surpassing that of any woman.
"Can I kiss you?" His face was already so close to mine as he asked. "Please? Or are you going to make me wait?"
Considering how they fucked me over the night before with that video of them jerking each other off, I should tell him no. Tell him to fuck off and kiss himself, but I can't. The words literally can't leave my mouth as I stared him deep in the eyes, almost hypnotized with swirling yellows.
"O-Of course you can. Please kiss me, Rome."
Romance laughed, hand stroking my hair before falling against my cheek. "I didn't even have to ask you to beg." He snickered and leaned forward, kissing me on the lips.
It was just as hungry as mine. I was fucking starving. We grabbed at each other, barely able to make it to the couch before Romance began to pull at my sleeves, tearing them down far enough to show off my shoulders. His lips went from mine to my cheek, my neck, then lastly to my shoulder. They were soft, and not at all chapped like Abby's occasionally were (I had to buy him chap stick). The kiss started off soft, like he was being gentle with me. Testing the waters. Then the moment our eyes met, I knew he was about to kick up the intensity.
By pursing his lips and sucking on the spot on my shoulder.
A helpless moan escaped my lips. It was too loud. Even with the running water, Abby could probably still hear us back in the bathroom. But Romance didn't stop, and didn't let up. My body became weak underneath him and I found that I kept leaning back until my back actually touched the cushions of the couch. Romance followed me eagerly, his body sliding up against mine, knee slipping between my thighs where home-base was leaking.
The two of us were lost in the kiss. I didn't realize the door to the bathroom had opened and Abby stepped out until he was relaxed on the back of the couch. I don't notice him until I see his smirking face hovering over Romance's shoulder.
"Abby!" I gasped.
Instantly, I put my hands on Romance's shoulders and tear him away from my lips. The expression that I give Abby is that one of guilt, like I had been caught doing something bad. However, the expression that I received back was the exact opposite. Hungry and entertained. Abby's hair was still wet, some droplets dripping off the ends of his locks, like he had rushed to get out of the shower rather than properly drying off.
Romance chuckled and tucked hair behind my ear. "Don't worry dear. Abby is one who likes to watch, if you would believe it. If you hadn't noticed him, he would have just let us do our thing."
"You got me there, Rome." Abby moved from behind the couch and flopped down on the other side, helping push me back up with his side. Now I was squashed shoulder to shoulder with both males. Abby touched my cheek gently before he grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "But that doesn't make me feel any less jealous that Romance tried to begin without me. I nearly slipped in the shower when I heard you moan, Songbird. It would have been unfortunate if I fell and snapped my neck because Romance was being selfish."
"Don't worry, I was just trying to get you to hurry up~" Romance took advantage of the position to kiss my exposed neck. Romance would mark me up for sure.
The next few minutes passed slowly, lips on lips. I would be kissing Romance for a minute, then switch to Abby. Or Abby and Romance would kiss. My lips would be on the sides of their mouths, wanting to have them both at the same time.
Abby sat there naked, cock actively becoming hard the longer we all kissed. While he and I kissed, Romance grabbed at my clothes and messily began to remove them. He slapped my thigh when he wanted me to lift my hips for my pants and my panties to come off. This forced my lips to became detached from Abby, who gave me his half-lidded horny expression. Abby grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for another kiss. I felt as Romance's fingers brushed against the back of my shoulders, popping my bra hooks. He deliberately moved his hands to the front, letting his slender fingers brush against my nipples and my breasts as he removed the cups. The moment my breasts were free, both Romance and Abby grabbed at my breasts, each one on one as they pulled and twisted my nipples.
Pathetic moans escaped my mouth. Abby's tongue darted into my mouth.
I was distracted, but felt Romance's hand move from my breast to mu cunt, where his middle finger speared my entrance. He tilted his head, his tongue joining my nipple before his mouth completely wrapped around it.
We remained like that for a long time. Abby's mouth on mine. Romance's mouth on one nipple then the other while his finger simultaneously jutted in and out of my cunt. I didn't care that I couldn't breathe.
Romance broke the rhythm first. He pulled his finger out and tapped Abby on the face. Abby pulled from the kiss, chuckling at the other male raised his middle finger.
"I can't tell if you're trying to be nice to me, or tell me 'fuck you'," He laughed before taking Romance's hand, wrapping his dangerous mouth around the finger, instantly sucking on it. I watched as his cheeks hallowed, slightly bobbing up and down.
Romance pressed his free hand against his hip. That's when I noticed that he was still fully dressed. "It can be both~" he teased Abby before pulling his finger free, spit lining from the tip of his finger to the man's mouth. "As long as you're nice."
I whined, drawing both the male's attention. I reached out and looped my fingers in the loops of Romance's jeans, dragging him closer until my chin rested against the top of his belt. "You're still so clothed, Rome. Aren't you going to get undressed with us?"
Romance's eyes softened and he petted the top of my head. "Don't worry, dear. Just kiss Abby again and everything will be just fine."
"You heard the man. Get over here." Abby nipped at my lips again before kissing me. I was slightly in his lap, feeling his cock twitch every few seconds. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Romance strip down into nothing. His cock was hard, not nearly as long or girthy as Abby's but still very pretty and flawless. He stroked it a few times before kneeling the two of us. For a moment, I was confused at what he was doing…Until he wrapped a hand around Abby's cock and stroked it up and down. Abby moaned right against my lips, but his eyes remained closed and his lips remained on mine.
Romance wrapped his mouth around the cock head of Abby's before pushing all the way down. His throat positively bulged as he skillfully took the cock down as far as he could. His tongue was out a little, giving the cock some extra wet friction on the shaft. Abby whined and whimpered in ways that I had never heard from him, and into my mouth where I could consume directly. Romance looked like an expert in oral. I wonder what he would feel like wrapped around my aching clit.
Abby kept whining, panting against my lips. The blissed-out expression on his face showed me just how much pleasure Romance was giving him. He could barely kiss me back now, so I moved my attention to another sensitive spot. His nipples. I licked at the area, tongue lapping at the cold metal of his piercings before I wrapped my mouth completely around the area, sucking it while Romance sucked him off.
Romance pulled off the man's cock with a loud pop, hand stroking up and down. "He just twitched in my mouth. He's so close. Do you want to share his cum with me?"
I left Abby's nipple before peering down at Romance, nodding eagerly. "Yes please."
Romance stopped instantly, squeezing Abby's shaft like he was trying to prevent him from cumming. "Then get down here and suck him off, baby. He tastes so fucking good."
As I slipped onto my knees on the floor, Romance removed his hand from around Abby's cock and used his fingers to gather my hair and holding it out of my face, his fingertips gently massaging my scalp as he did so. He pushed my head down but I still eagerly moved by my own accord, wrapping my own mouth and my own tongue around his cock.
Abby moaned weakly.
This made Romance chuckle. "That's it, baby, keep going. Make Daddy cum." Romance pressed his pelvis against my ass, his cock slipping between my wet folds. He wasn't penetrating me, but he could if he wanted to. This made me weak in the knees, letting the male rut against my pussy from behind push my head up and down on his partner's cock at the same damn time.
My hips moved on their own accord, grinding up and down on the male's cock.
A third hand joined the mess that was now my hair. Abby's fingers twirled between my hair. There was now a steady rhythm as the two forced me up and down. Three hands became two as Romance wrapped his fingers around my throat. He doesn't place any pressure on me so I assume it's because he wanted to feel how much Abby bulged me.
When I had first sucked Abby's cock, it took a lot of work to fit him inside my mouth, let around my throat. I gagged a few times, but ever the patient man, Abby never rushed me and even showed me a few tricks to help me through it without any discomfort.
Now, I was an expert.
Now probably not Romance-level. Just an expert alongside him.
But at least I could bob my head up and down, lips almost meeting Abby's pelvis without a single flaw. I used a combination of breathing skills and throat work Abby had taught me.
"Look how good she takes your cock, Abby. You taught her well, though I do think you should have let me teach her. She would have been godly-level by now." He chuckled.
Abby apologized through a pornographic moan. "You were so busy, but fuck I should have. I want the two of you to suck on my balls…"
Romance laughed.
What I think are Romance's hands pulled me completely off of Abby's cock, spit getting everywhere. Even though I had been breathing through my nose, I still gasped and panted for air as I freed myself. I think we're about to do Abby's request by sucking on his balls but instead Romance moved to kneel next to me.
Romance kissed my swollen lips before he licked up the spit up on me and Abby. Then he took Abby back into his mouth, hand wrapped around the base. He bobbed his head up and down fast. I knew that he was trying to get Abby to cum. To help, I used both my hands to squeeze and massage Abby's balls, giving them a nice squeeze.
A desperate and loud moan escaped Abby's throat. He threw his head back, eyes closing as he bucked his hips up. His thighs clenched, trembling. Romance doesn't flinch as Abby came down his throat. Romance kept his mouth wrapped around the man's cock, throat bobbing as he swallowed everything.
Or at least I thought he swallowed everything. When he pulled off the man's cock he turned, showing me that he still had some cum on his tongue and at the bottom of his mouth. He watched me almost seductively. "Alright baby, get on the couch. I gotta show you how magical my tongue is."
"Yes please…Romance, I need you."
"Oh man, I can't wait for this show…" Abby smirked and crossed his arms behind his head.
I fumbled, trying to get on the couch and assume the position. I held the underside of my thigh, spreading my legs. Abby smirked and helped me, holding onto the knee that was closest to him. He reached between me and spread my cunt with his fingers, displaying me to Romance.
"Huh, would you look at that?" Abby laughed almost cruelly. "She's already clenching around nothing." There was an abrupt slap against my cunt, making me gasp and arch my back slightly, Abby's hand pulled away from the now sore and sensitive area.
Romance tsked, shaking his head. "You have to be gentle with her, Abby~" He teased. "Like this." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against where Abby had slapped, instantly soothing the area like his lips where a magical healing substance. The mixture of pain and instant relief nearly had me cumming on the spot.
Abby spread my lips with his fingers, allowing Romance easy access to lick and suck, to do whatever he fucking pleased. The male between my thighs winked at me. "I'll have you squirting in no time, baby."
"Please, Rome…"
With that, Romance was on my cunt, and all I could see was the heaven and the stars in the entire universe. My head fell back against the couch but instead landed on Abby's meaty arm. It wrapped around me, holding me in place as Romance perfectly ate me out. He somehow was able to figure out the exact pressure I needed and which nerve drove me crazy. He tuned into my body well, figuring out when I needed his tongue inside me or when I needed him wrapped around my clit. The pressure built up faster, making my knees shake, but Abby held one open securely as Romance kept the other pinned down to the couch.
I came in a flash.
While it was embarrassing for me to cum so fast, there was a satisfactory grin that Romance bore pridefully before he pulled back. my slick all over his lips before he licked it off. I sat up, trying to steal a glance between my thighs. I caught glimpses of the remainder of Abby's cum leftover along with my own release.
Both males dropped my limbs. They fell uselessly at my sides.
Then, without warning, Abby scooped me up in his arms.
"Enough foreplay," he said huskily into my ears, "It's time to go fuck you on camera, my precious Songbird. I hope you're ready for this."
Romance raised next to Abby, a hand on his naked hip. "I'll get your makeup and wig on while he sets the cameras up, baby."
I was too shaky from the unholy orgasm from minutes ago to speak.
Romance chuckled. "Speechless, as always. It still gets you speechless, Abby. My oral game is the best." He pinched Abby's cheek.
Abby laughed and swiped his hand away. "Shut up, Rome."
The two moved in sync, heading toward Abby's workstation. Abby set me down on the edge of the bed. Romance joined me, a makeup kit in his hand already.
"Pucker up, sweet one." Romance winked.
Still speechless, I listen to Romance as if I am under his spell. Romance put a pretty layer of makeup on my face all while Abby sets up all the cameras, making sure the lighting was perfect too. Romance took what would usually be an hour for me, down to twenty minutes. He held up a mirror, showing the perfect layer of makeup that somehow changed my appearance perfectly. It wasn't caked on like I did, and looked natural while also hiding my true features. Was there nothing this male could not do?
