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The hotel room was quiet after rehearsals, the distant city lights cutting long strips of gold across the floor. Rumi lay on her stomach, legs bent at the knees, feet swaying lazily in the air while she scrolled on her phone with a small pout, utterly entertained.
Her purple hair was a mess of waves falling loose over one shoulder, out of the usual braid she had it in, makeup smudged from a long day of being out and about while recording a new single.
Jinu pushed the bathroom door open softly, stepping in barefoot, with damp, short, dark hair against his forehead, unstyled. He was in gray sweatpants and nothing else, droplets of shower water sliding down his pale skin where he failed to towel them off. Without a word, he climbed onto the large bed, settling over her with his chest pressed along her back, arms slipping around her waist like he belonged there.
“What’s that?” His voice was a sleepy rasp, breath warm against the nape of her neck as she felt goosebumps form there.
The purple-haired idol squirmed but didn’t shake him off. “Fan edits.” She tried to angle the screen away, but he snorted and nuzzled closer, seeing through her as he hid a small smirk behind her shoulder.
“Of us?” He sounded almost too amused, or maybe pleased, perhaps both.
Rumi sighed dramatically. “Mhm, don’t laugh.”
“I thought you wouldn’t stoop so low as to watch them, Rumi. Didn’t you say you were above that when we started dating?”
“Jinu, one more word and I will exorcise you on the spot.” She bristled at the accusation before letting out a very deep sigh. “I… I got curious, okay? Mira and Zoey kept giving me weird looks anytime they’d come across some of them, but I told them not to show me.” She rambled a little, trying to come up with a good enough excuse to get out of the awkward situation.
“Is that so? So now you are dutifully doing the research yourself, huh?” He smirked wider against her skin where the oversized (his) shirt slipped down her shoulder, his dark eyes flicked to the phone. The first slide beneath her manicured thumb read: "They get fried chicken after attending each other's concerts."
“True,” he mused, lips brushing her ear as he exhaled softly, ruffling some of the stray hairs there. “Though you hog all the pickled radish.”
She elbowed him lightly with a huff, then swiped again, and he read it out, voice laced with lazy sarcasm. “She’d wear his jacket backstage and he’d smile like an idiot.”
“Accurate.” Rumi rolled her eyes but tried to hide a smile behind her free hand, which was pressed to her chin to angle her on the bed, as well as to prevent Jinu from smashing her into the mattress.
“Whatever you say, princess.” He let out a low laugh, breath once again ruffling her lavender hair at the delicate nape of her neck. "They'd hold hands under the table at interviews so no one would notice."
She snorted. “You’re too obvious. You’d ruin it by smirking at the camera or something. Remember the footsies under the table at the fan meet and greet? We didn’t last very long, did we?”
He hummed, feigning thought but eventually agreeing. “But maybe this time we could just hook pinkies behind the mic stand, real subtle stuff, y’know?”
“Oh ya, reaaaaal subtle.” She exaggerated her speech but ended up barking a sarcastic laugh.
Another swipe followed, and Jinu read slower this time. “He’d kiss her forehead after fights, buy her coffee every morning, whisper sorry first even when she’s wrong.”
She clicked her tongue but didn’t deny it. “I mean. Yeah, kinda close I’d say.”
Jinu raised a brow, only letting out a deep breath against her nape, hugging her tighter, their bodies pressed together as they slowly settled to spoon on the side instead. Rumi was starting to forget her embarrassment at being caught looking up these things before the next slides followed. "They sneak off during breaks to make out behind the stage curtains."
“That’s so dramatic.” She made an almost cartoonish face at her phone, as if trying to burn holes into the screen.
The dark-haired idol lowered his voice, a rasp against her soft skin as his lips almost touched her shoulder, but she tried to ignore it. “You wouldn’t?”
She wiggled under his grasp as he managed to get his hand under her shirt, stroking her abdomen in small, soft circles. “Shut up.”
Another slide followed as they were both sort of tuned in for what their fans headcanoned about the two of them. "She'd get jealous if a backup dancer flirted with him, he'd reassure her by pulling her onto his lap at afterparties."
"Not happening." She scoffed, as if the idea alone was enough to make her brow twitch at the audacity of such a statement.
