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Mystery shivered.
Despite Zoey’s room not being any colder than the rest of the penthouse, the sound of her humming the melody of the song she was working on had sent a sharp shiver up his spine.
She told him almost an hour ago that she was this close to being done, that she wanted him ready once she was sure the last lyric was written. So like the good boyfriend Mystery was, he stripped to nothing and kneeled at the foot of her bed.
And he waited .
Zoey always liked to poke fun at him for having the same amount of patience as a dog did, that he was too spoiled (only because she did spoil him) and that he needed to wait five more minutes because seriously she almost had it. Mystery wanted to prove her wrong. He was a good dog boyfriend. He could wait an hour, or days, or weeks, or lifetimes if by the end of it she was there for him.
The worst part, however, was that she had pinned back his bangs with one of her cherry shaped hair clips. He had growled at her (only to receive a hmpf, bad boy and a pen to the head) when she had exposed his face. It wasn’t because he didn’t like it when she saw his face, in fact Mystery had been trying to get comfortable with one of his eyes being exposed during the day because it got Zoey’s attention. But when Gwi-ma was in control, Mystery wanted to keep some semblance of himself locked away for safe keeping. It was terrifying to have an entity as vicious as Gwi-ma in his ear at all times, Mystery made sure he guarded himself as best as he could. He saw the way Abby and Romance had been twisted and manipulated by their vanity, the voices usually told them that their flaws made them unloveable, that they wouldn’t be anything without their external attributes. He stood by and observed how each piece of shame the Saja Boy’s carried was poisoned and shoved back down their throats. Mystery endured when all that surrounded him was the message that he couldn’t be anything at all, and that he would always be a worthless waste of air. Especially after he sat next to Zoey at the signing, all he felt was Gwi-ma squeezing the miniscule shred of hope for acceptance Mystery carried. Mystery tried to remember how irrational the voice was to him; That it didn’t matter if he had a hard time expressing himself, or that it was okay to not be as outspoken as Jinu, and yes, he was capable of changing himself to become a better person.
When Mystery was with Zoey, he was able to forget that the voice was ever there in the first place. So, he kept his hands in his lap and tried to appreciate the absence of the constant itch on his face.
When Zoey finally, finally, plucked off her headphones and spun around in her desk chair to face him, Mystery felt his body relax before his mind caught up. His shoulders slumped forward, he braced himself with his hands balled into the carpet, and he felt his heart leap . His body language could have been confused for an animal poised to attack, but Zoey just stretched her arms up until her back cracked . She knew her dog was leashed.
“Okay. I think I got it,” Zoey yawned, rubbing at her eyes with the heel of her hand. “That bridge was a nightmare. You remember when I told you about the demons we fought on top of the train? Writing that was like a billion times harder. And Mira was supposed to send me ideas but she totally went out to get kimbap with Romance and Abby, and that’s fine, I found my notebook from like four years ago…”
Mystery tried to listen, he loved the sound of her voice. It was so sweet and grounding and he could have waited longer if she let him listen to her practice some of the lines. He was in constant amazement of the way her lyrics were sharp and quick, but when she spoke it was all…light. Mystery hadn’t realized that the shadowed darkness Gwi-ma had instilled had vanished from his sleep ever since he and Zoey started dating. It was like the glow sticks the Huntrix concerts sold were personified and then multiplied over and over until her radiance was enough to scare away the last of Mystery’s internal demons.
Warm hands cupped Mystery’s face suddenly, jolting him away from his thoughts about his beautiful, stunning, perfect girlfriend. It startled him enough that he forced his eyes down, focusing on the space in front of his knees.
“Are you even listening?” Zoey lifted his chin higher, so that Mystery had to drag his eyes up to hers. The expression on his face must have been innocent enough because a light flush spread faster than the Saja Boy’s craze across her cheeks, “Okay I’ll turn off the music brain for the night.” She giggled.
Mystery loved her laugh.