"Wow…I look perfect. Rome…"
Romance lowered the mirror, his face right in front of me now. He winked. "It's all waterproof too. What color wig do you want this time?" He held out multiple choices for me. I grabbed my favorite unnatural hair color. Romance helped me secure it on my head before kissing me on my lips. Sure enough, my lips don't smudge at all.
Around the same time, Abby finished setting the cameras up, standing before Romance, towering over the two of us. He held the remote recording device in his hand. His cock was harder now, perfectly level with our faces. Romance smirked and took my hand under his, pushing my hand up and down that hard throbbing shaft. Abby twitched again, already beading at the tip with cum.
Abby laughed. "Here's the plan. Romance. You're going to give the fans some service and fuck her on camera. I have multiple cameras set up to get the POV of your cock in her cunt, then of of your face and bodies. I'll watch in the chair, stroking my own cock on camera. Make sure you've got her on her back with your ass in the air when you cum so I can easily slide into your ass from behind. That's when I'll hold the camera to get the perfect view of me fucking your ass. Then we're both going to fuck her ass and cunt at the same time. Sound like a plan?"
Abby spoke like some coach to his team players, all while we still stroked his cock. My head reeled at the game plan, but I was all for it.
"Sounds perfect, babe." Romance gave a thumbs up with his free hand before he checked the positioning for each camera.
Satisfied, he took his hand and mine away from Abby's cock. He cupped my ribs and helped push me up the bed into the perfect position. He repositioned me onto my side and climbed in behind me, his cock instantly sliding into my wet heat from behind. His hand cupped the back of my knee, lifting it into the air to give the camera the perfect view of Romance penetrating me from behind.
I had come a long way from refusing to show my face on camera to now this.
Abby sat not that far from us, seated in what would be called the cuck chair to some people. He was stroking his own cock but I could tell from the longing on his expression that he wished it was Romance's mouth wrapped around it. I couldn't blame him either. Couldn't even be jealous.
Especially not with how Romance's cock was now buried deep inside my guts, pulling in and out as he pounded into me.
"I'm usually nice and slow." Romance moaned against my my neck, nose prodding at my jaw. Indeed he was so fucking fast. One second he was against my cervix and the next he's all the way out and I feel completely empty for only a second before he was back inside me again. My nails dug into the silky sheets of the bed, trying to hold onto something to ground myself. Romance's hips were rutting into me like an animal. Like he hadn't had sex in a whole century. Like the experience he and Abby had the night before didn't exist. And gods did I feel lucky feeling him deep inside me.
Our lips met in a passionate fury. I could taste a hint of strawberries on his mouth and it was downright addicting. It left a strange tingling sensation against my lips but I accounted it to the way he sucked on my bottom lip and left it painfully swollen.
Abby laughed from afar. "Doesn't he taste amazing, Songbird? Sometimes I can't resist a little taste myself." Then he moaned. "Make sure to swallow all of his spit, pretty girl."
"Doesn't it taste so good?" Romance asked in a teasing voice.
I nodded, being fucked dumbly. "Uh-huh…"
Romance forced his tongue into my mouth, hips snapping forward. He was fully seated inside my lower abdomen, settling in like it was his cock's new forever home. He occasionally bucked his hips but other side wasn't giving me anymore friction than a still and full feeling.
"What are you doing, Rome…?"
"Don't worry your little pretty head, sweet thing."
Romance rolled us over so he was pounding into me missionary style. In the position Abby wanted him in. Was he about to cum?
It was a holy experience to have him on top of me. His pink hair fluttered in front of his face and now in my eyes. I would have reached up and brushed the hair out of his face but the position he held me in had me feeling very overwhelmed and my body felt like pure jelly and couldn't move. My cunt and my mouth tingled even more.
Tears slipped from my eyes. "Please, Romance, I need you," I begged with a little whine.
"One second, I think he wants to get a closeup of this, baby." Romance placed a hand on his hip, twisting his body to look behind him. I lifted my head, craning it a little to see Abby with a hand-held camera, pointing it directly between Romance's and mine's thighs. For sure, he was getting a close up of Romance being balls deep inside me, and I bet it was downright sinful.
Without any warning, Romance pushed me back down onto my back and began to thrust painfully hard, the sound of wet smacking hips against hips loud in the air. I screamed, grabbing onto Romance's shoulders, holding onto him for dear life as he slammed inside of me, cock reaching further inside. Romance barely showed any signs of being tired, however he pushed as deep inside of me as he could before cumming inside me, making my whole body pulse in pleasure, cumming just a few seconds after him.
The tingling became an addicting sensation, flowing through my system.
Romance kissed me, hips bucking a few times trying to empty every last drop inside me.
He pulled back and brushed his lips against my chin. "So fucking perfect." He chuckled, kissing my neck next. "Your cunt felt so perfect that I couldn't resist cumming in it so quickly. Abby wasn't lying about it being the best damn dinner in the whole world."
What a weird way to word it but I didn't care. All I cared about was pressing my lips to Romance's, giving him a heated kiss.
There was the sound of a cap popping.
Romance perked up and smirked. "And here's the best part of the whole thing." He pressed his head into my chest, nuzzling me as he stuck his ass into the air. I raised my hips, trying to keep his cock inside me.
Abby hovered over the both of our bodies, a bottle of lube in his hand. He squirted a hefty load all over Romance's ass and smeared the liquid over his spread asshole.I knew the sensation would be a little cold from my own experience, so it was hot to see Romance moan against my breast as his entrance was teased with the lube. I don't know why, but I reached up and helped Romance spread himself by holding his cheeks open for him. It was a bit of a stretch for my arms but Abby gave me an appreciated grin that made me want to get more of his praise.
"Thank you, baby," Abby chuckled, "He already looks so fucked out and I haven't even shoved my cock all the way to his prostate yet." His fingers dived in, a wet squelch in the air.
Romance moaned against my nipple and took it into his mouth. He suckled on it as we all just laid there in blissful silence. Nothing but our frantic breathing could be heard. It was as though all our thoughts synced at the same time. Do we want to move?
Abby made the first move.
His entire frame came down. He first pushed his chest into Romance's back, and in turn it made Romance squash me down into the mattress more. The air was pushed out of my lungs thanks to how how Romance's face crushed me. One of Abby's hands came down, pinning Romance's hand down to the spot next to my head.
"Oh fucccccck, this is Bliss," Romance cried against my chest. I could feel his tears soak into the skin of my breasts.
Abby laughed. Was it just me or did he sound breathless? Was being inside us already too much? "If I could somehow have two cocks inside of you at once, then that would be real fucking bliss. This will have to do."
"Maybe we could switch this up and have you fucked in the ass," Romance said with a whimpering moan, "It's so hard to focus when you have pleasure from both ends." He chewed on his bottom lip, and I had to resist the urge to kiss it.
Then Abby began to thrust, a pattern quickly beginning to form. Whenever Abby pulled out of Romance, the latter male pulled his hips back enough to follow him. Then Abby would give a powerful thrust forward, forcing Romance's cock back inside me while he entered him.
We all whimpered and moaned.
Romance moved his free hand to my side, squeezing the flesh there as his mouth takes out his frustrations on my neck. I know I will be good and marked up tomorrow. A little trophy to commemorate the day.
Abby made and kept the pace, hips continuously plapping forward, plowing into Romance. Rome laid his head on my shoulder, moaning and already lost in the pleasure of being fucked from behind. I kissed the bridge of his nose, fingers locking through his pink hair, holding onto him. His hips slammed messily into mine, getting his cum from earlier all over my thighs and blankets. I kissed him, the two of us sharing one breath and one moan.
A loud smack filled the air. Romance cried out against my lips. When I opened my eyes, Abby's hand was raised and there was a red mark right across Romance's ass. It made my cunt clench right around Romance. "Stop looking so cute underneath me, you two," he threatened.
"Fuck she just clenched around me," Romance sobbed, his hips bucking more erratically only for Abby to smack him again right in the same spot. I never thought I would ever see a submissive Romance before but here he was, right in my arms. I couldn't tell who was more blessed.
"Does that mean you're close, baby girl? I have several rounds left for the two of you."
An extreme pressure covered my body as Abby leaned down far enough to kiss me on the lips. I touched his cheek, barely able to feel Romance leave my body as Abby ferociously pounded us, barely pulling out before slamming back in.
"Shareeee," Romance begged, kissing the sides of our tongue-tied mouths, leaning in to lick and share the salvia. We remained like that for a long time before I patted Abby's arm, needing him to lift himself a little so Romance wouldn't crush me anymore. I needed to breathe. I needed to leave this house without a cracked rib.
Abby lifted, relieving me of that pressure.
Only for a new one to form in the pit of my stomach. All I could do was whine and whimper, looking Romance deep in his brown eyes.
The male linked his fingers with mine. "Ready to cum, baby?"
I nodded my head.
"Go faster, big boy." Romance patted his own ass.
"As you wish~"
With that, Abby focused his thrusts in and out. Within seconds, Romance and I groaned and came together. He floods me for a second time while I cum around his cock. Then we lazily kiss. Abby lasted a few more pumps before filling Romance up to the brim. He had cum once in my ass, and it felt the best. I couldn't imagine how much better it would feel when male's have a legitimate g-spot that was their prostate.
Abby pulled out but Romance remained inside of me. He laid his head lazily against my neck and nuzzled me with his nose. I could tell that he wasn't using his whole weight like before.
"How does the camera look, babe?" he asked Abby.
Abby stood behind the camera. His cock was still half-hard. He's always good for a round or two. I wonder momentarily how many Romance could go. He was still twitching inside me after cumming twice. And he was still perfectly hard.
Abby smirked. "Perfect." He wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it up and down. "It has enough memory for one more round. I want to fill both your asses now."
Well, there was my answer.
Romance smirked against my skin before he wrapped his hands around my ass cheeks, switching our positions so we were on our sides again, but him in the front this time. Abby dived in and rested his chin on my shoulder, kissing the spot as he reached between Romance and me.
Romance didn't complain as Abby pulled him out of me.
"Good girls get to use cum as lube," Abby spoke erotically in my ear.
"What—"
Before I could question him, two fingers dove into my cunt, swirling around and scooping cum out. Abby pulled as much cum as he can out of me, making an even bigger mess as he pulls it to my asshole and pushes it deep inside me. He repeats the actions until I'm nice and wet and stretched for him
"So fucking perfect," Romance groaned. The men kiss over my shoulder, repositioning both their cocks right at home. It was my turn to be the third wheel kisser as their lips met without me. Then they both slam into me. Their tips probably touched while on the inside, a wall of my organs and skin being the only thing separating them.
This round is quick and hard. They either thrusted at the same time or one would thrust in and the other pulled out. The whole thing made my body ache and beg for them. Praises filled my ears as they used me until they came, both loads in both holes making me tremble at the feeling of being full in my lower belly.
A hand rests against my abdomen. I don't know who it belonged to until I saw that it was a hand that came from behind. Abby. He was cupping my belly for some reason.
I quickly forget everything as Abby jetted in and out of my ass so hard, I know my shape would forever be changed thanks to him.
I become putty in their arms, chest against chest and back as we all breathed and held each other.
"You should let me use your girl more often, Abby~"
"What do you think of that, Songbird?"
I nodded my head, the words feeling jumbled in my head before I could word them. "I would like that…"
Next time I wanted both of them in one hole, but didn't want to say that out loud until I knew I was mentally and physically ready for it.
ABBY
I stood behind my Songbird with Romance right beside me. My friend rubbed against his rear, and I had to resist the urge to snicker off to the side. I knew he would be sore tomorrow. Anyone who has had my cock in their ass tended to feel it for days after. I was just a little surprised since this hasn't been mine and Romance's first rodeo together.
My songbird covered her face in pure embarrassment. In front of us was my high tech computer, the video of our deed from hours ago playing on full volume, the sounds of our moans filling up my living space. I needed to make sure everything was uploaded and backed up before I even thought of editing it all. I didn't want to lose this masterpiece of masturbation material.
"Turn it offfff," she whined while smacking my arm, "Everyone is going to hear it."
