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Apr 18

Life with the Boys

Summary: Your day to day with the Saja Boys– your five devilishly handsome boyfriends treating you right. In other words; a compilation of smutty one shots with you and polysaja.

Poly!Saja Boys x F!Reader

Content Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f! receiving), threesomes, cocky demons, brat!baby, slight dom/sub dynamics, begging, restraint, fingering (f!receiving), hair pulling, nipple/breast play, shower sex, slight voyeurism, choking, spanking, biting, finishing inside, stoplight/color system as safe words, edging/teasing, slight pain kink, scratching, demonic traits (such as but not limited to; fangs, claws, glowing eyes and patterns, and unnatural skin colors), pet names, hickies, and possibly more. Let me know if I missed any!

Not beta read—please excuse any mistakes!

You don't really know how you got here– five supernatural men at your beck and call, willing to do whatever you pleased, whenever you pleased but hey, you weren't complaining. It meant there was never a dull moment, never time where you could say that you had to be lonely (but if you wanted personal space they would give it), never did you have to do anything for yourself if you didn't want to. You were pampered. Spoiled. Worshipped even. And yes, it takes getting used to, but hell if it didn't make you feel good. And oh, did they make you feel good.

•♡•

"Another one princess, I know you can," Baby teases, his hands warm on the inside of your thighs. That stupid lopsided grin he saves for at home grows as your breath hitches and he presses another sloppy kiss to your thigh.

You were still coming down from the high of your last orgasm, breathing heavy and the sheen of sweat settling over your skin made the air in the room feel cooler than it was. What a predicament you had gotten yourself into; sandwiched between a couple of demons on silk sheets. Absolutely baffling. Shifting your hips slightly you feel Jinu's hard length pressing into your lower back through his sweat pants from where you sit between his legs. "I– I don't know if–"

"Sure you can," Baby says, fingertips digging ever so slightly into the soft flesh of your thighs. His golden eyes flick to the man behind you. "What do you think, Jagi?"

Jinu's fingers trail delicately up your side, his touch feather light and downright sinuous. He leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his palm comes to rest against your ribcage. "C'mon pretty girl, don't you think he deserves a reward for how well he's been doing?"

Baby absolutely glows at the praise, pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh to hide his smile. Gently you nod your head, still trying to catch your breath– a moment you wouldn't get as the second he was given the okay, Baby had dove straight back into your core, eating you out like a man starved. It was something many wouldn't expect, all cutesy and pastel on stage. But the man was an absolute sex fiend behind closed doors. You let out a sound crossed between a gasp and a shriek, one hand flying to grip his hair and the other covering your mouth.

"Ah hey," Jinu scolds quietly, gently taking your wrist in his hand and pulling your hand away from your lips. "I want to hear every beautiful sound you make."

The whine that escapes you would wound your pride if you were in a less needy headspace, but it was never something you could help once your boys got determined. Your hand falls to Jinu's thigh, squeezing softly as Baby works diligently between your legs. He plunges two fingers into your core and curls, hitting just the right spot. A wanton moan falls from your lips and your grip tightens in his aqua hair, causing him to moan too and sending vibrations through your entire being. Once again you find yourself at the edge of pleasure, feeling the coil in your lower belly tighten more and more.

"Please," your voice is a hoarse whisper. "Please, please, please!"

Legs shaking, you shift and try to thrust your hips up, desperately looking for more friction. Anything to push yourself into the ecstasy of orgasm.

"Greedy thing," Baby grumbles and braces his forearm across your lower stomach, effectively pinning your hips down. Jinu moves, hooking his ankles under yours and pushing your knees open with his hands, palms warm on your skin.

"You gotta behave now," he coos, voice dropping just a couple shades darker. "Be a good girl for us, okay?"

Damn their demonic strength, but oh if didn't turn you on more. They had you unraveling under their touch and you were loving every second of it.

"Please!" You cry, begging for release. "Jinu! Baby, please!"

"Huh? Please what, pretty girl?" Jinu asks, playing innocent, regardless of being anything but.

"Please let me cum!" You beg, you were almost there. Just a little more, just a little further.

