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Perhaps it was stupid. Perhaps it was reckless. Perhaps it was something she should not examine too closely. Mira questioned it every single time - every time that Abby flashed her one of his signature smiles across the room; every time he suggested accompanying her to ‘learn more about the modern world’; every time he ‘poofed’ into her bedroom and proceeded to make her see stars… She questioned why she was engaging in this, why she was letting it happen, why she kept doing it.

Why she wanted to keep doing it.

Why she liked when he’d be cooking and call her over to taste whatever he and Rumi were making, holding out the spoon to her, a hand under it lest it drip… when he’d ask to go dancing with her and they’d go in disguises to a club, bodies hot, sweaty and pressed against each other… when they’d walk through markets and food stalls and pause to try everything and she’d wipe sauce from the tip of his nose or vice versa.

It was dangerous.

Far too dangerous.

They could be seen by fans together and that would bring a whole shitstorm; Romance could find out and it could damage his relationship with Abby; the others could find out about the nights he spent ravaging her in bed… and worst of all, Mira might start to enjoy it all, she could… catch feelings.

No. That could not happen.

She’d done the whole feelings shit before. She’d tried. She’d tried and failed. It always ended in heartbreak – usually for the other person. She wasn’t cut out for romantic relationships. Casual sex was much safer. Physical attraction, fuck, get what she needed from it, and go. No strings. No entanglements.

So why then, why had she even done anything with Abby?

Having sex with someone you lived with was risky business.

If he’d just been in a rival band, that would be easy. Chemistry, tension, a little bit of rivalry and hate… those were fun and easy. Safe.

But he lived here.

And they were all sort of friends. The boys were wearing her down gradually. And yeah, ok, she’d fight anyone who hurt them… and of course Rumi and Zoey were goners for two of the boys so obviously she had to learn to get on with them… but Baby was totally on her wavelength, and Ro loved puzzles as much as she did, and Abby danced every dance and cooked…

She was fucking this all up so badly.

Maybe they could have just been friends with benefits. But then there was the added complication of the fact Abby was dating Romance. She stressed every time she thought about it.

She did not want to ruin what they shared.

But somehow, she couldn’t stop either.

Did she… did she like spending time with Abby?

And not just when they fucked like filthy whores, but all those other times – like the dancing, the ‘outings’ she refused to refer to as anything else. They were just friends hanging out right? Friends who occasionally had sex…

… behind one friend’s boyfriend’s back…

Shit.

She was a terrible person.

And then there was the even more dangerous thoughts.

She was amazed it could get more dangerous, more reckless, more stupid.

There was that stupid little voice that reminded her about the fans ‘Miromabby’ ship… that reminded her that both boys and even fucking Baby had suggested it.

You’re hot… we’re hot… it just makes sense.

The last time it had been brought up, Ro had been drunk. Very drunk. And still, he’d told her he wanted to fuck her, that they all should fuck, that he’d like her to fuck him.

Fuck fuck fuck!

Why did it make heat pool between her legs?! Why did her clit fucking throb with the thought?!

It was wrong. It was all so wrong.

Dancing with Abby made her feel things. Things she shouldn’t feel.

And even drunk, Ro’s words haunted her.

She’d seen his body. She could appreciate it.

And the two of them together? They were so soft and tender with each other… and also filthy.

She’d caught them in a heavy make out session the other day, both their pants tenting at the front as their bodies pressed and grinded together.

It definitely should not have made her squeeze her thighs together.

The fuckers even had the audacity to open their eyes long enough to see her watching, smirk and then go harder at each other. They seemed to be practically inviting her to watch them go all the way.

The worst part was, she’d wanted to. She hadn’t moved an inch.

She’d stood there and watched as Abby’s tongue pushed deeper into Ro’s throat. She stared hungrily as Abby’s shirt had come undone and Ro’s hands explored him with a moan. The sounds Abby made as he ground into Ro, as he was riled… they were obscene, predatory and depraved. Ro whimpered and moaned so prettily as Abby kissed and bit at his neck and collar.

She was sure that if they’d offered her to follow them to their room and watch, she would have done without thinking.

Unfortunately, Baby had walked in and cursed them for defiling public space. Mira had quickly switched her attitude, but she was sure Baby had seen right through her. Abby and Ro had flashed her a look as they departed.

She definitely had not got off thinking about what they must have done to each other next.

They were too much. Too dangerous.

She was drawn into them like gravity. It took all of her fight not to give in, to let go and let the fall happen, to be swallowed by their indescribable pull and be lost in it.

She tried, perhaps not as hard as she should have, to pull away from them both. From Abby especially. He was the most dangerous right now. He made her feel things. She didn’t like that. And yet still, another day and evening came and passed, and she and Abby returned from another ‘outing’ together.

Baby was leaning on the counter in the kitchen eating some unholy combination of what looked like cereal and hot sauce when they returned. Upon Abby’s questioning, Baby had told him Ro was taking a bath and Abby had disappeared to find his other lover, a not-so-subtle pinch to Mira’s ass as he went. Baby just stared at her and carried on eating his abomination.

“Don’t say anything.” Mira bit out. Baby just shrugged defensively.

“I didn’t. Wasn’t going to.”

“Liar, I know you. You absolutely were going to say something.”

“I hardly think I need to.” He scoffed.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you already know anything and everything I could say.”

Mira folded her arms and glared.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Am I?” Baby asked, letting his spoon clatter into the bowl and clasping his hands in front of him, propped on his elbows. “You keep having these little ‘outings’ with Abby. You come in, laughing and content; he’ll come find you with new ideas for something to do or try; you rarely go out with anyone else with him. And I’ve watched you two dancing at the clubs. There is nothing platonic or casual in the way you two dance together.”

“We’re both dancers. How are you surprised that we make it look hot?”

“There’s a difference, Miraboo,” he quoted Abby’s nickname for her with a heavy and deliberate intonation, “between dancing because you like it, dancing because you’re attracted to each other and having sex… and what you two do. That’s without throwing in the extra outings and the pet names.”

“I hate when he calls me that!” She countered. “And I don’t use a pet name for him!”

“Oh really? You don’t exactly stop him besides weakly telling him to stop calling you that… and I saw your fist clench when I used it. That’s his pet name. No one else can call you that. And you do have pet names for him.”

“Do not!”

“Dumbass. Babo.”

“Those are insults! I’m calling him a dumbass and a dummy. How is that a pet name?”

“You don’t use them for anyone else. And Zoey can be a dummy a lot. But you never call her that.” Baby narrowed his gaze. “Simple fact, you’re into him. You like him. You are basically dating and if anyone else said to you they do the things you do with Abby, including sex and your outings, you’d tell them they were dating. So newsflash, spice queen, I’m gonna call you out on your shit – you’re dating Abby but can’t admit it because liking him romantically fucking terrifies you.”

She really hated how Baby saw through her so easily.

“I don’t do romance.”

“Not yet, give it time. He’s definitely game. And I saw the way you looked at them both the other day. If I hadn’t walked in, I think you’d have joined them.”

