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The Lioness's Den

Summary: Mira returns home expecting a quiet evening to herself—until she finds two pink-haired demons waiting for her in her bed. Read on AO3.

Pairing: Mira x Romance x Abby

Warnings: Explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 4.6k words

Tags: threesome - f/m/m, femdom, cunnilingus, oral sex, vaginal sex, riding, leg humping, dom/sub undertones, one shot, hair-pulling, orgasm edging

Author's Note: Mira is my favorite of the main trio and she deserves two boyfriends :)

“Just around this corner,” Mira told the Uber driver.

“Of course, ma’am,” the driver said. He flashed his eyes at her in the rearview mirror. “Can I just say, miss, my daughters are both big fans of yours. Not just Huntr/x, but you specifically.”

Mira smirked as she fiddled with her phone.

“That’s sweet,” she said. She looked at the driver. “Do you accept autographs as tips?”

The driver beamed a smile.

“Oh, that would be wonderful, thank you,” he said.

The driver reached for the AC knob and adjusted the temperature to something cooler. Mira sighed against the pleasant breeze. Summer had officially arrived and Mira had already nearly sweated herself out at rehearsals the past few weeks. Her body ached and her skin was always shiny with perspiration. Days of endless singing and dancing to an audience of just Bobby and the tech crew was a lot, but she knew it would be worth it once the biggest tour in the k-pop industry took off just tomorrow.

It was a show that was going to take the world by storm: Huntr/x, on their comeback world tour, with an opening from the up-and-coming Saja Boys group. Featuring new songs and dance collaborations between the new groups. It was all anyone could talk about since the announcement, with nearly every show on the list selling out minutes after tickets went for sale.

Since their arrival on the scene (and the almost-apocalypse situation), Huntr/x and the Saja Boys had maintained a sort of symbiotic relationship. Fans of Huntr/x flocked to the Saja Boys, and Saja Boys fans warmed up to Huntr/x. Before long, many fans seemed to consider the two groups a two-for-one deal.

This was especially the case once the shipping started. There were many popular pairings, but it became clear early on what the favorites were. This went into overdrive once Rumi and Jinu made their relationship official to the public, and Zoey and Mystery, while not out publicly, weren’t exactly hiding their PDA when the groups were spotted together. Once those pairings took off, people started putting pink and pink together.

So, for the past several months, Mira couldn’t look at her phone without seeing a flood of #miromabby and #pinkpolyclub. Every other fan online seemed obsessed with the theory that Mira had not one, but two Saja boys wrapped around each of her pinky fingers.

I mean, they weren’t wrong, but they didn’t have to be so loud and constant about it.

While Rumi and Zoey didn’t seem to mind the public attention to their relationships, Mira was more apprehensive. When you were famous, you had to draw a thick line in the sand for what you shared with the world and when. And Mira wasn’t the type to air all the intimate details of her life for the whole world to pick apart.

Mira knew that shipping was an expected part of fandom. She’d seen it play out in the industry, and even with Huntr/x, plenty of times. And it was nice to know the fans were having fun with the Huntr/x and Saja Boys crossover. But still. If she was going to lay low for now, she needed to be careful during any public appearance. Don’t look at Abby or Romance for too long, don’t linger too close to them, don’t even speak to them too much. Lest fans divine all kinds of personal details from a brush of elbows.

The Uber dropped Mira off at the girls’ apartment complex, and Mira left the driver a napkin with her signature on it. She rubbed her eyes as she passed through the swinging doors. It was getting late and she was exhausted from rehearsals. Just standing in the serene quiet of the lobby made her want to fall asleep on the carpet.

Rumi and Jinu were out on a date, and Zoey and Mystery were off doing who knew what. Which meant Mira had the entire Huntr/x apartment to herself for the whole night.

And thank god, because she needed it. She loved the other two girls, and she knew this new tour was going to kick ass. But after months of rehearsals, she desperately needed some quiet alone time before it was back on a tour bus and back-to-back shows. She had every intention of spending the evening on the couch, shoving her face with as much takeout as she could order to go.

