» soul bond, fated mates, slight angst, smut (eventual), suggestive language, possessive relationship, obsessive behavior, steamy scenes, slight violence, dark themes. - the Saja Boys fight each other for a bit -
Warning: MDNI! 18+ Intended for mature audiences!
You caught their eye at a fan sign, and from that moment, the Saja boys were irrevocably bound to you. Soon, you find yourself caught in a whirlwind of their escalating possessiveness, fierce rivalry, and undeniable allure. But this connection is no mere attraction—it's a bond born of a dark, ancient pact and a fate you never knew existed, your soul tied to theirs by a demon's curse. Will the consuming desire of the Saja boys be your only salvation... or your ultimate doom?
27k | I think I over did it this time but you asked for longer chapters so here we go (: also, tysm for all the feedback! I said Sunday for the next update but wanted to give you a treat and post earlier <3 i'll probably post chapter 3 on Sunday, so stay tunned!
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Chapter 2: Daily Distractions
The early morning air was crisp and cool.
(Y/N) stood in front of her closet, staring at her clothes. She wasn’t trying to look sexy for her new job, she told herself. This was a professional environment, and she needed to be taken seriously.
Still, her hand hovered over a few different options. She finally settled on a black pencil skirt that fell just above her knees, black flats, and a light-blue button-up shirt. It was modest, yet it hugged her figure in a way she knew was both professional and flattering.
She’d just have to be careful with the buttons.
At precisely 7 a.m., she walked through the doors of the towering, glass-fronted skyscraper. This wasn't a corporate office; this was a palace, a monument to success and wealth. She approached the sleek front desk, her heart pounding a nervous rhythm against her ribs.
"Hi," she said. "I'm (Y/N). I'm here to see the Saja boys."
The receptionist, a woman with perfectly styled hair and a surgically precise expression, gave her a long, disdainful look that started at her sensible flats and traveled all the way up to her nervous eyes. "The Saja boys are... busy." The tone was dripping with venom.
(Y/N) felt her cheeks heat up. "I understand. But I'm their new assistant. Jinu told me to come at seven."
The receptionist scoffed, a short, sharp sound. "Assistant? Right. I'm sure he did. Look, honey, they get dozens of calls a day from girls just like you. I'm not buzzing you up." Her eyes narrowed with a clear, almost theatrical jealousy. "Don’t you think you’re a little out of your league with this little charade?" she sneered, her voice low enough to be a mocking whisper.
Just as (Y/N) was about to respond, a deep voice cut through the air. "She's with me. Let her through."
A tall, imposing man in a black suit, clearly one of the boys’ bodyguards, stood nearby. The receptionist's perfectly composed facade cracked, and she reluctantly pressed the button, buzzing the elevator.
She shot (Y/N) one final, venomous look.
Silence.
(Y/N) offered the bodyguard a grateful nod before heading toward the elevator. The ride was silent, the number on the display climbing steadily to the penthouse floor. She stepped out into a quiet, luxurious hallway, the air thick with anticipation. With a final deep breath, she walked up to the heavy, wooden door, keyed in the code Jinu had given her, and stepped inside.
The sprawling apartment was breathtakingly large and minimalist, but utterly quiet. She whispered, "Hello?" Her voice sounded tiny in the cavernous space.
She hesitantly called out again, "Hello?"
A deep voice responded from the other end of the apartment, followed by the sound of bare feet on marble. "(Y/N)" She froze, her breath catching in her throat.
Jinu walked into the living room, a vision of raw, natural beauty. He was barefoot, wearing only a pair of black sweatpants slung low on his hips, revealing the sharp V of his waist. His hair was damp from a recent shower, and water dripped from the ends, glistening on his strong shoulders.
(Y/N) stopped dead in her tracks and stared. The invisible string that had connected them at the fan sign now tightened into a steel cable. Her chest pulled, a physical ache of desire, and a slow heat began to simmer between her legs. He was more breathtaking, more dominant, in person than she could have ever imagined.
He stopped, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he sensed her arousal. He walked toward her with the confident, measured pace of a predator. He took her hand, his fingers warm and rough, and brought her knuckles to his lips. "Good morning, my love," he murmured against her skin, the words a low, seductive rumble. "I'm glad you came."
She blushed furiously, the heat spreading from her hand all the way to her cheeks. "Good morning," she managed to stutter, pulling her hand back reluctantly. "I'm... I'm glad to be here."
Without a second's hesitation, he walked right up to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. His face nestled in the crook of her neck, his breath a warm, intoxicating whisper on her skin. "You smell so good," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against her ear. He rubbed his face against her neck, leaving a faint, possessive trace of his own scent on her skin. "Did you miss me, princess?" he murmured.
As he was pulling away, a new presence emerged.
Mystery, in an oversized hoodie and shorts, hair ruffled from sleep, ambled into the room. He gave Jinu a half-hearted glare before his eyes landed on (Y/N), and a genuine, sleepy smile spread across his face. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring, and his
Jinu’s low, feral growl cut through the air. "Mystery. Call the others. Now."
Jinu ushered (Y/N) to the living room, offering her a seat on their massive, L-shaped sectional couch. The moment she sat down, the fabric of her pencil skirt rode up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs, she ususelessly tried to pull it down. Jinu’s eyes immediately dropped, his jaw clenching. He tensed, controlling a feral urge to grab her legs, to push them apart and feast.
Mystery pulled away, a playful, yet territorial grin on his face. He met Jinu’s eyes, and for a brief, tense moment, the two men engaged in a silent fight for dominance. Jinu’s gaze was hard, a silent threat, while Mystery’s held a mischievous, challenging glint. Mystery finally relented, giving Jinu a slow, deliberate look before turning to go find the others.
(Y/N)'s voice, soft and a little shaky, pulled him out of his trance. "I wasn't sure about taking the offer at first," she confessed, her hands clasped in her lap.
Jinu smiled, his eyes still smoldering with a barely contained hunger. "We're very serious about you, sweetheart. We always get what we want." His gaze traveled over her body, a lascivious, possessive look that made her cheeks burn.
Just then, the rest of the boys appeared.
Abby walked in first, shirtless, his muscular body glistening with a light sheen of sweat from an early morning workout. He sat down next to her, his arm casually draping across the back of the couch behind her head. "Glad to see you again," he purred, his voice a low, raspy rumble that sent a shiver through her.
She subconsciously rubbed her legs together, a silent reaction to the desire his mere presence stirred in her. He leaned closer, as if to kiss her, and she tensed, her heart hammering against her ribs. But he just smiled, a lazy, satisfied grin, and pulled back. The heat radiating from his body was a living thing, a palpable force that made her feel both overwhelmed and intensely aware of him.
On her other side, Baby sat down, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.
He looks so cozy, so perfect to cuddle, her thoughts betrayed her while she kep trying to keep things professional. Baby's eyes, always so bright on stage and photos, were now fixed on her, dark and intense. Without a word, he moved his arm and began to trace slow, deliberate patterns on her skin, his touch light and teasing. "Nice to have you here," he said, his voice a warm murmur. Warm, minty breath against her skin.
Jinu, who had watched all of this with barely contained jealousy, cleared his throat. "Coffee or tea, (Y/N)?"
Finally, Romance walked in, wearing only a pair of athletic shorts, his lean, sculpted body on full display, hair tied in a half bun. He sat next to Baby and reached for her other hand—the one Jinu hadn't kissed, as if somehow he knew that hand was untouched. He held it gently and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his eyes full of a hungry, lustful warmth.
"Welcome home, darling." Mystery stood behind him, eyes fixed on her, a silent shadow of possession.
"Are you excited to work with us?" Romance added, half lidded eyes going from her flushed face to her thights. "Because you got us very excited sweetheart"
"Tea, please," she replied shyly.
He went to the kitchen, and in his absence, the boys pestered her with questions, comments and more flirty gazes that kept her on the edge, literally.
"How do you like it?" Abby asked, voice low and raspy. "Tea, I mean" he clarified with feigned innocence at her blush.
"It's a challeging schedule" Mystery said, sitting next to Romance, leaning back slightly on the couch. "But don't worry." A smirk crossed his face, "We know you can handle us all."
Baby agreed to his words with a low hum, while he kept tracing patterns on her arm, making her shiver. "You'd be so good for us"
I should be saying something, right?, her mind screamed at her. This.. this is not ok.
The boys kept talking, asking questions too fast for her to answer. Their eyes, however, were not on her face. They were roaming over her body, drinking in the sight of her. The pencil skirt, while modest, had ridden up just enough to be suggestive. Her light-blue t-shirt clung to her curves, and as she shifted, trying to suppress her arousal, she crossed her legs, making the skirt ride up even further.
They are strangers yet, I can't resist to their touches, i want their attention, crave to have them close, my body pulls towards them, like a moth attracted to flame.
The boys all moaned, a low, collective sound that made her skin prickle. Jinu, coming back with the tea, noticed her fidgeting. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure before handing her the cup, and as she stretched slightly to reach for the tea Jinu was now offering her, a small gap in her shirt revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her lacy white bra.
Romance and Mystery both let out low growls, their eyes burning with a silent threat.
Baby’s eyes widened, and he bit down on his lip, his head snapping away as a low moan escaped him. He covered his mouth, his face flushed with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment.
The other boys looked at him, their expressions a mix of anger and possessive jealousy. They could smell the sudden spike of arousal in him, and they knew exactly why he had reacted that way.
They gave her a detailed schedule for the week, along with a card for the elevator. "So you can come and go as you please," Abby explained.
She took a sip of her tea, oblivious to the turmoil she was causing. Jinu cleared his throat, commanding their attention. He finally sat down and started explaining her new duties. "Mostly reminding us of dates, bringing us drinks during rehearsals, making sure our outfits are perfect before performances."
After their talk, Jinu led her to a small, private office at the end of the hall. "This will be your space," he said, handing her a key card. "For today, you have some calls to make, scheduling some events and interviews for us. The information is all on the tablet inside."
She nodded, walking into the room. "Thank you Jinu"
As the door clicked shut behind her, she leaned against it, breathing a sigh of relief. A moment of professional calm was exactly what she needed.
Outside the door, the boys were a mess.
"She's in there. In our house" Jinu said, eyes fixed on her office's door.
Baby was groaning, covering his face with his hands. "Her bra..." he moaned, "white lace."
The others moaned in unison, a low, guttural sound of shared longing and frustration. "She smells so good" Abby added to their frustration, reminding them all and himself how good her scent was.
"Her legs when she crossed them," Romance said, his voice husky. "So smooth. So perfect."
Mystery closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. "Her scent is so strong in the hall now. It’s all I can smell."
"We'll keep her here," Abby grunted, frustrated. "Right next to us. Never leaving."
"She's so good," Jinu said, his voice a strained whisper. "So perfect. We'll have her forever."
The next day, as (Y/N) walked through the reception area, the same receptionist looked up from her computer, a sneer already forming on her lips. "Back for more, are we?" she muttered. "Told you I can't buzz you..."
(Y/N) stopped, her hand already reaching for her keycard. She didn't say a word, just held the card up, a small, knowing smile on her face. The receptionist’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but the look of hatred didn't fade. (Y/N) just continued on her way, walking straight past the desk and into the elevator.
The first test was waking up Romance.
She arrived at the apartment early, schedule in hand, and found him still asleep in his bedroom. She gently shook his shoulder, "Romance? Time to get up." He groaned, pulling her toward him with surprising strength, tucking her against his bare chest, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. "Just five more minutes, my love," he murmured, his breath warm against her hair.
She could feel his heart beating steadily, and his body pressed against hers. The scent of him, the warmth of his skin, was intoxicating. She could fight, get up and away from his arms but intead of that, she lay there, her own body responding, eyes closed and inhaling his masculine scent, until he sighed and finally let her go.
Next, she went to the gym with Abby, a task that was as distracting as it was strenuous.
He was a beast, his body a symphony of hard muscle and sweat. She followed him, a towel and water bottle in hand, trying not to stare at his sculpted back and bulging biceps. He caught her staring in the mirror, his smirk growing wider. "Like what you see, little bird?" he teased, his voice a low growl that made her blush. "I'll give you a private show later."
Mid morning, she went grocery shopping with Baby. Another adventure.
He had sent her a list, telling her he would stay in the car to avoid calling attention. With list in hand, she walked into the store when her phone buzzed. Baby. "Oh, and can you grab some condoms for me, noona?" he asked, "Any kind you like, ribbed, flavored." Her face turned crimson, but she just agreed, trying to appear nonchalant. When she returned to the car, she handed him the box, and he winked. "Thanks. Now I know what you like."
Later, her cooking session with Jinu.