"Well since you asked so nicely," Jinu says and Baby hums, moving his fingers to just the right spot and suddenly you're toppling right over the edge, seeing stars and screaming their names loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

As you come down from your high, spots clearing from your vision you hear soft murmurs.

"Did so well princess," Baby says, running his hands over your thighs comfortingly as he crawls up to his knees in between your legs.

"You really did." Jinu agreed as he brushes your hair back from your face, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and shifting his attention to Baby. "But next time we'll switch spots, huh? Let me pleasure our girl?"

"Maybe," Baby says, a sly grin creeping up on his face. "Settle for a taste right now?"

And with that he leans just past you and captures Jinu's lips with his, uncharacteristically soft. Jinu hums contentedly into the kiss as Baby pulls back and stares down at you.

"Hear how eager he is princess?" He leans down and kisses you too, hand cupping your jaw. "Ready for another round?"

•♡•

Sighing gently as you tucked the last of your laundry into your dresser, you slid the drawer closed with a soft thud. Finally, with the chores done you could relax. Turning on your heel, you move to exit the room but squeal when instead you're met with Mystery hovering just behind you, head cocked to the side.

"Myst! You scared me!" You say with a breathy laugh, grasping at his arm for stability. "I didn't even hear you come in."

He stares down at you, remaining silent. Oh, these demon men would be the death of you, you just know it. "Did you need something?"

"Missed you." He mumbles taking a step forward and crowding further into your space. You laugh again and take a step back walking with him.

"I've been home all day?" You tried, confused by his antics.

"Mm-mm," he shakes his head, continuing forward and herding you back. "Missed you."

His tone shifted to something a little more intense, something with more bite. His hair shifts and you see a flash of gold under his silvery bangs.

"Oh," you say, understanding what he means as your lower back hits the dresser, his hands resting on the edge, effectively caging you in.

He leans forward, lips barely brushing against yours and you can barely see his face with how close he is. "Good?" He asks.

"Good." You reply, and he crashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, hands finding your hips. His fingers brush under the hem of your shirt as the edge of the dresser digs into your spine.

Your finger tangle in his hair, twisting into the pale locks and you tug, earning a growl from him. "That's dangerous, lovey."

"And what about it?" You ask, watching as more of his demonic features start to peak through his human glamour. "I like a little danger."

He laughs lowly, and pulls you into him. He trails open mouthed kisses down your neck, stopping to nip at your pulse point and you squeal. "Myst!"

"Hmm?" He hums in question, lips trailing over your jaw. You laugh, knowing that him being in this mood means you'll be here for a while.

"What's gotten into you?" You ask, running your fingers through his hair before dropping your arms around the back of his neck.

"Missed you." He says again, like the answer is obvious. That's gonna be the only answer you get. He pulls back slightly and you watch as the purple patterns he has become more apparent, glowing slightly. He trails a hand over the button of your jeans, peering at you through his bangs. You nod your head and the side of his mouth quirks up, one of his fangs peaking out.

He unbuttons your jeans, slipping his hand into them and your panties. A gasp escapes your lips as his fingers find your clit and you grip his shoulders for support.

He's playing at this point, his other hand brushing up and pushing your shirt up over the swell of your breasts. He tugs one side of your bra down, ducking his head down to take your nipple into his mouth as he slips a finger into your entrance causing you to moan.

"Mystery," you gasp out, tangling your fingers into his hair. He works another finger in, pumping in and out slowly, his palm grinding against your clit at an agonizingly slow pace while he moves his mouth across your chest. He hums and sucks the flesh in between his teeth, nipping and leaving marks as he goes.

"Good?" He checks in, fingers still working in and out of you.

"Good. So good." You tell him and he smiles, moving to kiss the column of your throat, no doubt leaving marks there too. He picks up the pace, moving his hand against your core faster and you move your hips with him, chasing your orgasm.

The coil in your belly tightens and you feel heat start to spread through your body as he continues to work at your core.

"Myst!" You cry out, feeling the coil snap as pleasure rushes through your body. He continues to finger you through your orgasm, pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Oh, Mystery!"