Mira slipped into the elevator of their building and hit the top floor button. Just as the elevator rumbled to life, her phone buzzed with a notification.

I thought I muted Twitter, she thought.

She pulled out her phone expecting another social media alert—instead it was a text. Not from Rumi, Zoey, or even Bobby. It was from a group chat with two other numbers that Mira had unthinkingly labeled Abs #1 and Abs #2.

Abby and Romance.

Mira sucked in deep breath through her nose before sighing out. She weighed her options in her head: Answer the boys and have her hands full for the evening, or let it go to voicemail and enjoy the quiet evening she originally planned.

Damn demons and their needy libidos, she thought.

She clicked on the notification to read it. Two blue bubbles, with two different avatars.

Abby: Hey there M

Romance: We miss you <3

Mira could hear the purr in the boys’ voices just reading it. She knew what this meant. With Jinu and Mystery out, and Baby sleeping on a couch somewhere, the boys were bored. And when they were bored, there was nothing to distract them from the girl they fondled over constantly.

Two more texts pinged onto Mira’s screen.

Romance: Give us a call :)

Abby: We know you’re not busy <3

Three dots bubbled on the screen, followed by two pictures. Selfies.

Mira couldn’t help herself. She clicked each of the images and enlarged them with her fingers. The first was Romance. The camera was raised above him, so she could get a full view of him on his knees on the carpet. No shirt, no pants, just his boxers and a pink rose with its stem between his teeth.

The other was Abby. He stood in front of a bathroom mirror, phone in one hand and hooking the seam of his pants with the other. He pulled his jeans down just enough that Mira could see a white underwear seam—and his happy trail disappeared just down to the crotch. He held the trim of his white t-shirt in his teeth, stretching up the fabric to show off his immaculately sculpted torso.

Mira’s face turned beat red and she thanked god that the elevator was empty. She knew what this was. Whenever either of the boys were in the mood, they tried to lure her to them with suggestive selfies. Like if they flashed their abs and batted their pretty eyes, she’d head straight over to fuck them both dry.

And the worst part? It almost always worked.

Almost. Mira shook her head and swiped out of the photos. She was going on tour with these guys starting next week. There would be plenty of time for secret canoodling later.

She texted them: If you’re both so horny, go fuck each other.

She sent the message, and the two responded seconds later.

Abby: It’s never the same without you, Mira <3

Romance: Lovemaking isn’t the same if we can’t please our princess <3

Abby: Pleeeease Mira we’re aching without you

Another message popped up. This one was an audio recording. Mira stared at the triangle play button, thinking a hundred things it could be. Face burning, she hit play and brought the phone close to her ear.

She heard Abby and Romance’s voices, but they weren’t speaking. She heard hot, heavy breathing and luscious moans. She heard the smack of kissing lips and bed springs squeaking. Then, in between the noise, she heard her name.

“Mira…” Abby sighed.

“Mira…” Romance whimpered.

Moaning, whimpering, sighing, her name on two boys’ lips. Mira went hot all over and she turned red as a cherry. She could picture them in the audio. Two beautiful boys, rolling around half-naked in bed together, kissing and touching and moaning her name. Cute as puppies, feral-horny as dogs.

No, Mira, her inner voice scowled her. They can wait. Think of the bulgogi. Think of Couch.

Right. Couch. Food. Mira sent one last message to both of them.

Let me order and eat dinner and I’ll think about it.

With that, she swiped out of her messages and opened a takeout app. She scrolled through images of mouthwatering food and typed up a hefty order to distract herself from the boys’ incoming messages.

Abby: Better make up your mind quick :)

Romance: The night is still young, you never know what could happen :)

The elevator finally dinged on the top floor. Mira pocketed her phone and headed towards the apartment. It was dead quiet on the top floor except for the tinkle of Mira’s keys as she unlocked the Huntr/x apartment.