A mix of domesticity and simmering desire. She had offered to make dinner herself, but he insisted on helping. "I like to cook," he said simply, though his actions were far from simple.
He would stand close behind her, his arms reaching around her to grab a spice, to help her cute vegetables, "Careful" he would whisper, holding her hands and guiding the knife, his body pressed against hers. He’d insist she taste a sauce, feeding it to her with a spoon, his eyes never leaving hers. Every touch, every lingering hug, was a silent claim.
Then came the strangest task: helping Mystery wash his hair.
He had a meticulous routine and asked for her help. Chair in front of the kitchen sink, he sat down. As she lathered the shampoo into his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp, he reached back and held her waist, pulling her flush against him. "Is it more comfortable?" he asked, a teasing tone to his voice. She was now between his legs, the warmth of his thighs on her hips. "I guess..." she replied, a blush taking over her face.
Shampoo rinsed, and hair wrapped in a towel, she tried to step away from between his legs, but he rested his head against her stomach, his voice a low murmur. "Your touch is so soothing." His grip on her waist tightened, a clear statement of possession. "Thank you princess"
The next few days blurred into a chaotic, thrilling, and utterly exhausting new reality. The routine quickly took shape. She was more than just an assistant; she was an essential part of their day.
They even insisted she come to their dance practices, a private, intimate affair. She sat in the corner of the large studio, watching them. Their movements were fluid, powerful, and every so often, one of them would look up and catch her eye, smirking, a silent, flirty promise in their gaze. They used the mirror not just to check their form, but to flirt with her, their eyes locked on her reflection as they moved their bodies in a way that was undeniably seductive.
When they were done, she was ready, water bottles and towels in hand. They would surround her, teasing and flirting, their bodies hot and sweaty. "Thanks, sweet assistant," Abby purred, taking a towel from her. "Such a tight little ass" he whispered, his voice a low rumble, as she moved to tend the others.
"She would look so good on my bed," Romance muttered to Baby, but it was just loud enough for Abby and Jinu to hear. They both shot him a dark look, a possessive growl rumbling low in their chests.
And even during recording sessions, they needed her, for some unknown reason to her. They would sit her on a plush couch in the studio, taking turns sitting next to her as the others recorded their parts. Mystery would run a hand up her arm, his touch light and teasing. Baby would whisper suggestive things in her ear, making her blush and her skin prickle with a familiar heat.
"Her scent is getting stronger" Baby said to the others, as Abby sat next to her, whispering in her ear.
"She's aroused. I can feel it." Mystery added.
"Want to help me with some late night workouts darling?" Abby whispered in her ear as the other boys talked. His words sent a jolt of shock through her, but she didn’t question it.
Their possessive touches, their whispered words, kept them on the edge, their arousal spiking as her scent filled the room.
(Y/N) drove home, utterly exhausted. The past days had been a surreal whirlwind of constant attention, flirting, and simmering tension. She still told herself that this was just how they were—celebrities used to being teasers in front of the camera, their behavior a performance. It was just an act, a way to make her feel special so she would do her job well.
She turned off the TV, shook her head, and went to get ready for tomorrow.
She collapsed on the couch, Kai immediately curling up on her lap. She turned on the TV, stopping on a variety show the boys had recorded a while back. Her heart thumped a strange, unpleasant rhythm as she watched them interact with the members of Huntrix, a popular girl group. They were smiling at the girls, laughing, their ease and camaraderie a stark contrast to the possessive intensity she'd experienced.
A sharp, unfamiliar knot of jealousy formed in her chest. She pushed the feeling away, telling herself it was ridiculous.
At the end of the week, as she drove home, (Y/N)'s mind was in a whirl. She was tired, she had to wake up so early and get back home so late. But she was also undeniably aroused.
How am I supposed to do this job without losing my mind? she wondered. The things they do... they make it so hard not to react.
She knew their constant flirtation, their possessive actions, were meant to be fan service, a way to make her feel special. But it felt so much more real than that.
She just wrote it off as a weird quirk of being famous and rich. She was their assistant, after all, and she needed to be a professional.
She’d also started noticing a strange pattern.
They would all growl at each other when one of them got to touch her. When Mystery held her close, when Romance kissed her hand, when Jinu hugged her—the others would let out a low, animalistic growl. She had started to call their names, to try and distract them, not understanding why they were acting like “rabid animals," as she privately called it.
But then there were the touches. Lingering hands on her waist, bodies pressed together in the elevator, a light squeeze on her arm. When someone else, a makeup artist or a stylist, would get too close or demand her attention, the boys’ demeanor would shift. Their smiles would tighten, their eyes would darken, and their low growls would become more audible.
Today, they had a variety show.
(Y/N) of course, tagged along. As the boys were on set, she stood off to the side, checking her phone.
"Hey, (Y/N)! Is that really you?" A male staff member from the channel approached her, a wide smile on his face.
"I'd love to!" she said, smiling.
"Oh, Mark! Wow, I haven't seen you since school!" she exclaimed, genuinely happy to see a familiar face. They fell into easy conversation.
Mark was an old friend, and the boys were on set, so she didn't think much of it when he invited her to a karaoke night with some friends. "It's on Friday," he said. "You should come. It'll be a great time."
The boys, just finishing their part, noticed her with Mark.
Their smiles froze.
They approached the two of them, their movements slow and menacing, their eyes dark and possessive.
Jinu and Abby stepped forward, their faces contorted with fury. "Piss off," Jinu said, his voice cold and lethal. Abby's eyes were burning with a possessive rage that scared the receptionist into silence.
Mark, sensing the sudden change in atmosphere, quickly excused himself.
"Let's go home sweetheart" Romance told her, one hand possessive on her lower back as she guided her towards the exit.
The other boys following.
Later that night, as they were all headed back to the boys' apartment, (Y/N) was a little rushed.
It was late, and Kai had been alone all day.
As she passed the reception desk, the girl from before gave her a venomous glare. "Going back to get fucked by all five of them, you whore?" she sneered.
They paid no mind to the girl sittig at reception, just ushered (Y/N) into the elevator, their hands on the small of her back, their bodies pressed against hers in a protective, yet deeply possessive, stance.
(Y/N) stopped dead in her tracks, her face flushing with anger and shame. "What if I am?" She retorted, very unlike her.
A defiant look in her face while holding the receptionists eyes, challenging. "If I want to get fucked by all five of them, you wont stop me" she added.
The other girl was about to replied when a low, feral growl erupted from behind her. The boys had heard everything.
Once they were in the elevator, she was flushed and embarrased. "I'm so sorry for what I said" she apologized "It was out of line, but she's been bothering me and..."
"How long?" Baby asked. She looked at him.
"How long has she been bothering you darling?" Abby added. All five of them were quiet, eyes locked on her, hands clenched in controled anger.
"Since... since the first day" she admitted, "but it's nothing really"
"Don't worry about it" Mystery cut her off, hand out to stroke her cheek.
"We'll take care of it sweetheart" Romance said, despite the sweet tone it sounded more like a threat.
Once in the apartment, Jinu handed her a stack of documents. "These need to be reviewed for the meeting tomorrow," he said, his voice still low with anger. "We want you to stay tonight. It's late. You'll be safer here." he added as she was about to leave, exhausted and ready for a hot bath.
"It's late, darling. You should stay here tonight." Abby added.
"Oh, no, I couldn't," She shook her head. "Kai's alone."
"Your dog," Mystery repeated, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "We can get a dog sitter for him."
"No, it's fine. Really. I have to go." They argued, trying to convince her to stay, but she was firm.
She left, but the offer lingered in her mind.
When she arrived at her apartment, Kai was waiting for her, his tail wagging.
She gave him a big hug, glad to be home.
The events of the day felt like a bizarre dream. Mark, the boys' overprotective fury, the rude receptionist's comments—it was all a blur. The only thing she knew for sure was that her life was now inextricably linked to five very strange, very possessive men.
The next day, her phone rang.
It was her landlord.
"Ms. (Y/N), I'm so sorry, but we just got an official inspection. Your apartment building has tested positive for a deadly mold. We have to evacuate immediately. It's a health hazard."
(Y/N) was in shock.
She’d never seen or smelled any mold.
The building had been fine for years.
With no other choice, she packed a suitcase, grabbed her dog, Kai, and drove to the Saja building, a knot of anxiety twisting in her stomach. She got out on the ground floor, walked through the lobby, holding Kai’s leash.
The news seemed too sudden, a mysterious, undetectable, yet very effective mold that was now forcing her out of her home, too convenient after the offer of five certain idols.
"Great," she muttered "now I have to deal with this woman" she said as the front desk got into her view, but when she got closer she found another receptionist—an old woman with a kind face who smiled warmly at her.
"Good morning, Miss" she greeted.
"He's never been this friendly with men," she said, utterly bewildered.
The boys met her at the door, their expressions a mix of faux-concern and barely contained glee.
Kai, known for his cautiousness around new people, did the unthinkable. He trotted right up to them, his tail wagging furiously, and started licking their hands.
"He likes me the most!" Baby yelled, while Mystery just knelt down, stroking the dog's head with a quiet, possessive smile.
The boys, of course, were thrilled.
Their egos instantly boosted, they began to fight for Kai's attention, each of them trying to get him to lick their face, to play with their hands.
"I'm sorry, but my apartment..." she started explaining. "I had to evacuate and Kai..."
"You can stay with us," Jinu said, his voice soft but firm, as if there were no other option.
She shook her head. "I can't impose. I'll just find a hotel for tonight."
She sighed, a feeling of resignation washing over her. "Fine," she said, defeated. "Just for tonight, I'll be working late either way"
Just then, the sky outside turned a bruised purple, and the rain began to fall in heavy, violent sheets. Thunder cracked, and lightning illuminated the room.
"The rain is too heavy to leave now," Romance said, a smug look on his face. "It's a sign, darling. You're meant to be here.
"I'll get your suitcase!" Abby exclaimed, Romance following after him taking the car keys from her hand.
"Guys, it's ok!" she exclaimed "I can do that later..." but they were already taking the elevator down.
Baby and Jinu led her to a guest room, a large, comfortable space with a king-sized bed. "You can stay here" Baby said, entering the room and looking back at her.
"It's at the end of the hall, next to my room" Jinu added, a dangerous smirk on his face "Thought you should know" and winked at her.
"And you have a private bathroom" Baby's voice made her snap out of the trance Jinu's face had her in. "Only for you" he added with a jealous tone to his voice.
Once the boys arrived, fighting over carrying the one suitcase and bag she brought alone, she settled in the room. She put her suitcase down and Kai's stuff in a corner with his bed. The moment she closed the door, she was overcome with a sense of both dread and a strange, exhilarating excitement.
Her eyes widened, and she felt a blush creeping up her neck. She was wearing pajama shorts and an oversized tee that, to her horror, seemed to cling to her body in all the (right) wrong places.
The next morning, she woke up to the smell of coffee and sizzling bacon.
She walked out of the guest room to find the boys all awake, a lavish breakfast spread on the counter. They were all in various states of undress—some shirtless, some in shorts, all of them looking impossibly handsome.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Baby said with a bright smile, his eyes trailing over her body.
"Breakfast is ready," Jinu added, his gaze lingering on her legs.
The boys exchanged lascivious smiles.
She greeted them shyly, trying to pull her shirt down a little. "Thank you" she said, sitting down between Mystery, who was petting Kai on his lap, and Romance who was waiting for her with a plate fill with fold.
"It's a slow day for us" Abby said, sitting across from her on the table, shirtless of course.
"yes" she replied, "I was thinking I could go out and buy some new clothes. I only brought a few things with me."
"Don't you worry about that, my love," Romance said, his eyes full of lust. "We'll handle it. It'll be our pleasure."
Chapter Warnings: LOTS of kissing, making out, biting, suggestive, It gets hot but no smut yet
*Italicized is for the reader's thoughts.
A/N: Okay, so I lied. I'm way too obsessed with the Saja boys to stop writing. So here, the reader finally gets some time with her boys! Enjoy!
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Chapter 4.
Warmth and softness were the first things you became aware of, followed by the blend of scents from the boys. But one scent in particular was stronger, sweet but tangy. You stir, blinking your eyes open slowly, a soft gasp leaving you as Mystery leans close to your face, a soft purring sound coming from him. A little smile twitches at the corners of his mouth as he leans closer, listening to the sound of your heartbeat flutter. “Mate…” He whispers softly, shifting to pin you beneath him.
You splutter, your cheeks flush but you don’t resist. The uncomfortable tugging in your chest is gone, replaced by warmth only your alphas could give you. Mystery leans down to your neck, inhaling before pressing a kiss to your pulse point. A quiet whimper leaves you and you shift slightly, but he gently keeps you pinned. A small grin makes its way onto his face, his fangs peeking out as he leans down to the crook of your neck. A soft breath brushes against your skin as he kisses the spot before biting.
