#kph saja boys

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✦•·.·¯˚·.·• 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚 •·.·˚¯·.·•✦

A/N: 🐶🐾

CW: glass dildo, an⭐︎l, pleasure dom!reader, sub!abby, bondage, begging, teasing, c⭐︎ck ring, or☆l (f!receiving), aftercare

Summary: A night of control, craving, and devotion leaves you both breathless and closer than ever before. (abby x reader)

You whistled the hook of Saja Boy’s latest single, “Soda Pop,” the bubbly rhythm echoing through the room as your fingers trailed along the length of the silk rope. The cool, plush, and familiar fabric melted into your fingertips like water. A satisfied sigh escaped you, low and indulgent.

But the sound that followed wasn’t yours.

It was Abby.

From the bed where he knelt, a soft whimper emanated, tight and needy. He was completely bare, vulnerable in the low light that kissed the sweat-glossed planes of his skin. His knees were spread just enough to give you a view of everything. Fingers clenched into white-knuckled fists against his muscular thighs, thighs that twitched and tensed with every second you made him wait. His abs flexed, his breath stuttered. And his cock—fuck, his cock—stood flushed, twitching, thick and wet and drooling down its length.

You’d picked your favourite today: a cock ring so obscene it looked like a toy, pink faux fur lining the edge, little rhinestone gems glittering like a crown at the base of his cock and looped around the top of his balls. It was cute. It was humiliating. And it made him leak like he might cry.

His eyes were lowered, lashes casting delicate shadows against his cheeks, which were flushed a deep, glowing red. It bled all the way to the tips of his ears and the corners of his eyes. 

Beautiful.

“Did you miss me?” you asked, your voice light, teasing as you sauntered closer, each step measured, calculated.

Your flawlessly manicured nail, pink and glossy, slid beneath his chin and tilted his face until his eyes met yours.

Those blown pupils. The tremble in his lower lip. The way his breath caught in his throat just to be seen by you.

“Always, Mistress,” he whispered, reverent. His arms flexed at his sides, fists clenched again, like he was fighting the instinct to grab at you, to pull you close and drown in you.

Your smile was slow and sweet. “I’ve been really busy lately…”

His eyes never left yours.

“…And you’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you?” you cooed, letting your fingers drift up into his soft, cotton-candy pink hair. He leaned into your hand, eyes fluttering shut, lips parting as though every touch was a prayer answered.

“I haven’t t-touched myself,” he confessed, breath hitching. “Even though—” he swallowed hard, throat bobbing with the effort—“you sent so many pictures… Mistress, I-I almost broke.”

You stifled a giggle, the memory of those selfies flashing in your mind: your leg poking out of a bubble bath, lace clinging to your curves, captions like “Thinking of you…” dripping with wickedness.

He had behaved. You’d made sure. His cock locked behind a cage where only you had a key to. 

You hummed, pleased, as your hand drifted away. His head followed the loss of your touch like it was instinct, his lips parting in silent protest.

Your eyes softened, voice like silk. “So… how shall I reward you?”

You inched closer, just enough for the heat of your body to brush his skin, and dragged one single finger up the length of his cock. His body shuddered, a moan clawing at his throat but muffled behind clenched teeth.

The sticky wetness clung to your finger.

You brought it up to his mouth, dragging the glistening bead of precum along his bottom lip. “Open,” you whispered.

He obeyed immediately.

His mouth was hot, lips plush around your finger as he suckled greedily, tongue lapping at the taste of himself like it was honey. You fucked his mouth with your finger slow and steady, gentle but intentional, mimicking the same rhythm you used when teasing his hole until he begged you to push deeper.

“Mmh,” he moaned, his hips bucking helplessly in the air, cock twitching against nothing.

You pulled your finger free with a lewd little pop, his spit and arousal slicking the tip.

He opened his eyes slowly. Need, devotion, and raw desire stared back at you.

“Love me,” he whispered, voice cracked and desperate.

You leaned in, lips ghosting just beside his. “I already do,” you purred. “Now be still, sweetie. Let me show you how much.”

Satisfaction bloomed deep in your chest, warm and heavy, curling around your ribs like smoke. You knew exactly what he was asking for, without words, without gestures. A secret language of skin and restraint, of moans and silence, of wanting so deeply it bordered on pain.

With a low, sultry chuckle, you let the silk rope slither through your fingers and dragged it slowly up his stomach, letting the soft ends graze over the ridges of his abs… until they kissed the swollen, flushed head of his cock.

He jolted like you’d shocked him. A full-body shudder wracked through him, muscles twitching beneath his taut skin. His cock twitched violently, precum bubbling at the tip like it was aching to be milked.

You whispered, "Lie down," in a soothing, authoritative tone.

He obeyed unquestionably.

Flat on his back, hands clutching the headboard like it was the only thing keeping him tethered, legs parted like an offering. He didn’t need to ask what you wanted. He knew. His obedience was instinct now.

“Good boy,” you said with a teasing lilt, watching the praise ripple through him like a tremor. He bit down hard on his lip, hips flinching. His cock throbbed violently, another drip sliding down the shaft. His balls were pulled tight, already close, already aching. You hadn’t even touched him yet.

Deliberately, you began undressing.

To begin, your top was removed and discarded without a second thought. But it meant everything to him because the black lace bra beneath was the exact one from your selfie: sheer, slutty, nipples stiff from the room’s cool air, visible through the delicate threads.

He whimpered the moment he saw it.

You caught the sound, cherished it, and reached for the zipper of your skirt. You didn't simply remove it; you shimmied out of it, swaying your hips as if you were dancing exclusively for him. His eyes locked on the movement, wild and hungry, and his cock twitched again, the angry red head glistening. The cock ring—pink, fuzzy, tight—was the only thing keeping him from spilling all over his stomach right then and there.

“Like what you see?” you asked with a dark laugh, turning a little to let him take in the sight of your black G-string, double pearl strands curling around your hips. The centre panel was tiny, scandalous, already damp between your legs.

Abby only nodded, lips parted, breath catching.

You took your time.

Stretching your body out like a cat, you crawled onto the bed, deliberately straddling his chest. You planted your knees wide on either side of his torso, letting your soaked lingerie hover just above his face. The tiny scrap of black cloth was barely covering anything, nestled tightly between your swollen folds.

His breath came out in a ragged, desperate gasp. His grip on the bedposts tightened. White-knuckled. Like he was fighting himself.

With the silk rope still in hand, you bent low, dragging your breasts across his face as you moved, smothering him in the heat and softness of you.

His lips trembled beneath you. You could feel it. His mouth twitching, aching to open, to kiss, to bite, to taste. But he didn’t. He didn’t. He held still like a good boy.

You didn’t praise him for it. Not yet.

You tied the rope slowly, purposely—his left wrist first, the silk knot biting sweetly into his skin. Then the right. Binding him to the headboard, exposed, helpless. His breath hitched as you tugged the final knot tight and leaned back, watching the subtle drag of your bra across his face.

His lips were glossy now. Eyes dazed. Face flushed and wrecked already, and you hadn't even started.

You smiled.

Because this? This was what he wanted.

And you were going to give it to him, inch by inch, moan by moan...until he broke.

Still, you gave him no attention. No mercy.

Instead, you moved with slow precision, the second length of silk rope whispering through your fingers. You tied his thick calf to his thigh, forcing his leg to bend and stay open, helplessly spread.

He was on display. His flushed, leaking cock twitching up toward his stomach with every tremor of his desperate body. The pink, fuzzy cock ring dug in snug at the base, a vicious little collar choking his release. It pulsed, angry and wet, leaving slick trails down his abs.

And god, seeing him bound like that made your pussy throb.

You could feel it, your arousal soaking through your already damp underwear, the fabric clinging to you like a second skin, darkened with how wet you were. The scent of your arousal thickened in the air.

You moved forward, slowly, crawling over the bed like a predator savouring its kill. Up his thighs, past his ribs, until your feet were planted firmly beside his flushed face.

His eyes locked on your centre, mouth dropping open, eyes wide, starving as he drank in the sight of your soaked cunt just inches from his lips. The tiny G-string, now sheer with your arousal, barely covered your folds, a little black strip between slick pink heat.

“Make me feel good,” you said, voice a low, dirty promise, “and maybe...I’ll let you cum tonight.”

Then you lowered yourself. A slow descent until your soaked pussy hovered just over his lips, teasing the edge of his breath.

He moaned. Loud and wrecked.

“Yes, mistress. Anything,” he begged, his voice cracking under the weight of his desperation. “Please… please let me taste you.”

Your fingers sank into his pastel hair, stroking it once before your grip tightened, yanking hard enough to make him gasp. Then you pressed your cunt to his mouth, grinding down until his nose was buried against your clit.

His eyes fluttered. Rolled back.

And then his tongue was everywhere.

He licked like a man dying of thirst, moaning shamelessly as he mouthed at your cunt, tongue dragging over the damp cloth, sucking, licking, worshipping. His nose nuzzled your clit again and again, the soft friction making you tremble.

You let out a low, drawn-out, aching groan as your hips rocked slowly, grinding into his face. “Mmm... that’s it. You missed this pussy, didn’t you?”

His only answer was a long, hungry moan against your folds.

But it wasn’t enough.

You needed more.

You needed him.

You grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to stop. He whimpered, his lips red and wet from you, his tongue flicking out like he was trying to chase the taste even as you pulled away.

But that whimper twisted into a guttural groan when he saw what you were doing. When he saw you peeling that soaked G-string to the side and off, the string glistening with your slick and his spit.

Now bare. Exposed. Dripping.

And then you shoved his face back against your cunt, rougher this time. His mouth met you with a wet, hungry smack, and you let out a shaky breath as you began to grind against him fully, cunt sliding over his tongue, his lips, his chin. Your arousal smeared all over his face, soaking him.

His moans were muffled, buried in your pussy. His tongue flattened, letting you ride it like a toy. You rocked against him, slow at first then faster, chasing every delicious drag of his lips over your clit.

“Fuck,” you breathed, your grip tightening in his hair, pulling his head up so you could press down harder. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

He didn’t.

Loud, filthy, wet smacks reverberated throughout the room as his lips sealed around your clit and began to suck while his tongue made frantic circles. Saliva dripped down his chin, his entire face glistening with your slick.

You turned your head, eyes narrowing in on the way he was rutting into the air despite his cock twitching, useless and trapped. Each thrust was more pathetic, more desperate than the last. He was so fucking close, and yet so far.

And still, he ate you like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

You grinned wickedly as you gripped his hair tighter, guiding his face just how you wanted. You pulled him left, then right, working his mouth along your clit like a well-trained toy. His lips never lost suction, his tongue flicking and flattening under your direction, locked into place by your thighs and your will.

Your breath hitched, feeling the first tremors of your orgasm building fast, rushing up your spine like heat in a fever. It was cresting, bubbling, the tension unbearable and perfect all at once.

You let out a deep, high-pitched sigh as your body jerked. Your climax hit hard and sharp, and your cunt fluttered wildly around the void inside you that begged to be filled. Still, you didn’t let him go. Not until the overstimulation forced a broken moan from your lips and the final, desperate pop of his mouth pulling off your soaked clit echoed like sin in the air.

You were panting. Dripping. Your thighs slick, your inner walls throbbing. But your grin was sharp and alive.

Without a word, you reached under the bed.

From beneath the mattress, you pulled out the box—innocent on the outside, filled with his destruction inside. Fingers rummaging through silicone and lube, leather and clips, until you found it.

Cool. Hard. Smooth.

You pulled it free with a flourish.

And he shivered.

A long, heavy glass dildo, perfectly shaped like a cock, crystal clear, flawless, cold to the touch. The weight of it in your hand was enough to make you shiver with delight. But watching him see it, watching his chest rise fast, his hips twitch in restrained anticipation, now that made your cunt throb all over again.

You dragged it down the curve of your body, trailing it over your belly, across your inner thigh, letting the head swirl around your still-aching cunt. You watched his eyes, how they locked onto the dildo, how he ached for it, how his jaw clenched when it touched your folds and gathered your slick.

He could see everything.

The glass dildo slipped into your pussy with a wet sound, aided by the mix of your cum and his spit. The first stretch stole your breath, a sharp gasp escaping as the cool hardness spread your walls, cold giving way to heat as your body warmed it inch by inch.

“Hmm… Abby,” you purred, fucking yourself slow and deep with it. “You want this cock, don’t you?”

He whimpered, almost barked, a broken, needy sound from deep in his chest. His wrists twisted uselessly in their bindings. 

You moaned, deep and sultry, as the slick sounds of the dildo plunging into your cunt filled the room. “I’ll make it nice and wet for you, baby. Just the way you like it.”

He whined, head tossing, back arching, so fucking desperate.

And when he lifted his legs, knees wide, presenting his tight, puckering asshole to you like a bitch in heat...you smiled. 

Wide. Dark. Filthy.

You removed the dildo from your cunt, which was slick, shining, and dripping with your arousal. You then spat on it. Thick, wet, obscene. The sound alone made Abby tremble.

You crawled between his legs, one hand gripping his thigh, the other holding the soaked toy. You teased the glass cock around his entrance, circling the swollen ring. He shuddered, mouth open, jaw slack.

Then you pushed.

Slowly, steadily, letting the tip slide inside with almost no resistance. He moaned, high-pitched and broken, his hole clenching instinctively around the intrusion before relaxing, eager to take more.

Bit by bit, the dildo slid inside. Your slick and spit made it glide easily, and his body opened up for it like it was meant to be. You didn’t stop until the entire shaft was buried, the flared base pressing against his stretched rim.

“F-Fuck—Mistress—please, don’t stop,” he gasped, hips writhing, cock pulsing helplessly, trapped by the tight pink ring.

You began to thrust. Slowly. Shallow at first. Watching the way his asshole gripped the toy, sucking it in with each movement. The glass made it even filthier. You could see him stretch, see the ring of muscle pull tight and then relax, his hole practically sucking it down.

You tilted it upward—just slightly—and twisted.

Abby screamed.

It was a raw, sultry, loud moan that ripped from his throat as if his soul were spilling out. His hips jerked violently, his toes curling, his entire body convulsing like he’d been electrocuted.

There it was. His prostate.

And you weren’t letting it go.

Again. And again. You pressed. Rubbed. Fucked him deep with the glass cock, twisting and angling until every thrust sent his brain spinning.

The bed frame shook. He was holding on to it for dear life, knuckles white, arms trembling from the effort. His cock looked purple, drooling, bobbing wildly, as if it might cum untouched from sheer stimulation.

And still, you pounded him, eyes locked on his wrecked face.

He was yours.

A trembling, tied-up, glass-cock-fucked mess.

And you were just getting started.

“Ah—ah, can I come? Please, may I come?” Abby cried, voice shaking, every syllable soaked in desperation.

However, you shifted with purpose, fluidity, and control rather than responding. With a tight grip on his legs, you folded him in half. His bound limbs pressed against his chest, and his cock hung right above his face, drooling precum onto his lips like a tease. He gasped, barely able to breathe, his body trembling under your hands.

You pressed your chest against his back, trapping him in that humiliating, beautiful position. His asshole spread wide around the slick glass cock you’d been pounding into him. Then you moved. Hard.

You fucked him.

“You wanna cum?” you purred, voice breathy, laced with power and amusement. “Then show me, baby. Let me see you cum from your slutty little hole.”

The wet, obscene slap of the dildo thrusting into him got louder, more frantic, more violent. His moans came in stuttering bursts, his body quivering as the cock ring denied him every ounce of release, forcing the pleasure to build, and build, and burn. Drool ran down the corner of his mouth, dripping down his face as his cock throbbed helplessly, twitching right above his cum-streaked lips.