I laughed, leaning over her shoulder to take the mouse, pausing the unedited video. "Relax, babe. No ones going to hear us. Do you forget that I have soundproof walls?" The moaning stopped as the video paused.
"Whatever." Her pout was cute and adorable. She stood up, the shirt I had given her reaching her mid thigh. Another surprise, considering that most of my shirts were cropped to show off my abs. "I'm going to make us all something to eat. Romance, can you come with me?" She tugged his arm, "Let's leave him alone with his precious video. Maybe he'll work up an appetite after jerking himself off so much."
Romance put his hand over hers, chuckling. "I'll follow you in just a minute or two, darling. Don't wait up."
With that, Songbird left the studio room.
I took the seat she had just left and spun in the spinny chair as I watched Romance's entertained expression.
Romance waited until her steps disappeared before speaking, "How long until you fully corrupt her and make her yours?"
A wicked, devilish grin spread across my face. I could see the reflection of my golden eyes shine in Romance's. "I saw the incubus mark flash across her stomach during this session for a split second. A few more times and she'll become mine fully. She'll never be able to think of anything other than my cock ever again."
wherein the pink-haired throuple sees just how much they love the color pink, especially on each other.
CWs: suggestive content! proceed with caution
a/n: HEAVILY inspired by trunks' tweet on x! full credit for the art too (i couldn't find a gif for the three :-( ) @prismismz 🤍
the deep laugh of mira echoed throughout their dimly-lit room, warm lighting casting on one side of their faces from the opened lamp on the table near them. "such good boys," she said, long nails slightly scratching the boys' necks.
abby and romance looked up at the woman's deeply flushed face as they sat on their knees in between her widely opened legs, their toned torsos exposed from the lack of upper body clothing which was disregarded to a corner of the room they couldn't care about at the moment.
their necks were colored various hues of blue and red made by scratches and lipstick marks from their woman, hickeys and love bites from each other, or whichever, really. their routine of foreplay wasn't anything new to be surprised about.
abby bit his lip as he smirked, his large hand enveloping nearly half of mira's thigh as it crawled up further.
seeing an amused look on their woman, romance leaned in to leave an open-mouthed kiss to her knee as his hands held and lightly massaged her ankles. "mira," he said lowly, eyes closed in concentration at the feeling of her skin against his lips. "oh, mira."
the woman grinned widely, satisfaction blooming from her chest. "up, boys," she said, making the boys halt their movements. mira stood up, followed by abby and romance as they rose to their feet as well, giving them a full view of her stretched, long legs as she walked towards the bed. mira turned to face the two and sat at the edge, looking back at her boys with a grin. "come." says she.
without hesitation, both boys took their usual spots when sandwiching the woman: abby on the right, and romance on the left. abby held her waist with a firm hold as he hovered over her slim shoulder which smelled beautifully from her perfume, while romance held her hand and arm so delicately to show appreciation to her soft skin.
"may i?" asked abby, his right hand holding her cheek to turn her towards him.
mira nodded lightly, feeling ticklish at the feathered kisses on her forearm being left by romance on her other side.
abby quicky leaned in and locked his lips with hers, tasting the strawberry-flavored gloss mira had as the minty sensation of it was passed from her lips to his. abby groaned into the kiss, feeling mira's long nails scratch at his collarbones before finding themselves wrapped around his neck with a slight squeeze.
he turned his head to deepen their kiss, turning it into a make-out session as romance's kisses made their way to color mira's necks with purples and reds.
romance nipped and licked at mira's sensitive spots, smirking to himself slightly as he felt her legs press against each other for friction. licking at mira's shoulder, romance's hand found itself fondling the seams of her shirt before tucking it under, his rings cold at the touch against her stomach as it climbed up, his fingernails scratching at the material of her bra.
mira's eyebrows furrowed as she whined, the stimulation of her tongue against abby's and the anticipation from romance's kisses and touches being nearly too much to bear.
"so," abby pulled from their kiss to speak before leaning back in, then pulling away again, "which shade of pink's your favourite, sweetheart?" he asked, leaving her no time to respond as he pressed his lips against her once more.
"light pink," romance said against mira's neck before opening his mouth to bite, making her pull away from abby to let out a moan.
she turned to look at romance whose eyes bored into hers immediately, with his face flushed into a deep shade of pink before being held by the cheeks again to face abby once more. "or hot pink?"
abby had a coy smile that made the apples of his pink-colored cheeks rise against his dark eyes. "pick your poison, mira."
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ROMANCE SHORT SMUT X READER: sub!romance. m!receiving. handjob. reader is jealous. reader and saja boys live together.
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your jealousy was building up, scrolling through your feed seeing multiple ship edits, fanart and fics about miromabby, when the fans know your romances girlfriend. your hand clench around your phone seeing a smut fiction about your boyfriend and some other girl? not on your watch.
you click anonymous and spam hate speech on the fic, proud of yourself you hear your shared bedroom door open. “hello sweetheart! was just with the guys in the studio…uhh you okay?” Romance questions, “no.” you simply say back, his confusion growing.
“well baby, whats wr-” before romance could finish his sentence, you pull him by his heart necklace onto the bed and straddle his waist. trailing your finger around his jaw, down his neck to his waistband you whisper “i saw you and mira online… i see your fans dont give a fuck about us.” his eyes widen, he clearly doesnt know “baby, baby, i dont care about m-mira or what our fans think!”
you ignore his words, and lean into his neck. hovering over his ear you whisper, “your only mine. no mira, no fan, no one will take you away from me.” your possession made the blood rush to his dick, he let out a whimper “im o-only yours y/n..”, looking into his eyes you kiss him. slipping your tounge into his mouth, moaning into the kiss. your hands undo the fly of his jeans, romance lifts his hips up to help you. pulling his underwear down his flushed erection slapping up against his stomach. “look at you..” romance doesnt know if your talking to his cock or him but he blushes in response.
your hand wraps around his dick, not moving. he mewls “fuck baby.. please” , you rub your thumb over his sensitive tip feeling the warm precum leaking out of him. “could mira touch you like this?” you tease, he shakes his head “no, n-no fucking way” you giggle, “good boy” he whimpers at the petname, “say it again..fuck! please” you move your hand slowly up and down his aching cock, “your my good boy”
his hips jerk up fucking into your hand, twisting your wrist his head thrown back whimpering and moaning your name. “shiiit, your so needy” you teased him loving the sight of him like this, his pink hair messed up, his dick in your hand, his slutty waist leaning up and down to match the rhythm of your hand, “so needy for you m-mommy fuuuck im so close” , you lean up on your knees continuing pace of your hand, kissing his neck and marking him knowing his fans will see it on him.
“cum for me baby” you whisper.
he cums, his hips stuttering, “fuck! mhm.. i love you. I love you” you kiss his flushed face, “i love you too baby”
later on that night, you see romance posted on his story. he was addressing the ship rumours saying they werent true, along with a spam of selfies between you too. your heart fluttering at him showing you off, you walk back into your bedroom seeing romance in bed.
“you see my story?” he whispered, “i did baby.. wanna see how quiet you can be? so we dont wake up the others?” you suggest, romances eyes light up.
౨ৎ He can be a sweetheart and a tease at the same time, I mean he is the romance of the group but he would do anything to get a reaction out of you
౨ৎ So when he's eating you out for the first time into your relationship together, Romance wanted to make this special for the both of you
౨ৎ Romance was so mad at himself for not doing this sooner, he was such a busy guy who went to performances, concerts, fan meet and greets, fan signing and mainly practising his choreography with the other Saja boys
౨ৎ Now he finally got time to, make you feel special and make you feel overwhelmed with the love he is giving you
౨ৎ You couldn't even remember how this happened but you weren't complaining
౨ৎ You were feeling desperate for these past few days, too nervous to ask Romance for this kind of favour
౨ৎ But he was finally giving you what you deserved
౨ৎ "Ro! — It feels.. so good" Those were the words he needed to hear, knowing that he was making you feel good with just his tongue
౨ৎ Your hand was slightly gripping his pink hair making him groan into your cunt, causing you to whimper out
౨ৎ "Just a good — mh — fucking girl, getting the release she deserves huh?" You could feel the smitten smirk against your cunt
౨ৎ His eyes boring into your eyes as you became flustered looking the other way of how beautiful his eyes were from just looking at you
౨ৎ Now it has been two orgasms already and you were crying for Romance to stop
౨ৎ "Please — It's.. too much—" You cried out for Romance to hear you but he was too pussydrunk to bother listening
౨ৎ Your body was trembling under his touches, his desire to make you feel shaken up, to make you see stars
౨ৎ That was until you orgasmed for the third time, finally Romance stopped, he noticed you were about to pass out
౨ৎ "Baby, stay with me" Romance whispered softly, caressing your cheek
౨ৎ The warmth from his hand made you come back to reality, looking up to his his gentle smile he loves to give you
౨ৎ "There you are baby, thought I lost you there" He nervously chuckled "C'mon Let's get you cleaned up"
ABBY
☆ He loves to show his true strength, his true meaning to help pleasure you
☆ By the time, he finally got to eat you out for the first time, he was already excited, thinking about doing this for a long time when you two became a couple
☆ Abby already knew some of your weak spots, your weaknesses to make you cum on the spot and he was going to use it on you for this one time
☆ Finally Abby got some free time and he was going to use his free time on you and you only
☆ "God Baby — Thought about doing this for a long time and now I have you were I exactly want you" He smirked down at you
☆ His eyes kept eye contact as he crawled down on you, finally on his knees as he pulled your pants and undergarments off making you whine
☆ "I know Baby.. I'll be quick"
☆ He was not in fact quick, it has been nearly an hour of making you cum for many times just from his tongue and a combo with his fingers
☆ Your whined and moans made him keep going, to keep pleasuring you to get your reactions, your desires
☆ "Abby Please—Ah!" You arched off the bed, your hands gripping onto the sheets of the bed
☆ "Just one more.. please baby, I need to hear you more" Abby begged even though he was the one pleasuring you
☆ "Okay.. one more" You mumbled making Abby drive right back in
☆ "Ngh! —" Your mouth opened as you let out a loud sound, feeling his tongue hit every spot making you whine out
☆ You were so close and he could tell, in and out his fingers go making you feel more closer now
☆ The hot and tight feeling in your stomach as you let out a silent scream
☆ You finally orgasmed for the fourth time, your body trembling a lot, your breathing shaking, but apparently Abby wasn't done
☆ "Abby— Please no more" You whined, gripping his hair back, pulling him away from your cunt
☆ "I'm too tired for more" You huffed, trying to catch your breath, your whole face was flustered with red as you pleaded Abby with your eyes
☆ "Sorry princess, You just tasted so good" He licked his lips, you closed your legs "No more" You scolded him
☆ Abby smirked, lifting his hands up in surrender "Okay.. okay I'll stop, let's get you cleaned up"
Pairing: Saja boys (Kpop Demon Hunters) x You (female manager)
Summary: Just a normal continuous threesome with your demon boys.
Warnings: 18+ (mdni!), explicit smut content, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, all consensual.
Word Count: 1543
A/N: Just pure filth.
The night started as any other night you could say with you riding on Jinu’s cock. Bouncing up and down, all lost in the pleasure that you didn’t notice the other boys appear. You felt a pair of hands spread your buttcheeks and you looked down to see Jinu’s hands still on your waist. You slowed down to look behind you to see Abby grinning.
“Well, don’t stop because of me.” He grins.
You slowly rock forward until you feel the intrusion of another cock entering your pussy. You let out a choked moan and stop moving. The head of Abby’s penis is narrow and slips in easily, however he has so much girth that it takes a few moments for your pussy to fully accept him. Jinu plays with your clit, making you relaxed enough to fully take Abby’s cock and once he’s in all the way you tighten your walls making everyone moan.
Abby pulls out and pushes back in, making you cry out and fall to your elbows. Jinu sees this and does the same. Every time Abby pushes in, Jinu pulls out and you can see their dicks from the bulge in your stomach. Their demon nails start to come out as they grab onto your hips.
