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....While I kinda feel like after meeting the Saja Boys, all of Huntrix have to admit they're kinda monsterfuckers, Zoey is the one who embraces it the most. I mean, girl declared Mystery was "just her type" when she saw his eyes...which based on how the others looked, were presumably pretty demonic looking.
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something's forcing me to sin ✦ miromance
pairing: mira/romance
summary: ever since dating a demon, mira has had certain fantasies she wants to act out. romance gives her what she wants
genre: smut (18+,, mndi!), a lil fluff
word count: 3.2k
warnings/tags: CONSENTUAL-NON-CONSENT, rape fantasy, porn without plot, kinda, sexual fantasy, roleplay, explicit consent, top!romance, bottom!mira, size kink, rough sex, aftercare, light fluff, biting, choking, orgasm denial, first time, overstimulation, the author regrets nothing
a/n: i wrote this instead of sleeping because i literally couldn't get it off my mind. enjoy !!
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Mira exhaled through her nose as she stepped out of the shower, the crisp air of her room making her shiver.
She blinked, immediately turning to look at her window. Strange, it was locked shut, so where had this draft come from?
For the time being, she decided to ignore it, writing it off as the contrast of the hot shower she’d just taken. She gently slipped off her towel and threw it on the bed before turning to her closet.
She took out a pair of grey sweatpants, as well as an oversized graphic t-shirt of some band she liked. As she was slipping them on, the crisp draft returned, forming goosebumps on her skin.
Okay, something was definitely up. She narrowed her gaze to the window once more as she pulled the shirt over her head, momentarily blocking her vision.
When she looked back up, she saw none other than Romance standing before her.
"Fuck—" She flinched, taking a step back. She should've expected it, really, but he had this way of catching her off guard.
Mira narrowed her gaze as she looked at the demon before her, that usual smile plastered across his face. “Sorry if I scared you.”
“You’re not sorry at all,,” she rolled her eyes, turning towards her mirror. She swiped a hair tie off the vanity in front of her, beginning to put her hair up. As she looked at herself, she blinked, initially confused as to why she couldn't see her boyfriend behind her.
It always freaked her out how slightly different the Saja Boys were from humans. They had this,, uncanny valley feeling. Their pupils have a slightly different shape than normal, you can't see them in mirrors, their canines are ever so sharper…. it was creepy, honestly.
However, she’d grown used to it after dating Romance. Those slightly different features became endearing. She found herself completely enamored when his patterns would glow ever-so-slightly or when his eyes would briefly change to a lemon shade of yellow.
She would've been used to his demon form, too. But Romance always insisted it wasn't necessary. Whether it was something about scaring her, or being worried about hurting her, he never voluntarily showed his demon form.
But the thought of it made her heart flutter.
“I came to ask you about later.”
Oh, right. That was today.
Romance quickly learned after becoming involved with Mira that she was into some,,, pretty unconventional stuff. And it would've stayed a secret, if Romance hadn't looked through her AO3 bookmarks. Ignorance is bliss, after all…
Embarrassing as it was, one of the biggest things on Mira’s mind after dating a demon, was the sex life.
From what little she knew of demons, she was aware they had a pretty high sex drive. Something about them being inherently sinful, or whatever. She and Romance had done things before, sure, but nothing that ever got him off, as he was afraid of hurting her.
Mira would complain, and Romance would make it up to her in some other way. But eventually, she was able to convince him of something.
The plan was she would go out, telling the other girls she was taking a walk. While she was out and the streets were empty, Romance would attack her, bring her to some alleyway, and have his way with her.
Mira had this planned out in her head for a while. Messed up as it is, she’d definitely had a few dreams of something like this.
The idea initially freaked out Romance, and that’s honestly an understatement. He didn't entirely understand why Mira would want to be tossed around and treated like anything but a lady, but he figured he wouldn't wanna know.
And,, if it really did make her happy, then how bad can it be?
However, he was still a little worried. Especially since it was a few hours until Mira was supposed to go on said walk.
“What about it?” She shrugged. “Don’t tell me you’re chickening out.” Mira grinned, looking back at him and then back at the mirror.
Romance only laughed in response. “Not unless you want me to,” he hummed, stepping closer behind her. He took the hair tie out of her hand, now moving to tie the hair up himself.
Mira smiled, letting her hands rest on the vanity. Romance continued, a look of worry overcoming his face. “I just wanted to make sure you were still fine with it.” He finished the ponytail, letting her hair fall down her back.
She shook her head and stood up, turning to face him. “I’d tell you if I wasn’t.” Mira placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Romance melted at the contact, his arms wrapping around her waist on instinct.