“Oh—fuck—oh, Mistress—oh, I’m—I—” His voice cracked, completely unravelling.

You angled your wrist, driving the toy in deeper, harder, until you found that spot once more. His breath vanished in a choked cry, and you didn’t stop, no, you slammed into it again. 

And again. 

And again.

Until, he shattered.

With a guttural, animalistic groan, Abby came, his cock flexing violently as thick, hot ropes of cum sprayed across his own face, coating his cheeks, his nose, his lashes. One spurt hit his lips, another tangled in his sweat-damp pink hair, and a final stream drooled slowly down into his open, gasping mouth.

You watched, eyes wide with awe and hunger, as his body convulsed, trembling violently with every pulse of his orgasm. Even with the ring choking his cock, he came hard, messy, like his soul had been fucked out through his ass.

You slowed, fucking him through it, gently milking him as you felt his hole still fluttering greedily around the dildo. Then, with care, you slid it out, slick and wet, and placed it on the bed.

His legs fell open with a thud as you lowered them. He lay there, breathless, cock twitching against his belly, his face soaked in his own release. For a moment, the room was quiet, just the sound of your breath and his. The heat. The aftershock.

You reached for the silk bindings, slowly untying his legs. You pressed a soft kiss to his bent knee before helping stretch his trembling limbs out, massaging his thighs as you did.

He didn’t speak.

Just blinked up at the ceiling, completely wrecked, still lost in the haze of release.

You moved to his wrists next, undoing the knots with careful fingers. Red marks bloomed where he’d pulled, desperate and wild. You brought each wrist to your lips, kissing them tenderly, left and right.

His eyes fluttered open, finally blinking, finally here. Like his soul had been returned to his body.

You crawled beside him, pulling him close. 

One hand cupped his cheek, cum still streaked across his skin. You leaned in and kissed him, slow and gentle, tasting the salt of his release, your tongue licking up the corners of his mouth before sucking on his lower lip, devouring every drop.

Then you pressed your forehead to his, eyes locked on his blown-out pupils.

“Good boy,” you whispered.

He shuddered at that, just once. Like the praise settled deep in his bones.

And finally… finally… his breathing slowed.

He let go.

He slept in your arms, face still sticky with his orgasm, yours and his scent all over the both of you, the sheets ruined and everything perfect.

After all, he was yours.

And you took care of what was yours.

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AN: Next up on my mission to hit all the guys by popular demand: Baby

Summary: The club is hopping and you just want another drink. Sadly, the bartender keeps overlooking you but when a handsome stranger nearly knocks you off your stool, a bond is quickly formed.

CW: Size difference, large... member, public smut, unsafe sex, creampies, too big to give oral, listen idk how it fit, working my way through Vexi's wish list, a hint of subby abby

Music thumped through the air, a steady rhythm that begged people to dance. Sweat rolled down your back, dampening the back of your too short, too tight dress. Exhaustion weighed on you but you were far from ready to be done with the night.

Instead of calling it, you walked up to the bar and slipped into the only open seat, between a much larger man and some giggling girl. You waved down the bartender only to have someone push in next to you, stealing his attention and placing her order before you could get a word out.

It was fine. You were used to that.

You were petite. That was society’s polite way of calling you short. Getting overlooked was the usual.

“Hey,” you waved your hand trying to get the bartender’s attention once again.

The man next to you shifted, lifting his head of what you were pretty sure was dark pink hair. He downed the drink in front of him in one quick swallow before raising his arms and stretching.

The girls next to you fawned as his shirt rose, letting them get a peek at what looked to be perfectly sculpted abs. He pulled his arms down, bending at the elbows as his shoulders pulled back, stretching his chest, straining the buttons holding his shirt closed.

In the process, he nearly knocked you from the tall stool.

“Hey, watch it!”

“Oh, shit!” He turned and the brightest eyes you’d ever seen sparkled as they looked down at you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You grumbled, again trying to flag the bartender for another drink.

The girls next to you ran off to the dance floor as a remix of the latest and greatest thing to hit the pop scene began to play.

“You’re not going to go dance?” he asked as you were again overlooked by the bartender.

“No,” you snapped, slotting your heels into the bar that ran around the legs of the bar stool, trying to make yourself taller so maybe, just maybe, you could get that goddamn drink.

“Not a Saja Boy fan?” The man looked at you with what appeared to be genuine shock.

“They’re cool enough,” you shrug. “Music is catchy. Their front man, what was his name?”

“Jinu,” the man offered.

“That’s it,” you tried to flag the bartender again as he walked by, only to be ignored. “He’s hot. They’ve all got good voices. I’m just not wanting to dance right now. What I’m wanting is another drink!” Your voice climbed at the end, both trying to get the bartender’s attention and expressing your frustration with the whole situation.

“Excuse me?” The man next to you raised his arm, large hand waving through the air, stretching over the bar and into the bartender’s line of sight. Between his large frame, his long reach and his booming voice, he had no difficulty getting the bartender’s attention.

“What can I get you, sir?” The bartender’s attention was zeroed in on the man next to you.

“Another?” The pink haired man tipped his empty glass before looking toward you, “and whatever the little lady would like too.”

You hated being called little but somehow, one shared drink turned into three which turned into five… or so? You couldn’t be sure. What frustration you had with the man, Abby- you learned his name was, was quickly forgotten in place of a tsunami of tall jokes thrown in retaliation to his short jokes.

“I need,” he wheezed, laughing too hard at the rather simple joke you lobbed his way, “I need some air. My sides hurt.”

He easily stood from the stool, running a hand through his hair. His cheeks and stomach ached from the laughter. For a moment, he stood and just looked at you as you remained sitting.

For the first time in a very, very long time he felt alive. He felt seen as someone more than just his pretty face and the body he so prized. He gave everything up to have this body, damned himself for eternity and he’d forgotten how good it could feel to be seen as a person.

“Are you coming?”

You flushed, realizing he wasn’t running away from you. Unlike him, you had to slip off the stool, landing on the ground to teeter on your heels. The drop wasn’t far but with the drinks you’d thrown back, it was enough to have you unsteady.

The sea of bodies, quick to claim the vacated seats swarmed around you, trying to sweep you away in their tides instead of allowing you to join Abby outside. A body hit yours, probably not meaning to, and your connection with the ground threatened to become far more intimate.

A strong arm wrapped around your waist. A hand grabbed your wrist and then, you were steady on you feet again. You fully expected to see someone eager to get a feel or try to take advantage of you for your small size but instead, it was Abby, towering over you.

“You okay down there?” The joke didn’t soften the concern on his face.

“I’m fine,” you forced yourself to smile. “There’s just too many people here.”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

You expected him to let go of you but instead, he only loosened his grip for a few seconds, letting your wrist slip from his hand before tightening it down on your hand. He smiled down at you, heavy black eyebrows framing his sparkling eyes.

“Can’t have you getting lost in the crowd, can I?” And just like that, your heart beat a little faster.

Oh, he was dangerous. You could fall for a man like him. You could fall for him.

He opened the back door and pulled you into the cold night air. The second the door shut behind you, the loud music became a dull thrum. That was relaxing in it’s own way.

Abby reached out, grabbing the railing and easily vaulted over it instead of doing something as mundane as walking around and taking the stairs.

The second his feet touched the ground, he turned to face you with that big, boyish grin he kept displaying all night. For a second, all you could think about was leaning over the railing and kissing him.

“Look at that,” he teased, “You’re as tall as I am now! How’s it feel?”

“Asshole!” Instead of kissing him, you slapped his chest. It was intended to be a quick strike, hand making contact and then leaving him.

“Oh, you wound me,” he said, holding your hand firmly against his hard chest.

It wasn’t a surprise that his chest was as defined as the peeks of abs showed themselves to be. But you couldn’t make your mind focus on anything else as he held your hand over his beating heart.

Then he had an arm wrapped around your waist, holding your torso against his. Your beasts crushed into his chest, the swells welling up over the low cut of your dress while he pulled you over the railing.

It scraped against your hips. The cold metal hurt but before you could protest, your feet were dangling a foot above the ground. You could feel every ridge of his defined torso against you. On reflex, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

In a few short seconds, you were holding each other in what could easily be considered a lover’s embrace. He could have put you down. You should have told him to. Instead he walked with you until your back was pressed against the wall and your lower back pinned his arm in place.

“I want to kiss you right now,” Abby whispered, face flushed.

He knew he should have just done it. That’s what men that looked like him did. They made the first moves. They took what they wanted. They made the demands. But with you, he felt seen beyond his muscles.

“Than do it,” you ordered, eyes locked on his. “Kiss me.”

You watched as his eyes fluttered closed and he leaned in. As his lips brushed against yours, your eyes slipped shut. He kissed you timidly, as if he was afraid to break you.

You ran your hand up the back of his neck, threading your fingers into his hair. He sighed softly into the kiss.

“More,” you whispered into his lips, pulling back just enough to form the words. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

“Oh, I mean it.” He pressed his lips into yours with a renewed passion, seeming to purr as your fingers tightened around the fistful of his hair. You flexed your legs, working them around his waist, allowing yourself to support some of your weight.

“Touch me,” you pleaded as his lips moved to your jaw. “Please, touch me.”

“Fuck,” Abby groaned into your neck. “You’re bossy for such a little thing.”

“Is that a problem?” you asked as his hands ran over your sides, letting his pelvis pin you in place. Moisture pooled in your panties, not that there was much to them. Dimly, you worried if you were going to leave a wet patch on his shirt.

Could he feel how wet you were?

“I like it,” he said, working his body against yours. “Your wish is my command, baby. You just have to say the word and I’ll do it.”

The idea that you could order around such a large, powerful man was arousing on its own. Your core clenched around nothing as you imagined everything you could tell him to do, though the public nature of the alley limited those options significantly.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered in your ear as his large hand grabbed your breast through the thin dress. “And not wearing a bra. I bet you taste divine.”

“Do you want to find out?” It was so forward, you were not sure what came over you other than how safe you felt in his arms.

“Can I?” He looked at you hopefully, pinching and rolling your nipple through the the dress.

“Okay,” you expected him to take you somewhere private. Instead, he easily lifted you up.

“Put your legs on my shoulders,” he said as the ground grew more distant. You did as he said, though you were sure if his grip slipped, you’d fall and break his neck with your thighs. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

The shot skirt of your dress didn’t take much encouragement to ride up your thighs. Before you could begin to relax from your high vantage point, he was nuzzling into your cloth covered cunt, breathing in the smell of you.

You gripped his arm with one hand and with the other, held a fist full of his hair as if that would somehow keep him from dropping you.

“You smell so good,” he moaned into your panties.

“Well,” you flushed, “are you going to eat me or not?”

Your grip on him tightened as one of the two hands keeping you steady against the wall left your waist. He didn’t seem to struggle at all with just one hand as he pulled the soft fabric gusset of your panties to the side.

His tongue ran through your soaked folds without hesitation. He sucked and nipped at sensitive flesh, pulling pleasure from you with a skilled tongue. It didn’t take long for you to be balanced on his shoulders, back pressed into the wall as he kept you on the edge of an orgasm.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. “More.”

“More?” His voice was muffled, rumbling through your core.

“Fuck me?” You tugged at his hair.

“Here?” he asked as he let you down, guiding you off his shoulders. One of your heels sat on the ground behind him, having fallen from your foot while you writhed in his arms. “You’re so small, I’m not sure how…”

“You’re not afraid of getting your pants dirty, are you?” You looked around. The ground was dry enough.

“What?”

“If you are, we can use your shirt. Either way,” you reached out and ran your hand over the huge swell running down his leg, “I’m going to fuck you.”

“You’re going to fuck me?” he asked though he hit his knees without hesitation. He gripped your hips and pulled you forward. His mouth latched over your clit, sucking at it while he settled his back against the rough wall of the building behind the club.

“Take your cock out and find out,” you ordered, bracing yourself against his shoulders. He moaned, clearly enjoying you bossing him around.

For all your big talk, you hesitated when you saw his cock freed. It was thick, long and heavy. You clenched at the thought of taking him.

You pulled your cunt from his mouth, wiggling out of your panties and tossing them at him. After taking them to his nose for a deep sniff, he balled them up and shoved the wad of wet fabric into his pocket. You dropped to your knees and straddled his thighs as he stroked the monster between his legs

“You sure about this?” he asked and you appreciated that about him. He was everything you didn’t expect him to be on sight.

“You’re massive,” you said, wrapping your hand around his cock as best you could.

“We don’t have to do this.” He sighed as you stroked him. “And I think you’re just fun sized.”

“Oh, for that-” you laughed, “we’re doing this.”

Leaning forward, you latched your mouth over the head of his cock. He was of a size that giving him a proper blowjob was out of the question but you wanted to taste him anyway, just for a minute.

He moaned as your tongue worked over the slit, feasting on the precum that gathered at his tip. He watched with wide eyes as you ran your hands up his abs, feeling his muscles under his shirt.

You wanted to work every straining button free. They hardly had the strength to hold his shirt around his torso and adding your hands under the fabric had them fighting for their lives.

You bit your lip, looking down at his cock again. Soon, they wouldn’t be the only thing stretched to their limit.

“You’re beautiful like this,” Abby said, his thigh brushing against your inner thigh as he shifted.

You ground your naked pussy against his shaft, spreading your slick over him. His hands grabbed your ass, holding you as you worked over him. You moaned lightly as you dragged your folds over the veiny shaft of his cock. All you could think about was how you wanted to have him inside you even if it speared you, even if it broke you.

“What do you want me to do now?” you asked, grinding your pussy against the base of his shaft. The length of him stuck out from under your short skirt, shiny with the slick you seeped over him.

“I want to fuck you,” Abby said, looking at you as if you’d already wrecked him.

“I don’t know,” you teased, reaching down to twist your hand over the sensitive head of his cock, teasing the foreskin forward and back. “Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll sit on this massive cock.”

“Fuck,” Abby groaned, fingers flexing into you ass. “Please? Please can we try?”

All you had to do was ask and this tall, strong man begged. The rush that power gave you had your head spinning and pussy dripping.

“There’s no trying,” you said, feeling rather arrogant as you positioned the head of his cock at your opening. He was so long you had to lean forward slightly, bracing yourself against his chest. “I’m going to take it.”

Burning pressure spread through your core as you lowered yourself onto the head of his cock. His head lulled back, thumping lightly against the wall he leaned against as your warm wet walls strained to accommodate him.

“You’re so tight,” he whispered, eyes half lidded and looking lazily at your face.

Shudders ran down your spine as you worked yourself slowly down his cock. You had to bounce on him, legs straining as you worked the first few inches slowly into you, taking a little more with each decent down.

“Oh, fuck.” you leaned back, fingers digging into the button up shirt on his chest. The button gave up it’s hold, popping off into the distance as your back arched.

“I want to see you,” he whined, his hands running up and down your sides. His thumbs brushed against the underside of your breasts.

“What do you want to see?” Your legs strained. You feared they would give out before you adjusted to the full size of him, sending you down on a cock you were far from ready to take.

“You,” he panted as your ass came so close to brushing against his lap.

“What part of me?” you teased, leaning back on his lap and spreading your thighs apart. With your hands on his thighs and back arched, he could just see your pussy struggling to swallow his member. Your stomach swelled with the pressure of his cock from inside you. “This part of me?” You lifted the hem of your dress to emphasis, not that it was doing anything to cover you with how it was hiked up around your hips.

