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Rainy clouds covered the sky as she moved through the space with rehearsed perfection.
Her gok-do heavy on her hands as she swung back and forth, cutting and slicing through the horde of demons.
Sure, Gwi-Ma was weakened after the whole ordeal at the Idol Awards but that didn’t mean the new Honmoon could keep demons sealed away forever.
Mira loved fighting. She thrived in the motions as her body pushed her further. She relished in the screams of agony that some demons let out when she pierced through them like it was nothing. But she had to admit, this time, she hated the timing.
A shadow flowing over her piqued at her interest, her focus slipping momentarily from the task at hand, making the demon she was fighting at the moment lunge at her with its full force, her body hitting the wall and pulling a grunt out of her.
Her sight blurred slightly at the edges and she shook her head, preparing herself to block the next blow from the demon, but it never came. Instead, she heard said demon pleading, watched it taking a few steps back, trying to curl in on itself before letting out a loud screech of pain as it disappeared under dark fluids and a purple cloud, leaving a small but toned figure in its wake.
“You looked like you could use some help, princess” a low, raspy voice spoke.
And then she saw it. Your markings. You were one of them, why were you helping them?
“Stand back!” she shouted as she watched you take slow, calculated steps toward her.
You just laughed but kept going, slowly closing the distance between you as she seized you up.
Something seemed to snap when you got closer and she quickly lunged at you, one hand squeezing at your throat, the other flipping you both over to cage you against the wall with her weapon pointed toward your face.
“Careful, hunter” you said through gritted teeth, your lips curling up in a smirk. “I might like it rough”.
Her grip on you faltered but you made no move to get out or her grasp.
“Mira, stop!” she heard Rumi’s voice and shook her head.
She took a few steps back, letting go of you but keeping her gaze trained on every movement you may make.
“I’ll see you around, pretty girl” you winked at her.
She felt the need to reach for you again, but you disappeared under purple smoke before the others could get to you two.
“Is she...?” Zoey’s voice snapped Mira out of her thoughts.
“She got away” she simply said.
“She wasn’t fighting” Rumi said sternly, her leader tone back in full force as if scolding a child.
“I know” Mira answered harshly. “I’m still trying to get used to it”.
Only silence followed them home that afternoon, a weird tension looming over them.
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Mira was sitting steadily on her seat, her posture stiff but features schooled through years of practice, her expression disinterested as the show host explained the contest to the audience.
She had to run home the moment the horde of demons were dealt with, so she could prepare for this.
She was supposed to be here, watch some c-listers perform and judge them afterwards. Easy.
It was a dancing and singing show, naturally they would invite her, she could show her expertise in those fields.
The first few performances went by almost unnoticed, her bored expression making itself clear as the next duet stepped on their marks, signaling for the music to start.
“A cheap ass version of APT?” She could almost feel the burst of laughter fighting to break out of her but she stayed as focused as she could as the girl on the floor started singing.
“Not bad” she thought.
But she wasn’t prepared for the sight that welcomed her when said girl got up and faced the jury with an infectious smile and wild choreography as the first verse struck.
You.
Unbelievable.
You watched her intently, not at all surprised to see her here, while not once losing track of your verses of moves.
She was so focused on you that she almost missed the other presence onstage.
A good-looking guy with a low and smoky voice, blending well with your raspy and sweet one.
He moved too well to not be a dancer.
Your performance became more heated, he moved his left foot backward in a smooth motion, sliding across the slick floor. You slip your right foot forward, chasing him like a fox on the hunt.
Dipping forward and looking into your eyes, his fingers tightened on your ribs, making Mira clench her jaw unconsciously.
Was she being turned on by your performance? Moreso, was she getting fucking jealous?
“Fuck no” she thought.
You two stopped, toe to toe, as the final verse started slower than the original, and he pulled your hips in close to his.
Threatening to brush his lips against yours, he looked to the left and then to the right and you mimicked him, turning your head opposite. To the right and then to the left.
Don’t you want me like I want you, baby.
The song spiked its final chorus as he pushed you away as if you were too terrible, yet too wonderful to be near, but he held onto your left hand with his right and then he reeled you back in, unable to give you up.
You fell into him, his strong arms wrapping tight around you as the final movements of the choreography were made with his front against your back, looming over you in an almost possessive manner that sent shivers down Mira’s spine.
The audience erupted in cheers and applause as you both bowed to them and then to the jury, your eyes never leaving Mira’s.
