Ela

Jinu

You were in the group's practice room alone with Jinu, and he was showing you a part of the dance from their new song and asking your opinion of it. 

Normally, you would have found it cute how the 400 year old demon was so serious about practicing kpop choreo and that he wanted your opinion on it, but right now you were not in the mood to give dancing tips or entertain your boyfriend, especially not when his little hobby was driving him into the arms of another girl. 

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask your girlfriend?” You tell him pointedly and he stops and stares at you blankly, detecting the aggression in your voice but not understanding where it's coming from. 

“I am.” He says, deadpan

“Not me. Rumi.” You hiss and his brows raise in realisation. “Not this again.”

His response only angers you further. “Sorry that my feelings of hurt about you spending late night with another woman and following her around like a puppy is inconveniencing you.” 

“I'm not following her around like a puppy.” He scoffs defensively, “It's just for the plan, baby. You know that.”

“Oh, okay then, I'll go hook up with Mira then. Maybe I can get some intel out of her. You know, for the plan.” You threaten, intending to make him realise how hurtful his actions have been but your threat falls flat when he laughs and wiggles his eyebrows at you. “That'd be kinda hot.”

You huff, standing up and moving to storm away but he suddenly grabs you and pulls you back towards him, your back pressed against his front. “Are you jealous? Because that’s hot too.” He grins at you through the mirror in front of you and you growl, baring your teeth at him. “I'm serious, Jinu.”

“Then you're stupid, baby.” He tells you, kissing down your neck, not at all threatened by the reflection of your fangs in the mirror. “You know you’re the only one for me.”

His hands come up your front, kneading your breasts through your top. 

“Drop your glamour.” You tell him, “You're a demon. Don't run from it.” 

He grunts, his glamour dropping as he takes a handful of your tops and rips it, tearing it off your body to reveal your breasts that he hungrily fondles, holding and squeezing them between his large hands. 

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He purrs against your ear before he grabs the lobe between his teeth, nipping at it lightly, making you moan. “Yes. Like seeing you go wild.” 

He grins at you through the mirror and you follow his hand as it slithers down your body, pushing its way into your shorts and meeting your wet pussy with a hiss. “As if I was ever not wild for you.” 

He slips two fingers inside you, working them in and out of your ruthlessly, not giving you a moment to get used to them. 

“Fuck, Jinu.” Your hand shoots out grabbing onto his forearm but not stopping him, just feeling his muscles tense as he fucks you on his fingers. 

“You like it, my dumb baby? Like riling me up so I'll get angry and fuck you stupid?” 

You nod, enjoying every little bit of his attention, his grip on your breasts, his fingers between your legs, and his eyes that eat you up through the mirror, eagerly watching you break down under his touch. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He asks when he feels you tense around his fingers. 

“Yeah, so close, Jinu.” You mewl, throwing your head back and preparing to give into the wave of pleasure building in your body. 

But Jinu’s hand leaves your breasts to grab you by the jaw, pulling your head down and growling in your ear. “No, look in the mirror, watch yourself cream on my fingers. Look me in the eyes as I make you cum so you won't be stupid enough to ever doubt who I belong to.”

His possessive words do it for you, and you make eye contact with him through the mirror as you finally cum, your juices running down his fingers as he continues to fuck you through it, not stopping even as you whimper at the overstimulation. 

“We're not done yet, baby. Not until I fuck you dumb on my cock.”

Romance

You were supposed to wait for romance. You were supposed to stay until the fansign is over so you can go home together but you didn't. You went ahead and went back home without telling him, ignoring his frantic phone calls and texts asking where you were. 

So it was no surprise to you when your boyfriend teleported into your bedroom, looking wild as his yellow eyes landed on you, finding you lounging in bed as if nothing was amiss.

“What the hell?” He snaps, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back home? Or answer my calls or texts? I was worried about you!”

“Didn’t think you’d notice. You seemed preoccupied with her.” You answer him flippantly. If cold and aloof is what he’s into then you’re more than happy to give him that. 

“Seriously? You had me worried that one of the hunters had gotten a hold of you and hurt you to get back at me, when you’ve been lounging in bed this whole time, throwing a tantrum because I was doing my job?” He growls, kicking his shoes off and stripping his clothes off. 