“If you say so,” he nodded, returning a kiss to her on her forehead. “I just care about you,, a lot.” He said bluntly. Mira giggled in response.
“You’re such a softie,,,” she rested her head against his chest. “I’m starting to doubt if you’ll be able to keep up later.”
Mira teased, but she was a little serious. Since they started dating, Romance was nothing short of sweet, gentle, and,, well, romantic. He really did live up to his name. She was surprised he even agreed to this whole thing, because it would seem nothing like his usual personality.
Romance grinned, pulling back from her. “I can be scary when I want to.”
The redhead scoffed at the corny comment, before Romance said he had to go. They exchanged “I love you’s,” before her boyfriend disappeared in a puff of pink smoke.
Mira flopped onto her bed, checking the time on her phone. It read 5PM, and she was meant to go on her walk at 8. She smiled, happy she’d be able to take a nap before then.
Slowly, she drifted off to sleep, still excited for later.
"...Hey—Oh, where are you headed?”
Zoey tilted her head as she watched Mira walk through the penthouse for the front door. Rumi’s eyes followed her as well, holding her phone in her hand.
“Taking a walk,” she quickly replied. “I need a breath of fresh air.”
Rumi perked up. “Oh,, can you stop by the convenience store then? We’re out of rameyun.”
“Heeey,, I want rameyun.” A familiar voice called from Rumi’s phone. She must've been on FaceTime with Jinu. “I’ll think about it.” Mira hummed as she reached the elevator, pressing the button.
Soon after, it dinged, and Mira stepped onto it. She waved bye to her groupmates, them doing the same, but not without flashing confused glances at her.
No matter,, they would never guess what she’s up to.
Mira took out her phone, checking the time. It read 8:20.
She glanced around the dark street, nobody else in sight. Her brows furrowed as she felt no sign of a demon,,, anywhere. There were plenty of physical effects of a demon's presence, ones that helped her when she was regularly hunting them. A cold draft, pink smoke, ringing in her ear, some slight headache…
But right now, there was nothing. Everything was,, strangely peaceful.
She exhaled through her nose, figuring that Romance didn't know where she was, or that he was just running late. She decided to walk further away from the city lights, the area around her only getting darker.
…What if he really had chickened out? The thought crossed Mira’s mind in a millisecond, making her frown. She took out her phone, looking for some kind of “I’m sorry,” message.
A part of her wouldn't even be surprised. This obviously wasn’t normal for Romance, so she should've expected him to back out—
The hairs on her arms stood up as a chill ran down her spine.
She immediately looked away from her phone, whipping around to face behind her. Her eyes darted around the empty road, a thrilling feeling coiling in her stomach.
…Maybe she was getting her hopes up. There was a chance it was just a breeze.
That is, until her left ear started ringing. Now, she was certain. A grin crept up onto her face as she tried to contain her excitement. She decided to slip her phone back into her pocket and walk further away, seeing if the feeling would follow her.
After a few more minutes, both the ringing and the breeze faded. She was,, confused. Was he doing this on purpose? Or had she really just imagined it? Mira furrowed her brows, considering turning back around—
Her entire body flew into a nearby wall, a puff of pink smoke blurring her vision. She gasped, her body stinging from the sudden impact. However, when she looked around, she saw nothing.
Nothing except a dim alleyway beside the wall she was slammed against. Chills crept up her arms again, her heart rate slightly increasing.
As she turned the corner to peer into the alleyway, she squinted, attempting to see a shadow, a pair of eyes, just something.
“..hello.”
She jumped back, bumping into the corner of the wall. She lost her balance and landed on the cold pavement of the sidewalk, a shadowy figure towering above her.
Mira blinked, her eyes adjusting to the newfound darkness of the alley.
Her breath hitched at the sight.
Romance stood over her, full demon form on display. His golden eyes shined in contrast with the rest of his dark figure. The usual dewy and peach skin now cold and grey, reminiscent of something dead. Purple patterns glowed faintly across his broad arms and neck, truly making him appear like some kind of demonic presence.
She felt her face completely flush as she shakily stood up, though it did practically nothing to change the height difference. Was he taller in his demon form?
Romance stared at her like he was contemplating something. Mira returned the look, except with much more conviction.
“What do you want,, demon,” she spat, taking a step back. After all, what’s acting out a fantasy without a little roleplay?
Romance suddenly disappeared into a puff of pink smoke. Mira blinked a few times, looking around the alleyway. She would’ve called out to him, if he didn’t appear out of nowhere, slamming and pinning her against the wall.
Mira felt a jolt of excitement shoot through her, but she kept her previous composure. “G-Get off me–!” Man, she should really take acting classes.