“Not what I meant and you know it!” Mira snapped, attempting to whack him over the counter. Baby leaned back out of reach and flashed a shit eating grin.

“You’re scared shitless of feeling anything for him. You’re scared it’ll ruin his thing with Ro; you’re scared they might invite you into it; you’re scared you might want to; and… you’re scared of getting hurt again.”

Mira tensed and froze, one hand still reached out trying to injure Baby.

“You’re absolutely terrified of being romantically involved. You’re so fucking afraid of it, of even the concept of being in love. You portray like you’re cool, calm, unbothered… but that’s a lie. I’ll give you… the mask is well crafted, and you wear it well with quiet confidence. But I’ve seen the cracks.” Baby continued. Mira felt herself tremble.

“You don’t know anything.” She whispered, voice soft, scared.

“Don’t I? Besides Zoey and Rumi, I think I probably know you best. And I think there’s a part of yourself you don’t let them see fully. But I see you. And I think I know why you hide it, why you’re scared.”

Mira was stock still. He couldn’t know could he? Had she been that easy to read?

“Zoey.” He said plainly by way of an answer.

Her heart seemed to stop for a moment, constricting painfully.

“Ah, I did guess right.” He smirked for a moment, and then softened slightly. “She’s the reason you don’t do romantic stuff anymore. And she’s the reason you’re scared shitless, and the reason you pretend you’re not bothered, the reason you try and pass off as aro.”

Mira pulled her hand back and wrapped her arms around herself, looking away from Baby, biting her lip slightly.

“It’s… it’s for the best.”

Baby sighed and moved to the dining table, patting the chair next to him.

“Come on, talk to me.”

Mira shifted awkwardly but did not sit down.

“Bitch, I am not usually one for these types of convos but you need this and for whatever reason, I like you, so sit your ass down and talk to me.”

Mira took a seat but couldn’t make eye contact.

“I dated Zoey a while back… it was still fairly early days for Huntr/x. We’d debuted a year or so before.”

Baby nodded. “I knew you guys had been a thing. So, what happened? Why did it end?”

“I ended it.” Mira told him. “Zoey deserved better.”

“What made you so sure?”

“I couldn’t be everything she needed, that she wanted. I guess I wasn’t emotionally available enough… at least not how she wanted. Zoey wanted a partner like in the movies. And she deserved it – the life shatteringly world changing kind of romantic love. I couldn’t be what she needed, so it wasn’t fair.”

“What happened when you told her?”

“She was hurt, she cried, I cried. It was stupid to get involved with her, I put Huntr/x at risk because I was attracted to her. Our mission was too important. I was fully prepared to leave, to accept the consequences. I fucked up and I knew it.”

“Yet, you’re all here now and I could argue, stronger than ever.”

“Somewhere along the line, I guess we realised, we loved each other, but that didn’t mean we were in love. And we could hardly keep Rumi on the edge, that wouldn’t be fair. We had a greater purpose. Plus, I knew from talking to Celine once… she’d loved one of her bandmates… they hadn’t loved her back. She was a bit drunk when she confessed. She was scared what might happen to the three of us if Zo and I kept going.” Mira toyed with her hands in her lap. “Threes a crowd, I guess. And no one wants to be an awkward third wheel. We found our harmony again. I vowed I wouldn’t fuck it up again.”

“But you loved her, didn’t you? It hurt you to end it too.”

“Yeah.” She confessed, her voice small. “I wasn’t right for her, and I couldn’t put everything at risk. I loved her, she was the first person I loved romantically. So yeah, it hurt, but I had to do it. After that, I just figured there was no space for it in my life. I’m an idol and a hunter. There’s no room for romantic entanglements in there.”

“And you didn’t think you could be the right person for anyone.” Baby didn’t ask, he was telling her. The deepest secret, the deepest crack in her carefully constructed façade, Baby had seen.

“No, I don’t. I’m not cut out for it.”

“Because you never had a good example of it. But you were a good girlfriend. If you weren’t, Zoey wouldn’t have been sad when you broke up with her. And if you hadn’t been a good person, someone who loved so hard, you’d have selfishly let Rumi stay on the edge, kept going with Zoey even knowing you would eventually hurt her and compromise everything.”

“I hate how you see through me.”

“Not my fault you’re transparent, bitch.” He said with a warm smile. “It’s not that you’re ‘not cut out for a relationship’, it’s just that you haven’t found a relationship that meets your needs. You left Zo because you were scared you couldn’t meet her needs, even needs she probably didn’t realise she had – but you never stopped to think about if she could have met yours.”

“Yeah… well… She seems happy with Mystery, and he seems to be happy with her. I hope he can be what she needs… else I’ll have to kill him.”

“And if she hurts him, I’ll have to kill her.” Baby shrugged. “But I don’t think either of us will get to commit murder. Myst adores her. Makes me a little sick actually.”

Mira chuckled softly. Zoey and Mystery were such opposites, a bit like her and Zoey really, but for whatever reason, they worked where she and Zo hadn’t. That wasn’t to say she didn’t still love Zoey, and she would absolutely still tease her flirtatiously sometimes (it was just too easy to fluster her), but she was genuinely happy for her.

“Well, at least they’re happy. Like Rumi and Jinu, and Abby and Ro…”

“Yeah… and you secretly want what they all have, but you don’t think you can have it.”

“I’m ok on my own. To be honest, I’m pretty jealous of you. I think it would be easier to be aro and ace.”

“But you’re not.” Baby was blunt as ever, but not cruel. “And just because I’m aroace, doesn’t mean I don’t have meaningful connections, doesn’t mean I don’t love. It’s just different. But it took me a long time to figure it all out, and to realise I can have both. I can be disinterested in romantic relationships and sex, and still want and need meaningful connection with people. I just need the right person, the right people. Imagine how confusing it was for me when I finally thought I had it figured out and met Myst. I immediately felt something so overwhelming and strong for him, I couldn’t understand it at all.”

“That must have been hard.”

“It was. The only word that felt anywhere close to explaining what was between us, was love. So I tried again, I took a risk, it didn’t pay off. Romantic relationships still weren’t for me, I still wasn’t enamoured with sex. I was sure I would lose him. I couldn’t explain myself. But I took a chance, I took a leap of faith and told him. And you know what?”

“He stayed.”

“He understood. As much as someone can without being aroace anyway. He knew he cared about me deeply, but even he said, it wasn’t love like people usually thought of love. This was different. But that didn’t change it. Just because it wasn’t ‘romantic love’ or ‘friendship’ or even ‘familial’ love… It didn’t make it less real for us.”

“What are you getting at, Baby? You’ve already said, I’m not aroace despite how much I sometimes wish I was.”

“What I’m trying to tell you is, sometimes you’ve got to take the chance. Sometimes, you have to dive in even if you’re not sure it is what you think… and maybe like with me and Myst, you realise it isn’t and you figure it out from there… but maybe, like Rumi and Jinu… you realise you’ve found the thing that was missing, the person who makes you believe, who gives you hope.”

