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Jinu is beyond embarrassed, you can tell by the way his lashes flutter against flushed cheeks as he keeps his eyes screwed shut while he rides you. His hips roll hesitantly, as scared to show how turned on he actually is.

“Look at me, Jinu.” Your voice is sweet but firm, your hands trailing up his sides, gently stroking his skin, both your voice and your touch urging him to face you.

He shakes his head quickly, hair silky black hair falling into his face.

“I can stop this, you know?” You warn, lips curling. “Make you get off my cock and take care of yourself.”

His eyes snap open instantly, wide and desperate. “No—please.”

“That’s my good boy.” You chuckle, thumb brushing his hipbone. “I can’t believe you’re jealous of Baby. He’s a literal baby.”

“He’s a demon,” Jinu hisses back, anger and possessiveness sharp in his voice.

“You’re all demons.” You supply unhelpfully, and Jinu scoffs, offended. “That doesn’t mean we’re all the same. He’s a fucking snake. He wants you. I can smell it on him.” 

Jinu was working himself up thinking about it, and while it was all very amusing to you—if only because you know the other demon is doing it on purpose to annoy him—you don’t want to watch him spiral. 

Instead, you reach your hand down, grabbing his cock and stroking him as he rides you, coaxing a groan out of his throat and interrupting his angry spiel. 

“There you go,” You murmur, encouraging him while your fist works his length. “My pretty boy. You look so good riding my cock. Come on, go faster. You can take it.”

Jinu moans as you smack his ass, his hands wandering up to clutch at your breasts. His eyes darken, hunger spilling out in the moans that leave his throat. 

“You like them a lot, don’t you?” You tease and he nods harshly. 

“Yeah,” He admits breathlessly, squeezing a little too hard. “All mine. Not Baby’s. Every time I see him staring at them, it makes me wanna gouge his eyes out.”

“Gentle, Jinu.” You swat his hands away and he instantly lets up, massaging your breasts apologetically, his thumbs swiping over your hardened nipples in a way that makes you arch up into him, nudging the strap-on deeper inside his ass and making him seize up. 

“Sorry. Just jealous.” He gasps, his head falling down in shame. 

You reach out, propping his head up with a finger while you continue to stroke his cock, firmer and faster now, making him jerk forward helplessly. “Stupid boy. You’ve got nothing to be jealous of. Look at you—my dark, handsome boy.”

Jinu moans, head dropping back as your hand slides over his body, touching and squeezing every inch of his skin possessively. His hips stutter, riding you faster, his voice breaking.

“That feels good on your pretty dick?” You tease, your thumb dragging lazily across the flushed tip, smearing the wetness there.

“Yeah—gonna cum,” He gasps, voice breaking. His hands are everywhere at once, frantic and desperate, grabbing at your breasts, clutching your waist, squeezing your thighs—anything to anchor him to you as his whole body trembles, every muscle straining as he teeters on the edge.

“Do it, baby,” You coax, stroking him tighter, faster. “Cum for me. Let me take care of you.”

That’s all it takes. Jinu’s back arches, a raw cry tearing from his throat as he cums hard, spilling in thick pulses over your hand and stomach. His thighs quake, hips jerking helplessly as you keep working him through it, milking every last drop until he’s whimpering from the overstimulation.

You soothe him even as he comes down from his high, murmuring low praises to the flustered demon boy. His body collapses against you, shivering and breathless, his cock twitching weakly in your grip.

When his eyes finally flutter open, glassy and dazed, you smile up at him, still stroking him lightly. “That’s it, my pretty boy. Look at the mess you made for me. I wouldn’t let anyone else do this to me. Only you.”

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“What a pretty boy. My pretty, silly boy who is jealous over nothing.” You tease him, laughing at the way his cheeks puff out and his eyes narrow–the angrier he becomes, the cute he looks to you. “I could never look at anyone else.” 

You drive into him steadily, hips snapping as your hand works his cock in rhythm. The way his body arches under you, flushed and trembling, only makes you press harder, stroke tighter.

“Ro, does it feel good?” You murmur lowly, your hand curling around his cock purposefully, dragging the movement out as your palm reaching the sensitive head of his cock. 