Her breath stuttered, his hands squeezing around her wrists. “,,I thought hunters were supposed to be stronger than this,” he said, voice just above a whisper.
Mira gulped. His voice sounded far different from what it did earlier. The words that rolled off his tongue had a strange growl behind them, mixed with a faint echo. The warmth and gentleness he spoke with earlier disappeared, now cold and almost taunting.
He must’ve noticed her reaction, because a smile formed on his face, just barely showing his sharp teeth. “And they’re definitely not meant to be so slutty.”
Oh, so that’s where this was going.
Mira pretended to struggle against his grip, saying something along the lines of “I’ll kill you.” Romance knew it was nothing but acting, as they established a safe word long before this day. If anything, Romance found her struggle cute.
Soon enough, Romance kept her steadily locked against the wall, bringing his knee up to her pussy. He pressed down, making Mira’s legs jerk. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, fighting the urge to moan.
“You won’t kill me.” He mused, now letting go of one of her wrists to grip her waist. “Not that you could, anyway.” It wasn't until now that she realized his hands were bigger this way, too.
Did that mean,, something else was bigger—?
His mouth found its way to Mira’s neck, immediately biting down. She yelped from the stinging pain, almost certain he was drawing blood from her. Her vision started to grow blurry, as his knee was still firmly against the space between her legs.
“Please,, please—" She didn’t even fully comprehend what she was begging for, but Romance complied.
The demon before her slipped a clawed hand into her sweatpants, immediately finding her clit. Mira sighed into the touch, moaning obscenely.
“What a filthy human you are,” he grinned, circling her pulsing clit. He hadn't even entered her yet, and his fingers were practically coated with her fluids. Romance bit his lip at the feeling before slipping his other hand under her shirt. “And so pretty, too…”
Mira shivered at how cold his hands were. They practically felt like ice, the feeling of them against her clit and her nipple almost painful. Romance continued to circle the sensitive area, before lifting her shirt up fully.
He leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth, the warmth of his tongue severely contrasting with his hand. She let out another sinful moan, her tongue falling out of her mouth.
His canines barely grazed the soft flesh of her nipple, making her back arch against the wall. His other hand began to slip ever so slightly into her entrance. Long, slender fingers sliding in and out of her slick pussy. She needed more, so, so much more.
“Romance,, Romance,,,,” she panted. He pulled himself off her breast, facing her again.
His patterns seemed to glow brighter. Did they become more intense the hornier he was? “How sinful, letting a demon fuck you like this..” he muttered, his hand reaching to grip her waist, digging his claws into her flesh.
Mira felt herself reaching her limit. Her chest lifted up and down quickly, her breath becoming more frantic by the moment. However, Romance must've noticed, as he swiftly took his fingers out of her, fluids dripping from his hand.
“Fuck,,” she cursed, feeling robbed of her orgasm. She glared as she looked up at him, and he only smirked in response. It seemed like something evil was on his mind.
Before Mira could question the look on his face, he spun her around, pressing her body into the wall. Romance steadily placed his hands on her waist, gently bending her over.
Mira leaned against the wall, trying to look back at him. He slipped a large hand around her neck, which elicited a sharp moan from her.
“Is this what you’ve been dreaming of?” Romance whispered into her ear, his grip around her throat tightening. “A strong, disgusting demon to deflower you?”
The question made Mira nod by default. This was exactly what she dreamed about. Romance was a carbon copy of the object of her worst fantasies. And while she hadn't expected her first time to be so,, dark, she wasn’t complaining. It nearly made her sick, how badly she wanted this.
Romance smiled in response, slipping his cock from his own sweatpants. He rubbed it against her entrance, the heat of it making her jump. Before she could adjust to the warmth against her pussy, Romance began to slip his member inside, earning a breathy moan from Mira.
She was definitely right in her earlier assumption. Though she couldn't see it, his cock was definitely bigger in this form. The thought of it made her shudder, tears pricking the corners of her eyes at the thickness.
She heard Romance whimper as he pushed further into her, her tight walls squeezing around him. The feeling made his hips jerk forward, forcing himself even deeper inside.
Mira gasped, all her words now coming out in incoherent babbles. Romance’s hand stayed firmly against her neck, claws just a reckless movement away from slicing the flesh.
Romance eventually lost his nerve, tired of waiting for her to adjust. He suddenly slammed his entire length into her, making Mira practically scream. Strangely enough, the noise only turned him on more, but he didn’t fancy the thought of getting caught here. His hand reached to cover her mouth, gripping her face.
“Shut your mouth, whore,,” he grunted, his cock now slipping in and out of her with ease, due to how wet she was. Mira only let out muffled moans behind his mouth, quieting her down.