He captures your lips with his and slows his movements to a stop. When he pulls back and removes his hand from the waistband of your jeans he carefully sticks his fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean like that's all he wanted in life.

He carefully drops to his knees in front of you and gently tugs on the waistband of your jeans, head cocked to the side innocently like he didn't just do the dirtiest thing. "More?"

•♡•

Steam starts to curl around the edges of the mirror as you kick your slippers to the side. You turn sliding your thumbs under the waistband of your pyjama bottoms, getting ready to remove them for your long awaited shower when you see a pair of golden eyes watching you from the doorway. Freezing in your tracks, you take in the demon before you; all soft lines and lanky limbs propping himself up against the doorframe, a lazy smirk starting to form on his lips.

"Well now angel, don't stop on my account."

"Romance," You hiss, taking a step closer to him. "How did you even get in here?"

"Did you know you don't lock the door frighteningly often?" he quips. You blink at him in silence, letting his question sit for a beat. You suppose you don't, but you feel safe enough in your home that you don't feel the need to. Even so, how he managed to open the door without you hearing was baffling in itself. Always full of surprises, your boys were.

"Anyway, I just wanted to grab this–" he says, sauntering further into the bathroom and plucking his hairbrush off the counter– "and then I was distracted by such a beautiful specimen."

He trails the handle of the brush along your jaw delicately, locking his eyes onto yours. Goosebumps raise across your skin as you look into his golden, catlike irises. If the room wasn't already steamy from the hot shower that had already been running without anyone in it for far too long, you swear the intimacy in his gaze would have fogged the glass. He just had a way like that.

So of course, it was at that moment he chose to turn with a smile many would call sweet, but you– you would call evil, and head for the door. "But I can see you're very busy, so I'll just see myself out–"

As he steps back, your hand darts out and grabs the front of his shirt, wrapping the silk so tightly in your fist you aren't sure if the wrinkles would ever come out. The startled look on his face doesn't last but a moment, shifting over to a self-satisfied smile.

"Where do you think you're going?" You ask him, pulling him back towards you. He lets you move him around like a rag doll, despite the fact that he's stronger than you are.

"I thought you were going to take a shower angel?" He asks, feigning an innocent expression despite the sly smirk still plastered on his face.

"Don't play dumb with me," you say, poking a finger at his chest. "I know what you're playing at."

"Oh?"He asks. "And what would that be?"

Your eyes narrow and his smirk grows wider. "You just wanna see me naked."

He gasps dramatically, bringing a hand to his heart. "Me? Never!"

You roll your eyes and tug at the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips to his. In the background you pick up on the sound of the hairbrush clattering to the ground as he brings both hands to your face and deepens the kiss.

"Everything okay in here?" The door creaks open further and you break away from Romance, seeing Abby standing at the door with a curious expression on his face.

"Oh it's grand," Romance says, batting his eyes and breaking away from you to sidle up to the taller man. "I just came in here to get something and this absolutely stunning woman tried to jump my bones. Please say you'll help me out?"

"What?" You blurt out. Is he serious? "Romance, I was just trying to take a shower."

"And then you kissed me!"

"After you opened the door!"

Through the arguing, you barely registered Abby stepping further into the bathroom and closing the door behind him with a firm click. His eyes flick back and forth between the two of you, the playful energy lighting up more and more.

"But what could be done?" Romance laments, wrapping his arms around Abby's waist and resting his chin on his chest. "I'm only a man."

Abby chuckles and presses a quick kiss to his boyfriend's lips. "Guess we'll just have to satiate her appetite then."

How were they making this your fault? This was definitely not your fault. The two men turn their gazes to you and before you can say Soda Pop they have you sandwiched between them.

The contrast of Romance's delicate touch, dragging his hands down your arms as his breath ghosts over the back of your neck; and Abby's firm grasp on your sides as he grinds his hips into yours has you reeling. It's dizzying, and addicting all together. Abby leans down and kisses you, his lips hungry and warm, and suddenly you're completely okay with this being your fault.

Hands from all parties roam, tugging and pulling at clothes. Article after article of clothing is removed and thrown to the wayside and eventually they guide you step by step into the steaming shower.