A startled sound leaves you, a mix between a gasp and whine. He growls lightly, his purr getting louder as he leaves his mark on you. It’s not a permanent one, no that would come later but this would do for now. He only pulls back when the door opens and he looks over his shoulder at Romance, who’s standing in the doorway like he just walked in on a scandal. “She’s awake and you didn’t tell us?!” The volume of his voice makes you wince, your ears highly sensitive to sound still.
Mystery gets off you and slips off the bed. “Shut up. You’re loud.” He mutters as he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers. You slowly sit up, smiling shyly at Romance. Mystery smirks proudly at the red bite mark on your neck, seeing the way Romance squints on him with jealousy. “No fair… you got to kiss AND bite her first.” His lips push out in a pout, but he lowers his voice. As you watch the exchange between them you can’t help but giggle. The sound catching both their attention. “Oh, my darling, you are precious.”
Romance peeks his head out of the room, calling down the hall at the other three. “She’s up, get in here!” He turns back to you with a smirk, a certain look in his eyes as he sidles up on your right side, gently pulling you to his chest. His scent catches your attention; he smells like roses and… desire. Your cheeks flush as he leans down to nuzzle your neck. “R-rom-“ Your voice trails off, unable to form words you’ve never needed to before. “Shh my sweet. We’ll teach you to speak, but for now…” He starts kissing down your shoulder, shifting the sweater for more access.
“Damn, you guys really are impatient.” Baby rolls his eyes and glares at them, walking into the room with Abby and Jinu right behind him. You shiver, all their scents blending into one overpowering and intoxicating smell. You love it though; it’s only for you. They would only ever let you be this close to them. “Yeah, quite being so selfish.” Abby plops himself at the end of the bed, but something dark flashes through his eyes when they meet yours. Jinu leans on the end of the bed. “We should introduce ourselves before we smother her in our attentions.” “Why? She knows who we are. She can feel it.” Baby scoffs, moving closer and sitting by the headboard. Romance hums, kissing your shoulder, mumbling against your skin. “You know my name darling…” he finishes by biting into your shoulder. A strangled whimper leaves you. You can feel the air thicken when you make the sound, Mystery purring on your left. He presses a kiss to the space right below your ear, nipping it slightly. A shiver goes down your spine, they’re all too much yet not enough.
Baby swoops in, pulling you from Romance and laying you on his lap. He looks down at you, not even hiding his demon eyes. “You’re addicting…” His eyes narrow and he captures your lips in a kiss. It’s not gentle, but not rough either. His fangs nip at your bottom lip before he trails to your jaw and then to the side of your neck, where he bites. This time heat flared in your belly, only to be stamped down by the suppressants you took the afternoon before.
All the boys could smell the sour scent of the suppressants, keeping you in check like a caged animal. They didn’t like it, but they could only wait it out. Abby scoops you from Baby’s lap and onto his. You’re facing him, your legs straddling his hips as you brace yourself on his chest, your fingers digging into his shirt. “You’re so touchy, sweetheart.” Your whole face is flushed as you pant softly, an ache in your body. Abby kisses down your left shoulder before biting, his hands slipped under your sweater to gently caress your sides. Your hands slide up to his shoulders and dig as you tremble, he growls softly against your shoulder before pulling back and licking the spot. “You’re such a good girl…”
Your eyes meet Jinu’s over Abby’s shoulder and a shiver goes up your spine at the look in them. He gives you a lazy grin and moves around the bed, Abby slides you off his lap so Jinu can lift you. His hands slide under your butt and hoist you up, your arms going around his neck and your legs locking around his waist. He hums with approval and starts kissing up the column of your throat, dragging his fangs over your pulse politely. “So sweet… so perfect.” His lips trail to your collarbone where he presses several kisses and then bites before lavishing the bite with his tongue.
He pulls you close and hides his face in your neck, inhaling and trying to calm down. “You don’t know what you do to us baby…” You gulp, feeling your own emotions running wild and the heat straining to break through the suppressant. Everything was so hot, so overwhelming. The sound, the feel, the scent. It all made your head spin and pleasant tingles go down your spine. With a sigh you leaned your head on Jinu’s shoulder, a shower would be nice right now to help cool you down. “What do you want, pretty girl? You gotta tell us.” You shake your head, you can’t speak well, and it would do you no good to sign, they can’t understand it.
Jinu shifts so you can sit on the bed and they all crowd around you. “We’ll teach you; you just need practice and you’ll be talking, singing, all of it.” Though you doubt it, you decide it wouldn’t hurt to try. “Shhhh…” You bite your bottom lip and concentrate. “..ss-s-show..er..” You pause and look at them with wide eyes. “S-show-wer..” You smile and say it repeatedly as though you can’t believe you just said the word. They all look at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world, before Jinu moves to get the bathroom ready. “Alright pretty girl. A shower it is.” You stand shakily, overwhelmed by all the attention and emotions running through you right now. Mystery takes your hand from Jinu and gently leads you to the bathroom. “In there…” He pauses, staring at you from under his hair. “…here, clothes.” You turn to look at him and gasp. He’s holding one of his hoodies and a pair of shorts.
You gently take the clothes and give him a little smile before heading into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You stood on the other side of the door with wide eyes, everything felt so right. From the bond thrumming in happiness to the scents, the feelings, all of it. ‘Holy shit this… this is what I’ve always wanted…’
You step forward and look at the mirror on the wall, you face flushing all over again as you see the five bite marks on your shoulders and neck. ‘They… they marked me. They really do want me.’ Your heart flutters and as you stare at yourself in the mirror, you realize you’re happy. You just met these demons, but they’re your demons and the bond ties you all together. You nod your head at yourself. ‘I’m happy. So, so happy and I never want this to end.’ You think to yourself, a soft smile on your lips.
Back in the bedroom, the boys were having a bit of a problem. Romance groans, dramatically putting his hands over his heart. “She doesn’t realize what’s she doing to us, does she? I was barely holding back…” Baby growls, eyes fully turning gold as he grips the sheets so tight he rips them. “You were barely holding back? I wanted to devour her.” Abby grunted in agreement, doing some pushups in the corner to distract himself. “Could barely keeps my hands off her.” Jinu lets out a low growl, running his hand through his hair. “It’s all so much, so right. I can feel the bond pulsing, wanting to be completed.”
While they are all distracted, Mystery slips from the room and heads to the kitchen. He stops by the sink and runs his fingers through his hair before gently lifting it. He splashes some water on his face, the window barely reflecting gold eyes back at their owner. He is just as worked up as the others, but he knew you’d probably be hungry, so he makes a tray with a piece of toast, some warmed soup, and a glass of water. He heads back to the room and steps back in, setting the tray on the dresser. He turns and sees them all staring. “…she’ll be hungry.” Is all he says before going to sit in the corner of the room.
Eventually you step from the shower, drying off and slipping into the clothes Mystery gave you. You close your eyes and inhale, the hoodie is Baby’s and the shorts are… Romance’s. You smile to yourself and dry your hair, thinking about them. How would they react when you go back out to them? Would they still want you? How do alphas react when they want their omega? How are omegas supposed to act around their alphas? You have so many questions, questions that Celine never answered. You were always worried they wouldn’t want you, that one day when you met your alphas, they would reject you. The bond tugged in a pleasant way, and you know that isn’t true. ‘No, that’s not true. They want me, they wouldn’t have marked me like this… I can do this. I want this.’ So, with a deep breath you open the bathroom door and step out.
You softly walk back into the room and suddenly everyone goes still. You squirm a bit under their gazes, unsure what to do. Yet, you’re completely unaware how seeing you in their clothing has wrecked them so badly. You spot the tray of food and your stomach growls, making the boys chuckle softly. You duck your head with a sheepish smile and move over to the tray, gently picking up the piece of toast and taking a bite. Baby slips from the bed and walks over behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. “You’re the most beautiful thing we’ve ever seen.” He mumbles into your shoulder.
Your heart flutters in your chest, warmth spreading through you. This was all you ever wanted, to be loved and accepted. It was all you needed. You finish the piece of toast and sip the water, barely setting it down before Romance is pulling you back in for another kiss. His hands slip down to your waist and lift you up, your legs going around his waist as he carries you to the bed.
He doesn’t break the kiss until he moves to set you down, although very reluctantly. Mystery crawls up next to you and gently grabs your chin, turning you to face him. Your lips part slightly as though to attempt to say something, but he steals the words with a kiss. One of his hands trails up the side of your neck as he leans closer to deepen the kiss.
A whimper escapes your throat as he finally pulls back, nipping your bottom lip with his teeth again. You watch him pull back, wondering if his fangs were any sharper than the other boy’s or if you were just imagining it.
Jinu didn’t let you dwell on it for long before he was pulling you onto his lap. “We have things to talk about, pretty girl.” He shifts you so your back against his chest and his chin is on your shoulder. “But the most pressing one at the moment is your heat. Your suppressants are going to wear off in the next forty-eight hours and when they do… We won’t be holding back. You’ll need us to take you, need us to mark you.” He rumbles quietly, nuzzling into the nap of your neck, inhaling your scent.
You glance around the room and see all their attention is focused on you. You snatch a piece of paper from the bedside table and gesture for a pen. Baby tosses you a pen and you catch it, immediately starting to write. “I don’t really know how my heat is going to go… I know what heats are, but I’ve never had one. Ever. My… the person who raised me told me that my condition is a curse, a blight. So, she made me take suppressants from the time I was 16. I’ve never had a heat, so I don’t know how I’ll react, how I’ll feel.” You finish writing and hand the paper to Abby who is sitting across from you. Abby reads through the note silently before freezing, his eyes widening. “Oh my gosh, baby…” He quickly reads the note for the others, leaving them all equally shocked.
“Never had a heat? That’s… that’s dangerous for an omega. You’ve been taking the suppressants so long…” Jinu whispers against your ear, his voice horrified. “___, baby, you can’t be left alone at any point when your heat starts.” Baby plops down on the end of the bed. “An omegas body temperature gets extremely hot during a normal heat, but if you’ve never had one…”
“It’ll be dangerous if you don’t have an alpha with you at all times.” Romance gently rubs your ankle with a soft smile. “Lucky for you, you have not one, but five alphas eager and willing to help you.” Mystery gently takes one of your hands and presses a kiss to it, smiling at you softly. Jinu presses a kiss to the back of your neck, gently caressing your waist. “We’ll help you through it darling, no matter how intense it gets.”
In that moment you take a deep breath, holding back tears. You believe every word they tell you, but your chest aches with hurt at what Celine has done to you. You squeeze Mystery’s hand back and pat Romance’s arm, but you know you’ll be fine. They’ll keep you safe. After all, they are your demons.
Whispers that the cathedral was not as holy as it seemed.
That beneath the stone, beneath the altar, in the shadows behind the stained glass saints and silver-lined prayer books, something demonic lived in silence.
They called him a relic.
Ancient.
Bound.
But awake.
You didn’t believe it at first. You didn’t want to.
A nun’s life wasn’t about belief in stories. It was about belief in God. In faith. In purity.
But the cathedral... it pulsed with something.
A stillness that watched.
A presence you couldn’t ignore.
You avoided the western chapel for months, where the shadows pooled deeper than elsewhere. Where you swore the candles burned lower when you entered.
Until the day you saw him.
It was late.
The sun had nearly vanished, light filtering through stained glass windows in slanted reds and golds.
You were sweeping—simple, dutiful—when something shimmered in the colored glass. A flicker.
You turned.
And saw him.
Not clearly.
Just a glimpse in the reflection of the saints above you: a tall figure in the corner of the chapel. Not human.
His skin a smooth, stone-gray, striped with faint glowing violet. Clawed hands. Turquoise hair. Golden eyes that burned through the stained glass like they could see you.
Your breath caught.
When you turned to face him directly—he was gone.
But since then…
You spoke to the air. Softly, as you prayed. As you cleaned. As you lit the altar candles. You didn’t even know why. You just… felt him. Behind you. Beside you. Inside you.
You whispered:
“I know you’re here.”
“I shouldn’t want to know you.”
“…But I do.”
And one night—he answered.
You were kneeling by the altar, late, alone, trying to chase thoughts of him from your mind. Of sharp teeth and golden eyes, clawed hands and that monstrous, beautiful form.
“Are you praying for protection, little lamb?”
The voice was velvet sin, deep and amused and impossibly close.
You turned fast, heart hammering.
And he stood behind you.
Tall, terrifying, and glorious. The demon from the glass—real now. Solid. His pupils narrow, glowing gold; his sharp fangs bared in a slow smile.