He bites down on his lip, holding the sound in, jaw tight as he fights the urge to admit it. Romance is nothing but a pleaser. He is dying to tell you how much he loves it, how much he loves you, but his jealousy is getting the best of him, working him up over nothing. 

Silly boy. Your silly, silly lover boy. Luckily, you know just how to deal with his little tantrums. 

You don’t let up. Your fingers curl around his red, leaking cock, stroking it with deliberate cruelty. “Come on, baby, don’t be a brat. I know you’re jealous, but I wanna hear your pretty sounds. You’re always so loud for me. I know you wanna scream.”

He tenses, muscles rigid, teeth sinking into his lip so hard it looks painful.

You laugh softly, taunting. “Are you mad I was flirting with Abs? You know I just like making him blush.”

Romance squirms beneath your hand, the pleasure written all over his face, but his pout sneaks through, lips pushing out as he mutters, “You like making him blush too much. Bet you don’t look at him the way you look at me though. I’m better than him. I know I am.”

His voice wavers, sharp with jealousy but still needy, daring you to contradict him. His chest heaves, eyes wide and glistening, waiting—needing—your answer.

You smirk, leaning down until your lips brush his jaw. “Oh, baby. Of course you’re better than Abby. How could you think otherwise?”

Your hand twists around his cock just right, making him gasp. “You’ve ruined me, Ro. You’ve ruined every other man for me. Abby could never touch me the way you do. No one could. You’re the only one.”

Romance shudders, a choked whine spilling out of him as his pout dissolves into desperation. “Mine,” he insists, voice breaking as he thrusts helplessly into your fist. “All mine.”

“Yours,” you whisper against his ear, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Only yours. My pretty boy.”

His whole body trembles, fingers digging into your skin like he’s trying to fuse you together, and the jealousy that had him bristling moments ago now burns into raw, unfiltered need.

His breath shudders out of him, chest rising and falling like he’s just run a marathon. His eyes flick up to you, dark and glassy, but he doesn’t say a word. His lips are trembling from the pressure he’s putting on them, biting down so hard you’re half afraid he’ll split the skin.

“Mm,” you hum, dragging your thumb across the swollen head of his cock, smearing the bead of slick across it just to make him twitch. “You are mad, aren’t you? All worked up because I smiled at him.”

Romance shakes his head stubbornly, but his body betrays him. His hips buck up into your fist, chasing the friction even as he tries to keep that stoic mask in place.

“Liar.” You tilt your head, watching him unravel slowly under your hand. “You get jealous so easy, baby. It’s cute.”

That word finally cracks him. A strangled sound slips out of his throat, caught between a whimper and a growl, and you grin triumphantly.

“There it is,” you whisper, stroking him tighter, faster. “That’s the voice I wanted. Don’t hide from me, Ro. You know I always get what I want out of you.”

His lashes flutter, his hand shooting out to clutch at your wrist as though he can control the pace. But he doesn’t stop you—he never could.

“Say it,” you press, leaning down until your lips hover over his ear. “Say what you want. Or I’ll stop.”

His body jolts at the threat, panic flashing across his face. He shakes his head violently, the dam breaking at last.

“Feels so fucking good,” he chokes, finally letting the words spill out, his voice cracking. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop.”

You smile against his skin, satisfied. “Good boy.”

His body jerks at that, a sharp moan finally escaping despite himself. His cock spills in your hand, cum streaking across his stomach, his thighs trembling violently as you keep fucking into him through it.

“Oh my gosh, look how much you’re cumming.” You slow your fist just enough to smear the mess across his skin, watching his face twist in overstimulation. “You’ve covered yourself all up. Pretty boy.”

His eyes flutter shut, shame and bliss mixing until he can’t tell which is which.

You press your lips against his temple, voice low but sure. “What a pretty boy. I could never look at anyone else.”

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You hold Abby’s hips, guiding him as he rides you, his thighs trembling as he bounces eagerly. Every time he sinks down, you stroke his sides, watching the way his face twists with pleasure.

“Such a strong, handsome boy,” You praise, pride heavy in your voice.

He looks down at you, lips parted, voice shining with need. “More handsome than Jinu?”