Jinu hummed like he disagreed. "You'd be cute pouting, I'd kiss it away, but let’s avoid murdering the poor backup dancers, most of them are Saja boys anyway… Which, if you ask me? It would be weird if my homies attempted to hit me up like that."
She elbowed him again, but her lips twitched at his comment, a little amused by the commentary. They both went quiet then as the violet-haired woman scrolled to the next slide and the words jumped out in bold: "NSFW 🔞: He’d fold her in a mating press and breed her until she cries."
Rumi nearly choked on her own saliva as she tried to swipe away quickly, but his warm, large hand closed over her wrist, grip unyielding as his brown eyes flicked back to the screen, narrowing. He read it aloud, slower, voice low. "Fold her in a mating press... and breed her?"
“Jinu, it's nothing, let’s skip it." Heat flooded her face immediately, second-hand embarrassment and a dose of cringe from seeing something like that, making her stomach churn.
He didn’t move, dark brows furrowed. “What does that mean?”
She hid her face in the pillow, groaning at the fact that she had to give an explanation. “It’s just—a position. Sex. Stupid fan thing.” Rumi’s voice came out muffled.
Jinu blinked, as if to make sure he heard right. “Position?”
“Uh, y-yes! Now shut up.”
“Breed you? Like... make you pregnant?” He hummed thoughtfully, lean, muscled chest solid against her smaller back as he considered what was written out on one of the slides.
She let out a strangled sound. “Jinu!”
He kept his hold firm, curiosity flickering dark in his warm chestnut eyes. “Humans actually do that? Fold someone up like that?” He asked, given that he really didn’t have that much sexual experience before getting into a relationship with Rumi, 400 years spent as a demon weren’t really all about that, honestly.
Her voice was still muffled. “Yes.”
“You saved this?”
“It was on my feed! I wasn’t—I didn’t—shut up!”
He snorted softly, a laugh vibrating through his chest, a knowing smirk spreading on his pink lips. “I want to see it again.”
“No!” She twisted, but he was stronger, pinning her wrist with infuriating ease. Granted, she didn’t fight him that much on it.
He let the phone drop beside them, gaze burning along her flushed neck. "Show me."
“S-show you what?” She whimpered the words out, terrified at the way her voice came out because just the idea had her throb once between her legs, not like he needed to know that, he’d become insufferable over it.
Jinu’s voice dropped to a growl, something dark and hungry. “Show me how humans do that, Rumi.”
She hissed, trying to wriggle her way out of his grasp.. “These are just headcanons, fans just like to imagine random bullshit that doesn’t come close to reality, Jinu. Well, mostly, anyways.” The lavender-haired idol tried to distract him with her words.
He nuzzled along her hairline, lips dragging deliberately as he kept her in place with ease. “So they imagine us doing all this? Even this... mating press thing?” Jinu pressed on, voice lowering into that familiar husk that told her he was up to no good.
She groaned into the pillow, nearly defeated or maybe turned on by his voice, likely both. “God, it’s all TikTok brainrot. They write these fake dating tropes, say we share a hotel bed, hold hands during secret dates, sneak off to kiss between sets. They don’t even know you’re—”
He finished it for her, voice dropping to a near whisper. “A demon?”
Her shoulders tightened as his large hand splayed over her hip, fingers tapping. “Or that I’m a hunter. They just see pretty photos, agency smiles, and make up whatever they want cuz they are bored.”
He breathed against her ear, teeth just grazing skin. “But some of them aren’t wrong, are they? We already confirmed that fact.”
She squirmed, humiliated, heat pooling low in her belly. “Shut up, it’s fanfic shit. They think we’re pretending to date for PR, sneaking kisses backstage, falling asleep in each other’s arms, all that ridiculous stuff, you've just read it yourself. So, how about you do me a favor and forget about it, Jinu?”
He smirked against her temple, pressing closer until there was no space between them. “Nah, don’t think so.” He was far too amused by her reaction, likely the reason why he kept pressing the topic, implications aside. “And this one... the mating press? They think I'd fold you up and breed you like some obsessed beast?”
“They don’t know anything real. Not about us, anyway.” Rumi’s voice cracked as she hoped he would just drop it instead of teasing her by being clueless. Surely he knew what it was, right? At least partly… anyway.
He growled low, voice dark and thick with amusement. “But you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
Rumi let out a shaky breath, squirming as his teeth grazed her neck on purpose, and god, she hated the fact that goosebumps continued popping up on her skin, real proof she was affected by his touch and words.