You backed away on trembling hands. You clenched your rosary, throat dry.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“Sweetheart,” he purred, walking down the aisle like a wolf stalking prey, “I was summoned. You think demons just hang around cathedrals for fun?”
You backed up a step.
He tilted his head. “But you’re not scared.”
“I am.”
“No,” he murmured, now in front of you, gaze dragging down your body. “You’re curious. You’ve been feeling me for weeks. Dreaming about me. You want to know what happens when holiness breaks.”
Your lips parted—but you didn’t deny it.
Because the truth was: you had been dreaming of him.
The shadow in your room. The warmth that made your thighs squeeze shut under holy sheets. The voice that said, let me in.
And now he was here.
Baby.
That’s what he called himself, like sin with a smile.
“I’ve always been here, sweetheart. This is my prison. And now? You’ve made it delicious.”
You told yourself to flee. To call for help. To fall on your knees and beg for God to cleanse the rot forming in your heart.
But instead?
You stayed.
Every night after, you returned to the chapel.
And eventually—he touched you.
You shook your head, stepping back—until your back hit the altar.
“Don’t touch me,” you breathed, trembling. “I’m—I’m His.”
“You're mine,” he said, voice suddenly dark, low, curling around you like smoke. “You just haven’t admitted it yet.”
Then he dropped to his knees in front of you.
Your breath caught as his hands slid under your robe, pushing the fabric up with deliberate slowness, eyes never leaving yours.
You grabbed his shoulder.
“Don’t—”
“Tell me no,” he said, dragging his fangs lightly across your inner thigh. “And I’ll stop.”
But you didn’t.
Because your thighs were already parting.
Your head already tilted back against the altar.
When his mouth finally found you, you cried out—loud and shattered—hands gripping the wood behind you like a lifeline.
He devoured you.
No mercy. No softness.
Your gasp turned to a moan so soft, so broken, you knew you could never pray the same again.
“Say it,” he growled against your folds, tongue lapping with devastating purpose. “Beg for me.”
Your hands fisted in his turquoise hair, back arched.
You should’ve said no.
You should’ve clung to righteousness.
But all you could do was cry out—
“Please… please don’t stop—I want you. Only You.”
He groaned, like your blasphemy was divine, and devoured you in earnest.
You were close—too close—and it was too good.
And that’s when it slipped out.
You sobbed.
“Oh god—”
He moaned against you, the vibrations making your knees buckle.
“Don’t say His name,” he growled. “Not when it’s me making you fall apart.”
Your hands gripped his hair now, desperate, lost, dragging him closer, grinding against his mouth with soft, ruined gasps.
You came fast—too fast—body jerking, breathless, ashamed and completely wrecked.
And Baby didn’t stop.
Not until you collapsed back against the floor, sweaty and shaking, the cross still hanging around your neck, now resting between your bare breasts.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning as he crawled up above you.
“You can confess tomorrow, angel,” he whispered against your ear. “But tonight…”
The kind of silence that wrapped around your throat like a ribbon.
As a novice, you had learned to live with quiet. With cold stone floors and whispered prayers. With discipline. With denial.
But you had never learned to live with him.
You never saw him fully. Just the flicker of something in the candlelight. A glint of gold in the darkened corners of the chapel. A shadow in the reflection of the stained glass.
Once, you swore he whispered your name when no one else was near.
But when you turned—nothing.
And yet… you felt it.
You knew it.
Something watched you.
Wanted you.
And worst of all?
Sometimes, at night, when your fingers slipped beneath your gown, when your thighs trembled in silence, when you gasped into your pillow and tried to pretend it was the heat of sin and not the hunger of another—
You imagined him there.
Watching.
Wanting.
And deep down…
You wanted him to.
It happened in the candlelit nave, long after evening vespers.
You were alone, or so you thought. Wiping down the altar steps, sleeves rolled to your elbows, habit slightly askew.
Then you felt it.
That pressure in your chest.
The hair on your arms stood up.
And when you looked up—
He was there.
Not a shadow this time.
Not a flicker.
Him.
Leaning against a pillar like he'd always belonged there. Pale lilac hair falling over one golden eye, his lean body wrapped in dark fabric—but it couldn’t hide him.
Couldn’t hide the stripes—those glowing violet marks that coiled over his collarbone, curling down one side of his neck like they were burned into him.
His eyes locked onto yours.
And for the first time, you saw what was watching you all along.
You backed up so fast your heel caught the hem of your robe.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Just watched you, head tilted slightly, like he was listening to your heartbeat and memorizing it.
“W-who are you?” you breathed.
His voice was low. Hoarse. Like he hadn’t used it in years.
“You’ve felt me,” he said. “You know.”
“No—no, this is sacred ground—”
He stepped closer.
Bare feet. Clawed fingers. Stripes glowing like amethyst fire.
“This place belonged to me before it belonged to your god.”
Your back hit the altar rail. Panic welled in your chest—but not from fear.
From recognition.
From the way your body reacted.
From the heat between your legs that flared the second he got close enough to breathe your air.
He inhaled like he smelled it.
“You’re the only one who’s ever seen me,” he murmured. “Touched yourself like you knew I was watching.”
Your breath stuttered. “Stop—don’t—”
But you didn’t mean it.
And he knew.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, eyes devouring you. “I’m going to keep you.”
Then he kissed you.
Rough. Hot. His mouth crashing into yours with a hunger that felt starved. He growled into the kiss, clawed hands grabbing your waist, lifting you like you weighed nothing, setting you down on the altar steps like an offering.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited?” he groaned, Then his hand slid beneath your robes. “How many nights I watched you touch yourself under the sheets, whispering His name?”
Your head falling against his chest.
“I’ll make you say mine instead.”
His fingers moved against your clit, feral but controlled. Slow, relentless.
“Mystery,” you gasped, not even knowing where the name came from—only that it fit.
He groaned at the sound of it.
“You say it like a prayer.”
Two fingers, long and rough, slid through your wetness, and he growled again—low and guttural.
“You’re soaked,” he whispered, eyes wide. “You’re soaked for me.”
You bit your lip, trembling.
“This is wrong—”
“No,” he hissed, fingers pressing into you, curling just right. “This is mine. This—” he pressed deeper, thumb rolling against your clit, “—was always mine.”
You cried out, hands grabbing at his arms—those marked, burning arms—holding on as he ruined you with his fingers, pumping harder, faster, dragging pleasure out of you that you hadn’t even known was possible.
“You beg so pretty,” he breathed, lips at your ear. “Beg again. Beg me not to stop.”
You gasped, eyes watering.
“Please—Mystery—please, don’t stop—”
And he smiled.
Wicked. Feral.
Devoted.
“My sweet little novice,” he whispered, kissing your throat. “You’ll never kneel for anyone else again.”
The church was empty at dusk, the fading sun casting long gold slashes across stone walls and stained glass. The cathedral was always quiet this time of day. Sacred. Still.
You sat in the confessional, your hands shaking as they twisted your rosary, lips pressed together in silent war.
He was already there.
Father Jinu.
On the other side of the wooden partition.
The only man whose presence ever made you doubt yourself.
“Speak, child,” he said gently, his voice always soft, deep, wrapped in the kind of calm that made your heart ache. “The Lord is listening.”
But you didn’t speak right away.
Because you weren’t sure who you were praying to anymore.
Not after all these years.
Not after all the nights you dreamed of his hands. His mouth. His voice whispering scripture and sin all in the same breath. Not after watching his golden eyes watch you for too long during evening prayer.
Not after giving your life to God… and wondering if He ever truly had it in the first place.
You took a breath.
Then whispered:
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
There was silence from the other side.
And then his voice, low. “What burden weighs on your heart, my child?”
You clutched the rosary tighter.
“I’ve harbored feelings… impure ones. For someone I shouldn’t.”
Still no sound from him.
Just the echo of your breath in the wood-and-stone silence.
“I've fallen in love with someone, Father. And not just anyone... I’ve fallen in love with a priest.”
Silence. Heavy. Immediate.
You rushed on, voice cracking. “I know it’s wrong. I know I should’ve buried these feelings, cut them out. But every time I looked at you—him—I felt like I was being torn apart. I thought it was the devil tempting me, but… it didn’t feel evil. It felt like worship. And that’s the worst part. I feel closer to God when I look at him than I ever did on my knees alone.”
Your breath caught.
“I think I love him. You, Father Jinu.”
Another pause.
Then—
“Come to my side.”
Your head jerked up.
“What?”
His voice wasn’t calm now. It was something darker. Thicker. Coiled.
“Come here.”
Heart pounding, hands trembling, you rose and stepped out of your side of the booth. The door to his side opened before you touched it.
He sat there—still in his collar, robes loose around his shoulders, golden eyes watching you with an intensity that nearly dropped you to your knees.
You stepped inside.
And before you could speak—he pulled you gently forward.
Your knees hit the floor between his legs, your palms resting on his thighs. His hands came up to cradle your face.
Your knees settled on the stone floor, the chill biting through your stockings, but you barely noticed. Not with his hands on your face, reverent and trembling.
His thumb brushed your lower lip.
"Open," he whispered, eyes glowing with something that wasn’t holy—something far older. Far deeper.
Your lips parted instinctively.
“Good girl.”
The words made you shiver, your hands tightening on his thighs as you looked up at him—his collar still snug at his throat, his black robe parted just enough to show the curve of his chest, the faint shimmer of sweat along his collarbone.
“This is a sin,” you breathed.
“No,” he said, voice low, patient. “This is devotion.”
He undid his belt slowly, letting you watch. Letting you kneel. Letting the moment feel like worship. You saw it in his eyes—the way they never left yours, the way he needed you to look. Not just obey, but see him. Choose him.
When he guided his cock to your mouth, it was with reverence. Like you were the altar. The vessel.
“Wrap your lips around it,” he murmured. “Slow. Just the head.”
You obeyed, cheeks flushing, heart racing. He was warm, hard, the weight of him resting against your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks.
“That’s it,” he whispered, hand stroking your hair, fingers tangling at the nape of your neck. “You were made for this. For me. Look at you, so pretty on your knees for your priest.”
You moaned softly, taking him deeper, feeling his hips twitch as you sucked, letting your tongue circle him gently. He let out a breath—sharp, shaky—and tilted his head back, gold eyes fluttering shut.
“God,” he groaned. “You make me forget everything but you. You… and this mouth.”
You bobbed your head in slow rhythm, one hand wrapping around the base of him as your lips worked the rest. His praise rolled over you, heavy and sweet.
“So good. So obedient. My perfect little sinner.”
His hand tightened in your hair, the other gripping the edge of the bench, knuckles white. His jaw clenched as your tongue flicked the sensitive underside of his cock, teasing the head just the way he told you to.
You felt him start to tremble.
“Stop—” he gasped suddenly. “Stop. I’m—”
But you didn’t.
You wanted it.
You needed it.
You moaned around him, and that was it.
With a guttural sound—half groan, half prayer—Jinu came, spilling onto your tongue, his breath catching in his throat, hips jerking once as you swallowed, slow and obedient.
His hand cradled your cheek afterward, thumb brushing over your lips.
“Holy,” he whispered, “and entirely unholy.”
But then—
Something shifted.
For a moment, the air thickened. The light flickered, like the dying flame of a candle.
And you saw it.
His skin flickered—rippled—and for a heartbeat longer than a blink, you saw what he truly was.
His golden eyes glowed brighter, too bright to be human. His pupils slit like a beast’s. His skin paled to something almost ghostly, stretched with violet stripes, faint and glowing. His hand against your cheek was no longer smooth—it was clawed, sharp, barely holding back.
And still—
He was beautiful.
Terrifying. Ethereal.
A priest. A demon.
Yours.
And you—kneeling before him, rosary still tangled around your wrist—did not flinch.
You stared up at him, lips wet, chest rising in quiet awe.
“You’re…” you whispered, breathless. “You’re not human.”
His claws twitched at your jaw.
“No,” he said, voice hoarse. “But I’ve never felt more alive than when you look at me like that.”
You touched his thigh, fingers ghosting along the edge of a stripe that hadn’t been there moments ago.
“And I’ve never felt closer to heaven than I do on my knees for a demon.”
He laughed softly—low and reverent.
“Then pray to me,” he whispered, stroking your lips with his thumb. “And I’ll bless you again.”
He leaned down, kissed your forehead like a benediction.
“You were always meant to kneel,” he murmured. “Just not for Him.”
Only the sound of your voice—soft and clear—rose up to the old rafters like smoke curling toward heaven. You sang not for recognition, not for glory, but for God.
And yet it was a demon who listened.
Hidden behind the walls, folded in old stone, Romance had lived within the sanctuary for centuries. His body bound in shadows, his essence ancient, quiet, watching. He had seen generations of priests, of nuns, of the pious come and go with rote devotion.