Abby's strong arms wrap around you, one around your waist and the other gliding up and his hand wraps around your neck, not aggressively, but enough for you to know he's there. He pulls you into him, your back pressing against his chest as the water cascades down from behind him. You can feel his rapidly hardening length pressing into your lower back.

Romance hooks a finger under your chin, forcing your gaze into his as he presses closer. The damp air has strands of his hair sticking to his neck and sides of his face, and his necklace rests on his sternum, dripping already.

"Oh angel– you are quite the sight," he sighs, leaning in so that his lips are barely brushing yours. "Beautiful as always."

You hum and run a hand up his arm, a dopey smile crossing your face. Abby's grip tightens just slightly around your neck, not on your windpipe, no. Just at the sides, and just enough to lessen blood flow slightly. You hum again as the steam in the bathroom mixes with the haze in your mind and Abby speaks from behind you.

"Color?" He asks, his grip loosening enough for you to think, but he keeps you steady and upright.

"Green."

You can't see his face, but Romance smiles and shares a look with the man behind you. "Good. I can't wait for us to ruin you."

Heat pools in your belly at the thought. With these two it would be the best of both worlds, the rougher and more dominant side with Abby; and well, Romance got his name for a reason, he tended to be softer and more tender in his loving.

Abby's hand snakes down from your waist to your core and runs his fingers through your slick folds. Your breath hitches and your eyes flutter shut.

"Oh no, eyes on me lovely." You force your eyes to open again and look at Romance again, his fingers trailing delicately over your jaw. "There we go, I want to see how he's making you feel."

Abby's strong fingers draw circles on your clit, building you up slowly to pleasure as Romance presses soft kisses to your jaw. His deft fingers find your nipples, twisting and tweaking in just the right ways to have your skin lighting up as your knees go weak from the way Abby moves between your legs.

If you had any inclination that this was how things would pan out when you first went to take a shower, you might have been more eager. Now, the coil in your abdomen starts to wind tighter as they work, and Romance presses a kiss to your jaw. A groan escapes you and you hear them both chuckle.

"Feeling good babygirl?" Abby asks, strong arms keeping you upright as he works.

You nod your head and hum out an affirmation, and Romance pulls back, his nose brushing against yours.

"Words angel," he says, hands trailing across your skin that's now slick from the cascade of water.

"Y–yes," you manage to get out, stumbling over your words from the pleasure coursing through your system. "Yes! Please."

Another laugh, and Romance presses a kiss to your lips before asking you: "Please what?"

"Please let me cum!" The words tumble from your lips before you can even think, and it has the men around you pausing. No, you think as you bite your lip. That's the opposite of what you wanted.

"If you insist," Abby says, and you watch as Romance drops to his knees in front of you. He hikes one of your legs over his shoulder before burying his face in your cunt.

Your pleasure skyrockets, and you've never been more glad to have Abby holding you upright. His arms hold you tight, but his hands caress your body, squeezing in all the right places.

Romance works diligently, pressing slender fingers into your entrance and sucking on your clit. The whine that escapes you echoes off the tiles of the shower and your pleasure builds.

"C'mon babygirl," Abby murmurs in your ear. "Let go, you know you want to."

With a curl of Romance's fingers, you tumble into an orgasm, gasping into the steamy air. He works you through the pleasure before standing back up, and pressing a kiss to your jaw.

"Good girl," he purrs, leaning over your shoulder to kiss Abby. "Isn't she?"

"Always," Abby replies. "Let's see how many more we can get, yeah?"

•♡•

"Oh pretty girl," Jinu says breathlessly as you sink down onto his hard length, straddling his lap where he sits against the headboard of his bed. He hadn't been out all day and you just wanted to check on him, honest. But then a kiss turned a little heated and well, now you're here. "you're gonna break me one of these days."

You card your fingers through his hair and kiss along his jaw before slowly moving your hips back up. The gasp he lets out is soft and he grips at your thighs, eyes squeezed shut as you move.

"Jinu," you say, the melodic lilt in your voice calling out to him likes siren song as you tilt his chin up to look at you. He opens his eyes and the gold in his irises flashes for a moment before calming down just a bit. "Are you okay?"