The second she stepped through the door, Mira knew something was up. The girls had left all the lights off when they left, yet the room had a golden glow spilling from the dark, and there was a sweet, amorous scent in the air. Pink roses and pomegranates.

Mira shut the door behind her and walked tentatively down the hall, her eyes flicking across the room for shadows. Then she heard a sound. Squeaking springs and soft moaning. Not unlike what she was listening to on her phone just minutes before.

Mira breezed past Rumi and Zoey’s rooms until she came to her own. She pushed open the door, and the smell and candlelight enveloped her. Her room featured a king-sized bed of magenta and purple next to floor-to-ceiling windows that gave her a view of the whole city. And curled up on the bed were two silhouettes. Pink hair that popped even in the dim candlelight and purple skin marks that glowed faintly in the dark.

Abby and Romance were tangled together. Romance was sprawled atop Abby’s chest and Abby’s hands roamed the other demon’s body. Both stripped down to their black boxers, both turning their glowing yellow eyes to the human woman at their door. They gave Mira pointed-tooth smiles.

“Welcome home, Mira,” they both said.

Mira stared at them both for a moment, then rolled her eyes and sighed. Of course, they were waiting to surprise her. She wished she could go back in time and kick Rumi and Zoey when they suggested exchanging spare apartment keys with the Saja Boys.

She pinched her nose and shook her head.

“Guys,” she said. “We’re about to go on a world tour tomorrow. We’ll all be on tour buses and airplanes and hotels together for a year.” She looked at them both. “You couldn’t have waited a little bit?”

“We tried to wait for you,” Abby said.

“But we’ve all been so swamped with rehearsals we’ve barely had a chance to see you,” Romance said. “And even then, you won’t let us speak to you during practice.”

Abby grinned wickedly and traced a hand down his chest.

“You say we… distract you too much while you’re rehearsing,” he said.

“Because you do,” Mira said. “We’re about to do the biggest tour of either of our careers, and you both have the attention span of kindergarteners.”

“It’s hard to do just about anything when our beautiful princess is around,” Romance said.

“No, not a princess,” Abby said. He arched his back out in a stretch and laced his hands behind his head. “You’re like the queen of the lion pride.”

“And we’re just two lost males that have wandered into your den,” Romance said. He arched his back and perked up his behind in a feline stance. “So now you’ve caught us in your territory. What will you do to us now?”

Mira flicked her eyes between the two demons. Despite her annoyance at her interrupted plans, she couldn’t pull her eyes off the both of them. Her gaze licked them up and down, over their perfect torsos and thick biceps. Their messy pink hair and golden fuck-me eyes. And then, of course, there were those purple patterns that glowed in the dark, begging to be touched.

Aw, fuck it.

Mira sighed and kicked off her sneakers.

“You’re both paying for the takeout dinner I’m postponing for this,” she said.

“Of course, princess,” Romance said.

“Anything for you,” Abby said.

Both boys hurried off the bed and rushed to Mira. Romance dropped to his knees to help her remove her knee-high socks, while Abby removed her leather jacket and hung it on a hook by the bathroom door. Mira shooed them back.

“I can do it myself, assholes,” she said.

“But we’d like to do it for you,” Abby said. He stood behind her and traced his fingers along the studded leather belt around her waist.

“Every princess needs servants who can lift every finger for her,” Romance said, then kissed her thigh just above the knee.”

Mira shoved both of them away.

“And I won’t say it again,” she said. “Buck off.”

She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor as she approached the bed. She was down to a black bra and white denim shorts. Romance watched her on his knees and released a flustered sigh. Abby narrowed his eyes and licked his lips.

“You’re so hot when you’re mean,” he growled.

“You make cruelty so beautiful, Mira,” Romance said.

“Whatever,” Mira said. She turned around and dropped her rear down on the edge of the bed. She looked at both boys as she unclicked her belt and pulled it from her shorts. “So, who’s going first?”