You coo at him, fingers brushing over his flushed chest. “Of course. How could I ever look at him when I got you?”

“But you did,” He whines, eyes burning with jealousy, and you silence him with an open, wet kiss that melts his protests away—his heavy cock dragging more easily along your stomach as you get closer to him, leaving a trail of wet precum as he ruts against you, fucking himself raw in his desperation. You let him. You let him use you until he’s dizzy, until his body tenses and aches from chasing the high he deserves.

But when his shaky hands move to stroke himself, you catch his wrist and pull it away firmly.

“You can cum without hands.” You challenge, quirking an eyebrow at him. “You can show me what a good boy you are, right?”

He squirms, trying to grab his cock again, your words making him burn inside, but you don’t let up, keeping his hands off himself. His eyes glisten as he groans, “You’re so mean.”

You only smile, rubbing soothing circles into his hipbone in apology. “You can do it, baby. I know you can. You’re always so good for me.” 

He shakes his head, lip wobbling, thighs quivering as he sinks down on you again. His cock smears another wet line across your stomach, leaving him gasping at the sensation but still unsatisfied.

“Hurts,” He whines, voice breaking.

“I know it does,” You coo, guiding his pert ass and helping move him along your strap, his cock dragging maddeningly along your tummy, his precum burning your skin as gathering molten heat in the pit of your stomach. But you hold back. It's not about you right now. You have to make your silly boy feel better.“But it’s a gonna feel all the better when you finally cum. Just keep going, love. Let me see you work for it.”

He grits his teeth, thrusting down harder. His whole body is taut with need, every muscle straining as he tries to find that edge without the ease of his fist. 

His pace falters, and he growls in frustration, tears slipping from his pretty eyes.

“Shh,” You soothe, caressing his sweaty face. “You’re doing so well. Look at you, riding me like that. My strong boy. My perfect boy. You can do it, just let go for me.”

Encouraged, he straightens up again, panting, his cock smacking and dragging sloppily across your stomach as he rocks faster, chasing the press of your strap against his prostate and the friction of his cock against your skin. His thighs burn from the effort, his body trembling, but he doesn’t stop. His moans spill out uncontrolled now, every sound raw and needy as he pushes himself closer, closer…

“Please,” He gasps, almost entirely wrecked. “Please, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” You squeeze his waist, meeting his frantic rhythm with steady thrusts upward, forcing him to feel every inch of your strap. “You’re so close. Cum for me, baby. Cum without your hands. Show me.”

And finally, his body breaks. His back arches violently, a sob tearing out of him as his cock spurts untouched, painting your chest and stomach in thick, hot ropes. His thighs shake so hard you have to hold him steady, your arms wrapped around him as he rides out the waves, crying against your skin.

“That’s it,” You murmur, stroking his back, coaxing him through the aftershocks. “My good boy. You didn’t even need your hands, did you?”

He trembles, lips still quivering, and shakes his head weakly, collapsing against you as his body finally gives out.  “No. Just need you. Need you so bad.”

“Aw, baby, you'll always have me. I'm not going anywhere. Only yours.” You cradle him close, murmuring praise into his ear while his cock twitches against your stomach, spent and sated.

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He’s on his side, arms tied behind his back, the rope biting into his wrists every time he struggles. His claws dig deep holes into the mattress, the slutty little skirt you’ve made him wear doing nothing to hide the vibrator humming mercilessly inside him.

It works him open, pressing right against his prostate, keeping him desperate and needy. His cock leaks steadily, precum smearing across his thighs and staining the sheets beneath him as his body bucks helplessly against the constant vibration. Every thrust of his hips only makes it worse, spreading the slick mess over his skin, making him look ruined and obscene.

Sweat slicks his chest, trickles down his temple, clinging to his damp hair that covers half his flushed face. You can’t see the look in his eyes but you can see him trembling from head to toe, every muscle strung tight with frustration.

Low, guttural growls pour out of him, coming from deep in his chest, getting only slightly muffled when he buries his face into the bedding. His teeth sink into the sheets, tearing at the fabric like an animal, anything to cope with the relentless vibration inside him.