He nuzzled his face into her right hand, the one she uses to write her lyrics, as a silent affirmation to have her attention until the morning. He lifted his right hand and tugged on the waistband of Zoey’s sweatpants. Mystery clenched his hand, not daring to go any further without Zoey’s say so. He parted his lips, about to mumble a plea but Zoey understood,
“Alright, I know I kept you waiting, I’m sorry,” One of her hands peeled back from his cheek and threaded itself in Mystery’s hair. It didn’t matter to him that he had sat quietly while she worked, it didn’t matter that his knees were starting to feel sore, the contact of Zoey’s nails to Mystery’s scalp would have had him satiated for the next hundred years.
Mystery, after recovering from his momentary daze, furrowed his brows at her apology. He was more than capable of sitting without throwing a tantrum, he was not the impatient dog the other Huntrix characterized him as. Mystery shook his head and rested his face into her leg. The feeling of the soft cotton on his cheek combined with the cushion of her thigh almost lulled him to sleep on the spot. He inhaled deeply, the remaining notes of her warm perfume reminded him of the bakery three blocks down from the penthouse. Mystery made a mental note to suggest they get strawberry buns in the morning.
“I think I might take a shower, my back is killing me.”
Mystery braced his hands on the junction of Zoey’s foot and ankle. The feeling of her fingers inching out of his hair had a growl reverberate out of his throat. Why couldn’t she see that he needed her more than a flower needs sun? Why couldn’t she see that she was his sun? He couldn’t believe that she took her sweet time with the new song that hadn’t even been pressured by the company or Bobby, while he sat a couple strides away waiting for her, naked and antsy. If her back ached she could have asked Mystery to rub it! He would have made it special with candles and had Jinu play his bipa (blindfolded and turned around) while he made sure that there couldn’t possibly be a trace of tension left in her body! Was he not making it obvious enough that he would do anything she asked? Was he failing at offering himself for her desires like the willing puppy boyfriend he was? Seriously, how was it possible that after all his affection and effort, Zoey could overlook the way Mystery felt and instead-
Oh.
She didn’t.
She was messing with him.
A small chuckle broke through the sound of Mystery’s heart in his ears and he raised his head. Zoey’s eyes shone like two stars had been tweezed from the sky specifically for her. Mystery didn’t bother fighting the way his lips curled into a pout and the whimper that shook his vocal chords.
“Is there something wrong?” Zoey’s voice switched from giddy to evil teasing, “I won’t know if you don’t tell me.”
Mystery gave her a halfhearted glare before returning his gaze to the floor. It wasn’t that Mystery couldn’t talk, he had to perform and interact with fans anytime he left the penthouse, he just…didn’t speak as regularly as Zoey did. When Baby was being an asshole, Mystery had no problem telling him to fuck off; When he went out to eat, Mystery had no issue with ordering. But Zoey always let him be comfortable in his silence, she was used to his nonverbal cues and could carry their conversations in her sleep. And God did he love her for that. Mystery wished he had the capability to express himself the Zoey did so freely, he wished that his tongue didn’t feel like lead when he was off of the stage, he wished he knew all of the right words to say. Right now, he knew Jinu or Romance would be able to sweet talk her into getting in bed, I’m trying to figure out how to breathe with you this close, would get her so red so fast, but that wasn’t Mystery. He didn’t have the finesse of the other Saja boys. All he had was Zoey, holding his face and scratching behind his ear because he was a puppy for her in need of reassurance.
“I…” Mystery’s voice was quiet and hoarse, “I want…to…” He gave a frustrated tug on her waistband and huffed. He wanted to hear her moan his name while he feasted between her thighs. He wanted to taste how wet she had gotten and wash it down with her spill. He wanted to shower with her and wash off any trace of cum that was left and kiss her and kiss her again. He wanted to let her dry off and put on pajamas while he changed her sheets and then carry her into said bedding and cuddle with her until she fell asleep in his arms. He just didn’t have the right words to say it. He never did.