You sit up straighter in bed, your eyes raking over his slim but toned body, stopping a few seconds to take in his long length as it hangs heavily between his legs, your own legs pressing together in need. But you refuse to let on how sexy you find your pissed off boyfriend right now. 

“As if she could ever lay a hand on me. If I wanted to, I could go to her tower right now and—” Your words are cut off as Romance climbs onto the bed, stalking towards you and grabbing you by the chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “You’ll what? Risk your life because you’re jealous of her when you know damn well I only belong to you?” 

“I’m not sure if I know that.” You huff, making Romance laugh. But his laughter isn’t the light melodic thing you’re used to from him. Instead it is dark and threatening. “Let me show you then, darling.” 

He climbs further up your body until his bare cock is at level with your mouth. “Open up, darling. Let me prove to you that only this loud little mouth can get me off.” 

You want to resist, play things up a little more like you usually do, but the dangerous glint in Romance’s eyes and the subtle pinch of his claws into your scalp tells you better. You open your mouth and take him in, receiving the long member down your throat as your body relaxes to surrender to him. 

“Good girl.” He sucks in a harsh breath as his balls meet your chin. He looks down at you, staying there for a moment with his entire length down your throat, his hand gripping your hair tightly like a harness. “I’m not going to be gentle tonight. You don’t deserve it. You understand?” 

Despite his anger at you, he still gives you the option to stop this if you don’t want it. But of course you won’t. This is exactly what you wanted from him, to lose his normal cool and prove to you that he won’t let anything come between you. 

So you nuzzle your nose further into his crotch and swallow down around him, silently giving him your consent. 

“I fucking knew it. You did all of this to provoke me.” He hisses, yanking on your hair to pull your head back, taking most of his cock out of your mouth before he slams it back in, filling you up with him. “But that’s okay. If my darling wants me to prove myself to her, I would do it over and over again.”

You lay back, letting him ram his cock in and out of your mouth, enjoying this rare moment of roughness from your usually sweet and gentle boyfriend. 

You’re lucky you don’t have to breathe because if you did, you would have passed out a long time ago with how he’s completely blocking off your airway, pushing it closed every time his cock slips down your throat and not leaving any second in between his thrusts for you to really catch your breath. 

But honestly even if you needed it, you might just risk it just to watch his pretty face screwed up in pleasure as he lets himself selfishly take what he wants from you for once, your raw and unfiltered obedience barreling him towards the edge uncharacteristically fast. 

“Ah, darling, I’m close. Gonna cum down your throat. Gonna make sure you’re tasting me for days.” 

You moan around him, eagerly swallowing down, begging for it as your hips squirm, humping at the air in need. 

He laughs when he feels you thrashing under him, and he pushes your head down against the mattress to keep you still, pistoning his cock in and out of your mouth, making your throat bulge as he finally cums, giving you his sweet seed. 

You swallow it all eagerly, making sure to leave his length clean when he finally pulls it out of your mouth, resting it against your face so you can see up close how hard he still is as he grins down at you. 

“We’re not done yet. I gotta fill all your holes with my cum. Gotta leave you dripping with me from every hole. How else will you know that I’m yours?” 

Abby

“Ahhh, Abby, someone will see.” You slur, barely able to form your words as Abby plunges his cock in and out of your pussy, his large hand grabbing you by the waistline of your skirt and keeping you pinned against the hood of his car, bent in half as his hulking figure towers over you, fucking you stupid. 

“Let them see. Isn't that what you wanted, baby? For the world to see you're mine?” He taunts, enjoying the dumb look on your face too much. 

You may have taken things too far with your jealousy over his fanservice, annoyed at how he's showing off for his fans, giving them drawings of his abs and encouraging them to salivate over his body… his body that had only been yours for centuries. 

So why couldn't you do the same? Why couldn't you go out in your sluttiest, most revealing outfit and flirt with the fanmeeting staff, letting them openly lust over you right in front of Abby while he had to sit there and play nice for those same fans that started all of this? 