But you don’t let up, turning the speed even higher, the high-pitched whir of the engine getting drowned out by the demon’s own noises. But despite how desperate he’s getting, despite how much he wants it, it never tips him over the edge, just holding him at that maddening brink. His thighs shake violently, his cock twitching with every pulse, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as the pleasure melts his brain.

“Does it hurt, puppy?” You murmur, reaching your hand out, stroking a line down his trembling thigh, your voice sweet and cruel all at once. “Does it hurt to be this full, this desperate, and not be allowed to cum?”

“Baby…” He groans, hips jerking helplessly as if that one word can make you cave. He flicks his head back, the movement partially pushing his slick hair out of his eyes, allowing you to see them flutter open, glazed with tears, pupils blown wide as they dart to you. 

Oh, he’s bringing out the big guns. He knows how weak you are for his puppy eyes… But you won’t give in this time. His eyes may be sweet but watching him slowly break apart like this for you is even sweeter. 

You wrap your hand loosely around his cock, not stroking him but only smearing the sticky mess down the length to feel how swollen and red he is. He keens at the barest touch, thighs trembling harder.

“I can see it all over you,” You whisper, clicking your tongue. “My poor puppy. Hurting so bad, but you get off on it, don’t you? You always cum the hardest when I am mean to you.”

He growls again, muffled but raw, his hips pushing forward against your hand, trying to fuck himself into your fist but you quickly pull it away, smacking his thigh with your sticky hand.  

“Answer me,” You press, giving the vibrator a slight nudge to push it deeper inside him, watching him jolt. 

His voice breaks, a ruined whine spilling past clenched teeth. “Y-yeah… love it… please.”

You smile, stroking his damp hair away from his face to see his pretty eyes completely, savoring how glossy they become when you push him just right.

He twists, turning onto his back and spreading his legs wide, his red cock standing hot and dripping for you to see.  

“Please,” He begs, bucking his hips in the air, giving you a good show, “Puppy wants it. Please—wanna cum down your throat.”

“You think you deserve my mouth after what you’ve done?” You bark out a laugh, “You’ve bitten Romance.”

“He shouldn’t have touched you,” He snaps, eyes dark and burning. “Mine. Only mine.”

You raise a brow. “He was wiping ice cream off my face.”

He shakes his head stubbornly, chest heaving. “Bad Romance. Pervert.”

You laugh under your breath, giving his cock a lazy, loose stroke that makes him keen, his hips jerking helplessly. “You’ve got your mind in the gutter. You only think about sex. He just wanted to help.”

“No. He wants you. Fucking slut.” He growls, body twisting when you tug his shirt up, exposing his chest. Your fingers tease his nipples, pinching and rolling until he gasps, hips bucking off the bed as he fucks your fist, your loose grip barely providing him any friction.

“It hurts,” He whimpers, voice ragged, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. “Can’t take anymore.” 

You lean down to brush your lips over his ear. “I'm hurting you because you don’t know how to behave, puppy. Maybe you should’ve thought about that before sinking your teeth into Romance like a rabid dog.”

At the mention of Romance again, he growls low in his throat, eyes flashing gold. 

“Mine,” He spits, trembling as the vibrator hums inside him, his hips jerking wildly. “You’re mine. You shouldn't touch him—”

Your hand stills immediately, grip firm on his chest as you tilt your head, a dangerous smile curling your lips.

“Oh?” You purr, nails dragging into his flushed skin. “Are you giving me orders now, puppy?”

“Yes. Don’t touch him. Don’t let him near you. You’re mine.” He growls possessively, and you laugh again, mocking. “Look at you—tied up, drooling all over my sheets, and still trying to tell me what I can and can’t do.”

Your fingers tweak his nipple sharply, pulling another yelp out of him. “My jealous little dog, snarling at anyone who comes near me. You'd do anything to keep me by your side, won't you? You’d kill for me. You'd die for me. Isn't that right?”

“Yeah… anything… all yours.” His growl falters into a whimper, eyes glistening as his hips thrust forward desperately, smearing precum and coating your hand.

You smile, hand curling tightly around his cock, giving it a firm stroke. “Good. Because I’m yours—and you’re mine. So jealous, so rabid… but only for me. That’s why you’ll always be my good boy.”

“Yes!” He cries, voice breaking as he arches toward your touch. “Yes, I’m your good boy. Not bad—not bad.”