Seeing that, he hummed against her skin, warm and dark, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just below her ear that sent a traitorous shiver running down her spine. "You would," he whispered, voice husky, words a statement.
She pressed her lips together, refusing to answer, and he rewarded her silence with another kiss, slower this time, letting his tongue flick against her pulse. "Say it, Mi." His fingers tightened on her hip, pulling her back against the hard line of his body as she felt his bulge already pressing against the swell of her ass.
She let out a tiny sound of protest, but it melted when he bit her lightly, soothing it with another kiss and the hot swipe of his tongue. "You'd let me fold you up like that. Cry for me while I keep you pinned. So let me see you like that, Rumi."
“If you came in horny after your shower, you should’ve just said so immediately.” She tried, but her voice came out too shaky for it to sound like a proper accusation.
He scoffed softly, rolling his eyes as he leaned in closer, voice dropping to that teasing, lazy drawl she knew too well.
"C’mon, it’s not that deep. Just show me what they mean, genius. Don’t make it weird."
His fingers slipped under her shirt but settled against her ribs, thumb brushing slow circles, making her squirm some more. She shot him a glare over her shoulder, which faltered when his lips grazed her hairline.
He shifted even closer if it was possible, his narrow cut hips pressing tightly against the swell of her ass now. "You gonna keep acting like you're above it? Or actually help me out here? I’m trying to learn."
She snorted, rolling her eyes, but her breath caught when he nosed at her temple, voice calm but tinged with heat. "Look at you, all red. Thought you weren’t shy?"
“Fuck off, Jinu,” she hissed, face half-buried in the pillow to hide how hot it felt to have him this close.
He laughed low, fingers tracing higher under the oversized shirt, brushing the underside of her breast without grabbing, pleased to find no bra in sight. "Yeah, real scary. Keep talking shit, you’re the one squirming, Miss hunter."
She elbowed him weakly, but he caught it, pinning her arm lightly above their bodies. His other hand tapped lazily at her side, refusing to move lower, deliberately infuriating. "I can wait all night. Don’t think I won’t."
She let out an exasperated noise. "You’re such a dick sometimes for no reason."
"Mm. Accurate," he agreed, pressing a kiss to her jaw. "But you like that, so don’t pretend like it's not one of the reasons we are dating."
He shifted to settle more firmly against her back as he let go of her arm, breath warm on her ear. "Show me how you’d set it up. You talk big about those dumb fan theories, so let’s test one, see if it's any good."
She mumbled something unintelligible, making him click his tongue. "Louder, Mi. Don’t act coy now. Didn’t you want me to try it? Didn’t you say you wondered if I could even figure it out?"
She tried to glare again, but he was too close, too warm. His fingers slid higher, brushing her nipple through the shirt this time, making her gasp. He grinned. "See? That’s better."
“Jinu.”
“Rumi,” he mimicked, sing-song, smirk pressed to her neck. "Seriously. You gonna keep stalling, or you gonna help me figure out how you want it?"
"You're annoying as hell." She let out a huff. “I told you to drop it, you are awful at getting the hint even when it’s spoken out loud for you.”
He snickered. "Good thing you like that about me too." He nudged her long violet hair aside to mouth at her neck again, letting his teeth scrape lightly as if to taunt her further. "So, c’mon. Explain it, or I’ll just improvise. And you know how that usually ends."
She shivered despite herself, pressing her lips together stubbornly in a tight line, refusing to be placed in that position. He hummed, long digits flexing on her ribs over the shirt as he slowed his teasing. "Guess we’re doing this the hard way then. Fine by me, I'll learn by myself."
At that, he suddenly rolled away from her with a dramatic sigh, flopping onto his back like he was over it, his girlfriend proving to be too much work for a moment there before he recovered.
Rumi blinked, chocolate colored eyes confused and irritated, ready to insult him for bailing, but paused when she saw him pick up his phone from the nightstand. "Um, what the hell are you doing? Seriously, right now?" She demanded, trying her best not to stare at the obvious straining bulge in his sweats now that he was standing upright.
He didn't even look at her, thumbs tapping rapidly. "Since you're being so fucking unhelpful, I'm googling it."
She choked on pretty much nothing before a pathetic, "You're not serious," came out.
