taste so sweet

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content tags: abby saja x female reader, nsfw [18+, minors do not interact], smut, best friends brother!abby, mutual pining, reader is described as having a smaller body, dirty talk, thigh riding/humping, smut without much plot, use of pet name ‘princess’, ‘baby’, ‘my girl’ & ‘good girl’, all lowercase intended

author’s note: this was so much easier to write then some of the other kinktober days 😫 hope y’all enjoy

it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you give in to his stupidly charming grin and whispered promises to keep this just between the two of you. the familiar scent of his cologne invades your personal space as if he knows just how much you love it but can’t bring yourself to tell him.

your dainty hand rises to press against his ridiculously firm chest, your last line of defence before falling for his tempting offer. he glances down to where your hand rests, a grin pulling at his lips like he finds your attempt to resist amusing.

“don’t smile at me like that,” you grumble out breathlessly, unable to catch your breath with the way your heart thumps wildly in your chest. abby can’t stop the chuckle that escapes him at the sight of your flushed cheeks, betraying your pathetically veiled eagerness.

“do you trust me?” the question is uttered quietly, in that gentle voice of his that makes your body tingle. with that, the remaining hesitance that was lingering in the forefront of your mind melts into nothingness.

abby tilts your chin up to meet his eyes, fingers gentle as he does so, as if you were a frightened deer ready to run away at a moment’s notice. feeling flustered under his heated gaze, you huff out a soft, “you know i do.”

in an instant, abby closes the distance between your bodies, pulling you against him like he couldn’t wait a second longer. his mouth finds your plump lips in a heartbeat, not giving you a moment to breathe before he slots his lips against yours. he swallows your surprised gasp, flicking his tongue against the inside of your hot mouth as he explores it.

you feel the familiar twinge of heat build up between your thighs, an ache that makes yours hips shift uncomfortably. you’re straddling one of his thighs now, haphazardly rubbing your core against the thick muscle shamelessly, the girlish whine that falls from your pretty lips makes abby pull away mid kiss, panting and flushed, “oh fuck—jus’ like that, princess.”

his encouragement only spurs you on, slick soaking your cotton panties completely. the thought of your best friend, his sister, finding you in such a scandalous position floats to the front of your mind but now, drunk off the taste of abby’s mouth and the feel of his body underneath yours, you couldn’t seem to care. if anything, you can’t stop the way you desperately grind your pussy against the length of his thigh in need of the delicious friction it provides.

with a bounce of his leg, a surprised moan slips past your lips, “a—again, please.” you ask him so politely, and abby finds it rather cute; your eyes misty as if you’ll cry any second, cheeks flushed in a healthy glow and mouth ajar as you breathe out your plea’s while you continue to rock yourself.

“again? my girl’s getting greedy, isn’t she?” his teasing makes you attempt to hide your face in the crook of his neck, but he doesn’t let you. he bounces his leg again, forcing another lewd wail from you, “like that, baby? that’s what you wanted?” he asks, despite knowing the answer; he can feel your slippery wetness on his skin, his short’s now bunched up with all the movement.

you feel his big hands encompass your hips, grabbing the plump flesh as he begins to guide you back and forth on his flexed muscle. a languid smile stretches across his features at the enthusiastic nod you give him in response, “good girl, keep goin’ f’me.” his words are slurred, but he lets you continue to fuck yourself against his thigh with his assistance.

abby grunts out a strained, “shit—,” when your knee presses against his erection, what felt like a bolt of electricity runs down the length of his spine. the sound of his name rolls off your tongue in a delicious moan, your hips stuttering against the taut muscle, giving your clit the right amount of friction just as he presses you harder against him

“wanted you f’so long, baby.” he groans, his hand lowering to the curve of your ass before squeezing. “you’ve got no idea,” he grunts out as your knee meets his cock once again. you feel the coil in your stomach tighten, heat pooling at your core at his words.

your half-lidded gaze flicks up to him, the desire swimming in his eyes is obvious as watches you hump his thigh unabashedly now, “tell me how much.” your breathing is harsh as you rub your clit clumsily. he presses a hot kiss to your exposed neck, licking and tasting your skin before leaning back just enough so you can feel his breath against the sensitive juncture of your neck.

