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The door slams open and closed, the unmistakable sounds of a demon makne coming home filling the place. I look up from the couch where I'm reading, smiling. Baby walks in, groaning and rubbing his shoulders through his big pink sweater.
His teal hair is slick with sweat under the lights, and his turquoise eyes flash with annoyance, not at me. I stand up, pressing a chaste kiss to his sweaty cheek, and say, "Welcome back, my love. How was practice?"
"Grueling," He grumbles, his deep voice laced with affection towards me and a demonic undertone he can't hide when he's grumpy.
"Jinu made us go over Fallen Angel at least ten times. At this rate, I'm expecting another night on the sidewalk in sleeping bags!" As he continues to rant, I nod along, going, "Mmhm. Yep. Mm, that sounds like a lot."
I walk around him, taking off and putting away his bag, removing his sweater and making him kick off his shoes. I then pick him up, as always a small light goes off in the back of my mind, happy about how light he is, and how easy to pick up.
He yelps, glaring at me playfully, but puts his arms around my neck as I carry him up the stairs to our room.
I deposit him in the bathroom, then turn the shower on. He catches on and starts to remove his clothing, still ranting about Jinu.
I smile, thinking of the Saja boys poor leader, having to deal with four whiny demons. Thank Gwi-Ma Rumi's there to help him.
As if reading my mind, Baby says, stripping his pants, "And he and Rumi have so much PDA, it's ridiculous! They're constantly sneaking off to make out, and then he has the audacity to yell at us for slacking off!?"
He stands up, fully naked, and I admire his form. With a flat, smooth stomach with skinny but muscular thighs, he's the smallest of the Saja boys. I've read the comments to his MVs and videos, calling him things like a 'subby twink', and even though he complains about the comments, he doesn't seem to mind when I call him those things.
And, looking at him now, I don't disagree with them. I don't like fans lusting after my man, but they're not entirely wrong. I've heard some people, fans mostly, complain that I chose somebody 'like him'. But, to be honest, I love him. His personality, his voice. And, of course, his slutty little waist makes me forget about any haters.
Baby steps into the shower, letting the hot water flow over his skin. When I look again, I see the scars across the ivory skin of his back, some from his past life, some more recent, inflicted by Gwi-Ma.
A pang shoots through me, but I quickly strip, step in and kiss his shoulder gently, running my tongue over the scar lovingly. He purrs loudly and leans back into me, no reason to hold himself back within the private confines of our home.
I lean forward to his ear and whisper, "Give me a minute, doll. I've got just the thing to relieve your stress." He looks over his shoulder, smirking, and kisses me fiercely.
The taste of spicy food and candies fills my mouth and onto my tongue, somehow mixing in a way that makes my head spin in the best way and makes me purr this time. "You gonna suck me off? That would help." He murmurs against me.
I laugh against his full, soft lips, and step out. I walk over to our nightstand and pull out his favorite, a purple one that's not too big, but not small by any means, and a bottle of cotton candy lube.
After strapping the dildo onto my waist and hips, I go back to the shower and come up behind Baby. He jolts slightly at the feeling of the fake cock pressing against his ass, looking over his shoulder and swallowing thickly. He sees my face and laughs.
"What, you think you can handle me? You won't be able to Dom me." I smirk, leaning closer. "You say that every time." I turn him towards me and press him up against the shower walls, which moves me under the rush with him.
He tilts his head, patterns flashing not out of anger, but arousal upon seeing me, naked but for a dark purple dildo attached to me with leather straps, water running down my body, droplets dripping off my hard nipples.
He smirks and reaches a hand forward, stroking my skin. I bring my lips to his neck, kissing and biting gently before dropping to my knees. His eyes widen as I put my hands on his soft, ivory thighs. "I-the-" He stops, then grins, putting a now clawed hand in my hair. "Ah, finally realized you can't Dom me?"
I smack his thigh harshly, and he yelps, then tries to cover it up and pass it off as a smug laugh. He's always like this, bratty even when his cheeks are stained with tears and his cock is fully milked and empty.
I lick a long stripe up his hardening dick, rubbing my thighs together when he shudders under my touch.
I put his full length in my mouth, suppressing a gag when he slides just past my tonsils. He throws his head back against the tile walls, letting out a loud moan.
"Angh! Ah-ah-Y/n-mmfph! Nnnan!" I smile around him. He grips my hair tight and attempt to take control and fuck my mouth. "Good girl-ANH!"
I growl, pinning his hips firmly on the wall to keep him still. I can't help but think it's adorable when he tries to take control. I know why he does it, too. He loves being punished, but that's for another time.
I continue sucking him off for a few minutes, and after a while, I can feel his hips start stuttering, his moans and breathing more jagged, his legs weaker. He's close. "Ah! Mm! Y/n, I'm gonna cum down your throat-" I pull off just before he can release, and he growls in annoyance. "Y/n!"
I stand up, smirking, and bring him under the still running water. I take his loofa out of it's protective bag and run it over his body. I continue to touch and stroke him, effectively cleaning him off, occasionally stroking him to keep him in the mood and just teetering on the edge.
By the end, he's trembling and panting, trying and failing miserably to keep up the brave, dominant facade. "Hah-hah-y-you-is that all you've g-got? N-nice try, b-but you can't pretend to be the dom in this relationship forever."
He lunges forward, pinning me to the wall and attacking my throat with his fangs and clearly pretending his red, leaking cock isn't affecting him as much as it is. I scoff and jerk my hips forward. He poorly stifles a moan when our cocks touch, his twitching violently where it's pressed against his stomach.
I step forward, under his arms and to the side, lifting his up onto my shoulder. He yelps. "Wh-hey! Put me down, you little brat!" I laugh. "I'm the brat?" I carry him, still slung over my shoulder out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. I've had the fire place roaring and heaters on, so the room's as warm at the bathroom.