“Ah! Ah! Abby! Mhmm! Ah! Ah! Oh! Jinu!” You moan as their thrusts got harder.
“Fuck!” Abby ruts behind you.
They thrust into you so hard it has you rolling your eyes and mouth wide open. As you go to close your mouth to catch your breath, a cock has tapped on your lips and you glance through hooded eyes to see Romance holding his dick to your lips. You spit on his dick and rub it while being thrusted into. You whimper and suck on Romance’s tip. He groans and places his hand on the back of your hair. You open your mouth wider to put all of Romance’s C-shaped dick in your mouth. You suck while you bob up and down his length while the boys underneath you start to go faster. You cry out from the pleasure but it's muffled by Romance’s dick.
Jinu rubs your clit and your legs tighten as well as your hands in the sheets.
“Fuck!” Jinu moans, “I’m gonna cum so hard.”
“Oh shit! Me too!” Abby bit your neck.
The sensation from your clit being rubbed and Abby biting your neck has you cumming. The minute your walls tighten up that much, the boys all reach their release. Romance shoots his semen down your throat while you get stuffed from below. Romance takes his dick out of your mouth and you gasp for air. The boys remove themselves from you and you think this is it for the night…well you’re wrong.
Abby takes Jinu’s place where he has you start riding him. Romance cups and rubs your breast. He plays with your nipples before sliding into your pussy. They follow the same flow of the push pull system. Abby is pounding you from below and watching your boobs bounce.
“Abby! Romance! Ugh! UH! Ah!” You cry out.
Your cries get silenced by a thin, narrow, dick entering your mouth. You choke on it and look up to see Baby. He grabs your hair and starts thrusting into your mouth. Your salvia starts coming out of your mouth. Romance thrusts harder, having one arm around your waist and the other squeezing your boob. Abby thrusts upwards and uses the cum dripping out of you from the last round to rub your clit for more lubricant. Your eyes roll backwards as you cum.
“Yeah! You like that! You like me fucking your face! Ah! Shit! Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Baby moans as his sperm stuffs your throat.
“Ah! Fuck! Squeezing me like this! God I can’t wait to cum in you again!” Abby moans.
“Shit! Shit! Shit! My pretty girl is sucking me in!” Romance groans.
A few more thrusts and Romance and Abby fill you up. Abby pulls out of you and stands by the bedside. He lifts you up for a second to sit you down on Romance’s cock so you can ride him and Baby comes behind you and shoves his cock in you.
“Fuck!” You yell out in surprise.
Abby takes this invitation to stick his dick in your mouth. You swirl your tongue along his tip and he groans. His hips move forward as you suck him down. The boys below you stay still to have you cockwarm.
“You look so good with my cock in your mouth! Mhmmm! I should get a picture of this! My little cockwhore!” Abby praises and thrusts into your mouth a few more times before cumming.
You swallow every last bit. A glass of water gets shoved into your mouth and you eagerly drink it. The minute you place it back down on the tableside, the boys take no mercy and thrust into you furiously. Baby bites your earlobes and you moan. Romance’s dick curves so nicely that it hits your cervix and you cry out.
“Ah! Ah! Oh! Romance! UgH! UGH! Oh! Baby! Baby! Please! I gotta cum!” You beg them as Romance circles your clit and Baby thrusts faster.
A long straight penis enters your mouth and you see Mystery. Your eyes start to tear as he fucks your mouth.
He throws his head back, “Fuck! Your mouth is so warm! Almost as good as your pussy!”
As you suck him, you move your tongue up and down along and rub his balls. He hisses and thrusts faster. You moan around his dick as your legs start to shake and you cum, milking the boys' cocks.
Baby hisses, “Oh yeah! Just like that! M fill you up!”
“Oh! My pretty baby! Doing so good! Taking us so well!” Romance coos as he lets himself go and paints your walls with semen. Baby not too far off. Mystery cums and as he does so he pushes his dick further down your throat, letting ropes of his cum make a permanent stain in your mouth.
“Oh my god!” You gasp as he takes his dick out.
Mystery lifts you to let Romance out so Baby could take his place and Mystery gives you no time to adjust to Baby’s dick before Mystery just starts thrusting into you. Mystery and Baby both start jack hammering you and because of how many times you’ve already cum you’re so sensitive that you are so tight.
“AH! Just like that! Already tightening around us!” Baby whines.
“Good girl! Good fucking girl!” Mystery moans as he pounds you.
“Ah! Mystery! Eh! Ugh! Baby! Uh! Mhmm! MMph! I don’t know ugh how much I can mmphhh takeeee!” You cry.
They see your words as a challenge and thrust harder while touching your clit. They rubbed your clit for a few seconds and you were seeing stars. They felt your walls tighten and allowed themselves to fill you up. You panted as you tried to catch your breath as they pulled out of you. You laid on your back with your arm thrown over your eyes. You hear a camera shutter and you open your eyes to see Jinu taking a picture on his phone.
“Memories.” Jinu waves his phone and you pout at him.
He picks you up and brings you to the shower. He washes your hair and softly caresses your body.
“So, who’s dicks did you like the most?” He asks you.
You open your eyes and gape, “Jinu!”
He grins, “Tell me.”
You open your mouth and close it a few times before saying, “Yours and Abby’s.”
He hums, “I knew it.”
He kisses you softly and you sigh into his mouth. You felt a brush of cold air and assumed it was from the window. You feel yourself being lifted up and open your eyes to Jinu placing you on his cock.
“Jinu! No more! Ugh! FUck! Feels good!” You try to protest as he thrusts up into you.
Another pair of hands massage your waist as another dick enters you. You moan and grasp at those hands.
“Come on baby!” Abby licks your ear, “Let me in.”
You grab onto Jinu’s shoulders while Abby’s dick makes a permanent home in your pussy. While Abby has a narrow head, he has a large base and Jinu has a large base and large head. Having the two of them in you is a lot and makes you feel so full. The bathroom starts to get foggy from your activities.
“Jinu! Jinu! Jinu! Abby! Abby! Abby! Ugh! My god! Uh! UH! Mph! Wanna cum!” You start to drool as they hammer into you.
“Yeah you wanna cum?” Jinu asks.
You wail, “Please!”
“Come on Abby, faster. We can’t keep our girl waiting.” Jinu instructs as they both move in sync to drill into you.
The familiar pressure starts to build and build until it shatters and you scream as you clench on their cocks. They both hiss at your tight pussy and take a few more thrusts to finish in you. You pant and they softly kiss your head. You are placed on the ground and the shower continues as normal until you are tucked into bed by your boys.
I loved your one shot about how the Saja boys would react to y/n reading smut about them 👀💅 what if THEY are the ones reading hardcore smut about y/n instead??? 😩
you catch him reading smut about you
tags: gn!reader, established relationship, smut inserts, suggestive humor
part 1 | part 2
🫧 Masterlist
🎶 JINU
You walk into the room and stop dead. Jinu doesn’t even hear you at first. He’s too busy, phone tilted toward him, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. His ears are pink, but the little huff of laughter he lets out is telling.
Then you hear him muttering under his breath.
“Y/N whimpered under Jinu’s body, their fingers tangling in his hair as he—”
“JINU!”
He jumps, fumbling with the phone like a guilty teenager caught red-handed. His eyes dart to yours, wide at first, then his mouth curls into a grin.
“Love, look at this,” he says, holding up the phone like evidence, “The fans have such a dirty imagination about you.”
Your jaw drops. “You were reading smut about me?!”
“I mean,” he shrugs, smirking, “you sound amazing. Really amazing. And now…” His golden eyes flash. “I wanna test accuracy.”
He tosses the phone aside and crawls closer to you.
🎐 MYSTERY
The first thing you notice is the way his cheeks are flushed, face showing unnerving calm. Mystery leaned back in his chair, phone in hand, some strands of hair tucked to allow his eyes a better view of his phone screen.
You move closer, curious. Then you take a peak at his screen.
Y/N gasped as Mystery pinned them down, his fingers grazing their skin. His lips moved to their throat, leaving kisses in its wake as if marking his territory.
“Myst!”
He doesn’t even flinch, just glances up at you slowly. “So the fans think I pin you down.”
Your face burns. “You’re reading—”
“Research,” he interrupts flatly. But the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrays him.
You cross your arms. “Research for what?”
He tilts his head, eyes gleaming in the low light. “To see if it’s something I should try.”
Your heart nearly gives out. He slips his phone into his pocket, standing up to stalk towards you.
“Fans might be onto something.”
🍿 ABBY
When you walk into the room, Abby is doubled over the couch, shoulders shaking. He looks like he’s in pain from how hard he’s laughing.
“What’s so funny?” you ask cautiously.
He lifts his phone and starts reading dramatically, “Abby ripped Y/N’s clothes like they were tissue, muscles glistening with sweat as he growled, ‘You’re mine tonight’.”
You nearly choke. “You’re reading smut about me?!”
He’s howling. “BABE. They said I shredded your clothes like a discount Hulk!” He flexes his biceps obnoxiously. “Honestly, not inaccurate—”
You smack his arm. “ABBY!”
He grins, grabbing you and pulling you into his lap.
“Hey, don’t get mad. I just think it’s hilarious how right they are.” He kisses your neck, low and smug. “Although, for accuracy’s sake, I’ll have to check again.”
🌀 BABY
You catch Baby instantly, because he’s snickering at his phone, occasionally hiding his face behind a pillow like he’s trying not to burst out laughing.
“What are you reading?” you demand.
“Ohhh nothing,” he says, voice too innocent. Then he starts reading aloud in the filthiest drawl. “Baby’s voice dropped low as he told Y/N to spread their legs wider—”
“BABY!” You try to snatch his phone, but he’s already holding it above his head, cackling.
“Wowww, they really gave you no shame, huh? You sound so desperate for me.” He throws himself back on the couch, wheezing with laughter.
You’re mortified. “DON’T READ THAT!”
But then he suddenly sits up, smirk sharp, gold eyes flashing. He leans close, voice a husky whisper. “Although…I wouldn’t mind seeing if they got you right.”
“STOP.”
He grins wider. “No promises, doll.”
🌷 ROMANCE
Romance has a faraway look in his eyes when you step in. He’s holding his phone closely, reading under his breath.
“Romance pressed Y/N into the sheets, every kiss a prayer, every mark a claim. His praise made them even we—”
You freeze. “Oh my god.”
He looks up, and instead of flinching, he smiles. “They captured me perfectly.”
You sputter. “PERFECTLY?!”
He shrugs, smug. “What can I say? They know my brand.”
You bury your face in your hands, dying of embarrassment. But he gently tugs your hands away, lips brushing your knuckles.
“Although…they didn’t quite get the pacing right. I’d never rush.”
Your face burns as he leans close, whispering, “Shall I show you the real draft?”
It is surprisingly difficult to write about five people having sex. But certainly a fun challenge! This grew so much longer than I planned or anticipated. I need a vacation. I loved every second. I'm so tired. Please enjoy ❤️
“First?” Jinu asked dumbly.
“Lead by example,” Baby echoed his words from earlier. “Don't we all deserve some attention from our leader?” The way the title rolled off his tongue mockingly left no uncertainty about his meaning.
Abby settled comfortably on the floor. “I won't be cruel enough to go first.”
“How generous of you.”
“Fuck off.”
“Why don't you two fuck some of that excess energy off, if you insist on fighting like that?” Romance said with a handwave, dismissing both and turning to Mystery.
Both demons glared in offence.
“Why don't you start?” He suggested the quiet demon. Mystery offered one of his rare, small smiles and nodded enthusiastically, wasting no time crawling between Jinu's legs to line up. He had a second to brace himself, feeling strong hands settle on his shoulders before Mystery moved, bottoming out in one long thrust. Thankfully, the quiet demon had length over thickness, and they could all shrug off a beating in minutes, or Jinu would be screaming in pain instead of pleasure at the forceful entry. The length was perfect to ram his prostrate dead on, and Mystery set a hurried pace right away, panting against Jinu's cheek.
Romance suddenly yelped, and Jinu glanced over to see that the two former brawlers had pounced on him. Baby held Romance by the back of the neck, kissing him deeply, while Abby had his head buried between the romantic’s legs.