“always thinkin’ ‘bout you, princess.” he starts, his hips thrusting forward to meet yours, which makes a strangled moan crawl up your throat. abby easily man handles you into a better position to straddle his lap, allowing him to finally feel your pussy against his throbbing bulge. your fingers grip his broad shoulders to keep you steady while you start your pace once again.

he shudders when you grind against his erection in replacement of his thigh, pleasure shooting through his veins at the mere movement. “i milk my cock thinkin’ ‘bout fuckin’ your tight little pussy.” he confesses, voice coming out strained, his eyebrows furrowed together in concentration as if he was trying to keep himself from cumming.

you feel yourself get closer to the edge, your whimpers getting progressively louder as he thrusts against your wanting pussy, giving you the friction you need. “and the sounds you make—fuck, they make my cock so hard it hurts.” your back starts to arch at the sound of his honesty, your rhythmic pace quickening even more.

your eyes start to roll back, the heat in your stomach so close to bursting. “f—fuck, i’m—,” you almost feel delirious with the way your head feels fuzzy, your hips start to falter as you begin teetering over the edge and towards overwhelming bliss.

abby notices immediately, “gonna cum f’me? that’s it, pretty. make a mess on me.” and that’s all it takes for your body to come crashing into your orgasm. your mouth falls open, a jumble of moans and whines escaping you as the wave of bliss spreads through your nervous system. the remnants of your climax render you weak, your body slumping against his chest, completely exhausted.

your eyes flutter open upon feeling a hand gently start to rub your back. abby grins a sweet smile when you find his gaze, “my girl did so good.” his praise makes you blush, the realisation of what just happened finally hitting you. sensing your sudden shyness, a light chuckle escapes him. “no need to get all shy now,” you’re still seated in his lap, your cute little cunt nestled right against his bulge like it belongs there.

you pout, “stop teasing me,” your plush lower lip juts out, despite your request he smiles a frustratingly cute smirk. “I’m not doin’ anything,” he says, his voice thick with arousal. if he wants to play like that you can too. you roll your hips half-heartedly, giving him some much needed pressure to his throbbing cock and it earns you a stuttered groan from him, shutting him up.

now you’re smiling, a little too proud at the way you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. “that’s what i thought.”

next — fuck buddies with baby

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content tags: mystery saja x female reader, nsfw [18+, minors do not interact] smut, camgirl!reader, roommates, mystery is a bit of a awkward loser, masterbation, dildo use, dirty talk, all lowercase intended

author’s note: i’ve always wanted to write camgirl!reader!!! im pretty proud of this so lemme know what u think :-)

shame gnaws at him as he clicks into the livestream, yet blood rushes to his cock anyways. greed making it impossible to think with anything other than his aching dick.

mystery knew he shouldn’t be doing this. it was an invasion of your privacy, even if you didn’t know he knew what you got up to in your spare time.

it wasn’t like he intentionally found your account; it was purely accidental when he stumbled across your twitter profile one night when he was in the search of something to get off to.

he didn’t make the connection at first—too caught up in his desperation— that the user pixiepeach had a lot of similarities to you. but that only spurred him on, the fantasy of it possibly being you making it all the more attractive.

the account became his most frequently visited; anytime he was sexually frustrated and needed release, pixiepeach was there to help him through it. he quickly became your number one fan, leading him to subscribe to your onlyfans page and that’s when it all changed.

it was you.

pixiepeach was you.

unlike your twitter, your onlyfans featured your pretty face and that’s all it took for mystery to become completely hooked on you. his seemingly innocent little roommate wasn’t as innocent as you portrayed yourself to be, and his pathetic attempt to restrain himself completely futile.

it was as if you weren’t trying to hide it anymore. he knew when you were streaming, your cute whimpers difficult to ignore through his thin bedroom walls. his cock straining in the constraints of his sweatpants as your livestream loads into view.

your face is scrunched up in pleasure when it appears on his screen, your legs spread apart to show your fingers teasing your puffy clit. the stream has already started, comments flying past from the sheer number of viewers sharing what they want you to do in chat.

“can i go faster?” you ask cutely, a stuttered whine follows, “i wanna go faster.” without fail, mystery surrenders to the sound of your breathy whimpers. he fumbles with the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them and his underwear down in one go allowing his throbbing erection to slap his torso, eliciting a hiss from him. the tip an angry red from neglect, leaking pre down the length of his cock as he takes it into his palm. but that doesn’t stop him from typing out a message in chat.

babyboy263: u look so pretty taking my cock peach

your half-lidded gaze flicks to the highlighted message that pops up, smiling such a sweet smile when you recognise the username.