He turned the screen on full brightness so she could see the search: "mating press sex position." She gaped as he scrolled images, squinting almost comically at the audacity of that man.
"Huh. This one? Alright..." A murmur came from Jinu’s side. "Yeah, I am fucking you like that, Rumi," Jinu concluded with a nod to himself.
He tossed the phone onto the nightstand with a casual flick of his wrist and then pounced, catching the purple-haired idol squealing in his mouth with a hot, open-mouthed kiss.
Jinu’s hands shoved her oversized shirt up impatiently, finally cupping her perky breasts properly and thumbing over her hard nipples until she arched into him with a shudder. "See? Was that so hard? Now I know exactly how to fold you up."
She tried to sass back, but all that came out was a strangled sound when he shifted lower, pressing wet kisses over the brighter demon scars that lit her pale skin, deliberately slowing down to admire them. "These are fucking hot, you know," he muttered against the flat of her stomach before his teeth scraped teasingly at her hipbone. "Don't hide them, I want to see all of it."
“A-ah, tickles!” She tried to squirm, her skin flushed down to her chest already, as Jinu pressed his hand down between the valley of her breasts to keep her still.
When he made sure she was more relaxed, he moved his hand away and popped the button on her shorts, dragging them down with infuriating slowness while she squirmed once more.
“H-hey!”
"You're way too impatient for someone who wouldn't explain shit," he teased, dropping them to the floor carelessly before returning to kiss along the soft lines of her waist. His fingers curled around her plush thighs, pushing them apart so he could settle between them comfortably, gaze flicking up with that trademark cocky grin. "Now shut up and let me do the research properly."
She didn't get to answer before his mouth was on her body again, wet tongue working over the fabric of her light cotton panties, getting them embarrassingly damp as he hummed approvingly at the taste. He nosed against the soaked patch, voice muffled but smug. "Giving in already? That's fast even for you, Mi."
"Jinu…" A whimper ripped from her throat, the pathetic kind, the kind that made him overly pleased with himself whenever he heard it, because he knew it by heart already.
He just chuckled low, letting the vibration of his voice roll against her pussy. He didn't rush, sucking at the damp cotton spot until it was practically see-through before pulling the fabric aside and licking a slow stripe up her slit, watching every twitch and shiver with greedy cinnamon eyes.
As Rumi’s breath hitched and her legs tensed he then pressed wet kisses along the inside of her thighs, teeth grazing with playful threat before soothing the soft bites with his tongue that brushed the crease where her thigh ended and her pussy started. As she moaned softly and low, he flattened his tongue against her once more, pushing her long legs wider with a firm grip, voice still teasing but rougher. "Thought you'd have more insults for me, Mi. Go on, why don’t you say something clever while I make you squirm?” He didn't wait for an answer this time, diving back in with more intensity, dragging obscene sounds from her while his thumbs stroked over the scars on her hips like he couldn't get enough of them.
By the minute, Jinu was turning more feral as his tongue flattened against her, gathering every bit of slick before spreading it deliberately, making a wet, obscene sound that had her biting back a needy cry.
“Jinu, oh my god—” Rumi’s manicured fingers weaved into his damp short hair, pulling harshly.
He growled at the hand in his hair and pulled back to admire her pretty, already swollen pussy with hungry eyes, long fingers parting her lips to watch the slick web between them before thumbing her clit. "Fuck, look at you, so messy already." He slid the same two fingers in without warning, curling them deep while his mouth returned to her clit, sucking hard. He pumped them slowly at first, then faster, spreading her wide just to see the slick coat on his knuckles with a soft sheen.
Rumi’s eyes rolled back, hand clutching his hair even harder as her hips bucked into his pretty, plump lips, a desperate moan leaving her throat as her toes curled tightly, the heels of her naked feet digging into the planes of his broad back as he hissed at that.
It made him grind against the bed, breath catching with a low groan as he rutted against the sheets, clearly turned on by her falling apart. "You feel that? I can feel you squeeze every time I move. Fuck, Rumi, you sound sooo pretty like this." He licked up everything spilling out of her, making sure she heard it, pulling back just enough to lick his fingers clean, watching her mesmerized as she lay out splayed, her long purple hair spreading like the last violet glow before nightfall.