The demons looked at each other, then back at Mira. Both boys scurried over to Mira, shoving past each down the floor.

“I’m first!” Abby growled at Romance, flashing two pointed canines.

“I’m never first!” Romance whined.

Mira sat and watched the two boys wrestle on the floor. Like two little brothers fighting over a toy. She rolled her eyes and cleared her throat. Abby and Romance immediately silenced and looked up at her.

“I’m not getting any dryer here,” Mira said.

She tossed her belt onto the floor with a clack, then tugged down her shorts until they dropped to her ankles. Bright magenta underwear that glowed in the dim light. The demons stared at her with watering mouths.

Mira pointed to Romance.

“You first, Romance,” she said.

The demon gave her the sweetest smile of relief, then moved closer so he was kneeling right in front of her. Abby growled.

“Why does he get to taste you?” he whined.

Mira set both of her feet on the floor, thighs spread apart, and pulled down her panties.

“This is why,” she said.

She kicked her underwear aside, grabbed a fistful of Romance’s hair, and pulled his head down between her legs. The demon boy moaned and instinctively pressed his tongue between her dripping folds. Mira sighed and dipped her head back, eyes fluttering shut.

“Mmmmm” she sighed.

Say what you want about demons, they had a natural knack for using their tongues. Mira sunk her fingers deeper into Romance’s hair as he gripped her thighs with both hands. All the while, Abby watched from his place on the floor, cock twitching and mouth watering, wishing it was his hair Mira was yanking.

Romance moaned into Mira’s thighs. She tasted heavenly, hot and wet down his throat. The patterns on his neck gleamed as she tugged at his long hair. He could have melted into her. He could live forever on his knees.

“Fuck,” Mira hissed. She arched her back and bucked her hips as she skull-fucked Romance over the bed.

Romance moaned and rubbed his hands along the side of her thighs. He could taste her huntress power dripping on his tongue.

“Come, my princess,” he whimpered between licks. “Wet your poor servant’s face.”

His voice was a warm, tickling purr between Mira’s thighs and it made her blood surge. She gripped his hair with both hands and grunted with each vicious push of her hips.

“Fuck,” she hissed between gritted teeth. “ Fuck .”

She came slow and hard like shattering glass, gushing into the demon’s mouth and drilling her long nail into his scalp. Romance didn’t mind the pain. He relished anything if it was coming at the hands of his princess.

He gripped her thighs with pale purple knuckles until every drop of her was gone. Until his face was shiny with her pleasure. Mira’s chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, sweating shimmering down her bra, and she pulled Romance’s face out from between her thighs.

She held his face in her hands. He gave her a coy but impish smile. She pushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes, and was tempted to kiss him for a moment.

But then she noticed Abby rubbing his bulge through his boxers. She narrowed his eyes on him.

“What are you doing?” she snapped.

Abby paused his hand, then gave her a wicked smile.

“Nothing, princess,” he said. “You just caught me playing with myself.”

Mira glared, then gently pushed aside Romance. She stood up from the bed and walked over to Abby, staring down at him on the floor. The demon boy gave her a daring grin.

“Something wrong, princess?” he teased. “You look mad at me.”

Mira lifted a foot and pressed it down gently on Abby’s bulge. Abby’s hand instinctively flinched away and he moaned when her foot pressed down on his tender cock.

“I’m pissed, actually,” Mira said.

Abby leaned forward and took her shin in his hands, then pressed a kiss just below her knee. His eyes didn’t leave hers.

“Then maybe you should put me in my place,” he said. His lips brushed her leg as he whispered. “Maybe you should fuck some sense into me.”

Mira glared at him for a long moment. All of sudden, Abby saw a shimmer of pale light wrap around Mira’s hand. It extended into a long handle and a blade. Mira swept the polearm in a glowing slash and pointed the end of the blade to Abby’s chin.

“And maybe you shouldn’t tell me what to do,” Mira said.

