Yandere! Saja Boys x Reader
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.
This was the beginning of the end. For you, you'd never wreaked any havoc in your life ever.
When young, you were a quiet little thing; left to your own devices, you'd scribble, draw your own little pictures and whisper to them in your head. Your mum would pat you on the head. You were the 'easy one'. The 'helpful child'.
But now. Oh, god, now. The Saja boys had killed. And they wouldn't stop saying two words. For you.
You were crying. They were demons. They'd lived for centuries. They've fought through wars with different realms. They held the allure of a thousand showmen. They've commanded. They've been worshipped. They'd told you stories.
They'd glossed over the gory parts just for you. But now, you had to face it. In the end, it wasn't just darkness and misery they had in them.
It was bloodlust. Those demonic genes. They felt. And they felt hard. They'd felt for you. It had swept them off their feet. Now, look at the aftermath.
You were crying, and they were in your room. Didn't apologise. Or explain. They didn't say anything. They watched you. They came right up close to you and held you when you screamed and kicked and thrashed. They made sure you were well fed.
Two fucking days it took for you to run out of tears. To stop absoulutely bawling everytime you saw them.
All the time. Nine-to-five. Five-to-nine. They were on you. Staring. Taking the kisses. Taking the cuddles. Offering you consolation that was so full with their feelings. And yet to you it came off as so empty.
You were helpless. Bedraggled in the sheets, your eyes were blank. Romance's turn, it was to take care of you. Your bedsides were all void of sharp objects. You were blaming yourself. He wanted to offer that you kill them instead but, oh wait, they can't die.
But they love you. So you can't die either. You poor fucking pathetic thing.
At first, he was delighted when you didn't edge away from his kisses like he was crawling with maggots. Then he realized by the slowing of your heart that you were punishing yourself by giving into them.
Abby was on cloud nine when he took you in his lap, pressing your head to his shoulder and you merely slumped on him.
Jinu was slowly losing it. He'd known you weren't selfish like other humans. But he'd calculated wrong either way. You were a deep, deep empathetic angel. You would never accept their murderous urges that stemmed from their attraction to you. You'd never stand for hurting others. And look, when it had happened, you'd just about died.
It was a pivotal instant wherein which they'd been lounging about your house, doing this and that but only thinking of you. When a small crash could be heard from your room. It was amplified through their demonic hearing and ripped through their guts like an inferno.
You were staring in the body length mirror of your room. broken vase to your neck. Bawling your eyes out.
Since then, they'd never left your side. They never slept either way, but with you they kept their eyes wide open. What if they blinked and you dissapeared?
They'd never been so afraid of losing something.
So, to say in the least, for Jinu, things were spiralling out of control.
Baby was nasty. But that all died down once he saw you wailing into your pillow. Your small, small body in a broken heap in your bed.
"But we love you so much, doesn't that earn us any forgiveness??" Romance had tried, you didn't reply. He'd formerly known it was to no avail.
They were demons. You'd taught them how to feel human again. And he knew how unforgivable it was to take someone's life. Repeatedly. But they'd still done it for you. He wanted to tell you that again, pile it upon the other hundreds of times he'd told you. But you were beginning to send him these really dirty looks. You didn't like to hear it was his guess.
Your bed was littered with flower bouquets and these little trinkets. Mystery. You could smell that cologne on them.
"You're divine." He rasped at night, laying them at your feet like a filial piety to a celestial being.
They were compelling. Very. But not enough to break you out of your misery.
Abby found you on your kitchen floor once. A photo frame of your late boyfriend in one hand and a loaf of bread in the other. You were eating it straight from the packet.
"Hey, hey hey-- what are you doin'?? You're gonna get a tummy-ache." He crouched, large hand splaying across your stomach as he talked.
"M'hungry." You mumbled.
Abbott had never taken care of anyone before. For the first time, he carried you to the couch. Making sure you were comfortable, he draped you with a blanket. Before skedaddling back to the kitchen.
He presented you with this instagram-worthy sandwich. You'd looked at it. Then looked up at him. He was motionless, muscles coiled up tight. Waiting for a reaction.