But she still couldn’t help herself, voice cracking with a half-laugh. "You're, fuck, still soooo smug about it. Don’t think you’re special for—ah—figuring it out."
She pushed at his forehead weakly even as he pinned her with that look, chocolate-colored eyes greedy and lips wet with her slick. "Asshole," she hissed, breathless. He just smirked and spread her open wider, thumbs parting her lips so the slick glistened even more obscenely. "Yeah? Keep talking. I like seeing you try to be tough while you're dripping like this. Makes me want to taste you until you're crying again, that’s what you usually do best anyway."
He ducked back in, slurping wetly with a deliberately filthy sound, pushing two thick fingers back in, knuckle-deep and spreading them to watch her flutter around him. His tongue worked circles over her candied clit, heavy and wet, and he made sure to moan against her so she'd feel the vibration, because fuck, he was getting off from eating her out too. So when she gasped, her voice broke again into swearing. "Fuck, Jinu, ahh, fucking slow down."
"Nah," he rasped between licks, breath hot. "You're gonna take it. C'mon, you want to prove a point? Then show me how you come again, let me see how wet you get thinking about me folding you in half."
She writhed, hips lifting, but he used one hand to press her back to the bed, fingers still pumping and scissoring, spreading her hole open without any shame.
“U-ugh, of course you’d say that.” She huffed, trying not to sob on his tongue and fingers, else it would be too embarrassing to show she was affected this much.
"Still wanna talk shit? Hm? Or you gonna come like this all over my face?" Slick ran down onto his wrist, pooling where their bodies met. He made a satisfied noise, grinding his own hips into the mattress like he couldn't help himself, the fabric of his sweats tenting obscenely.
Something about his words made the knot in her abdomen tighten as her breath hitched and she pulled on his hair harshly, nails scraping against his scalp.
“Jinu, shit, I am cu—”
When she finally sobbed his name and came, he didn't stop right away, dragging it out until she was shaking pathetically. She slapped at his shoulder weakly and begrudgingly, panting as she yanked him up into a sloppy, messy kiss that had her tasting herself all over his tongue as she moaned into his mouth.
She was pissed off at his audacity, her hand slipped down between them, fingers sneaking into his sweats to wrap around his cock, already hot and leaking with precum at the throbbing tip. He grunted, hips jerking right into her hand, eyes flickering gold in the low light, those faint purplish demon marks crawling over his broad shoulders and down his scratched back as he tried to keep from just shoving his dick inside of her.
He grabbed her thighs and shoved them up, folding her until her knees nearly hit her chest, lining himself up with barely restrained ferocity as his large cock dragged up her slit, collecting her slick on it to the base. His demon marks glowed faintly, eyes gold and predatory. "You want it? Here it is."
But he couldn't hold back anymore. Jinu angled himself to hit deep and hard, burying himself so she gasped again, filling the hotel room with wet, slick sounds that left no mystery about what they were doing if any of the staff were to pass by. He was more focused on dragging a sob from her lips as her pussy stretched around him, soaking him instantly.
His demon marks flared brighter, a faint purple glow lighting up his shoulders and back, the gold in his eyes practically molten as he snarled for her. "Fuck, listen to how wet you are for me, shit, I can see you pulse every time I move." He ground in deep, rotating his hips so her slick squelched out around his cock, dripping onto the sheets, down her ass and his tight balls.
“Shit, shit, don’t stop, oh my god—” She whimpered, lips agape, swollen from kissing and moaning, throat almost going dry from all the sticky saliva gathered in her mouth.
True to her request, he fucked her like that without pause, rutting hard, the smell of sex thick, sweat slick on their bodies, the slap of skin obscene. "You feel how I'm spreading you open? You hear it? All that slick is you losing it for me. I can't get enough of it." He pressed his forehead to hers, panting, growling softly, voice breaking. "Fuck, Rumi, gonna make me come like this, watching you melt on my cock. Gonna give it all to you, fill you up." He bit at her mouth again, hips snapping harder as she clawed at his demon marks, making them flare and crawl over his flushed skin further while the bed rattled beneath them.
He watched her slick coat his cock every time he drew back, strings of it snapping when he slammed back in. He kept her legs pinned wide, thumbs digging into her thighs, growling at the sight.