"More than okay," He answers, his hands trailing up your sides. "Just trying to control myself."

A giggle escapes you and you keep the pace brutally slow. "Why? Don't you want to let go a little?"

He lets out a strained laugh, palms pressing into your sides. "You're making me want to."

You sink down fully, feeling his tip brush your cervix and stop. Watching as his jaw clenches. You hold his gaze steady, challenging him. "So do it."

His eyes flash again, this time accompanied by the purple flash of his patterns on his skin glowing and he grits his teeth. "Pretty girl, you don't know what–"

"Oh, I really do." You say, wiggling your hips just a little and he groans. His grip tightens and he moves you up and back down, his hips meeting yours as a self satisfied grin spreads across your face.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, no doubt leaving marks as he fucks into you. "Such a brat today, huh?"

"Only for you, Jinu" you tease, and he groans. You both know that's not true—but in the moment, neither of you care.

He clamps a hand over your mouth for only a moment before slipping it down to your neck and lightly squeezing. He doesn't apply any other pressure, you know it's because he's afraid he would hurt you, but he holds you in place like that anyway. "Guess I'll have to fuck the attitude out of you, hm?"

You don't answer. You don't have to. Both of you know that was exactly what you wanted. The smile on your face says it all.

He thrusts his hips up, holding yours in place and the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. Claws dig into your skin slightly, the sting welcome. "That's what you wanted, huh? For me to fuck you like this?"

"Mmhmm," you nod your head, smile still on your face and he laughs. It's not often that Jinu takes control like this, but when he does– it's intoxicating. His hand trails from your neck to your cheek, brushing the hair away from your face before he grips your hips again with both hands.

"I guess you've been good enough to deserve it," he says. Your fingertips dig into his shoulders, his patterns glowing just a little brighter where your nails meet his skin.

He sucks in a breath, eyelashes fanning out across his cheek bones. His thumb dips down, making tight circles on your clit. A wanton moan falls from your lips as pleasure starts to coarse through your body.

"C'mon pretty girl," He all but begs. "Cum for me. I know you're there."

You clench down on his cock at his words, eliciting a groan from him and causing his hips to stutter. Your orgasm builds and you cry out his name as you cum. "Jinu!"

He bucks his hips up only a few more times, chasing his own orgasm shortly after yours. The two of you sit for a moment, foreheads pressed together, trying to catch your breath.

You lean forward and press your lips to his. "I like when you take control."

"Oh yeah?" He asks with a small laugh, cheeks dusted pink. "I should do it more often then?"

"Definitely."

•♡•

Every one of your demon boyfriends was different. From the way they talked and carried themselves, to the way they liked their tea. And especially in the way they fucked you.

Romance was sensual, he took his time. Mystery likes to mark you up and make you squirm. And Abby... well he liked to play rough. He was caring too, he's never crossed any of your boundaries and the aftercare is always top tier, but oh did he like to ruin you first.

That's how you ended up with your cheek pressed into the sheets of his bed, legs shaking under you as he fucked you through your latest orgasm.

"That's it babe, just like that." He says, hips snapping flush with yours. His stamina certainly was abundant. "Love the way you squeeze me."

The moan that escapes you is loud and his palm lands on the plush cheek of your ass with a loud crack, eliciting a whimper from you. His hand runs over your hip and he slows to a stop, leaning over your back to brush the hair off your cheek and away from your face.

His expression is curious, knuckles brushing gently across your cheek bone as he asks, "Color?"

You manage to focus your glassy eyes on him and muster out your answer. "Gr-green."

He breaks out into a cocky grin and catches a string of drool from the corner of your mouth. "Perfect. Lemme know if that changes babygirl."

He barely leaned back before he was back at the brutal pace he was before, the head of his cock bullying your cervix so nicely. Another slap to your ass and the sting keeps you grounded to reality in your blissfully fucked out state, as his hand snakes around your waist and his fingers find your sensitive clit.

"A-abby!" You whine, the feeling damn near overwhelming as you grip the sheets and he pushes you towards your rapidly approaching orgasm.

"So close babe," he says, starting to lose his rhythm. "Almost there, one more for me."