“You want to be a good puppy for me?” Zoey smiled. Mystery almost nodded ferociously but stopped himself when he heard puppy instead of boy .
Mystery pouted again.
“Oh, not a puppy tonight?” She skated her nails up and down his neck, “So tell me, what are you then?”
Mystery pressed his forehead harder against her thigh.
“I only let good boys touch me, Mystery. And you and I both know that you are best behaved when you’re my puppy.”
Mystery clenched his jaw.
“So what are you?”
Mystery whimpered, “Your good…boy.”
Zoey lightly tugged on his hair.
“Your puppy.”
Triumphant, Zoey worked both hands back to his face and angled Mystery’s head away from her leg. She smiled, brighter this time, “And what does my puppy want?”
“ You! ” Mystery cried out.
Zoey leaned down and rewarded his response with a soft kiss. It burned Mystery down to his soul. Everything, even down to her taunts and tricks, about Zoey was soft, no, safe . When Mystery was a demon, his essence had an unyielding burn to it. It was an agony he had to face alone for hundreds and hundreds of years. Gwi-ma wasn’t kind, Jinu wasn’t honest, and the voice was sharp.
But Zoey saw him. Zoey took a sledgehammer to Mystery’s walls and broke them down with each giggle and grasp of his arm. Every blush and ramble about turtles was a shatter to his blocked off heart. Mystery didn’t think he was still capable of having his heart race until he met Zoey. He loved her.
And then she walked away.
Mystery could’ve sobbed. His face felt cold with the absence of her hands. His lips tingled from the ghost of hers. His head felt heavy now that there was nothing anchoring it, “Zoey?” He called out.
She scampered out from her closet with a pair of padded handcuffs and a shine in her eyes. Mystery felt his mouth dry out. He knew that whatever she was about to ask, he had no feasible ability to say no to her.
“Can I?” Her eyes twinkled. Mystery forgot how to breathe.
He nodded quickly and extended his hands out, wrists pinned together. Zoey made sure that the cuffs weren’t put on too tightly (even though Mystery was fine if his wrists lost circulation) by putting a finger in between the gap of the pad and Mystery’s pulse. Once she deemed it satisfactory, Zoey began to pull off her clothes.
All of the thoughts that zipped around Mystery’s head stuttered to a stop. Everything collapsed inward until he felt like his chest was caving in from the pressure. It was impossible for him to tear his eyes away from Zoey, every part of Mystery’s body vibrated with the single emotion he felt: want.
He swallowed. His throat was dry. So, so, dry.
Mystery was caught off guard when Zoey pulled him onto the bed, leading him with the chain that latched his wrists. He knelt in front of her, waiting for Zoey to finish staring at his abs (he started doing more planks after the Saja Boys and Huntrix went to the beach together and he saw the way Abby caught Zoey’s attention). He liked waiting for her cues, for her to initiate what she wanted. Mystery took a deep breath and pressed his wrists to the cuffs, not in protest, but to anchor himself in the moment. To remind himself that this was real . That it was possible for someone as breathtaking as Zoey to choose him, to love him .
Zoey latched her fingers on the chain linking his wrists with leaned forward. If his mind was malfunctioning before, now he was sure he needed a new one. Her lips were soft and sweet and warm and patient even though Mystery wanted to devour her until their souls became one. He wanted to melt into her, to disappear and never return unless it was by her side. Zoey kissed him like he wasn’t ruined by his past, as if he was always whole.
He whimpered when she pulled away, instantly chasing her mouth and leaning forward until he found purchase. Zoey giggled again, the feeling reverberated against Mystery’s lips and the world went white around him. Mystery only felt Zoey. Not the mattress under him. Not the sound of the air conditioning starting. Just Zoey. Her hands, her mouth, her skin, and her love. Mystery wanted to live in her, he ached to carve a hole into her heart and fill it with him . He’d kiss her until the rest of the world melted away, taking the two of them down with it. And Mystery would thank his lucky stars that he could go with her.