Romance kept a steady pace, rolling his hips back and forth, a wet slapping sound filling the alleyway. “So disgusting, Mira,” he grinned. “You should be ashamed, enjoying something like this..”
Mira’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, starting to black out. The heat coiling in her stomach was growing by the second, his thick cock rubbing her in every right place. She choked out a longer, much louder moan, feeling her legs begin to go numb.
Romance bit his lip knowingly. “Mhhmm.. cum on my cock like the human slut you are,,” he murmured against her neck, sinking his teeth into her once more.
As Mira felt her orgasm begin to die down, she realized that Romance didn't seem like he was stopping. She made a confused noise, trying to look back at him. She wouldn’t be able to stay conscious much longer..
“Oh,” Romance hummed, like he didn’t know exactly what he was doing. “I’m not done. You said I could have my way with you, didn’t you?”
Mira felt the heat in her stomach return almost instantly, his member still pushing against her tired walls. Her brain was going haywire. Everything felt so good; the only thoughts that crossed her mind were Romance, and his cock.
Romance let out a shaky breath, signaling that he was close. His patterns began to glow brighter, the flashing of the shades of purple becoming more frantic. “Fuck,, fuck, Mira, oh my god,,,” he shuddered. “Such a good whore for me, so, so good.. fffffuck–”
Suddenly, his hips jerked forward, slamming Mira further into the wall. Both of his hands gripped her wrists, using them to slam her further into him. His pace became frantic and unforgiving, cock twitching and spurting warm liquids inside her.
Once she felt the heat spreading through her lower body, Mira practically passed out. She drifted out of consciousness, face still pressed against that wall in the alleyway.
When she woke up, the room was covered in dim lighting. Her eyes darted around, as well as her head, but she couldn't find the strength to move her body. She whined, eyes adjusting to her surroundings.
“I’m here,” she heard a familiar voice call from the edge of the bed. A blur of pink hair made her shoulders relax, causing her to lean her head back onto a pillow.
Romance smiled. “Are you okay?” He tilted his head, adjusting the blanket that lay over her naked body. Mira could do nothing but nod, mumbling something along the lines of “amazing.”
He laughed, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I told you I could be scary.” As he pulled away, she caught a faint glow of yellow from his eyes.
…he was right; he definitely could be scary.
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Summary: Zoey goes out for an evening walk in the park and spots a plushie of her. She looks around for who the owner might be. A man in a hoodie claims it as his and the voice is familiar.
Word Count: 1590
a/n: another au of the saja boys as humans
The moonlit park was alive, filled with a harmonic blend of nature and people. Unlike the silhouettes moving in pairs or groups, Zoey wasn’t with any company. She had declined when Rumi and Mira offered to join her, saying she wanted some time alone. Dressed in cartoon-printed pajamas and wearing a face mask to hide her face, she strutted around without much care.
For her, there was just something adventurous and exciting about strolling alone at night, like stepping out to a mystery waiting to be discovered.
Her eyes shut as the nightly breeze cooled her face, soaking in on the feeling against her skin. She had forgotten to grab a jacket, so it was a bit chilly in the clothes she was wearing. Opening her eyes again, she watched as the trees swayed, the birds flapped their wings…and then, she spotted a Zoey plushie.
There it was, sitting all alone on the nearby bench, its lifeless eyes staring back at her. Her head whipped from left to right as she wondered who could have left it. The poor plushie had been abandoned by its owner. Whether it was intentional or not, she didn’t know.
Zoey cradled it in her arms, its soft fur sinking into her touch. It was in good condition, suggesting it had been well cared for. Yet, it had been left behind and forgotten.
With a huff, she pinched the plushie’s hand. “How dare they abandon you like this?”
Its shadow was cast over her as she held it up. “Look how cute you are!”
If anyone had been close enough to hear her, they might’ve thought she was crazy for talking to herself. Another huff escaped her as she placed the plushie on her lap.
“I'll take better care of you.”
It was a good thing she found it, at least.
“That's mine,” a man growled, startling her.
She leaned back against the bench, pressing the plushie to her chest, eyes wide. A man loomed over her, his face obscured by the night and hidden beneath a hoodie. Her heart pounded against her ribs at the sudden intrusion.
“Huh? Who are you?!”
She couldn’t see his eyes, but she could practically feel daggers shooting at her.
“Give that back to me.”
“Oh! This is yours? Mister, you gotta take better care of your things!” Her arms flailed, though she wasn’t sure why she was giving him a lecture. “What if it got stolen? You're lucky I kept it safe.”
The mysterious man flinched, struck by a sudden realization. The shift in his demeanor caught Zoey off guard. She started to wonder if she had been too mean.