“So what, I should just, dive in?”

“You gotta do you, Miraboo…” Mira shot him a glare. “But all I’m saying is, don’t write off a relationship with either Abby or both of them. Just… keep doing what you’re doing. Let things happen and see where you end up.”

“You’re not going to tell me to date Abby?”

“Nope, no point. You basically are dating anyway, but you’re not ready to label anything yet. Keep having your little ‘outings’, keep having sex, keep fantasising about both of them… don’t lie, I know you do… and just let life happen. If it goes somewhere and you decide the feelings are worth the risk, then dive into the fire. Who knows, maybe you’ll find the relationship that does meet all your needs. Maybe it just doesn’t look like you expect. Hell only knows, it didn’t look like I expected.”

“I do have one question for you.”

“Go ahead,” Baby waved an airy hand.

“Were you seriously eating hot sauce and cereal?!”

- - - - -

Mira was walking, somewhat absentmindedly, considering all that Baby had said. She had a semblance of a thought about going to the studio and dancing, but she let her feet carry her without much thought. She paused when she passed a bathroom door that was slightly ajar, steam leaking out of the crack.

Her heart thumped hard, and her thighs clamped together harder as she heard a familiar sound.

Abby.

Not just Abby. Abby moaning in pleasure.

She recalled a similar moment, months ago now, which had led to her and Abby confronting their sexual desires. He’d been in the shower getting off to thoughts of her.

Maybe she should join him this time.

It was only as she silently slipped inside and closed the door behind her, that she remembered what Baby had said – Ro was taking a bath.

There was not just Abby in the shower cubicle. Evidently, he had brought his lover in to rinse off… and enjoy a bit more fun.

Ro was perched on the bench in the shower, jets blasting over him, his pink hair plastered to his back and shoulders, head thrown back as he moaned loudly. Abby was thrusting hard into Ro, grunting as he did so. Mira could see their patterns pulsing as Ro’s legs wrapped around Abby and his hands clawed at his back, begging him for more, to go harder.

Abby was clearly more than happy to oblige; Mira could just hear the sounds of skin slapping over the gushing of the water. He was muttering filthy sentiments and praises to Ro as he fucked him – telling him what a good little slut he was, how tight his ass was and how well he was taking it.

It should not have made Mira as wet as it did. Her feet moved without permission, until she was standing with a fairly unobscured view of Abby pounding his cock into a whimpering Ro over and over. How was it this hot? She knew Abby was a great fuck… she’d been the one perched and being ploughed (although she was ploughed in her cunt not her ass usually and perched on her bed not the shower bench) often enough. But watching Abby fuck Ro was doing things to her that it really should not be.

It was like having an out of body experience. Her hand reached between her legs seemingly of it’s own volition. She felt like she existed outside of her own body as she touched herself watching them.

“You ready, aein?” Abby practically growled and Ro nodded eagerly, biting his lip.

“Yes! Yes… please… please cum in me… Please…”

“Always so good for me.” Abby purred in response. “But I need you to cum too, aein. Touch yourself.”

Mira watched as Romance scrambled enthusiastically to grasp his own cock in hand and pump it.

“Shame there’s not someone else to ride it for you,” Abby said, almost as if he knew. “Maybe someday…”

“Mmmm Mira…” Ro moaned and she had to fight to keep from gasping out loud. “It’s been so long since we had a third… and a woman at that… fuck… I want to know what she feels like. Do you think she’ll top me? Or will she let me top her?”

“I’m sure both. She needs taking care of.”

“Fuck… I want to take care of her.”

“Mmm… but right now… I want to take care of you. You’re to tell me when you’re close.”

Mira wasn’t sure she was ever going to recover from watching this. Her fingers slipped in and out of her sopping cunt and she rubbed her thumb furiously over her clit, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t Abby.

It wasn’t Ro.

She just hoped that listening to them and watching them would help carry her over the edge.

“Fuck, Abby… I’m ready.”

“That’s it aein, so good. Cum for me.”

Mira’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open as she watched Ro come undone, and seconds later, Abby thrusting harder and faster into Ro’s ass until he shuddered with his own orgasm.

She didn’t even realise when their eyes found her - fingers between her legs, literally caught with her hand in the cookie jar - for a good minute. When she did, she bolted. She ran and locked herself in her bedroom and tried to come to terms with what the fuck she’d just done.

- - - - -

She refused to leave her room for the rest of the evening. She was certain both of them had seen her watching and fingering herself, but she knew for a fact that Abby had. She’d never forget the look in his eyes.

Smug, satisfied.

She’d taken a cold shower after in an attempt to cool herself down and tamper any lingering arousal. It had done little to help.

She felt anxious and tense. She knew the look in Abby’s gaze all too well. She kept expecting him to appear in her room at any moment. She spent hours, twitching at the slightest noise.

It was late into the night when he finally appeared.

“I must say, I half expected to find you in our room after earlier. Can’t say I wasn’t a little disappointed not to see you there. Ro was disappointed too, but don’t worry, I soon made him feel better again. He’s sleeping now, so I thought I would come and see what was keeping you, Miraboo.”

He was sin incarnate. He hadn’t even bothered to dress; he was standing there naked and smug, and Mira felt utterly defenceless.

“I wasn’t…” He placed a finger to her lips and she felt a throb ripple through her entire body and between her legs.

“Shhh… don’t try lying to me. I caught you. You liked what you saw. You really liked it. Should have joined us, Miraboo. We’d have given you the orgasm you didn’t reach with your fingers alone.”

Fuck, he could tell she hadn’t orgasmed just with the glance he’d had.

“But I get it, you weren’t quite ready for us both yet.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. He tasted ever so slightly salty and she couldn’t help but consider where his mouth may have been. “But I’m here to take care of you now.”

In a flash, he pulled her legs up until she was on her back and nestled himself between them.

“Now, let’ get rid of these…” He pulled at her underwear until the thin and soaked material tore under a claw. “… and I think we should get this off too…” He trailed a claw over her nightdress and Mira scrambled to remove it before he tore it. “Good girl…” He purred.

Abby pushed inside of her with a single thrust. There was no waiting around, no warming up. He knew her body well enough by now, and he knew she was ready for him. Especially after earlier.

“Such a bad girl… sneaking in and watching us without announcing yourself.” He went hard, deep. Mira whimpered under him. Fuck he was so good. “I should punish you really… but you looked so pretty all shocked and startled at getting caught. So fucking delicious.”

Coherent words would not leave her lips, only strangled moans of pleasure.

“I knew you liked us… But seeing you there… that was something else gongjunim… Fuck… I could have come again.” He growled as he thrust deeper, one hand grasping roughly at her breast and teasing a nipple. Mira arched beneath him. “Tell me, did you enjoy the show? Did you like watching me fuck Ro?”

Mira tried to shake her head. Abby bit her neck.

“Liar. Try again.”

Mira bit her lip. It felt so wrong, yet it had felt so right. She couldn’t say it aloud. Saying it aloud meant it was real, it was out there, and she couldn’t pretend it wasn’t true.