Until you arrived.
And sang.
Your voice shattered something in him.
It didn’t burn—it healed.
Over the years, you became his ritual. His muse. His quiet obsession.
He memorized the way your hands clasped in prayer. The way your lashes lowered when you read from scripture. The gentle curve of your mouth when you smiled at the novices.
You were sacred. Untouchable.
So he stayed hidden. Always listening.
Always longing.
The first time he showed himself, it was a mistake.
You had dropped your rosary while walking alone through the cloister gardens. When you turned, he was already there—out of the shadows, golden eyes glowing in the night, skin a muted gray streaked with violet markings that pulsed faintly beneath his open robes. His clawed hands outstretched, holding your beads.
You screamed.
Backed away. Crossed yourself. Your voice cracked as you whispered the name of your god.
And Romance—this being born of darkness—stepped back. Bowed his head. As if your fear had struck him deeper than any holy relic could.
He disappeared into mist.
But he left the rosary behind.
In the days that followed, he tried to make it up to you.
You never saw him again. But your Bible was always neatly closed when you woke up, even when you fell asleep mid-reading.
Fresh lilies—your favorite—began appearing at the foot of your bed.
Once, when you misplaced your veil, it reappeared on your pillow, carefully folded.
You knew it was him.
And you tried to pray harder. You clung to your vows.
But nothing in your training prepared you for the warmth that grew in your chest every time you felt his presence nearby. The flutter in your belly when his eyes met yours from the shadows of the confessional. The way your voice trembled when you sang, knowing he was listening.
And eventually…
You stopped pretending you didn’t want him too.
It was raining—soft and steady against the old glass windows—when you woke to the sound of your name.
Not spoken aloud. But in your mind.
“Let me in.”
You sat up in bed, breath caught in your throat.
And there he was.
At the foot of your bed.
Tall. Bare-chested. His gray skin shimmered in the candlelight, his lilac markings glowing faintly. His golden eyes devoured you—hungry, reverent, afraid to move without your permission.
He whispered, “I’ve watched you for years. I have lived through empires, through holy wars, through silence. But nothing has undone me like your voice.”
Your heart thundered.
He stepped closer, voice shaking.
“Say the word… and I’ll disappear. I will never return. But if you ask me to stay—if you let me—” His jaw trembled. “I’ll worship you until your soul forgets the name of your god.”
You reached out with trembling fingers.
Touched his face.
“Stay.”
He moved over you slowly—like a prayer.
Your nightgown slipped down your shoulders as he lowered you to the mattress, his claws grazing over your bare skin with trembling restraint. His lips found your throat, your collarbone, your chest—kissing like he was repenting for every century of want.
His hands spread your thighs, reverent, worshipful.
And when he entered you—it was not a claim.
It was a devotion.
Slow. Deep. Intimate.
Your breath hitched, your hands clutching his shoulders as he filled you, pressed against you like he belonged there—like he had always belonged there.
You moaned his name—a sin in itself.
And he groaned, burying his face in your neck, voice hoarse. “You feel like salvation.”
Your legs wrapped around his waist. Your nails dug into his skin.
He moved inside you like he was etching himself into your soul.
Like he was writing his name where no god could reach.
You came apart beneath him, crying out, body arching, trembling—and he held you through it, whispering your name, whispering his in return.
Romance.
Your demon.
Your worshipper.
When he followed, his body shook above you, his breath stuttering, golden eyes locked onto yours as he poured himself into you, trembling with the weight of centuries of restraint finally undone.
Afterward, he didn’t leave.
He cradled you in his arms, his clawed hands tracing gentle patterns over your skin.
The others whispered of the chamber beneath the altar.
No one entered it.
Not in years. Not in decades.
Some said it was cursed. Others said it was claimed.
You were sent to clean it.
It was punishment, probably. You had always been too curious, too soft-spoken but unafraid. While the other sisters bowed their heads and averted their eyes when the chapel’s shadows moved too long, you looked straight into the dark and didn’t flinch.
They feared the stories.
You? You wanted to know what was real.
The chamber was cold. Quiet.
Dust hung in the air like ash. The door creaked open behind you, and for a moment, it felt like the silence noticed you.
Then—
A voice. Deep. Smooth. Velvet wrapped in teeth.
“Well, well…”
You froze.
The voice chuckled, low and slow, like the shifting of old stones.
“Did they send you to me, little dove?”
You turned.
And there he was.
Abby.
Not that you knew his name yet—but you felt it. Him. Coiled in the corner like shadow made flesh, skin glowing faint and unnatural under the flickering candlelight. Tall. Broad. Eyes burning gold.
“You’re… real,” you whispered.
His grin bared fang. “Disappointed?”
“No.”
That amused him.
He stepped forward slowly, like a wolf testing the air. “They send children in here sometimes. Ones who’ve sinned, or questioned too much. Most of them cry. You didn’t.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“No,” he said, circling you. “You’re not. And that’s dangerous.”
You turned to follow his movements, your hands trembling—but your gaze never dropped.
“You’re supposed to be holy,” he murmured, stopping behind you. His breath ghosted against your neck. “You wear the cloth. You kneel. You pray. But here you are. In the dark. With a demon.”
Your voice was steady. “God is not afraid of shadows.”
He laughed.
A full, deep, genuine sound. And it shook something loose in the stone beneath your feet.
“I like you,” he said. “You’re either very brave… or very lost.”
You stepped closer.
“Maybe both.”
He began to visit you after that.
When no one else was around. When the halls were quiet and the moon cast silver through stained glass.
He appeared behind you when you swept the chapel. Watched you light candles. Whispered questions in your ear—soft, wrong things that made your knees tremble and your breath quicken.
And always, he grinned.
Because he knew.
He felt it.
The way your heart raced when you lay in bed at night. The way your hands moved under your robe in the dark, quiet, hidden… thinking no one could see.
But he could.
He always could.
And it broke him.
A demon who had slumbered for centuries beneath consecrated ground… now awake and obsessed with the girl in white who pretended to be pure.
It happened one storm-soaked night.
The chapel was empty. Thunder rolling outside like the sky was at war with itself. Rain lashed the stained glass in rhythmic bursts.
You stood near the altar, lighting candles in the dark, your white habit clinging to your body, damp from the mist. The holiness of the moment swallowed you whole.
Until he stepped from the shadows.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured.
You didn’t turn.
“You always say that.”
“This time I mean it.”
And yet—he was already walking toward you.
Your breath caught as he came behind you, towering, heat rolling off his bare chest, his hand ghosting over your waist.
“You don’t even tremble,” he whispered against your ear. “You’re supposed to be pure.”
“I never claimed to be pure,” you said, turning to face him, breath shallow. “Only willing.”
That broke him.
His mouth crashed to yours in a growl, pinning you between his massive body and the stone wall beside the altar. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting you like you weighed nothing, his muscles shifting under your palms—power wrapped in devotion.
You moaned into him, desperate, undone, your legs wrapping around his waist as his cock pressed against your soaked core, barely covered by the fabric of your robes.
“Is this what you want?” he growled. “Your demon pressed against holy stone, fucking you where saints once stood?”
You nodded, wild-eyed. “Yes—Abby, please—”
He didn’t wait.
He tore the robes from your hips, pulled his cock free, and thrust into you in one deep, devastating stroke that made your back arch and your cry echo through the empty chapel.
He moved like he was made to ruin you—hard and slow, then rough and relentless. His mouth traced your neck, your collarbone, whispering how perfect you felt. How he’d waited centuries for someone who didn’t run.
“You’re mine,” he snarled, fucking you against the stone, your nails raking down his back. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” you gasped, legs shaking. “I’ve always been yours—”
And when you came, he felt it—deep, soul-breaking pleasure clenching around him, dragging him down with you into a darkness you no longer feared.
Because you knew the truth now:
There was no heaven that felt like Abby between your thighs.
No sin as sweet as his name on your lips.
summary - you get closer to the saja boys but start to suspect they want to be more than just friends
warning - fem reader, possessive behaviour, sexual tension, swearing, sadistic behaviour
w/c - 7,2K
a/n - ignore how late this chapter is soo much stuff happened, also I love this gif, mystery's just in his own world, pls correct me if there are any mistakes, comments, reblogs and likes are much appreciated, hope you enjoy!
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“Mystery, calm down. You don't want to kill them just yet”.
“But I do, I really fucking do”, he growled, opening his mouth wider to absorb the disgusting soul in front of him.
They didn't deserve mercy.
He wanted to kill them and make them suffer the same way they made you suffer.
When Jinu had asked the humans to follow him, he'd lured them into an empty room where the other Saja Boys were waiting. They then began to slowly, painfully, extract the souls from them, one by one.
None of the boys were doing this out of hunger, in fact, the souls of the balding, old man and porcelain-faced girls were so bitter it felt more like a chore.
No, they were doing this simply for the fun of it.
Hearing them beg and scream for mercy sent a chill down each of the boys' spines. They revelled in the pleasure of making them suffer, knowing this was only the start of their misery for everything they'd done against you.
But unfortunately, Jinu interjected before they went too far. He claimed that they weren't allowed to kill them, yet. If they mysteriously disappeared, where would that lead you? It pained the boys to admit it, but they needed to keep them alive.
Harmoness would surely fail with three out of four members mysteriously disappearing. And your manager disappearing a couple of weeks before the Idol Awards wasn't going to make life any easier for you. Although out of the four, he was definitely the most expendable.
Also, what if you got framed for being linked to their disappearance?
They did frequently mistreat you, so your motives were clear, but they knew your kind heart couldn't bear to do anything like that.
“I have a better way of making them suffer”.
This caught his eye.
Each of the boys turned to look at Jinu, dropping their attention away from the filthy humans in their arms.
Better way of making them suffer? Now that piqued their interest.
“If you're suggesting violence, I have no issue with that”, Abby flaunts, flexing his muscles off, earning him an eye roll from the others. “But I'm not sure about Baby over here, a gust of wind might send him flying. He's too fragile to hurt anyone”.
The maknae responded with a kick to the back of Abby's leg, almost making his legs give out. He's a lot stronger than Abby thought he'd be.
“Better than violence”, Jinu smirked, ”A slow and painful way of ruining their lives”. The idea pleased the others, now that was a plan they were up for.
And so it began.
During the upcoming weeks till the Idol Awards, rather than fully extracting their souls, they would take small parts of it. Not enough to kill them, but enough that their energy would be so drained it would make them walking corpses.
Jinu had even found some loyal fans from the Underworld to help with taking their souls whilst they were busy preparing for the Idol Awards, for the small price of an autograph and a handshake. He was glad he wouldn't have to taste another second of their bitter souls.
Training for the Idol Awards would prove difficult for the other members of Harmoness with the lack of energy they had, and so when they got on stage, it would leave room for (Y/N) to shine like she deserved.
And once their use had run out, they would kill them.
The process was a bit tedious, having to make sure the demon fans wouldn't accidentally kill the humans, but they'd do anything for you if it meant seeing your day get just a bit better.
Their plans with the HUNTR/X had become an inconvenience, for now they only wanted to focus on you. You were the only thing that was important to them.
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The day you were discharged from the infirmary, you went back to your locker to pick up your phone and the gift you were supposed to give the Saja Boys. You let out a frustrated sigh, wondering how stupid you had to be for forgetting to give it to them.
They were right in front of you, (Y/N), you could've told them about your gift.
For now, all you could do was hope you'd see them again soon. You'd spent all those hours pulling an all-nighter and even skipping dinner, just for you to forget about the gift.
Rather than taking it home, you decided to wait a couple of days to see if the Saja Boys would make another appearance in the building. You doubted it, but after your last encounter with them, you were a little more hopeful.
After being trapped in the dance studio, you made sure to keep a close hold of your phone, making sure something like that would never happen again.
As soon as you entered your small, shabby apartment, you fell back onto the bed in exhaustion. You couldn't believe the day you had.
From getting locked in a dance studio to being rescued by the Saja Boys.
It sounded like something from a fairy tale.
But the best part of your day was that note. You dug into your trouser pocket, looking around for the piece of paper you had stored in there.
When you found it, you looked at it and reread the message, the words floating around your head like a globe. No matter what you did, you just couldn't shake the sentence out of your head.
call me don't text I want to hear your voice
Quickly, you grabbed the pillow from under your head and brought it to your face, letting out a loud squeal. The pillow did little to suppress the volume of your screams, but it's the thought that counts.
You still couldn't wrap your head around the idea that someone like Baby would write that for you. It completely contradicted the quiet, adorable self he was known for. But you'd be lying if you said that you didn't find it slightly attractive.
Was he serious about wanting you to call? Did he even want you to contact him?
You thought it over, realizing it was stupid thinking like that, why would he give you his number if he didn't want you contacting him?