“...it's you,” he whispered.
With a confused gaze, she asked him, “Huh? I didn’t catch that.”
“Zoey.”
Just one word.
Said in a manner so earnest, that only then did she realize who he was.
“Mystery?!”
The look on her face was of pure shock. A sudden rush of warmth flooded her cheeks, making them burn as her heart hammered in her chest. She was just lecturing him seconds ago. Him.
“Wait, this one is yours?”
There was a brief silence as she waited for him to respond. Her fingers toyed with the plushie in quiet anticipation. He dropped his face into his hands with a soft grunt, the noise made her blink as her expression shifted to one of confusion.
“Here…” she said with uncertainty, “You can have it back.”
His face was still hidden behind his fingers, and she realized she hadn't seen him at all. Hearing his voice was enough to send her heart into a frenzy, but seeing him eye to eye might just put her into cardiac arrest.
Despite knowing for sure it was him by his voice alone, she still longed to see his face. Not for confirmation, but to bless her sight tonight.
Not wanting the moment to go to waste, she suggested, “At least look at me and say thanks.”
While waiting for his next move, she tried to convince herself that maybe the plushie wasn’t his. That maybe it was from a relative he’d been here with earlier. Or a friend.
After all, she didn’t know much about his life outside of work. He truly was as his name suggests–a Mystery.
She found the thought funny–having a family member be a fan of the group you're supposed to be rivals with.
It would’ve been easy to convince herself…if it hadn’t come from his lips directly. The words ‘That’s mine’ and ‘Give that back to me’ echoed inside her head.
Mystery slowly took off his hoodie, his hair falling over his face. Before Zoey could complain about it, he brushed it aside and lifted his gaze. Their eyes locked on each other.
She shuddered, not from the cool air, but from the intensity of his stare. Her gaze lowered down, going over his nose, the faint blush on his cheeks…and the plumpness of his lips. Her heart fluttered uncontrollably.
“Thank you,” he blurted out after minutes of silence.
She blinked, snapping out of her thoughts, “Oh, no problem.”
It wasn’t the first time she’d seen his face, but it never failed to knock the wind out of her. He had the kind of beauty that deserved to be flaunted, not hidden.
And yet, she was glad it was. There was a quiet delight in being one of the rare few who got to see him like this.
She blinked a second time, trying to get back to their conversation. “Here you go.” She handed the plushie over to him, and he took it. “How come you have a plushie of me?”
She dared to ask. Why wouldn’t she?
Mystery was the one to look away this time, his ears turning red. “It was…a gift from a friend.”
Zoey squinted at him, not sure what to make of his answer. She settled with a shrug. “From one of the Saja boys? Or someone outside your group?”
She didn’t mean to interrogate him but it was impossible not to get curious.
“That’s a secret.” he murmured, his voice ragged and quiet.
She saw the chance to tease him and took it, her eyes glinted with subtle mischief, “Really? You can’t admit that you bought it yourself?”
Mystery’s eyes widened a fraction–he hadn’t expected her to attack him like that.
“Zoey…” he whined, bringing the plushie to his face.
It was too much to handle.
He was too cute for his own good, and it made her brain go haywire. He said her name again, but she wanted to hear more of it. Like she couldn’t get enough. He could rival sirens, the way he hypnotized her just by saying her name.
“Mystery,” she paused, hoping it had the same effect on him. “I’m just joking. Don’t be too serious!”
She laughed heartily, then quieted down as she scanned their surroundings. There still weren’t many people where they were. Good–she liked the privacy they had.
“You really shouldn’t have left it alone here, you know. There are lots of people who–”
“Zoey.” He cut her off, his voice clearer this time. He didn’t want to let her tease him again. His clothes rustled with each movement as he leaned closer to her. “Sign it for me.”
She held her breath. He was too close. She could barely register his words with him so close.
“Here.” He took a pen from his pocket. “Use this.”
He was still embarrassed a moment ago, and now he wanted her to do something for him.
She couldn’t even bring herself to refuse.
She grabbed the pen from his hand quietly, shuddering a little as their fingers brushed against each other. The sound of the pen sliding across fur filled the silence as she signed the plushie. Once she was finished, he took it back.
Relax, Zoey.
He was still so close to her, and he showed no signs of stepping back. She lifted her chin to meet his gaze. He stood in front of her while she sat on the bench, facing each other. The heat radiating from him shielded her from the cold—but it was his gaze that made her shudder.
She wanted to raise her hand to touch his face, but she fought off the urge. The air between them was charged with anticipation—and caution. There were dangers that lay beneath the surface, uncharted by them both.
They broke eye contact the moment they heard squealing. People were calling a familiar name.