His fingers keep rubbing circles on your clit, and you cry out as you tumble over the edge, clamping down on him. He groans, hips snapping up into yours forcefully as you feel the tell-tale warmth spread through you from his orgasm as well.

A moment passes as the two of you breathe heavily, his hands rubbing comfortingly up and down your sides. "So good babygirl, so good."

He pulls out, and you feel warmth drip down your thighs as he helps you flip over on your back. "How're you feeling?"

You hum contentedly as he brushes your hair back from your face and his eyes search yours. "Feelin' good."

"Good." He lets a dopey grin slip to match yours and presses a kiss to your forehead. "That's good."

•♡•

Teeth sink into your shoulder and the pitchy whine that escapes you is nothing short of embarrassing.

"Wussing out on us already?" Baby asks, licking a stripe up the column of your neck. You cling to him, fists bunching into his sweater as he noses into the crook of your neck, just behind your ear.

"You wish," you gasp out as Mystery pulls back slightly, pressing a kiss to the pulsing spot on your shoulder he had just worked his teeth into. From where he stands behind you, he wraps an arm around your waist, fingers digging under the edge of your waistband. The other reaches out past you, grabbing blindly for Baby.

Somehow, you weren't entirely sure how exactly, but these two had managed to get you worked completely up without so much as removing a stitch of anyone's clothing. Sure, the tug of a collar here and there, or the undoing of a button. But still– everyone remained technically fully clothed.

Baby hums and you feel the dig of his claws into your hip as he separates himself from your neck, only to press a kiss to Mystery's lips over your shoulder.

"Good," he says lowly. "Because, we're just getting started."

There's a throaty growl and Mystery's fingers find their way further down below the waistband of your panties, dipping into your slick folds. Another whine from you and Baby laughs, sliding his hands up underneath your shirt and cupping your breasts.

"Such pretty noises," he says, pulling the cups of your bra down. "And all for us. Isn't that just perfect Myst?"

You hardly register the hum of agreement– you're too preoccupied with the feeling of his fingers circling your clit. Of Baby finding your nipples and giving just the faintest twist. Of Mystery nipping at your pulse point at the crook of your neck.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips and you feel your knees start to go weak as pleasure builds in you. Leaning your weight back into Mystery, you bite back a groan and Baby leans in closer.

"Got you all hot and bothered, princess?" He asks, cocky smirk on his features. "Not surprising, we all know how good Myst is with his hands."

At those words, Mystery plunges two fingers into you and you groan. The heels of his hand grinds into your clit and your hips buck as you start to chase your high.

Baby kisses up the side of your neck, stopping to suck bruises into your skin every so often. His hands squeeze at your hips and you're glad for it, not sure that you would be standing it weren't for him keeping you upright.

There's a particular moment where Mystery's fingers curl in a come hither motion and your breath catches in your throat as the coil in your belly snaps. Ecstasy rushes over you and your eyes roll back.

As you come down from your high, the two men support you, keeping you upright and standing. Mystery gently retracts his hand from your pants and Baby grins.

"So," the man in front of you says. "Ready for round two?"

•♡•

The silk bindings that Romance had oh so carefully picked out and wrapped around your wrists bit into your skin slightly as you tugged on the restraints. You couldn't help it, really– the way he's had his face buried in your cunt for the past hour, teasing you relentlessly, it made you want to bury your fingers in his hair.

"Ro–Romy," the nickname tumbles from your lips in a breathy moan, and his golden irises flick up as he raises his head to meet your gaze.

"Yes angel?" He asks, syrupy sweet as he licks his lips. The grin he wears is devastatingly sinful.

Catching your breath, you bite your lip and revel in the feel of him shifting between your legs. Slowly he starts to crawl up your unclothed form, keeping you pinned to the bed beneath you with his glowing gaze the entire time.

He stops, hovering just above you, hair tied in a messy knot at the back of his head. "Words love, I need words."

His fingers trail delicately across your cheek bone, brushing away the stray hair that was caught on your lip. Your breath catches in your throat and his eyes snap back to yours, seeming to glow in the dark.

"Please," you manage to get out, voice barely a whisper. You clear your throat and try again. "Please– Romy, fuck me."