"Thanks." It was emotionless. The most insincere thanks you'd ever given. But Abby had ascended to Nirvana. A huge, huge smile grew upon his face. His eyes rolled back right before he hugged you tight.
You didn't respond. He subconsciously listened for your heart. It was slow and dreary. And right then, he felt something he hadn't felt in centuries. A pang in the left side of his chest. You were shattered. And it was their fault.
You stared at the sandwich. You were about to eat a sandwich made by a murderer. More ridiculous yet, this murderer had made you a sandwich.
You were eating it while he switched on TV. Thankfully not one of their performances. And sank in beside you. You moved away, he pulled you back.
Your lids were heavy.
"I want to forget."
It was the first demand you'd made of him. Of any of them ever. Outside of wanting them to leave or to leave you alone or any of that crack.
Abby stared. He knew it, it was at the near tip of his tongue. What was that thing humans so badly craved when they wanted to forget?
Ah, he remembers now. So, he took out his phone and got typing, and 15 minutes later the four others arrived from their gig with bags full of soju and whiskey. The expensive kind.
You wordlessly reached for a bottle and chugged. It burned your throat. The warmth travelled down your body and unfurled in your limbs. You gave a shuddering sigh and leaned back.
They took the opportunity to sit close to you. They listened to your lamentings. You cursed and yelled and hit them. You cried. Pretty and soft and quiet sobs, then heaving and loud, face scrunched adorably.
You told stories about your dead boyfriend. They were displeased at that, but listened nonetheless. The whole time they were here, you wouldn't look them in the eyes. Now, you stared into their non-existent souls while you talked. You laughed out of anguish. They took turns holding you while you cried more.
They checked the time and it was 3am. You were tearing up in your sleep.
Baby stroked your cheek and you opened your damp lashes to look up at him. You were on Romance's lap. A pillow under your head. He was out cold on the couch. So was Abby and Malak, his blue-ish grey locks still covering the majority of his flawless face even as he rested.
"If it's unbearable, you can use me to forget." Baby's deep voice was resonant in your inebriate mind.
You weren't yourself anymore. Delirious. Wasted. "What use would you be of to me?" Your voice was soft. Could break at any moment.
"I can give you my body to satify you. Close your eyes."
You did. Beni carried you up the stairs and to his room. Your head on his shoulder, legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
He'd told you many times that he'd get you in his bed somehow because he always got whichever girl he wanted in his bed. But this wasn't how you, or him, had ever imagined it playing out.
And fuck if he'd lost all if any of his cockiness that he had while making that promise to you. He was a lost, reverent man between your legs.
You were looking up at him, hair spread across his silk-encased pillow like a dark halo. Eyes hazy and half-lidded. He was going to make you hate him more. But gods, he could never let this opportunity go to waste.
He leaned down now and whispered in your ear. A low, raspy, smooth and effortlessly knee-weakening cry for your love,
"I want to feel you in my bones."
You weren't for any of this feelings bullshit. Hell you could barely even think, let alone return sentiments to your demon captor-now-murderer.
"Mmmm...y'said you'd help me forget. Make me forget." You slurred. Your voice got that high, breathy tone to it at the end. The pitch that told him you were in unspeakable pain even now while it was depressed by alcohol.
You weren't in your right mind. In truth, he didn't want you to hate him more. He shouldn't do this. But you hated him so much already. Would it make a difference??
He was going feral inside as he looked down at you now. So tempting, with your hands above your head. You fluttered your lashes so prettily. Pink lips open and inviting. An unspeakable allure. Your existence itself enticed them to the point to which they could just go mad.
"Little minx." He spoke roughly, smacking a kiss off your cheek with his hand in your hair, before going down. So pliant and helpless and unwillingly willing like this, you were doing things to him.
If you had known you would have been taken advantage of in this way, would you have downed all that hard liquor?
You were vaguely aware of a cold thumb hooking the waistband of your sweats. Your whole body jolted. Baby looked up at you from between your legs, dragging it down slowly.