Oh my god.
A sudden realization hits you.
He wants to talk to you.
Seconds later, you found the pillow back in your face, and another screeching sound coming from your lips, your feet kicking off the bed in joy. It was crazy even thinking about it, but it was true. Baby wanted to talk to you.
Suddenly, your mind went blank, and you quickly shot out of your bed. You grabbed your phone from your desk and immediately started typing up the numbers on the note.
You had to call him now, or you may never find the courage to do it again.
Once you finished inserting the numbers, you quickly fixed up your hair on instinct and cleared your throat. It felt like you were about to meet him again for the first time. The way you met Baby and the other Saja Boys was completely out of your control, but this time things were different. Now, you had the choice to talk to him.
But because you were in control, you started to worry. A brief moment of hesitation hit you, and you felt your heart quickly beating against your chest. You were never very good when it came to phone calls.
Something about the painstakingly long seconds that it took for someone to answer, or the lack of visuals you had of the other person just frightened you.
Standing in front of thousands of fans, singing high notes, and performing complex dance moves was fine, no pressure.
But a phone call with Baby of all people.
You breathed out before you could panic anymore. Without thinking, you shut your eyes and swallowed down your anxiety, before pressing the call button.
Immediate regret started to set in, and you quickly moved your finger towards the red button to hang up, but the screen quickly changed, showing the person on the other end had picked up.
You froze.
You hadn't prepared for what to say.
For a while the call was filled with the awkward sound of pure silence, so silent you could hear a pin drop. You were silently hoping that you’d dialled the wrong number or that he'd just hang up, thinking it was a prank call.
"You called me like I asked, good girl".
He knew it was you.
How did he know?
“I knew you'd call me, doll”.
A soft giggle escaped you, amused at how he seemingly knew your every thought. Already, your nerves were washing away just after hearing him speak. It's as though his voice, or just his presence was enough to make you feel just a bit better.
You felt the same way with all the boys, each one making you feel so safe. Even though you just met them, you felt that as long as they were around, nothing would happen to you.
“I didn't call you at a bad time, did I?”
“If you're calling, then no”.
It was hard getting used to Baby's flirty personality, so you were glad that he couldn't see your blushing face through the phone.
“Have you eaten yet?” he asked, his voice holding traces of concern, most likely because of today's earlier events. You found it sweet how worried he was, and your mind wandered back to when he'd gotten all those snacks for you. He really didn't have to do that, but he did.
You definitely weren't planning on wasting all that food, so you left some in your locker and took the rest home. There wasn't much food in your apartment, so you were really thankful to Baby.
He was definitely the ‘actions speak louder than words’ kind of guy. You could tell that he wasn't fond of talking too much, so you could understand why he'd be like that.
“I just came back home, so not yet”.
“Make sure to eat a lot. Fuck that diet.” His voice held so much malice that you would've assumed he were a victim of it.
“The food you gave me will make sure of that”, you laugh, hearing a small chuckle on the other side of the phone.
“And make sure to sleep early this time, (Y/N)”.
Before you could respond, you heard a loud scream in the background, and the sounds of feet rushing towards you. You moved the phone away from you to check if it was coming from near you, but it wasn't.
When you put the phone back to your ear, you could hear your name being called out.
“(Y/N), (Y/N) IS THAT YOU?!”
More shuffling occurred, and you could only assume it was one of the other members of the Saja Boys. They must've heard Baby talking to you and wanted to speak to you too. The thought made your heart beat just a bit faster, it felt really good to be wanted.
“Baby, how could you call (Y/N) without me?” Now that the voice was closer to you, you knew it was Romance talking.
His attention turned back to you, his previous frustrated voice switching to a sweet, comforting one, “(Y/N), my princess, how are you? You should add me too, my number is -”
“(Y/N), we’re going to go”, Baby interrupted, seeming frustrated by Romance's presence. You were about to respond till you heard even more arguing, something about not letting Romance speak to you.
A bunch of shouting and swearing was heard, before eventually the call came to a stop. He'd hung up.
Oh
It was a chaotic way to end things, but it was so much better than the terrible scenarios you'd made up. You made sure to add Baby to your contacts and send him a quick goodnight message.
You laid back on the bed, still unsure if all of this was real. You could only imagine what's more to come.
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Ever since that day, things have gotten stranger than ever.
Hojin and your group members were constantly out of energy. You mentally prepared yourself before seeing them the day after the Saja Boys came over, but to your surprise, they were just in their own world. Staring off into space, and even bumping into each other.
It was an uncanny resemblance to zombies, which was strange considering how fussy they were with their image.
Except maybe Hojin.
During practice, they would hardly put any effort into their dancing and would even forget some of their lines. Your dance instructor didn't usually hold any bias towards any of the members, but due to recent developments, you had become her favourite.
“Thank you, (Y/N), for still being your usual self. Not sure what's gotten into the others, but I'm glad to see you're still the same”, she praised, although her eyes held some frustration, most likely directed towards your members.
They were usually so good, so what changed? She thought.
You gave a small smile and nodded in response, “Maybe they're just a bit stressed about the awards coming up”. Honestly, you highly doubted that, considering they never got stressed about anything, but you hoped your dance instructor would be a bit more understanding.
Even though you knew they'd enjoy talking bad about you if you were in this situation, you didn't care. You wouldn't stoop to their level.
When you went back to your locker to get changed, you saw the gift bag, tucked away safely at the bottom. You let out a small sigh before picking it up and putting it in your backpack, realizing it had been there too long and it was just taking up space.
You didn't want to explicitly ask Baby if they could meet up to give him the gifts since you didn't want to intrude on his busy schedule or make him feel pressured to meet with you if he didn't want to.
As you were walking to the entrance of the building, you could see the people leaving with you taking out umbrellas and zipping up their coats.
You mentally groaned, silently cursing the weatherman for his far-off facts.
“Clear skies all day”, he said.
That day you were wearing your favorite oversized sweater with some baggy pants. That was it. No hood, no coat, no umbrella.
You would've called a taxi if you didn't live so far away from the company building. Since it was in a popular area, the apartments around it were all really expensive. Your only option was to live in a shabby apartment, in a shady neighborhood, an hour away from the company building.
The last time you got a taxi, due to a similar situation with the snow, it ended with you being forced to live off of stale bread for the next couple of weeks.
You let out a breath, tightly holding onto your backpack straps, and mentally prepared yourself before entering the storm (literally and figuratively). The bus stop was ten minutes away from the building, so you could only pray the storm would magically clear in the meantime.
Dance practice had been extended a couple of hours due to the other members, meaning it was very late, and you knew the last bus would be showing up in less than fifteen minutes. You had to take this bus or you wouldn't be getting home tonight, unless you planned on walking a couple of hours in the pouring rain.
Once you got closer to the exit, you found that you could barely see anything outside. The surroundings were fully grey, covered up by the rain.
Shit.
You let out a shaky breath before offering a silent prayer to yourself and making a run for it.
The weight of the raindrops towered over you, and your vision was heavily blocked, leaving you constantly bumping into people.
This was absolute torture.
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You didn't know how long you were walking for, but you knew you weren't anywhere near the bus stop.
It shouldn't have taken this long to get there, but when you accidentally slipped on a puddle, much to your embarrassment, your movements ended up slowing down significantly due to both your knees being scratched up. So you had to start limping to the bus stop.
With every step you took you could feel the water running around your shoe, as though it was trapped there. And your clothes were soaked all the way to your undergarments, making them stick to you uncomfortably.
Despite all that, you just prayed the gift in your backpack was at least somewhat salvageable. Good thing your backpack was waterproof, so there was some hope.
The storm hadn't let out like you thought it would, and since you couldn't miss the bus, you just had to keep going. You were freezing cold, and you knew this was going to bite you back once you finally got home. At least you wouldn't have to deal with everyone's strange behavior since you were most likely going to be bedridden for the next couple of days.
Once you looked up, you could see it.
The bus stop.
You beamed in joy, finally something good!
But to your horror, you could see the bus already there.
And you were a street away from it.
Pulling through the pain coming from your legs, you ran as fast as your aching legs could take you. You stumbled a couple of times in the process, your legs feeling like a block of ice.
When you saw the bus starting to move, you started screaming at it to wait. The volume of the rain overtook yours, leaving the bus to speed off without you.
All you could do was stand there miserably in the pouring rain. Now there really was no hope of getting home.
Whilst you were walking back in sorrow, you could see a car fast approach you, and you mentally prepared yourself to get drowned in muddy water, but you soon heard it come to a halt right next to you.
It should've been slightly reassuring, but it did the opposite. Because of the time, the sky was pitch black, and not a single soul was around because of the rain.
This was the perfect opportunity to kidnap someone.
You started backing away from the car, preparing to run in case someone tried to snatch you. Even though you knew you wouldn't get very far, it was still worth trying.
“Love, is that you?”
You turned your head at the familiar voice and saw Abby looking at you through the open car window. Once you made eye contact with him, he bolted out the car and rushed to your side, scooping you up in his arms and dragging you to the passenger seat of his car.
It all happened so fast, you barely had time to process it.
Did you just get kidnapped by Abby?
You turned to look at him and saw him rummaging around, looking for something in a panic.
“Abby, what-”
“Ah, found it, here”, he exclaimed , pulling out some tissues and wiping you down with them. You were too flustered to speak, so you just sat there frozen in place. His face was inches away from yours as he moved the tissues in random places on your body.
Up your arms, across your face, along your thighs. With every little touch, you felt yourself squirming more and more.
The barrier of the tissue did little to block the feeling of his hands. Despite being freezing cold moments ago, you felt your body warm up rapidly.
As his hands were trailing across your thighs, almost in a tauntingly seductive way, you couldn't help but notice the bulging veins spread across his hands. Along with that, his fingers were adorned with several rings of different shapes and sizes, in an almost random pattern. The sight let off a desire in you you didn't known you had.
“You see something you like?” he teased, lifting his head up from your lap to look at you with a smirk. Quickly, you shook your head and looked off to the side, embarrassed at being caught. You could hear the sweet sound of his laughter, and he took his hands off your body, leaving you slightly disappointed.
“I don't have any towels, so that's the best I can do, but I'll turn on the heating for you”, he says and does just that. As you were about to thank him, he interrupted you, his face expression changing.
“What were you thinking, being out there in this weather? And at this time of night? Something could've happened to you!” Even though you could see how worried he was, it still upset you, seeing him so mad at you.
You looked down at your lap with guilt and mumbled out an apology, “I needed to get home, and the bus was my only option. Sorry for troubling you...”
There were a couple of moments of silence between the two of you, so you mustered up the courage to look up at him. His eyes had softened , and he was staring down at you.
“When I saw you out there”, he began, “When I saw you, I was just praying it wasn't you. I'm sorry for getting mad, I just…got so scared”.
Since never seen such a vulnerable side to Abby before, you could tell he was being genuine. You knew his emotions came from a good place.
Your hand reached his, and you squeezed it lightly as a way of accepting his apology. Perhaps him touching you so intimately boosted your confidence, since you weren't sure where your newfound confidence came from.
Rather than letting go like you thought he would, he gripped it tighter and put both his and your hand on your thigh, reassuringly. Before you could question it, he started driving again.
“We shouldn't waste any more time, you're coming home with me”, he said firmly, his left hand on the driver's seat, his right hand laid comfortably on your thigh.
For a moment, your mind hadn't processed his words, too distracted by the hand on your thigh.
“Wait, what, your house? But why? You can just drop me off somewhere and I can wait till the storm stops, or just at my apartment”.
Abby gave you a look of disapproval before looking at the road again, “That was the last bus of the day, did you plan to stay out here all night?”
Your silence answered his question, so he continued.
“You're soaking wet and injured, what kind of monster would I be if I abandoned you like this? I'm taking you to my house to at least dry off”.
Knowing there was no arguing with him, you sat there, a warm smile brushed your cheeks as you thought back to a couple of days ago.
“Thank you for this, Abby. It's funny, I remember you saving me in the dance studio as well”, you laughed, finding the coincidence both strange and amusing. “You must be sick of saving me by now”.
“Never”.
The squeeze on your thigh brought your attention back to Abby's face, his eyes full of confidence. He was still facing the road, but you knew his words were directed solely at you. “I'll always be there to protect you, I'd never get sick of you”.
You could feel your cheeks warm up, and you couldn't help but feel somewhat special. Somehow, the members of the Saja Boys were slightly protective of you. You didn't know how common that was, but you doubt it was all that normal, so you couldn't help the feeling that you were special.
And it felt good.
Being special to someone was being irreplaceable to them. It was a wonderful, safe feeling. Whenever you thought of the boys, you thought of that feeling, so you knew Abby's words were true. You knew he'd always protect you.
