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There are many perks to having a demon boyfriend. One of them, of course, is that he can teleport. It comes in handy when you’re tired after a day of grueling choreography but still want to go out to eat, or if you need to escape a horde of ten thousand screaming fans, or…
If you’re bored as fuck backstage, waiting to be called up for this week’s Inkigayo results.
Mira knows that solo promotions are inevitable. Huntrix is still going strong, of course–they have no other choice–but as senior idols with increasingly long bucket lists of diverging creative directions they want to explore, they have to splinter off eventually.
Really, it started as early as their fourth comeback, when Zoey released a B-side that somehow racked up double digits of Perfect All Kills. It did remarkably little for the Honmoon, since it had no harmonies outside of some backing vocals Rumi provided and was too hard tempo-wise for most people to sing along to, but it stoked the fans’ appetite for solo content. Then at the end of their first contract (the idol one, the hunter ones have at least another two decades on them), after the calamity that was their sixth Idol Awards, Rumi put out a little EP that would go on to define an entire half-generation of girl group debuts. (If only Jinu, as adorable as he is all lovesick, would shut up about how she reminded the industry about the importance of vocals.) And now…
Truthfully, Mira was–still is–nervous. She can sing, of course, and she’s had years of training and performing. But as much as she pushed that blunt, independent image, she loves having Zoey and Rumi with her on stage, backstage, in interviews, on variety shows, every step of the process. Rationally, she knows she can command a stage for three minutes and twenty-eight seconds. Emotionally, she feels lonely.
Everything’s going much better than she thought. Her fans are very supportive, more than enough to drown out the criticism of her antis who pick at her vocal range, creative direction, and body image. Rumi and Zoey each sent her coffee trucks in support for her first few shows. And Romance has always sat with her in those ungodly hours of the morning, bringing her breakfast and iced Americanos so that her human friends can actually get some rest.
But Mira misses Zoey’s chatter and Rumi’s constant plotting during those many hours of sitting and waiting. That’s something she can never replace.
At least the Saja Boys are currently in between promotions.
She feels him before she sees him, hair tickling her cheek and arms holding her so tightly she feels like they’re melting together. Romance loves draping himself over her, pressing her back against his chest. He always says it’s because it’s easier for him to kiss the spot at the base of her neck that never fails to make her cave, and why wouldn’t he enjoy feeling her against every inch of him? Mira suspects it’s also because he likes grinding against her, reminding her how much he wants nothing more than to fuck her into oblivion.
Needy motherfucker. That’s exactly what they did last weekend. Yet he always acts like the well-fed cat that pretends it's been starving for weeks.
Damn demons and their libido. Not that she minds, given how she’s encouraging him now.
“How do you always know exactly where I’m standing?” Mira asks, fighting to speak through the sensations along her neck and shoulders. “Watch it. You’re going to smear my makeup.”
She knows he won’t. He’s always prided himself on only leaving marks where he can see them.
“I can’t tell you all my secrets, can I?”
Romance carefully rolls up the hem of her crop top. His fingers work underneath her sheer lacy bra, rolling and pinching her nipples as he plays with her breasts.
“This is so pretty,” and she just knows he’s thinking about how his demon claws would shred it immediately, “for something no one will see.”
“Fine, I wore it with you in mind,” and her back arches against him as he sucks on the delicate skin between her shoulder blades. “We don’t have all evening. So get on with it.”
“So hasty. And I thought you missed me.”
“Ro, shut up.” Mira grinds her hips on his lap, letting him feel her ass along his length. “I’ve had a long day.”
“And how do you think I feel? Alone at home-”
“You have the others.”
“Would that really be an improvement, though? Abby and Baby, unfortunately, are the soundest argument against giving us too many breaks.” He leans in, reminding her how soft and dewy his lips are as he wets them. “And then I think about you. How hot your choreography is. How much I want to hold you.”
“And that’s exactly why they’re never letting us do a joint stage together.”
Romance laughs softly, his breath warm on her skin. “Like when you lift your leg up to your head during the prechorus? It drives me crazy.”
“That move? It’s not even the most impressive one.”
“I don’t know. It fits well with the beat, and it awakens something in me. And it’s not an easy move, either. I’m impressed you always nail it.”
Mira grinds faster on him. In the corner of her eye, she can see a streak of purple pass over his face, even as he forces his hands to move slowly over her thighs.
“You should know by this point I’m very flexible.”
“For a human, yes.”
Mira stops and gently pries him off her. Romance whimpers, but nonetheless, he stays his distance, choosing to unbuckle his pants and touch himself to the sight of her. She tries not to stare too long at his pretty cock, angled to fit inside her mouth perfectly.
She unzips her skirt–the fabric wrinkles easily and she really does not want to tear it at this point–and slips her underwear down her leg. Looking backwards to make sure she doesn’t knock over bottles of anything, she hops to sit on the ledge in front of the mirror. Slowly, making sure their eye contact never breaks, Mira carefully spreads her legs until they’re wide open in a perfect split.