Abby was hard as a rock between his thighs. What was it about a beautiful human woman threatening him with a weapon that excited him so much?

“Never, princess,” he said, with that same grin on his face. “I’m at your mercy.”

Mira cocked her head.

“Stand up,” she said.

Abby rose up to his feet. Romance watched both of them from his knees on the floor, his face flushing hot at the sight of Mira wielding her blade, Mira dropped her polearm to the side and then, in one swift and impressively strong movement, she swung Abby around until his ass hit the edge of the mattress. She crawled on top of him and straddled his lap.

“Ah,” Abby leered. “Like me better from this angle?”

“Shut it,” Mira snapped.

But her eyes were licking his chest. She ran her hands down from his shoulders, groping his pecs, and trailing her fingers. Abby smirked.

“I thought you said you hated abs—”

Before he could even finish, Abby gasped as Mira suddenly wrapped her fingers around his cock. One thing about the huntress, she didn’t waste time. She lifted herself up then lowered down onto his cock. Abby shivered and tightened his fist on the bed sheet.

“Yes…” he sighed through a shaky smile. “Use me…it’s yours…”

Mira clasped her hands on his shoulders and started swerving her hips. Just over her shoulder, Abby saw Romance watching them with wide eyes. His lips were still dripping with Mira’s fluids and he gripped his thighs to stop himself from touching his cock.

Abby grinned and held Mira’s lower back to keep her on top of him. He gently pushed her down, pushing deeper inside, daring her to fuck him harder. Meanwhile, Mira wrapped her arms around his neck, claws in his perfect, muscular back, and rode his cock until she was sweating again. He pushed himself up right between her clit until every movement sent an electric wave of pleasure up her body. Something about becoming a demon did more to you than turned you purple. It made you into a perfectly-crafted toy.

Abby sighed a hot breath into the crook of Mira’s neck, and licked her skin with his long tongue.

“Still mad at me, princess?” he purred.

Mira grabbed the back of his hair in her fist, then yanked his head back.

“Keep up that shit,” she growled into his neck. “And you’re losing this dick to my polearm.”

Abby cringed in pain, tears forming in his eyes. But the pain didn’t stop the smile crawling on his face. It was a sweet kind of pain, like sour candy. And the thought of her taking her blade to his body turned him on beyond belief.

“You’re so mean,” Abby hissed between his smiling teeth. He bucked his hips up to push himself deeper inside. “ So fucking mean .”

Mira gripped Abby’s shoulders tighter. Her nails dug into his flesh until they left crescent moons in his glowing purple skin. The pain made his blood surge and he chuckled between moans.

“Keep talking and I’ll get meaner,” Mira hissed in his ear.

Her long, manicured nails clawed over his shoulders and down his chest. Each finger left cat scratches over his pecs and down to his abs. The pain was like an electric shock across Abby’s body and he arched his back with a moan.

“Yes, Mira,” he sighed. He tipped his head back, eyelids fluttering. “Fuck me…hurt me…make me all yours…”

Mira bucked her hips faster, fucking him hard into the mattress until it creaked under their weight. She tightened her hand in Abby’s hair and yanked him back again before taking a hard bite of his Adam’s apple.

“Fuck me…” Abby croaked. “Harder…fuck me harde—”

Mira growled in Abby’s ear as she came like a lightning strike. She dug her nails and teeth deeper into his flesh until she nearly drew blood. By the time she slowed her hips, she was gushing over his tips and Abby felt himself teetering close to the edge.

Then, Mira clasped Abby’s shoulders and lifted herself up off of him. Abby sucked in a breath as a cold breeze met his hard, burning, unsatisfied cock.

“Mira?” Abby whimpered. His previous cockiness melted away and he sat on the bed shivering and burning at once.

“You two came into my apartment without me knowing, and you think I’m going to let either of you finish inside me?” she said.