It took everything the boys could do to stop Abby from slaughtering the men you had used in your plans the moment the fansign was over, but they couldn’t stop him from dragging you off and doing what he will with you. 

That's how you've found yourself in this position, legs pressed to your chest and getting fucked by Abby on the hood of his luxurious sports car. 

“I just wanted you to–to feel what I-I was feeling.” You stutter out, trying to defend yourself but Abby was having none of it. “No, you wanted to act like a slut to make me jealous enough to lose it in front of everyone and show them that you're mine. Well, baby, when I'm done with you, no one will have any doubt who my dick belongs to.”

“Abby…” You whine, struggling to form any words against the onslaught of his cock drilling in and out of your pussy. “It's t-too much.” 

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you came out looking like a dumb bimbo and letting those men touch what’s mine.” He has no mercy on you, knowing by now through your centuries long relationship that you can take anything your brute of a boyfriend can give you and more. You’ve been here many times before, the both of you not known to shy from showing off or putting the other in their place. 

“I’m s-sorry.” You whimper, playing it up for him, knowing it makes his cock ache and drives your demon even more wild. 

“Oh, you will be, baby.” He grunts, his cock splitting you apart. “Open your mouth.” 

You do, opening it wide for him, sticking your tongue out to catch the saliva his spits at you, wincing a little as he slaps your cheek and orders you to swallow. 

“Good little slut.” He grunts, and that’s when you lose it, the taste of him on your tongue, his rough grip on you and the ruthless way he was plunging in and out of you finally getting to your head. 

“Abby, Abby!” You scream, cumming around him. “Please, please, cum with me. Need to feel it inside me.” 

“You think you deserve it?” He scolds and you pout. “But baby—”

“No, you’ve been bad, and little sluts like you don’t deserve to have their pussy stuffed with my cum.” He tells you and you whimper, both from the scolding and because he then pulls himself out of you, your pussy feeling horribly empty without his fat cock. 

He steps back, grabbing you by the ankles and yanking you to the ground. You land on your ass, your face level with his heavy, leaking cock as he grips it and jerks himself off quickly. 

You can tell that despite his roughness, he is just as desperate as you are, and you want to make him feel good too. So you sit there, giving him your best wide eyed look as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, knowing it drives him crazy when you do that. 

It works, and before long he’s releasing all over your face, his cum dripping down your body as he leers down at you. 

“Now you look like a proper slut.” 

“Do you like it, baby? You smirk up at him, dropping the helpless look as your hands reach out to swat his hands away and wrap themselves around his cock, twisting your fist over his large length and suckling on the head, bringing it back to life in a few seconds. 

“Ah, shit.” He curses under his breath, letting you continue for a few more moments before he pulls you to your knees and slams you back against the car, this time on your front with your ass up. 

Guess he’s not ready to stop playing yet. You must’ve really pissed him off this time. 

You yelp as you feel his fingers breach you from behind, pressing down against the wall of your pussy as he ruthlessly fucks them in and out of you, the loud squelching sound echoing around the parking lot. 

“Fuck, Abby, Abby, I won't last long.” You warn, rocking back against his thick fingers. 

“Did I give you permission to cum?” He grabs you by the neck, tilting your head up in an uncomfortable position to face him.

“N-no…” You stare at him, wide-eyed, and his nails dig into your neck. “No. So don't you dare cum.”

“But I can't hold it.” You whine, legs shaking against the onslaught of the pleasure. 

“Tough luck, princess.” He dismisses, not letting up for a moment.

And just like you warned, you couldn’t hold back, and you end up cumming just a short while after. Even if it weren’t for the pathetic scream you let out, Abby would've still known by the way your pussy tightens around his fingers. 

He pulls them out, quickly replacing them with his cock, forcing the thick member through your contracting walls and making you cry out at the overstimulation. 

“Abby!”

“Take it. Didn't you say that I wasn't fucking you right?” He growls in your ear and you shake your head but can't speak up to deny it, your words coming out in a garbled mess. 

It wasn’t you who said that! It was the disgusting man who was flirting with you. Yes, you didn’t deny it, but that was only to piss Abby off! 

Well, mission accomplished. 

“Does my whore want me to cum in her pussy this time?” He asks and you nod as much as you, begging him, “Yes, please, Abby. I'm y-yours. I swear.”