“Can I see your tits?” Abby asked, hesitant to touch them with more than the most glancing brushes of your thumbs.

You wiggled your ass, working his cock deeper into you. “You can see them if you can get balls deep in me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Abby said. He’d hurt women before. They struggled to fit him inside. What he had asked or as a young man was far more than he wanted in practice.

“I like a little pain,” you said, leaning forward again, bracing yourself on his chest. “You can do it. I can take it.”

His hands traveled down to your waist, gripping you as he helped you work along his shaft. The assistance helped take some strain off your legs, allowing you to focus on relaxing into the harsh stretch of your walls around his cock.

“You’re dripping,” Abby said as he pulled you down his shaft, pushing a little more inside you.

“That’s how bad I want it,” you moaned, feeling his legs brush against your ass. “More.”

It took a few more thrusts before you had your wish. Your body trembled with the strain but you sat in his lap. It felt like his cock reached into your stomach.

“Can I now?” Abby begged, panting with the sensation of being balls deep in someone.

You guided his hands to your breasts and nodded, not able to form words with how full you felt. He pulled the neck of your dress down, spilling your tits out.

“Are you go-going to fu-fuck me now?” Your words jumped and stuttered as you worked your way along his cock.

“How?” he asked as you nestled yourself into his lap again.

“Hard,” you gasped. “Don’t tell me all these muscles are for show.”

Abby grabbed at his shirt, clumsily working buttons free before draping it over your back.

“What are you-?”

Abby easily pushed you back, settling you against the hard ground. His body covered yours easily. You clung to him, face nestled in his chest as he curled over you.

“Like this?” he asked as he thrust into you.

“Y-yes,” you moaned as his cock knocked the air from your lungs with each slam into you. “Fuck, yes.”

He moaned above you as you clawed at his chest and back, trying to hang on to him as the mass of muscle that made up his body moved above you unrelentingly. The alley faded away as your orgasm quickly approached. You were aware of his body, so much bigger than yours, giving you everything you wanted. You knew how easily he could crush you under his weight.

You knew how good his cock felt rearranging your insides.

“Fuck, fuck, faster.” you begged, no longer trying to keep your voice down as he fucked you into the dirty ground of the alley. “Harder.”

It took everything you had to not scream as you came, walls fluttering and then clamping down around his cock. His body stuttered, fighting through the contractions as his own orgasm followed right on your heels.

He shot his seed deep within you, wedging his cock as far as it would go inside you.

“I’m sorry,” Abby said as he pulled out of you and leaned back against the wall. Your legs hung limply, spread wide. A river of his seed ran from your red opening. He could see the inflamed tissues, angry at the abuse you put them through just to take his considerable size.

You managed to take him but he knew it would cost you physically for a few days at least.

“Don’t be,” you groaned as you sat up, pulling the top of your dress back over your breasts. “Give me a bit and we can get a room and do it again.”

“Are you sure Jinu’s your favorite Saja Boy?” Abby asked as he helped you to your feet, his monster cock only a fraction less intimidating, hanging soft from his pants.

“Why?” you asked laughing, “And put that away before you trip over it.”

“No reason,” Abby asked. “Let me get you your shoe and I’ll show you how good I really can be, little lady.”

[myluckyluv]

My little soda pop!

Baby was exhausted.

He’d spent the entire day handling craze fans, fan meetings.

But the only thing that kept him going was the thought of you — waiting at home, greeting him with a smile and those soft kisses he never got tired of.

But when he opened the door and walked in… he got nothing.

You barely looked up from your phone on the couch.

“Hey,” you said flatly, barely more than a mumble.

Baby blinked. “Hey?” he repeated, pouting as he kicked off his shoes and stepped closer.

“That’s it?” Still nothing.

You just shrugged. He tried again, leaning over the couch and tickling your cheek with the ends of his snowy hair.

“C’mon, angel. Don’t be mean to me. I had a hard day… been thinking about your face since all day. and now it’s acting cold to me?”

You tilted away with a smirk, clearly enjoying how annoyed he was getting.

He stared at you for a second, his playful smile twitching—until it dropped into something more devilish.

“Alright,” he said lowly. “You wanna play like that?”

Before you could react, he reached over, scooped you up like you weighed nothing, and dropped onto the couch with you now sitting firmly in his lap.

His arms wrapped tight around your waist, caging you in, and his blue eyes sparkled under his messy bangs.

“You’re not allowed to ignore me when I miss you this much,” he murmured, right before pulling you in for a deep, slow kiss.

You were breathless by the time he pulled back—only for him to give your ass a playful little spank that made you squeak.

“That’s for being a brat,” he smirked, stealing another kiss.

MY LITTLE SODA POP

[kdh-tally]

HIIIIII! Love your blog! I Love how you'd characterize these characters so much!

But out of all the characters in the movie, my favorite is Bobby! So if it's not too much trouble, how would Bobby handle the Saja Boys since you'd mention how he was their acting manager before they find a proper one? Like how'd he'd take the news? how'd he treat the Saja Boys and how did it feel like working on two KPop Groups?

Bobby Needs Therapy

Prompt : How is Bobby taking the news?

Author’s Note : I’m so glad we all love Bobby. He deserves the world!! I actually had two very similar requests so I just combined them both into this! The other request was from @marigoldbuzzing : But I want to know how is Bobby taking all of this, like with the Saja Boys and Hunter/x being under the same company, to being coworkers/working together to eventual romantic relationship?

This occurs after “This is what it sounds like”

Gwi-ma is defeated, the boys have temporarily disappeared and everything and Rumi has some magical/glowy/pretty patterns.

Bobby FORCES the girls to take a break and to explain everything to him

Imagine all of them in the penthouse. 

Rumi, Mira and Zoey are all squeezed onto their couch, Rumi in short sleeves (Bobby was so surprised). 

He’s just staring at the three of them and they all look so disappointed in themselves.

Whats wrong with his girls???

He asks them to explain what happens

They lie at first.

Telling him they had a past with the Saja boys and they’re sworn enemies.

Telling him the special effects are truly just special effects

Telling him that yes they may have jumped out of an airplane but they had invisible parachutes strapped to them?....

Telling him that no, they did not kill the Saja boys with magical weapons or anything the boys just left on their own.

But Bobby points out every single flaw he normally would have ignored.

He fell victim to the Saja Boys song and feels so responsible for the girls getting hurt too.

“I know what I saw girls,” he sounds so tired and defeated and worried.

Sure they’re safe now but how does he know they always will be?

Mira and Zoey look to Rumi, their leader. After the whole event, the girls definitely had a talk about keeping secrets from those they loved.

Rumi explains everything about her parents and the marks and her and Jinu.

Bobby, as vulnerable and human as he is, is someone they love.

“We’re magical demon hunters who kill demons by singing,” Rumi says slowly, almost like how one speaks to a frightened animal.

Bobby doesn’t speak at first and the girls think he must think they’re joking. 

Then he’d ask them to summon their magical weapons.

They’d look at each other before hesitantly summoning them. 

This is all the proof Bobby needs before he breaks down crying.

“You—you’re telling me you were out there killing demons while I was worrying about stupid concept photos?!” Bobby cries, grabbing a tissue. “I was booking you a showcase during an apparent demon apocalypse. I was printing photo cards when you were fighting evil, girls!”

“You could've gotten killed so many times,” he sobs. They quickly move over to where he is on the opposite couch before engulfing him in a hug. 

He’d just get so worried that his daughters had been fighting demons.

Then he would cry even more when finding out about Rumi being a half-demon and hearing her own struggles.

This would cause Zoey to cry, which would cause Mira to cry, which would cause Rumi to cry. So now everyone’s crying.

Once they calmed down a bit, Bobby asks about where the Saja Boys were now. 

The girl’s weapons then levitate, begin to glow and point out the window to their company building. 

“They’ve never done that before...” Mira eyes her guandao in suspicion.

“Okay,” he says slowly, still very cautious of the pointy weapons. “I know I’m not crazy. But I’m also not equipped for this. Do I need a magical weapon too?”

They all agree to follow where the weapon pointed, answering Bobby’s questions along the way.

By the time they get to the building, Bobby more or less understands 80% of the demon world as well as the whole singing hunters thing.

They enter the company building and follow the weapons into a dimly lit practice room where the weapons finally stop glowing.

“This place looks haunted,” Rumi mumbles, reaching around the wall for a light switch. 

The lights suddenly flicker on by themselves to reveal the 5 demons on the floor. They are all in a pile, like they were dropped on top of each other, and are half conscious.

Rumi, Zoey and Mira are staring at them. Jaws dropped.

Bobby’s just happy no one is actually dead.

When the boys finally awake, they’re terrified cause they expected to reform back in hell. 

They really didn’t want to go back to Gwi-ma.

But they’re all alive.

And like half of their powers have gone missing??

The group comes to realize that by killing the demons, they kinda stole their soul. 

Hear me out!

Jinu says Rumi gave him a soul so he gives it back to her. So what if! Jinu is really just in Rumi’s sword waiting to reappear?

This then brings up the question, why are the other boys alive???

Well, if we can assume that Jinu only gained a soul kinda after meeting Rumi (and more or less falling in love with her cause she gave him something to live for that wasn’t his selfish ambitions) then i think it's fair to assume the same works for the other boys.

Romance (not confirmed to be dead in the movie but we’ll say he was) and Abby (confirmed kill) more or less have “crushes” on Mira.

They therefore have a reason to live (even if it's just to annoy her by flirting) and therefore have a soul and are captured in her guandao.

Same thing applies to Mystery, Zoey and Baby (though I believe Baby just enjoyed being human and pissing people off and it kinda gave him a purpose). 

Anyways!

Their souls got released by the weapons (for reasons unknown!) and now the boys remain in the human realm.

Time skip!

The girls are back! Producing music and what not.

The boys are on a hiatus as Bobby attempts to find them a manager. 

He does act like their current manager though, because he’d come to enjoy hanging out with them.

He sees them as an extension of the girls, and they’re just new little babies to the whole world of kpop idols.

He is shocked that they did manage to drop two absolute BANGERS with no management at all. Its demon logic.

They boys like Bobby too, he teaches them all about human customs and cultures and takes them to watch movies with him

Bobby is like everyone’s wonderful sweet dad.

Huntr/x, wanting their awesome manager to themselves, keep on hiring managers to work with the boys.

No one ever lasts.

“That group is haunted”

“They never do any work?”

“I don’t understand how they’re famous”

The Saja Boys sabotage every single attempt the girls make to find them a manager. They don’t trust that many humans and would rather not be found out as demons. 

Also, Bobby interviews all the applicants and half of them are only applying so they can be SUPER close to the Saja Boys.

The other half are just trying to get close to Huntr/x

For this reason alone, I think Bobby would become the official manager for both groups. He’d just hire an assistant. 

The first person that comes to mind is the girl from the fansign who said “Your secret’s safe with me” to Rujinu 😭

She seems like she’d make a good manager, and she can keep secrets apparently lmao.

Of course at first the boys struggle against Bobby too.

He’d schedule them for vocal training, and instead they would just sit in the studio discussing if there was any true meaning behind random movies.

He’d send them to dance practice, and the boys would somehow convince the choreographer to turn it into an interpretive piece on redemption.

He books them to appear on a variety show and finds them halfway through writing a diss track about the girls instead of prepping for the game show.

It's their revenge for takedown and to be fair, it kinda slaps so he lets them finish.

Everytime they think they’d pushed Bobby to the end, he just snaps back into his bright energetic and supportive self. 

“Okay. I have five former demons with unclear moral alignments, my girls have glowing weapons that they seem emotionally attached to and these two K-pop groups keep flirting instead of focusing on their comebacks. But… no one’s dead yet. Great! :D”

The boys stop trying to get him to leave and just accept him as their manager, they love Bobby already, they just hate the idea of being babysat.

But Bobby gives them freedom.

And they love that they now have to live in a mega dorm (penthouse is for the weekends and vacations) with the girls.

He genuinely loves all of them.

Even if he sometimes has to drag Baby away from the spice aisle when they go for snack runs together.

Even if Romance keeps sending him “accidental” texts like: “Hi Mira 😘 I mean Bobby. Hi Bobby! Please tell Mira I said hi~”

Even if one time Zoey and Abby disappeared during practice and came back with some random dog they’d dressed in a Huntrix crop-top.

When finding out about their relationships he would not be surprised AT ALL.

After learning about demons and hunters nothing phases him anymore.

He’d seen the way Jinu looked at Rumi like she was the only girl left in the universe.

The man gave her his soul bro. Bobby has major respect for him.

He saw Mira, Romance and Abby bickering like a married couple.

He saw Zoey pretend not to blush every time Mystery helped adjust her mic.

He just decided not to get involved. He tried his best not to get involved.

“Mystery, you have to stop teleporting into Zoey’s room. It’s weird.”

“I didn’t mean to call her my girl it just slipped out!” <- Romance

“Sureeee Romance. Keep telling yourself that” <- Bobby

He definitely has questions though. 

Has a folder in his notes dedicated to things he needs to confirm. 

The number one thing on his list is “Confirm if ‘Zoey’s demon’ is a real title or just Mystery’s pet name.”

He has Mystery’s attempt at poetry saved in a folder titled “Confessions”

He’s got Abby’s “accidental” shirtless mirror selfies sent to Mira.

He’s got literal surveillance footage of Jinu giving Rumi a forehead kiss post-rehearsal.

He takes all his questions to Baby (cause Baby’s known longer than anyone).

He’s just waiting for one of them to slip up in front of them so he can bombard them with all his evidence.

That never needed to happen. One day, Zoey shyly comes up to him like “Bobby, there’s something else I think you should know…” and he just cuts her off.

“You and Mystery are dating. He smells like your shampoo and you made him a playlist titled ‘sexy emo boy’ I know.”

Zoey: 🧍

“Tell me something I don’t know next time,” he laughs before going back to watching some food eating challenge with Baby on his iPad.

He is really invested in the relationships, but gets really sneaky about it.

If you look closely at the schedule for vocal training, it somehow always pairs:

Rumi and Jinu for duets.

Romance, Abby and Mira for tension-heavy choreographies.

Zoey and Mystery for producing practices.

Coincidence? I think not

He gives Jinu pep talks like, “If you’re gonna love my girl, you better know how to harmonize with her in both life and song.”

The day he finds out “Free” exists is the day he tries to get them married.

“You can’t just make a beautiful song like that and not be married,” he’d insist while looking for a wedding dress with Baby.

He and Abby help Romance write his apology texts to Mira for his flirtiness.

He teaches Mystery how to express emotion through his words so the boy can feel more confident in his relationship with Zoey.

He also buys lollipops for Baby, his partner in crime.

He will be using their relationships against them though. 

“You don't want to dye your hair for the comeback? Shame.... I heard Rumi say she’d love to see you with blonde hair....” to Jinu.

“Funny how you had no energy in rehearsal, yet I saw you doing push-ups with Mira on your back.” to Abby.

“You’re grounded. All of you. No date nights until you finally learn this dance.”

He loves them so much.

Would just like to add that Bobby and Baby would definitely dox anyone who hates on the group or any of the Huntr/x or Saja Boys members.

[ranigold]

I had an uncomfortable session of having seen this guy before, After thinking and thinking...then I noticed.

..........I don't know if it's just in my head, but I have the same feeling with Misa.

[love-your-sins]

Lost and Found

Freedom's Melody Ch 1

I remember Gwi-Ma’s fire searing against my back, pain flaring through every nerve. And I remember Remi’s face as she stood tall. You gave me my soul back. And now… I give it to you. The pain faded, replaced by glowing warmth. I remember the howl as Remi’s power—the power of all the humans singing as one—sliced through Gwi-Ma. And then there was nothingness. So, how do I still remember?

