Toes CURLED- these are general headcannons I have, and if I made separate oneshots, what I'll reference unless I get a request, SFW headcannons coming out later. Not proof read
Demon form version
Pure filth under cut, no plot just headcannons- Minors DNI
These are in their human forms, demon forms will be done upon request or later
Jinu
His size : I imagine Jinu to be about average in size, not to long, not to girthy, but a small curve. Grows not shows
In bed: When you first have sex with Jinu he is selfish about it, the man is old at the end of the day. But over time he does become less selfish and learns how to do proper foreplay. I see Jinu being a switch, mean dom, bratty sub. Likes to choke, but avoids biting. Missionary is his favorite, specifically if his lover wraps their legs around his waist. While have one hand around their neck while the other loosely holds one of their lovers legs
Romance
His size: Hear me out average but slight girthier than Jinu. Curves to the right, and is a shower
In bed: Romance goes with the flow in bed, but is a master in foreplay, knowing all the right spots to feel, tug, lick, or bite. When he is the dominant one in a relationship he will mark his lover, flaunt them, but when he is the sub he is more gentle, wearing his lovers mark proudly. Prefers doggy, he loves the feeling of watching his lover on their knees as they become undone, holding a handful of their hair in one hand while the other grabs their waist.
Abby
His size: Massive. It just fits who abby is But he isn't big to the point it hurts, but to the point without proper foreplay will be uncomfortable. Has a curve like Jinu
In bed: King of foreplay- like Romance, Abby priotizes foreplay, will eat his lover out for hours. Is the dom. Goes feral if his lover licks his abs while making eye contact before giving him head. Prefers oral. If his lover is giving head he would be the one to shove their head down until tears formed in their eyes and they were gagging, after that he would help them sit up and catch their breath.
Mystery
His size: In between what Romance and Abby are longer than Jinu but not super girthy. A curve to the left.
In bed: Foreplay is something Mystery must be taught. He won't talk much during sex, but mostly communiates in grunts. His fav postion would be mating press, seeing his lover under him, how they come undone with each thrust, how they weakly moan his name, how he thrusts harder with each moan until he comes undone.
Baby
His size: Longer than Jinu but the same girth. No curve.
In bed: Unlike his name would suggest, he is not gentle in bed. His version of foreplay would be making his lover give him head and maybe fingering his lover in return. His favorite postion is cowgirl, watching his lover ride him gives him a thrill he didn't know he wanted. Uses his hands to controls their speed, once he gets bored he bends them over, pressing his chest agaist their back as he whispers praises in his lovers ear.
MASTERLIST + part 1 of my moots collab — BABY ( NSFW )
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3
SUMMARY ꒱ ➜ reader is pregnant with a litter of half demon half human kids, what are the problems that come with this kind of pregnancy?
CONTENTS ꒱ ➜ pregnancy, morning sickness, weird food cravings, reader being a hormonal mess, brief mentions of intercourse between the boys
CREDITS ꒱ ➜ Saja Boys belong to KPOP Demon Hunters (Sony) on Netflix
AUTHORS NOTE ꒱ ➜ This piece is the first part of a collab between me and my moot @vid-sold-to-the-saja-boys! my part of the collab consists of pure fluff whilst theirs consists of smut (how reader got pregnant in the first place). also, feel free to ask to be added to the tag list <3
before you started showing symptoms of pregnancy, unbeknownst to you, mystery could already smell the litter growing inside of you
he instantly ran to jinu to tell him about it
safe to say, jinu was absolutely ecstatic
he instantly told the others
they decided to keep the news from you till you figured out yourself
one morning whilst cuddled up with the boys, you startled awake and bolted to the bathroom
the boys instantly knew what was up from the urgency of your journey to the bathroom
romance was the one that helped hold your hair up whilst you leaned over the toilet, his other hand gently rubbing against your back in soothing motions
you had recently been feeling more sick and throwing up more than usual, which was strange
you thought you maybe had a bug or something but it lasted longer than a week
you also noticed that your chest had gotten a bit bigger and more sensitive than usual
which is weird because your period isn’t due for another month
the boys also pointed out how you ask them for very weird food combos at any time during the day or night. you once woke jinu in the middle of the night for ice cream and chips so you could dip the chips into the ice cream (being the lovely partner he is he instantly went shopping to get your food)
also they noticed how you were crying more than usual from the weirdest of things
one time you were watching an animal documentary and started full on BAWLING over the sight of a baby penguin being snuggled by its mother
the boys just sat there like: ?
romance pretty much sprinted to grab you some tissues (he was high key panicking but you didn’t hear that from me)
also you tended to just burst out more often than usual
when you were making a batch of cupcakes (mainly for yourself bc cravings) and dropped one you just screamed the house down, Abby rushed in to see what was wrong only for you to start hitting him, he doesn’t know what he did wrong but he just stands there and takes the hits
afterwards you suddenly slump against his broad chest, tears dripping down his abs (he sleeps shirtless, are we surprised?)
after a few days of this pattern continuing, along with a sudden bump starting to show (you thought you were gaining weight because of all the junk food you’ve been eating)
it was then that the boys all agreed that they would tell you what was happening. read as: mystery tells you because he’s the reason they know in the first place
when he told you, a small part of you was shocked, a much larger part not so shocked due to what had occurred after your last period. also the symptoms made sense too
you didn’t know if you felt happy or not, as this wasn’t just an average pregnancy, you had literal SPAWNS OF SATAN (more like Gwi-ma) developing in your womb
you believed you were only having one, telling the boys how no matter who’s pup it is they’re all going to love them as if they were their own
only for mystery to burst your bubble by mumbling out a small “you actually have all our pups”
at the news you just collapsed onto the couch, eyes bulging out of their sockets, pretty much dissociating at the sudden news
the boys awkwardly surrounded you, all concerned by your reaction
jinu sat next to you quietly, before gently placing his hand on your shoulder, waiting for you to say something
after what seemed like forever, which was just 5 minutes or so, you looked at all of them and huffed out “no sex for you guys again!”
they knew you weren’t serious, you were just saying so solely due to the shocking news, probably still not processing that you did indeed have 5 half human half demon pups growing inside of you at this very moment
besides, the boys all knew (from the very brief research they did on the internet) that your hormones would cause you to desire them in that way soon. (they won’t have penetrative sex, only oral and such)
due to this they realise if they’re too pent up then they’ll have to help each other out instead of relying on you like they usually do
romance made you a bath after the news to help settle your nerves and lessen the stress
baby may or may have not also helped set up the bath, but you didn’t hear that from me
Abby gives you a massage whilst you’re in the bath, does ur hair and everything! surprisingly good at it too, those hands are good for everything at this point!
after the bath Abby carried you into the bedroom, mystery helping you get changed and Derpy joining you in bed (keeping you company + keeping you safe)
speaking of, Derpy does definitely know you’re pregnant, you had noticed how he started placing his paw over the bump and his head placed against your bump too whilst he purrs in content
plus when the boys are away for work, he constantly follows you around the house, even sitting outside the bathroom when you need the toilet, sometimes pawing at the door if you take too long (he takes his job very seriously)
your ankles get swollen a lot too, Romance helping you with that by applying cream onto your ankles for you and giving you small kisses onto your thighs and bump
now that you’re officially 3 months into the pregnancy (the boys believe you’re due at roughly 4 and a half months due to the pups being half demon)
your back is in so much pain from the massive bump, so Abby helps lift the bump up whilst you take small walks around the house
most of your time is spent either curled up on the couch with the boys or stuck in bed
when you’re in a cuddle pile with the boys, they tend to purr (which ur guessing is a demon thing) (Baby is surprisingly the loudest but you don’t say anything abt it cause he’ll be embarrassed)
when you start leaking milk through your bras, you just start wearing shirts without a bra for the rest of your pregnancy bc you can’t be arsed
the boys aren’t complaining to say the least👀
Baby especially likes the sight of your milk leaking through the shirts, gives him a hard on and has to either 1. jerk off or 2. find one of the others and take out his frustration that way (9/10 he ends up using Abby’s mouth, poor guy can’t keep up sometimes so romance usually takes his place)
the boys get possessive in their own ways as the due date looms closer and closer
Mystery hogging you on the couch, growling and snapping at the boys when they come a little too close
Romance pampering you, treating you like the queen he believes you are, giving you back massages, painting your nails, giving you anything you want (you asked for a BUNCH of new furniture, and he instantly went to purchasing them)
Abby constantly touching you; hand lingering near yours, securing your waist, holding onto the growing bump
Baby simply pouts in his room, he won’t come to you, you’ll come to him. when your concerned face pops at the doorframe, he instantly proceeds to drag you onto his bed, nuzzling his head against your neck whilst his hands knead against your chest like a little kitten (he likes how squishy they are at this point + it helps reduce the pain)
jinu simply keeps an eye on you at all times, which is his own way of showing he cares, he’s not the best at opening up about his feelings or the best at physical contact, so he just keeps his eye on you, concentrating on even the smallest of changes (he’s worried you’ll pop any moment)
when your water does finally break, the boys start panicking, because whilst they have prepared for this moment it still feels all too sudden
doesn’t help that you have to give birth in the house due to the pups being half demon, so the boys are going to have to help you deliver them
luckily for you, demon pups are born slightly smaller than human babies, and you’ll be giving birth to all 5 at the same time (kind of like a dog/cat birth)
warnings: sexual thoughts, description of masturbation, stockholm syndrome developing
part 6 here
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Now that they’ve made you laugh, it’s like something has shifted. Things feel more… casual, in a way. You can’t deny it anymore, the pull between you. Romance brings you breakfast, sometimes. They’re getting better at understanding what you eat. Jinu gets you crossword books and puzzle books, and then eventually puts up a shelf in the living room so you can keep books there, too. Mystery is just… there, which is surprisingly comforting. He just hangs out in your room sometimes, or watches you read. Abby tries to make sure you’re okay, in his fucked up ways, like by forcing you to tell him the truth about what you’ve eaten and how much you’ve slept. Baby is still a gigantic ass, but you see the way he looks at you, the way he watches you when you walk into a room.
You’re surrounded by them, all the time, and you hate to admit it, but it feels nice, sometimes. You’re sat on the couch, crocheting. Jinu brought you yarn and crochet hooks after you mentioned it once. So, you’re sat there, ball of yarn in your lap, eyes on your crocheting, when Romance flops down next to you.
“Whatcha making?” he asks, chin on his hand, eyes on you and not the crocheting.
“A noose,” you mumble, not even looking at him.
“Kinky,” he smirks.
Baby and Mystery are rolling around on the floor, wrestling. Grunting and huffing as they try to land blows on each other. Baby letting out a sharp “fuck!” when Mystery bites his leg. Mutters “freak” at him. Mystery just grins.
Jinu is sat at the dining table, watching this unfold, laptop open in front of him. You tried to steal his laptop, once. He wasn’t even home. You couldn’t figure out the fucking password, though, so you put it back. His eyes drop to you, Romance beside you, the tense slope of your shoulders.
Abby is sprawled out on an armchair, scrolling on his phone in one hand, a tennis ball in the other. He keeps throwing the ball up and catching it without even looking. It’s kind of impressive, not that you’d ever tell him that.
Romance sighs, watching your fingers move. “Wish you’d touch me like that,” he murmurs.
“Fuck off,” you say, without missing a beat, and he grins.
“I love it when you talk to me like that, darling.”
You grit your teeth but don’t say anything. Think about how easy it would be to stab him with the hook. That helps you relax a little.
You come to a realisation that night.
You don’t hate them anymore.
You should. You know that. But you don’t. No matter how hard you try. There’s still a lot of anger towards them, but not hatred. Not anymore. You see the way they interact with each other. You see how desperately Jinu is trying to keep things together, keep them under control. You see how badly Romance wants not just for someone to love him, but to actually love someone. You see the way Baby tries so hard not to care about things, to hide the fact that he cares so damn much. You see how much Abby wants recognition, not just for his body and his muscles, but for who he is. You see Mystery, feral creature that he is, longing for someone to like him how he is, not needing to tame him.
You see that they’re demons, yes, but they were once human. You see how long it’s been since they were human. They’ve forgotten how to be human, and who could blame them? When was the last time any of them were treated as human, as really human?
You’re the closest thing they’ve had to real human interaction in centuries. Not fans screaming their names, not people quivering before them. Just normal, human interaction.
So, you don’t hate them.
It’s worse.
You understand them.
Sometimes, you wish you didn’t. When Romance comes into your room at 4pm and tells you, deadly serious, that he thinks the two of you should kiss. You roll your eyes and throw a book at his head, which he catches easily, and shrugs. “Or not, or not. Just a suggestion.”
Romance is fucking shameless, for that matter. It’s like your initial judgement of who you found hottest/most attractive/most beautiful lit a fire underneath him, something burning bright, for you, and he’s desperate to change your mind. Somewhere along the way, though, it stopped being about changing your mind just so he could have bragging rights. Somewhere it became about you. That he genuinely wanted to get you to like him more. That he realised he liked you. And once he realised that, there was no return. Now, not a single day goes by without him trying to win your affection somehow. Usually by propositioning you, or by trying to convince you how good he is in bed and just to let him prove it. He imagines you saying yes. Imagines how he’d fuck you, how he’d take you apart, piece by piece, until you’re begging for him.