She looked at Romance at the floor, who was still on his knees, precum leaking through his boxers. She looked at Abby, sitting there with lavender blush and the most desperate looking cock she’d ever seen. A part of her was still pissed, but a deeper part of her took pleasure in seeing two such powerful creatures left whimpering and helpless before her.

Mira crossed her arms over her chest.

“Both of you in front of the bed,” she said. “On the floor.”

The boys looked at each, then back at Mira. Mira sharpened her gaze.

“ Now ,” she ordered.

Her icy words stung them through the air, and the demons hurried to their knees on the carpet, facing the edge of the bed. Mira sauntered over in front of them and lowered herself back down on the edge of the bed. She opened her legs, one foot between each of the boys’ thighs. Abby licked his lips and Romance bit down on his lower lip.

“Go ahead,” she said. “Finish yourselves off.”

The boys looked confused again. They looked at each other, then looked at her. Mira rolled her eyes. What the boys had in abs they apparently lacked in brains.

“If you’re going to act like dogs, you’re getting treated like dogs,” she said. She straightened her legs out. “So, get to it.”

The boys both turned the color of grapes. Abby seemed to take it as a challenge. He moved closer, took her thigh in his hands, and pressed his leaking cock against her shin. Slowly, he began grinding against her, and Romance followed suit.

Mira leaned back on both hands and watched both of them. Romance squeaked out little whimpers while Abby grunted and kept flicking his eyes up to Mira. They looked so pathetic, only the purple glowing skin would tell you they were demons and not mere human men. Their cocks leaked down her shins and their flesh was shiny with sweat. While she wouldn’t show it on her face, it excited Mira.

They were her boys. Her demons . All hers to play with.

Mira smoothed a hand along her hip, and down between her thighs. She pressed one finger in, and then another, all while watching her demons hump her legs like dogs. She listened to their whimpers, moans and grunts. She watched the way their eyes and patterns glowed in the dim light. The boys tightened their grip on her legs as she fucked her fingers.

The boys were getting close. She could hear it in their sounds and feel it the way they clung to her legs. They weren’t the only ones. Mira arched her back and sighed as she rode her hand into a melting orgasm, her ears filled with the sound of demons whimpering her name.

“Mira. Mira. Mira.”

By the time Mira opened her eyes, the boys had slowed their hips and her legs were dripping with clear demon fluids. The boys lifted both of their heads up to her. Romance, with his sweet, angelic eyes. Abby, with his sinful boy below a teasing smile. Both of them looked at her like it would be an honor to die by her hand.

Mira leaned forward and ruffled the hair on both boys’ heads. They purred and nuzzled into her hands.

“Good boys,” she said, her tone soft for the first time since she arrived. “Now, clean up after yourselves.”

No instructions needed this time. Romance and Abby retreated into the bathroom, wet two white towels under hot water, then came back and wiped down their mess from Mira’s legs. It was almost relaxing, like a foot massage at a spa. Once they finished, the boys tossed their towels in the laundry bin and returned to the bedroom.

Mira pulled both boys down into the bed with her. They tangled together, the boys kissing and licking Mira all over. Mira’s eyes fluttered shut and she soaked in every adoring, worshiping touch.

The three of them sunk into the mattress together, and Abby pulled the duvet up to cover the three of them. Mira was squished in the middle as the trio tangled together on the magenta sheets. She hugged Romance’s head close to her chest while Abby spooned her from behind.

In minutes, the boys were sound asleep. Romance nuzzled and purred into Mira’s chest, arms wrapped around her waist. Abby’s mouth pressed to the crook of her neck and lightly kissed her in his sleep.

Mira sighed and curled herself into the boys’ warmth. Who knew demons could be so soft and tender? She sunk into the heat of their bodies and the smell of the candles slowly burning out.

She was going to be hungry and tired in the morning. And she knew Romance was going to be cooking her breakfast while Abby rubbed her back while she dozed.

She gave both boys a kiss on the cheek, before she let sleep take her away.

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