Read on AO3

[redvexillum]

Welcome to my masterlist of all of my stories for Kpop-Demon Hunters! Can you tell which Saja Boys is my favourite? This masterlist is still under construction, since I'm actively posting for this fandom! For those who prefer to read on AO3, you guys can click HERE!

⊹₊ ⋆ You Disobey Me

Jinu makes you kneel and apologize with your mouth full, his cock twitching as he forces you to hold eye contact.

⊹₊ ⋆ Say My Name

Jinu's buried deep inside you, slow and thick, whispering your name while you struggle to say his.

⊹₊ ⋆ Beg

He has you on the floor, naked, touching yourself for him and only letting you finish when he hears your voice crack.

⊹₊ ⋆ Louder, Baby

Jinu uses a vibrator while f⭐︎cking you, demanding moans, but then covers your mouth with his palm to muffle your screams.

⊹₊ ⋆ Smile for the Camera

You're f⭐︎cked backstage before a performance, legs still trembling as you walk onstage.

⊹₊ ⋆ No One Else

He marks you up, leaving hickeys and the evidence of his love for you. 

⊹₊ ⋆ Keep Going

He pins your legs wide and uses his fingers and tongue until you cry from overstimulation, but he still doesn’t stop.

⊹₊ ⋆ Monster

You were a princess that was bound by silk, duty, and expectation. He was a stranger with a bipa, a voice so heavenly, he captivated everyone in the palace. You only meant to flirt, to taste the thrill of someone forbidden. But instead, you uncovered a dark truth.

⊹₊ ⋆ One More Time

He f☆cks you slow and deep, face buried in your neck, whispering how he’ll make it up to you with every thrust.

⊹₊ ⋆ Candy Pop Drop

He moans as he thrusts into your mouth, overwhelmed by the feeling, needy and desperate. 

⊹₊ ⋆ Good Girl

He tells you to ride his thigh, moaning encouragement while calling you his good girl. 

⊹₊ ⋆ Don't Stop

You caught Jinu touching himself beside you while he thought you were fast asleep. 

⊹₊ ⋆ Cool Down

He helps you stretch…until his c☆ck is pressed right up against you. 

⊹₊ ⋆ Bad Girl

In a shadowed alley, Jinu found you like always and just like last time, you rode him hard. Idols with benefits, or something more? Were you even sure anymore?

⊹₊ ⋆ Denial

Jinu believes in you. You can hold on for just a little longer, right?

⊹₊ ⋆ Make or Break

You were dating Baby but somewhere along the line, you saw him less of a partner and more as a little brother. Maybe it was time to cut your losses?

⊹₊ ⋆ Kitten

Baby was on stream and shares that he was fostering a new kitten, much to the delight of his fans. 

⊹₊ ⋆ Feed Me

Mystery wakes you up with his head between your thighs.

⊹₊ ⋆ Good Boy

A night of control, craving, and devotion leaves you both breathless and closer than ever before.

⊹₊ ⋆ Sharing is Caring (Jinu x Reader x Abby)

Abby confesses of wanting you, and Jinu, being the ever gracious, generous team leader, decided to share you under one condition.

⊹₊ ⋆ Sharing is Watching (Abby x Reader & Jinu)

Abby wanted you. Desperately. Hungrily. Jinu, surprisingly, didn't resist… but there was a caveat to his permission...as always.

ೃ✧ VEXI'S UNHINGED HEADCANONS ೃ✧

╰┈➤ ❝ [SAJA BOYS "AFTER DARK" PREFERENCES] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [SAJA BOYS' YANDARE RANKING] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [SAJA BOYS BEING CALLED "DADDY"] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [SAJA BOYS GETTING EMOTIONALLY DESTROYED] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [SAJA BOYS GETTING EMOTIONALLY DESTROYED PART 2] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [COMING SOON] ❞

ೃ✧ VEXI'S IMAGINES ೃ✧

╰┈➤ ❝ [HOW THEY SAY "I LOVE YOU" WITHOUT SAYING IT] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [WHAT HE'S LIKE IN PUBLIC VS IN PRIVATE] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [COMING SOON] ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ [COMING SOON] ❞

ೃ✧ TEMPLE OF SINS ೃ✧

╰┈➤ ❝ [THE ROOM OF BEGINNINGS] ❞

╰┈┈┈➤ ❝ [THE LOCKED DOOR] ❞

╰┈┈┈➤ ❝ [JINU'S ROUTE: RITUAL OF FIRE AND GUILT] ❞

╰┈┈┈┈┈➤ ❝ [COMING SOON] ❞

[redvexillum]

✦•·.·¯˚·.·• 𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚 •·.·˚¯·.·•✦

CW: p in v, vibrator, overstimulation, squirting

Jinu uses a vibrator while f⭐︎cking you, demanding moans, but then covers your mouth with his palm to muffle your screams. (jinu x demon!reader)

Your gasps and wrecked, sobbing moans were mingled with a high-pitched whir that echoed through the room, relentless and sharp, vibrating in your bones. Your body was limp, trembling, drenched in sweat, but Jinu kept you upright, locked tight against his broad chest.

His claws bit into your cheeks, holding your head steady, making sure you looked straight ahead—no squirming, no hiding. His grip was possessive, brutal, and you could feel the tips of his claws digging into your skin, just enough to sting.

All while that fucking toy hummed mercilessly against your clit.

Jinu had brought it back from the human world—a peculiar, slim metal cylinder that could be activated with a single button press. You hadn’t known what it was. You’d tilted your head in curiosity, asking about the odd little thing he smuggled into Hell like some forbidden relic.

And then he pressed it against your bare pussy.

Cold. Then vibrating.

And your vision exploded.

“Ah—ahhh! F-fuck!” you cried out, your voice breaking on every syllable.

Your legs were spread wide, held open by invisible force—or maybe just your own ruined willingness. Jinu’s cock was buried deep inside you, thick, veiny, pulsing, every inch stretching you to your limit. Even on a normal day, he filled you to the brim. But with the vibrator buzzing against your swollen, throbbing clit? You were being fucked into the next realm.

Your body had already betrayed you once, gushing messily in a squirting climax the moment that toy touched your most sensitive spot. The floor below was slick with your arousal, and Jinu hadn't stopped there. No, he kept going. Using the toy to fuck your clit. To milk every twitch and cry from you like it was a game.

He didn’t let you move. He held you. His cock remained buried in your writhing cunt, thrusting just enough to give you the sensation that he was being squeezed by every throb of your own constricted, overstimulated walls.

“Shhh, shhh,” he purred in your ear when you cried again, your thighs quivering violently, a fresh gush of slick soaking his cock. “You’re going to make a mess again, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t even answer. He pressed the now-warm metal toy back against your clit, right on the raw bundle of nerves that had been used too many times. Your mouth snapped shut, opened in a sharp gasp. Your scream never got the chance to leave your throat.

Because Jinu clamped his hand over your mouth.

And still, the toy kept humming.

Your body seized. Your back arched into him. You rolled your eyes as the orgasm hit you again, this time stronger than the last. Your whole body spasmed, slick spraying between your legs again as you came, again, again—your mind a blur of mechanical buzzing and broken pleading.

His cock didn’t stop throbbing inside you. Neither did the toy.

“Fuck,” Jinu groaned into your neck, voice ragged now, like he wasn’t immune either. He rolled his hips slowly, lazily, just an inch in and out, dragging his cock through the fluttering, clenching mess of your cunt. “You’re vibrating around me, baby… fuck, that’s tight.”

He ground the vibrator hard against your clit, pressing deep with the full force of his hand—and you screamed, muffled by his palm, as another jolt of electric, excruciating overstimulation pulsed through you.

Tears ran down your cheeks in hot, steady streaks. Your legs spasmed helplessly. One of your feet kicked, twitching as your whole lower body locked up from the sheer force of sensation. You were shaking. Absolutely gone, ruined, high on pleasure and pain from the overwhelming fullness of his cock and the relentless buzzing against your clit.

Your lips moved under his hand, trying to form words. Something. Anything.

“Mmm—mhmm—Jinu—please—” but all of it came out garbled, soaked in breathless sobs.

He chuckled darkly against your skin, his mouth brushing your ear. “Hmm? What was that?” he whispered, mock-sweet, as his hips rolled again and the toy never stopped. “I can’t hear you over all that soaking-wet, twitching pussy.”

The moment Jinu started bouncing you on his cock, your groans became louder; it was hot and thick, stretching you so much that every vicious descent made your cunt ache in the best way possible. Your thighs quivered, your body drenched in sweat and slick as he held you firm by the hips, using you like a toy to fuck himself deeper.

Your skin slapped against his with every wet impact, the obscene sound mixing with your soft cries and his ragged groans. Sweat pooled between your bodies, making your torsos slip and grind together with every thrust, every bounce, every goddamn inch he sank into you.

“Louder, baby,” he growled in your ear, breath heavy, voice frayed with restraint. His hips slammed up harder, brutal now, relentless, as the constant hum of the still-active toy beneath you sent a thrum through your core.

It wasn’t on your clit anymore—not directly—and that was your only mercy.

But it didn’t matter.

Your throat was raw from screaming. Your muscles burned from shaking and seizing with orgasm after orgasm. You were soaked—utterly soaked—a glorious, wet, broken mess of slick thighs and twitching muscles, your pussy red and swollen from use.

You had nothing left.

Or so you thought.

Then you heard it.

A sharp, unmistakable click.

Your spine arched violently.

"MMNNGH!" you cried behind his clawed hand, your fingers grabbing at the ground and your nails scuffing the stone as the high-pitched, ruthless vibrations came to life.

He had latched the toy back on. Directly to your overstimulated, raw, throbbing clit.

Jinu's claws bit into your cheeks as he grinned, unbothered by the tears spilling down your face. “That’s it,” he hissed, voice low and dangerous, “just like that, sweetheart.”

He folded you forward like paper, your knees scraping the ground, your cheek pressed to the floor, ass in the air as he pounded into you from behind. His cock plunged deep, thick and hot, splitting you open all over again while that wicked toy buzzed right against your nerve-drenched bundle.

“MMM—MMM!” you sobbed, voice muffled against the floor, body convulsing from the intensity.

His cock fucked through your wrecked, gushing pussy, forcing every last drop of slick out of you with each brutal thrust. The toy vibrated so hard it nearly buzzed through you. Your clit throbbed, swollen and sensitive, and your whole body trembled from the aftershocks that wouldn’t stop.

Your walls clamped down violently, spasming around his cock as you screamed into the floor, mouth wide open when he finally let go of your jaw.

“AHH! AHHH! AHHH—!” you wailed, the orgasm ripping you in half. A fresh gush spilled down your thighs as your body seized and squirted again.

The toy dropped with a soaked clunk against the floor just as Jinu groaned through clenched teeth.

One, two final thrusts and then he slammed deep, grinding into you with a low, guttural moan as his cock twitched violently inside you, pumping ropes of hot, thick cum directly into your already overstimulated core.

You cried out again, voice breaking as the heat filled you. It was too much. Too full. Too perfect.

When he finally pulled out, a slick, wet pop echoed between your thighs.

You collapsed sideways, twitching. Your body was well spent; your skin flushed and trembling. His cum leaked from your pulsing hole in thick, lazy dribbles, painting your thighs and the backs of your thighs in white.

Your cunt was still fluttering around nothing, sensitive and empty and sore.

You couldn’t speak. Could barely think.

Then suddenly…softness. 

It was a kiss. Warm and deceptively sweet against your cheek. Jinu crouched beside you, his grin devilish, lips still sticky with sweat. The shimmering purple of his mark glowed faintly under the low light, pulsing like it was pleased.

“I can’t wait,” he murmured, brushing sweat-matted hair from your face, “to see what else we can play with.”

His smile widened.

“And what other holes I can ruin.”

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CW: p in v, soft

Jinu's buried deep inside you, slow and thick, whispering your name while you struggle to say his. (jinu x hunter!reader)

It was supposed to be a game. Just fun. A filthy, secret arrangement between a hunter and the demon she should’ve killed. Jinu had slipped into your life like a shadow in silk, all smirks, and charm, stealing your breath before you realized how deep you were in.

It could’ve been a love story. Sweet. Poetic, even.

If not for the fact that he was a demon.

And you?

You were this generation’s chosen demon hunter.

You should’ve gutted him the first night. Instead, you let him touch you. You let him whisper lies between kisses and slide into your bed like he belonged there. You convinced yourself it was temporary. Just one more night. Just one more fuck. One more lie. One more reason not to end it.

Now, here you were, beneath him, legs parted and trembling, cunt dripping and stretched tight around his cock as he drove into you like he owned you.

A ragged gasp tore from your lips as he loomed over you, wearing that too-perfect human mask. His skin was smooth and pale, flushed from the friction, and his dark hair clung to his forehead where your fingers had been just minutes ago. His hips rolled slow and deep, each stroke punching a moan from your lungs. You could feel every vein, every pulse of his cock inside you, and you hated how good it felt.

With his cock pushed in to the hilt, his head brushed that soft, sensitive spot deep inside that caused your toes to curl and your back to arch as he leaned in and gave you a slow, wet, and hungry kiss. His canines grazed your lip, too sharp for a human.

You cried out, voice trembling. “F-fuck, hurry up.”

You rolled your hips, chasing the rhythm, chasing the high that would drown out the guilt. Maybe if you came hard enough, you could forget. Just for a moment. Forget that your thighs were wrapped around the enemy. Forget that your soul was supposed to damn his, not crave it.

But Jinu only smiled, cruel and soft. The faint shimmer of his violet mark flickered across his skin, like an echo of truth you didn’t want to see.

“You always get impatient when you're close,” he murmured, voice like warm velvet soaked in debauchery. His cock dragged out slowly, so slow it burned, before sinking back in inch by inch until your pussy swallowed him whole again. “Let me enjoy you. Just a little longer.”

“Basta—”

He cut you off with a low groan, his hips rocking forward until you felt his pelvis grind flush against your clit, sending sparks through your core. You whimpered, and he chuckled darkly against your skin.

Your legs locked around his waist, and you ground against the rough patch of hair at his base, desperate, clit rubbing just right. You were so close you could taste it, feel your walls fluttering in anticipation. You could’ve come if he hadn’t grabbed your hips and stopped you.

“Are you serious?” you gasped, your orgasm teetering on the edge, denied. Your eyes flared open, fury, and desperation twisting in your chest.

Then… you saw it.

Something flickered behind his gaze. A crack in the mask. Not lust. Not smugness. Something else.

Vulnerability.

Before you could speak, he leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours, still buried deep inside you. The moment was so intimate, so wrong, your throat locked up.

He whispered your name like a prayer. Like it meant something.

You froze.

Your thoughts crashed into each other, a thousand voices screaming inside your skull, but not one word made sense. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Only feel.

Then…his lips brushed yours. Gentle. Barely there. A whisper of warmth that lingered like a ghost before he rolled his hips again, slow, deliberate, every inch of his cock dragging against your trembling, soaked walls. He whispered your name under his breath—again, and again, like it was a prayer. Like it hurt to say it, and he said it anyway.

And that…that did something to you.

Jinu had never said your name before. Not once. Not in jest. Not in bed. Not even when you first met. You hadn’t spoken his either. Names were power. Names made things real.

But now, his voice was stripped of arrogance, his usual teasing lilt gone. He sounded bare. Exposed.

His hands slid up your waist, slow and reverent, until they cupped your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks like you were fragile. “Say my name,” he whispered.