“Tell me, Mira.”

“Fine! I liked it! It was really fucking hot!” She cried out.

This seemed to please Abby. He drove into her with renewed energy.

“I knew it.”

“It was fucking filthy watching you take him like that… I’ve been fucked by you, I know exactly what it’s like… but this was different. And it was Ro…”

“He’d be quite happy to let you take charge of him too, y’know. He’s so well behaved… most of the time.”

“M… most of the time?” she choked out, yelping as Abby hit a spot inside her that had her keening.

“Oh, Ro has an edge. A dominant and possessive streak. He can take charge when he wants to.”

Mira tried to imagine it, but it was hard when her head was full of him submitting to Abby and letting him fuck his tight little hole.

“Maybe someday, you’ll let him show you. You’d love it.” Abby purred. “But for now, you’re mine. And I’m not done with you yet, Miraboo.”

 - - - - -

Mira had been thoroughly fucked. That was the only way to describe it.

Once Abby had finished with her the first time, he’d cleaned her up and brought her water and snacks. He’d switched from the dominant filthy demon to the affectionate and soft-hearted dumbass. He held her for a while against his chest and traced patterns into her skin, pressing kisses to her hair. It was nice, intimate, tender.

And it still scared her.

Panicking, she’d resorted back to what was comfortable. She sank down the down the bed and took his cock in hand until he was hard enough to suck off.

When they’d finished and cleaned up again, they passed out with Abby holding her back to his chest. When she stirred in the early hours and realised, she rubbed herself against him until he woke hard and took her from behind, pulling her onto her knees and ploughing her relentlessly.

After that, she’d told him he better go back to Ro before he realised, he was missing.

Abby had snorted but gone, albeit somewhat reluctantly, kissing her before he did so.

“We’ll keep waiting for you, gongjunim.” He told her.

It shouldn’t have left her feeling so many emotions.

She should have been glad for the space in the bed – Abby was massive and took up way too much of it – but it somehow felt cold and well… empty.

She slept again, eventually, but was restless. Even when she awoke, she couldn’t bring herself to leave the bed.

She was terrified to face them still. To see Baby – knowing he saw right through her and he would not miss the embarrassment that would be written all over her face upon seeing Ro and Abby. To see Abby – who was also more than aware of how she reacted to them both, who knew exactly how she sounded when she came, and who was making her feel things she thought were long buried. And to see Ro – who finally had confirmation that Mira was interested in them both, that she was aroused by watching them together.

She lay in bed for a long while, trying to muster that careful mask she had built up over the years. She could hardly stay here and hide, that would look odd to the girls too. Even when she was sick, Mira would come out and try do what she could. She wasn’t quite as bad as Rumi, but she wouldn’t hide away unless she was afraid of the girls catching it, and even then, they always came to her.

A familiar knocking sounded on the door and Mira groaned, swinging her legs over the bed and pushing her glasses onto her face. Zoey walked in without waiting for a response (it was a habit of hers that Mira really should tamper down given the company frequenting her bed).

“Miraaaa!” Zoey was practically singing. Although Rumi was the early riser, when Zoey was awake, she was awake. Awake and loud and bubbly. “Come onnnn! Everyone else is up! Even Romance is out of bed! What’s taking you so long?”

“Sorry, Zo… Just got distracted scrolling.”

“That’s usually what I do! Are you lying to me? You don’t scroll nearly as much as me!”

“Ok fine, I was doing puzzle games on my phone and lost track of time.”

Zoey squealed and hugged Mira tight.

“That’s more like it! Now come on! Abby is making hotteok with sugar and cinnamon filling! They smell soooo good!” She began tugging at Mira’s hands to lead her out of the bedroom. Mira couldn’t help but smile affectionately as Zoey babbled as they walked, or rather, as she half dragged Mira to the living room.

The smell hit her as soon as she walked in – cinnamon and sugar – sweet but with spice.

Speaking of sweet with spice, Abby and Rumi were both in the kitchen making breakfast, utterly engrossed in what they were doing and talking rapidly as they worked, laughing together. It was a common sight these days, the two had become fast friends. Rumi loved getting cooking lessons from Abby. Mira could have taught her bits, but they were always so busy – they rarely bothered.

Living with the Saja boys had certainly bought a new level of domesticity with it. They cooked and cleaned up more, hung out casually and relaxed more. Especially Rumi. She was still a workaholic, but it was nothing on what she’d been like before. Some days, they were almost normal.

Zoey practically leaped onto Mystery’s back and hugged him even as he sat cross-legged on the floor beside Baby gaming. Mystery had grown accustomed to this, and it showed, he barely flinched and continued with the game. Baby rolled his eyes and stuck out his pierced tongue in a mock display of disgust. Mira was pretty sure it was mock disgust anyway; she knew he was happy for Myst even if he wasn’t into relationships himself.

Romance was leaning back on the couch behind them, head forward and pen to his lips as he considered the puzzle before him. Code word. Mira loved a code word. She approached to offer help and then stopped short.

Romance was wearing glasses today.

He’d never worn glasses before. Demon sorcery she figured, since he confessed he used to wear them when he was alive.

His glasses, much like her own, were fairly simple wire frames, but his were more of a square shape with rounded edges. Darker too. Hers were more golden.

He looked different. He looked good.

Why did she think that? Why was she bothered?

She couldn’t explain it. It wasn’t that it softened his features, Ro’s face was always soft and pretty, but it did something for him… mature it? Make him look more serious? She couldn’t work it out. And she couldn’t work out why she was enjoying the view so much.

“Are you just going to stand there ogling me or are you going to join me, yeobo?” Romance asked, without even looking up from the codeword book. Mira tensed and bit her lip in embarrassment at being caught… not that she’d been ogling… she was just… noticing…

She sat down beside him, leaving a respectable gap between them of course, and Ro pushed the book towards her more so she could see better.

“And I thought you couldn’t stare much harder than yesterday…” he whispered against her ear, causing her to flush.

“Shut up.” She hissed in response, trying to focus on the letters before her.

“What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re shy after that?” His voice was low, probably so as not to be heard, but it made him sound all the more husky and seductive. It was NOT ok. “I was surprised not to find you waiting for us. But then, you did run off so flustered and fast. Guess you thought you were in trouble… getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar so to speak.”

Mira’s brain was not cooperating with her right now. Images of Ro and Abby in the shower flashed across her mind and sent warmth pooling between her legs.

“You were only really in trouble for running off so fast… We certainly didn’t mind the audience. But we would have preferred you to join us after. No need to cuck yourself.”

And she had thought Abby was sinful with his words.

“I know you liked what you saw, yeobo…” Ro’s voice was dangerously sultry “…why lie to yourself?”

Mira’s body seemed to be screaming at her to stop lying and jump the man – straddle him here and now and ride him until he forgot his own name. Thankfully, her brain was just about retaining control.

“When did you get glasses?” She blurted without thinking, anything to shift the conversation somewhere safer, less steamy.