“I know.” He tells you, slamming his cock inside you one last time, keeping it buried as he empties his balls inside you, his hand going around your body to rub your pussy, pushing you to follow him and making your pussy help milk him dry. 

“There you go, take every last drop.” He grunts, not letting up until you've done it.

Mystery

“What is this?” Mystery stands in front of you, grabbing a fistful of the shirt you were wearing with Abby’s face on it. 

“I just thought he looked really hot here.” You shrug. “You don’t like it?” 

“Do you not like me anymore?” He asks, and your dead heart lurches. Oh, fuck, maybe you should’ve thought this over more. Mystery is not the guy to play these games with. 

“Of course, I still like you, Mystery—

“Do you want me to kill him?” He cuts you off, genuinely asking you. 

“What? No.” You answer, bewildered.

“Then why are you wearing this?” He asks, tugging at the shirt harshly. 

“I wanted to make you jealous, you idiot.” You huff and he cocks his head to the side, confused. “Why?” 

“I don’t know.” You huff, “Why can you fuck around zoey and I can’t fuck around with Abby? i bet he'd fuck me better than you.”

Ok, that last part may have been a bit too much. And you learn your mistake before you can even blink. 

Mystery tackles you to the ground, ripping Abby’s shirt and everything else you were wearing off your body before putting you on your hands and knees and mounting you. 

“Mystery, no–” You’re cut off as he bullies his thick length inside your pussy, forcing it to get used to him quickly. But it’s okay, you’re more than used to Mystery’s erratic and unexpected behaviour.

“Shit, baby, give me a moment, damn.” You tell him, but when have you ever actually expected restraint from your feral boyfriend? 

“You’re fucking mine.” He growls in your ear, his long claws digging into your hips as the sound of slapping skin fills the room. “Mine, mine, mine.” 

But you’re just as feral as your boyfriend, and you live off riling him up. 

“Maybe I don’t wanna be yours anymore.” You goad him, even as you arch into his touch. “I deserve a man who only has eyes for me.” 

“I will kill anyone who dares to come near you.” He pushes your chest down so your ass is in the air, fucking you from behind like a rabid dog. “I will rip their throats out and eat their hearts.” 

His teeth gnaw at your neck, the sharp fangs piercing your body with pleasure that peaks every time his thick length is fully sheathed in your pussy and his heavy balls smack against your ass. 

You fucking love this. 

“Then what should I do with your cute little hunter?” You ask, craning your head to the side, meeting his drooling lips in a toothy kiss that leaves your lips bitten and your lips slick with his saliva. 

“You can do what you want with her. Once we break the Honmoon, I’ll bring her to you as a gift to prove my loyalty.” He promises, his teeth going back to nibbling on your shoulder, the pleasure getting to his head and making him need to release his frustration somehow. 

You’re no stranger to it, your body littered with bite and claw marks as evidence of your boyfriend’s uncontrollable lust and need for you. You really only need to look in the mirror to get proof of his loyalty, yet you still like to test it. 

“You’ll let me tear her apart?” You shiver, your pussy fluttering around his thrusting cock as you imagine having the huntress at your mercy. 

“Only if you let me watch.” He tells you, his clawed hands moving up your body to roughly grope your tits. 

“Deal.” You grin, spreading your legs wide as you lower your head to the floor, throwing a glance back at your beautiful boyfriend, appreciating every monstrous part of his body. “Cum inside me, pup. Give me what she’ll never have.” 

Mystery grunts, dropping his weight over you, trapping you against the floor as his hips pick up, smacking against your ass rapidly, the maddening slide of his cock inside you and the burn of his claws and his fangs on your skin setting your body on fire. 

“Cumming, cumming.” You scream, your body unable to move much under his heavy weight, forced to lie there and squirm against the floor as your orgasm consumes you. 

And yet, Mystery doesn’t let up, continuing to mount you like a beast, his words no longer making sense, reduced to just grunts and growls as he chases his own orgasm. 

Your body is aching and your pussy has become sore by the time he finally releases, clamping his teeth down into your shoulder as he floods your pussy, the large volume of his cum overflowing and dripping down your legs and onto the floor. 