You knew because you could feel it.
“I never did ask, how did you end up hurting yourself?” Abby asks, breaking the silence.
“I slipped on a puddle”, you reply casually.
“Silly girl”.
Despite his teasing words, he rubbed your hand to comfort you. You gave him a small smile and leaned against the window, taking in the peaceful silence between you.
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“We're almost there”, Abby says, and you wake up from your daydreaming to take a look at your surroundings. You began to gawk at the rows of mansions you passed, realizing you were in a rich neighborhood. A lot of celebrities probably lived around here.
“Right there is where I live”, he brags, pointing to the mansion you were approaching. It was one of the biggest in the neighbourhood, and was pretty much just like all the others, aside from the abundance of all kinds of flowers and roses.
“You live there, all by yourself?”. You couldn't believe it, you get that he was famous, but wasn't this a bit excessive?
“Nah, of course not. I live with the rest of the Saja Boys”, he says casually and drives past the gates and into the parking spot near the entrance. You could see several other parked cars besides the one you were in.
If all the members lived together, then the flowers must've been Romance's doing, you thought, knowing how much he loves flowers.
You admired how close all the members were, so much that they would live together. It was so sweet, they were all like a family.
After admiring their lavish cars, you’d come to a quick realization. If the cars are here, than that means that the rest of the Saja Boys are in the house too.
You mentally groaned. It was already embarrassing Abby seeing you drenched in the rain, but all the members?
The embarrassment was too much to even think about.
The feeling of a jacket wrapping around your shoulders brought your attention back to the boy next to you. He gave you a comforting smile before opening the door next to him, “Even though the distance isn't far, I don't want you getting any more wet than you already are”.
You held the jacket closer to you, feeling Abby's warmth spread across you, almost as though it were his arms wrapping around you. Due to his size, the jacket encompassed you in a way that made you feel much smaller compared to his stature.
The door next to you opened, and you saw Abby holding out a hand for you, the other was above his head, attempting to block some of the rain from coming down on him. You quickly grabbed your backpack and took his hand, ignoring the sparks that came from the contact.
Suddenly, you felt the ground below you move further away. Abby had picked you up with just one arm and rushed towards the front door.
Once you were both inside, he put you down gently, being mindful of your injury. You could tell he really liked carrying you for some reason. Already, you could feel the warm air of the home enter your body, and you hummed in pleasure, it felt good to be warm again.
Turning to Abby, you could see him staring at you, his eyes holding a warm look, and you couldn't help but share the same look back. You both stayed like that for a while before being interrupted by a familiar voice.
“You're back already, Abby. Did you bring any human so-” Jinu quickly paused once he took a look at you, his eyes quickly became panicked when he saw the state you were in.
“(Y/N), darling, what happened to you?” He rushed towards you, his hands cupping your cheeks and inspecting the rest of your body with a worried expression.
Hearing the commotion, the other members slowly started coming in. Since demons didn't need sleep, they were all awake, waiting for Abby to come back to start planning for the Idol Awards.
They expected only Abby to be at the door, but instead, they also saw you, dressed in damp clothes and standing in a puddle of water. Your hair was sticking to your skin, and despite the situation, they thought you looked ethereal.
Your face was planted between Jinu’s hands, and you found yourself unconsciously rubbing your cheeks into them, like a cat. Almost purring at how warm his large hands felt.
Like lying on a hot water bottle, you thought.
“Darling?” Jinu speaks up, and you look up, seeing him amused by your actions, but still concerned. Each of the boys started surrounding you, bombarding you with questions.
“Why are you so wet?”
“What happened, angel?”
“Princess, your legs... what happened to them?”
You were so overwhelmed with the questions that you didn't know what to say or who to answer first. Luckily, Abby noticed and stepped in to help.
“Alright, alright, leave the poor girl alone”, he commands, wrapping his arm around you and pushing the others away, giving you some space. The others glared at him for taking you away from them, but they understood. You looked a lot less stressed once you were away from the crowd.
“I'll explain everything later, because someone needs to dry off”, Abby says, looking down at you and dragging you towards his room.
“I can carry you if you want”.
You smile and politely decline, seeing his shirt a bit wet from picking you up. If he got any wetter, he might end up catching a cold.
Along the way, you could see just how big the mansion was from the inside. The decor was a beautiful mixture of modern Western and traditional Korean interior design.
It was such a refreshingly unique take that you couldn't help but stare at everything as you passed. Since your eyes went everywhere but the figure holding you, you hadn't noticed the way he stared at you, so fondly and with so much love.
It hurt Abby so much to see you like that in the rain. He’d noticed you slightly limping and didn't hesitate to carry you to the car. It slightly upset him when you said you didn't want him carrying you to his room. To him, you weighed almost nothing, so why wouldn’t he carry you?
After a while, Abby came to a stop, and you could see that you were in front of a door. “Welcome to my room”, he announces, before opening it.
The first thing you noticed was the size of his room, it was probably the size of your entire apartment. And it was a lot cleaner than you thought it'd be, but still had a touch of his unique personality etched into it.
Some workout equipment in one corner, a PC set up in the other, and a large TV in front of the bed.
“Alright, love, enough looking, we need you dried off”. Abby starts grabbing some stuff out the cupboard and starts throwing them to you.
“What's this for?” you questioned, holding up the clothes in front of you to inspect. An oversized sweater and some baggy pants. Although on Abby, it was probably just a regular size. He then threw a pair of clean boxers and a towel your way.
“Clothes for you, can't have you walking around in wet clothes. It was the smallest I could find, so it might be a bit big on you”, Abby says and walks you towards what you assumed is the bathroom.
“Whilst you have a shower, I'll take that bag of yours”, he holds out his hand for the bag. You looked down at it, wondering if you should tell him about the contents inside or just leave it. You couldn't possibly hand him and the others a wet gift, even if you did work so hard on it.
Seeing your unsure expression, he put his hand on your shoulder instead, “What's wrong, love? You don't have to give it to me if you don't wanna. Just wanted to dry it off for you”.
Hearing him concerned for you gave you the confidence you needed to tell him the truth.
“Before I'd met you, I had gifts for each of you, but the rain might've gotten to it”, you grimaced, looking up at him with guilt. “It's probably all wet, so I'll just take it back, so forg-”.
You were interrupted by Abby suddenly grabbing the bag and taking it from your hands. When you were about to protest, he lightly pushed you into the bathroom and shut the door.
“Abby, what are you doing?” You tried opening the door, but it wouldn't move. He must've been holding onto it so you wouldn't leave.
“Love, don't worry, we'll take this off your hands. Just have a shower, don't stress. There's a basket in there for your clothes and some slippers for your feet”.
Honestly, you were too tired to argue back, so you headed towards the shower, although not without admiring the expensive-looking interior of the bathroom.
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“Who does he think he is, taking her away from me?” Baby grumbled, mindlessly switching the channels on the TV.
The other boys surrounding him shared his mindset. They'd hardly gotten the chance to speak with you, and suddenly Abby just steals you away from them.
It pissed them off to no end. What made him so special?
Abby came back, his cheeks were slightly red, and in his hands was (Y/N)’s bag. He'd been so pushy with you getting in the shower because he didn't want you seeing how red his face became when you told him about the gift.
When it came to you, he felt so vulnerable, and something about that vulnerability scared him since he was so used to having this tough exterior everyone wanted him to have.
The boys on the sofa all jumped up, waiting for (Y/N) to appear behind him.
“It's just me, sorry about that”, Abby apologizes, rubbing his hand behind his neck. They all plopped back down onto the sofa in disappointment, why did it have to be him and not (Y/N)?
“Abby, what happened to her? How come she's soaking wet and injured?” Jinu interrogates, annoyed that he had to wait so long for an explanation.
All of the boy's attention was now focused on Abby as he sat down on the floor in front of them. They could see he looked slightly frustrated, his hand brushing through his hair. Honestly, he didn't know where to start.
“When I was driving, I saw her, and shit, she was drenched and limping. Apparently she had to take the bus to get home, but fell on her way. Damn it, why didn't she call us?”
He felt frustrated, not at you, but at himself. He blamed himself for not coming to you in time, despite there being no way he could've known. Abby didn't want to imagine what would've happened if he hadn't noticed you.
He'd make sure to never let something like that happen ever again.
Looking around, he could see the others feeling just as guilty. “Where is she now?” Mystery asked, his head down in worry.
“In the shower”. Abby looked towards the direction of his room, wondering if you'd be alright on your own.
“And why have you got her bag with you?” Romance questions, drawing everyone’s attention to it.
Abby opened the bag and started taking the gift bag out, explaining how you made it for them. Luckily for you, only some of the gifts had gotten wet as one of the zips hadn't been fully closed.
Jinu sat on the floor with Abby to inspect the gifts. He read the labels planted on each gift and started handing them out to each of the members.
The room went silent as they admired their gifts, carefully taking in the thought you put into them. Only did they finally look up once they heard the sounds of soft padding across the ground.
The boys turned towards the door and saw you standing there, panting slightly and holding the wall for support. The pain in your knees had increased with the amount you had been standing, so walking had become a struggle.
When you finished with the shower, you couldn't find Abby, so you figured you'd look for him and the others. Once their eyes landed on you, they couldn't help but coo at the sight of you drowning in Abby's clothes.
The sleeves of the sweater he gave you had moved past your fingertips and had trailed all the way down to your knees. The pants had also reached down to your feet, covering them completely. You looked so small with those clothes, and a wave of protectiveness washed over them. The feeling of needing to keep you safe from the world hit them hard.
Mystery got up from his place on the sofa and moved towards you quickly. You started to panic slightly, confused as to why he was moving so fast. Carefully, he grabbed you in his arms and brought you towards the sofa. He ended up on the floor with Jinu and Abby, leaving you sitting between Baby and Romance.
You hadn't expected Mystery to be strong enough to even do that, so it definitely took you by surprise. Although considering they were all demons, they could carry you, easily.
“Thank you..”, you mumble, a bit shy from the way the boys were staring at you. When you started to look around, you could see each of the boys holding the gifts you made for them and you let out a gasp.
“Those gifts”.
“You got these for us?” asks Baby, still slightly taken aback at your thoughtfulness.
You gave a shy nod, embarrassed that they were seeing the old gifts. It felt fine before, but after becoming friends with the Saja Boys, it felt a bit out of place, but still, you hoped they liked it.
“You don't have to take them, I know they aren't very good and some things might've gotten a bit wet. I was going to give them to you ages ago but..” You stopped once you saw them lost in thought, staring solemnly at the gifts.
Jinu was holding the cat plushie you had handmade for him. You got the idea from looking at clips of him randomly petting strays he found on the street. Since you wanted to make it more special, you thought it'd be better to just make it for him. Even though some water ended up getting to it, he still held it in his arms warmly.
For Abby, you knew he liked working out, but it was a bit of an unknown fact that he secretly had a big sweet tooth. So the night before the tour you baked him some cookies, but by now it was definitely a bit stale. You were glad the container they were held in protected the cookies from any rain though.
Mystery hardly spoke during interviews or fan sign events, but you knew exactly what to get him. You knew that Mystery enjoyed wearing all kinds of jewelry, specifically earrings, so you went out and bought a pair for him. Along with that, you made him a handmade bracelet with some beads and charms.
It was a known fact that Baby loved spicy food, evident from his time on Play Games With Us. So you bought him his favourite spicy crisps, some Buldak noodles, and even some hot sauce. Although you didn't want to get him just that, so you made him a beaded phone charm, using the same beads you used for Mystery’s bracelet.
Romance loved roses, something he'd often say in his interviews. For a while, you were considering buying him real roses, despite knowing your wallet couldn't handle it. But after some consideration you thought, why not just make them? It'd make it more special too. Out of all the gifts his took the longest to craft, especially as it had been your first time with origami. Since, you wanted it to be perfect it took a lot of trial and error.
You almost cried once you saw the state of the flowers. Because of the rain, the paper roses you crafted were slowly crumbling apart, and one of the flowers had even come off its stem. But still, he held it in his hands tightly, afraid of losing something that he knew took you so long to make. He just couldn't believe you'd spend so long on something like this, despite never even meeting him.
You were pretty upset about Romance and Jinu’s gifts that you started to profusely apologize. “You really don't have to take them, it's all wet, you can just throw them in the bin”.
A warm laughter coming from Romance interrupted your rambling, and everyone turned their attention to him. You sat there confused.
Did you say something funny?
It wasn't until he placed the flowers on the floor and got up did you say something. Even the others didn't know what was going on.
“Romance, I-”, you were interrupted when Romance bent down to your level, grabbed your chin, and brought your lips together. Your eyes widened, and your body froze in place. The contact between you two had completely silenced you.