You blinked, heart hammering.

“What…?” your voice cracked.

He stilled inside you, cock buried deep, pulsing with restraint. “Say my name,” he repeated, firmer this time, but his touch stayed gentle. Then, softer: he whispered yours again.

His thumb swept under your eye, like he was memorizing the shape of you. And you— You wanted to stay quiet. You should’ve. You knew what it would mean. If you said it now, like this, while his cock was inside you and your bodies were fused in sweat and sin, there’d be no going back. You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore.

It would be real. And real meant dangerous.

But your hand found his face. And you kissed him. Slow. Tender. Devastating.

“…Jinu,” you breathed.

His entire body tensed, then melted. His eyes shone, lips parting into a smile so bright it hurt to look at, and for a terrifying moment, you thought he might cry.

Then he moved.

A sudden, brutal snap of his hips had you gasping. He fucked into you with reckless hunger, with something feral, like the sound of his name on your lips had broken him wide open.

Your hands flew to the sheets, twisting tight as he rammed into you again, and again, burying himself deep enough to ruin you. His cock dragged deliciously against your tender walls, your clit aching each time his hips slammed into yours with sharp, wet smacks. It was filthy. Loud. Animal.

And through it all, he whispered your name over and over, like a prayer, like he wanted to brand it into the moment.

Your moans blended with his, messy and breathless, echoing off the walls, your bodies locked in rhythm, in sin, in something far too close to love.

His mark glowed faintly across his chest and throat, deep violet beneath the amber light that slipped through your window. 

Demon. 

Lover. 

Liar. 

Yours.

“Fuck,” you sobbed, as your legs shook, your body spiralling toward release.

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

Your back arched as your orgasm tore through you, a white-hot wave crashing down. Your pussy clenched around him, greedy, milking him. And with a shudder, he followed. Hips jerking, cock twitching deep inside you as he spilled his cum in thick, pulsing waves, burying himself as far as he could go.

Neither of you moved.

The only sound in the room was the ragged cadence of your breathing, your bodies tangled, your souls too close for comfort.

You closed your eyes, chest rising and falling.

You shouldn’t have said his name.

But you did.

Now all the lies you told yourself came apart slowly, gently, and cruelly.

This wasn’t just sex anymore.

You made it real.

And it was going to destroy you.

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CW: masturbation (jinu), one bed, childhood friend, horny!reader, voyeur!reader

You caught Jinu touching himself beside you while he thought you were fast asleep. (jinu x reader)

Maybe you should’ve told him when you woke up. Maybe you should’ve said something before it got this far. But now?

Now you were wide awake, mouth dry, slick pooling between your thighs, and watching everything.

The summer heat in Korea was merciless, and your thin pajamas, the short, clingy kind you wore only because you slept alone, had fused to your skin. The fabric was practically transparent now, soaked with sweat, your panties even worse. They clung to your cunt like a second skin, wet with arousal and regret, the fabric already sticking between your folds from how soaked you’d become.

And right in front of you, just inches away, fully unaware that you were awake, was Jinu putting on the filthiest show of your life.

It started slow. Just the rustle of the sheets. Then a soft creak of the bed.

Then… His moans.

Barely audible, but desperate. Sharp little gasps behind clenched teeth. You opened your eyes to a slit, and froze.

The amber glow of the streetlamp cut through the curtain just enough to spotlight the scene in slices of gold and shadow. And fuck, what a sight.

Jinu had pulled his shirt up, clenched between his teeth, exposing a solid chest and taut abs that rippled every time he flexed. His pants were shoved low, barely hanging on around his hips. And there, in his hand, was his cock.

Long. Thick. Rock-hard.

His hand was wrapped around the base, veins bulging, fingers tight. You could see the wet glisten of precum beading at the tip, a fat droplet already rolling down over the flushed, swollen head. His foreskin slid up, then peeled back with every stroke, revealing that slick head before swallowing it again.

He was masturbating right next to you, thinking you were asleep, and you couldn’t look away.

Your thighs squeezed together, clit throbbing beneath the soaked cotton of your panties, every slow stroke of his fist driving you mad. You bit your lip, hard, hoping the pain would distract you from the way your hips had started to shift on their own.

The bed creaked beneath him, little jolts rocking the mattress as his hips jerked upward. His pace was slow but growing urgent, hand twisting near the tip, teasing himself, edging. His abs clenched again, sweat starting to bead at his temples. He moaned again, soft, barely there, but so fucking needy.

And the sounds. The slick, wet slap of skin on skin as his hand pumped his cock filled the quiet room. The lube was all him, all precum, making his every strokes lewd and wet. His cock was flushed red at the tip, angry and pulsing, practically begging to be touched by someone else.

Your panties were a mess now, absolutely soaked, clinging to your cunt with every twitch of your hips, every little rock forward. You were breathing shallow, heart pounding, watching the way his thighs tensed and his breath hitched.

The thought that Jinu, your childhood friend, the one you swore you’d never see that way was rutting his cock inches away from you, was touching himself to the thought of you…

God, it made your core clench so hard you nearly whimpered.

He didn’t know you were watching.

But he was so fucking close.

And you were soaking through your sheets, one breath away from touching yourself, one whisper away from giving in.

His hand drifted up his sweat-slick abdomen, slow and sinfully indulgent, fingers grazing every ridge of muscle before curling over one of his nipples. He pinched, a sharp twist that made his back arch and a strangled moan slip from his throat.

You should’ve looked away.

You didn’t.

You couldn’t.

Your face burned, core throbbing as slick drenched your ruined panties, the thin cotton doing nothing to contain the mess building between your thighs. You watched, utterly wrecked with heat, as he pleasured himself without even realizing he had an audience.

And then you heard it.

Soft. Guttural. A whisper like a secret:

Your name.

Your entire body jolted.

Your breath hitched.

Every nerve screamed.

And he knew.

Jinu’s entire body locked up, his hand frozen mid-stroke, cock still flushed, heavy, and leaking steadily. His face turned toward you in horror, eyes wide, lips parted, panic in every line of his expression. His gaze flicked from your face, to his stiff cock still glistening in his grip, and back again.

“I can ex—”

But you sat up slowly, a smirk curling your lips as your gaze dropped deliberately to his hand. Your thighs squeezed together tight, clenching around the aching pulse of your dripping cunt. The heat in the room? You could blame that. The haze in your mind? It was late. The sweat on your body? Excuses.

But the words that left your mouth?

Those were all you.

“Don’t stop,” you breathed, voice husky and thick with want.

Your spaghetti strap tank top slipped down your shoulder, exposing the smooth slope of skin, your cleavage practically pouring over the neckline from how tight the fabric clung. You didn’t bother fixing it.

Jinu swallowed hard, his lips parted, eyes flicking down your chest and that was all it took.

His hand started moving again. Slow at first, but growing faster, more desperate, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing between the two of you. His abs clenched, his face twisted with restraint, and his eyes, fuck, his eyes were locked on your tits.

Your smirk deepened.

In the thick night air, you whispered, “Want a better look?” Your voice was now a weapon—sharp, sultry, and full of sin.

You slid the other strap off your shoulder, slow and deliberate, until both straps hung uselessly at your arms. Then you peeled the front of your top down, exposing your breasts one perfect inch at a time, until they spilled out, full and flushed and begging to be touched.

Jinu choked on a groan. “Fuck—”

His eyes rolled back, head tilting as his fist flew along his cock, the shaft twitching wildly. His thighs tensed, heels digging into the mattress.

And then he came. Thick, hot ropes of cum were painting across the sharp edges of his stomach, splattering high and streaking onto the smooth skin just below his navel. His entire body shuddered with it, muscles trembling, breath gone ragged.

And you weren’t done.

With a slow, teasing movement, you reached forward. Dragged one finger through the sticky mess he'd made of himself. Lifted it, gleaming, between you both. He watched your every move with dark eyes that were now feral and locked on to your lips.

Then you slid your finger into your mouth, tongue curling around the salty, bitter taste of him.

His groan sounded wrecked. Worshipful. Needy. Desperate.

He didn’t even hesitate.

“Don’t stop,” he rasped, voice ruined and low, his hand flying out to grab your hip.

He hooked two fingers into your shorts and tugged.

Slow. Hard. Intentional.

The implication was loud.

Tonight, you weren’t friends.

Tonight, there would be no pretending.

Tonight, you weren’t going to stop until he was buried inside you…and you were soaked in more than just sweat from the summer heat. 

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CW: p in v, dirty talking, dorky!jinu, horny!jinu, cumplay, rough s☆x, reader is fucking flexible I could never, multiple...yoga...stretch poses

He helps you stretch…until his c☆ck is pressed right up against you. (jinu x reader)

Your spine arched obscenely, forehead pressed flush to the floor, legs spread wide. Your ass sat high, trembling with the slow pulse of your breath as you moaned long and low while Jinu’s warm palm slid down the slope of your back. He pushed, guiding, owning the stretch until your chest was nearly squashed against the mat.

“Feel good?” he chuckled, voice thick with amusement as he applied more pressure, forcing your muscles to scream and your cunt to twitch.

“F-fuck, yeah…” you mumbled into the floor, the pleasure from the stretch bleeding into something deeper, dirtier. Your thighs already sticky from how quickly arousal was pooling there. Every muscle was sore from a brutal day of dancing, but now? Now you only craved the slow release. The drag. 

The burn.

“Alright. Switch it up,” Jinu said, all instructor-command, like he wasn’t sporting a visible bulge. “Cat pose.”

You groaned your approval, slowly rising onto your hands and knees. Your back dipped, stomach lowered, shoulder blades pushing up, and your hips lifted until your ass jutted out. You were halfway into the pose when you felt it: a thick, hot weight sliding right up against your clothed pussy, grinding slow.

“Jinu…” you gasped, a breathless, amused moan tangled with need as your hips bucked slightly, letting his cock drag deliciously up and down your soaked slit.

“What?” he asked innocently.

You looked back over your shoulder, raising an eyebrow and grinding harder against the ridge of his cock.

“I’m just helping you stretch,” he said, pushing forward, letting the head of his dick dig into the drenched fabric of your yoga shorts, right against your throbbing clit.

“Sure you are,” you said, breath hitching.

“Next pose,” he said far too casually. “On your back.”

You rolled your eyes and obeyed, lying back with a dramatic sigh, though the pulse between your thighs was anything but relaxed. Jinu peeled his shorts down, cock springing free, thick and glistening with precum.

“For this stretch,” he said, deadpan, “you’ll need to remove your shorts.”

Your breath caught. “Yeah?” you murmured, eyes locked on the flushed, angry head of his cock as you began wriggling out of your tight shorts. He eagerly helped. His fingers curled into the waistband and yanked, peeling them down to your ankles. Your panties clung to your heat, already soaked through.

“This stretch requires… full flexibility,” Jinu muttered, groaning as he pressed his bare cock against your cunt, panty barrier be damned, and rolled his hips in slow, lazy grinds that made your toes curl.

You let out a soft, whimpering moan when the head of his cock caught your clit, grinding deep into the wet cotton that clung to your folds.

“Should I… go completely bare?” you asked, your voice breathy, needy, as you rutted up into him.

He hissed, jaw clenching as his fingers dug into your hips and dragged you closer. Your soaked panties now a filthy mess between you.

“I highly recommend it,” he growled, rutting harder, smearing your arousal over every inch of his throbbing shaft, until the wet sound of it echoed around the room.

With a slow, teasing grin, you hooked your fingers into your panties and peeled them down inch by inch, legs high in the air and spread shamelessly as Jinu leaned in to help. His hands dragged the soaked fabric off the rest of your legs before tossing them aside like trash as if it were useless now that your pussy was on full display.

Both of you gasped in unison the moment the heat of his cock pressed flush against your bare, dripping cunt. Your slick coated his shaft instantly, wet and obscene, painting him with every needy throb of your aching pussy.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice hoarse with lust as he rutted along your folds, letting your slick glaze every swollen inch of his cock.

“What’s the next pose?” you asked breathily, trying—and failing—not to tremble beneath him. Every cell in your body screamed to be split open, to be filled to the brim and stretched by him until you broke.

“This one’s great for your hips… and your legs,” Jinu growled, grinding his cock harder against your soaked pussy. You felt the ridge of his head drag over your clit and your breath stuttered, vision blurring.

“Show me,” you dared, voice soaked in arousal as your hands found your breasts. Your thumbs rubbing over your nipples, tweaking and pulling, desperate for more sensation as your walls fluttered around nothing, clenching on air in need.

He smirked, wicked and ravenous, then grabbed your legs and pushed, hard, folding you in half, your knees tucked beside your ears, your slick cunt exposed and twitching in the open air.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed, staring at your soaked, pulsing pussy like it was his last meal. You were clenching hard, reflexively, begging to be filled. “Look at you, fuck… can’t ignore how tight you are.”

He leaned in, face dangerously close to your soaked folds. His tongue darted out, licking a fat, wet stripe from your leaking entrance to your clit before pulling back and spitting directly onto your cunt. Then he wet his fingers with his tongue and slowly pushed two thick digits into your desperate hole.

“A-ah—fuck, Jinu!” you moaned, your voice high and wrecked, knees trembling as your pussy sucked his fingers in deep, noisy and soaked. The squelch of his fingers pumping into you was loud, filthy, echoing in your ears as your hips bucked to meet each thrust.

Your back arched when he curled them just right, grazing that sensitive spot inside you that made your vision white-out for a second. “I—I think I’m more than ready, fuck, please,” you gasped, voice breaking as you clenched tight around him.

He groaned, dragging his fingers out, glistening with your slick. He licked them clean with a filthy moan, then lined his swollen and flushed cock up to your entrance, pulsing with need. His arms braced on either side of your head, caging you in, before thrusting forward.

Your breath punched out of you in a cry, your legs trembling in that folded position as his cock forced its way inside you, stretching your walls impossibly wide.

He hissed through his teeth. “Tight fucking heaven, baby… fuck.”

You could feel every inch of him. Every inch forcing its way in, your walls gripping and fluttering around him like they never wanted to let go. It burned, and it ached, and it was so good you nearly sobbed.

“Ah—fu-fuck—Jinu!” you wailed, overwhelmed, nails digging into your thighs to keep your legs in place.

He grunted and slammed his hips forward until he bottomed out. The head of his cock pressed against your cervix, heavy balls flush against your ass. You cried out, body jolting with the force of it.

“Yeah, baby, gotta be thorough,” he growled, breath ragged as he pulled back then began to fuck you. Hard. Deep. Fast.

Your pussy squelched with each punishing thrust, soaking wet and sucking him back in greedily. His cock rammed into your sweet spot again and again, making you see stars as you cried out, begged, and writhed beneath him. His hair fell into his eyes, damp with sweat, but his sharp gaze never left yours, dark and devouring. 

“Feel good?” he huffed, voice low and smug, echoing the same teasing question from earlier, except now, it was laced with ragged breath and a cocky grin.

You couldn’t answer. You couldn’t. All that came from your mouth were shattered moans and wet, broken sobs of pleasure. Your body was nothing but a limp, trembling vessel for the obscene pace Jinu had set. Your brain drowned in heat and slick and the mindless need to be filled.

He grunted, slamming forward and clapping his hips against you with a filthy smack. "Gotta," he said, slamming forward. "Make sure," he said, withdrawing all the way to the tip, your fluttering hole clenching and sobbing at the sudden loss, before he drove in deep again with a vicious snap of his hips, saying, "We get you stretched. Out.”