She was lucky yours was the last performance of the night, her thoughts plagued with unholy things that made heat crawl up her neck.
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You reached your dressing room with slow steps, opening the door and leaning your back on it as you closed it behind you.
Mira looked at you from the couch and you could only smirk at her.
“You knew I was coming tonight” she stated.
You nodded, making your way to your vanity.
“Would’ve been a shame to let that demon harm this pretty face” you said, looking at her over your shoulder just to find her standing and closer than you expected.
Her gaze darkened as she checked you out, your exposing outfit now fully displaying your patterns, no longer hidden under your glamor.
“You wanted to get under my skin” she said, her fists twitching slightly at her sides.
“Or into your pants, both work for me” you countered, cocky.
Mira grunted, closing the distance between your bodies, her front pressed hard against your back as her hands grabbed your hips firmly, making you gasp.
“Is this what you wanted?” she taunted you, her nails digging on your skin just enough to leave a mark. “You put on a show just for me, didn’t you?” she looked at you through the mirror with a dangerous smirk.
“Answer me” she ordered, “Didn’t you act like a slut just to rile me up?”
“Yes” you choked out.
“Good girl” Mira whispered against your neck, her breath fanning over your skin making you whine when her hands started sneaking up your waist.
She squeezed over your tits, hard enough for another whimper to escape your mouth. The thin spark of pain making you jerk in desperation as you shunt your hips backwards to try and get some friction.
“Look at you” she said, her eyes never leaving yours in the mirror, “so needy”.
She then turned you around to face her, her darkened eyes staring back at you full of hunger. And then her hands were everywhere, from your exposed shoulders to your shaking hips.
She leaned down and kissed you, tentative at first, as if finally succumbing to whatever spell you put her through. Harder when she felt you kiss her back with primal need.
She took control of the kiss immediately, her tongue darting out of her mouth to explore yours and then retrieving it just to ghost her teeth around your bottom lip, biting hard enough to draw blood, then soothing the sting with her tongue.
Your breathing was becoming ragged as her scent overcame your senses, one of your hands gripping tightly at her blouse, the other clawing at her shoulder.
You gasped into her mouth, not from the kiss but from her hand sneaking under your skirt and finding your soaked center. Her fingers teased your folds over your panties, feeling your wetness pool in your underwear.
“All this for me?” she hummed against your mouth.
You nodded, desperately, feeling her thumb brushing lightly over your clit.
“F-fuck”
“Sensitive little thing, aren’t you, demon?” her other hand grabbed your jaw, making you look at her.
You just moaned as she increased the pressure on your clit, her fingers starting to pull aside your panties to get better access.
She guided you to sit over your vanity, your back against the mirror. She pushed your skirt up and stepped between your shaking legs, spreading them further apart with her strong hands.
“Don’t tease me” you warned.
“Or what? You don’t give me orders” she countered.
She started massaging your bud in tight circular motions, and took your distraction as an opportunity to stick two fingers deep into you.
You moaned far too loud, making her slap her other hand over your mouth to muffle the sounds.
“Don’t want anyone knowing what I’m doing to your tight little cunt, do you?” she mocked you, retrieving her hand when your sweet sounds started to calm down.
“You’re the only one who cares about getting caught” you said, your voice broken. “You see, I love to put on a show” you teased her.
“Let’s see if you really like it rough” she half threatened. “I’m going to ruin you” she huffed, increasing the speed of her thrusts.
“Please” you answered.
And if there was some restraint left in her, it broke the moment she heard your pleading tone. She kissed you hard, pumping her fingers deep inside you and curling them just right. As if she somehow knew your body and could read it like an open book, she adjusted and reached that sweet spot that never failed to make you see stars.
“Mira, fuck. I’m gonna...” you started but a ripple of pleasure coursed through your body as your climax hit you with full force.
Mira buried her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as she guided you through your orgasm, riding wave after wave of pleasure until she felt you tremble with overstimulation.
Sticking her fingers out of you, she looked you straight in the eyes as she stuck them inside her mouth, licking them clean and savoring your taste, humming softly as she took a step backwards, breaking whatever atmosphere there was before.
“Not a word of this” she said while smoothing her clothes and hair.
You could just stare at her, completely spent and still leaning against the mirror of your vanity. As she looked once again at you before making her way out of you dressing room, unnoticed.
“What the hell was that, Mira?” was the only thought on her mind as she sat in her car, letting the driver take her home after a really tiring day.
Well, not the only one, but the only one she let herself dwell over. For now.