𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 | Reader x Saja Boys

~14~

Smutty chapter, this time. No bs. I'm not joking around.

THIS CHAPTER HAS SMUT. IF THIS ISN'T YOUR CUP OF TEA, KNOW THAT I AM NOT MAKING YOU READ IT. THE SMUT WILL STOP AT THE TIME SKIP, WHICH IS THE SYMBOL RIGHT BELOW.

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Sure, you could go rest in bed like you were told. That might be the reasonable thing to do. But do you always make reasonable decisions?

No. No you do not.

And while Mystery is busy keeping a drunk Jinu contained, you take the chance to feed your curiosity. You creep down the hallway to Mystery's room, carefully pressing down on the door handle.

It's unlocked, which means that this is your chance to find out what's in the box. Surely your imagination ran away from you. Surely he doesn't have... certain things in there.

You shut the door behind you and fall to your knees next to the bed as you peer beneath it. You see a small chest pushed against the wall.

It takes a bit of wiggling, but you manage to grab the chest and drag it out into the open. You settle it down on your lap, prying the lid open to reveal its contents.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Mystery calls from the doorway, sounding amused. You glance over your shoulder to see him approach, scooping the chest away. He holds it in his arms, staring down at you with what you imagine is a stern expression. "Well? Anything to say for yourself?"

"I- I just wanted to know what's in there!" you desperately say, reaching up to try and grab it. But he tosses the chest to the side and twists your wrists behind your back as he bends you over the bed. "Mystery?"

"Yes?" Mystery slowly lowers his body over yours, pressing you into the mattress. He fiddles with something before you see the chest placed next to your head. "I thought you wanted to see what was in here?"

"Uh..." You swallow thickly, watching his hand lower into the open container. He pulls out handcuffs, which he then uses to restrain you with.

"You'll get to see them," Mystery assures you, as if that's your most pressing concern at the moment. He shifts you so that your face is pushed down and ass is up. "But first... Do you think I deserve an apology?"

"An apology?" You frown, not really struggling against him for some reason. You trust him and are eager to find out what he's planning, in a way.

"Mhm." Mystery grinds himself against you, creating a friction that you can feel through your clothes. "You went snooping, didn't you? And after how nice we were for not eating you. It's a real shame, but a proper apology might help me feel better."

"I'm sorry, Mystery." You crane your neck to see his face, not that you can ever tell what he's thinking. His lips aren't very expressive, after all. "I was just curious."

"Curious?" Mystery makes a small sound from the back of his throat. He tilts his head, grabbing your waist and slowly rolling his hips against you. "What if I was curious about how long you could warm me? Maybe I could write a whole album with you fluttering around me, warm and wet."

You moan and gasp at the same time, eyes fluttering at the idea. It's appealing, in a certain way. "I looked in the box, so you should get to be- to be curious."

"I agree." Mystery hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants, tugging a bit. They don't come off, but you feel enough pressure to know that he could. He could undress you if he wanted, right here and now.

"Are you going to?" you find yourself breathlessly asking, pushing back against him. He's hard, and you can feel it. You want it.

"Maybe another time." Mystery releases his hold on your pants. "But not now. Now, you're going to properly apologize."