Every word punctuated with a brutal thrust, each one making your eyes roll back as the fat head of his cock kissed your cervix over and over again. It was relentless, cruel in its perfection. Your soaked cunt swallowed him greedily, sucking and spasming around him like it never wanted to let go.

Then he paused with a dark chuckle. “Don’t forget your favourite pose.”

Before you could breathe, he flipped you over like a rag doll, shifting your limp limbs, manhandling you until you were back on your hands and knees. Face pressed to the floor. Chest flat. Ass in the air.

“Good girl,” he purred, and without hesitation, he slammed back into your ruined cunt.

You cried out, your tongue hanging from your mouth as spit drooled freely, stringing to the floor in a sticky, filthy mess. Your mind short-circuited with every thrust, especially now—fuck, now—when his heavy, sweat-slick balls slapped directly against your oversensitive clit with each stroke.

He fucked you like he was trying to break you. Fast, punishing, and deep. Each brutal slam shoved your hips forward and then dragged you back with a wet slap. His cock rubbed against your g-spot with ruthless precision, while your clit got battered from the slap of his balls. Each sensation was layered and stacked until your whole body tensed, tightening around him.

“Gonna come for me?” Jinu panted, hips crashing against your ass in heavy, rhythmic bursts.

“Y-yes—yes—fuck, yes!” you screamed, a sob ripping through your chest as the orgasm detonated through your core. Your pussy clenched violently, gushing, trembling around him as your release soaked his cock and thighs.

And he wasn’t far behind.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, thrusting once, twice, then deep, cock buried to the hilt as it twitched inside you. You felt it. Felt his load spill into you in thick, hot pulses, coating your walls, flooding your cunt with every shudder of his body.

He collapsed over you briefly, panting, his chest pressed to your back as sweat dripped from his temples, his cock still seated inside, twitching.

Then, slowly, he pulled out with a wet squelch, his cock glossy with your combined mess. He looked down, eyes dark and ravenous.

“Now,” he murmured, turning you onto your back, “let’s get those inner thighs stretched out, babe.”

You obeyed, still dazed, lifting your trembling legs and grabbing the backs of your thighs to stretch yourself wide open for him. Your cunt gaped, slick and swollen, lips spread lewdly as you groaned at the cool air hitting your raw skin.

A slow, thick rush of his cum spilling from your twitching hole, trailing in a slick line down your ass, pooling between your thighs. Your walls clenched around nothing, desperate and empty, spasming around the absence of him.

“That’s it,” Jinu whispered, mesmerized. He knelt between your legs, spreading you wider with his fingers, thumbs dragging your slick folds apart as his gaze locked on your leaking cunt. “Nice and slow… don’t stop ‘til every drop’s out, baby.”

You whimpered as his fingers stretched your hole, his thumbs tugging gently at your raw, sensitive entrance, letting him watch every sticky, creamy drip pour out of you. Your body was still twitching, used and wrecked and perfect.

He leaned closer, breath warm against your thighs.

“And then,” he murmured, “I’m putting it all back in.”

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❈ Important Note ❈

Wow, we've finally reached Story #14 already! Thank you all so much for the overwhelming support and love. Because of your amazing responses and the poll results I will be posting past #14 (contrary to my original plans!) BUT to keep things sustainable (hello full time job life 🥲) I can't keep up with the daily smuts...especially since I always want to make sure to feed you guys my best 💖

I'll keep posting spicy content until the hyper fixation dies, but at a more sane pace 😂. There will be some interesting/fun posts coming your way though 👀, which I can't wait to share with ya'll.

Lastly, I'm currently gathering interest for a dark romance series with smutty Saja Boys x Reader, so if that sounds like what you're into, then drop a comment here!

Love you guys 😘

Vexi Out!

[redvexillum]

✦⁺₊✩☽⋆𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮⋆☾✩⁺₊✦

CW: p in v, demon!jinu, hunter!reader, emotional smut, smoll sad (!), love making, soft

He f☆cks you slow and deep, face buried in your neck, whispering how he’ll make it up to you with every thrust. (jinu x hunter!reader)

What do you do?

When the person you trusted most rips the ground out from beneath your feet? 

When the truth is simple. So painfully simple, that it slices clean through every illusion you've ever clung to?

You knew.

Somewhere in the marrow of your bones, in the quiet between heartbeats, you'd always known.

But knowing wasn’t the same as believing.

Because how could you?

You, born of sacred blood, raised to vanquish evil, trained to sense it in the air, the way others smelled fire or rot.

You were supposed to eradicate demons.

Not love one.

And yet… Jinu stood in your chambers.

The moonlight bled silver through your balcony doors, painting the hardwood floor in long, mournful shadows. It caught sight of the purple, jagged marks on his skin. They weren't tattoos; they were the mark of something ancient and evil. His shirt hung open, loose and forgotten, exposing the truth his voice never dared speak.

A demon. He was a demon.

The enemy. The hunt. The reason your lineage even existed.

He stepped forward. Once. Again. Closer.

You should have summoned your blade.

You should have screamed, lunged, cut him down.

You should have burned him to ash.

You should have done something.

But your body betrayed you before your training ever had a chance to catch up.

You moved forward as he reached for you, shaky and uncertain, as if he already knew this would be his undoing.

Just one step.

Then another.

Until your forehead rested against his bare chest and your arms wrapped around his middle like you were drowning, and he was the last thing above the surface. His skin was warm. So warm, even with the cold night brushing in through the windows. His heart beat. Thudded. Steady. Mortal. Real.

"I hate you," you whispered.

It wasn’t a threat. It was a confession. A wound. A prayer.

"I know," he murmured, his breath threading into your hair like a sigh.

"How could you?" Your voice cracked, heavy with betrayal, your fists tightening in the fabric of his clothes. A tear slid down your cheek before you could stop it, hot and shameful.

"I'm sorry," he said, the words soft enough to break you.

You wanted him to mock you. To bare his fangs and tell you it was all a lie. That you were just another fool he’d seduced. That every moment, every look, every shared breath was orchestrated for your downfall.

Because if he were cruel, you could hate him.

But he wasn’t.

And so you looked up, expecting to find the last of the man you knew… and instead, you saw him. Truly. The molten orange glow in his eyes burned low like candlelight, not blazing but aching. A demon, yes...but not monstrous.

Not to you.

His hand rose, tentative, reverent. His fingers cradled your jaw like he thought you might shatter. With a whisper of touch, he brushed away your tear. And then… his lips met yours.

It wasn’t the kiss of a liar or a demon.

It was the kiss of a man who had already lost everything, except this.

He kissed you like he didn’t deserve to. Like it might be the last time. And gods help you, you kissed him back.

Because you couldn’t stop.

Even though your duty, your ancestors' voices, your mother's sword, and your father's lessons all told you this was wrong, you let yourself fall.

His tongue swept into your mouth, slow and warm, tasting of sorrow and hunger and apology. His hands slid down to your hips, steadying you as you leaned into him. Slowly, one step at a time, he led you back until the backs of your knees hit the bed.

You didn’t fight the fall.

You let him lay you down.

You lay back against the mattress, the silken sheets whispering around your skin as your hair fanned out like a halo beneath you. Moonlight came in through the balcony and was cold and silver, but he was warmer than anything else in the world.

He stood at the foot of the bed, silent and still, as the violet markings crept up his skin like a living flame. They pulsed faintly beneath his flesh, spreading across his chest, his arms, devouring the illusion of humanity inch by inch. And yet… his eyes, those molten, burning eyes of yellow and orange, never left yours. Not for a second.

You should have been afraid. Should have recoiled at the sight of a demon undressing before you, his skin carved by the unnatural. But all you felt… was exposed. Understood. Seen.

With trembling hands, you shed the last of your garments. Not just your clothes, but everything else—your guard, your duty, the armour forged by years of expectation. One by one, your shields dropped around you. Until there was nothing left but you.

Bare.

Open.

His.

No words passed between you. What could you possibly say? What could he say? There were no phrases in your mother tongue, no sacred rites that could name the ache in your chest.

So he kissed you.

And that was enough.

His lips met yours with a reverence that left you breathless, his mouth warm and slow, and your fingers found their way into his hair, threading through the soft strands with a need that trembled. His bare chest pressed to yours, and you gasped softly because he was warm. Not cold. Not the icy touch of evil you were trained to fear.

You had imagined demons as beasts, gnarled, twisted things born of rot and malice.

But Jinu… Jinu smiled like sunlight breaking through clouds. He laughed with crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He touched you like you were precious.

And when his kisses deepened, fevered with quiet desperation, your body responded before thought could intervene. A sharp inhale escaped you when his hips rolled forward, and the blunt heat of his cock nudged against your entrance. Your breath caught. His mouth found your neck, pressing soft, grounding kisses there before he pushed in.

Slow.

So slow.

You clung to him, thighs trembling, arms curled tight around his shoulders. The stretch burned, but the heat of him was real, thick and filling and overwhelming. He groaned into your throat as he sank deeper, inch by inch. His hands stroking your sides, grounding you both in the unthinkable reality of this moment.

By the time he was seated fully within you, your head had fallen back, tears stinging your lashes. Your body fluttered around him, not yet used to the size, the pressure, the closeness. You felt full and connected in a way that hurt, not because of pain, but because of the weight of everything that wasn't said.

“J-Jinu…” you whispered, voice trembling with confusion, arousal, and heartbreak all at once.

His hands mapped the outline of your waist like he was memorizing you by touch, as though he'd never hold you again. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, then opened, burning down into yours.

"Let me show you…" he breathed, voice thick with guilt, “…how sorry I am.”

He drew back, slow enough to drive you mad, before sinking back into you with a groan. He pressed his face tighter to your neck, the rhythm building gradually, as though his body was praying even if his words had failed.

"Let me…” he started, but faltered, choking on something that refused to become words. His hips stuttered, and then he stilled, just long enough to draw back and look at you, his eyes searching your face as if looking for an answer only you could give.

Your trembling hands found his cheeks, holding him there.

You looked.

And for the first time, you truly saw him.

The inhuman glow of his eyes. The violet markings that crawled over his body like cursed vines. The heritage that made him something you had sworn to destroy.

But what filled your vision wasn’t a monster.

It was him.

It was Jinu.

Your Jinu.

Tears welled, the heat burning behind your lids until your vision blurred. You waited for the disgust to rise, to recoil from the demon who had touched you, who had entered you, but it never came.

Instead, your chest cracked open.

"Jinu," you whispered, voice breaking, "why?"

The question lingered, painful and impossible to answer.

"I trusted you."

Another tear fell. You didn’t try to stop it. Your nails went into the curve of his cheek, not hard enough to hurt him, but close enough that it felt like you could peel away what he was. Rip the truth from his skin and resurrect the lie you'd fallen for.

But all that remained was him.

Still inside you.

Still Jinu.

Still the man you loved, even if he had no right to be.

And you, torn between the warmth of his body pressing into yours and every vow ever sworn, allow yourself to bleed in his embrace.

Because some betrayals don’t come with blades.

Some are soft.

Slow.

And they feel exactly like love.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, and with every word, his lips brushed against your skin, against the tears streaking down your cheeks, kissing them away as if his mouth could undo the betrayal.

His hips moved with a slow, devastating rhythm. The kind that didn’t rush. The kind that remembered.

Both of you were stripped to the most basic aspects of yourselves. No robes, no weapons, no titles. Just flesh and heat and a truth that neither of you could ignore anymore. The truth curled between your bodies like smoke, thick and suffocating.

You hated how tender he was. How the way he moved inside you hadn’t changed. How he still worshipped every inch of you like you were something sacred.

How he still made love to you like you were his salvation.

His lips found yours, not with hunger, but reverence. A silent plea wrapped in warmth and sorrow. And still, you kissed him back because even now, even through all of this, part of you wanted to believe him.

The bed creaked beneath the slow rhythm of his thrusts, which were soft and heartbreaking. The sounds were moans that were half-swallowed in kisses, and gasps that were interspersed between apologies. Your arms wrapped around his neck like a noose, pulling him closer, as if you could bind him to you with your desperation alone.

Your legs opened wider, offering him everything, letting him in deeper, not just into your body, but into the aching, breaking core of you. You hated it. Loved it. You clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you from shattering completely.

He knew you too well. Every flicker of your breath, every flutter of your walls, every tilt of your hips. He read your body like a song he’d memorized in a thousand lifetimes.

The pleasure was rising now, cresting. A wave you couldn't stop even if you wanted to.

And just as you were about to fall apart, he looked down at you, those burning eyes softened with something unspeakably tender, and he whispered, so close his breath tickled your lips:

"Let me show you… how much I love you."

It broke you.

The words sliced through every shield you’d ever built, every truth you’d buried. Pain, joy, betrayal, need—everything crashed into you all at once. Your mouth opened in a moan, but it twisted, tore, turned into a sob that ripped straight from your chest.

You buried your face in his shoulder as your orgasm ripped through you, body trembling, breath catching, tears slipping freely.

You surrendered.

To him.

To the lie.

To the love that was never supposed to be.

Jinu groaned your name like a prayer as he spilled inside you, his arms wrapping tight around your back, as if he could somehow hold you together through the collapse.

And then silence.

Heavy, golden silence. Only the sound of your breathing, tangled like your limbs. Sweat on skin. His seed inside you. Your tears still wet on his collarbone.

He didn’t let you go.

He held you tighter.

“I’ll fix this,” he murmured into your hair, voice hoarse. “I swear. I’ll make this right.”

But even as he said it, you knew.

You knew.

There was no making this right. No fixing the lie, or the truth it had buried.

And still… you closed your eyes. You let yourself curl into his embrace, into the warmth you should have feared.

And in the quiet, in the dark, in the arms of a demon...

You chose to believe him.

Just one more time.

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✦⁺₊✩☽⋆𝓢𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓪⋆☾✩⁺₊✦

CW: Jinu's dirty talk, p in v, voyeurism

You're f⭐︎cked backstage before a performance, legs still trembling as you walk onstage. (jinu x idol!reader)

The black curtain fluttered against your calves, a soft and ghostly sensation that starkly contrasted with the obscene heat radiating between your legs. Your breath caught as your back struck the wall with a dull thud. Jinu's body pinned you in place effortlessly, his chest pressed tight to yours, his strength caging you like you belonged nowhere else but here.

One leg was hooked around his waist, heel dangling dangerously off your foot, the other shaking beneath you, your low-cut panties looped around your ankle like a trophy. The tight pleather skirt, which was hot pink and almost painted on, was tangled hastily at your waist, failing to conceal the fact that you were currently being split open on his thick, pulsing cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your jaw, hips rolling deep with that slow, practiced rhythm that made your insides tighten and drool around him. “You feel like heaven, baby. So fucking wet, so tight. You missed this cock, didn’t you?”

You bit down hard on your lip to stifle the needy sound bubbling up your throat. He didn't deserve it. Not when you had a show starting in ten minutes, not when the crew was only feet away setting up lights, cameras, checking mics—acting like the two of you weren’t committing full-blown pornography in the shadows.

But that didn’t stop him. And worse? It didn’t stop you.

He thrust again, harder this time, and your whole body jolted. His cock buried to the hilt, pushing so deep it knocked against something that made your knees nearly give out.

“Don’t you dare hold back,” he whispered, breath hot against your ear as his fingers dug into the curve of your ass. He spread you wider, grinding his cock against the slick, swollen walls of your pussy like he was carving himself into your shape. “I want to hear every little fucking moan when I ruin you on this stage.”

“C-careful—my makeup,” you gasped out, voice weak, but it only earned you a wicked grin.

He crashed his mouth to yours, tongue prying past your lips in a messy, hungry kiss. He tasted like heat and arrogance and desire, tongue fucking your mouth just as thoroughly as his cock claimed your body.