That was all Jinu managed to take in before Mystery demanded his attention back. He locked his bound wrists behind Mystery’s head as they kissed, whining as the constant stimulation edged towards too much, while still not enough to push him over the edge again.
“Come on, Mystery,” Jinu gasped, biting weakly at an earlobe. “You’re doing so well.”
Mystery whined, “Jinu,” and sped up impossibly faster, almost pushing Jinu across the floor if not for his vice-like grip on his shoulders.
Hearing his name as a plea sent a jolt down his spine. “Fuck, please.”
“Can I?” Mystery bit down on Jinu’s shoulder even before he finished speaking, freezing up as he came, warmth flooding Jinu’s insides. Jinu let out a long moan, satisfied and disappointed at the same time. His dick twitched, heavy and red between them, so close but missing that one last push. They both panted as they cooled down, neither wanting to lose the heat and closeness of the other.
A low whistle made both demons turn their heads to watch the trio. Romance lay draped across Abby’s lap, with Baby on top of him, and Abby sent them both an exaggerated wink.
“Nice show.”
“It was alright,” Baby muttered, eyes locked on where Jinu and Mystery were still connected. Jinu let his legs fall on either side of the other demon, shaky and high-strung.
“Don’t be mean,” Romance chided gently. “They did well.”
“I guess.”
“Alright, you picky bitch.” Abby ignored the raised finger from Baby. “Let me show you how it’s done then.”
Romance kissed Baby before he could retaliate, though the death glare told them all this was far from over. Abby smirked as he lifted Mystery and dropped him by the cuddling duo.
“Hello, Darling,” Romance cooed. Mystery instantly nuzzled closer, happily kissing both in turn. Baby rolled his eyes but accepted the affection without complaint.
The looming form above Jinu made him swallow harshly. Abby cut a striking and intimidating figure from the floor. Not only the broad shoulders and height, but the cock hanging between his legs, too, made something squirm in Jinu’s stomach.
Abby knelt between the bound demon’s legs, letting one broad hand trail from Jinu’s knee to his hip. “Ready for round two?”
“Just do it,” Jinu bit out, wanting the waiting over with before he lost his nerve.
“Wow, I feel so desired right now,” Abby snarked back, but he lined up all the same, catching Jinu’s eyes with a raised eyebrow.
“Didn’t I just tell you—Ah!” The pressure built and built until the head popped inside, each inch felt agonisingly slow until Abby bottomed out. Jinu lay there with an open mouth, a silent scream caught in his throat. It was so thick he felt split open.
“Fuck, fuck.” Breathing deeply, Abby rested his forehead against Jinu’s chest. “Can I move?”
No sound would pass his tongue, so Jinu nodded instead, wrapping his legs around Abby’s hips and trying to roll his own upwards. He barely moved before a moan was punched out of him. The constant pressure on his prostate hurt, and he loved it.
Abby snarled, eyes flashing, as he slowly built up a steady rhythm. Not as punishing as Mystery, but it wasn’t needed. Not with the sheer size inside of him.
“Listen to him,” Abby laughed, barely winded as he moved above Jinu. “He was made for this, taking it so well. Beautiful.”
Jinu whined at the praise. Heat burned his cheeks. He could barely think, only able to focus on the sensations around him. It felt amazing. Lifting his hands to pull Abby down, they shared a messy kiss, if you could even call it that, as Jinu fought to catch his breath. He didn’t want to breathe, he didn’t want to think, he just wanted to feel. He wanted it all.
Lifting his head and replacing his lips with two fingers, Abby stared ravenously down at Jinu. “Are you close?” he rasped out.
Jinu nodded, feeling the fingers push his tongue down and stopping him from voicing an answer. Not that he thought he could anyway. What a picture he must make, sweaty and wanton and not caring at all. He was so close, just a bit more, just a bit harder, just that final push.
Abby laughed and stopped, buried to the hilt inside the other demon. Squirming, Jinu protested around the fingers, muffled and indignant.
Fangs finally filling his own mouth, Jinu hissed, “I swear if you don't finish what you started, I'll—”
Abby grabbed him by the chin, forcing his bound hands down hard on the floor above his head. “You'll do what?” A warning lay heavily in his words.
Jinu pulled his face free and bit down hard between thumb and index finger. Abby hissed and wrenched his hand free. A perfect, crescent bitemark was left behind, small droplets of blood welling from the puncture wounds.
Something dark filled the taller demon’s eyes. “Kitty's got fangs.”
“Don't call me that,” Jinu snarled, anticipation and dread mixing in his blood.
“He's more like a dog,” Baby commented idly, still draped across Romance. A hint of eagerness brightened his golden eyes.
“With too much energy,” Romance added, fingers running through purple hair. Mystery lay sated and relaxed on the floor, but still curious about the development.
“Fine.” Abby pulled out and, quick as lightning, flipped Jinu onto his front. Jinu yelped, barely managing to catch himself before his hips were pulled up and a hand forced his head down against the floor, moulding his back into a perfect arch. “Let's tire him out then.” Feeling the large cock resting against his hole once more, Jinu braced himself, groaning as it pushed smoothly inside. The cold floor chilled his overheated cheek.
From his new position, Jinu had a perfect view of his last remaining band members, watching them watch him hungrily. The audience left him more embarrassed than the sounds escaping his mouth. The earlier denial made his approaching orgasm burn brighter, long nails digging gouges into the wooden floor from where Abby still held them tightly. The belt wasn’t even needed; his vice-like grip would be impossible to escape.
Jinu bit his lip, hoping to conceal his building climax, desperate and wanting to come again. His dick throbbed where it hung untouched, his hips stung from the harsh grip. Red burns would definitely colour his knees when it was over.
“Harder,” he gasped out, rocking back to meet each thrust.
Abby growled and licked his neck. “Sure you can take it?”
“Yes!” A high keen followed as Abby ground his hips against Jinu’s ass briefly.
“Don’t regret it.”
Jinu’s wrists were released, large hands grabbing his waist tightly to pull him into the next thrust, the sound almost obscene as their skin met. He was sure red bloomed between them, skin or blood or fire, he didn’t know, but it burned, scorching his nerves and leaving him writhing beneath the larger demon.
Just when his peak was in sight, just when he thought he would come untouched, Abby grabbed his dick and squeezed. Jinu screamed, the broken orgasm painful while liquid heat filled his insides again. Abby kissed his neck in apology, even as his hand stayed punishingly tight. It was only when Jinu collapsed onto his front, close to tears, that Abby released him.
“Is he okay?” Baby asked, a note of concern in his voice.
“Shit, did I go too far?” Abby passed concern and went straight into panic, carefully turning Jinu over to assess the extent of the damage.
Romance tutted and extracted himself from the clinging duo. “That was mean.” He knelt beside Jinu, cool fingers gently removing sweaty bangs from his forehead. “Can you speak, Darling?”
Jinu croaked, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
“Do you want to stop?”
It felt like moving a mountain, but Jinu managed to shake his head weakly. He couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure buzzing under his skin. He needed them to continue. He needed to come.
“Okay, thank you for telling us.”
Abby sighed loudly in relief. “Fuck, you scared me for a second there.”
Romance sent the taller demon an unimpressed glare. “That was terrible without prior warning. Don’t do it again, understood?”
“Got it.” Abby raised his hands in surrender.
“Good. Then go sit with the others.”
Abby pouted but slunk off, settling beside Mystery and barely managing to stay upright when he suddenly had a lap full of demon. Baby pushed Mystery away when he tried to pull the other into a new cuddle pile, and pretended not to notice the small pout in disappointment.
Romance ignored them and turned his full attention to their exhausted leader. Jinu looked a mess, eyes distant and glassy, lips shining with spit and his whole body covered in a layer of sweat, fine tremors running along his spine. The leather left a furious ring of red on each wrist, and his nails had left long lines in the floor.
“How about we take this off?” Romance suggested quietly, already toying with the end of the belt.
Jinu stared for a moment before nodding, barely moving as the leather loosened and was tossed carelessly across the room. This time, the distinct sound of metal hitting the floor rang out. Jinu shuddered, a tangible weight falling from his body.
Slender fingers massaged the tender skin, soft reassurances cooed from above, “So good. You took it all so well, such a pretty sight. You're so beautiful.”
Each compliment only fueled the embers still burning in his stomach. The floor had absorbed all his body heat, leaving him cold and empty on the floor. Jinu tried to rise to his elbows, arms shaking and head hanging low.
Romance wrapped his arms around Jinu's torso and helped him sit up, letting him lean back against his chest like before. “Slowly, there, like that. You're doing so well.”
“Please,” Jinu whispered, one hand moving back to pull weakly at Romance's neck.
“What do you need?”
Words failing again, Jinu turned his head and tried to catch Romance's lips. When hands held him back instead of pulling him closer, Jinu whined, close to tears at the rejection.
“No, no, shh, it's okay, I'm just gonna move you real quick, okay? Just work with me, Darling, please?”
Jinu nodded, not caring where Romance wanted him as long as he didn't let go, didn't remove his body heat, didn't leave. With Romance's help—he did most of the work—they managed to turn Jinu, so they sat face to face, and with barely any prompting needed from the pink-haired demon, Jinu gladly climbed into his lap, wrapping heavy arms around his shoulders.
“There we go, isn't that better?”
Still too out of it to make his tongue work, their leader nodded and moved in for the much-needed kiss. Romance met him gladly, lips slow and steady against shaky panting. Feeling a tongue probe between his lips, Jinu opened readily, whining as they met.
A loud whisper of, “That's so fucking hot,” barely registered in his mind.
The hissed answer of, “Shut the fuck up,” from Baby, on the other hand, along with the sound of skin meeting skin and a small yelp, certainly did. It did clear just enough of the fog for Jinu to let out a small chuckle, tired-sounding but joyful all the same. These were still his band members, silly and frustrating and surprisingly caring.
“Better?” Romance asked with a knowing smile.
“Better,” Jinu agreed, surprised at his hoarse voice. Thinking back, he really shouldn't be. He'd been quite vocal. A small blush stained his cheeks at the thought.
“Are you sure you want to continue? We can stop here,” Romance asked, patient and calm as ever. It felt nice after the whirlwind of desire he'd been caught in. Still felt to an extent, if slightly doused by the gentle treatment. Not in a bad way, but he felt calmer, softer. It felt good.
Not wanting to aggravate his voice more, or hear proof of just how wrecked he must look, Jinu nodded instead, tightening his arms around the other demon.
“Okay. Do you want me to just finish you off or?”
Jinu shook his head and, hesitantly, rocked down against the other's erection resting against his inner thigh. Thinner than Abby's, it didn't seem quite as intimidating. And he wanted to feel that deep connection with his remaining band members as well. They really should have done this a long time ago.
Romance stared at him for a moment. Jinu tried to hold the searching gaze, even as he felt bared in a whole new way by the other demon.
“Tell me if it's too much?”
That was an easy agreement. Using the other as support, Jinu lifted himself off his lap, and Romance helped guide him to line up. Exhaling slowly, he sank down. It barely felt like a stretch after the brutal pace from earlier. Jinu moaned, half in relief and half in frustration, happy it didn't overwhelm him but annoyed he barely felt full. They set a slow rhythm, Romance clearly taking it easy and gauging how much Jinu could handle. It was sweet, but not at all what he needed at the moment. Still, he didn't speed up, soaking up the warmth and affection Romance offered with small kisses and roaming hands, admiration in each slide across his skin.
“Please,” Jinu whispered, a pressure building behind his eyes. He didn't even know exactly what he was asking for, just that he needed it, and he needed it now.
“What do you need?”
“More.”
“More what?”
It wasn't enough; he needed more. “Please, more. I need more. Please!” His voice rose in volume as his desperation grew, words failing him and brain unable to grasp anything but the throbbing need in his core.
Remembering the others still in the room, Jinu threw his head back and stared pleadingly at Baby. Huge eyes, pupils almost swallowing up the gold, stared back at him. Lifting a hand, Jinu begged with his eyes and whined.
Baby groaned and covered his eyes. “Don't give me that look.”