Abby gets lost in how human you are. They all do, but Abby specifically gets fixated on your body. Your bones. Your fat. Your muscles. How breakable you are, how soft, how delicate, and yet you don’t back down. You still use all the strength you have against them, whether it’s throwing plates at them or kicking and biting and scratching. You don’t care about the mismatch. You just fight, with raw human emotion. It’s mesmerising. Sometimes he picks you up just because he knows you’ll fight back. Grabs hold of your wrist just so he can feel you pull against him. In the shower, he touches himself. Thinking about what you’d feel like underneath him, your soft, pliant body, always so gentle even when you’re angry. Thinks about his hands, gripping the fat of your ass or your thighs or your hips as he holds you and fucks you.
Mystery can feel how alive you are. He can feel it in the air, thrumming and vibrating at a different frequency to them. He can hear your blood, smell it. He’s been trained to be a killer. They all have, in different ways. He’s been trained to be invisible. But you? You don’t even like killing bugs. You cry at the thought of animals getting hurt. You don’t give a shit about being invisible, or precise, or stealthy. You just exist as you are. You stomp when you’re angry, making yourself heard. You scream and shout, making sure they can’t forget that you’re here, making sure they can’t forget what they’ve done to you. He whimpers, in bed, face in the pillow as he thinks about you. Hand down his pants as he imagines the sounds you’d make, the way you’d move, the way you’d exist solely as yourself, even with him inside you.
Baby feels sick when he realises how much you care. About yourself, about them, about anything and everything. You care enough about yourself to still be fighting, even though it’s been over a month and there clearly isn’t anyone looking for you. You care about them in ways that you don’t even realise you’re showing, when you automatically make an extra sandwich, or when you tidy up after yourself, or when you close your book when one of them comes into the room. You care about everything so damn much. Swearing under your breath when you realise you’ve made a mistake in your crocheting and going back to fix it. Not checking the answers in the back of your crossword book unless you really have to, because you don’t want to spoil it. Sobbing when they watch some animated kids movie on TV one night, because whichever character was just trying so hard. He fucks his hand angrily as he thinks about it, thinks about you, wonders if you’d cry if he fucked you – not in a bad way, just from overstimulation, or desperation, or just from caring so much. He wonders if you’d care about him, too. If you’d care about making him feel good, wanting him to feel taken care of.
Jinu thinks about you all the goddamn time. It’s like an addiction. No matter what he’s doing or where he is, he’s thinking about you. In his room late at night, hand under the covers, he’s thinking about you. Trying to organise something in their schedule, he’s thinking about you and what you’ll do in that time. Out at a show, he’s thinking about you and wondering what you’re doing. Sat in your room in the morning, watching you sleep, he’s thinking about you and what you’re dreaming about. He can’t stop, can’t turn it off. At first it was a ‘what’s our prisoner doing’ kind of thought, more of an organisational thing, but now? Now it’s all about you. He sees you yawning in the morning and wonders what you’d be like if he woke you up with sex. Sees you wandering into the kitchen late at night when you can’t sleep and imagines fucking you against the counter. He feels guilty thinking about it, and comes with a frown on his face, shame hot in his belly.
You know it, and they know it. And you… you don’t mind it. Don’t mind that they’re thinking about you, that you’ve taken up permanent residence in their minds. It’s fucked up, you know, and you should be more upset. After all, the only reason you’ve taken up that residence is because they’re keeping you prisoner here. They try to make you forget it. They don’t try hard, they never hypnotise you into forgetting. But they do things for you. Buy you things, so you’ll forget that this isn’t where you belong. Isn’t where you should be. It happens often after an escape attempt, or when you’re particularly upset about something. They’ll come back from whatever they’ve been out doing the next day with shopping bags. Usually clothes, sometimes things for your room, or things for the kitchen. Romance gets you a vibrator at one point, winking as he hands you the little paper bag, and you swear at him and slam the door in his face, but you take it. Might as well. You use it once and then stop when the first things that pop into your mind are the five demons, standing around you, taking turns with you. You throw it across the room and go take a shower instead.
So I know KPop Demon Hunters is so new but I was hoping you’d write for them?
I love Abby, and my ask would be could you do a soft Abby? He is all muscles hard exterior, but for his partner he could be soft with them. I know he is a gentleman, as all the boys are, he walks on the outside of the sidewalk, he opens doors, etc. But with his partner he holds them while they cry (or go through a panic attack, don’t at me for self indulging), cries with them while watching sad movies, and is just a goofball while cooking with them.
Thank you!! ❤️❤️
Bestie, the fact that we both watched the movie and DIDN'T REALIZE IT?!?!?! Even better knowing we are both OBSESSED WITH IT?! I knew we were besties for a reason. These ideas are PERFECT for a set of headcanons!! I hope you love them!!
Are You the One?
Pairing: Abby x F!Reader
Warnings: domestic bliss, fluff, hurt-comfort, kissing, slight angst, panic attack, claustrophobia, recovery, cooking
Summary: A set of headcanons depicting what it would be like to date the one and only Abby of Saja Boys.
Disclaimer: I highly recommend having seen Cloud Atlas before watching this as it is the movie Abby cries watching with reader.
Read on ao3 - Main Writing Masterlist - 6.5k words
You had a bad day at work and an even worse transit home. When you boarded the train along with everyone else hoping for a swift trip at the end of the day, an announcement blurted over the intercom. A droning mechanical inflection spelling everyone’s sordid fate. The particular railway that takes you straight to your apartment is out of order due to an undisclosed cause, forcing all who boarded to walk right back off. You didn’t anticipate a different route home, unfamiliar with the destinations of the remaining arrivals. It’s only a couple miles. You begrudgingly decide to walk the distance despite the forming blisters on your ankles, feeling a stinging agony in each step. You hiss and gasp every few steps, resorting to walk on your tip-toes for a bit before you realize you must look ridiculous.
Distracted, you stop at the corner of a crosswalk to lean on a traffic light, slipping your heel out of your laced-up sneaker. The fit is tight enough that it won’t fall off while simultaneously relieving the direct pressure of your shoe on your blister. You repeat the action with your opposite shoe, sighing in relief when you are able to take a step and not recoil from the pain. The wind is lightly hitting the wounds, soothing them with its draft.
You smush the frame of your shoe with every step, knowing they will be wrinkled and warped later, but you don’t care. When you finally start to feel at ease, a deep and seductive voice from beside you warrants your attention. “You’ll ruin those if you keep walking in them like that.”
You know that voice. Glancing around, you cannot make out the direction it came from, almost like the thought popped up in your own mind. Your head is on a swivel, but you’re at a loss; everyone around you is walking unbothered with their eyes glued to the ground or their phone screens.
“They might already be a lost cause.” The voice echoes in your ears with no culprit in sight.
“But my blisters…” You respond in your own thoughts, defeated that you have to disclose something so woefully embarrassing to this phantom articulation.
Within the same instant you finish this explanation, a broad and protective arm is draped over your shoulder, manually shifting your placement away from the bustling streetside with a familiar buffer keeping you that much further away from the zooming cars passing by. It’s such a commanding motion, you have little say over where you are being led next. You’re not objecting though, comfortable in his grasp, confirmed by the smell of his cologne. You breathe it in, tropical and floral notes of ripe mango and orchid blossoms.
“What are you doing here?” You whisper to him lowly, peeking at his obscured form shrouded by the black hood. The hand that holds you has darkened extended claws spreading from his cotton sleeve. His eyes glow in shadow, slitted by the setting sun but no less out of focus as he scans every silhouette in the vicinity. Those violet patterns leave sharp impressions down his face that resemble thorns. One bad slip and a mob of obsessive fans would appear in an instant. You question his appearance, wondering what would possess him to put himself at risk to simply walk you home.
“I was in the neighborhood.” He tells you, his gravelly cadence monotone and rich with allure. His feet sync up with yours, seamlessly dodging every obstacle in your path while cutting the remaining distance in half with his expeditious control.
You can’t be certain of it, but it feels like between every few steps, you’re quite literally gliding on air. He yields your weight, skipping through effortlessly. The laws of physics do not apply to him. The fluttering nervousness in your stomach is either a result of the subtle shift in gravitational forces or your billowing anxieties. At this moment, you cannot tell.
You hate to admit it, but you love it when he does this. He’s only ventured out and found you a handful of times before, each one more random and unexpected than the last, yet he always appears when you need him most.
In no time, you’re at the entrance of your towering apartment building. The sun has dipped farther out of sight, the skies bathed in the very same violet as his markings. Once the adrenaline of the walk has worn off, his fangs recede and the fire in his eyes extinguishes. The glimmer of patterns disappear and his faux human skin tone returns to the surface, replacing the pastel indigo.
“You didn’t have to do that.” While adjusting the bag on your shoulder, you tuck your heels together to hide them with the breadth of your pants.
“I know.” A small tuft of his magenta hair sways in front of his eyes as he smiles at you, taking a single step out of your space but still close enough that his chiseled form lies less than an arm’s reach away. “I wanted to.”
“Do you maybe wanna to come up for a bit?” The proposal is hopeful, and you shrink slightly at the furrow of his brow and shake of his head. He tucks his large hands into his pockets, sullen to deny your wishes.
“I don’t know.” He admits sincerely but with a scheming tone. “I really wish I could, but I should have headed back over an hour ago.”
“An hour?!” You exclaim mutedly, shocked he’s still standing here talking with you. “Don’t let me get you into trouble.”
“Hm.” He scoffs aloud, pulling a hand out of his pocket to stroke your hair. Wearing a charming smirk, he draws you in close by the nape of your neck, using his thumb to lift your chin so that he can kiss you. His irises flash with that golden twinkle, displaying his demon side for a split second. “Not possible. I make my own trouble.”
He steps forward and reaches for the handle to your apartment building, opening the door for you.
“What are you doing?” You ask as he implores you to enter the building. “I thought you were expected an hour ago.”
“If I’m gonna get into trouble, might as well make it worth it.” He shows you inside, following closely to spend the night in your apartment.
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“This is stupid.” Abby knows what quote-unquote “girly” movies entail; mushy heartfelt scenes, tissues for sopping up tears. He’s over it all before you even hit play.
“I’m watching it.” You scroll through to find the movie in question, hovering over it for a few seconds as he continues to rant and rave.
“I’m not.” Abby rolls his eyes, standing up from the cushioned sofa.
“Fine.” You click the movie and the screen goes black to welcome the opening credits. “I’ve been waiting all summer for this to come out.”
“What is it even about?” Abby circles the sofa, leaning on the back of it while you settle in comfortably.
“It’s kind of a long concept, but the theme is reincarnation. I think.” You rack your brain to harness the memory of the trailer when you watched it. “At least, how love survives through space and time.”
“That sounds dumb.” He continues, letting up on the back of the sofa to stand up straight.
“Will you let me just enjoy this in peace?” The opening credits come to a close, welcoming the first scene of the movie.
“I’m gonna get a snack.” He departs for the kitchen. “Have fun with your sappy film.”
“I will!” You snuggle up on the sofa, a blanket in your lap and a steaming mug of your favorite hot drink in both hands.
You’re about two-thirds of the way through it when he returns, a bowl of popcorn being placed on the coffee table in front of you as a peace offering. The movie is going on a lot longer than he expected, and he’d rather not admit he’s feeling lonely due to your lack of attention. He has no desire to watch the movie, but something catches his eye that he didn’t expect to see.
“Is that supposed to be Seoul?” He recognizes the silhouette of the metropolitan skyline depicting the capital and largest city in South Korea.
“Yeah.” You nod in confirmation while taking a couple pieces of popcorn. “In the dystopian future.”
“It’s under water.” He’s perplexed by its darkened and grim appearance, a city he knows and loves now altered by soulless oppression and uniformity.
“The world is ending.” You’re fully involved with the movie by now, slightly put off by all his questions, but you correct yourself when you realize he’s actually displaying interest.
“Pretty cool they have flying cars though.” The scene you both are viewing reveals the technological advances in the chrome and steel city nearly completely swallowed by the ocean. A high speed chase ensues and a transport tunnel is flooded to eliminate the soldiers pursuing the heroes of the movie. “I didn’t know they allow fight scenes here.”
“You’ll come to find there’s all kinds of things you don’t understand about these so-called ‘girly’ movies.” You wink at him, plopping a piece of popcorn into his mouth while he wraps his arms around you, calling a truce to the insensitive banter.
He falls silent, sitting back to watch the movie as well, but as it progresses, more questions arise. The scene changes to a time period of pirates, effectively throwing the viewer hundreds of years into the past. There is a man being poisoned by the skipper of this sea-faring vessel rocking them violently back and forth within the infirmary.
The captain leaves and an African slave enters the fold suspecting something amiss with the relationship the two have forged. The slave correctly surmises poison to be the cause of the man’s ailments, forcing him to drink seawater to induce vomiting.
“Wait, what’s going on?” Abby ponders aloud, even more confused now. “Is this the same movie?”
“Yes.” You softly answer, following along with these other subplots.
“How?” Abby won’t let this go, so you resort to a brief explanation of events leading to his visual conundrum.
You pause it on the sickly man below deck, pointing at his pallid complexion and feverish disposition. “This guy has been reborn through the ages from this time period well into the future you just saw.”
He’s squinting, trying to hang on while you rewind back to the scene that takes place in dystopian Seoul.
“They put some makeup on him so he looks Korean, but it’s the same man and actor.” You flip flop back and forth to both scenes and he understands. “See? And he’s not the only one that is reborn like this. Every member of the main cast has correlating alters that fit them with the time period.”