You choked on him. The intensity of his breath, his kiss, and his cock were overwhelming.

He grunted as he shifted you higher, your leg bouncing with each filthy slap of his hips, your slick dripping down your thighs and making a mess of your heels, your ankle, the curtain. You were soaked, flushed, dizzy. Every time he drew out of you, your pussy tried to drag him back in, greedy and aching, the head of his cock dragging perfectly along your sensitive walls.

Schlick. Slap. Schlick.

The noises were criminal. It was wet, rhythmic, filthy. And you couldn’t get enough.

“God, listen to that,” he panted, lips brushing your cheek as he rammed into you again. “Your pussy’s talking, baby. She wants me to fucking wreck her.”

“J-Jinu...” you whimpered, losing all composure when his pelvis slammed flush against your clit. Your body jerked, a burst of white-hot pleasure licking up your spine, your leg trembling around his waist.

“That's it,” he muttered, his hands sliding up to cradle your face, his thumb smearing a small amount of your foundation. The kiss had already ruined your lipstick. “Show me how bad you want it.”

You tore your mouth from his, gasping, your back still pressed to the wall, but your hips thrust forward, fucking yourself onto his cock like it was all you were good for. Your mouth hung open, one heel still on, the other long gone, the bounce of your body matching the obscene rhythm of his thrusts.

“Not the hair,” you hissed under your breath, panic twisting in your stomach as your hands scrambled to keep the teased waves in place. “I don’t have time to fix this—”

“Hngh—!” you choked when Jinu buried himself to the hilt in one deep thrust, stealing your breath as your back slammed softly into the backstage wall.

His cock was thick, hot, and so deep it made your toes curl. You clutched at his shoulders as he leaned forward, lips brushing your ear, a smug growl rolling from his throat.

“C’mon,” he purred, grinding his pelvis in slow, torturous circles against your swollen clit. “You don’t want a natural look? Nothing screams sexy like looking freshly fucked.” His voice was filthy, cocky, laced with desire, and it broke you.

Your mouth opened, but no sound came out, only a breathy stutter as his cock dragged along every trembling inch of your soaked walls before slamming back in. Hard. You slapped a hand against the wall for support, the other covering your mouth as a sharp, shocked moan slipped out.

“You said… you said it was going to be a quickie,” you hissed between clenched teeth, glaring up at him.

“It will be,” he said, in a tone far too casual. “Promise I’ll get you out there in time to smile for the crowd.”

He began to really fuck you after his hands clasped your bare, jiggling ass and held it firmly in his palms. No more teasing. No more pretending. Just slick, sharp thrusts and the obscene, wet sound of skin slapping skin, echoing through the curtain-draped alcove just steps away from centre stage.

You were going to die. Or get fired. Or both.

And yet—your head dropped back, lips parted, knees wobbling with every slam of his hips. You couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t pretend you weren’t soaking him to the base, couldn’t deny the flood of heat pooling under your skirt, or the sick thrill that had your pussy clenching with each brutal thrust.

The danger was the turn-on.

The threat of scandal, of being exposed.

Of being caught.

You imagined the headlines. The fan backlash. Your team screaming. Your face plastered on tabloids. Idol caught fucking another idol moments before going onstage.

And it broke you.

You came with a sharp, gasping cry behind your hand, hips jerking, cunt spasming hard around Jinu’s cock as a fresh gush of slick poured out of you. Your whole body trembled, thighs squeezing, clit throbbing against his pelvis.

“Ohhh, fuck,” Jinu groaned, fucking through your orgasm like a man possessed. “That’s it. Fuck, you’re milking me—shit—”

And then he came. Hard.

Thick, hot ropes of cum poured into you, coating your walls, so much you could feel the warmth pooling, filling, leaking all the while your walls fluttering around his cock, greedily sucking it in. He didn’t even try to pull out.

The moment he stilled, panting against your neck, a voice echoed from the wings.

“NOW, WELCOMING TO THE STAGE—!”

Your name.

Cheers exploded from the audience.

“FUCK,” you gasped, pushing him off you, fumbling to yank your skirt down over your hips and praying to any god listening that the tight material hid the mess between your legs. Your hands were shaking as you fixed your top, grabbed your fallen heel, and shoved your foot in with a snap of the strap.

No time. No mirror. No dignity left.

You sprinted past him, barely catching the smug glint in his eyes.

And then—onstage. Lights. Heat. Thousands of fans screaming your name.

And just like that...

You felt it.

The cool draft licking at your still-wet pussy. Jinu’s cum, warm and sticky, trailing in slow drips down your inner thighs, tickling as it slid lower. You squeezed your legs together instinctively, trying to keep it from spilling, only to feel it smear across your skin in thick, hot streaks.

Your cheeks flamed. Your clit twitched. And your lips twisted to an agonizing grimace.

Off to the side of the stage, you saw him.

Jinu, still in the shadows, his cocky grin in place as he dangled your lace panties from two fingers. He traced a half-circle in the air with them, framing his smug little face, and mimed a click.

“Smile for the camera.”

That bastard.

You smiled.

God help you, you smiled.

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[redvexillum]

✦•·.·¯˚·.·• 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒚 𝑴𝒆 •·.·˚¯·.·•✦

CW: oral sex (m!receiving)

Jinu makes you kneel and apologize with your mouth full, his cock twitching as he forces you to hold eye contact. (jinu x demon!reader)

As you gazed upward at Jinu, your commander, your superior, you felt a shiver run down your spine. You had failed him. You were meant to shadow the Huntrix through the third quadrant, and instead, you'd stood frozen, captivated by a world you no longer belonged to. You had disobeyed, not just been late.

His golden gaze pierced through you like twin blades dipped in contempt. You dropped to your knees, forehead touching the backs of your trembling hands, body folded in supplication. The thick silence between you seared into your skin.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whispered, voice cracking under the weight of his attention. “I… I didn’t mean to lose them.”

You were unable to gaze upon him, as his power washed over you like a wave—divine, terrible, and beautiful. It always made your body hum, half in fear, half in something far filthier.

The air shifted. Heavy. Hot. Your skin prickled, breath catching. He was close…so close you could feel the pull of his presence like gravity. When you finally dared to look up, your breath hitched.

Jinu had crouched in front of you, his onyx hair falling across his brow in perfect, deliberate disarray. Moonlight kissed the violet crest etched into his skin, making it shimmer like a living brand. He tilted his head, smiled. Not warm. Not kind. No—dangerous.

“You disobeyed me,” he said, voice low and silk-slick, dragging over your nerves like a blade wrapped in velvet.

Your thighs clenched. Every instinct screamed at you that he was angry, and yet… he smiled. A predator’s grin stretched over his sharp features, his eyes molten with restrained heat. You couldn’t help it. You were already drowning in him.

“I just… I saw the sky again. I saw the people. I got caught up.” You knew it sounded weak. It was weak. But the past didn’t matter. Not here. Not with him.

“You failed your mission,” Jinu murmured, leaning in, his breath brushing your cheek. “But you can still prove you’re loyal.”

His fingers traced your jaw, thumb stroking your lips as though coaxing a promise from them. That smile, the one that meant you were his now, spread further as his sharpened canines flashed.

The ache between your legs throbbed harder.

Without a word, you nodded, the heat of shame and arousal curling through you like smoke. Dropping lower, you moved to all fours as he sat, knees spreading wide in invitation. Your hands found the waistband of his dark trousers, pulling them down inch by inch. His cock jumped out, and it was thick, hard, and hot.

You swallowed hard.

Your mouth opened automatically, and his fingers tangled into your hair before you could even take him in fully. The moment the hot, heavy weight of his cock rested on your tongue, you moaned. His flavor was overpowering, musky, and salty, and it enveloped your senses.

Then he yanked your hair, forcing your eyes open.

“Don’t look away from me,” he growled, gold eyes blazing, the violet mark across his skin glowing faintly with each word. One command that combined punishment, power, and desire.

You moaned in reply, the sound muffled by his cock. Eyes locked on his, you sucked harder, tongue swirling around the head as you bobbed slowly, deliberately. The obscene sound of your lips wrapped around him echoed in the alcove, wet and messy and shameless.

Your mouth was drooling, spit sliding down your chin as you hollowed your cheeks and pushed deeper. His guttural, low groan caused your pussy to clench in response. You were dripping now, the heat between your thighs unbearable.

Jinu’s fingers tightened, guiding your rhythm, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you didn’t stop. Couldn’t. You were too far gone.

Your moans became more desperate, more feral, as your body rocked slightly in place, the need between your legs building with every second his cock filled your mouth.

“Keep going,” he said, his voice edged with hunger now. “Show me you're still useful.”

And you would. You would show him with your mouth, your body, and even your soul if he asked. Because even in punishment, he made you feel needed. Wanted. Owned.

And it was fucking delicious.

The way your lips stretched around his cock with intense hunger and your eyes settled on his without wavering was overwhelming. There was heat in your gaze, a silent confession of every filthy craving you harboured. And he saw it all. Jinu looked down at you like he could read the sin etched into your soul.

“I think you like this,” he growled, voice thick with lust as his grip tightened in your hair. His cock thrust deep, the head hitting the back of your throat with a wet slap. Saliva spilled down your chin, coating his length in a glistening sheen. “Is this what you want every time you fuck up? Every time you defy me?”

He sped up, his hips stuttering with urgency as he chased the edge, his pace sharp and unrelenting. You moaned around him, eyes fluttering, but never looking away. Your fingers twitched against the floor, aching to ease the molten need pulsing between your thighs. But you didn’t dare stop. Not when he was using your mouth like this. Not when you loved it.

The slick, obscene sound of your throat swallowing him only fuelled his thrusts, faster now, messier. He kept quiet until he let out a low hiss, and then he poured into you.

A thick, salty flood coated your tongue, and you whimpered, swallowing quickly, greedily. Still, it was too much. A few drops escaped, trailing down your chin, mixed with spit, smearing your skin as his cock finally slipped from your mouth with a soft, wet pop.

You gasped, lips swollen, throat sore, breath ragged.

Jinu leaned in, his touch unexpectedly gentle as he tucked a strand of your ruined hair behind your ear. That cherubic smile curved his lips, sweet and dangerous.

“Don’t disobey me again,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across your slick cheek. Then, softer, darker—teasing: “Or do. And we’ll do this all over again.”

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[redvexillum]

✦•·.·¯˚·.·• 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒆 •·.·˚¯·.·•✦

CW: rough s☆x, p in v, biting, feral, multiple position, overstimulation, cream pie, absolutely animalistic (lol)

Mystery wakes you up with his head between your thighs (mystery x reader)

A shock of pleasure ripped through your core, and you jolted awake with a soft, startled moan. Your lashes fluttered as your bleary eyes adjusted to the morning glow that poured through the sheer curtains. However, you were surprised to discover that the blankets had been removed, leaving your naked body exposed beneath the golden light. Your body was covered in deep bite marks and bruising hickeys, the remnants of a feral night.

“A-ah—fuck,” you gasped, breath catching as you realized why you felt so damn warm and wet between your legs.

Mystery was buried in your pussy, face nestled deep between your thighs, tongue lapping at your slick cunt like he was starved. His large, pale hands gripped your thighs tightly, keeping them spread while his long lavender bangs tickled your skin. The way he devoured you was unrelenting, growling into your folds, mouth sloppy, tongue fucking you like it knew every desperate spot to hit.

“Mmmh...shit,” you moaned, fingers tangling in his silky hair, hips twitching up into his face. “Last night wasn’t enough for you?” you panted, voice trembling with pleasure as your body lit up from the inside out, sensitive and sore and still greedy.

He didn’t answer, at least not with words. He pulled back just enough for you to see his flushed, porcelain face, chin glossy with your arousal, lips parted around heavy breaths. Then he opened his mouth, sharp canines gleaming, and sank them into the tender flesh of your inner thigh.

You screamed, the sting electric, delicious. Your spine arched off the bed, walls clenching hard around nothing as pain and pleasure tangled in your gut. He held the bite firm, like a wolf branding you, until a perfect imprint of his teeth remained, red and raw.

“Never enough,” he snarled, and bit into your other thigh with just as much filthy hunger.

“Fuck! Mystery!” you cried out, eyes rolling, nails digging into his scalp as another gush of heat flooded your core. You were trembling now, thighs twitching, cunt soaked and fluttering for him. You were addicted to his mouth, his bites, his rough possessiveness.

He pulled away with a wet pop, licking your taste from his lips as he rose to his knees. Thick, flushed, throbbing, and dripping with precum, his cock stood like a weapon. The head twitched, a glistening bead rolling down the shaft before it splattered against your thigh.

You whimpered, eyes locked onto it, your cunt clenching hard, aching to be filled and split open all over again. “God… I want it,” you breathed, voice barely a whisper. You lifted your legs, spreading them wide, fingers teasing over your folds before pulling yourself open. “What are you waiting for?”

You were glistening, puffy and flushed, your pussy soaked, red and raw from his tongue, from last night’s rough fucking, and still begging for more. “Aren’t you hungry?” you asked with a devilish smile, biting your lip as you held yourself wide, letting him see every twitch and tremble of your needy cunt.

Mystery’s smile darkened, hungry and unhinged. A low, dangerous laugh rumbled from his chest, and quickly he lunged forward, hands gripping your ankles and yanking them apart until you were splayed wide open for him—legs in a perfect V, completely vulnerable and ready to be ruined.

He slammed his thick cock into you in one brutal, punishing thrust. The stretch knocked the breath out of your lungs, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as he bottomed out, balls slapping wetly against your ass, heavy and tight, smacking your skin with every inch he forced inside you.

“F-fuck!” you cried, head thrown back, walls clenching down around him in greedy, fluttering spasms. You were already soaked, your slick coating him, making it easy for him to grind in even deeper. You could feel the thick veins of his cock dragging along your inner walls, every throb making your pussy clench tighter in response, like your body was desperate to milk every drop from him.

He let out a low groan, dark and ragged, the muscles in his abdomen flexing. Without breaking rhythm, he dropped one of your legs and hooked the other high onto his shoulder. The shift in angle forced his cock to push into you even deeper, your cunt sucking him in with a lewd squelch. His face dipped low, his bangs shadowing his eyes, but you caught the glint through the strands—feral, wild. 

Ravenous.

Your body wailed for more as soon as he withdrew, and then he lunged forward, slamming his hips into you with a wet, filthy clap. The bed creaked beneath you, jerking with every thrust, the mattress bouncing wildly under the savage rhythm of his rutting.

Your moans became rhythmic, matching the timing of every sharp slap of his hips against your ass. Your fingers clawed at the sheets, and your thighs trembled from how deep he was driving into you, cock hammering your pussy, brutal and precise, slamming the swollen head into your sweet spot over and over. It felt like he was trying to brand it inside you.

“Fuck—fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice ruined and ragged.

Your body arched, your stomach tightening with that all-too-familiar build. Your toes curled, the pleasure slicing through you like a whip. He bent forward, dragged his tongue slowly up your calf, and gave you a feral, cocky grin, his chest glistening with sweat and heat.

That was it. That was all it took.

Your orgasm shattered through you, violent, unrelenting, tearing a scream from your throat. Your pussy spasmed, fluttering around his cock like it was begging to be bred, your cries dissolving into sobs as your body twitched under him, too sensitive, too full, too wrecked.

But he didn’t stop. He never stopped.