Despite this, I toss Baby on the bed and go to the nightstand to get some cookie scented lotion. I squirt a little on my hand, rub them together, and start gently massaging the cream into Baby's skin.
He makes a sound that Jinu would most certainly not approve of and melts into me. His muscles are hard and tense, but they relax somewhat under my nimble fingers. He purrs louder than Derpy as I continue to rub the nice smelling cream into his skin.
I start to slowly but harshly kiss his shoulder gently, then his neck, sucking and biting a small bruise into his body. He bites his lip and leans back into me, grinding himself on the fake dick.
I smile, land a palm to his ass cheek playfully, and stand up abruptly. He yelps, glaring at me, but I pick him up by his hips and toss him onto the bed. My hands shoot forward and yank his legs apart.
He moans. "Ahm-you'll never be able to take me properly. I-it'll be fun to see you try, though." I raise my eyebrows cheekily. "Whatever you need to tell yourself."
His hands are up by his head, his skin wet with water, cock painfully hard and dripping with pre cum.
He's a beautiful sight, almost enough to make me orgasm from looking at him alone. I don't even realize I'm touching myself until he moans at the sight of me masturbating while on my knee above him.
I pull out the lube again, popping the cap open and dribbling a little onto my finger. I reach down and start slowly circling his puckering hole. He puts his head back, writhing under my touch.
"Ah! Ahm! Y/n…" I bite my lip and add more lube onto his ass and my index finger. Slowly, I push my first finger inside him.
It finally slips past the tight ring of muscle that guards his insides. Then, I push it farther until I'm up to the knuckle inside him. He makes pretty sounds the whole time, hips moving on my hand.
My finger slips out and back in, pumping and trying different angles to find the one that always makes him feel the best. I find his prostate and start rubbing, grinning wolfishly at the loud groan that rips from his throat.
I add a second finger, touching his sensitive spot with two talented digits, and finger him with expert speed and just enough friction to keep him on the edge, but refusing to let him orgasm just yet.
After a few more minutes, a third finger enters him, and he bucks his hips wildly at the intrusion, still making breathless comments about how much better I could do, goading me and egging me on to 'at least try'.
I remove my fingers, the room filling with a wet, slick, filthy sound ending in a small pop. I tilt my head, admiring my work. His hole is wet, prepped and open, his chest is heaving and soaked with sweat.
I smile and pour more lube onto my palm before spreading it thickly on the dildo. I line up the tip, pressing it to his hole. My E/c eyes meet his teary blue ones, and he forces a shaky smile on his face through the salt water streaming down his cheeks. "A-are you gonna do it or what-"
I push the whole thing into him. He arches his back, a small scream tearing from his throat. I set the pace, brutal and punishing, fucking him up the bed. His hands scramble for purchase, finding sanctuary on my shoulders.
He digs his claws in, holding to me like his life depends on it as I bury myself in him over and over again. "AH! Anhgh…ma…mommy! Y/n!" This is the only time Baby's bratty attitude drops, the only time he'll stop talking back is when he's being fucked so hard he can barely talk at all.
I reach down, grabbing his knees, and bring them up to his shoulders to get a better angle. He moans and screams, moving his hips desperately on my cock. I continue pegging him for at least the next thirty minutes, slowing down just enough to chase his orgasm away every time he get's close again.
After a few minutes, Baby finally gasps out, "Y/n, please." I look down at him, panting. "What is it, little slut?" He moans at the name. "P-please, I-I need to cum. Please. Please let me cum, Y/n." I smile. "As you wish, princess."
I resume fucking him, harder and faster than before, and start stroking his cock roughly. His sounds are loud enough to make the windows rattle, and I hear a crack. I reach down, wrapping a hand lightly around his neck. "Cum, slut."
His body shudders, his eyes roll back, and Baby orgasms all over himself, wet, hot ribbons of white splashing all over my hand and his chest.
I ride him through it, to the point where he's whimpering and trembling with overstimulation. I stop, bending down to press my forehead to his.
I slowly slide out, the lewd sound making him sigh. His eyelids droop tiredly, and he rubs his eyes. I smile and lift him into my arms. I snap my fingers, and the sheets change, the cum disappears along with the dildo and straps, and we're both clean.
I gently lower him down under the black satin, coming up behind him to spoon him, my arms wrapped tightly around his stomach and waist. He coos and nuzzles into me. I kiss the top of his head, enjoying how small and safe he feels in my arms. "I think we may have cracked the bed frame," He says quietly. I look up, and realize he's right. Ah well. "Worth it." He nods in agreement and presses himself closer to me.
"Mine," I whisper, half out of habit, half because I was thinking it. "Yours," He mumbles. "But next time, you'll pay for that." I feel myself smile, and I say, just before we both drift off, "You say that every time." My little bratty demon idol. Mine, forever.
Outtakes:
Best kind of pain
Saja boys: Soo…what'd you do after practice last night?
Baby: *Lying on the couch covered in ice packs and heating pads* Um…I fucked her. Hard. Yep, had her begging for it.
Saja boys:…Yeah…sure…
Romance: Just go with it.
First I've heard
Jinu:…
Baby: *Can barely walk* *Is covered with bite marks* *Is horse from screaming*
Jinu: *On the phone* Yeah, can we move up the concert next week?…Yeah, Baby got his ass handed to him again…
Baby: *Insisting he's the Dom in your relationship*
Romance: No one believes that for a second.
Abby: Wait, wha?
Romance: *Patting the head of his dumb himbo boyfriend* *Feeds Abby a cookie*
Broken beds
Huntrix: *Helping to carry the broken bed out of your apartment* Soo...was it worth it?
Y/n: Yes.