Ro shifted away from her slightly and pink tinged his cheeks as he looked away.

Shit, she hadn’t meant to make him self-conscious. She forgot how anxious he could be about his appearance.

“He looks great in them, doesn’t he?” Abby called over his shoulder from the kitchen. “Really gives him this new serious sexy vibe.”

Romance mumbled something that sounded like ‘you’re biased, Abby’ but it was hard to tell.

“Yeah, they really suit you, Ro.” Mira said, placing a hand on his knee. Ro tensed and straightened, but still avoided eye contact. Mira glanced around – Rumi and Abby were busy in the kitchen, Jinu was at the table, writing in a notebook and occasionally looking up to watch them both, joining their conversation here and there. Zoey was babbling away at Mystery who was nodding even as he and Baby carried on with their video game. Baby was probably listening to everything going on… but he might also be too engrossed to notice anything. Mira took a steadying breath that came out oddly shaky. (What the hell was wrong with her?!)

“I mean it,” she dipped her voice and gently reached up to turn his cheek, making him look at her again. His eyes wouldn’t quite meet hers, but he was facing her again now at least. “They really suit you.”

His eyes found hers again and there was something heavy in them. A hunger, a need, a desire… and a desperate plea for her to be telling the truth.

“I really like them.” Why was her own voice so husky now? When had she brought her face so close to his? His plush lips were barely a breath from her own, she could feel the warmth of his breath on her own lips. She could…

“Breakfast is ready!” Rumi called proudly and Mira drew back from Ro sharpish, trying to calm her own heart. She couldn’t be sure in her flustered state, but she thought Abby shot a glare at Rumi.

What the fuck.

What the fuck was she doing?

- - - - -

Mira had been avoiding them both all day. And generally, she’d been successful – the only times she’d been around them, everyone else was there for dinner too. That didn’t stop them both watching her like hungry predators, but Mira did her best to ignore it. And to ignore the pounding in her heart and pulsing between her legs.

She strongly suspected Abby would appear in her room at some point tonight – probably, like last night, after satiating Romance.

What she hadn’t prepared herself for was Romance appearing in her room around 8pm when she’d thought she was safe.

“Shit! Ro! You startled me!” she exclaimed. He was wearing his glasses and a dark hoodie, arms folded across his chest, a slight frown on his face. Oh no. No, no, no. He could not, should not be this hot right now. She needed to get herself under control. “What are you doing here?” She asked, hoping she came across casual – unbothered and unaroused.

Ro raised an eyebrow.

It should not have done things to her.

“Really? I thought you were intelligent, Mira.”

She spluttered. “I am intelligent!”

“Then why are you asking stupid questions that you already know the answers to?”

Because the answer kind of terrifies me and I don’t want to think about it too much.

“I just… Don’t want to presume anything…”

“Why do you think I’m here Mira?” Ro asked, taking a step towards her.

Mira’s brain went into a spiralling spin that would rival Zoey’s. She couldn’t say the words aloud, she couldn’t admit to whatever had transpired yesterday, or this morning. She just couldn’t. But to play dumb with Ro was a dumb idea.

“To err…” Anything else would be better surely? “To… to challenge me over the fact that… that Abby has been frequenting here?”

Why the fuck did I say that?!

Ro froze. His expression shifted. His mouth parted slightly, eyes widening the slightest bit, both brows arched ever so slightly. Then he pressed his lips together and looked away from her.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit! Shit, fuck! Fucking shitty fucky fuck! What the actual fuck?! I shouldn’t have said anything! Fuck! I’ve fucked it all up now! Fuck! Shit fuck piss bitch wanker…!

“I had my suspicions but…” Ro was mumbling quietly, more to himself than anything but Mira could hear and her brain was racing and her blood pumping faster as she panicked. Romance’s gaze snapped back to her, and he took another deliberate step in her direction.

“So, you have been fucking Abby behind my back? How long?”

Fuck shit fuck. Lie, Mira!

“It first started a few months back… But I swear! It’s just sex!”

Wrong fucking lie, bitch.

The voice in her head sounded remarkably like Baby this time.

Ro raised a perfect brow again.

“It’s ‘just sex’?” The look on his face told her he didn’t believe that for a minute. “So, you don’t go out on dates with him regularly? Don’t spend entire nights together, cuddling before sending him back to me like I won’t notice?”

Fuck fuck fuck! Fuck my fucking life!

“No! No it’s more like… like a friends with benefits thing!” She floundered to explain. “We’re friends, so we hang out… but we also have sex… but… but that’s it. There’s no feelings involved.”

Ro leaned forward, bracing himself on her bed with an arm, effectively caging her in.

“No feelings, huh? Might want to tell that to Abby.”

“He knows… he knows it’s purely physical…”

“Bullshit.” Mira tensed. Ro didn’t often swear and it flustered her. “Abby might say he gets it, but Abby loves with everything. He goes in full and hard. And you’re not dumb enough to not realise he has feelings for you beyond sexual.”

What was it about these two?! No one flustered her, she flustered others!

“And you have feelings for him too. I can see it. I can see it in your panic and your desperation to lie about it. Somehow you think that if you can convince everyone else you don’t have feelings for him, you can convince yourself.”

It was meant to just be Baby that saw through her.

“But I’ve got news for you, yeobo… I see through that. Just like I see through your bullshit that you aren’t attracted to me too.”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Too close… he’s too close… fuck he looks good. And fuck, he’s so different like this… is this what Abby was talking about?

“But avoiding me all day? That seems pretty cowardly. It was all the confirmation I needed.”

“I am not a coward!”

“Really?” There was a glimmer in his eyes. A spark of something dangerous and flirty. A glimmer of the demon within. “Then prove it.”

Fuck.

“What do you mean?” she tried to be casual, leaning back slightly and averting her gaze. “Prove what?”

“That you’re not a coward.”

She snorted. “And how do I prove I’m not a coward?”

You’re a dumb bitch though. Just played right into his fucking hands.

“Tell me you’re attracted to me. If you can tell me, without being flustered, that it’s purely thinking I look good, that you’re not sexually attracted to me at all, I’ll take your word. But I saw how you looked at Abby and I together. I saw your hand, and this morning you seemed pretty damn close to straddling me or at the very least, kissing me.”

Fuckity fuckity fuck fuck.

She was done for. He had her. No, she could do this, she just had to be cool and calm. Composed and cold Mira who didn’t let anything show.

“And look at me when you say it, yeobo. Look me in the eyes.”

Mira dragged her eyes to his own. He had a spark in them. It was like at the fan signing, something teasing and naughty. Something that was flirtatious and irresistible. It was not fair.

“You wanna play this game? Fine. I’m attracted to you.”

So far so good!

“You’re hot, and Abby is hot, and watching him fuck you was an incredible turn on. But that’s it. It was hot, doesn’t mean I want in.”

Yes! Nailed it!

Ro leaned closer, a smirk on his face, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Liar.”

He drew back, still with an infuriating smirk on his face. Mira felt frustration bubble inside her.