“Then I guess you have no interest in fucking me like this,” she says.
Though she’d never confess it, it is a precarious position. The splits themselves aren’t the hardest part. Rather, it’s making sure that she’s balanced enough that she sits at the edge of the table, but not so much that she’d fall off. But the setting of it all–the mirror behind her that reminds them both exactly where they are, the reminder that nothing except that locked door separates them from the rest of the world, the fact that she’s spread wide open for his taking–excites Mira so much she can hold the position longer than usual. She doesn’t need to touch herself to know that her slit is so wet it feels cool against the air-conditioned room.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” and his eyes flash gold for a moment.
Romance carefully slips off his pants. He walks up to her, his pace tantalizingly slow, and if her hands weren’t busy keeping her balanced, Mira would tear his shirt off. Maybe she didn’t think this through enough, because she can think of a million ways she could touch him…if she didn’t need to hold herself upright.
He rubs his cock, dripping wet with precome, along the seam of her pussy. When he moves it up to slide against her clit, Mira bites her lip, trying not to moan too loudly or fall off the ledge.
“God I needed this,” she whispers, carefully lifting her hips to press closer to him.
But he’s still absolutely mesmerized at the sight of her. She loves how effusive he is, even when she stays quiet because her heart feels so full anything she could say to him feels like a disservice. In the very beginning, she used to disappear on him, too afraid of ruining whatever they were building, yet he always showed up and stayed with her until she felt safe enough to open up.
She shivers when his tip slips down and teases her needy entrance. “Don’t just stand there. Put it in.”
The downside is that sometimes he just wants to admire her, like he can’t believe they even got to this point. It’s worse when there’s a mirror and two of her for him to be enamored with.
“Ro,” and Mira hates that she’s whining, but fuck, she’s going to come if he keeps fingering her clit with his dick, and then he’s going to be so smug. “Please. Fuck me.”
“In due time, sweetheart.”
He leans in to kiss her, his tongue so filthy her shoulders would bang against the mirror if his hand didn’t coil around her torso just then. He steadies her, and when he’s sure she won’t fall immediately, he pulls out a condom from his shirt pocket.
“I’m on birth control,” she reminds him, pouting instinctively. She can’t get enough of fucking him raw, both because the skin-to-skin intimacy drives her crazy and because she loves how his warmth floods her and then drips down her legs. “And it doesn’t feel the same. You know that.”
“I know,” he says, and somehow he makes the act of rolling latex over his cock titillating to watch. It’s his fingers, really, those long pretty fingers that caress her perfectly. “What I wouldn't give to fill you up right now. But we wouldn’t want me dripping down your legs on livestream, would we?”
She rolls her eyes, smiling when he comes in to quickly peck her lips. Then his hand closes back around her slender waist before he sinks his throbbing cock into her pussy.
Mira’s thighs tremble the moment the tip enters her. She bites her lip, trying not to scream at the tantalizing contact. He’s only moving gently because he doesn’t want to ruin her outfit or hurt her in this position–she certainly has the bruises on her hips to testify otherwise–but she needs more.
She looks down, mesmerized at the sight of her pussy lips gripping his thick shaft as it slides in and out of her. Usually he needs to finger her beforehand, to stretch her out and get her ready to take him, but god she’s desperate today.
“Faster,” she begs.
“The door might be closed, but we are in public,” he whispers, rolling his hips forward and sinking so deeply into her that she shakes. “You don’t want people to hear us, do you?”
“But I need you,” and she stares at him with sweet, softly widened eyes. “I’ve been alone and tired since 4 AM. You’re the only thing I could think of all day. I was so lonely and sad earlier, sitting here by myself, watching everyone else with their groups, and what I wanted more than anything was for you to hug me. No, needed. I need you so badly, Ro.”
His breath catches in his throat. She feels him grow even harder inside her.
“Fuck, Mira, you drive me crazy.” A demonic tone enters his voice. “You’re unbelievably tight. If I go any faster, I'm going to come.”
It turns out even demons can be sentimental, and this one in particular is a sucker for softly whispered adoration. They’ve taken each other in every way imaginable, some so lewd Mira blushes just thinking about them, yet every time she looks at him just right, letting her shoulders and spirit relax so that he can feel her love beaming at him like sunshine, he melts like she's touching him for the very first time.
Is it surprising, though? It’s what he sold his soul for, after all, to be loved for who he is beneath the beauty and charm, to find someone who will never abandon him.
Someone who will still love him when he's no longer beautiful.
And truthfully, Mira can't fault him.
“But you just got here,” she pouts, even as her whole body shivers at the way his swollen tip pulses against her walls. She can feel her juices dripping onto her thighs and hear her pussy squelch every time he enters her.
Romance laughs. “You know very well this is deeper than-”
“Is it?”
His groin presses right against hers. “Think about the position you’re in.”