You couldn't see it but he was fervent. Voracious. But, he also wanted to savour every little inch of you so badly. You were just so beautiful. Poor Beni, he was so lustful and so lost.
"Men." You breathed. Then yelped abruptly when he drove the flat of his tongue down your clothed folds.
"Malak would kill for this." Beni laughed lowly. Harshly, as if he couldn't believe his luck. He'd abandoned all morals that he'd tried to adopt with you. Pathetic.
One taste, and he'd lost it. You were just so dripping wet. Your panties were yanked. One arm locked around your belly and the other around your left thigh, holding your legs open, you couldn't escape. Baby looked at your glistening folds. "Pretty." He only wanted one thing tonight.
"W-Wah!!" Your back arched. You sobered up for a split second but it all went up in smoke. Because he'd latched on. Your whimpers turned to urgent moans. Moans to yells and screams. He was devastatingly good with his mouth.
Baby sucked. And licked. And sucked some more. And you were oh-so sweet. Not just the taste. But your reactions. Your voice as you yelled out his name, warning him of your approaching peak.
You'd made a mistake by doing that, by the way. He pulled back, staring at your twitching hole, your glistening folds. Swollen clit. It was for a mere moment. Before he absoulutely delved in. You screamed as he redoubled his efforts, chasing your climax ruthlessly.
With a high-pitched shriek, your legs convulsed and you made a mess of his lower face. Your essence dripped down his chin and he gulped it all up.
"Mmmh-- Lemme go... don't got anymore left." He was sucking and pistoning his tongue deep into your sopping hole long after licking everything up, looking for more. Gotta drink every drop. Pushing him away in the aftershocks? Yeah, he was having none of that. You're riding it out, no questions asked.
Tired and spent, you pushed his head away and turned onto your side. He curled in with you.
You clutched him. Sprigs of happiness bloomed in his chest and he pulled you in, holding you even tighter.
You woke up in the morning confused and destroyed with a pounding headache. Your pants were gone. You were bundled up between a pair of arms holding you to a firm chest.
You didn't know what it was, that made you feel so filthy. But here you were, lying against another male body that wasn't your boyfriend. Your bottom half completely bare under the blanket.
Disoriented and completely clueless, you sat up, ignoring the set of arms still clasped around your waist. You didn't want to see. It wasn't rocket science; You'd gotten piss-drunk. One of them had been scummy enough to take advantage.
"[Y/N]...."
However, that deep voice was the one that you least expected to hear. You jolted, and slowly turned your head. It was Beni. Of all of them, he was the most withdrawn. Had he been holding himself in?
You scooted back. He tightened his arms. The blanket had slipped off. Desperate, you pull down your t-shirt.
But his eyes were solely on your visage. The darkness of your large eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that, [Y/N]? Like I...used you."
Beni felt a spark of indignation rush through his veins. You had both enjoyed it. Why couldn't you just accept what they could give you?
The worst part was, really, he couldn't smell any anger off of you. The hate toward him was palpable. But much, much more than that..... the self hatred was the most potent emotion he could recognize.
He hadn't realized his arms had loosened. You were already off the bed, tugging on the rest of your attire hurriedly.
"Damn, was I just a one-night stand for you??"
The carnal allure dripped off of his shirtless form even when you couldn't see him. It was clear he was trying to appear a helpless virgin, used and abandoned. Or was he even trying?
You turn around to see him propped up on an elbow, on his side, facing you. He gazed up at you with pure bedroom eyes. Beneath all those colorful oversized shirts... this man was actually as chiselled as the rest of them. Just a smaller build. He was all too pretty, plumpy cherry lips curling and thick dark lashes fluttering as he stared. You took a step back.
You would protest and say that you were drunk. Instead you just gave him a nasty, filthy side eye. And curses waterfalled from your mouth.
The fucker had the nerve to laugh. Laugh at you. "Take it easy, [Y/N]. If it helps, all I did was give you head."
"Yeah well suck it again." You gave him the finger.
"Gladly." His voice dragged out in a sinful purr. He wasn't kidding. He really fucking wanted it.