“thank you baby, did you miss me?” the question is immediately followed by the sounds of your needy whimpers, the pace of the dildo plunging in and out of your greedy cunt speeding up. it fills the stream with the wet squelches coming from your hole, and all mystery can do is bring his lip between his teeth as he finally starts to fist his aching cock.

his calloused hand feels rough against the smooth skin of his member, even with all the slick that continues to leak from his tip. the thought of your soft fingers replacing his own makes his stomach twist with lust.

babyboy263: missed u and ur cute little pussy so much

he swallows hard when he sees the way your pussy flutters around the dildo as if he’s the only one watching. his needy cock drools with pre as his strokes get faster, to match the pace you set for yourself.

babyboy263: wanna see you cum on my cock

his breaths get more ragged, getting closer and closer to the edge—that seemingly shrinks whenever he’s watching you. you seem to be as well though, a hand sliding down the contour of your sweat-glistening body to press down on your puffy clit, rubbing clumsy circles as you beg him (and the rest of your hundreds of viewers) to cum.

“wanna cum—please,” the shrill of your whines makes him almost combust, that and you begging him to cum.

you don’t get the chance to warn your audience of your impeding climax as your thighs start to quiver, a string of delicious moans falling from your lips as you start to lose your grip on reality. stars line your vision as the pulsating wave of bliss overwhelms your body, your toes curling and mouth parted.

your release pushes mystery to his own, his dick twitching in his palm before spurting out ropes of cum, staining his stomach with the evidence of his self-indulgence.

the ringing in his ears makes it difficult to hear you breathe out shakily, your pussy clenching and unclenching as you slide the dildo out of your slippery hole. mystery feels the twinge of heat fire back up as he watches like a man possessed as a pearl of cum drips from your entrance.

“that was a lot of fun, thank you for making me cum.” you lips curve into a bashful grin, as if you didn’t just orgasm in front of audience of horny men. “i’ll see you on saturday,” you promise, blowing a kiss to the camera.

the moment you end the stream, mystery feels the harsh slap of reality hit him all at once; guilt creeping back into his bones as the dopamine hit starts to wear off. the idea of a hot, long shower sounds exactly like what he needed, making quick work of cleaning what he could of his cum covered stomach before pulling his pants over himself once again. he doesn’t bother to throw a shirt on, it’s not like you’ll leave your room anytime soon anyways.

so he leaves the confines of his room with the intent to wash off the layer of shame that encased him, along with his cum. mystery quickly runs into a problem, you. the smell of sex oozes from you, the intoxicating scent makes his stomach twist with desire. your cheeks are flushed when you meet his gaze, the heated skin darkening as you attempt to fill the awkward silence, “oh, hi.”

you don’t seem to notice the way he struggles in your presence; his drained cock stirring in his pants at the mere sight of you, it doesn’t help the way you look straight out of a porno. you’re now clad in a silky robe—one he’s seen many times before—it doesn’t leave much to the imagination, and mystery is thankful that you don’t look like you mind whatsoever. “need the bathroom?” he guesses simply, despite his heart thrashing against his ribcage.

“ah, yes. but you can go first.” you offer meekly, the sound of your strained voice making you cringe internally. you can’t help but hope he doesn’t notice the state of your voice.

your relief is immediate when he doesn’t seem to react any differently than usual. “it’s okay, you go.” mystery gives you a strained smile, before swiftly turning and making his way to his room without so much as glancing back.

next — thigh riding + size difference with abby

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content tags: abby saja x female reader, unspoken feelings, mutual pining, use of pet names ‘baby’ & ‘princess’, sexual tension, slightly suggestive, all lowercase intended

author’s note: apologies for the wait @rizzraa ❤️‍🩹

“i betcha you can’t do it.” you tease, sipping the drink in your hand as you watch him over the rim of the glass.

abby, who was always up for a challenge, grins at that. “you really think so?” he asks, clearly finding the idea amusing.

you shake your head, “i know so.” you say plainly, a wide smile pulling at your lips when he laughs, the sound making his chest vibrate.

you’re half joking when you dare him to, although the prospect of abby breathing out your name in between each rep has you reeling. despite your inner turmoil, you encourage him to prove you wrong nonetheless, “c’mon then, let’s see it.”

“well, what do i get if i do it?” abby is still smiling as he asks the question, the kind of boyish grin that makes your heart squeeze uncomfortably and shake your self-control.