“Baby! Please, take a picture with me!”
“Omg, that’s Baby?!”
“Wait, where is he heading?”
Zoey shot up in a panic and pulled the hood of Mystery’s hoodie over his head. She also made sure to fix the bangs that covered his face. She guessed Baby was here to take Mystery back. He must’ve been gone too long.
Looked like their fun was about to be cut short.
Mystery’s hand slid over to hers softly. When she looked back at him, she noticed the small frown on his face. Did he want her to do something?
She glanced at Baby, who still hadn’t seen them. Then back at Mystery.
Suddenly, she wanted to make the night more adventurous than she’d originally planned.
They ran off.
They weren’t sure where to go, as long as it was away from the crowd. Their hearts beat loudly, matching the rhythm of their footsteps as they hit the ground. Mystery felt content. Not only did he have one Zoey, but now he had two in both hands.
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lock me up and throw away the key ✦ zoeystry
pairing: zoey/mystery
summary: Something happens and one of the saja boys gets a little too friendly with zoey, at least by mystery's standards. zoey faces the consequences.
genre: smut (18+,, mndi!)
word count: 2.4k
warnings/tags: possessive and jealous behavior, porn without plot, masochism, biting, asphyxiation, choking, degredation, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, minor size kink, bottom!zoey, top!mystery, mystery acts like a dog, mystery is a freak, zoey matches his freak, not beta read we die like jinu, rough sex
a/n: i needed to get this out of my system so here we are. i'm so obsessed with them gahh
ao3
She really doesn't know how this happened.
Well, that was a lie. She has a few ideas, and at least one of them must be right. Maybe it was the way Abby looked at her that morning. Or maybe when Mira whisked her away mid-conversation to ask about some choreo. Or when she and Baby were watching TV and he put his arm around her. Probably that last one.
While she wasn't entirely sure of why, she did know that Mystery was not letting up. She sucked a breath of air through her teeth as she felt him bite down on her shoulder harder.
To call this normal would be a little misleading. It was a regular occurrence that Mystery would get jealous over things that, in hindsight, wouldn't matter. For someone who was friends with them, he insisted that most of the time, the other Saja Boys were up to no good. He was just being cautious. And Zoey usually found it cute, like a dog that was protective of its owner.
But this,, this was anything but cute. It was abnormal for Mystery to be rough, as he usually valued Zoey's comfort over anything else. To call this cute would be like saying the same about a wild animal that was viciously eating its prey. Anyone else would be worried right now. "...Haah...fuck, Mystery,, wait—"
But with how sinful Zoey sounded right now, she wasn't worried at all. Just a little surprised. And horny.
Mystery took no mind to her plea, his nails digging deeper into the sides of her waist. He shoved her against the wall in a fit of haste before cupping her face in one of his hands, tilting her head up to get a better angle of her neck. She shivered, his warm but frantic breath huffing against her skin.
Zoey knew where this was going (and very much liked it), but she did want to know what upset Mystery for him to act so rabid. “Mystery,, wait,” she said, trying to stifle her moans for the time being. Mystery paused, pulling slightly away from her neck. She could feel a bruise forming already.
When she looked up at Mystery, his eyes stayed locked onto hers. He looked hungry. Like he was two seconds away from stealing her soul. Zoey would've laughed at the sight if she wasn't trying to be serious right now.
Mystery tilted his head, waiting for her to talk. She swallowed, still very aware of his hands on her waist. “Uh … what’s wrong?” She questioned, hoping he’d tell her.
He frowned, attempting to look away from her. It was normal for him to feel embarrassed after his fits of jealousy, especially if Zoey realized that’s why he was acting a certain way. Clearly, Zoey wasn’t having any of that, as she took his face in her hands and forced him to look at her.
“...Romance said you looked pretty.”
Oh, so that was it.
Zoey let go of a breathy laugh and shook her head. “Okay,, silly Saja Boy. I thought it was something else—"
“What else would it be?”
Zoey stared at him with her lips parted, just now realizing what she just started. She bit her lip as she looked away, suppressing the urge to laugh again. Mystery’s brows furrowed as she didn't answer him.
“Zoey,” He practically snarled, bearing his teeth like an angry dog. “What else would it be?”
Before she could protest and say it was nothing, Zoey felt a sharp sting from her sides, gasping at the pain. Mystery dug his nails further into her skin, now returning to suck and bite at her neck.
Mystery seemed angry. Not at Zoey, of course. More so because there were other things that happened, ones that he did not see, and that Zoey wasn't telling him.
Zoey shook her head and swallowed. “Mystery,, it’s fine—"
“Tell me.” He growled, biting down harder on her neck. The sudden pain elicited a moan from her, and she immediately started spilling words from her mouth.