You slammed out the door, eyes wide.
You couldn't face it. You couldn't face anything that was happening to you right now.
But when you got to the sitting room, he was casually lounging on the couch. Hair combed out and all. "You can't run from this, [Y/N]. Run from us."
"Watch me."
You turned and rushed face-first into a firm chest. Romance looked down at you, fine brow raised. "[Y/N]??"
You backed up,, shoulders tensed. He caught you by them. He could smell the scents on you. Sex. Self-loathing.
He looked to Beni and back at you. Your dishevelled form, small and flushed and so withered.
Beni at first couldn't comprehend the punch the was delivered to his face. When he did, he was unbothered. He leaned back on the couch. "We got her drunk to ease her worries...not so that you could do...that!!"
"Why now??" Baby deadpanned.
"What?"
"Why are you pretending to be a good person now? Because she's here? If you were in my position, we all know you would have done the same."
Jinu and Abby teleported immediately at the sound of an impending feud between their group.
They never fought. As demons, they never really cared as long as they got what they wanted. And since their goal was the same, they knew exactly how to move in sync to get closer to that goal.
You watched as Baby tackled Romance to the ground, purple symbols crawling up every inch of his body and reaching his face, eyes glowing bright gold
Abby couldn't believe his eyes. He laughed. Romance and Baby turned his way, eyes flashing. "What are you laughing at?"
Jinu lunged, pushing them apart. "What are you doing?"
"Romance is being annoying."
"Beni took advantage of [Y/N]"
You hiccupped, stepping back when Jinu turned to you. His eyes were soft. "[Y/N]...what did Beni do to you?"
You sharply dodged, quickly speaking, "This has nothing to do with me."
But you were rubbing your eyes. Your throat was tightening, little whimpers of pain threatening to exit. What you couldn't face a few minutes earlier was coming crashing down on you.
You were rolling around with Baby last night. Also one of the murderers. You had been disloyal to your boyfriend. It hadn't even been a year since he passed. You didn't want to admit it.
Jinu, noticing your obvious deflection, narrowed his eyes.
"It has everything to do with you, [Y/N]. Everything we do has something to do with you nowadays."
You winced. How deplorable of him to confront you like this when you were at your lowest. Tired, guilty. Afraid.
They were all staring at you now. Where you typically held your ground, you backed up further and grabbed the handle of the kitchen door. Before shutting yourself in.
It was to no avail, obviously. As you held the door tightly, they teleported behind you. "Get back out, sweets. We need to talk."
"No."
"No?" Romance repeated almost as if he'd never heard anyone say that to them before.
"Talk about what? How I got piss drunk and made a fool of myself?? Yeah, I know." You retorted. It was a miserable cover. The sadness was threatening to drown you. It was a hot day The heat was partially keeping you at bay. If it was raining you'd be tempted to cry with the sky.
"You didn't--"
"I did. I did everything."
Humans were sensitive creatures. Demons even more so. They actually stepped back with the force of that wave of self-loathing that tore from your soul. You couldn't face it; the masses of people dead with you as the motive
You laughed, a dry, desolate sound. "Why won't you just let me die?"
"Because you're our everything now." Romance didn't miss a beat. "Without you, there is no us."
"Shut up!!" Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up. If they kept implying this nonsense, you would go insane.
They could feel your frustration. And by god, was it amazing.
Jinu, "You can't keep denying us, darling. There's only so much we can take."
You stood, looking in their general direction. In that critical moment, what did you choose to do?
You gave them the finger.
Now it was the Boys' turn to stand, utterly speechless, as you booked it in the other direction.
Abby Saja sighed long and loud as he watched your small retreating form in the distance. Somewhat mirthful, "How long do we have to keep chasing the little thing for?"
"As long as it takes." Jinu hissed, dissapearing in a swirl of crimson red smoke.
"Shut up Abby, you secretly love the chase," Baby sassed before doing the same. The purple head shrugged, "Don't we all?" And he too dissapeared.
The other two rolled their eyes. But focused in and copied.
Today, you were going to be confronted properly.
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