He pulled out with a wet, obscene sound, only to manhandle your body with rough, possessive hands. One arm curled around your shoulder to flip you, the other gripping your hips like he owned them. Your limbs were jelly, but you knew what he wanted. You tried to push yourself up, ass high, arms trembling—

But he didn’t wait.

“Too fucking slow,” he snarled, and then he yanked your hips up, slammed his cock back inside you so hard your body jolted forward on the bed.

“Ah—fuck, fuck, fuck—!” you chanted mindlessly, your head pressed against the mattress, drool wetting the sheets as your arms gave out. The only thing keeping you from collapsing was his punishing grip and the thick, relentless cock spearing through your soaked cunt.

The new angle was devastating. Your pussy felt impossibly tight, your walls hugging him like a vice, and every thrust rammed into your cervix with a bone-shaking slam. His balls slapped against your clit, overstimulating your already wrecked body, and you whimpered into the mattress as his nails dug into your hips, dragging you back to meet every brutal thrust.

You were strung tight from the first orgasm, and the second was already blooming at the edge, rising fast and hard like a tidal wave. Your mouth moved without thought, babbling nonsense, broken gasps and hoarse moans spilling out as he used you, fucked you like you were just a tight hole for his cock.

And you loved it.

The pleasure was mind-shattering. Your pussy was soaked, glistening, absolutely dripping from the way he’d been wrecking you, your slick mixing with the traces of his last orgasm. You were gasping, voice hoarse and needy, your cunt fluttering around his cock like it was begging to be ruined all over again.

“More, more—fuck, don’t stop,” you sobbed, grinding back against him.

Mystery bent low over you, his sweat-slicked chest sliding against your back, muscles flexing as his cock pushed even deeper inside your swollen, spent cunt. You cried out as he bottomed out again, cock stretching your sore, twitching walls wide, stuffing you to the brim with a punishing force that left your legs trembling.

His breath came hot and heavy against your neck, and then—his teeth sank in. Hard.

You screamed.

The pain laced with pleasure so intensely it was impossible to separate the two. He fucked into you with short, vicious thrusts, his hips snapping forward as he held your body down with his weight. Your eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry as your pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice.

“F-fuck, you’re milking me—” he groaned through clenched teeth, growling low in your ear.

It was fucking sexy how you felt that hot, thick throb, the twitch of release, and a rush of heat as his cum spilled inside you, flooding your cunt. It was filthy, it was raw, and it was heaven. He came deep, so deep it felt like it would never stop, pumping you full, filling your womb with every desperate pulse of his cock.

But even that wasn’t enough.

He didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

He rolled his hips again, moaning as he continued to fuck his cum deeper inside you, his cock twitching with overstimulation, his teeth still biting your shoulder, marking you, claiming you. His seed leaked out with every slow thrust, dribbling down your thighs in a sticky mess, but he just kept moving, chasing more.

Eventually, his breath hitched. He pulled out with a lewd squelch, your pussy gaping and used, already leaking. But his hunger hadn't faded, only shifted.

He flipped you onto your back, your limbs weak, body flushed and trembling. His mouth immediately latched onto your nipple, sucking greedily, teeth grazing your sensitive flesh. You whimpered, arching into his mouth, hands sliding into his damp hair.

With a loud pop, he pulled off, licking his lips like he was still starving.

Your breaths mingled in the air, shallow, ragged. He climbed up your body slowly, deliberately. His cum-slick cock swaying between his thighs, heavy and soaked in a mix of your juices and his. His knees framed your face, caging you in, and you looked up at him, dazed and filthy.

A drop of his cum fell from the tip and landed on your parted lips.

Without hesitation, you let your tongue drag across them, collecting it with a soft, filthy moan. You swallowed slowly, eyes locking with his as you licked your lips clean.

His cock twitched at the sight.

“More,” he growled, voice thick and wrecked.

The head of his cock nudged your lips, hot, slick, already hardening again. You opened your mouth, slow and sinful, letting him slide in until the weight of him rested on your tongue.

And today? He wasn’t planning on stopping. Not until you were full of him... in every way. 

Looks like a late start to your day today. 

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✦⁺₊✩☽⋆𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰⋆☾✩⁺₊✦

CW: cunninglingus, dom/sub undertone, dom!jinu, sub!abby, p in v, cum eating, threesome, degradation, dirty talk, possessive!jinu

Abby confesses of wanting you, and Jinu, being the ever gracious, generous team leader, decided to share you under one condition. (jinu x reader x abby)

“Is this really alright?” you breathed, your voice already trembling with anticipation as you perched on Jinu’s lap, your arms lazily coiled around his neck.

His thighs were splayed under you, with your ass snug on one and your legs flung over the other, draped over him so that your thigh brushed the hard ridge through his pants. His hand gripped your hip like he owned them, thumbs digging into the flesh with enough pressure to bruise. His chest was warm against your side, and when his chin dipped to rest against your shoulder, his lips brushed over your neck with a possessive, filthy, territorial sensation that transcended affection.

“He tried to take what’s mine,” Jinu muttered, his voice a low, velvety growl against your skin. “And you’re mine, aren’t you?” His lips skimmed your temple, his breath hot as sin. “You’re gonna help me remind him, yeah, sweetheart? Show him exactly what he can’t have?”

“Mmh, of course,” you purred, nuzzling into his neck, a coy smile on your lips. You could feel his cock stiffening beneath you—half-hard but hungry—and the heat of it against your thigh made your cunt throb. You rocked slightly, letting him feel how wet you already were.

In front of you, Abby was down on all fours, completely bare. His cock was flushed red and twitching, thick with need, leaking precum in lazy drips that clung to his shaft. His cheeks were stained with embarrassment, or maybe excitement, eyes wide as he stared up at the two of you, like a dog begging for a command.

“Good girl,” Jinu murmured, his voice dripping with filth as he finally released you from his hold. You knew what that meant.

You stood with a deliberate, slow grace, your gaze fixed on Abby as you gradually removed your clothing, inch by inch. When your panties hit the floor, you watched his eyes drop like a magnet to your slick cunt, and the raw hunger in his expression sent a jolt of power through your veins.

He swallowed hard. His cock gave a violent twitch.

Crack.

A sharp sting blossomed on your ass as Jinu’s hand connected with it, making you gasp out a ragged yelp. You twisted to look at him, only to find his eyes darkened, pupils blown, golden irises glowing with wicked intent.

“Don’t tell me…” he said with a smile sharp enough to slice. Then two fingers plunged deep inside you without warning.

Your entire body jolted as your pussy sucked him in, clenching around his thick fingers. “Ah—J-Jinu—” you moaned, your knees nearly buckling from the ruthless stretch.

He curled his fingers cruelly, making your hips jerk. “Getting wet for him, huh?” he hissed against your ear before withdrawing completely, only to slap the slick heel of his palm against your throbbing clit.

You cried out, hips grinding down against him, chasing friction with shameless abandon. “I want you both,” you panted, rolling your hips again and leaving his hand coated in your slick. “I want to be filled, used—fuck, Jinu—I want to choke on one cock while the other splits me open.”

Jinu chuckled, dark and pleased, and withdrew his glistening fingers with a satisfied hum. He licked one, just to taste you, then held the rest out to Abby. “Come,” he ordered, voice commanding.

Abby scrambled forward on his knees, eyes locked on Jinu’s hand like it was holy. When he reached them, he took Jinu’s wrist in shaking hands and sucked his palm greedily, moaning loud and obscene, his hips rutting the air in desperate thrusts as if your taste had driven him mad.

Watching it unfold made your stomach coil tight. Your thighs clenched together. Your tongue flicked out across your lips, needing more.

Jinu turned to you, eyes glinting. “I’ll let him touch what’s mine…” he drawled, dragging his slicked hand across Abby’s cheek before fisting his jaw and yanking his face up. “But only under one condition.”

Abby whimpered under the pressure.

“You only get to use your tongue,” Jinu whispered, his smirk curling into something downright sadistic. “So make it count, pet.”

Abby could only nod, lips parted, eyes glassy with lust and desperation. Jinu smirked and finally let him go, his grip loosening from Abby’s jaw with a slow, deliberate slide.

Then he turned to you. One sharp glance, and you knew what to do. Your body moved before your brain could catch up, straddling him with eagerness that bordered on desperation. Your hands scrambled at his belt, fingers clumsy with need as you yanked his pants open and fished out his thick, half-hard cock, heavy and already twitching in your grip.

“Turn around.” Jinu’s voice was molten, no room for hesitation.

You obeyed instantly, spinning to face outward with your back pressed to his firm chest, your ass nestled perfectly against his lap. Your heels braced on his knees, and when he spread his legs wide, yours followed, spreading open like a fucking offering.

Air hit your soaked, puffy folds, and Abby moaned softly at the sight. His jaw went slack, one hand squeezing the base of his cock like he was holding back from cumming right then and there. A bead of precum gleamed at the tip, dripping slow and sinful as he stared at your glistening pussy.

Jinu chuckled low, the sound dark and smug in your ear as his cock throbbed hot and heavy against your soaked slit. You could feel every vein pulsing, every twitch teasing your swollen lips.

“Ride me,” he growled.

You gasped, lifting your hips, your entire body buzzing like a live wire. No hands, just the slick glide of your pussy lips seeking the fat head of his cock. You groaned when you found it, dragging it through your wetness before slowly, obscenely slowly, sinking down on him.

Your mouth dropped open in a breathless moan as his cock stretched you wide, forcing you open inch by inch, the thick ridge of his head popping inside you like a brand. Veins dragged against your walls, sending sparks through your spine. You didn’t stop until your ass met his hips and he was fully sheathed inside you, balls to your soaked cunt, stretching you to the brim.

Without warning, Abby dove in like an animal. His mouth latched onto your clit with desperate hunger, tongue flicking and sucking like he wanted to crawl inside you and never leave.

“Oh—oh my God—” you sobbed, legs shaking violently as the intensity slammed into you all at once. Jinu’s cock stuffing you full, pulsing against your walls, while Abby tongued your clit like a man starved, slurping and moaning so filthy it echoed in the room. You were dripping down onto both of them, juices coating Abby’s lips and Jinu’s cock in slick, messy filth.

Your hands scrambled uselessly for purchase, nails digging into the armrests. You looked down and nearly came on the spot: Abby’s flushed face buried between your legs, pink hair matted with sweat, lips swollen, eyes half-lidded in drunken bliss as he moaned against your pussy.

You clenched hard around Jinu.

“Fuck, you love this, don’t you?” he rasped, nails biting into your hips as he started guiding you up and down on his cock, bouncing you like a toy. Your spine arched, and your fingers tangled in Abby’s hair just to stay upright as your angle shifted and Jinu’s cock punched deeper.

When you yanked Abby’s hair to keep steady, he groaned, loud and drawn-out. The vibration hit your clit like a lightning bolt. Without thinking, you pressed him in harder, grinding your pussy against his mouth. He didn’t resist, didn’t hesitate. He opened wider, let you use him, let your taste and Jinu’s mix flood his tongue. His eyes rolled back as he sucked harder, groaning like he was fucking addicted.

Jinu was panting now, voice ragged. “Don’t tell me you’re that hungry for cock, baby,” he laughed between grunts, slamming into you from below with brutal, punishing thrusts. “One’s not enough for this greedy little cunt?”

Your breath hitched, your orgasm hovering on the edge.

“Fucking slut, just a cock-drunk little bitch who needs two to feel full, huh?” he growled, his hips snapping faster. “God, look at you, dripping like a whore, using his mouth while you cream all over my cock.”

Your whole body trembled as that coil wound tighter and tighter, your moans ragged, wild. The filth of his voice, the wet sounds of Abby devouring you, the relentless stretch and pressure. Every second shoved you closer to the edge.

The room was filled with the filthiest symphony: the sharp, rhythmic slap of skin-on-skin as Jinu drove into you without mercy; the obscene, wet suck of Abby’s tongue lapping at your drenched cunt like a man possessed; and your own raw, unfiltered moans. Animalistic. Guttural. Wordless.

Your body was unravelling, breasts bouncing violently with every brutal snap of Jinu’s hips. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Just feel. Just take.

Jinu’s voice, rough and dripping with dominance, rumbled against your spine. “Should I let you take us both?” he growled, hand smacking your ass so hard it echoed. “Huh? You want to be fucked in every hole at once?”

Abby let out a choked whimper against your cunt, his tongue never stopping, his fist working his cock at a frantic pace. The sound of wet fapping filled the air, his strokes slick with desperation. “F-fuck—she’s so wet, tastes so fucking good—” he moaned into your folds, licking harder, faster.

Jinu groaned, eyes locked on the way your pussy clenched his cock tight. “Maybe we should all take turns with you,” he panted, slamming into you so hard your toes curled. “Fill you up one after the other. Make you leak down your thighs for days. Would you like that, sweetheart? Like being passed around like a prize?”

The image seared into your brain. Jinu and his men using you, filling your holes one by one, their cum dripping from your swollen, ruined cunt and stretched-out ass. The thought alone made your body react violently. Your walls fluttered around Jinu’s cock, your belly tightening, breath catching.

Your orgasm was building, brutal and fast.

“You filthy little whore,” Jinu growled, watching your reaction with delight. “You’d fucking love that. Look at you, clenching on my cock just thinking about getting bred by a whole room of men.”

His words hit your nerves like lightning. “Yes—yes—fuck—please—” you sobbed, eyes rolling back as the orgasm tore through you. Your body arched and convulsed as your release soaked Jinu’s cock, loud cries spilling from your lips as your body milked him like you were starving for it.

“Fuck—fuck—” Jinu snarled through his teeth, hips slamming up one final time as he erupted inside you, cock pulsing, releasing thick, hot spurts that filled you to the brim. You could feel every wave, every gush of him painting your insides.

But it wasn’t over.

Abby suddenly stood, eyes wide, his flushed face desperate as he turned to Jinu. “Please. Jinu! Let me cum on her, let me mark her. Please!” he gasped, his cock slick in his fist, balls tight, lips red and soaked in your juices.

Jinu was still inside you, panting, drunk off the feel of your cunt and the power of his climax. He groaned deep, then pulled his fingers from your hips and shoved two into your mouth, pressing your jaw open. “Go ahead,” he said, pushing your body forward a little, his fingers still hooked in your mouth, stretching it wide.

Abby didn’t hesitate.

He stepped closer, cock bobbing, flushed and glistening, the head bumping against your lips as he pumped himself fast and hard. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—” he moaned, then his whole body tensed.

You felt it before you saw it—thick, hot ropes of cum shooting across your lips, cheeks, chin. Some of it landed in your open mouth, salty and hot, while the rest smeared across your tongue and face in messy, filthy streaks. Abby moaned breathlessly, his hips jerking with each twitch, his eyes fixed on the sight of you—used, dripping, full.

Even when his cock softened, he kept milking it, trying to wring out the last few drops as close to your lips as he could. Your mouth was a mess, coated in his spend, dripping down your chin.

Jinu’s fingers pushed deeper into your mouth, smearing Abby’s release across your tongue before he pulled back just slightly.

“Suck,” he ordered darkly, voice low and commanding.

Your lips wrapped around his fingers without hesitation, tongue swirling, sucking every drop clean as you moaned around them. Your pussy clenched again, still fluttering around the seed Jinu had fucked deep into you.

“Maybe…” Jinu murmured, voice full of cruel satisfaction, like a cat licking cream from its paw, “maybe I will share you after all. Let them all fuck you raw. Fill you up. Use you like the greedy, cum-drunk toy you are.”

He licked the sweat off your throat as you shuddered in his lap, ruined and filled, cum dripping from your cunt and smearing your lips.

“Would you like that, my perfect sweet girl?”

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