He hadn’t realized one of her hands had moved from his until Mystery felt a small press to his sternum. He broke the kiss, backing centimeters away from her. Zoey’s hand moved again, slithering up his chest, to his neck, until it was tangled in his hair again. Mystery sighed.
“Is that all you want?” Zoey tilted her head.
Mystery rested his cheek on her collarbone, turning his head away from her eyes. Of course he wanted more, there was an insatiable pit inside him that screamed for Zoey all hours of the day. Mystery knew that Zoey would want to do something else besides kissing, she wouldn’t have been naked under him if that weren’t the case. But sometimes he felt too greedy for her, Mystery didn’t want to consume her until there was nothing left, he wanted to give her what she wanted. Just the feeling of their skin touching shot content buzzes throughout his body.
“Hey, don’t go quiet,” Zoey squeezed his hand, “I know you want something else. You can tell me.” She pressed a kiss to the crown of Mystery’s head.
Mystery twisted his head to look at Zoey, his face was close enough to her neck that he could taste her scent. It made his mouth water. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he leaned down and began to suck on her nipple, taking a languid drag of his tongue over the nub before latching his lips. He internally grinned at the way she stiffened at the sudden stimulation.
It didn’t last long, Zoey was quick to deny him by lifting his chin up enough so that his mouth couldn’t reach her skin. Mystery growled.
“If you want to taste, you have to ask.”
Mystery sulked by whining louder. His mouth felt numb after Zoey’s tongue had filled it. His lips felt as if they were glued shut, the only way Mystery could find it in him to open them again was if he were to savor her.
“Please,” He murmured, “Can I?”
“Can you what?” Zoey’s voice returned to its cruel light tone.
“Taste…you, please.”
“Yes you may.”
Mystery moved before Zoey finished speaking. He effortlessly lifted her ankles onto his shoulders–one) so that he could have easier access to his prize, and two) so that he could brace himself on his forearms. Mystery pressed his lips to her inner thigh, a thank you for her permission as well as a promise of pleasure.
Mystery pressed two fingers up into her walls, a pleased rumble vibrated his chest at the feeling of the slickness in her heat. He wanted to make her cum. God, he wanted to make her cum so bad. He pressed and curled his fingers until he heard her grab a pillow to brace herself. It wasn’t enough. Mystery wouldn’t be satisfied until he tasted victory on his tongue. He pulsed his thumb on her clit, keeping it to the beat of Soda Pop, while his other hand trailed up and down the junction of her thigh and vagina.
Zoey’s warmth around Mystery’s fingers kept him focused and motivated. He thrusted his fingers up her cunt, randomly pressing on her clit when he deemed her too quiet. Once her breathing turned shallow and rose in pitch, Mystery pressed his lips to her clit. He alternated sucking with every curl of his fingers and pressing down with his tongue. Mystery moved again, this time he peppered slow, long kisses ever so slightly to the left of her heat. Zoey always shivered deliciously at the way his lips felt on her inner thigh.
Mystery pulled his digits out and savored the way Zoey tasted, he sucked on his fingers like a child would a popsicle. It was swallowed down too soon, Mystery turned his attention back to the source before he could forget for a moment what she had felt like in his mouth. He wedged his tongue flat against her outermost walls and languidly pressed his way up to her core.
Zoey moaned. Mystery saw white.
He lost track of time. Of everything. There wasn’t anything else that could have possibly concerned him at that moment. He didn’t care that his knees might be sore during practice. He didn’t care that his cock was straining for friction, to be in the very same, sweet , place his tongue was. No, all that existed was the heat of her body, the way her thighs trembled against his jaw, the delectable, indulgently overwhelming taste of Zoey that drowned out every sharp whisper Gwi-ma had ever hissed into his soul.