“What, are you gonna ignore that? He's practically begging you!” Abby sounded scandalised on Jinu's behalf, and Jinu nodded vigorously in agreement. Did he do something wrong? Did Baby not want to?
“I'm not going to break him,” Baby argued, still blind, still too far away.
“Please,” Jinu cried out.
Growling, Baby slammed a hand into the floor, claws digging into the wood.
“Are you sure?” Romance asked, carefully turning their leader’s head back to face him. “You don’t have to.”
Jinu nodded again, nuzzling against the warm hand.
“We’re gonna break him!”
“Baby,” Romance called sternly as Jinu whined at the angry tone. “There is no need to get mad.”
“He’s asking us to break him. I’m not going to be the one to hurt him.”
“And he’ll tell us if it becomes too much.” A finger tapped Jinu’s temple. “Right, Darling?”
Yes, please, anything, if they would only touch him. None of those words escaped him, only another nod and a thin whine. His body still shook, still felt too empty, too cold. He needed more; he needed them closer.
Finally, blessed heat wrapped around Jinu’s back and blue hair entered his field of vision. Baby glared for a second, assessing, before sighing and pulling at one of Jinu’s asscheeks. The new cock nudging at his hole made Jinu clench up subconsciously.
“Relax,” Baby muttered, free hand coming up to circle a nipple. The added stimuli made Jinu moan lowly, rocking down and feeling the head catch against his rim. Romance held him still, not wanting either to go too quickly.
Then, pressure, slow, unrelenting, good. A slight burn as the head popped inside. Jinu panted harshly, head falling back against Baby’s shoulder. A pair of lips kissed his temple. Slowly, slowly, and there, Baby’s hips met his cheeks. Romance bit his lip at the added pressure against his own cock. Baby sighed.
“Please,” Jinu said, fighting for leverage, trying to move, to feel anything but this constant pressure against his insides. It wasn’t enough.
Two pairs of hands held him steady, lips finding his pulse points and latching on, worrying the skin between sharp teeth until red and purple bloomed like a flower.
Romance bit his earlobe. “Ready?”
“Yes, please, move.”
And they did. Neither had much leverage sitting on the floor, but together, they found a rhythm that let one thrust up as the other moved down, the constant pressure inside Jinu never letting up. Each thrust rubbed against his prostate, the pace unhurried and leisurely. Jinu moaned anyway, happy and content to move as much as his legs would allow. Their breathing picked up, not from exertion but pleasure, hips twitching minutely as they both held back from ramming into him. Jinu almost wanted them to let go, to take, but the last rational part in his mind knew it would be a bad idea. He already felt stretched thin, his body aching beneath the burning ecstasy. Any more might have broken him completely.
“You look so good together,” Abby praised, enjoying the show from the sideline with Mystery. Neither felt the need to touch, just lying back and enjoying the show.
“Are you close?” Romance asked, listening to the growing volume of their leader. Jinu nodded, nails digging into flawless skin as he bounced between them. His body wouldn’t stop shaking, pleasure setting his nerves on fire, and his stomach almost cramping up as it built and built, that one last nudge just out of reach.
Romance reached down and wrapped his fingers around Jinu's weeping dick. A zap of pure electricity ran down his spine, whole body seizing as he came. And came. And came. It felt like minutes, hours, his body numb with nothing but pleasure rushing through his veins. Somehow, in the back of his mind, Jinu noted both demons had stopped moving inside him, the thin fingers and sensation of being truly filled being the only things he could focus on. As his body finally loosened back up again, Jinu heard loud breathing. His own. His head rested against Baby's shoulder again, and he whined when Romance still didn't stop pumping his cock. Slapping a hand down, Romance got the meaning and let go, kissing slack lips in apology.
“You did so well.” The praise sent a last shudder through Jinu's body. “What a wonderful sight. Thank you.”
It should be absurd to be thanked for coming, but Jinu could only smile and nuzzle against Baby's throat, not having the strength to lift his head and kiss Romance back.
Baby petted his hair softly, glancing at Romance. “Should we let him—”
“No.” Both blinked at Jinu's answer.
“What do you mean ‘no’?” Baby asked incredulously. “You look half dead.”
“You didn't—” Jinu's voice cracked from overuse.
Romance waved at the others. “Will you fetch some water?”
Mystery jumped up right away, heading to the corner where their bags lay in a heap. Abby tried to look nonchalant, but it was clear he felt a bit lost with everyone but him occupied. Still, he did not have peace for long before Mystery returned, handed over a water bottle and plopped back down in his lap. From the hiss of pain, he might have hit a certain body part. Baby snickered.
“Drink slowly, okay?” Romance helped Jinu hold the water bottle as he sipped, the cool liquid more refreshing than he expected.
“Thank you,” Jinu croaked when he pushed the bottle away, and continued his statement from earlier. “You didn't finish.”
“And you are exhausted,” Romance countered. “We can help each other out. Don't you want to rest?”
Shaking his head, Jinu finally pulled himself up to sit by his own strength between them. It made both cocks inside of him shift, and all three groaned from the stimulation.
“Not yet.”
“Don't overdo it,” Baby muttered. “It's fine.”
“I want to.”
“Stubborn idiot doesn't know when to quit.” That last sentence was almost too low to hear, but this close, impossible to miss, and Jinu could only crack a smile at the comment. Baby worried in his own way.
The same worry shone in Romance’s eyes, less hesitant to let it show. “Are you sure?”
His body still shook lightly, but Jinu didn't want to stop, not until they all came. It felt wrong, somehow, to end it here, to not have all his band members. He almost chuckled at the change of heart he'd had since they began. Instead, he wrapped an arm around Romance's shoulders and the other around Baby to pull them both closer, back to chest to chest. They both got the gist, sandwiching their leader between them.
Not much strength remained in Jinu's legs, but he tried valiantly to lift himself, moaning softly as he instantly fell back down. The cocks inside him rubbed insistently against his walls, nudging his oversensitive prostate.
“Let us,” Romance whispered, two sets of hands cradling Jinu's body and lifting him effortlessly. The next drop down hit spot on, and Jinu shook, still sensitive from his orgasm.
“Please,” he whimpered.
“We got you.”
“Just relax,” Baby said, kissing his neck. They resumed their steady rhythm from earlier, slow but deep, hands never leaving his skin, and both taking turns in kissing Jinu breathless.
Beside them, Abby cursed, both he and Mystery having been riled up from the sensual display. It didn't take long for them to shuffle around, Mystery sinking down on Abby to the same rhythm as the trio. The sound of broken moans, small gasps and slick skin meeting filled the room, temperature rising and rising.
Jinu let his head rest against Romance's shoulder, tired but happy, body buzzing and head fuzzy from happiness. Each small groan or bitten-off curse from his band members only riled him up further, legs beginning to work without his conscious input. Baby's hands tightened around him, mouth latching onto his neck as he suddenly came, warmth flooding Jinu's insides once more. Romance clocked it instantly and pulled Baby off him, letting them all hear the rough groan forced from his parted lips. Jinu whined, working harder to push Romance that last bit as well. Baby hissed at the overstimulation but didn't pull out, leaving Jinu full and panting.
“Please, please,” Jinu chanted. His teeth itched, eyes glowing bright as his orgasm approached.
“What do you need?” Romance asked, never breaking the rhythm. Jinu almost envied his composure, but the rest of his brain focused on the building tension in his stomach. It hurt. It hurt so good.
“Bite him,” Abby groaned, burying his own teeth in Mystery's neck. A sharp gasp was ripped from the quiet demon's throat as he came, spurting over their tangled legs.
Romance rolled his eyes. “Always with the biting, both of you.”
Baby barely moved, forehead resting against Jinu’s back with teeth clenched in his trapped position.
“Touch me!” Jinu begged, losing patience with their unhelpful bickering. He was so close, just a bit more, please—
Romance shushed him gently, apologetic, and wrapped a hand around his dick once more, grip firm and movements smooth from copious amounts of cooling cum. Jinu keened, high and thin, as the tight knot finally unravelled. He came with barely a sound, body locking up, and muscles clenching around the cocks still inside him. Romance moaned and held him tight, hips jerking up as his own orgasm swept over him. It felt like it lasted forever, even if barely anything escaped Jinu’s dick this time. The heat inside, too, only grew; his stomach slightly distended from the many times his members had come inside him. A hand found its way to feel the small bulge. Jinu moaned at the feeling.
Sated and exhausted, all three collapsed where they sat, falling onto their sides to cuddle up as their bodies cooled down for the final time. Baby pulled out first, but even as careful as he was, Jinu still winced from how rough his skin felt. Romance followed suit, kissing him apologetically when he whined. Left raw and sensitive, it was almost too much just to feel their hands gently massage his sore thighs. His body felt sticky from sweat and cum, his cheeks slightly damp, yet not a single thought besides ‘good’ filled his mind. It was good. He was good.
Mystery and Abby came over to join them, Abby cuddling up behind Romance, and Mystery almost crawling on top of Baby. The latter grumbled but accepted the weight without any real complaint.
Silence quickly fell over the drowsy group, none wanting to get up and move, not even to clean up. They would do it later, when their bodies were ready to cooperate again. Not even the hard floor below them registered as a problem, only the need to be closer.
Jinu squirmed, slowly coming back to himself, and with it, his embarrassment grew at his earlier behaviour. He’d been truly desperate, thoughts too far away to grasp properly, only the physical sensation of his band members, his fellow demons, wrapped around him had mattered in the moment. Now, a part of him truly did worry how they would see him.
“Stop thinking,” Baby muttered against his nape.
Jinu almost jumped at the words. “What?”
“I can practically hear you from back here, so stop it. It’s fine. Just relax.”
“But—”
“It’s okay,” Romance added, kissing Jinu’s nose playfully. He almost went cross-eyed following the other’s lips. “We all enjoyed it. Right?”
“Damn right we did,” Abby said happily, chest rumbling faintly.
“Good,” Mystery mumbled, already halfway asleep on top of the rapper. Baby chuckled and moved onto his back, never letting go of the other demon. Mystery rested his head against his chest.
“Did you?” Again, that note of genuine worry entered Romance’s voice, lifting his head to stare down at their silent leader. Abby, too, rose enough to catch his eyes behind the romantic.
Jinu blinked, overwhelmed and caught off guard at their inquiry. He’d come multiple times, cried, and begged for more. He’d felt indescribable pleasure, and even the pain had only fueled his desire. His whole body felt numb, and his mind, for just a moment, had been blissfully empty of the voices.
Did he enjoy it? More than he ever expected.
A genuine smile, bright and cheerful, broke out on his lips. “I did.”
Both Romance and Abby blinked owlishly before Abby threw himself dramatically onto his back, arm shielding his eyes. “My eyes! It’s like looking into the sun!”
“Shut up,” Jinu snorted, amusement colouring his voice.
Behind him, Baby groaned, complaining about there being two dramatic idiots now.
Romance smiled, eyes shining, as he leaned in for a small kiss. Jinu happily reciprocated, tangling fingers in that long, pink hair.
“Hey, no fair! Me too!”
Air left Romance’s lungs in a rush as Abby leaned over him to capture Jinu’s lips next. As an apology, both kissed Romance into the floor once they separated. He laughed as they moved down to his throat.
“Okay, I think that’s enough for now.”
“Aww, come on, are you tired already?” Abby asked playfully.
“Exhausted,” Romance sighed. “Now shut up and cuddle me.” Contradicting his own words, he instantly curled around Jinu, leaving Abby to wrap thick arms around both of them. Baby shuffled closer with Mystery, all five sharing body heat as they finally dozed off, happy as could be, while being bone-deep exhausted.
A nap sounded like a wonderful idea. Perhaps a break like this wouldn’t be a bad idea sometime in the future. Jinu closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The silence felt like a blessing.
Listen, I didn't mean to write Jinu in subspace, but it happened, and I don't regret it. This man needs some love, and by the gods, am I going to give it to him. This also turned out much softer than I planned, and again, I regret nothing. Let the Saja Boys be silly and sweet.
I needed to write an escalation. So please enjoy the continuation I didn't plan to write, but now need to exist.