“That’s weird.” Abby picks it apart, disquieted by the executive decision the creators of this film made while not knowing its significance quite yet. “Why wouldn’t they just get a Korean actor?”
“Because it’s supposed to be the same man.” You clarify, hoping he gets it. “Remember what I told you about reincarnation?”
“This is way too complicated.” Abby is discouraged, losing hope in getting a grasp on this film you hold in such high esteem. “I thought this was supposed to be like a love story with sappy crying and stuff.”
“It is!” You’re saddened at the fact it hasn’t clicked. “Look, I’ll restart it so you’ll be brought up to speed.”
“Ughhh…” He dramatically laments. He certainly hates a challenge, keen on understanding the puzzle himself and refusing to be bested by a silly movie “Start it up.”
He sits beside you, silent and watching the whole way through. You come to a scene that was flashed for a short moment at the beginning of the movie, a man who committed suicide with his last words being recited himself. As Abby watches, the pieces begin to fall into place. He’s seen these characters appear in the other timelines, coming full circle on their true method to the madness as he witnesses for himself the reality that love outlives death.
“Finished in a frenzy that reminded me of our last night in Cambridge. Watched my final sunrise, enjoyed a last cigarette. I believe there is a better world waiting for us Sixsmith. A better world, and I’ll be waiting for you there.”
As the scenes progress between times of past and distant future, Abby recognizes the man who wrote the letter as the one currently narrating. “Hey, he wrote the music! The Cloud Atlas Sextet! He’s the one who found the book the poisoned man wrote on the boat!”
“I know!” You‘re already trying to hold back tears, but Abby hasn’t quite made it to that level of realization yet. You point at the screen rapidly. “Watch!”
His name was Robert Frobisher, their lovely narrator for this heartbreaking segment. The next scene depicts him climbing into a bathtub just as he did at the start of the film but neither of you knew the reason yet. Now you do, watching him ready a Luger pistol to fire, placing it into his mouth and pulling the trigger.
Sixsmith himself, the recipient of this letter, is seen stepping up a narrow staircase, greeted by a man at a lodgings front desk. Sixsmith fears the worst, especially when he sees the man at reception has squeezed into a vest far too small for him; a vest once worn by the very narrator he seeks.
“No… Why? Did he give that away?” Abby points out that the man reciting his note was the one to wear that opulent article of clothing.
“Because…” You sniffle but before Sixsmith could request the location of the room of his beloved, the unmistakable sound of a gunshot blares above. Sixsmith clambers upstairs while his darling lover continues to recite his goodbyes, ending it all after taking an irredeemable blow to his career after he was discovered to be the murderer of his maestro. “He doesn’t need it anymore.”
“Oh…” Abby realizes, deflating when the shot rings out. “He is the one who shot himself in the beginning, isn’t he?”
Tears gather at Abby’s waterline when he at last connects the dots. He looks back at the screen, sniffling while the last line in the note ends, unable to look you in the eyes as he lets himself feel the gravity of the moment.
“I believe we do not stay dead long. Find me beneath the Corsican stars where we first kissed. Yours eternally, R.F.”
The tall, blond-haired Sixsmith gets there far too late. He sees his lover lifeless in a mess of surging crimson. Shamelessly, he surpasses the rim of the tub, holding and whimpering over him as his palm is stained with Robert’s blood.
You look over and you start to see Abby covertly wipe his cheek. His questions have stopped and he’s fully focused on how this will come to a close.
Another time jump happens and you’re back to Seoul. A woman you both have grown acquainted with over the course of the film has returned to finish her interview that has chronicled the whole movie. As she answers these inquiries, she is actively explaining things that have transpired in the past and will transpire in future
“Reports say Commander Chang was killed in the assault.” The interviewer provokes Sonmi-451 with news of her deceased lover and accomplice.
“What assault?” Upon hearing this, Abby puts his emotions on pause to gain clarification, playing his sniffles off. “And isn’t that the same guy who plays Sixsmith?”
“Yes’ it’s him! I told you Chang wasn’t the only one!” You announce cheerfully when you see that he’s really been paying attention. “Just keep watching!”
The interview continues. “Would you say that you loved him?”
“Yes, I do.” Sonmi-451 smiles as she says this.
“You mean you are still in love with him?”
“I mean that I always will be.”
You both watch as the scene displays a flashback to the events she was just describing in the interview. A revolutionary war has broken out and Sonmi-451 is the voice of their hope. Amidst her National Emergency Message, she is depicted overseeing a brutal attack on her people as their oppressors aim to silence her.
“Is that…?” Abby is on the edge of his seat when Commander Chang comes into view throwing grenades and blasting holes into all his approaching enemies. The man leading the assault team is the very same who’s been traveling through lifetimes in the name of fighting for the people’s cause and breaking the chains of tyranny while embracing love in all its forms. The same man who wrote the book that brought freedom to many slaves while he was being poisoned on his way home from Africa. That is the man leading the fight against the innocent, and Abby couldn’t be happier. “Whoo! Let’s go!”
Abby cheers loudly, jumping out of his seat at the intensity of battle like this is the final quarter of his favorite sports game. “Why aren’t you getting up? Isn’t this a good thing?”
You shake your head from side to side, grabbing more tissue to blow your nose into, still sobbing as Sonmi-451 continues her message. Abby sits beside you, comforting you with a hand on your knee as he receives Sonmi’s final message.
“Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present… And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.”
Sonmi is momentarily distracted by Commander Chang on the battlefield, finally blown away by a stray grenade blast. The frames linger on shrapnel scaring his singed face. He’s been killed and Sonmi witnesses it all. Tears fall from her eyes, taking the next scene back to the rigid and formal fugitive interrogation.
“In your revelation you spoke of the consequences of an individual’s life rippling throughout eternity. Does this mean that you believe in an afterlife? In a heaven or a Hell?”
“I believe death is only a door. When it closes, another opens. If I cared to imagine a heaven, I would imagine a door opening and behind it, I would find him there waiting for me.” Sonmi’s hopes manifest the imagery the movie follows. You both gasp, sitting back in your seats in shock when exactly that appears; a cozy white door fixed between knitted curtains and vintage wallpaper opens, letting splendid sunlight in. You begin smacking Abby on his back in excitement when you correctly assume who’s going to come through that entrance.
“Commander Chang!” You both scream with tears in your eyes, wailing hard and hugging each other at this beautifully happy ending. They may not have achieved it in the future, but all that matters is that they kept finding each other through space and time.
A woman who looks just like Sonmi mixed with Little House in the Prairie stands from her rocking chair, running to her one true love that fought tooth and nail to get back to her. Hallmark movies have nothing on this. Abby is a mess alongside you, struggling to see through the flooding in your eyes as the interview with Sonmi-451 comes to a close.
Three emotionless escorts arrive to take Sonmi away where she will be executed for her crimes, but the interviewer now revealed to be a reincarnated Sixsmith has one last thing to say. “If I may ask one last question, you had to know this union scheme was doomed to fail.”
“Yes.”
“Then why did you agree to it?”
“This is what General Apis asked of me.”
“What, to be executed?”
“If I had remained invisible, the truth would stay hidden. I couldn’t allow that.”
“And what if no one believes this truth?”
“Someone already does.”
As the movie ends in a beautiful sequence, you are left with a warm and fuzzy feeling in your heart despite the road to get there laden with tragedy. The music that gives the film its name sings to your souls as the ending credits ensue. Abby looks at you, then you to him. You both cry out in laughter with your faces drenched in streaming tears after getting to share such a wholesome experience together.
“So, what did you think of the movie?” you ask, reaching for more tissues while handing a couple to Abby.
“It wasn’t as bad as I thought.” Abby jokes, and you softly elbow his side to earn a chuckle to escape him.
“You loved it and you know it!”
“Maybe I did.” He smiles, easing you into his lap so that he can receive a kiss from your hovering lips. “Maybe I just like that I watched it with you.”
~~~
This is one of the first official times you have made it out to a Saja Boys concert since you both secretly started dating. You pay for your ticket just like any other fan, filing into the venue. It’s a smaller establishment than the massive stadiums they’ve performed in before. Their setlist isn’t very long either, creating a more intimate setting. However, the presence of so many concertgoers makes things far more cramped than you’re used to. In the face of your uneasiness, you press on for his sake. You promised you wouldn’t miss this.
As the concert carries on, the collective swirling energy only elevates as the fans go crazy. They’re screaming at the top of their lungs, vibrating in their places and jostling around you incessantly. The dark enclosure is sliced through with blinding lights. You can’t hear any music over the voices booming around you. Your ears start to ring and your vision declines into fogginess.
As your breath hastens, a decimating tightness forms in your chest, igniting an excruciating burn that only seems to get worse. The tingliness in your fingers spreads through your hands and up your arms. People on all sides of you are closing in tight. The air is hot and thick with humidity. You cannot stand it any longer. You begin fighting your way to bob and weave through the crowd.
You are swept up with the current of bodies, beckoning you to abandon all ceremony and do everything in your power to make it out. You don’t know how you manage it, but you successfully navigate to the exit, and while you were hoping it would serve as your saving grace, the head change worsens when you pass the threshold and the cool night air fills your lungs. You were under the impression that this great escape would bring relief, but it proves to be the cause of more pain.
Making your way to the deserted back alley while the masses are occupied with the party indoors, you stumble to the nearest wall, bracing yourself to the immoveable structure. You find yourself easing to the ground, your back sliding against the rough building’s exterior. Having fully descended, you hang your head between your knees, tightly gripping the layers of clothing currently restricting your aching chest.
Your breathing has only gotten faster. You begin to wheeze audibly, desperate to be saved from these harrowing afflictions. You don’t even realize your face stained with emotion as it streams down your cheeks, its droplets soaking into your shirt.
Through all the panic and turmoil, a voice says your name. It’s hard to detect through the ringing in your ears, but you will not forsake its call. You bring yourself to open your eyes. Things haven’t come into focus just yet, but a hooded silhouette manifests right in front of you as if it appeared through smoke, golden glowing eyes beaming at you like headlights on a vehicle.
As you blink away your sorrow, you finally see who it is that came to your rescue. Abby has come and found you, ensuring you are not alone at your most vulnerable. How did he know you were gone? You made the assumption that he would be far too busy putting on the show to even notice that you made your hasty evasion, seeing that he snuck away to find you himself.
“It’s okay.” He takes a knee to get closer to you, comforting you with soft circles on your back. “Just try to breathe.”
“I-I don’t think I can.” You stutter, still hyperventilating as you cry. On top of everything, you’re now burdened with the embarrassment of him seeing you in such a state of dismay. “I don’t know what’s happening. I’m s-sorry…”
“In through your nose and out through your mouth.” He does not accept your apology for there is nothing to be sorry for. “Do it.”
Listening to his sympathetic commands, it is decidedly easier said than done. “I can’t… I can’t…”
“Yes you can.” He squeezes your shoulder with that robust palm of his; the anchor keeping you grounded. You hold on tightly to his wide wrist with both of your hands, tiny by comparison.
“I’m going insane.” You hate these episodes, blindsided when the impending doom creeps in, lying in wait to consume you from the shadows.
“Nonsense.” Abby lifts your chin and solicits an engaging visual connection and it works. Little by little, the pain in your chest eases and you find an even keel in due course. You rejoice when the worst of the storm passes, leaving only his loving embrace to welcome you back to reality. “There you are. Better?”
“Yes.” You agree, seeing him with his hood pulled over and pointed markings slowly fading away, but the golden glint in his eyes remains. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying that.” He requests seriously, tired of hearing it.
“But your fans-” You look past him to where cheerful concertgoers are beginning to congregate in the streets following the show’s conclusion, but are cut off when he assertively keeps your gaze trained on him with that hold he has on your jaw.
“They don’t matter to me nearly as much as you do.” Abby strokes your cheek with his thumb, your head being dwarfed by his spanning appendages. A bubbling nervousness different from before flutters to the surface; a welcome nervousness. One that you hope never fades. “They’re not going anywhere, and when you left, I couldn’t rest until I saw it for myself.”
“Saw what for yourself?” You lay the weight of your head into his hand, letting him hold you.
“That you are safe.” He smiles, saying it so plainly obvious and yet you’ve never known someone to be so watchfully dedicated.
“I tried to stay, but the crowds…” You admit shamefully, but when he starts to lean in, the second his lips meet yours, everything melts away. Your fears seem meaningless when you’re in his presence, reminding you that you have nothing to worry about for as long as he is in your life.
“We were on our last song.” He pets your hair as it falls beautifully around your face. “You didn’t miss a thing.”
“Are the others mad you left?”
“They know the drill. I don’t have to ask them to cover for me.” As he speaks, he adjusts himself, scooping you with one arm under both your knees and the other supporting your back as he hoists you against his muscular chest. Having heroically plucked you from the cold, hard ground, he’s able to speak directly into your ear, the warmth of his breath causing you to giggle from how it tickles. “What do you say we get out of here?”
“I say, what are you waiting for?” You wiggle your nose against his, placing a kiss directly on the tip of it. He dissolves at your lovely display of affection, biting his lip to hold himself back and stifle his prominent desires.
“Don’t look down.” He dismounts, using the environment as a cloak to keep you both undetected from the citizenry below. You smile as you are lifted high above the city, gliding on his supernatural powers into the starry night sky.