You stroke his flushed cheek with mock pity as you get on top of him, stroking the head of his cock along your wet pussy.

He groans into the sheets, anger giving way to desperation, his chest heaving with every breath.

“Please,” He pants, “Please, don’t tease—”

“Shh,” You soothe, stroking his damp hair back from his forehead. “I’ll give my puppy what he needs. Are you ready?”

He nods frantically, the rope biting into his wrists as he arches up, straining for his cock to be buried inside you, every muscle quivering with need.

You lower yourself down, guiding him into you slowly, sinking onto his cock inch by inch until he’s buried inside, stretching you full. The sound he makes is wrecked, guttural—half growl, half sob—as his bound wrists strain behind his back.

You start riding him hard, taking him to the hilt with every roll of your hips. His cock twitches deep inside you, hot and swollen, as he cries into the sheets.

“That’s it,” You murmur, grinding down, feeling his cock twitch deep inside. “You’re filling me so good. My perfect boy. My only boy.”

He moans loudly, no longer able to hold anything back, his body bucking beneath you as his eyes squeeze shut. You ride him through it, keeping him right where you want him.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” You purr, bracing your hands against his chest as you ride him, bouncing on his cock so hard the sound of slapping skin echoes through the room. “You love it when I use you like this. My jealous, rabid dog—my good boy.”

He nods frantically, whimpering, his thighs trembling from the effort of keeping up with your pace.

“You’ve been waiting so long for this,” You coo, leaning forward until your mouth brushes his jaw, “Begging, drooling, leaking all over my sheets… Now cum inside me. Fill me up. Show me you’re the only one who gets me like this.”

The words tear him apart. He cries out, his cock erupting inside you, pulsing hot and deep as he empties himself into you. His whole body convulses, hands clawing uselessly against the restraints, mouth spilling desperate whines of your name as you milk every drop from him with steady, merciless rolls of your hips.

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You’ve got Baby bent over on the floor backstage, his knees spread wide, his chest pressed to the ground. His arms tremble with the effort of holding himself up, shoulders quaking as your fingers work mercilessly inside him. Every thrust of your hand forces his body to rock back, grinding helplessly against you even as he tries to keep still, stubborn jaw clenched tight.

He refuses to beg—his lips pursed, his teeth gritted, and his chest heaving, trying to stop himself from breaking apart. But every time your fingers curl just right, he jerks, cock dripping down his thighs, slick pooling obscenely on the floor beneath him, creating a suspicious mess for the poor cleaning crew who'll come in after you. 

“I can’t believe you’re jealous of Mystery,” You cold, your voice taunting as you twist your fingers inside him.

“That mutt shouldn’t touch what’s not his,” Baby growls back. The words may seem harsh, but they lose all their bite when his voice breaks into a guttural moan as you hit his prostate. 

“He was just being sweet,” You counter, pretending to be clueless just to rile Baby up more. And he takes the bait.

His head snaps up instantly, eyes blazing with molten fury. “He’s testing you. Wants to see how far you’d let him—and you’re too stupid to see it until he’s got his cock in your ass.”

Your palm cracks down on his ass before the words even finish leaving his mouth–the sound echoing loudly around the room, and he flinches with a gasp. But to your satisfaction, his hips shove backward into your hand like he can’t help himself, his hole clenching around your fingers.

“Fuck—just fuck me already,” He chokes out, his pride cracking at the edges.

Another slap lands, harder this time, making him yelp. “That’s not how we ask.”

But Baby just growls, and it's almost as if you can see his jaw tightening around the words, refusing to let them out. His claws drag against the floor, and if you had more presence of mind, you would have stopped him so you can prevent yet another destruction of property caused by the Saja Boys that you cannot explain. But you can't muster up a rational thought when he looks back at you, his eyes molten with jealousy and spite.

“Fuck you” He spits, some of that sharp brattiness back in it. “If you won’t fuck me, I’ll find someone who will. Plenty of others would be glad to take me. Maybe I’ll let them.”

The words hang recklessly between you, and for a moment you only stare at him—watching the way his body is tense, the way he's holding his breath, the slight tremble of his figure. He knows he has fucked up but he's too proud to take it back. 