Jinu was panting, black hair falling into his eyes as he snarled, rutting into her without mercy, the bed creaking where the headboard met the wall. "Fuck, you look so good like this, just taking all of me. You gonna come again? Come on my cock like you did on my tongue?" He dropped to kiss her hungrily again, like he couldn’t get enough, biting at her lower lip while his hips snapped even faster, messier.
The violet-haired idol was gasping, nails still digging into his back, dark brown eyes glassy but defiant. She let out a breathless huff between moans. "You... fuck, you think you're the only one who can talk shit?" she taunted, voice shaking as he bottomed out again. "God, you feel so fucking good, Jinu, you... you asshole—" She broke off into a keening moan as he angled somehow deeper in that position, her body giving way as her legs were folded right at her chest.
Her glassy eyes dropped to where they were joined, watching his cock glide in and out, slick with her cum. The sight made her groan, hips jerking up to meet him pathetically. "This is embarrassing, god..." She bit at his shoulder nearly automatically, tasting salt and heat, and he let out a hoarse snarl as his marks flared brighter. "I figured, given how much you were trying to avoid this, Mi," he snarled, voice guttural, but there was a knowing glint of amusement in his golden eyes.
She didn’t have it in her to glare anymore at him, his thick cock stretching her way too much, making her head fall back as her pussy clenched around him overly tightly. She was dizzy with the smell of sweat, soap, sex, the raw sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.
Still, she forced herself to look back at him, at those glowing eyes, and grinned through another moan, her own marks starting to glow in that familiar celestial shade. "Don’t you dare fucking stop, Jinu, we won’t be doing a repeat of this—aah a-anytime soon."
He let out a low, ragged snarl, eyes narrowing and flashing molten gold as his demon marks crawled brighter across his skin, down his broad chest and muscled forearms, glowing like veins of hot metal being spilled into a mold. His voice dropped rough, damp breath hot against her lips, not taunting but raw in a way he only ever showed to her. "Look at me, Mi. Look at what you do to me." He slammed in harder, breath ragged like he himself was barely holding on because it felt that good for him, too. "This is what you bring out. Can't hold it back, can't pretend I'm human with you. You're the only one I'd show this to."
He rutted into her with primal need, the glow of her celestial scars meeting his own muddy purple marks. "No one else gets this. Just you, I need you like this, all of you, even the parts you hate. Let me have it all." She felt him shaking above her, barely restrained, fucking her open with slick, obscene sounds, but his forehead rested to hers like a vow.
Rumi pressed her forehead closer to his, voice soft yet raw. "Then take it, all of it. I'm not holding anything back either." Her own scars glowed brighter, flaring in that haunting celestial color that was almost white yet reflected all the other colors too, somehow.
Jinu growled deep in his chest, pressing even closer so their skin was slick and burning. His eyes burned gold as he fucked her harder, breath ragged and short. "I'm going to fill you so deep it won't leave you. I'm going to leave you marked inside, too. You're mine, all of you, Rumi, always, promise."
She whimpered at that, arms wrapping tighter around his back, nails scraping his glowing demon marks before she brushed his nape and threaded his messy hair. He let out a ragged, raw sound, hips snapping even faster as they were both close. "Give it to me. Come on my cock so I can follow. Let it all go, Mi. Let me see what you are when you let go with me."
“Jinu…” Her other hand cradled his jaw as she bucked under him, breath catching on a guttural sound that wasn’t even a word, her legs trembling where he pinned them high. Slick ran out around him, soaking them both as well as the sheets below them.
Jinu let out a low, broken laugh against her cheek, voice wrecked but smug. “That’s it. Can’t even fucking talk now? All you can do is squeeze my cock?”
“Shut the fuck up.” She tried to glare at him, her voice cracking as she was breathless, panting, thighs cramping slightly at the position he held her in, too sensitive from her last orgasm still.
He just bit at her neck, hard enough to make her jerk. “No, I’m enjoying the show too much.”
She let out a strangled groan as he slammed back in, the sound wet, obscene. “Fuck, you’re such a fucking asshole over this whole thing.”
“Yeah?” He ground in deep enough that she actually whimpered, hips pressing so she couldn’t squirm. “Saying while you drip all around me? One to talk shit, huh?”
“Asshole, no wonder your ass is a demon. Get off…” She snarled, breathless.