He said he’d take her word if she could say it and be composed!

His eyes flashed as though he could read the thoughts in her head. A hint of fang showed as his grin widened.

“Guess I can lie too, yeobo.”

“You fucking…”

He pressed his finger to her lips.

“Ah ah ah… such vile language. Most unbecoming.”

Mira all but snarled.

“Fuck you.” She spat.

Fucking dumbass bitch.

Ro’s eyes turned gold again and the grin spread further.

“Well, if you insist.”

He was on her in a heartbeat. Less than that even.

His lips crashed against hers and she responded to them hungrily. He pushed his weight over her but she pushed back, holding herself up before letting and arm sling over his shoulder, nails digging into his back before burying in his hair.

She forgot how fun long hair could be. She pulled it. Ro hissed and bit her neck making her yelp in surprise.

Ro swiped her other arm from under her and pressed her into the bed, mouth still eagerly devouring her own. They slid and scrambled, clawing at each other and Ro moving more decisively onto the bed, between her legs.

“Knew you were fucking lying.” He breathed as she rolled her hips against him, seeking friction.

“Shut the fuck up.” She growled, biting at his lip.

She could feel his grin against her skin.

“I’m tired of being out of the loop. Strip.” Ro gave the instruction as a command. Mira found herself complying without thought. “Abby’s had you to himself long enough. And you’ve had my boyfriend without me long enough. That changes now.”

Why was that hot? What was going on?

Mira tugged her nightdress over her head before she could overthink. Faint patterns pulsed across Ro’s skin, a faint blush in his cheeks.

“Like what you see?” She taunted.

Ro nodded.

“Mmmhm… Very much so. I see why Abby has been so enamoured.” He traced a finger along her skin, his claw extending and leaving the slightest of trails on her pale complexion. “So beautiful… The greatest artists in history would weep to represent it, the poets to describe it… but I’m getting distracted. This is not the time to wax poetic over such a stunning marvel of creation.”

There was the eloquent Romance she had come to know. Although, his words directed at her with such intensity caused her to blush slightly.

“I hope you’ll forgive me, but I have to deny your earlier request.”

The fuck? What the fuck is he saying?

Romance leaned in close again, she could feel him purring.

“You said ‘fuck you’… but I’m afraid tonight I shall not be letting you fuck me.”

She felt her cheeks burn and she opened her mouth to protest or rage, embarrassed and horny. Ro pressed a clawed finger to her lips.

“If you’d let me finish, yeobo… I shall not let you fuck me, because tonight, I am going to fuck you.”

Mira could no longer tell if her heart was hammering insanely fast or if it had stopped altogether. Her mouth hung agape and she found herself, for once, speechless.

“That’s better. Now be a good girl and lie back, but don’t you take your eyes off me.” His claw traced along her jaw and flicked off at her chin, sending shivers down her spine.

She expected the dominance from Abby, the fight for it was one of the things she loved most, the way he would take charge and make her see stars, take care of her and give her orders. It was hardly something she was used to, and normally it felt cringey and ridiculous when men tried to take control of her. It did nothing for her. But Abby had changed that.

And now here was Ro – submissive, bottom Ro who she’d watched getting ploughed and dominated just yesterday – taking control and making her submit and she wasn’t even questioning it, wasn’t fighting it or resisting.

Romance removed his own clothing and Mira felt a tightness coil inside her. She’d seen him before, totally unintentionally and innocently – just wrong place wrong time as he was dressing… this… this was different. There was purpose and intention here. Ro was, there was no other word, beautiful. His body sculpted, but softer, leaner than Abby’s. He grinned at her and repeated her own words back to her.

“Like what you see, yeobo?”

Mira’s throat felt suddenly dry, the words catching in it, all she could do was nod.

His member was fully erect and proud, and he certainly wasn’t lacking. Everything inside her was thumping and pulsing in anticipation.

“Good. No more lying.”

He was over her, rubbing his member against her slick folds.

Fuck, when did I get so wet?!

She gave a shuddering moan as he pushed inside of her, back arching as he sank deeper into her.

Fuck. Fuck! I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much…

Ro groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out inside of her.

“Fuck, Mira… It’s been so long since… Fuck… So good yeobo…”

Fuck… fuck… it shouldn’t be this hot. Fuck…

Ro began to move, slowly at first, long deep strokes that had her both keening and whimpering, needing more than he was giving. Ro chuckled.

“Poor gongjunim… Is something wrong?” he was taunting her and they both knew it. She wanted to snap back that he knew exactly what was wrong, but she couldn’t do it. Was it because she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction? Was it because she didn’t want to displease him? No, no… it had to be the former…

She shook her head, biting her lip.

“Now now, gongjunim…” Ro tutted, nipping at her neck with pointed fangs, making her buck her own hips. “I thought I said no more lying?”

He pulled back until he was basically out, and then stayed there. She whimpered and squirmed, but he pinned her hips with a hand.

“Use your words, yeobo. Be a good girl and tell me the truth. What’s wrong? What do you want? Be sure to ask nicely.”

“Fuck… I want… I want faster… harder…” She groaned in a half snarl.

Ro nipped at her again and she yelped.

“I thought I told you to ask nicely, gongjunim. Let’s try again, shall we? What do you want?”

Mira fought back a snarl of frustration.

“I want you to fuck me hard and fast… please.”

She felt the chuckle rumble through him, and he slammed back into her, hard and deep.

“Not quite what I was going for, but it’s a start. We can work on your manners and begging.” He dragged back and then slammed back into her, speeding up with every thrust. Mira moaned loudly, eyes rolling in her head as she arched, needing more.

“Fuck, Ro… Fuck… more… please…”

He shuddered, her moans and pleading clearly affecting him.

“Fuck, Mira…” He groaned, obliging her and moving faster, rolling his hips ever so slightly, a thumb slipping between them to rub her clit.

It was different to Abby, but all the same, she was thoroughly enjoying herself… which she really shouldn’t be… right?

The way Ro moved his body was different, and being a different build, he felt entirely different above her. She ran her hands across the smoother planes of his abdomen, feeling the muscles and tension there, even if they weren’t as showy; his arms were built – strong and secure despite his more slender appearance; she slid her hands up his arms and over his shoulders, feeling the power in them as he held himself up; the subtle rippling of his back muscles; the tightness of his ass, she couldn’t help but give it a smack and a squeeze.

Ro made a sudden sound at her smack and flashed golden eyes at her. There was a glint of wickedness there. It excited her.

“Tut tut, gongjunim. Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” He growled, though it was almost a rumbling purr. He pulled out of her suddenly and without warning, flipping her onto her front and pulling her up by her hips.

It caught Mira completely off guard.

Sure, she and Abby had been a bit rough on a few occasions (she liked it, sue her), but somehow, she’d never seen anything like this coming from Romance. She’d been convinced he was a bottom. Apparently, Ro was a switch.

And right now, he was locked firmly into top mode and intent on dominating her.