A grin spreads across his lips, and a delighted hum escapes him. "Is that what you want angel?"

Desperately you nod your head, mumbling your pleas and he laughs lightly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It's nothing fleeting, you can taste a mix of him and your own release from your previous orgasms as he works his mouth against yours before pulling away.

"If that's what you want," He stands fully, slowly undoing the last couple of buttons on his shirt before dropping it to the floor. Sensually, he trails his fingers along the waistband of his jeans as he moves to take those off as well. Always a show with him.

And it always gets to you.

Squeezing your thighs together, you hope to find some friction in the movement, but are unfortunately met with a lackluster amount. Tugging at the silk ties keeping your wrists bound to the headboard, you let out a groan when they don't let up.

"Oh, that's not very good, now is it?" Romance coos, leaning back over you with his now nude form. His hand brushes between your thighs, parting them easily and slipping between your legs. "Be good for me, yes?"

Nodding eagerly, you groan as he guides his length to your soaked entrance. Your thighs squeeze his hips and he gasps, head falling to your shoulder.

Fuck. The way he slowly sinks into you, sliding in inch by inch to let you accommodate– it's addictive. Clearly he thinks so too, his voice cracking slightly as he speaks. "You're absolutely heavenly, love."

Another moan escapes you as he bottoms out. His lips anchor to the base of your neck and he starts moving, slowly dragging himself in and out.

It doesn't take long for the coil in your abdomen to build, that's what happens when you've spent the better part of the evening being worked up repeatedly– and Romance can tell. He picks up the pace, snaking a hand down between the two of you to find your clit.

"Let go love," he purrs, nose brushing against yours and lips ghosting across your own in an almost-kiss. "Let go for me."

The mix of sensations finally gets to you; the binds at your wrists, the fullness of him, his fingers on your clit. It pushes you across the edge and an orgasm takes over, sending pleasure coursing through your body. His hips snap up into yours as he chases his own high and finishes with a groan.

A moment passes where you float back into yourself, and Romance presses a kiss to your cheek as he pulls out and carefully unties the silk binds on your wrists.

"Beautiful angel, you are amazing." He says sweetly, rubbing sensation back into your wrists. "How are you feeling?"

A content hum escapes your lips before you can think and the smile that crosses your expression answers before you can. "With you? Always great."

•♡•

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" You gasp as Baby nips at the inside of your thigh, pinching your clit with a wicked grin.

"Don't know." He pretends to think for a moment. "Can't remember. It's been a long time. Y'know being a centuries old demon and all."

You roll your eyes and try to catch your breath after your last denied orgasm. "Brat."

"That's one word for me," he says slyly, smiling as he presses a few kisses to the inside of your leg. He grabs you by your thighs and yanks you closer to him, looming over you, gold eyes flashing playfully. "But you love me anyway."

"Do I?" You ask, mostly to be annoying– and he laughs, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. His necklace brushes against your chest, the cold metal chain a stark contrast to your warm skin making you gasp.

Once again, you somehow ended up completely naked and he has yet to lose anything but his stupid hat. But that seems to commonly be the way with Baby. He laughs again and trails his lips across your jaw and down the column of your throat, pausing at a point or two to no doubt leave hickeys for everyone to see.

"Baby," you groan, carding one hand through his hair and the other tugging at his sweater.

"Yeah princess?" He asks, his lips brushing against your throat. You tug at his sweater again and he shifts backwards, looking down at you with an amused expression. "You want me naked that bad, huh?"

"Baby."

He laughs at your semi-scandalized expression before he pulls the sweater over his head, further messing up his hair in the process. "Okay, okay. Even though you didn't ask very nicely."

You roll your eyes again and prop yourself up on your elbows, watching as he unbuttons his jeans and kicks those to the side. You take in his lean form and the patterns that snake across his skin, glowing faintly in the dim room. He catches your gaze and smirks, striking a pose.

"See something you like?"

You roll your eyes again and drop back down on the mattress, trying to fight back the smile.

"C'mon," he says, kneeling on the bed over you. "You know you love it."