~~~
“So what made you want to try this recipe?” Abby asks, watching you shred some fresh herbs and other greens.
“It seemed easy enough.” You shrug, collecting the herbs into a small glass dish to be used later. “I had it in a restaurant and was convinced I could make it better at home.”
“What’s it called?”
“Shrimp Scampi.” You smile, saying the words with a lively inflection. “Fun to say, isn’t it?”
“Scampi. Scampi.” He lets the word roll off his tongue a couple times, understanding the amusement. “Yeah, I guess it’s pretty funny.”
“Want to help me slice this shallot?” You pass him half of the bulb as well as a sharpened knife.
“How do you want it?” He takes the shallot and utensil, lining it up just like you.
“Like this.” You begin to move your knife up and down, demonstrating the portions longways. Abby does exactly as instructed, maybe even with more dexterity than you for a second. “Yep. you got it.”
“Does this go into the pan you’re warming up over there?” Abby gestures to his side where a skillet rests on a heating element with glistening olive oil coating the bottom.
“Yes!” You enthusiastically confirm. “Why don’t you start tossing them into it.”
It would appear that he took your directions literally as he moves a couple steps away from the stove, holding the cutting board steady under one arm while playing shallot basketball with the other.
“What are you doing with my shallots, mister?” You feign anger, knowing he’s just trying to make fun.
“Practicing my aim.” He responds, continuing to toss strands into the pan so that they may sizzle.
“Okay, you’ve done enough practicing.” You start to urge him towards the stove, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he passes you the cutting board. “You don’t want to do it?”
“I’ll just watch you.” Something about the way he says that tells you there’s more about this exchange you may be missing. Was the humorous intermission a ruse for a deeper issue?
Challenging, you hand him back the cutting board. “What’s the matter? You think you’re gonna mess up?”
“What? No!” Almost offended, he can see that you’ve noticed his shift in demeanor.
“Then what is it?” You know better than to leave well enough alone.
“It’s hot, okay!”
“What’s hot?” You wonder what he could possibly mean, laying your eyes on the sizzling skillet. “The pan?”
Laughter explodes out of you as Abby crosses his arms in annoyance. You catch your breath and address this head on. “So- wait. Let me make sure I have this right. You. A literal demon. You’re scared of a little hot oil?”
“Hey, getting singed by fire is way different from having oil splashed on you!” Abby reasons, pointing a finger at you in defiance. “There’s a reason it was an efficient way to defend castles.”
“I’m sorry, I assumed you just didn’t feel it.” You stifle back a giggle.
“We do feel it. You just… get used to it.” You’re disarmed by his soft side coming through and decide to make amends
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” You are sincere in your apology and he brings down his walls again.
“I’m just kidding. I wasn’t actually offended.” He clears the air with sarcasm. “Though, I will say I don’t do enough cooking to be confident with putting the rest of those in.”
“We’ll do it together.” You smile while reaching for his hand in guiding him to scrape all the shallots off the cutting board with the back of the knife. “See? Just like that.”
As they begin to break down and caramelize, he sniffs the air when you crack fresh salt and pepper over the shallots. “Mmmm… That smells good.”
“We haven’t even added the garlic yet.” You pull out a microplane and grate two cloves right over the hot oil. As soon as it hits the pan, the scent grows deeper and more savory. His mouth is watering as you toss and stir them around. “See those chili flakes?”
Abby looks over to where you’re pointing with your wooden spoon, a nearby bowl with vibrant seed pods of warm hues. He adorably takes them from where they’re resting and spins around to show you. “Got ‘em!”
“Throw a dash into the pan for me, will you?” You move your spoon aside, giving him space to sprinkle.
Abby goes the extra mile, lifting his arm above his head when he’s already so tall. The sprinkles fall like confetti, decorating the shallots with healthy pops of color. After he sets the bowl aside, he rests his chin on your shoulder and hugs you from behind. “What’s next?”
“Actually, I have to keep this moving so it doesn’t burn, so I was hoping you’d cut a handful of those cherry tomatoes in half for me.”
“Urghhhhhh….” He groans, dropping his hands to his side and stomping over to the cutting board again. “But I wanted to keep hugging you.”
“You will get plenty of hugs from me when we get to eat this for dinner.” You smile while stirring. “Now chop!”
He starts chopping them, and after a couple handfuls he looks at you and asks, “Is this enough?”
“That’s perfect!” You bounce in place and he grins sweetly at your approval “Bring them here.”
Once added, the tomatoes blister and break down amongst the caramelized ingredients. After a while, it comes time to deglaze with a couple tablespoons of white wine. Abby sees you reach for the glass bottle, wrapping your fingers around the neck of it. “Woah, is it drink’o clock already?”
“This is for the food, you goober.” Abby stands corrected as you swish a couple splashes into the pan with your thumb providing a sensible stop to the flow of the wine.
“Of course it is.” Abby crosses his arms again, doing that when he’s bested. “I knew that!”
“Sure you did.” You laugh while continuing to stir. You have a warm mug of vegetable stock on the counter beside you, pouring a little in following the wine. “Is that water boiling over there?”
Abby leans over and nods. “Yep.”
“Okay, good.” Capers and basil make it with the other aromatics, finalizing the sauce for this dish. As you toss your seasoned raw shrimp into a separate hot skillet with oil and lemon zest, you task Abby with setting the noodles to simmer. “Those bundles of cavatappi, put them in the water.”
Abby backs up, lining his shot like he did before, but you call him out. “Are you going to throw everything in my kitchen?”
“Just the fun stuff.” Abby shrugs, treating your handmade pasta noodles like a winning pitch. You want to be upset, but you can’t deny it does look pretty fun. He throws one bundle, causing a splash to spill over the stove’s surface. He then does something unexpected and offers you the other. “C’mon. You know you want to.”
You take the pan off the heat, setting the sauce and fully cooked shrimp aside to keep warm. Approaching Abby, he hands you the stringy bundle of dough, flour being transferred from his hands to yours. You resume a similar stance to his, throwing the noodles right on the mark with a secondary splash. “Okay, that was a little fun. We’re just making a mess in the process.”
“And messes can always be cleaned.” Abby cages you in with the counter. “How long do those have to cook?”
You lean back and set a timer for four minutes, giving you a grace period of a minute or so until they’re done. “Too fast to do anything worthwhile.”
Abby can see you want him but are saddened at the finite period of romance to be shared, taking advantage of every second he gets. He lifts you with ease, seating you on the flour-dusted counter space where your noodles were rolled out. You’re at his level now, his face right in front of yours. His powerful arms coil around you. The ticking of the timer sets a hasty beat like an impatient metronome.
His kisses are full and impassioned. His tongue slithers into your mouth, exploring its taste as his saliva melds with yours. His taloned hands thread into your hair and he grips you fervently, yanking your head back to mark your neck with his fanged bites.
Just when you start grinding into him and his lips find your mouth once more, the timer goes off. You continue to kiss him, accepting all he has to give, until you scream at yourself from the inside not to let the noodles turn to mush.
“Gah!” You gasp for breath, pushing him aside so that you can race to the boiling pot, carry it to the sink and strain the noodles.
“They’re not overcooked, are they?” Abby points out, his sinister grin very prominent in his speech when he sees he’s done well in distracting you. He walks over to meet you, watching the strained noodles fall right back into the pot. “I hate bloated noodles.”
“Well, if they are, that would be your fault, wouldn’t it?” You take the noodles back to the stove, setting it down so that you can pull one out and test it. After ripping it in half, you give one portion to Abby for him to taste it himself. “Only one way to find out.”
As you put the noodle into your mouth, Abby does the unthinkable. Actually, you should have guessed that he would do this; he throws the noodle right at your kitchen wall.
“What did you do that for?!” You’re at first outraged at the waste, hoping to gauge his opinion of something you worked really hard on making.
“I read online that this is the best way to see if noodles are done.” The quaint innocence in his response disarms you. It is true, you have heard that before, but you always thought the notion to be silly and relied on taste instead of physics. You reel yourself back, taking a breath and reminding yourself that every glimpse into his mind is a blessing, no matter how eccentric.
Taking in the depth of his charm, you’ve but one thing to ask. “Well, what does that mean?”
You both look at the noodle still clinging to your wall, picturesque alongside the other artwork you have suspended there, having not moved an inch.
“That means it’s time to plate this up.” Abby licks his lips, craving a bite. “I’m starving.”
You do just as he requests and put everything together. The shrimp are coated with that decadent sauce you made, wonderfully finished with the heaping bundles of thin pasta. After a healthy stir and toss around, you load up a couple bowls, placing a portion of buttered and toasted baguette beside each swirling pile. You can see the eagerness on Abby’s face when you depart from the kitchen to rest both bowls on the dining table where you then sit across from him to enjoy the fruits of your labor.
With no words spoken, the only sounds in the space come from silverware twisting on plates and Abby’s spirited devouring of the Scampi. He doesn’t even need to say it. His moans of bliss as he shovels forkful after forkful into his mouth tell all. You don’t even make it halfway through your own serving when he stands up and heads to the pot for more.
“You like it?” You ask meekly while driving your fork into a plump piece of shrimp.
Sauce drips from his chin as his cheeks balloon with food. He swallows the bite currently in his mouth so that he can speak. “I love it. Like I love you.”
He lets you collect the mess on his face with a folded napkin, his strong jaw so colossal in your grasp. You kiss him this time, committing every ounce of his happiness to memory. “I love you too.”
Baby: goo goo...
Producers: *anticipation*
Baby: ... ga ga.
Producers: WRITE THAT DOWN WRITETHATDOWN!!!
Producers: THIS GUY'S A GENIUS!!!
Producers: SPITTIN' ABSOLUTE BARS
Producers: SOMEONE GET THIS MAN A NOBEL PEACE PRIZE
Pairing: Saja Boys x F!Reader
Category: Smut (18+)
Tags: Voyeurism, Oral Sex (F!/M!Receiving), Blowjobs, Cunnilingus, Reverse Cowgirl, Cock Warming, Doggy Style, Edging, Overstimulation, Spanking (Ass/Pussy), Dirty Talk, Bondage, Use of Petnames (Baby, Baby Girl, Sweetheart, Sweetie, Princess), Heat/Mating Season, Mirror Sex, Full Nelson, Mating Press, Porn W/ Some Plot, Angst Ending (You've Been Warned)
Word Count: 5.6k+
Summary: You had no idea what you were getting into when you were chosen to be the Saja Boys fucktoy social media manager.
Song Inspo: Seven (Jung Kook - Explicit Version)
To say it was a whirlwind would be an understatement. You went from being a social influencer with barely a thousand followers to the social media manager for the Saja Boys. You always questioned why they chose you: it wasn’t like you had a massive following to begin with. But Jinu would always reassure you in his smooth, lilting voice:
“You know just how to reach the soul”.
You never gave the statement a second thought, simply passing it off as a compliment with a shrug.
⋆ ˚｡⋆ MONDAY ⋆ ˚｡⋆
You rubbed your temples as the dim glow of your laptop illuminated your features. The soft lighting of the sunset filtered through the hotel window as you sighed.
“You’re going to strain your eyes if you keep squinting like that,” a voice purred from the darkness. You flinched and whipped your head around, your eyes landing on Abby leaning against the wall. His thick, muscular arms were crossed in front of his broad chest as his shirt rode up his well-defined abdomen.
You cleared your throat and turned your head, hoping to hide how flushed your cheeks had become.
“I’m fine,” you waved your hand. You heard his footsteps cascade through the main room, his larger figure looming over you as you worked on a new, vibrant post for their Instagram.
“You work so hard, (Y/N),” Abby murmured as he leaned over you. Your eyes widened as his abs rubbed against your face while he closed your laptop. He smirked as his gaze burned into yours. You parted your lips as Abby took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up. “Why don’t you take a break?” he rumbled and smoothed his thumb over your bottom lip. You couldn’t stop your eyes from tracing over his dewy, plush lips to the way his floral shirt rode up his well-defined abs.
You swallowed thickly as your heart skipped a beat.
“I guess a small break wouldn’t hurt,” you shrugged. Abby’s smirk grew as his hand caressed your cheek.
“That’s my girl,” he said in a low, soft hum. “C’mon, I have some ideas to help you unwind,” Abby stated before tilting his head towards his bedroom door.
༺♥༻
“You look so pretty like this,” Abby murmured as his hand wrapped around your hair. You locked eyes with him as you bobbed your head, his stiff, heavy cock wetly gliding in and out of your mouth. You slurped and hollowed your cheeks as he lightly bucked his hips against your face.
“Fuck, your mouth’s so tight,” he hissed and tugged on your hair. You nearly gagged as you felt his length dip down your throat, his weeping tip throbbing against your esophagus. Your nostrils flared as you breathed through your nose, his cock weighing heavily against the softness of your tongue.
“Bet you’re already wet just from sucking my cock, aren’t ya pretty girl?” Abby smirked down at you. You moaned as he pressed his foot against your crotch, the friction making your pussy ooze with your warm, sweet slick. “Mhm, thought so,” the demon grunted, his brows furrowing as you took him even deeper down your throat.
“Fuck me,” he gasped and tilted his head back, his hips starting to gently smack against your face. You moaned around his girthy, veiny shaft as he plunged himself into your mouth. His tip bent and dipped down your tight throat, a bulge appearing each time his hips snapped forward. “Mmm fuck baby girl, you like it when I face-fuck you, hm?” Abby chuckled between shaky breaths. His hands were now enveloping your temples as his thick, heavy balls slapped against your chin.