A palm suddenly smacked her ass cheek with an audible slap and Mira yelped in surprise. Ro spanked her again, and again. Mira could feel her ass cheek tingling from the impact, and yet, she was growing wetter by the second.

“Have you learned your lesson, gongjunim? Or do you need another spank?”

Part of her wanted so badly to say she hadn’t learned, to rebel and get spanked again; the other part desperately wanted him to get back inside her and fuck her more.

She nodded, biting her lip. This was so wrong, but so right. Would Abby be mad? Would he be aroused? Did he have any idea Ro was here? Would he punish her for letting Ro fuck her? Would he punish Ro for fucking her without asking? There were so many questions buzzing in her brain and too many possibilities to consider.

“Good girl.” He purred in her ear, leaning his weight over her back. His purring commendation made her moan as it vibrated through her. He didn’t flip her back over though, instead he pressed back inside from behind her.

It seemed he enjoyed this position greatly, a hand groped at her breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers; his hips surging into her harder than before, penetrating deeper with each thrust until he was all she could feel.

He murmured instructions to her that she barely registered until he spanked her again. Squealing (what the fuck?! He made her squeal?!), she fumbled her hand into her bedside drawer and pulled out a golden bullet vibrator, holding the button to turn it on.

“Mmm, that’s better. I knew you would have one somewhere close by. Now, put it on your clit, but you’re to tell me when you’re close. You don’t cum until I say. Understand?”

Mira moaned in response as she pressed the tip of the vibrator to her sensitive clit. Ro spanked her again.

“Understand?”

“Yes!” she gasped.

“Good girl.”

He pounded into her relentlessly; he twisted his hand into her hair and pulled, forcing her to arch her back and her neck; he kissed her with teeth and tongue and pent-up desire, and she returned everything he gave.

He muttered about her being a bad girl and a liar; about how he’d suspected she was fucking his boyfriend behind his back; about giving her time to come clean, to process and to realise she liked him too; he talked about the things he’d thought of doing to her – about what he imagined they’d have done yesterday.

Every filthy word out of his mouth was a turn on, everything pushed her closer and closer to an edge, but anytime she got close, Ro would pull her hand back from her clit and draw out his own motions into almost painfully slow strokes. He did this at least twice that she could count. Her brain was becoming less and less coherent with every second.

“Doing so well, gongjunim. Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum soon. But that doesn’t mean I’m finished with you. Not by a long shot.”

He was sin. Abby was sin. All of this was sin.

Fucking demons!

She fucking loved it.

“Tell me, Mira. Tell me what you really think, how you feel. Tell me, honestly, and I’ll let you cum. Lie, and I won’t let you.”

The rebellious spirit in her screamed to misbehave. The protective warrior screamed to keep everything secret.

Unfortunately, the thirsty horny slut won out.

“I fucking love it! I fucking love it when Abby fucks me, even when he lets his demon show, and now I fucking love this too. You looked so fucking hot in your glasses this morning… I did think about straddling you. And you’re so fucking hot… I always pegged you as a bottom but… Fuck. I wanted to do more, when I saw you both in the shower… it was so fucking hot, and I haven’t stopped thinking about when you suggested the three of us together, when Abby suggested it, when Baby suggested it… fuck even the fans whole Miromabby thing… I think about you both when I get off. I had to get myself off after watching you. It was stupidly fucking hot and filthy and the thought of both of you with me is so fucking wrong and so fucking right and…” She hadn’t rambled like this since… well… maybe ever.

The fuck were these demons doing to her?!

“Well well well… look who can be a good girl.” Mira tensed. She knew that voice and the deep v8 engine purr that accompanied it. She twisted her head and looked to the side where Abby was standing, arms folded across his bare chest, wearing only a pair of loose lounge pants. She wasn’t sure what to expect of his expression – anger? Jealousy? Arousal?

His eyes flashed golden and his smile was wicked, dangerous, sexy.

She was done for.

“I went for a work out and imagine my surprise when I came back to an empty room. Took a shower and Ro never appeared. I started to wonder… looks like I was right. I knew you got close to jumping him after yesterday and this morning. And avoiding us? So obvious, Miraboo.” He moved closer and placed a clawed finger under her chin. “So I came looking, and what do I find but you on your knees for Ro, stuffed full of his cock and crying out how much you love fucking us.”

“She’s fucking delectable, wouldn’t you agree?” Ro purred.

“Mmm, and she looks so pretty flushed and full of you.”

“Doesn’t she just? Figured it was my turn.”

“Oh absolutely. Don’t stop on my account. I’m enjoying the show.”

Mira had tried three ways before, but nothing had ever been like this before. This was a whole new level. And she had never, never, been the sub in any of those situations.

Abby kissed her deeply, tongue pushing past her own before he stepped back, dragging her chair over to the side of the bed so he could watch, pulling himself out of his pants as he settled in.

“Please, continue.”

Ro didn’t hesitate. He slammed into her again until she was fisting her hands in the sheets and all but screaming. When she tried to bury her face and muffle her screams, Ro yanked her back by her hair.

“Don’t you stifle those cries. I want to hear every single one of them. You’re going to scream my name when you cum, understand?” Mira nodded and Ro spanked her. “I want to hear it, gongjunim.”

“Yes!” she cried out. Abby growled in approval. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on hers as he pumped his own cock. Mira was pretty sure she was starting to drool. Abby’s eyes only left her at brief moments to watch Ro thrust in and out of her.

Mira’s hands were shaking slightly as she pressed the vibrator back to her clit. Abby licked his lips as he followed her movement.

“Give it to her good, Ro.”

He did that. He did that and then some.

Mira almost felt it was impossible not to comply with his order. He slammed into her hard and her vision whited out, stars sparked across her eyelids and his name left her lips in a scream of pleasure.

“Good girl… But I’m not done yet.”

Fucking demon stamina. Fucking love it.

Mira’s legs were shaking as she came down from her high, she had to drop the vibrator to hold herself up with both arms.

“Doing so well…” Abby purred, standing up.

“You are. Now, let’s see how well you can handle two of us. Suck Abby off.”

Abby clambered onto the bed and gently held Mira up so he could sit between her arms. Her whole body trembled – was that nerves? Anticipation? Excitement?

She’d done this plenty, she knew what Abby liked and how to do it… she just hadn’t done it with Ro balls deep inside her cunt.

She could do this.

She let her head drop and opened her mouth wide to take Abby in, swallowing his length before drawing back and swirling her tongue in the way she knew he liked.

His hand knotted in her hair, and he tipped his head back as he moaned.

“Fuck, I didn’t think it could get better. But this view? Fuck.” Abby moaned. Ro moaned his agreement.

“Fucking amazing. I can see why you kept her to yourself. But this, this is very good.”

Mira’s mouth was too full of Abby to respond beyond a hum, which apparently reverberated through Abby because he threw back his head again.

“We’ve thought about this for so long, Mira… You’ve no idea… You look so beautiful full of us.” Abby praised, brushing the back of a hand against her cheek. “Better than a fucking dream.”