"Uh-huh," you say, turning your face away from him. He gently grips your jaw and turns your face back to look at him, cocky smile still plastered on his face.

"Am I gonna have to change your mind?"

"Maybe." You say, and he laughs before pressing another kiss to your jaw.

"Challenge accepted." He trails his lips over to yours, kissing you deeply and warmly, one of his hands snaking its way down between your bodies. You gasp his fingers slide over your clit, still sensitive from earlier and he nips at your lip before moving to kiss your neck.

He keeps going, rubbing tight circles over your bundle of nerves, building you up to your orgasm. Your breathing hitches and you whimper as you feel the rush coming on and right as it's about to hit–

He pulls his hand away.

"Baby." You groan. He laughs from where he's tucked into the crook of your neck and you buck your hips and rub your thighs together to try and get that release you've been denied so many times already tonight.

"Ah, hey." He says, swatting lightly at your legs. "Be good."

"Why don't you–" you say, grabbing his shoulders and flipping him onto his back. "Be good?"

Pure surprise colors his features, jaw dropped open and his eyes wide. If you hadn't caught him off guard he probably wouldn't have let you flip him. You pin his hand next to his head, well aware that he's stronger than you and could easily flip you back at any moment.

"Hmm?" You keep going. Feeling the rush of surprising him and the sexual frustration of being edged all night has you riding a very particular high. "No funny jokes now, huh?"

He closes his mouth, eyes flashing brightly as he watches you above him. You grind down onto his hard cock inside his underwear and he hisses, fists clenching slightly.

"Oh, poor Baby," you coo, straddling his hips more comfortably and letting his wrists go to caress his cheek gently. "Your plans didn't work out the way you wanted?"

You can almost see the gears turning in his head as he moves to prop himself up on his elbows, dragging his eyes up and down your body. He blinks a couple times and clears his throat.

"Maybe this was part of my plan." He says finally, his voice tight.

You laugh, genuinely and fully laugh. "Was it now?"

"Yes?"

You grind your hips down again and he groans, his hands flying to your thighs. "Doesn't seem like it."

"Maybe I'm just letting you have your fun first," He says, fingers digging into the flesh ever so slightly.

"Oh?" You say, leaning down slightly. "Before what?"

His eyes flash and his patterns glow brighter than you've seen before. "Before I fuck you so hard you forget your name."

Now it's your jaw that drops. And he doesn't let you ruminate on that for too long before he flips the two of you again and pins both your wrist above your head with one hand. The other is busy pulling his length out and lining it up with your entrance.

He sinks in, filling you up in one fluid motion and you moan. His breath tickles your ear as he exhales and you bite your lip.

"So tight princess, always feel so good."

He tries to keep the teasing pace he's had all night, but if his catching breath and tense muscles are any indication– that may just be more difficult than he'd like. You hook your legs around his waist and the shift has him sinking deeper. He groans and quickens his movements.

"Baby," you say breathlessly, carding your fingers through his hair and tugging. "Please."

He growls, low and primal in the back of his throat, the sound rumbling in his chest too. He's already close, you can tell; the way his hips are stuttering and his jaw is clenching. You ghost a kiss over his cheek and down his neck, feeling his rapid pulse under your lips. You bite down, not enough to break skin but certainly enough to leave a mark. He groans and shifts, moving harder and faster.

The friction of his pelvis meeting yours is sending you closer and closer to the edge and finally– finally, a whine tears itself from your throat as the coil in your abdomen snaps and you cum, hitting your high. Not even a second later Baby's hips stutter and he's finishing too, breathing heavily and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Good job princess," he says, as you run your fingers through his hair delicately. "You held out for a while."

"Well with you, I have to." You retort, rolling your eyes but you can't help the smile that makes its way to your lips.

"Ah, but you love it." He teases.

You scoff and grab his jaw, the cocky smirk still plastered on his face as he's on top of you. "Brat."

•♡•

You could never grow tired of your boys, not when they always have something new to show you. Even if it means putting up with cocky demons in bed– you're more than willing. And they would do anything for you, all you have to do is ask. So no, you could never grow tired of them, and that's something that you will always be happy to have.

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Dividers by @thecutestgrotto