"I—It was just Baby ,,, he put his arm around me and—"
Mystery pushed himself further onto her, the weight of his body squishing her between him and the wall. She sucked in a breath and opened her mouth to speak, but Mystery pressed his lips onto hers before she could. His teeth bit down onto her bottom lip, drawing blood from the flesh.
Zoey felt herself growing dizzy. Regardless of how silly Mystery’s possessiveness was, it was getting difficult to ignore the growing heat between her legs.
In a fit of desperateness, Zoey shifted her lower body to pull herself onto Mystery’s knee, pressing the space between her legs onto it. She let out a shameful moan, her face growing hotter.
Mystery paused what he was doing to look down at his knee, then back up at Zoey. Without thinking, he lifted her up from the wall before practically tossing her onto the bed beside them. She yelped, not expecting the sudden movement as she lay flat on her back.
She would’ve propped herself on her elbows if Mystery hadn’t begun to straddle her, pinning her hands by her head. He slipped his knee in between her legs once more, feeling a damp wetness through her jean shorts. Mystery let out a shaky breath at the feeling, before reaching to unzip her jacket.
After taking off her jacket and shirt, he embarrassingly fumbled with the hook on the back of her bra. If his hands weren't insanely shaky right now, he could've done it without her help .. totally.
Zoey shivered at the cold air hitting her now exposed skin, instinctively moving her hands to cover herself. The man hovering over her caught her wrists before she could, pinning them back in place.
“Don’t you dare,” he frowned, taking her breast in one of his hands. “I want to see you.”
Zoey nearly fainted at the heartfelt comment. Before meeting Mystery, she’d always been slightly insecure of things like this, especially after becoming an idol. Some strange fans would suggest that she should get a boob job or that what she had was “too small.”
But with the way Mystery looked at her right now, she wondered why she ever paid the comments any mind.
Zoey bit her lip as he played with the sensitive skin, her back arching further into the touch. She parted her lips as more sounds spilled out, appearing more lewd by the minute.
“..shameful.”
Zoey cocked her head at what sounded like Mystery’s voice. She looked up at him through lazy eyelids. “...Huh?”
Mystery’s expression hadn't changed, though his lips were pressed together, as if he were contemplating something.
“...I said you sound shameful.”
Zoey felt her heart skip a few beats.
It wasn't normal for Mystery to be vocal during this. Other than a few whimpers and groans, he never spoke much, similar to his usual personality. Mystery was just,, a naturally quiet person.
So, this… this was different. A really, really good difference.
She let out a shaky breath at the comment, reaching to cover her mouth. Mystery flashed a smile, visibly growing bolder. “How disgusting,, you’re enjoying this so much …” He murmured, his hands trailing down from her chest to the waistband of her shorts.
Zoey gulped, her skin completely on fire. Slowly, Mystery unbuttoned her jeans, before slipping them off her waist and down her legs. The cotton of her underwear was completely stained with her fluids.
The sight was actually quite embarrassing, and no doubt it was sinful. The girl quickly pressed her thighs together, but Mystery wasn’t having it. He gripped her thighs, forcing them apart. “Quit that,” he huffed, his thumb now pressed against her barely clothed clit. The sensation made her legs jerk. “Let me make you feel good,,” he pressed down harder. “Please.”
Zoey inhaled, nodding frantically. She was losing her mind, her entire body begging to be touched. Mystery smiled, before slipping her underwear off, lifting her up slightly in the process.
He immediately replaced the clothing with his fingers, pads swiping against her slit. Zoey’s noises became louder, much to Mystery’s enjoyment.
“See how good I make you feel,,” he breathed, the speed of his fingers increasing. He began to push deeper, the tips of his fingers barely entering her. Zoey’s hands instinctively grabbed the bedsheets. “Nobody else can do that, right? Say it.”
Zoey could hardly speak, her moans growing even louder. Mystery frowned, his hand taking her face and forcing her to face him. “Say it.” He growled. Zoey sucked a breath through her teeth. "Y-Yes—! Yes,, fuck, oh my god,” she whined. “Nobody else, nobody else—"
That drove Mystery off the edge. He bit his lip before slipping the entire length of his fingers into her. The wet sounds of him moving his hand nearly made her cum instantly.
By now, Zoey’s legs were shaking. Mystery’s other hand dug his nails into the flesh of her thigh, which kept her legs from closing. When Mystery heard her breath growing more irregular, he sped up even more, his fingers moving at a pace that almost wasn’t human.
“Mystery, Mystery, wait—"
Mystery paused, fingers still fully inside her. He blinked, concerned that he was doing something wrong. Zoey barely caught her breath before looking up at Mystery with pleading eyes. “.....Please, inside... please."