“whatever you want.” you respond quickly, confident you won’t be losing anytime soon, despite the effect he managed to have over you by simply being his usual self.

as if abby knows the outcome already, he easily agrees, “game on, baby.” the sudden use of the pet name makes your heart thump against your ribcage wildly, hope blooming there in spite of knowing better.

he swiftly gets into the proper push-up position, not wasting a second as he begins. his body lowers itself until he’s only centimetres away from the floor when you hear, “(y/n),” your name comes out in a clear breath and then abby pulls himself upwards and into the next rep.

“(y/n),” the way his voice sounds every consonant and vowel in your name makes you tingle, not yet used to hearing your name on his tongue so breathily.

it’s making you dizzy as he forces himself to lower to the floor once again, “(y/n),” you try to ignore the sudden heat that floods to the pit of your stomach, a knot slowly but surely forming there.

his reps are smooth as he seemingly flies through them, each finalised with your name uttered in a way that leaves you needy and breathless.

“and that’s twenty.” he’s smug when he stands, cheeks flushed with a sheen of sweat at his brow as he grins a satisfied smile, oblivious to his effect on you.

you, on the other-hand, are flustered when you meet his gaze, your own face warm as you nod dumbly, “i guess you won.”

you’re not even mad when you realise your earlier agreement, “what do you want as your reward?” you can’t help but wonder what he would want from you, the hope that flowered in your chest earlier infecting your mind with ridiculous scenarios that couldn’t possibly happen… right?

he hums, pretending to think for a moment before he finally decides. “how about a kiss?” it’s offered with a hint of hesitance, the tips of his ears burning red though it doesn’t take away from the soft smile that he’s unknowingly reserved just for you.

your eyes widen in disbelief and cheeks darkening with colour as you exclaim, “that’s what you want?” though abby, who was seemingly enjoying the sight of your sudden bashfulness, laughs loudly.

“that’s right, princess. that’s all i want.” he confirms, and it doesn’t help the shyness that radiates from you at the honest confession.

you take your bottom lip in between your teeth, biting harshly, your gaze falling to his plush lips unintentionally. abby drinks in the cute expression that etched itself into your features, the way you’ve pulled your lip between your teeth, the air of nervousness settling around you with a pretty flush to your plump cheeks.

he can see the moment you process his words, somehow finding you even cuter than before. “okay,” you finally nod with a gentle agreement, “you won fair and square.”

before you can retract his hard-earned reward, he steps forward to close the distance between you. his large hands come up to cup your cheeks, his thumb slowly stroking the skin back and forth as if he wanted this moment to last a lifetime.

it’s hard to resist your glossy, plump lips any longer as he leans down, bending just enough for your lips to touch in a gentle kiss. the feel of your lips on his makes his stomach fill with butterflies, warmth flooding his chest at the taste of you.

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warning: this is a nsfw event. minors please do not interact with these posts.

fics will be posted when october begins on the specified days listed below.

content tags: inexperienced!mystery x female reader, nsfw [minors do not interact], handjob, making out, dirty talk, all lowercase intended

author’s note: hehdjdhhc i love writing inexperienced!mystery 🥵

mystery was peacefully reading a book when you find him, back against the headboard when you crawl over to him. he doesn’t seem to take notice of your attire when you press a kiss to his cheek. you hum out a soft, “hi,” choosing to settle beside him with an ulterior motive on your mind.

you start quietly, “y’know, what we talked about the other day?” he makes a sound of acknowledgment, nodding along but allows you to continue, his eyes still following along with the text of his book. “i wanna do it tonight.” that finally forces his gaze away from the book in his hands.

you watch how his eyes widen when he glances down at your clothing, or lack thereof. you’re wearing a red lacy set, something you brought yourself to surprise him with. his cheeks burn when he asks, voice scratchy, “tonight?”

you’re eyes are droopy with lust, a hum of approval sounding from you as you follow his gaze that hasn’t left your exposed skin.