When Baby snarled and flashed his fangs, Jinu stepped forward to stop the fight before blood could be drawn. Practice might be over for the day, but there was no need to let them exhaust themselves with needless violence.
“Okay, guys, that’s enough—”
A surprised moan filled the room. Everyone froze. Abby panted where he lay on the floor, Baby's head burrowed in his shoulder. A faint “oh” sounded from behind Jinu. He glanced back to see Romance watching with hooded eyes and pink cheeks. A growl, a panicked “wait!”, and Mystery jumped, latching onto the tallest demon's other shoulder, large fangs growing to their original size right before contact.
“Fuck!” Instead of pushing them off, something the taller demon would have no trouble doing, Abby groaned as his eyes flashed yellow. Pupils turned to slits when Baby finally released the skin, a faint hint of blood staining his lips.
“Really?” Baby asked mockingly. “That easy?”
“Fuck off,” Abby retorted.
Slender fingers reached for the very prominent bulge in tight pants. “I think you're mixing your words together. Getting enough blood to the brain?”
“I know what— Fuck!” Abby cut off mid-sentence as Mystery pulled back and bit lower, closer to one of the round pectorals.
Baby clicked his tongue. “Small vocabulary.”
The sound snapped Jinu from his stupor, blinking rapidly to gather some semblance of thought process after the rather shocking development. A part of him hesitated to stop it—whatever it was—the hesitation growing stronger when Romance stepped up behind him to rest a hand on his waist. The heat from his bare chest seeped into Jinu’s equally nude back. It suddenly felt important, their state of half-undress, the room charged with energy.
“No need to end the show so soon, right, Jinu?” The way Romance’s silky voice caressed his ear made Jinu nod without thinking.
Baby pulled Mystery off Abby. A beat of silence passed. Blood stained the large teeth, closer to tusks than fangs. Mystery whined. The tension snapped. Even with his smaller stature, Baby was strong, and he had no trouble pulling Mystery into a searing kiss, both sharing the drops of blood staining their lips from Abby’s wounds. The others stared transfixed, Abby groaning and thumping his head against the floor below the kissing couple.
Even if no one said it out loud, they all thought it: This had been a long time coming.
Heat built in the room, patience running low, a bowstring pulled too tight, waiting for that last drop to finally snap the string in two or send the arrow flying.
“Looks like fun, doesn’t it?” Romance asked quietly, still behind Jinu, still caressing his waist slowly, still so warm against his back.
“It looks like they're fighting.”
“That's nothing new.”
“We really should get back to work…” Even as the words left his mouth, Jinu already knew it was a lost cause.
Romance rested his chin against a broad shoulder. “Don't we deserve a break?”
“I'm pretty sure the break ended long ago.”
“How would you know? With that head buried in your notebook all the time.” A second hand joined the first on Jinu’s waist, slowly creeping up towards his chest. “Really, Jinu, it's not nice for a leader to ignore their members like that.”
“Not at all,” Baby chimed in. The trio on the floor had stopped to listen in when Romance began to speak, all eyes now locked on Jinu. Glowing gold. A shiver ran down his spine. Romance chuckled behind him.
“Come on, Jinu,” Abby needled, slowly rising from the floor, eyes never leaving their target. A predator stalking prey. “Let's see what's hiding beneath.”
“You already pulled my shirt off,” Jinu scoffed, even as the hairs on his arms rose. Romance wrapped both arms tightly around him as if to keep him warm. Or trapped. Or both.
“That still leaves quite a bit to the imagination.” Abby finally stopped in front of Jinu, one finger hooking into a belt hoop.
Jinu jerked back, only to feel the wall of deceptive muscle behind him. In a proper fight, he would be evenly matched to Romance, but right now? Now it felt inevitable. Still, a part of him needed to protest.
“What? We can't just— No! We can't show the fans that.”
“I never mentioned the fans, now did I?”
“But you said—”
“Not this. This?” Abby grabbed Jinu by the chin, long fingers digging into his cheeks. Claws grew out, denting the skin but never piercing it. “Is ours.”
“I've never been good at sharing,” Baby mused idly from the floor.
“Neither have I,” Abby said quietly.
“Perhaps this can be an exception.” Always the diplomat, always the schemer, Romance’s suggestion lit a spark in the other demons’ eyes.
Abby glanced behind Jinu. “Just between band members.”
“Of course,” Romance agreed amicably. “Just between band members.”
Jinu squirmed between them. “Uh, guys, maybe we should—”
Abby pulled him closer, hand travelling down to rest lightly on his throat, a warning and a promise. “Should what?”
Jinu bit his lip. They really shouldn’t break this line. How would they ever come back? He couldn’t, with a good conscience as their leader, use his power like that. But then again, this felt very much like being powerless. Would they even take him seriously afterwards if he gave in now?
Baby groaned in annoyance. “Fucking kiss him or I will.”
Mystery whined and nuzzled up to Baby, already trying to lick into his mouth for a proper kiss again. Romance laughed behind Jinu, whole chest vibrating against his back. Abby rolled his eyes at the command, slid his hand to the back of Jinu’s neck and pulled him into a filthy kiss. Canines scratched against his lips, causing Jinu to moan quietly, leaving just enough room for Abby to deepen the kiss.
Hands roamed his chest as Abby held him steady, the slender fingers from the romantic idol sliding across toned muscles until they could pinch his nipples. Jinu jolted from the sudden touch, noise muffled against an exploring tongue.
“Alright, we get it,” Baby complained somewhere in the room. Jinu felt dizzy when his mouth was finally released. Abby winked and turned their leader’s head, muscles stretching taut to meet Romance in a softer, less violent kiss over his shoulder. Romance cradled his jaw gently and slid his tongue in.
The dreaded word rang out in the room, Abby's tone smug and triumphant. The word that started this whole thing. “Jealous?”
Jinu almost sighed in dismay, if not for Romance’s skilled fingers working on his belt buckle. That certainly caught his attention.
“Wait.”
All movement stopped, even the scuffle happening on the floor. How quickly did they begin a new fight? And how did he not hear it?
“We, uh, we need to focus on the mission.” Jinu’s voice sounded thin, the excuse weak even to his own ears.
“Fuck the mission,” Abby muttered, pushing Mystery off himself and holding the squirming demon down on the floor. Baby, sitting on the taller demon’s legs, rolled his eyes.
“Are we around fans right now?” Romance asked, still behind Jinu and stopping him from moving, from turning around, from doing anything but standing there, staring at his band members half-dressed and slowly growing more feral, if the slitted pupils were any indication.
“No,” Jinu answered reluctantly.
“Then let’s have some fun before it’s back to business.” Romance kissed his neck. “Would that really be so bad? Boss?”
“Please don’t call me that.”
“Okay,” Romance agreed easily. His hands returned to the belt buckle. “Okay?”
Three sets of hungry eyes stared at Jinu.
“This won’t change anything.” Jinu didn’t know why he said it, but he had to; the words just tumbled out. He had to know the plan wouldn’t be completely ruined if they did this.
“Yeah, yeah, we’re still gonna destroy the Honmoon, now shut up and strip.” The last word escaped Baby in a clear command. Abby sat up to get a better look, holding Mystery in a headlock, though the quiet demon did not seem to notice, hidden eyes focused solely on their leader.
Jinu closed his eyes and tilted his head back against Romance’s shoulder in embarrassment. “Do I have to be the first?”
“Lead by example,” Baby shot back.
“Can’t argue with that,” Romance said with a shrug before deft fingers unbuckled and pulled the belt loose, the sound of the leather loud in the quiet room. Romance threw it somewhere; Jinu didn’t open his eyes to look. It didn’t matter at the moment. Only the feeling of burning gazes, the hunger and the heat in the room, the pure want. The button popped open, and the zipper moved one tack at a time, agonisingly slow. Jinu almost wanted to hurry it up, just to get it over with. Finally, Romance pushed his thumbs under the waistband of Jinu’s pants and boxers, pushing both down with one motion. Not as far as he feared, just enough to expose his—embarrassingly—hard dick to the heated air of the dance room. Romance wasted no time and wrapped a hand around it, pumping a few times and almost causing Jinu’s knees to buckle.
“Ah, fuck, wait.”
“Don’t be like that,” Romance murmured. “Look at them.”
Jinu forced his eyes open, peeking down his nose at the sitting demons. All stared enthralled, pants tight around their own erections. Jinu looked away again, too shy at all the attention suddenly being on him, especially while feeling so exposed.
“Perhaps he needs some support,” Baby said, and the sound of someone getting up prepared Jinu for the touch to his stomach. “Or a hand?”
“He already has one,” Abby laughed. “Don’t think two is necessary, even with that size.” The tone wasn’t mocking; it was impressed. Jinu suddenly wanted to see the others. Still, he kept his head on Romance's shoulder.
“Are you just— Ah, just going to watch?” He asked, panting, as Romance never slowed his pace.
Baby chuckled, hand grabbing one of Jinu’s wrists and lifting it to kiss the palm. “Never.”
Romance copied the gesture on his other wrist. A faint blush grew on Jinu’s cheeks. That was not what he expected. It was only when he felt cold leather against his skin that he realised something; he had never heard the belt hit the floor. Forcing his eyes open, Jinu lifted his head to see Baby in front of him, a devilish smile making his eyes scrunch up. Lightning fast, Romance released Jinu’s dick and grabbed both wrists. Baby looped the belt twice and cinched it tight, tying Jinu’s wrists together. The leather bit into his skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to be felt. He shivered.
“Okay?” Romance asked quietly behind him.
A deep breath. “Okay.” The others all smiled, satisfied and hungry.
Baby kissed his bound wrists and let them fall between them. “Good.” Then he pulled Jinu into a kiss. Where Abby had been fast and everywhere at once, and Romance had been slow and gentle, Baby kissed with purpose, each movement deliberate, planned to pull noise after noise out of Jinu.
“Come on, he can’t be that good,” Abby complained when a particularly slow lick made Jinu moan and grab at a shirt that wasn’t there to pull Baby closer. He met bare skin instead, nails painting small crescents. Baby broke the kiss to allow Jinu a second to catch his breath, kissing the side of his mouth before turning to Abby with a scowl.
“Wanna test that out?”
“Fucking bring it.”
Mystery managed to pull himself from the loosening headlock before the two demons collided again. It looked like more teeth than tongue, but Jinu wasn’t about to say anything out loud. He was still dizzy from the kiss and trying to catch up to where this was all heading; messy and filthy and good.
Not that he was afforded much time before the silent demon stood before him, large tusks still stained red and tongue playing with a canine. Mystery tilted his head in question.
Jinu gulped down one last full breath and nodded. Then Mystery descended on him. If not for Romance still behind him, Jinu would have fallen flat on his back from the sheer force of impact. Mystery licked more than he kissed, tongue exploring every inch of Jinu’s mouth, while his tusks scraped against lips and cheeks. It should have been awkward, but Jinu could only moan as he tasted the last of his band members. They should have done this a long time ago.
“Perhaps we should let him sit down, Myst,” Romance suggested. Jinu agreed, feeling his legs shake from being this overwhelmed so quickly.
Mystery hummed and released Jinu’s lips, now swollen from all the attention and shining with spit. He almost collapsed if not for the two demons on either side helping him sit down slowly. Jinu wiped his mouth, seeing faint traces of pink from Mystery’s mouth. Right. Abby’s blood. Mystery whined and dove back in, slicking up whatever Jinu had just managed to wipe away.
“Lift him for a second, Myst,” Romance said, and large hands lifted Jinu’s hips effortlessly to allow the slender demon to pull his pants and boxers down completely. Mystery forced Jinu flat on his back, practically crawling into his lap without ever breaking the kiss. Someone—most likely Romance—pulled his shoes and pants off his feet, leaving their leader completely bare on the floor. He shivered against the cold wood beneath. With the romantic idol no longer behind him, Jinu could finally get a look at the hunger mirrored in his eyes as well. While more subdued, it left a thoughtful expression on his handsome face as Romance considered the two demons before him.