So you step back.

The sudden absence of your hand, your weight, your heat—makes him falter, his bravado crumbling. 

“Go on, then,” You say evenly, folding your arms across your chest. “If you’re so desperate, if you think someone else can fuck you better then get up and go. Let them fuck you the way you want.”

He stiffens. His lips part, but no sound comes out. His throat bobbs, swallowing around nothing. And he stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. 

He lowers his head back down, his forehead pressed to the floor as he mumbles out an apology. “I'm sorry.”

“I can't hear you.” You insist, not letting him off the hook yet. 

“I'm sorry.” He shouts, the words clearly painful for him. “Please don't leave me. No one else can fuck me the way you do.”

“That’s right.” You move closer again, your hand stroking along his spine, making him shiver. You know how hard this was for Baby to admit so you won't drag it out for long otherwise you'd break him. “You’re just a lying brat. You act like anyone else could give you what I do, but we both know the truth. You only want me. You always will.”

Baby growls weakly, but the sound is thinner now, less fire and more need. He presses back into your touch, his teeth gritting.

“This is the difference between you and I,” You murmur, finally lining your strap with his ass, teasing at his hole until he whimpers. “I know only I can make you feel this good. But you—” You grab him by the hair, tugging his head back so he’s forced to look at you, “—you need to learn that only you are the one for me. Not Mystery, no other brat. Just you.”

He shudders, pupils blown wide, his voice breaking into something smaller, rawer. “Please.”

You don’t make him wait this time. You press in, slow and merciless, fucking him deeply and purposefully. His back arches, a ragged moan ripping from his throat as you set a punishing rhythm, driving every word home with the slap of skin against skin.

“That’s it,” You growl, holding him by his hair like a leash. “Take it. Take what you begged for. Mine. Only mine.”

Baby sobs, every ounce of his precious pride unraveling as his cock twitches helplessly, dripping across the floor. Every thrust wrings another broken moan out of him, his body reacting to you, craving you, needing you.

Finally, the words tumble out of him, just as broken as he is. “Please—please jerk me off. I can’t—fuck—I can’t without you. Please let me cum.”

You laugh, leaning down until your lips brush the back of his damp neck. “So that’s what it takes, hm? My big, stubborn brat threatening to run off to someone else… and now look at you. Begging for my hand. Begging for my permission.”

“Please,” He keens, claws digging so deep into the floor you worry he'll pry the tiles out.

You let his hair go, wrapping your arm around his waist, forcing his ass back as you keep pounding into him, your other hand hovering just above his twitching cock. “You love this, don’t you? Being reminded who owns you. You can talk big all you want, Baby, but when it comes down to it—” you brush your fingers over the head just once, making him jolt violently, “—you know only I can give you what you want.”

He whimpers, cock jumping at your touch. “Yours. Only yours.”

“That’s right.” You finally wrap your hand around his cock, stroking him in sync with your thrusts, and his whole body convulses, frantic cries spilling from him. “So next time you think about being a brat, remember this. No one else gets you like this. No one else will ever ruin you the way I do.”

His voice cracks, screaming your name as his cock spurts hot and thick across the floor, his body collapsing into a puddle. You don’t stop until every drop is wrung out of him, until he’s trembling and weak, barely able to breathe.

He collapses forward, still shaking, cum streaked across his stomach and thighs, his body gone limp. The fight is gone, burned out of him, leaving only exhaustion and the faintest shimmer of fear in his glassy eyes.

You ease your thrusts, slow and steady, until you still inside him. One hand strokes his damp hair back, the other cupping his cheek to make him look at you.

“Hey,” You murmur, your voice soft now, tender. “Don’t worry, puppy. You don’t need to be jealous. I don’t want Mystery. I don’t want anyone else. Only you.”

His lip wobbles, but his gaze holds yours, searching for a crack in your words.

You kiss the corner of his mouth gently, smiling down at him. “You’re all I need. You’re the only one who gets me like this. My only boy.”

His body shudders at that, the tension easing from his shoulders as he presses his face into your palm. A weak, shaky sound escapes him—something between a whimper and a sigh—as if your reassurance soothes deeper than any release ever could.