“God, you take me so well,” Abby groaned as his gaze met yours. You probably looked like a mess - your hair tossed this way and that, your mascara smearing from the globs of tears that ran down your cheeks. But oh, how he looked down at you with such admiration, such unbridled lust in those pools of darkness.
“Shit, gonna cum,” he panted while using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. “You gonna take me, baby? Every last drop?” Abby grunted as his cock continued to pound against your throat. You nodded and gagged as his cock glided even deeper down your gullet. Abby chuckled before a loud moan left his lips.
“Good girl,” both of you gasped as he brought your lips all the way down to his base. You groaned around his girth as he twitched inside of you, shooting thick ropes of his seed down your parched throat. “God, yes,” he gulped and parted his lips as his hands trembled against your face. You eagerly swallowed his hot cum as he pulled his pelvis flush against your face.
“Fuck, so good,” Abby panted as he slowly pulled his hips back. You coughed and spluttered as you caught your breath, his dick falling past your puffy lips. A string of spit connected your mouth to his tip, your tongue slightly poking out as you gasped for air. “You took me so well, baby girl,” the man before you praised as he gently brushed some hair from your face.
You met his gaze and smiled before placing a small peck over a vein on his shaft. His dick twitched at the feather-light touch, a small huff leaving his throat.
“Already wanting more, hm?” Abby chuckled and rubbed your head. You smiled and peppered his girth with quick, sloppy kisses.
Little did you know that someone was watching you from the bathroom…
⋆ ˚｡⋆ TUESDAY ⋆ ˚｡⋆
You felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind while you were scrolling on your phone.
“What are you up to, (Y/N)?” Baby’s voice cooed from behind you. You chuckled and turned your head, a slight blush dusting your cheeks when your lips almost caressed his.
“Just looking at our numbers. There’s been over a million likes on yesterday’s post! I don’t even know how it’s possible,” you smiled and continued to scroll through your feed. You blinked when Baby reached over and turned off your phone, his warm breath caressing your face.
“Why don’t we stay off our screens for a bit and focus on…something else,” he murmured and looked you up and down. You shivered as he traced his fingertips over your arm.
“What did you have in mind?” you asked while tilting your head.
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“Oh fuck,” you cried out sharply as you felt Baby’s cock twitch deep inside your sopping cunt. The teal-haired man beneath you smirked as his fingers worked your tender bundle of nerves, your legs shaking as he used his other hand to caress your hardened nipple.
“Y’like that, huh?” Baby nipped at your earlobe as he rolled his hips forward. You gasped and gripped his thighs as you felt his cock stretch your pulsing walls.
“Oh God, yes,” you shivered at how the tip of his dick caressed your cervix, his length throbbing as your pussy hugged his shaft. Baby chuckled lowly as he suddenly stopped circling your puffy clit. A sharp whine left your lips as he nuzzled his cheek against yours.
“Aw, what’s wrong?” he lilted and kissed along your jaw. You squirmed in his lap, a thick ring of cream oozing around the base of his cock.
“B-Baby, please,” you mewled and ground your ass against his lower stomach. He sighed and gave your breast a tender squeeze.
“Say it again,” he purred. “Say please for me”. You squealed when he slapped the inside of your thigh, your toes curling as he began to tease your clit once more.
“Please, Baby, please let me cum,” you cried out and arched your back. You felt him smirk against your cheek before he began to finally buck his hips upwards. Your eyes rolled back as the sound of wet smacking resounded through the room. Your moans could’ve shaken the walls with how loudly they rose from your throat.
“Love seeing you bouncing on my dick, sweet thing,” Baby groaned as his hands cemented themselves onto your hips. A bulge etched itself into your stomach each time his cock fully sheathed into your aching cunt. You began to move your hips with his, your ass jiggling against his pelvis as his length deliciously rubbed against your gummy walls.
You had been warming his cock for so long, the muscles in the core of your stomach already began to tighten. Your nails dug into his thighs as your breasts bounced with every sharp thrust of his hips.
“F-Fuck! Baby!” you wailed and threw your head back as you suddenly released. Your sopping wet cunt clenched around his girth as you stilled. Soft cries of pleasure fell from your mouth while a wave of bliss washed over you.
“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Baby praised while squeezing the flesh of your hips. You gasped when he suddenly pushed you onto the bed, your cheek squishing against the sheets while he continued to grind his hips against you. You felt his cock continue to throb deep inside your core as he spread your asscheeks apart.
“But I’m not done with you yet,” he rumbled before giving your ass a sharp smack.
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Romance squeezed the base of his cock as he heard your moans and cries through the wall. He clenched his jaw, jealously seeping over him as he heard Baby fucking you just a room over. But then, a devious smirk crossed his soft features. Tomorrow…he’d surely have you all to himself.
⋆ ˚｡⋆ WEDNESDAY ⋆ ˚｡⋆
You just walked into the lavish hotel room when you were met with the smell of…rosewater? You furrowed your brows as you set your keys on the table. Melodious humming filtered through the air as you took off your shoes.
“Hello?” you called as your eyes scanned the main room. Odd, they’re usually here around this hour. “Baby? Mystery?” you said as you weaved your way through the rooms.
Your eyes widened when you opened a heavily decorated, white door. Romance simply smiled when your eyes met, his body covered with mounds of bubbles.
“Ah, (Y/N),” he hummed and smoothed his hand over his wet, pink hair. “Did you forget to knock? Naughty girl,” Romance clicked his tongue. Your cheeks burned as you glanced down at the tiled floor.
“S-Sorry,” you muttered and began to take a step back. He held up a finger.
“A-Ah. I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” Romance hummed before his eyes flickered with desire. “As a matter of fact, why don’t you join me? The other boys have gone out. It’ll just be the two of us,” he said while throwing you a quick wink. You felt a pang of heat strike through your core when you watched him spread his legs, his cock barely concealed beneath the soapy water. “I could use the company,” the man murmured softly.
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Your head fell back as Romance spread your supple cheeks, his tongue instantly finding your weeping slit. You shivered as he released a long moan.
“God, you taste divine,” he groaned before placing a wet kiss against your slick pussy. You kneaded the sheets in your fists as he traced his tongue along your lower, puffy lips. “Mmm, so sweet,” Romance rumbled before peppering your slit with moist, gentle kisses. You whined and buried your face into the pillow as he puckered his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves, his hands gently massaging your supple asscheeks.
“R-Ro,” you mewled and wiggled your hips. You shuddered as he circled his tongue around your clit, his warm breath sending sparks of pleasure through your core.
“Does that feel good, princess?” Romance cooed as he squeezed your bum in his palms. You gulped for air and nodded, a sharp cry echoing between the walls of his room as he nuzzled his face against your pussy. “Let me hear you, sweetheart,” the man behind you sighed. Your toes curl as you feel him gently press his lips to your heat.
“Wanna hear your sweet voice,” he murmured and placed another kiss to your sleek cunt. “Your cute, little moans,” Romance grunted before shoving his face against your sex. You gasped as he inhaled deeply and stroked his tongue between your soft labia.
“My name falling from your lips,” his muffled voice carried through the bedroom before he tilted his head. “Can you say my name, baby?” Romance purred. You swallowed the growing lump in your throat as you parted your lips.
“R-Romance,” you gasped and curved your back. He chuckled softly and gave your ass a tender squeeze.
“Good girl,” you felt him smile against your sex before he placed another sloppy kiss against it. “I think you deserve a little reward,” Romance purred. You lunged forward as he buried his face into your cunt, his tongue flattening over your sweltering heat. Your legs quivered as he swayed his face side to side, smearing your slick all over his parched, needy mouth.
“Oh fuck, yes Ro,” you keened as he pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses to your juicy center.
“God, I could get drunk on your pussy,” Romance groaned. You jolted when his nimble fingers began to draw steady circles around your delicate bundle of nerves. “Mm and so responsive. Fuck, you’re making me so hard, sweetheart,” he murmured. You bit your lip as you felt him shift behind you, the sound of fabric shuffling making your walls clench.
You shivered as you felt his thick cock bounce against your crack, his length already hard and aching to be squeezed between your tight walls. Your heart skipped a beat as Romance leaned over you and gently pecked your cheek.
“You want my cock, sweet girl?” he murmured and gently rocked his hips against your pussy. You moaned and arched into his cock gliding against your burning sex.
“Mmm, yes Ro,” you keened. His chuckle sent shivers down your spine as he traced his tip over your weeping entrance.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he purred before slowly sinking in.
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Mystery had decided to stay behind from a boys night out. When he was met with the sounds of your soft cries of land Romance’s moans, he immediately began to listen in through the bedroom door.
Oh, how naughty you were being. Making all those cute, slutty little noises for his fellow demon. He huffed and shook his head, trying to ignore how his semi-hard cock rubbed against the fabric of his pants. He gripped the handle to his own door, his jaw clenching as his nostrils flared.
He’d have to punish you for being such a misbehaved girl.
⋆ ˚｡⋆ THURSDAY ⋆ ˚｡⋆
You poked your tongue out as you reached on your tiptoes. Somebody decided to put your Choco pies on the top shelf, leaving you to fend for yourself.
“Stupid men,” you huffed as you balanced on top of the chair. Your eyes lit up as your fingertips scraped the corner of the box…only for your feet to slip out from under you. You gasped and braced yourself for the cold tile to smack your skull. You winced and closed your eyes before you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around you. Your back was pulled flush against Mystery’s front, a small smirk on his face.
“Careful there,” he murmured and gave your body a gentle squeeze. You released a shaky sigh as he held you close.
“Did you do this?” you asked as your brows furrowed, pointing up at the box of sweets. Mystery pursed his lips before shaking his head.
“Can’t say I did,” he hummed, his hand moving lower. You squealed when he suddenly gave your ass a tender squeeze. “I have to say, I didn’t take you for a sweets kind of girl. I thought you liked things a bit more…” he paused and leaned closer to your ear. “Spicy,” Mystery whispered.
You scoffed.
“Oh please,” you huffed despite the growing blush on your cheeks. The man holding you chuckled, a gleam shining through his faded, lavender hair.
“Am I wrong, (Y/N)?” he asked and nipped at your earlobe. You tried to hide your shudder as you turned your nose up.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you grumbled. Mystery’s smirk grew as he sat you down on the chair, his hands pressed between your spread legs as his nose brushed against yours.
“I heard your little rendezvous with Romance last night,” he purred and traced his finger over your jawline. You gasped, eyes growing to the size of saucers. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, he held his finger up to your lips.
“No need to deny it, sweet girl,” Mystery purred before leaning close to your ear. “Or should I say…dirty little slut?” he rumbled before his other hand cupped your pussy through your skirt. You suppressed a whine as your hands gripped his arm. He hummed and tilted his head.
“Want to take this somewhere else?” he asked with a cheeky smirk.
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Your muffled moans carried through the room as Mystery slid the vibrator to your needy clit. Your poor pussy was practically drooling over the sheets as he brought you closer to the edge for the nth time this hour.
“You look so good tied up,” the man before you grinned as he circled your sensitive nub. You squirmed against the black, silky ribbons wrapped around your body. Your hands writhed as they pressed behind your back, your legs spread wide open. Your pussy was completely exposed for his use and pleasure. Mystery hummed as he tilted his head.
“You realize why I’m doing this, right?” he asked. You gasped and rolled your hips forward when he laid a smack against your aching pussy. Your groans were muffled by the dark ribbon tied around your mouth. Mystery leaned closer before licking his lips. “Because you’re such a naughty girl, teasing me with your paramour with Romance,” he huffed. Your legs shook as he laid another smack to your delicate cunt.
“Oh, but he’s not the only one you’ve been romping around with,” he smirked before slowly peeling the vibrator away from your yearning sex. You whined as he took away the euphoric stimulation. He switched the device off before resting his forehead against yours.
“Abby, Baby, Romance…and now me,” Mystery chuckled as his fingers crept closer to your weeping hole. You gasped as he slowly pried your entrance open, his fingers eagerly being swallowed by your greedy little pussy. You trembled, tears of overstimulation pricking at your eyes as he inched them down to his knuckles.
“You just love to have your fill, don’t you?” he sighed before tugging the ribbon down from your lips. You gasped for air before your lips were swallowed in a heated kiss. You keened against Mystery’s sweet mouth as his fingers began to pump in and out of your squelching heat. He captured your bottom lip between your teeth as he curled his fingertips at the soft, spongy g-spot deep inside of you. A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over you as your pussy continued to squelch and gush with every thrust of his fingers.
“But none of those other men are going to make you cum as hard as I will,” Mystery said in a low growl. Your walls began to flutter as the bed softly creaked beneath you. “Shit,” Mystery hissed. You watched in a flash as he quickly unzipped his pants, his stiff dick bouncing between his legs. With one swift motion, his fingers slipped from you with a loud, wet “pop”.
Your head rolled back with a cry of bliss when he swiftly sheathed himself inside of your dripping sex.
“Y-Yes,” Mystery moaned, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he buried himself to the hilt within your tight cunt. You felt the feather-light touch of his silky bush brush against your mound as he swallowed thickly. “God, you already feel so good,” he breathed before slowly rolling his hips. You whined and balled your hands into fists behind your back as the ribbons hugged and squeezed your breasts.