“can i touch you?” the question makes his already crimson cheeks darken, the way you’re looking at him with such a cute expression etched onto your features doesn’t help.

he gulps down hard, nodding shyly as he tosses the book aside. he feels the rush of excitement when you touch his thigh. embarrassment floods his chest when he twitches at your light touch, gradually moving upwards towards his already evident bulge.

a lazy smile pulls at your lips, “you’re really excited, aren’t you?” the teasing lilt to your tone is obvious, and it pulls a stuttered, “y—yeah,” from him.

he almost whines when you pull away before you reach his throbbing erection, desperate for more of your touch. “let’s take this off.” you tug at the hem of his shirt, cheeks flushed as he roughly pulls it over his head.

you lean into him, closing the distance between your bodies as you press a kiss to his plush lips. mystery cups your cheek with his hand, deepening the kiss into eager open mouthed kisses. he moans into your mouth when he feels the unfamiliar pressure of your hand on his aching cock.

when you seperate, he’s panting and embarrassed. “uh—sorry.” he breathes out, he squeezes his eyes shut when you begin palming him through the material of his sweatpants.

“don’t be sorry, hunny. i love hearing you.” you sigh breathlessly, “a little too much.” your thighs clench together when he quietly whines at that, slick pooling in the gusset of your lacy panties.

“can we take this off too?” you cutely ask, looking up to find his desperate stare already on you. his lips are swollen and red as he nods, “yes—please.” he lets you hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants and underwear and pulls the material down all at once, letting his fully hardened member hit his toned stomach.

the air is cool against his sensitive tip, pink and leaking pre-cum. he can’t help but watch the way your eyes widen with your pretty lips slightly ajar as you take in his cock. he’s not prepared when you smile so sweetly and tell him, “you have such a pretty cock, baby.”

mystery doesn’t know what to do with his hands so they clench and unclench at his sides, hesitant to reach out and touch you. as if you can sense his hesitance, you take ahold of his hand and guide it up to your tits. “jus’ like that,” you murmur, voice breathy as you feel him squeeze instinctively.

“now let me take care of you, hm?” he can’t think when your dainty fingers finally wrap around his length for the first time, spreading his pre all over him.

he really tries to restrain the moan that wants to fall from his mouth, but it escapes anyways letting you hear how much he loves your hand around his cock.

his mind feels fuzzy already, as you bring your hand up to his tip and squeeze him a little tighter. the way he tenses up to half-heartedly thrust into your hand is awfully cute, “a—ah.”

the wanton moan he lets out again makes you your pouty lips stretch into a satisfied smile, his cock drooling more of his sticky fluid. mystery moves to bring a hand to his face, attempting to hide the fucked-out expression that had melted onto his features but you remove your hand from his throbbing cock immediately.

it pulls a confused whimper from him, “don’t hide your face, i wanna see you.” you tease before pressing a open mouthed kiss to his mouth, tasting his tongue. he groans, nodding along with your direction despite the embarrassment that flares in his chest.

when you return to pumping his length again, faster this time, he does nothing to hold back his whines, your fist feels so good wrapped around him. his cheeks are flushed pink, bashful as he praises your movement, “feels so good, a—angel.”

you thumb at his slit, “you like that?” you hum, breathless as you watch him as he becomes undone before you. he feels the rush of electricity run down the length of his spine, teetering on the edge of release.

“y—yes, yes!” he’s babbling at this point, the wet noises of his slick and his throaty groans filling the otherwise quiet. “i’m gonna—,” he warns, voice strained as he squeezes his eyes shut. “cum f’me, baby.” at that, his thighs tense as his cock twitches in your hand, spurting out his sticky release all over your palm.

he’s breathing hard, shuddering when you pull away from his overly sensitive, spent member. “had fun?” the question is answered with a simple smile and nod. “thank you for that angel.” he adds softly, his sweet smile making your heart squeeze in your chest.

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sorry if it's too specific—you can adjust as you see fit. but abby's reaction to a female kpop idol from another popular group showing up to something like a signing event/variety show/pop-up show (anything that works really) with a t-shirt that's merch of the saja boys, with something really corny like "I 🩷 ABBY" 🫣🫣🫣 non-established relationship!!

keep up the great work! you're amazing 🫰

here is my list of everything i’m currently working on and plan on posting soon !!

brother’s best friend mystery, inspired by kehlani’s undercover

breeding with baby

abby whispering your name between push up’s [posted 06/08/2025]

face masks with romance

idol!reader wearing an ‘i heart abby’ t-shirt [scheduled to post on 28/07/2025]

bf!mystery hanging out with zoey and gf!reader getting insecure

quiet pining abby who accidentally confesses

giving inexperienced!mystery a handjob [posted 26/07/2025]

knight!jinu having a forbidden relationship with princess!reader

part 2 of practicing kissing with baby

i’ll cross out and add the link to completed wips and add new wips as i go.