“I second that. It’s been so long since I was with a woman… and you do not disappoint yeobo. You feel fucking amazing wrapped around me.”

“Mmm, she does, fucking heaven. The mouth is pretty damn sweet too. And she swallows so well.”

“I can’t wait to try.” Ro purred, leaning over her and stroking her cheek himself. “Such a filthy little mouth.”

“And such a pretty, tight cunt. She’s always so ready for me. Was she wet and waiting?” Abby asked Ro.

“Dripping. Make her work for it a little, Abby.” Abby bucked his hips slightly and Mira almost choked, working hard to adjust. “Look how well she does it.”

“She’s perfect.” Abby praised in his v8 engine purr. Mira vibrated with a strange joy. Perfect? She’d never been perfect.

“So perfect for us.” Ro agreed. “But if you don’t mind… I’m going to take her back for a moment.”

Ro’s hand suddenly buried in her hair and pulled until she came off with a pop. Abby grinned and shuffled up the bed for a better view.

“Be my guest. Take her, Ro. Mark her, claim her.”

Normally such suggestions would have been a turn off, but for some reason, whenever Abby would ‘claim’ her in sex, declare her ‘mine’, she loved it. And it seemed this was having the same affect. Her already heavily stimulated clit throbbed almost painfully and she felt her muscles tighten and coil.

“Oh, I plan to.” He pulled her back with him until she was flush against his chest, practically in his lap and he knelt. “Touch yourself, gonjunim. Show him how much you love my cock inside you.” Ro nipped at her ear as he whispered and Mira obeyed immediately, even as her clit throbbed.

The look on Abby’s face was practically predatory. Ro surged up into her and when she threw her head back, he captured her lips and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth and throat. Mira groaned into him and rocked her own hips.

“That’s it, gongjunim…” Abby praised, “Ride him, give him everything. Take what he gives.”

Their bodies rocked together, sweaty and hot until Ro hissed.

“I’m gonna cum. You gonna be a good girl and take it all?”

Mira nodded fervently. She’d take whatever they gave, the elation and euphoric sensations were too good to pass up. Who would have thought that a couple of demons could take her to heaven?

“Good girl, eyes forward, I want you to look at Abby when I cum deep inside you. I want him to see your face as you moan and scream for me.”

It took everything she had not to close her eyes in pleasure as Ro drove into her harder and harder, but she forced herself to maintain eye contact with Abby the entire time; until Ro shuddered to a stop inside her and she felt their combined cum dripping down her thighs.

They were both panting hard as Ro slipped out from her, keeping her back against him and kissing at her neck. Abby got onto his knees and kissed Mira, deep and passionate.

“You did so well, gonjunim. That might have been the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve had sex with all four of the guys together.”

It should not have stirred her already overstimulated clit back to life.

Abby then began to kiss Ro.

“So fucking hot, aein. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“I understand, but I am going to make you both pay for keeping me on the edge for so long.”

“Of course nae saraeng.”

“But for now, I think Mira can stay the bottom. I don’t know about you, but I’m not done fucking her yet. I just need a minute.”

“I don’t even need that.” Abby smirked, rubbing his cock between her folds before slipping inside her sopping cunt.

Fuck!

She needed a break! She couldn’t do this, she wasn’t ready… she wasn’t…

She moaned in response as Abby and Ro made out over her shoulder, swapping and changing, taking it in turns to tongue her and each other, the other kissing her neck if not the other one. Ro’s hand moved to grasp her breasts and he rolled her nipple between his fingers, the other hand reaching down to rub her clit. Abby rocked into her, and she could feel Ro at her back.

“You taken him in here yet?” Ro asked, trailing a finger around her asshole. Mira tensed between them as Abby pressed hot kisses to her neck.

“No, she hasn’t.” Abby mumbled into her skin.

“Really?” Ro’s voice sounded pleased, satisfied. Mira trembled.

“I’ve actually… I’ve never… I’ve never actually had anyone there…” She bit her lip nervously.

Ro stilled behind her and Abby stilled in front, only for a moment before he resumed.

“Your lucky day Ro.”

“My lucky day indeed. Tell me, Mira, would you mind if I take it? I promise, I can be gentle.”

“He can be. But knowing her, she’ll want you to fuck her fast anyway.”

“Hush, let her answer, yeobo.” Ro purred, running his knuckles against her cheek. “May I, gongjunim?”

She knew her eyes were wide, she knew she was shaking slightly, but she nodded. Ro kissed her again.

Abby slipped out of her and she whimpered at the absence. He lay back on the bed.

“Don’t worry, Miraboo, I’ll be back inside you in a moment, just need to let Ro lube up a bit.” Before Mira could question it, Ro was inside her cunt once more, thrusting as he lubricated his cock in her cum, and likely his own. Abby looked smug as he watched. “Now sit on my cock, gonjunim.” He ordered. Mira straddled his waist (his slut waist her mind supplied) and sank down on his cock. Abby moaned in pleasure.

“Lean over Mira, he’ll take it steady.”

Was she going to do this? She’d never even taken anyone in her ass before, was she really going to let Ro take her ass? Whilst on top of Abby too? Would it even work?

Abby raised his hips, lifting her with him and hitting even deeper, making her gasp, and slid a pillow under their joined hips. She felt Ro move in behind her, lining himself up with one hand; his other slid between her and Abby and pressed her vibrator to her clit.

“It should help.” His tip pressed at her tight entrance, and she hissed. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

“Don’t stop, I can take it.”

“So determined, and so eager.” Abby chuckled.

Ro pressed deeper and Mira hissed again as she adjusted. He thrust, shallow but in time with Abby’s own, gradually letting himself slip further in as she relaxed around him. Her eyes flew open and her mouth hung agape.

She’d never felt anything like this before.

She’d never felt so full. So absolutely stuffed. So completely fucked. And she had never felt so fucking good. She let out a shuddering moan, eyes rolling slightly in her head.

Fuck. They’re ruining me.

She felt and heard both demons chuckle.

“I think she just discovered a new realm of pleasure.”

“I think so did we.”

If she saw stars before with just one of them, she was seeing entire galaxies now. She’d never know sex could feel like this. At least penetrative sex. In fact, all sex. This was… this was beyond comprehensible words.

But Abby and Romance seemed to understand.

They muttered praises, they kissed her, the kissed each other, they pleasured her and the matched each other’s pace, fucking her relentlessly until she came undone again, and again, screaming their names.

Only when they both finally spilled inside her with a groan, did they all collapse, Ro tumbling to the side next to Abby and Mira half on Abby still. They peppered her with kisses and words of praise.

Mira was utterly spent and completely pleasured.

Well and truly fucked.

“I’ll be ready again in a minute.” Abby laughed.

“Mmm… I think I will be too, but we might have to let her watch for a round before we take her again.” Mira stared at them both.

“I can take it.” She blurted without thinking.

Patterns pulsed to the surface and the demons pressed closer in on her, cocks hardening against her skin.

“In that case…”

Totally fucked.