“Good pup. Such a good pup.” You groan, knowing how Mystery gets once he cums. 

And sure enough, you hear his growls turn into little whimpers, his clawed hands nudging you onto your back so he can lay his head on your chest and suck on your nipples to calm himself down. 

You rake your nails through his hair, gently scratching his scalp as you coo down at him, telling him how well he did for you and how much you love him, promising him that he’s the only one for you. 

Baby

“Baby, I can't take it anymore… I'm sorry.” You sniffle, pressing back against him as you try to flinch back from the vibrator which he has pressed against your spread pussy, but moving back only makes you take more of his cock inside you. 

“Too late. You wanted me to prove to you that you’re mine. I won't stop until you can't walk.” His deep voice resounds in your ear before he slaps a hand on your thigh and nudges his hips up, jostling you on his cock. “Now, keep riding me.”

You bite your lip, bracing your hands on the couch to give yourself some leverage as your tired body moves up and down over his cock, earning yourself an appreciative groan against your marked up neck. 

“That’s right, good girl.” He coos, his cock hot and throbbing inside your quivering pussy. 

The room feels hot and stuffy around you, your body overheating as his arm wraps around your body, pressing your sweaty body against his while you obediently move over his cock. 

But that’s not enough for Baby. No, he flicks a button on the vibrator, increasing the speed of it and making your legs shake as you yelp and struggle to hold your weight up and continue riding him. “Do you like this toy, baby? Those stupid humans are not so useless after all.”

Yes, you love it–your needy pussy getting all the attention it wants. But you also hate it. Baby can have you losing your mind on just his fingers or his tongue or his cock. He did not need more ammo to wreck you, but he’s really taken a liking to these human-made toys, and you shudder to think about what else he has in that big box he pulled the vibrator out of. 

Baby doesn’t appreciate your silence, pulling the vibrator away to slap your pussy lightly, making you shriek and jump on his cock, the sudden movement pulling a deep groan out of him. 

So he does it a few more times, enjoying feeling you squirming over his cock. 

“Ah, fuck.” He presses the vibrator against your pussy once again, rubbing it in circles between your folds. “Hurry up and milk my cock so that I can use your ass next.” 

“Baby!” You cry out as he pinches your nipples between his fingers, pulling on them harshly, making you gush around his cock as you cum. 

“That’s it, good girl. Squeeze that little pussy for me, and keep riding me. I won’t fucking stop until I’ve got you dripping with my cum.” He tells you, wrapping his arm around your waist again and using his demon strength to move you like a ragdoll up and down his cum while he pressing the vibrator to the spot where his cock and your pussy meet, the vibrations travelling up his cock and into your pussy, forcing you into another blinding orgasm that finally makes him cum. 

“Yes, yes…” He hisses, throwing the vibrator away and digging both his fingers into your ass, holding you down as he empties his balls inside of you. 

You slump against him, laying back until he’s satisfied he’s filled you up enough. When he’s done, he pushes you off him, pressing you back against the cough and throwing your legs over his shoulder, lining his cock with your pussy before pushing in once more. 

“Ah, baby, give me a moment!” You cry out, but Baby has never had a shred of sympathy in his body, and he ruthlessly fucks into your sore pussy, laughing at the screwed up look on your face. “Don’t cry yet, doll. Save it for later. We’ve got the whole night ahead of us.”

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A/N: as always, which one is your fave?

abby is so fucking ruthless and reader definitely is a match for him, while mystery was so fucking confused he's was so prepared to kill abby lmao romance going from worried and confused to vengeful is my jam

• BIG cuddle enthusiast, hug enthusiast, anything that makes him the closest to you. i mean anything, but that’s for another post, wink.

• Alternates between big and little spoon

• Likes to both hold and be held

If he’s spooning you:

• Rests his head on your shoulder

• Rests his hands on your soft round stomach

• Presses kisses to your shoulder

• Enjoys the closeness

If he faces you:

• Likes to have his back scratched lightly while he rests his head on your chest or stomach

• Enjoys the safe comfortable feeling

• If you stroke his hair he melts into your touch and lets out the softest sigh