“I don’t know. We are motion limited. What about that time you folded me in half, or when I bent my legs over my head and you fucked-”
“Maybe not. All right. I just like seeing you like this.” His thumb brushes against her erect nipple, flicking it slowly. The sensation goes straight to her pussy, and she can see his patterns flash briefly when it milks him. “Spread open, so needy you called me over just to fuck your brains out.”
“Needy? You-”
Her legs shake. Romance freezes instantly.
“Your legs are cramping,” he says, and now he's concerned “have you eaten enough today” Ro instead of “I’m going to come just from eating you out” Ro. “Do you want to-”
“I can hold this for minutes,” Mira insists, even though the stiffness in her thighs is distracting her from her lust.
He shakes his head. “It has already been minutes.”
“Then I guess you-”
Someone knocks at the door, and both of them immediately freeze.
“Mira-nim?” An Inkigayo employee's voice rings. “Are you ready? You're up in fifteen minutes.”
Mira presses a finger to Romance's lips, immediately regretting her choice when he sucks it.
“I will be.” She puts on her best polished idol, “definitely not mid-thrust with the boyfriend I smuggled in” voice. “Thank you for the reminder!”
As soon as the coast is clear, Romance lifts her off the stone makeup table.
“Sounds like we're on a tight schedule, then,” and he bends her over before she can say a single word.
She has mere seconds to position her hands against the mirror before he enters her in one fell swoop. No longer forced to restrain himself so that she doesn’t fall, Romance becomes downright aggressive with his motions.
“Fuck, Ro. I can never get enough of you. You’re so perfect.” Mira bites her tongue when he angles his hips just right, and the thick head of his cock drags across a spot of pleasure so deep she can’t reach it herself. “Maybe we should have done this from the start.”
“I don’t mind,” and he nips her sensitive earlobe. “I liked seeing you on display for me. Reminding me that the rest of the world can admire you all they want, but only I am allowed to enjoy you.”
His mouth sinks into the skin right below where the neckline of her skimpiest performance outfit would fall, and she can feel his fangs against her skin, adding to the lovebites. His hands settle around her, one groping her breasts and stomach while the other rubs her clit with surprising gentleness.
Mira knows exactly what this is. He’s trying to make her come first. But she’s nothing if not stubborn, even when she feels like she’s dissolving.
Romance always tries to take her in positions where he can see her face, and when he can’t, he tries to turn her head or push their faces together. So she carefully moves her hands and rotates her head so that she can stare right into his lovely eyes, and he inhales sharply.
“I love you, Mira,” he whispers. “I love you so much.”
“Love you too,” she gasps, pushing her ass into him.
His mouth sinks into a smile.
“My entire existence has been a series of suffering and terrible decisions,” he murmurs. He strokes her clit between two fingers, petting it until she whimpers. His other hand tugs at her nipple, trying to push her to the finish line before they run out of time. “But I would gladly do it all over again, forfeit my soul a second time, when it means I get to meet you, and hold you, and wake up next to you-”
He moves in to kiss her, and once he tastes her, he can’t tear his lips away. Mira feels like she’s being devoured, every inch of her body burning from his obsession. She can’t get enough of his words, as pretty as the face that bewitched her the moment she saw him, but feeling his love on her skin, under her fingers, inside her…
It’s too much.
Pleasure floods her body, starting in her pussy and nipples and rippling through the rest of her, making her fall slack against the table and mirror as he fucks her relentlessly, not slowing down even when she’s too breathless to say his name. But most of all, the sight of him, blurry and beaming through her half-lidded eyes, sets her heart on fire, augmenting every sensation that crosses her nerves, and when he looks back at her like he can’t believe he’s finally found her-
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave. Her knees weaken and her pussy milks him desperately. She can feel him pulsing as he comes, too, and the feeling of him jerking inside her makes her arch to press against him, because god, her body needs every bit of him it can get.
They stand in silence, fighting to catch their breath. And then Romance, ever-so-responsible, looks to the clock in the corner.
“Five minutes left,” he says. “Go wipe up. I’ll clean up here.”
Mira closes her eyes, still leaning on the table.
“Darling,” and he bends down to kiss her cheek. He readjusts her bra, giving her breasts one last caress while his fingers linger a little too long on her nipples. “You don’t have much time. Get up.”
“But I want to stay here. With you.”
“I’ll be at home later, and I’m not going anywhere. So come on.” Romance laughs softly. “I know it sucks. But your promotions will be over soon. You’ll get through, and then you’ll look back at it all with nostalgia.”
He carefully lifts her up and runs his fingers through her slightly disheveled hair. She leans against him for one precarious second, and then she puts her idol face back on.
“That’s my Mira,” and he kisses her forehead tenderly. “So strong and resilient-”
“Oh, shut up,” but she’s smiling from ear to ear even as she zips her skirt back on and starts heading to the door. “You’re making it way too hard to walk away.”