Between her thighs was the only place in the universe Mystery had ever felt peace.
He kissed her heat. He kissed her clit. He lapped his way up and down and sideways and up and didn’t stop to catch his breath. He spelled his name over and over until Zoey’s back arched and she came onto his face.
Mystery had never felt happier.
He swallowed as much as he could, and once the pour had finished, Mystery was quick to clean the rest of her cunt with his mouth. He chased every stray roll of cum, licking long paths to ensure none of it was going to waste.
Zoey interrupted him mid swallow by lifting her ankles off of his shoulders. She reached forward to grab his chin, her thumb poised to swipe away some of her spill on his cheek. Mystery growled so loudly it almost turned into a full bark.
Zoey laughed, her smile so bright it went straight to his leaking dick, “You’re such a good boy.”
Mystery came so hard he supported himself on her knees.
He rested his head in her lap, pressing against her stomach. Mystery felt high, he was floating and unable to come back down. His only tether to earth was Zoey. She scratched his scalp, patiently waiting for Mystery to be coherent.
Zoey patted his head twice to get Mystery’s attention, “Come up here.”
Mystery crawled up to sit beside her, clutching the sheets to make up for the loss of contact. Zoey sat up too, her eyes falling onto his length.
In all honesty, Mystery did not care about his own pleasure. Most times, he didn’t even pay attention when he got an erection because he was hyperfocused on getting Zoey off. He waited for Zoey to direct him further, content to stare at her beautiful face until she remembered what she was going to say.
“Lean back.” Zoey nudged his shoulder to fall against the headboard of her bed.
Mystery’s eyes shifted, tracking Zoey as she retrieved the lube from their nightstand cabinet. He shivered at the feeling of his head dripping precum. Zoey rubbed the lube between her palms, warming it up for him (Mystery almost came again from the sheer sentiment of it) before slicking his cock thoroughly.
“ Zoey .” He moaned. Mystery covered his eyes with his hands, doing his best to hide the flush that was blooming across his face.
Zoey rested her hands on Mystery’s shoulders and that was his only warning before she settled her cunt onto his dick.
He tried not to squirm, she hadn’t told him if he was supposed to be still or not. But fuck Mystery was shaking and Zoey wasn’t helping by clenching around him. She hadn’t even started to move and Mystery was inching closer to the edge.
One hand moved off of his shoulder and tugged at the link chaining the cuffs, “Let me see.”
Mystery whimpered as he rested his hands uselessly on his chest.
Zoey’s hand cupped his cheek, Mystery pressed into the contact while holding her gaze.
“My handsome boy,” Her thumb stroked back and forth, “Don’t hide your face from me.”
And then Zoey began to move her hips.
And Mystery saw stars.
He was utterly blank in the head, unaware of the unintelligible sounds flooding from his mouth. Mystery was already feeling sensitive from his first spillage, and Zoey was moving at a rhythm to chase down her next climax. Every roll of her hips sent fire through his nerves. Every slide up and down on his length was one big jolt of pleasure. He’d never call it too much, the gluttonous part of him engorged itself at this treatment. Mystery could feel himself losing more and more scars from Gwi-ma. He wasn’t embarrassed to admit to himself that he loved being with Zoey. He wasn’t ashamed to feel need anymore, or desires outside of getting souls.
Mystery felt himself getting closer to another orgasm and took a deep breath. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to cum again, it just so happened that he occasionally had a small problem of thinking he needed to earn it, and typically he would use Zoey’s pleasure as a reference for that. A 1:1 ratio worked well for him, sometimes he used a 2:1 for extra discipline. He couldn’t justify having another orgasm so soon. Mystery tried to gauge how close Zoey was, her eyes were squeezed shut in delight and her mouth was hanging open sinfully. Mystery wanted to kiss her.