“So tight and - ah - love how you squeeze me,” Mystery groaned. You already felt your core begin to flutter and tighten, those countless times of him bringing you to the edge now starting to build up to your sweet, blissful release.
“M-Myst,” you whined as you felt yourself growing tighter with every quick, sharp drive of his cock. Mystery gave you a mischievous smile as he suddenly slowed, his hands now squeezing and kneading the flesh of your hips. “No,” you crooned and uselessly threw your hips forward. He chuckled, a low, nearly thunderous sound before he began to quicken his pace once more.
“Can you feel me deep inside you, (Y/N)?” Mystery grunted before tracing his finger down your stomach and over the small bulge that came and went with the rocking motion of his thick shaft. You gasped and writhed beneath him, your walls gripping him in a vice as you neared the edge of your release.
“Yes,” you mewled. You met his gaze as he leaned over you, his hair parting just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his bright, crystalline eyes. Your hot pants and breaths joined the choir of wet squelches and skin slapping against skin. Your jaw dropped as a silent cry left you when he slammed his hips forward and pressed his palm against your stomach.
“That’s it: cum for me,” Mystery grunted as he smirked above you. Your orgasm washed over you like a wave of pure rapture. All of your senses blended into a warmth that expanded from your fingertips to the soles of your feet.
“M-Mystery,” you moaned and tensed in the tightness of the black ribbons. Your gaze was half-lidded as your maw remained ajar, your body glistening with sweat and afterglow. You felt Mystery’s lips caress yours before he gave your hip a squeeze.
“Don’t forget, sweet girl,” he murmured before driving his cock impossibly deep inside your still fluttering walls. “I need to finish, too”.
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Jinu pursed his lips as he tapped his fingers against his arm. The sound of your melodious cries of pleasure could be heard three floors down.
“And they’ve been at it for how long?” the leader of Saja Boys asked with a raised brow. Abby and Romance exchanged glances while Baby smirked.
“About an hour,” Romance sighed and ran a hand through his soft, pink hair. Jinu narrowed his eyes. Yes, he had been seeing Rumi fairly frequently…but nothing explicit had happened between the two of them.
Nothing like this, at least.
He turned, desperately fighting the urge that rose and swell between his legs.
“You sure you don’t wanna stay for the finale?” Baby asked. Jinu simply huffed and slammed his door shut. He panted, the patterns on his arms glowing as his dark eyes flickered with shades of gold.
He knew it was foolish to start this plan during demon mating season. That’s why he needed a pretty little thing like you to help the boys “blow off some steam”.
But this?
“Damnit,” he seethed at the sound of your moans. God, you sounded so pretty. Jinu closed his eyes and inhaled sharply as he drew in a deep breath, his cock aching for stimulation. He clenched and unclenched his fists, the back of his head leaning against the wall as he heard Mystery fuck you just a few rooms over.
He was better than this…he could still be the strong, powerful demon he’s always been.
Almost always.
Jinu huffed. He wasn’t about to let his instincts get the better of him.
“Just a few more days…” he muttered under his breath.
⋆ ˚｡⋆ FRIDAY ⋆ ˚｡⋆
You were spent, enough said. Four days of having your holes thoroughly fucked has left you lying on the couch, blankly staring up at the ceiling.
“I think we broke her,” Abby huffed while Baby poked your cheek. Romance sighed while Mystery remained off to the side, a Manhwa balanced in his hand. You felt Romance’s lips caress your forehead before he gently sat you up. His hand braced your lower back before he brought a water bottle to your lips.
“I told you all to use aftercare,” he chastised the other men with a low grumble. His words barely registered in your mind before Jinu’s door suddenly burst open. The other Saja Boys cleared the area as he stomped over, his nostrils flaring and dark hair tousled this way and that.
“You don’t look so good-” Baby said before Jinu loomed over you. You could clearly see a bulge growing against his jeans as he leaned close.
“(Y/N), I need you,” he groaned and snatched your wrist. Romance held his hand against Jinu’s, a warning look flashing in his eyes.
“Jinu, she’s barely recovered. Maybe if you-” Jinu snarled before scooping you up into his arms. You blinked and laced your hands around his neck, burying your face into his chest as he stomped back to his room. Your eyes widened as you looked around. Paintings on the wall were knocked over, bedsheets tossed across the sides of the bed. Towels were scattered around the bathroom, wallpaper torn to shreds in some places as if attacked by a large, clawed animal.
“What-” you gasped when Jinu suddenly crashed his lips against yours. You threaded your fingers through his dark, messy hair as you felt his tongue press against your plump, lower lip. “Jinu,” you breathed and pulled your head back. You saw the flicker of desperation in his eyes, along with the bags that lay beneath them.
“Are you…okay?” you asked and gently cupped his cheek. The man frowned, a soft purr leaving his throat as you caressed his face.
“I…I just-” he wrinkled his nose, gently setting you down onto the messy sheets. “I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Jinu apologized with a shaky sigh. You sat up on the mattress, your legs hanging from the side of the king-sized bed. He had his back turned to you, his forehead resting on the wall. “I shouldn’t have dragged you into this,” he swallowed thickly. Your heart murmured as you heard soft, shaky breaths puncture through the room.
“Hey, hey it’s okay,” you cooed and rose to your feet. Your footsteps were soft as you made your way across the rug, gently rubbing his back. Jinu tensed at your touch, his hand barely covering his bulging cock in his slacks.
“You should know the truth,” the man before you uttered before standing up straight. He took another deep breath. “(Y/N), the real reason why I brought you onto our team is…well, less than benevolent,” he began. You chuckled, a look of confusion crossing his features. “Wh-Why are you laughing?” he frowned. You giggled and shook your head.
“I figured you all wanted a house bunny the moment Abby asked me to suck his dick,” you snickered. Jinu’s eyes widened as he blinked several times.
“And you’re okay with this?” he gawked. You smiled and kissed his cheek, your gentle touch leaving a small blush in its wake.
“Of course I’m okay with it. It’s not everyday you get to sleep with gorgeous men-” you paused. “I mean, you’re all very good to me, too,” you cleared your throat. It was Jinu’s turn to laugh. He pushed himself off the wall as he tilted his head down to look at you.
“So you’re okay if I…deflower you?” he murmured and took a step closer. Your eyes widened before you giggled.
“‘Deflower’ me? This isn’t the 1600s,” you smiled and brushed some hair from his forehead. Jinu paused and pursed his lips.
“Ah…then how should I put it?” he said before suddenly pinning you to the bed. You gasped, your hair falling around your face as his lips brushed over yours.
“So you’re okay if I…fuck you senseless?” he growled.
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“Look at you, all stretched out for me,” Jinu moaned as he turned towards the full-body mirror. Your eyes widened as you saw yourself stuffed to the brim with his flush cock. A pair of thick, heavy balls rested just below where your entrance swallowed his dick whole. Your knees were bent against your breasts, his arms holding your legs flat against your upper body as he smirked behind you.
“Can’t believe I’ve missed out on this amazing, tight cunt,” Jinu groaned before slowly raising you higher. You moaned as he sank you down on his rigid length, the feeling of his tip brushing your g-spot making you gush around him. “Yes that’s it, soak my cock sweetheart,” he murmured and sank his nails into the back of your knees.
You gasped for air as he slowly raised and lowered your hips, his own starting to rock steadily. Wet, sloppy sounds echoed in the bathroom as your sexes collided in a mess of slick and precum.
“Oh fuck me, Jinu,” you said exasperatedly as your head fell against his shoulder.
“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” he chuckled. You would’ve rolled your eyes had he not suddenly driven his hips forward, forcing a moan from your lips. “Oh yes, keep singing for me my sweet, little songbird,” Jinu cooed as he kissed along your jawline. The delectable bounce of his cock against your velvety walls made you squirm in his grasp.
Seeing his stiff length thrust into your sopping wet cunt made your heart flutter and legs shake against his arms. Your ass jiggled every time he brought you down to the base of his thick, meaty length.
“I bet the other boys don’t fuck you like I do, do they?” Jinu groaned as he pistoned his hips forward. Your tongue nearly flopped out from between your open lips as you felt his head pound against your cervix. “Do they?” he growled.
“N-No,” you managed to squeal as you felt yourself being fucked into oblivion. You hiccuped as tears of bliss rolled down the curves of your cheeks.
“That’s right, only I can fuck you this good,” Jinu grunted with a shaky huff. You gasped when he suddenly carried you from the bathroom to his messy bed. Your back laid flat against the mattress as he loomed over you, his cock halfway lodged into your needy cunt.
“I want to see your face when you cum around my cock,” he sucked in a sharp breath. You keened as Jinu pressed his hands into the creases of your knees, bringing your legs back up to your breasts. His gaze burned into yours as he began to rock his hips.
“Oh, Jinu,” you mewled as you gripped at the tousled bedsheets.
“(Y/N),” he uttered with a tight throat. His eyelids fluttered as his round, heavy balls slapped against your slick lower lips. The bed began to creak and groan, your body bouncing with the force of his hips drilling into you. “S-So perfect,” Jinu rumbled as your walls began to grip his veiny shaft.
“Oh gods,” he groaned as you keened beneath him.
“J-Jinu, I’m so close,” you wailed and hiccuped again. The pleasure was becoming too much, your brain melting into a blissful nothingness as you felt your muscles begin to wind up. You could’ve sworn you saw something reflect off of his skin as his nails seemed to grow longer. His eyes flashed with a bright gold as he bared his teeth.
“Come for me, gongju,” Jinu gasped as he slammed his cock deep into your core for the final time [princess]. Both of your moans nearly shook the walls as your face contorted with pleasure. Your lips curled into a perfect ‘O’ shape as your pussy squeezed his cock in a vice, tender grip.
“Yes,” he shuddered as he coated your insides with thick ropes of his seed. Your head spun as your heart pounded against your sternum, your body coated with a thin layer of goosebumps as you shivered. Jinu eventually opened his eyes, heavy breaths falling from his gaping mouth as he suddenly leaned forward and captured your lips in a gentle kiss.
You sighed and closed your eyes as you ran your hands along his back, unaware of the patterns that lie beneath your palms. Jinu slowly pulled out of you with a slick sound, his cum oozing from your puckering hole.
“You’re so lovely,” he panted and dragged his fingers across your cheek. You smiled softly, your core still fluttering with gentle palpitations as your high began to fade. Jinu gulped, his reverent smile fading as the light faded from his eyes.
“(Y/N)...I-I wanted to let you know that we’re having a concert tomorrow night,” he suddenly said as his hands shifted from your legs to cup your face. You let your burning thighs rest on the sheets as you furrowed your brows.
“The Idol Awards?” you asked as he smoothed his thumbs over your cheeks. Jinu’s brows pinched together as he sighed.
“No…it’ll be after,” he murmured and gazed at you tenderly. You frowned and laid your hands over his. “Don’t come to it,” Jinu warned with a stern expression. You smiled and shook your head.
“Oh Jinu, you know as your social media manager, I-“
“No, you don’t know,” he suddenly snapped. He frowned when you flinched at his harsh tone. “Sorry…I just-I don’t want anything to happen to you,” the dark-haired man sighed. He rested his forehead against yours, his hands still framing your face. “Promise me you won’t go,” Jinu commanded in a gentle whisper, his expression firm but his gaze still ever so soft. You swallowed thickly, still reeling from your release before you parted your lips.
“I promise,” you said with a nod.
Little did you know how much weight your promise truly held.
Pairing: Romance Saja x F!Reader
Category: Smut/Fluff (18+)
Tags: Lingerie, Pet Names (Baby, Princess, Angel), Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Face-Fucking, Breast/Nipple Play, Oral Fixation, Praise Kink, Mating, Marking, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampie
Word Count: 4.5k+
Summary: You're an assistant for the Saja Boys...but to Romance, you may be so much more.
A/N: Romance is my favorite, can you tell?🫰I hope you enjoy!
You had just returned from the coffee shop, carrying the boys’ orders before something large suddenly approached you.
You gasped when you nearly ran into the giant, brown teddy bear. You steadied the drinks in your arms and peeked around to see Romance holding it with a gentle smile.
“I figured you could use a friend, what with our hectic schedule and all,” he murmured and held the plush bear towards you. You smiled, taking in the dopey expression of the stuffed animal as you admired its fluffy cheeks.
“It’s really cute. Thanks, Ro,” you cooed. He hummed and set the bear aside, taking the drinks from you and placing them on a table.
“Of course, anything for you,” he beamed and leaned closer. Your heart stuttered as he brushed his fingertips over the curve of your cheek. “May I kiss your cheek, (Y/N)?” Romance said in a hushed whisper. You felt the tips of your ears burn as your heart pounded against your rib cage. You managed a quick nod before he chuckled.
“Let me hear your pretty voice, angel,” he purred, his lips already ghosting over your skin. You gulped and took a deep breath.
“Y-Yes,” you said. You felt him smile against your cheek before he gently planted his lips over your face. You sucked in a sharp breath and closed your eyes as his mouth lingered before making its way to your jaw. You shuddered as Romance pecked along your jawline, his hands resting on your waist.
“You smell so good, sweet girl,” he purred while lightly sucking on your skin. You moaned softly before somebody cleared their throat. Your eyes shot wide open as you gasped, your face burning with embarrassment as Jinu stood behind Romance with a raised brow.