A glance behind him showed the last two demons, still brawling, though they had both somehow ended up only in boxers. The tattered remains of two pairs of jeans showed how that happened, probably without them ever breaking the violent kiss. A few fresh drops of blood stained their sweaty skin.
“I believe they’ll be entertained for a moment.” Romance turned back to Jinu and Mystery, the latter having released his mouth to lick down their leader’s neck to his collarbones. The widening of those tusks was all the warning Jinu received before Mystery bit down. He cursed at the sudden spike of pain.
“Careful,” Romance chided, grabbing a handful of purple hair to pull Mystery off. “No blood here. You can bite Abby all you want later.”
Mystery whined but nodded, licking the wound apologetically when released. Jinu tried to lift a hand to pet the wild mop of purple, but with them still tied together and awkwardly crushed between their bodies, he could do nothing but pant softly as Mystery moved further down. Too far down. Wait.
“Wait—”
Warm, wet heat engulfed his dick, and Jinu almost shouted in surprise. It felt wonderful. Even if it should be impossible, somehow, the tusks couldn’t even be felt. Did Mystery hide them that quickly? One look down showed that no, they were still very much there. And still, no teeth or fangs or anything but soft lips and a dexterous tongue touched his member. With his hands finally free, if still tied together, Jinu let his fingers tangle in purple hair as he groaned, softly urging the other demon to go faster, take it deeper. A happy hum made vibrations run along his dick, and Jinu moaned, hips twitching from the stimulation.
“Like that, right there. Ah!”
Romance left the purple hair to Jinu and instead ran a hand along Mystery’s back, eyes never leaving the lips wrapped around Jinu. “That’s it, good boy.” A truly delighted moan from Mystery, and an almost pained-sounding one from Jinu, answered his words. Romance raised a perfect eyebrow and grinned. “Well, that’s good to know.”
The ominous tone fell on deaf ears, both too caught in the moment to notice much beside each other and the steady stream of praise from the pink-haired demon. Jinu felt a knot form in his stomach, pressure building below, and he pulled harder on Mystery’s hair, begging him to continue, don’t stop, please—
Jinu groaned in disappointment when the wet heat disappeared, opening his eyes to see Romance had pulled Mystery up by the hair to kiss him deeply. Such a tease. He couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad about it. Tongues peeked out between their lips, the hand in Mystery’s hair controlling the pace of their kiss. Jinu considered finishing himself to the sight, but one look at his bound hands made him reconsider. Knowing the others, it would not end well for him.
…Did he want it to?
Pushing that small revelation aside, Jinu instead turned his head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever their last two band members were up to. And oh, how he regretted—loved—that decision. Both demons had bitemarks along their shoulders and trailing down their chests; the crescent indents closed up almost as quickly as they appeared, leaving drops of crimson on their glistening skin. Abby hovered over the smaller demon, and Baby seemed to love every second, his nails scratching long lines across the broad back. Locking eyes, Baby flashed Jinu a sultry smile and rolled his hips up, his and Abby’s still clothed erections rubbing together briefly. Abby growled and pushed him down harder.
“Patience, you brat.”
“Pot calling kettle black,” Baby shot back.
“You fucking—” Abby yelped as Baby wrapped a leg around his waist and flipped them both, the smaller landing on top and nipping the taller's lips playfully. Baby whispered something into the other demon’s ear, too low for Jinu to hear, but the way Abby’s pupils dilated and honed in on Jinu instantly made him squirm. Combined with Mystery still sitting on his legs, and one of Romance’s hands running along his stomach, Jinu felt truly pinned, both literally and figuratively.
“I hope you aren’t forgetting about us,” Baby called.
Romance pulled Mystery back, ignoring the small whine to stare disapprovingly at the formerly wrestling demons. “I should be the one to ask you that. We had to entertain ourselves, you know.” The pout was exaggerated and too tempting not to kiss.
Jinu tried to sit up, but both Romance and Mystery pushed him back down to the floor.
“Well, that won’t do at all.” Baby rolled his hips again. Abby groaned and grabbed his hips, keeping the movement going. “Come on, don’t hump me like a dog. That’s Mystery’s thing.”
In answer, Mystery finally wrenched his hair free from Romance’s loosening grip to dive down and swallow Jinu’s dick again.
“Fuck!” Multiple voices uttered the curse, but Jinu was too busy chasing his climax to hear who.
Baby clicked his tongue in disapproval, getting up off of Abby to join the group.
Abby scrambled to follow, hissing at the tightness in his boxers. “Fuck it, these are pure torture.” In barely the blink of an eye, Abby stood completely naked, pouncing on Romance to wrestle the tight jeans off of him, too. Romance hissed and scratched whatever he could reach, but the fight was no more than for show. They all felt uncomfortable at this point and needed release. Baby joined Mystery beside Jinu, watching the frenzied pace for a few seconds before pulling Mystery off. Both groaned as they separated again.
“Come on!” Jinu knew whining wouldn’t help, but he was so close, he couldn’t stop it. Mystery fought the grip harder this time, just as interested in finishing Jinu off. Maybe even more.
“It’s no fun if we finish too soon,” Baby admonished mockingly. “Is that what you want? To end it before we even begin? Huh?”
Mystery shook his head the best he could. Jinu glared at the ceiling in frustration.
A harsh grip around his dick made Jinu choke on a breath.
“Answer me,” Baby demanded.
“No.”
“No, what?”
Jinu glared back.
“Too good for manners?”
Romance groaned in relief behind them when Abby finally managed to pull the tight fabric off of him. Still, Jinu said nothing.
“Fine.” Baby released Mystery. “Go on then.”
That felt like a trap, and yet, Jinu didn’t have time to consider the outcome before he felt Mystery lick from the base all the way to the tip of his cock and swallowed once more. The denial had left him high-strung, and it took no time at all to return to the edge. He clenched his teeth and waited to be denied once more. But no one pulled Mystery away.
“Don’t be quiet now,” Baby whispered into Jinu’s ear. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Let us hear.”
Fingers pulled gently on his chin, forcing Jinu’s mouth open, where he didn’t even notice he’d bitten down on his lower lip to stop his moans. With nothing to stop him, Jinu thrust up into the warm mouth, chasing the pleasure as Mystery hummed happily around him.
Jinu came with a long moan, body seizing up, and dick burrowed as far down Mystery’s throat as possible. The other demon took it all without complaint, swallowing until Jinu pulled back from oversensitivity. He collapsed, boneless, chest heaving for breath. Baby clapped Jinu’s cheek condescendingly and moved in to kiss Mystery, tasting their leader on his tongue.
Both Romance and Abby stopped their own play to listen to Jinu come, hurrying over when he sagged against the floor. Baby protested when Abby pulled them apart to lick into Mystery’s mouth, and Romance offered an apologetic kiss to pacify him. Jinu stayed on the floor, watching his band members kiss enthusiastically above him, moaning, tasting him between them.
“Fuck, we should have done this a long time ago,” Abby groaned as he released Mystery. A quiet nod showed his agreement.
“We work too hard,” Romance added. “A break is only healthy.”
“The mission,” Jinu said quietly, a part of him still too stubborn to give in.
“Mission this, mission that, give it a break, Jinu,” Abby said flippantly. “It’s working, isn’t it? Relax.”
“We don’t have time—”
“For once, listen to us and stop ignoring us.” Abby loomed above, pupils shrunk to slits and teeth flashing in the harsh fluorescent light. “You always go on about the mission, always have your head buried in a notebook or your computer or whatnot. Have you forgotten there are five of us?”
“Of course not!” Jinu protested. “But the Honmoon is still—”
Abby grabbed his chin, cutting him off mid-sentence. Jinu dug his nails into his wrist, but the taller demon didn’t seem to notice. “Shut up. No more talk about the mission or Honmoon or whatever the fuck else you wanna use as an excuse. Either tell us you want to leave, or shut. Up.”
Jinu wanted to shut up; he wanted to enjoy the moment, wanted the same casual indifference his band members had, but he couldn’t. The voices, the memories, he just wanted them gone. He wanted peace. Four pairs of eyes stared at him, waiting for his decision.
The words left his mouth in a snarl, “Make me.”
Abby grinned. “Good answer.”
They all descended on Jinu, mouths and hands covering every inch of skin, tasting, biting, caressing, scratching, pinching, too much and not enough all at once. His bound hands were pushed down above his head, and his legs lifted to leave him exposed and panting. Slick fingers plunged into his hole with no warning, punching a groan of discomfort and pleasure out of his slack mouth. It hurt, but it only heightened everything else.
Too much happened, Jinu couldn’t tell who touched him where, or who murmured what against his skin. A litany of praise and insults filtered through his hazy mind: “So good for us”, “pathetic”, “listen to those sounds”, “desperate thing”. Jinu could only moan and chase the feeling of the fingers spreading him open harshly.
As quickly as they all surrounded him, everyone backed off again, leaving him empty and cold on the floor. Cracking a damp eye open, Jinu glanced around.
Four naked demons hovered above him, lust and hunger shining in glowing, golden eyes. Their skin almost glowed where their faces were cast in shadow from the lights overhead.
“So, who's going first?” Romance asked casually.
Jinu bit his lip at the sheer size of them, knowing some would fit easier than others, and wait, first? Where did that come from? Who said he would take them all?
“First?” Jinu asked dumbly.
Sorry for the cut! This got way longer than I expected. The last part is almost finished, I’m just struggling with the ending.
(NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL! Also lots of my inside thoughts came out...)
Romance loves kissing you. Its one of his favourite activities.
Making out with you however… that has to be done in private. He can’t let just anyone see or hear just how needy he gets you.
You don’t even remember how it started, all you know was that you and Romance had the house to yourselves and he had someone how convinced you that a few kisses wouldn’t hurt.
They didn’t hurt at all, matter of fact they felt too good.
Good enough for him to carry you up to his room….
Now, with more privacy, Romance sat on the edge of his bed, enough space for you to remain straddling him.
He loved kissing you like this, being able to look up at you working so hard for your pleasure. He was so gentle with the way he moved, his hands slipping onto your hips grinding you even closer to him as you gasped against his pretty plump lips.
He took his chance, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth and fuuuuuck. Their mouths moved as one, your hands sliding into his luscious long hair as he pressed youeven closer, almost like he needed to mold you into him.
HE let out a low groan as you tugged at his hair, lips parting from yours to look at you. You couldn’t tell if he was feeling playful or even more heated. It lasted for barely a second before he flipped you over so he now laid above you.
“You’re always so pretty for me,” he murmured, one hand pressed above your head, then he leaned back down, connecting your lips once more.
Lord help me bro.
You could feel him smirk against your lips as you gripped his shirt to pull him in closer. His hand tightened, trying to retain some form of control over his body. The man wanted to completely worship you.
His free hand caressed your exposed skin gently as his lips moved from yours, slowly making their way down your neck as you whined softly into his hair.
Your hand stayed twisted in his hair, tugging lightly as he kissed and sucked along your collarbone. Every small whimper you let out made him twitch above you, made him want to lose every ounce of self-control he believed he had.
“Romance…” you breathed, and the sound of his name on your lips nearly undid him. He pulled back just enough to look at you again, lips swollen, eyes hooded, a lazy grin tugging at his mouth.
“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me,” he muttered, voice low, before diving back in to claim your lips. Cliche, I know but broooooo ????
The kiss wasn’t gentle. He was hungry. His mouth moved against yours like he was starved, tongue sliding past your lips, stealing every sound you made before you could even breathe it out. His hips shifted closer, pressing you down into the mattress, grinding slow but deliberate.
Your hands trailed from his hair down his shoulders, tugging at his shirt, and he laughed into the kiss, his smug voice taking over your senses. “Impatient, aren’t you?”
You rolled your hips up in answer, earning another groan from him, louder this time, the kind of sound he’d never let slip if anyone else were around. His hand above your head slid lower, fingers tangling with yours, pinning it gently into the bed as if to remind you he wasn’t close to done.
His lips left yours again, trailing heat across your jaw, down the side of your throat, teeth dragging in quick, teasing nips. He kissed lower, painting a path across your skin, making sure to leave another mark where he knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it later.