He clenched his fingernails into his palm, doing everything he could to distract himself, but it fucking hurt. Mystery didn’t know if he was feeling extra self deprecating or if something was wrong, but the pressure building felt like it was jabbing against his lungs. He didn’t want to let out the high whimper that was building in the back of his throat, Mystery had a feeling it would ring an alarm in Zoey’s brain and make her stop. He didn’t want her to stop for his sake. Mystery took another inhale and waited until the burning in his chest was because of the lack of oxygen entering.
Mystery couldn’t believe how voracious he had gotten with Zoey. He had spent centuries with Gwi-ma reminding him of his pain, of why he didn’t deserve love, and the second one beautiful, charismatic, sweet, kind, funny, dream of a girl looks his way, Mystery turns into a dog a weak beast who couldn’t even be patient enough to wait his fucking turn.
He bit down on the inside of his cheek until he could feel the first pricks of blood form. The pain from the pressure was beginning to overtake his thoughts. Mystery’s thighs were shaking under Zoey, his heels dug into the mattress as if the onslaught of sensation would drain from his body into the covers. His cock throbbed so hard he worried it might burst. Mystery defaulted to what kept him soft,
She’ll hate you if you cum again
Don’t force her to stop her rhythm by making her grab another condom
Be a good dog for once and let her have her pleasure
He didn’t even realize he was on the verge of crying until a hot tear scalded his cheek.
And then another.
And then one more.
And suddenly Mystery couldn’t build another mental wall. He couldn’t find any of the shameful cement he had used for the past hundreds of decades. All he had was his Zoey, his gorgeous wrecking ball of a girlfriend. He wanted to cover his face and take off the stupid hairclip and hide from the world forever. But he didn’t so much as turn his face into the pillows. Zoey told him that she wanted to look at him.
Mystery tried his best to anchor himself. He clenched his fists into balls, his toes curled into the sheets, he dug his wrists against the padding (Mystery wished there wasn’t a cushion between the thin skin on his wrists and the bite of the metal), anything to get himself off the edge.
He didn’t say anything to Zoey. Mystery wanted her to have her preferred pace, which just so happened to be devastatingly rhythmic and sent lighting up his spine. She took his dick like it was hers to use (it was) and she held down Mystery’s hips like his body was hers to puppet (it was).
After Gwi-ma, Mystery didn’t think that being owned could feel so good .
When Zoey finally picked up the speed she moved her hips at, Mystery knew she was close. He counted up and down from 10, he pressed his tongue between his teeth, he imagined Jinu yelling at him for missing a step in choreography.
And when Zoey gripped his shoulders nails first and let out the most melodic moan Mystery had ever heard, he let himself cum with her.
There was a blissful static in his ears, the kind of white noise that vibrated warmly down from behind his eyes, to his chest, and slowly sank into his arms. Mystery could feel a small, giddy smile paint his lips as Zoey caught her breath. He snagged the hand she reached out to wipe his cheeks, holding her palm to his lips as he kissed its center.
She crawled beside him, releasing his dick from her warmth, and rested her head against his shoulder. Mystery wanted to tell her how good she was, how he didn’t know someone so utterly perfect could exist and choose him to love. However, his mouth was dry, his tongue felt leaded, and his throat was hoarse from the myriad of sounds he had bursted out. He didn’t know if he would be able to sing during practice, much less speak now.
He settled with pulling her closer.
“We should clean up.” Zoey mumbled.
Mystery sighed. He didn’t want to lose contact if it wasn’t necessary, but he felt equal distaste for having dried cum stain his thighs.
“Cuffs,” Mystery murmured, wincing at the way the word irritated his voicebox.
“Oh right!” Zoey reached blindly behind her until her hand made contact with the key. Mystery rose with her as she sat up, staring at the way Zoey fought to not crack a grin. She made quick work of unlocking the restraints and threw the cuffs across the room.
Mystery stood, scooped Zoey into his arms, and carried her into the bathroom. A minute crawl of energy making its way back into Mystery’s body before he turned on the spray of water.