“We’re about to start practice, Romance,” the leader of the Saja Boys said, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Romance sighed, his warm breath still fanning against your jaw.
“I’ll be there in a moment,” he said, his eyes still soft but expression clearly twisted with annoyance. Jinu uncrossed his arms before turning his back on the two of you. Romance waited until he finally left before turning towards you.
“I hope the teddy keeps you company while I’m gone,” he said and traced his thumb along your bottom lip. “I’ll call you later, okay?” the man before you said before pressing his lips to the back of your hand. You grinned ear to ear and nodded.
“Okay,” you beamed. Romance chuckled, his honey-brown eyes soft as he met your gaze. He gave a small bow before making his way down the hall. You didn’t think any of the Saja Boys would even recognize you, let alone get you a gift.
You gripped the plushie in your arms while swallowing the growing lump in your throat.
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It started with the teddy bear. Then fancy chocolates. Then your favorite style of clothes.
The gifts given to you by Romance himself grew more and more lavish with every passing day. And each one had the same note attached to it:
“From Yours Truly, Romance ❤️”
To say his affectionate gestures didn’t make your cheeks flush and heart murmur would be an utter lie. You had your own, personal collection of gifts piled up in your bedroom, from the massive teddy bear to the fancy, diamond ring he slipped onto your finger after practice one day.
“For doing such a great job,” he said with a wink and a gentle squeeze of your hand.
You bit your lip as you scrolled on your phone, thoughts of Romance flooding your mind as you sighed.
A sudden knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts.
“Coming!” you called before setting your phone aside. You checked your reflection for a brief moment before opening the door. Your heart raced as Romance stood before you, his taller frame leaning against your door as he held a box to his chest.
“(Y/N)! You look lovely,” he murmured as his eyes trailed from your feet to your lips. You chuckled and rubbed the back of your neck.
“I’m only in some shorts and a shirt,” you shrugged. His soft, smooth hum made your knees weak.
“You look gorgeous in anything, my angel,” he cooed as his soft gaze fell over your face. “Mind if I come in?” Romance asked and tilted his head, his earrings shining beneath the light of your apartment’s hallway.
“Oh! Yes, of course,” you nodded and gave a small bow before stepping aside. Romance bowed in return before stepping into your humble home.
He sighed as he looked around, his gentle gaze scanning your apartment.
“I hope I’m not intruding,” he said.
“Not at all!” you said and waved your hand. His eyes followed you as you slipped into the kitchen. “Would you like anything to drink?” you asked and tucked some hair behind your ear. Romance hummed as he set the box on your table, a bright, pink ribbon tying it together.
“I’m quite alright. Thank you though,” he replied and rested a hand on his hip.
“So, why pay a visit to me? I’m just an assistant,” you asked curiously and poured yourself a glass of juice. Romance chuckled softly.
“Oh my dear, you’re much more than that,” he cooed and stepped towards you. Your heart hammered against your sternum as he strolled your way. He flipped his long, pink bangs from his face before tucking his thumb and forefinger under your chin. “You’re an integral part of our team. Where would we be without your coffee runs or helping organize fan events?” Romance murmured. You couldn't stop the bashful giggle that left your lips.
“You really think I’m that important?” you asked with a sparkle of hope in your eyes. Romance nodded as he tilted his head.
“I do,” he murmured. His breath was so warm and sweet, the scent of strawberries and mint filling your nose. “And I hope my gift says exactly what I think about you,” Romance sighed, his eyes locked on your lips. You jolted out of your reverie when his phone suddenly rang. He rolled his eyes when he pulled it from his jeans pocket.
“I’m sorry, my dear. I have to take this,” the man before you sighed. “Feel free to go ahead and open your gift,” he called before stepping onto the balcony to answer his phone. You set your glass aside and eyed the intricately decorated box. With a deep breath, you stepped forward and untied the lavish ribbon.
Your heart fluttered as you raised the lid, a small gasp leaving you. Inside was a tank top, or so you thought at first. Your cheeks burned the second you held it up, revealing a more…intimate piece of clothing. You felt your entire face heat up before the sound of the sliding door made you tilt your head up.
“So, what do you think?” Romance asked with an eager grin. You clutched the lingerie to your body as your voice caught in your throat.
“I…It’s lovely, really. But isn’t this meant for your girlfriend?” you asked. Romance’s eyes widened before he threw his head back and laughed. You gave him a puzzled look as you pursed your lips.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that, well, where I’m from, it’s customary to give gifts to the one you wish to be your mate,” he paused at that. “Er, partner,” he cleared his throat.
Mate?
“And where are you from, exactly?” you asked as you set the lingerie back in the box. Romance rubbed the back of his head as he tensed.
“I’m not supposed to tell,” he mumbled as he looked around. You took a step back.
“Ro, you’re starting to scare me,” you said, your voice raising in pitch. Romance held his hands out towards you.
“P-Please! Just-” he paused and sighed as he opened and closed his mouth. “I want you to know…know everything about me. But I’m afraid you’ll run away,” Romance said and turned his head to the side. Your mind ran a thousand miles a minute.
Was he in trouble? With who? What was he hiding from you?
You took a deep breath and stepped closer. His eyes flashed with a golden yellow color as you took his hand into yours.
“Romance, you can tell me anything. I promise, you’re safe here,” you reassured him. He took a deep breath, his gaze softening at your words while he nodded slowly.
“Are you sure you want to know?” Romance asked you as he brought your hand up to his chest. You nodded firmly as you gazed into his eyes. With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes. Dark, spindly patterns began to grow over his body, his porcelain skin turning more ashen and grey. Your eyes widened as he slowly opened his eyes, revealing two yellow, glowing orbs with dark slits for his pupils. Your breath hitched as his fingernails grew longer, sharper even. Romance’s gaze burned into yours as he inhaled deeply.
“I’m not what you think, (Y/N). I’m a demon,” he spoke in a more raspy, deeper voice. You felt a lump swell in your throat as your heart skipped a beat.
“D-Demon?” you said with a confused expression. Romance nodded as his glowing, unwavering gaze bore into your own. You shuddered as he brought your hand up to his cheek. He nuzzled it like a cat as a low purr rose from his throat. “So…I take it your actual name isn’t Romance then,” you murmured. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he laughed.
“This is what you’re concerned about? After I just revealed my true self to you?” he chuckled and shook his head. You blushed and bit your lip.
“Well, everyone wonders what your all’s names actually are,” you shrugged. Romance finished his fit of laughter as he wiped his eyes.
“It’s Jae-wook,” he finally said. “But since we’re well acquainted, you can call me Jae,” he spoke and untucked your bottom lip from your teeth.
“Jae-wook…” you murmured his name like a hushed prayer. He smiled and nodded, his eyes lighting up like bright, dancing flames.
“It’s been centuries since I’ve heard anyone call me that,” he shuddered and cupped your face in his hands. “Can you say it again, please?” he asked softly. You parted your lips as you felt his warm breath caress your face.
“Jae-wook,” you uttered as you felt his hands gently dance over your cheeks.
“Yes, just like that,” he breathed and leaned even closer. You closed your eyes as he laid a chaste kiss to your forehead. Your heart fluttered as he trailed his lips down the bridge of your nose. “I’ve wanted to be alone with you for so long,” Jae confessed as his hands fell onto your shoulders. You shivered as his lips caressed over yours, his patterns pulsing with a soft, chromatic hue as he breathed.
“May I kiss you, (Y/N)?” he asked. You were still trying to comprehend the fact that the man standing before you was a demon…and yet, the other part of you only wanted to throw caution to the wind and say “screw it”.
You eventually nodded as his thumb traced along your bottom lip.
“Please kiss me, Jae,” you murmured.
“Good girl,” he purred lowly. With a short breath, his lips tenderly found yours in a sweet embrace. You moaned against his warm mouth as the two of you passionately kissed, his lips gently caressing your own. You sighed and ran your hands through Jae’s long, pink hair, a groan falling from his mouth as you weaved your fingers through his locks.
“You taste so sweet, angel,” Jae cooed before pecking your lips over and over again. You felt his hand trail down to cup your lower back as you tugged on his pink locks. You squealed as you felt his hot, wet tongue glide over the seam of your pretty lips. Both of you moaned as he backed you against the wall, your lips parting to allow him entry into your warm mouth. You mewled as your tongues lashed and hugged in a heated dance, your body growing warmer with each lingering touch of his mouth and hands. You felt heat begin to rise and swell in the sacred space between your legs, your hips bucking forward on instinct. Jae paused before chuckling softly.
“Poor thing. I bet you’re all pent up after running around for us,” he cooed and swiped the pad of his thumb over your lips. You nodded slowly as you caught your breath.
“Yes, I am,” you confessed sheepishly. Jae hummed before his eyes flickered back over to the lingerie draped over the box.
“Maybe I can help with that,” he murmured, his hand splaying over your upper thigh. You moaned as his fingertips danced dangerously close to your pulsing heat. “If that’s alright with you, (Y/N),” Jae said and delicately kissed your cheek. You shuddered. It felt forbidden for you to do this with a demon of all people.
And yet…you yearned for his touch, craved every ounce of him to lavish every ounce of you.
“Promise you won’t hurt me? Or…possess me?” you asked and played with the back of his luscious hair. Jae frowned deeply, his brows furrowing.
“Of course not, my angel,” he murmured and tucked some hair behind your ear. “I would never dream of doing such a heinous thing,” he said, tracing his fingers across your jaw. “Besides, you’re thinking of a different kind of demon,” Jae winked before squeezing your hands in his. “Now…where’s your bedroom? I’d like to spoil you properly,” he spoke, his smile returning. You grinned, your heart thrumming as you guided him to your room. You giggled as he peppered your neck with soft, butterfly kisses while you held his hand.
Jae gently shut the door closed while you began to undress. His eyes drank in your bare chest as you tossed your shirt to the side, your nipples growing hard at the cold air of your room. He sucked in a sharp breath before he slid his hands up your sides.
“Beautiful, absolutely stunning,” he said in complete awe. Your breath hitched as he smoothed his thumbs over your hardened buds, a sensation of pleasure shooting through your body as he kneaded and squeezed your breasts. You mewled as he continued to circle his thumbs over your nipples, his hot mouth finding purchase over your pulse.
The back of your legs hit the front of your bed, a squeal leaving your parted lips as you stumbled back. Jae grunted as you pulled him with you, his body laid perfectly on top of yours. You stared into each other’s eyes before you erupted into a fit of giggles. He chuckled softly, his hands still splayed against your breasts as he grinned.
“Eager thing, aren’t we?” he hummed before latching his lips around one of your nipples. You gasped and arched your chest into his touch, his other hand tweaking your other nipple between his index and thumb. You shivered as you felt his fangs gently scrape over the mound of your breast before he swirled his tongue around your bud.
“A-Ah, Jae,” you moaned as he gently rubbed his hips against yours. You shivered as you felt his hardness caress your clothed heat while he traced his tongue over your sensitive nipple. He slowly pulled his head up, a string of warm spit connecting his glossy lips to your perky bud.
“I want to taste you,” Jae sighed before kissing down the curve of your tit. You whined as you felt his hips rise, only to moan as he hooked his fingers around the band of your pants. “Every. Last. Inch,” he rumbled and locked eyes with you. You raised your hips as he slid your shorts and panties down your legs, his lips caressing your stomach while you mewled. You blushed as your pussy was now exposed to his sight, his touch…his mouth.
“Your pussy looks so delicious, princess,” Jae cooed, his hands parting your legs as he licked his lips. “Do you mind if I have a taste?” he purred, his breath already fanning over your delectable cunt. Your entire face was burning at this point, the tips of your ears glowing as you felt his hair brush against your inner thighs.
“Yes, please,” you keened and raised your hips to his mouth. Jae chuckled as he placed a reverent kiss over your mound.
“So polite. Just one of the many things I adore about you, my dear (Y/N),” he smiled before diving his head between your legs. You threw your head back and cried out with pleasure as he wrapped his lips around your clit, each suckle and kiss of his mouth causing waves of pleasure to crash through your pussy.
“Yes,” you moaned as his sharp claws sank into the flesh of your inner thighs. You mewled at the combined pain and pleasure, his nails raking over your skin and leaving thin marks behind.
“Mmm you make such sweet noises, baby,” Jae cooed before gently swirling his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves. You fisted his long, pink hair as he rubbed his chin against your puffy lower lips. Your walls pulsed as you felt his fangs gently caress your cunt, his tongue flicking out and tracing sloppy circles around your clit.
“O-Oh Jae,” you keened and bucked your hips forward, smearing your juices over the lower half of his face.
“So fucking delicious,” he deeply sighed. You felt him spread your labia apart before licking a long, juicy stripe over your slit.
“A-Ah!” you mewled as he began to paint long, steady strokes from your puckering entrance to your delicate clit with his warm, soft tongue. He’d press an occasional, lingering kiss against your bud before gracefully working his tongue up and down your slick cunt.
“I can’t get enough of you,” his lips danced over your folds before you felt his tongue slide down to your entrance. You gasped and jolted as he nudged your tight hole open with his warm tongue.
“Oh God,” you moaned as he pumped his muscle into your dripping heat. Wet squelches rose and crescendoed through your bedroom as you rolled your hips against his face.
“That‘s a good girl. Go on and fuck my face, baby,” he growled before diving back down. You moaned as Jae began to trace tight circles around your clit with his thumb, his tongue eagerly thrusting into your needy hole.