He barked a dark laugh, cutting her off by rolling his narrow hips brutally, dragging the blunt and swollen head of his cock right over that spot that made her eyes roll back as she was already shaking underneath him, a tell-tale sign she was gonna come soon.
She gasped, voice cracking high, hand clutching his hair. “Fuck, Jinu, stop, I’m gonna, ohhh…”
He moaned low in her ear, words dark and triumphant as he himself panted, feral in his half-demon, half-human state. “Yeah, that’s it. Go on, fucking cum on me.”
Her thighs trembled violently, walls clamping so tight he hissed in retaliation. Rumi sobbed out a broken curse as she came, slick gushed around him, loud, messy, soaking them both, violet hair splayed out and messy on the hotel bedsheets.
She whimpered, voice wrecked. “Jin, stop moving, nnngh, sensitive—”
He huffed, shaking his head in a simple ‘no’ as he did slow down but just enough to grind in slow, heavy circles that dragged his cock along her still-pulsing walls, forcing another shaky moan from her.
“Stop? You’re still fucking coming,” he taunted, voice breathless, black short hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.
She let out a strangled laugh that broke on another gasp. “God, I hate you sometimes for real.”
He bit her shoulder again, roughly, leaving red crescents. “Mhm, keep saying that while you soak my cock, princess.”
Rumi shuddered hard, breath catching in her throat, tears prickling the corners of her dark eyes, overstimulation kicking in. “Fine, keep going, you are less annoying that way.”
“Yeah?” He groaned, voice cracking at the edges as he slammed in deeper. “Gonna give you everything. Fill you so full it drips out for hours.”
“Gross. Don’t you dare—” She whimpered again, words slurring.
He snickered, breath hot against her ear, but his voice was already breaking. “Too late.”
He shoved deep, holding her there as his cock twitched violently inside her. The first thick, scalding-hot spurt hit so deep she actually flinched, gasping at the heat, eyes wide at the fact he actually did it.
He let out a ragged, wrecked whimper at how good it felt, hips jerking, forcing more of it in with every pulse. “I think I get what those fans were on about, this position really is amazing for this sort of thing, this whole breeding thing, I get it now.” He was mesmerized by the sight between her thighs, eyes dark and glazed with admiration.
“Oh my god, stop looking at it, disgusting…” Rumi whined out, still flushed, yet feeling all fight leaving her body as she just laid and panted, too fucked out to do anything else as her scar-marks flickered out, turning to pale-barely visible white on her skin once more.
“You call our creation disgusting? Mean, Rumi, it’s not like you are judging song lyrics for Huntr/x’s new single here.” Jinu fake-pouted at her in an overly dramatic way, his own marks slowly retracting back to where they came from as he calmed down, eyes turning to a soft brown instead of staying bright gold.
His gaze then flickered to her face properly, taking in her fucked-out expression, the long messy lavender-colored hair clinging to her cheeks and temple as he simply brushed off some strands with a touch that was far too gentle compared to what just happened. “I will call it quits for now if you will admit that you liked what we’ve done. For one, I agree with that headcanon about the mating press, unmatched suggestion by our shippers.”
“Yeah, well, whatever, if it makes you happy, I will yield this time.” Rumi finally gave in, too mellowed out to put up more of an argument with her boyfriend at this time of the night.
“Good, I will do more research on these headcanons in my own time then, gotta make sure we have more things to try out when our schedules match up again.” He kissed her temple with a wet smack of lips. “That being said, I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“Please don’t take sex advice from fans, for the love of god, Jinu.” She allowed her head to drop to the pillow with a soft ‘thump’. “But speaking of that… no, it was good, we both just talk a lot of shit, I guess.” She brushed his shoulder as he was still nestled inside of her, placing soft kisses on her skin where there were teeth marks and hickeys around her neck and collarbone, his hands smoothing down her shirt to make sure she wouldn’t get cold.
“Mhm, but I like bickering with you, makes it more fun, Miss Hunter.” He teased with a soft smile on his face while Rumi was attempting to sort out his hair, which refused to cooperate without any hair product in it.
“Only a demon would say that.” She taunted, yet there was a tired smirk on her face, brown eyes crinkling as her lashes cast soft shadows over her cheekbones.
“Your demon.” He murmured against her lips, eyes soft as he cradled her jaw for a moment.
“My demon.” Rumi echoed, pulling him in for a soft kiss.