He squinted, not entirely sure what she meant at first. He was inside, wasn’t he? What did she mean by—
…Oh.
Mystery nearly choked on his breath at the realization. Suddenly, he was extremely aware of how hard he was right now. He hadn't noticed it before, as his only concern was making Zoey feel good.
“W-We don’t have to ,, I–I just wanted you to feel nice too …”
Zoey yelped as Mystery pressed his lips onto hers, that same desperation from earlier returning. He hastily unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his sweatpants, just enough to slip his cock out.
He broke the kiss between them suddenly, a string of spit connecting them. Zoey shivered at the sight, a little intimidated by his size. Sure, they’d done this before, but it always caught her off guard.
Mystery lined himself up with her as he placed his hands on her waist, breath still shaky. He looked down at Zoey, waiting patiently for her to say something.
Her eyes flicked to his lower half, then back up at his face. She nodded slowly, her hands slipping to hold onto his shoulders, feeling the muscle.
Like many other things today, this was abnormal. Mystery was always overly gentle when slipping himself into her. He always stressed that he valued her comfort over his own pleasure, which was why they didn’t do this often.
But when Mystery immediately slammed his entire length into her, she remembered that nothing about today was normal.
"A-AH—! Oh, fuck… Mystery, Mystery—"
He gripped the sides of her waist harder, the feeling of her tight walls around him making his vision blurry. Zoey dug her nails into his shoulders, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
“Mine, mine, mine …” Mystery whispered, over and over as his hips rocked into Zoey with a fast pace. He gritted his teeth, and a low sound came from his mouth, reminiscent of a growl. “S-Say it,,, say you’re mine.” He pleaded.
Zoey only moaned in response, momentarily forgetting how to speak English. The blood rushing to her brain drove away any possibility of her being able to speak, but Mystery was persistent.
Without thinking, one of his hands wrapped around her neck, gently squeezing around the soft skin. Zoey’s hands immediately shot towards his, initially scared by the contact. Mystery slowed his pace down and attempted to take his hand away, but Zoey held it in place.
“...Y–Yours..."I-I’m yours,” she choked out, lips parted.
Mystery immediately picked his pace back up, his hand squeezing harder. “Aha… you love this,, h-how gross..” He nearly laughed, hips rolling into her steadily. The obscene sound of slapping rang throughout the room, only driving Mystery to go faster.
Zoey felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head, the intensity of, well, everything causing her to see stars. She looked up at Mystery, his gaze completely locked on her. His fingers wrapped around her neck only grew tighter.
“You’re so dirty, Zoey ,,,” he muttered, the hand on her waist now reaching to gently rub her clit. “So dirty .. so pretty,, f-fuck,” Mystery was whimpering by now, his pace now becoming frantic. He faltered for a second, not wanting to finish before her.
Tears were falling down Zoey’s face, both from the immense pleasure and lack of oxygen she was getting. She didn’t let up, however, only encouraging Mystery to choke her harder.
Mystery laughed in response. “,,W-What else ,, would you want me to do to you,, I wonder …” He sighed, tilting his head. “Would you like it if I tied you up,,? Or .. if I fucked you in front of a mirror ….”
Zoey was going crazy from this side of Mystery. He was clearly growing bolder by the second, and he’d likely be beyond embarrassed if he thought about this afterwards. Zoey stifled a laugh at the thought. She only nodded in response, now rolling her hips in tandem with him.
A toothy smile formed on his face, his pace faltering once more. “Zoey ,, Zoey—"
“Please,, please—oh my god,, please cum in me, fuck,, please cum in me–”
Those words were all he needed to hear. Mystery’s grip on her neck loosened, feeling his whole body practically go numb. Zoey gasped, the warm liquid filling her and sending shivers through her body. That sent her over the edge, her legs wrapping around his lower half.
They stayed like that for a while, Mystery still completely inside her. A part of him didn’t want to pull away.
Zoey’s breathing slowed down, the hand on her neck now gentle and warm. She blinked a few times, wondering if Mystery was even conscious right now.
“...M–Mystery–?” As soon as she said his name, the boy practically collapsed beside her, clearly exhausted. Zoey giggled at the sight, turning on her side to face him.
She placed a small kiss on his cheek, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. Mystery shivered, his hands instantly finding their way around Zoey’s waist. He pulled her closer, wanting to feel her body warmth.
Zoey felt herself slipping away into sleep as Mystery apologized for being so rough. He mentioned being particularly upset about the handprint on her neck, but Zoey didn’t mind at all.
She was going to be insanely sore tomorrow, though.
thanks for reading !! --stolenheart
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