“F-Fuck Jae,” you cried out as your walls gripped and pulsed around his soft tongue. Your lower muscles began to grow tighter with every swipe of his thumb over your sensitive clit and every tender stroke of his muscle. The moment he locked eyes with you, you finally found your sweet release.
“Jae!” you moaned loudly as your hips slammed against his face. He groaned against your folds as you came around his tongue. He eagerly lapped up your juices like a parched man, his thumb pressed over your bundle of nerves. You trembled with bliss as he panted against your sex, his hot breath making your heart flutter. Jae slowly raised his head up as he slowly licked his lips.
“You taste so divine, my sweet angel,” he smiled. Your face heated up as he laid a soft kiss to your cunt, swiping his tongue between your folds one final time. “I could eat you for hours, make you cum on my tongue,” Jae purred before he lifted his head again. Your eyes trailed down to see his cock painfully straining against his jeans.
“But I want to make love to you so badly,” he cooed. Your heart skipped a beat as he began to unbutton his white top, the sight of your slick coating his lower face making you quiver. You frowned when he paused and tilted his head.
“Would you please put on the lingerie I gave you? I think you’d look gorgeous in it while we’re being intimate,” he said, his fingers tracing under your chin. You nodded eagerly before going to scramble off the bed. Jae laid a hand on your chest, gently pushing you back onto the bed.
“Ah-ah. Allow me, princess,” he winked before his hands left your body. You watched as he stepped out of the room, returning with the lingerie clutched in his hands.
“You’ll look so pretty in this,” he sighed and kissed your cheek. Your breath hitched as you saw his cock strain against his pants. “Will you let me put it on you, (Y/N)?” Jae crooned as his other hand fell onto your hip. You swallowed and gave a small nod.
“Please,” you murmured. The man before you smiled against your cheek before his hands plucked the lingerie from your hands. Jae parted his lips as he nipped and suckled over your jawline, his hands making quick work of spreading out the lingerie.
“Just take it one step at a time,” he spoke gently.
You steadied yourself as you slipped into the intimate piece of clothing. Your eyes widened when you realized it was crotchless: your cunt nestled between the lacy fabric. Jae nudged his head against your neck, his fangs raking over your pulse as he pulled the lingerie over your chest. You sighed and closed your eyes as he tugged the straps over your shoulders, his lips curling over the sensitive spot on your neck.
You whined in protest as he stepped back, his lips leaving the fresh hickey mark on your neck. You watched as his eyes trailed up and down your body
“I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” Jae praised before letting his shirt fall to the floor. You moaned softly as he quickly undid his pants, his flush cock springing free. You smiled and leapt forward, pressing your lips against his. The heady taste of your sweet juices coating your tongue. The two of you moaned as he cupped your cheeks, his mouth devouring yours in a hungry kiss.
“Mmm, oh Jae,” you keened and ran your hands through his now messy, pink hair. He nibbled on your bottom lip, his fangs grazing over your mouth as his tongue lashed against yours. You parted your lips as your soft muscles danced.
“(Y/N), please. I want you so badly,” he begged in a husky whisper. Your noses brushed against one another as your hands traced over the expanse of his chest.
“I’m yours, Jae-wook. Completely yours,” you breathed shakily. His lips curled up in a satisfied smile as you led him to the bed. You sat on the edge while he positioned himself between your legs, his flush tip kissing your puffy folds.
“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this moment,” Jae murmured as he gently pushed his hips forward. You gasped and gripped his arms as he sank into you, his cock deliciously spreading your walls apart. “How I’ve craved your tender touch, your splendid kiss,” he moaned as his length was swallowed by your slick pussy.
“You can have them - everything I can give you,” you keened as you felt him bury himself down to the hilt. Jae smiled as he pecked your lips, his pink tuft of pubic hair brushing against your mound as his cock nestled deep inside of you.
“And you can have all of me in return,” he murmured softly. A moan of pure pleasure rose from your throat as he began to slowly rock his hips. The push and pull of his cock against your gummy walls made your legs shake around his hips.
“Gods, you’re so tight and - ah - perfect,” Jae grunted, his patterns glowing brightly as you imagined the ecstasy pulsing through his lithe body.
“J-Jae,” you panted as his tip showed as a small bulge in your lower belly. Your legs spread even wider as he leaned closer, his body flush against yours while he thrust into your wet snatch. You felt his hot breath cascade over your face as his glowing, yellow orbs drilled into yours.
“Am I hurting you, my dove?” he asked, his hands on either side of your head. You tilted your head back as you felt the head of his cock rub against your spongey g-spot.
“N-No, feels good, really good,” you gulped for air as your breasts strained against the lingerie. Jae smiled and kissed your forehead before he began to pick up the pace. “O-Oh!” you moaned and gripped his taut arms as he continued to thrust into your sensitive sex.
“Oh gods yes,” his breath stuttered while he rested his forehead against yours. The sound of fabric ripping filled your ears, his claws digging through your bedsheets as he gave a low, guttural growl. “(Y/N), I want you to take me. Take my seed,” Jae grunted with a short breath. You mewled as his thick, veiny shaft massaged your plush walls. “Would you be willing to do that?” he asked as his lips brushed against yours. Your head spun with bliss as you managed a quick nod.
“Yes - please fill me up, Jae-wook,” you keened and dug your nails into his skin. Jae grinned before he gently gripped your hips. You gasped and jolted as he now pounded into your tight cunt, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass as he drilled into you. The two of you could’ve shaken the walls with how loud your combined moans were, a symphony of desire rising from your throats. Jae gave a feral snarl as he bared his teeth. Just when you thought he was about to bite down, he smashed his lips against yours. Your mouths caressed one another as he drilled his heavy cock into your stretched-out pussy.
“Fuck, baby, I-I’m going to cum,” you hiccuped as you felt your walls grow tight around his length. The man above you smiled as he softly pecked your lips, his thrusts growing more sloppy with every swipe of his pelvis.
“Cum with me, my angel,” he gasped and squeezed your hips in a tender grip. “My (Y/N),” he moaned as your pussy sucked him into a vice grip. You arched your back off of the bed as the cord deep inside you finally snapped.
“J-Jae!” you cried out as you finally came around his cock. Your eyes rolled back as your walls pulsed around his shaft, your body trembling with bliss as you moaned.
“Yes, just like that, just-” Jae’s voice faltered as he slammed his hips down. He groaned as he shot thick, hot ropes of his cum against your cervix, filling your gummy canal with his seed. A thick ring of cream oozed between the seam where your sexes joined, your combined cum dripping down your perineum and onto the ripped sheets below. The two of you panted heavily as you caught your breath, the quietness of your room coming back to you.
“You were amazing, my angel,” Jae smiled and kissed the back of your hand. He remained deep inside of you as he peppered your hand with kisses.
“You were great, too,” you said between breaths. You felt him smile against your knuckles before he rested his head against yours.
“Let’s stay like this, just the two of us,” he whispered into your ear. You smiled and wrapped your legs around his lower back.
I know you said for now Baby doesn't want Ri-Um to think he does anything nice for her. But, I can imagine in the future, he'll practically want to stamp "Courtesy of Baby" on any sweet gesture towards her 😂😂😂
You are not wrong, my friend. He is a greedy little goblin and he wants his credit, due or not.
(Been saving this picture for a while, have at it! Minors DNI.)
The Cursed Wish Chapter Three - Saja Boys X Fem! Reader
Sorry I didn't upload on time yesterday! I've been having more issues with tummy pain lately but I have a hospital appointment next week so hopefully I can get fixed!
Chapter One / Last Chapter
The Wish That Changed The World.
You took a moment to process what the demon had said, your mind still struggling to get a grip on this new reality you had been dropped into.
“Real lover?” You asked your voice hoarse and shaky. “What do you mean? And who are you?”
The demon's eyes darted to the floor, his clawed hands rubbing together nervously before he managed to answer any of your questions.
“I forgot my name ages ago but you can call me Jelly and I’m here to help I promise.” He told you. “It’s just that it might be hard to explain what’s happened.”
“I’m listening.” You stated firmly.
“Well I’m pretty sure this all started in the reality you came from.” He explained. “There was this woman who wanted to make a deal with Gwi Ma, she wanted this deal for her soul so badly that she used black magic to reach him across the honmoon. Gwi Ma told her that she could have her deal if he got her enough souls for him to use his power to alter reality.”
“To alter reality?” You asked. “What did she want?”
“She wanted to make it that instead of the Saja boys meeting you they met her.” Jelly told you quietly. “She wanted them to have never met you.”
“Gwi Ma doesn’t have that much power right?” You asked in disbelief.
“I didn’t think he’d be able to do it either but once she managed to bring him enough souls he used his power and we went back in time to when you first met the boys, only you didn’t exist anymore. Instead they met her and they managed to get Gwi Ma through the honmoon and now he’s taken over the whole of Seoul.”
“But if I don’t exist in this reality why am I here?”
“Things didn’t quite go to plan, Gwi Ma didn’t realise you had children with the boys. Things didn’t go to plan because of that and instead of keeping you erased you and your babies ended up turning up all over the city.”
At the mention of your children you grabbed his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skinny form.
“Where are they?!” You asked in a high pitched whisper.
“Gwi Ma.” Jelly told you, avoid eye contact. “He has them kept in the stadium with him. That’s why I came. I may not give a shit about most humans but I never agreed to hurt any babies.”
You stumbled onto your feet in a hurry, gazing out across the city at the glowing pink light, your mind already figuring out the fastest path to where your children were.
“I’ve got to….” You murmured, trying to figure out where to find something to fight with.
“You need to find the hunters and your boys.” Jelly told you to draw your attention back to him.
“But my-” You started.
“You can’t even fight off one demon, you need to find help before you go after the babies. Gwi Ma has no intention of killing them, you have time to get the hunters and the boys so you can take him down.”
“Where are the boys?” You asked. “Do they know about their babies?”
“They each have control over one fifth of the city and no they don’t know the children are here or are theirs, but if you can talk to them, make them remember…” He trailed off as a rumble sounded throughout the empty streets.
The dark haired demon cursed under his breath, his patterns flickering pink for a moment before he hesitantly met your eyes.
“I have to go, but I’ll make sure your babies are safe… good luck.” With those parting words the demon vanished leaving you alone, a cold breeze brushing against your skin.
You took a few deep breaths before moving to the kitchen to try and find something you could get clean and wrap your injured hand in, your thoughts racing a million miles an hour.
You eventually managed to find a cloth in one of the kitchen drawers, washing it a few times with a bottle of hand wash that still lingered by the sink. Once you were sure not only the cloth but your injured hand were clean you tied the cloth around the cut, a hiss of pain slipping from your mouth as you tightened the makeshift bandage. You practiced flexing all your fingers to check how painful it would be to use your dominant hand, luckily only feeling pain if you squeezed your fist shut too tightly.
With your injury sorted out you moved your attention back to the cityscape, thinking over what Jelly had told you. The first course of action would be to try and find the girls, he had referred to them as hunters which meant at least two of the three were alive and still lingering in or around the city. The only challenge was trying to find them in this wasteland. You knew they wouldn’t have reconvined at the tower; that would be the first place all the demons would go to look for them. They could’ve gone to Celine’s for help but once again that could be risky as if the demons found the hunters archives they would have access to all the tricks of the trade.
With nowhere else coming to mind you decided to start your search at the older hunters home anyway; even if they weren’t there you could try asking Celine for help. At the end of the day now that you didn’t exist you would be just another helpless civilian to her.
You took another look out of the window, stepping right up to the gaping hole, mindful of the glass all over the floor. You looked through the streets below you, trying to see how many demons you could spot from your vantage point. You saw a couple humanoid looking figures lurking about as well as a small looking hellhound who was sniffing the air, almost like it could smell you but didn’t know how to enter the building.
You turned to leave when a patch in the middle of the room lit up blue, a gasp leaving your mouth as you pressed yourself back against the wall.
It took you a couple of seconds of fear before a familiar blue head rose out of the portal, two giant orange eyes gazing over at you. You didn’t wait for him to even get fully through the portal before you threw yourself at the tiger, collapsing into his warm fluffy body. You melted into the soft blue fur, a familiar purr warming your bones as tears of happiness slipped from your eyes.
“Derpy!” You cried pulling back to look him in the eyes.
You only felt more joy as a familiar chirp sounded out, Sussie flying down onto your shoulder and nuzzling into your neck. You pet her head gently, finally feeling not so alone now you had your two animal companions back.
“Sussie.” You whispered, savouring the happiness you felt. “I’m so glad you two are here and even more glad you remember me.”
Derpy gruffed at you, poking your arm with his nose as if telling you he’d never forget you, Sussie also giving you a soft peck on the cheek making you giggle. You let out a sigh of relief, brushing your hands through his fur one last time before you looked out across the city once more.
“Right now let’s go find Rumi.” You stated, about to turn toward the door to exit the apartment.
Instead Derpy walked toward the hole where the window once was looking back at you and gesturing for you to hop on his back. You stood confused for a moment, you had never ridden Derpy before and you didn’t even know you could ride him. You tentatively climbed onto his soft back as Sussie took her usual place on top of his head, a small yelp leaving your mouth as the tiger jumped from the window. To your surprise you didn’t fall, the mystical blue tiger ran across the air. You watched in awe as blue ripples emanated from his large paws, wind gently running through your hair as you travelled high above the messy roads of the city below.
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