Romance adamantly released the kiss once he felt no air coming from you. It amused him, seeing you so taken aback that you’d forgotten to breathe, “wake up, princess. Don't want you dying on me”, he chuckled and started walking away, leaving you staring into space in shock.
Did that just happen?
“What the fuck, Romance?” Abby shouts, getting up from his spot on the ground. The rest of the boys did the same, all shouting at him from the living room, but your mind had tuned out the sounds.
The feeling of his chapped lips, delicately pressed against yours. The feeling of his warm breath fanning across your lips. The way he pulled you in, trapping you in a momentary ecstasy.
It felt heavenly.
Still, you couldn't believe it was real.
Was this real?
Jinu was about to go after him, but Romance quickly returned holding a hair dryer and a med kit for you. “I had to thank our dear (Y/N) somehow”, he taunts, which is met with more angry protests from the others.
“Oh, come on, guys, you're just jealous I did it first”. That brought you back, why would they be jealous?
You turned to look at the members and saw their heads facing down. Silence filled the room until Baby went up to Romance and yanked the hair dryer out of his hands.
“Let's just do this”, he grumbled and moved towards you, the others sitting back down.
You sat there confused, why didn't anyone say no?
Were they too embarrassed, or was it that they really did want to kiss you?
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a/n - i must've been ovulating whilst writing that car scene cus woah, I tried tagging more ppl but it wouldn't let me I think the word count is too high, really sorry if u didn't get tagged
Took another try at a @rickybabyboy model, mostly happy with it but I'll probably redo the texture with a tablet (texture painting by touchpad isn't great) and give it a skeleton for animation at a later point
IDs: Two low res renders of a 3D model of an orange and white cat from the left and right sides
// DATE // 18th of July 2025 → 25th of July 2025
// PAIRING // Huntr/x x Fem!Reader x Saja Boys
// WARNING // Panic, shut down, use of ‘good girl’, smut, first time writing a lesbian scene, fluffy
// WORDS // 3.2k+
// SUMMARY // After a quiet dinner, Y/n surprises the group with a homemade cake, using the moment to express her gratitude for their support and kindness. But the warmth quickly shatters when Jaewon messages again. The group quickly rallies around her, offering protection and comfort. That night, Zoey stays by her side, doing everything she can to help Y/n feel safe, cherished, and grounded again.
// Previous // Part Eight // Next //
Dinner was spend quietly. They had ordered take out, somehow managing to get me some of my favorite dishes.
Little did she know, that Baby had been through her entire phone to try and find what she liked most.
Everyone enjoying their food after a long day of working. My legs had actually gotten really tired from walking around and standing in the kitchen for a few hours to make the cake.
After dinner, they all sat down in the living room. “Okay, nobody look at the kitchen,” I pointed at them, with a pointed look on my face. Waiting for each to nod before I swiftly went back to the kitchen.
They talked amongst themselves while I placed eight desert plates down. Taking the cake out of the fridge, hiding it with my body the best I could. I cut the cake, put a slice on each plate and found some desert forks.
“Close your eyes and hold your hands out,” I tell them as I walk over with three plates. I check first before giving the first plate to Mystery. “Keep them closed,” I tell him, not that I could see if he even had his eyes closed to begin with. Next I handed one to Zoey and Baby. Grabbing another three I hand them to Jinu, Rumi and Abby, then the last two to Mira and Romance. “Okay, open,” I stand in front of them by the coffee table. My hands clasped together. I bite my lip nervously, hoping they’ll like it.
The cake looked mouthwatering. Just looking at it made me nervous, cause what if it didn’t live up to its expectations.
They could not believe Y/n went as far as to make a Korean Strawberry short cake. Sure they had watched the whole process, but it didn’t stop them from being surprised and impressed. Romance looked like he didn’t even want to touch it, like it was too pretty to eat.
“I just…” I began, my voice smaller than I wanted it to be, “wanted to thank you.” My fingers twisted into the hem of my sleeve. “For helping me at the Kpop Rising Star Awards, for taking me in…” My eyes stayed glued to the table. “I don’t deserve your kindness, but I’m so incredibly grateful.”
Before I could overthink what I said, Romance placed his plate on the table and pulled me into his chest. My eyes widened, but I didn’t pull away. I let him hold me.
“You had our support before we even knew who you were,” he murmured, a warm hand cradling the back of my head.
“He’s right,” Mira said from the couch. Her tone was serious, but there was so much truth in her voice.
“We’ve wanted to find the person behind that beautiful voice ever since we heard the demo,” Jinu added, his words steady, sincere.
“The raw, unedited emotion in your voice…” Zoey’s words were softer, and I turned just enough to see her set her cake down. Then she stepped into the hug too. “No one sings like that unless they’ve lived it.”
“Really?” I asked, muffled into Romance’s shirt. I didn’t even know why I asked. It just slipped out.
“Yes, really,” Rumi chuckles softly.
“Now that we’ve met you, we’re not letting you go,” Baby said. His voice was teasing, but something about it felt serious. Too serious. My face flushed, but I kept quiet. That was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. And I had no idea they meant it in more ways than I could possibly understand.
I pulled back and gave them a soft “thank you” before Romance guided me toward the couch. I moved to sit beside him, but he had other plans. Pulling me right into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. I squeaked a little, but didn’t resist. Mira handed him his plate without a word.
“Where is your piece?” Abby asks mid bite.
I shook my head with a smile. “I don’t need one. It’s for you guys.”
“Unacceptable,” Mystery cut in quickly, almost offended. “You need to taste how good this is.” He took another bite, letting out an actual moan that turned my cheeks pink all over again.
“Well, I’m glad you like it,” I said, biting back a shy smile. That smile leaves the others with flutters in their chests.
“Ah,” Romance said suddenly, holding out a forkful of cake with a strawberry on top. I didn’t even think. I just opened my mouth. So obedient. I didn’t expect the bite to be that good. I actually let out a soft moan before I could stop it, melting right there in his lap. The frosting. The fruit. The sponge. Everything tasted perfect.
But then my phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Four times total. Romance’s arms tightened around me as we both looked down. My chest tightened when I saw the sender. The sweet moment shattered like glass.
Jaewon
So, how is unemployment treating you?
Was at your dorm today
Still smells like you
Just sad I wasn’t able to see your frightened face one more time.
“What is wrong with him,” he couldn’t stop himself from saying. My body goes rigid, a silent panic tearing through me as the weight of his eyes settles behind mine. Like a shadow crawling up my spine. I sink further into Romance’s hold, the only thing keeping me grounded. Mira gently takes my phone from my hand. I don't stop her. I can’t.
Her eyes scan the screen before she shakes her head with a quiet, sharp frustration. “This has to stop,” she mutters, her grip on the phone tighter than I’ve ever seen.
“It will,” Baby says, and everyone seems to understand the depth of his promise. Everyone except me. “I’ll set up your new phone,” he adds. “With the sim Honmoon provided with the contract.”
“Thank you,” I murmur, barely louder than a whisper. My voice doesn’t even sound like mine. Too distant. Rumi is surprised she isn’t showing any of her past panic attack symptoms. She assumes Romance’s embrace must really help her right now. “Is it okay if I got to bed?”
“Of course,” Abby says, as if he would ever deny her. Zoey suddenly stuffs the rest of her cake into her mouth and stands.
“I’ll come with you,” I miss the way Rumi smirks at her words, knowing exactly why she wanted to join her. Romance presses a kiss to my cheek before helping me up, his touch lingering. One by one, the others do the same. Warm kisses to my cheek. Gentle fingers brushing my arms. I cling to the calm they offer, let it wrap around me. Zoey takes my hand, and I follow her upstairs, half-dazed. My heartbeat finally slowing, but the ache in my chest still lingers.
In her room Zoey makes her sit on the bed while she heads for the closet. Brining over some pajama shorts and a tank top.
“Let’s change,” her voice is extremely gentle. She’s barely there but nods in response. Taking of her clothes and again letting Zoey dress her. Not even bothered by being topless in front of her for a few seconds. It doesn’t belong on her face and she never wants her to shut down like this again. Especially when it’s caused by Jaewon. “Don’t listen to him,” she kneels before her, hands on her knees for comfort. “He will never talk to you again, we will make sure of it.”
“Thank you,” she grabs her hands, squeezing. Zoey gets up, pecking her forehead.
“I can stay if you want,” she just nods, so Zoey moves her to get under the covers before swiftly undressing herself. Leaving herself in her underwear and tank top. Not wanting to leave her alone for a second, she doesn’t bother getting her own pajamas.
Sliding under the warm covers, Zoey gently pulls Y/n into her embrace. Almost desperately, Y/n's hands wrap around Zoey, a contented sigh escaping her lips as the space between them disappears entirely. Despite the closeness, Y/n remains somewhat tense, her body not fully relaxing. And that simply would not do, so Zoey did the one thing she thought would bring her Y/n back.
Y/n is only about an inch shorter than Zoey, which allows Zoey to nestle her face comfortably into the curve of Y/n's neck. She begins with a gentle peck, testing the waters, but there's no immediate reaction. Two more in different places. A stuttered intake of air. A mischievous smirk plays on Zoey’s lips. Continuing trailing soft, tickling kisses across Y/n’s neck. Occasionally, she playfully darts her tongue out, adding an unexpected tease to the mix. A muffled mewl slips from Y/n’s lips, a rosy flush crawling up her neck. Settling on her cheeks. But Zoey doesn’t stop. Her kisses moving upwards, tracing a delicate path along Y/n's jawline before finally landing tenderly at the corner of her lips.
Pulling away she stares at the flushed girl before her. “There is my Gwiyomi,”her voice is almost sultry. A shy smile begins to form on Y/n’s lips at her words, a soft blush painting her cheeks. “Want me to keep you distracted?” Zoey asks, her eyes glinting with mischief. Without a moment's hesitation, Y/n nods, and Zoey dives in for a well-deserved kiss. Unlike the time with Rumi, Y/n doesn't freeze. Instead, she melts into the moment, moving her lips in sync with Zoey’s. Her hands clinging to the fabric of Zoey’s tank top.
Zoey’s hands slither over Y/n’s body with a possessive grip. One hand grips her hip tightly, the heat of her palm seeping through the thin material, while the other hand clasps onto her thigh, guiding it across her own. Once placed where she wants it the hand slides up, squeezing her right cheek. Drawing a gasp from Y/n.
All the while their kiss turns just shy of desperate. Y/n had moved her hands, one cradling Zoey’s face while the others pulls her impossibly closer by her shoulders. The press of their chests together felt intimate and comforting.
“More…” it comes out between short intakes of breath. Zoey pushes her onto her back which sends an electric pang to her chest. Her eyes widen slightly, a fleeting thought of misunderstanding flitting through her mind, ready to apologize. But the words never form as Zoey’s lips begin trailing a line of wet, tender kisses down her neck, stopping at the top of her tank top. Her fingers slip under the hem pulling the top up until it’s fully off.
Before Y/n can shy away Zoey’s lips are back on her skin, worshipping every inch. Y/n muffles the sounds escaping her lips by covering her lips with her arm. Eyes half lidded as she follows Zoey’s movement. Her kisses travel downward, slow and deliberate. Her breath hitches the lower she gets.
“Let me hear you,” the way Zoey stares at her makes her nod and remove her arm. “Good girl,” getting up on her knees between her legs the blanket falls off her shoulders, bunching at her legs. Leaning forward she cups Y/n’s face, placing the gentlest of pecks on her lips. A loving look in her eyes that makes her melt.
Pulling away Zoey takes her own tank top off. Y/n can’t stop herself from reaching out. Hands landing on Zoey’s smooth waist, slowly moving upwards hesitantly. Zoey smirks taking Y/n’s hands, placing them exactly where they were wandering to. She bites her lip shyly, nervously. Hands stiff and unmoving, eyes flickering between left and right. While she had always admired girls and was absolutely up for grabs for both teams. She had never actually been with a girl. To say she was nervous was an understatement. She didn’t want to mess anything up. Zoey giggles at her stiffness. Closing the distance she pecks her lips.
“Sorry I-” Zoey shushes her gently.
“It’s okay,” her voice sweet, sincere, peppering her face with pecks. “You’re doing great,” nodding at the praise she keeps letting Zoey take the lead. She looks the nervous wreck over, making sure she still wants to do this. Laying down on top of her, giving her the gentle pressure that always calms her down. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to-”
“No, no! I want to,” she’s almost embarrassed with how quick she disagrees. Shaking her head.
“Alright, we’ll take it slow,” she says a sweet smile on her lips. “Let’s focus on you today,” that makes her eyes widen, surprise in her eyes.
Focus on me? That’s a thing?
Zoey notices the surprise but decides to talk about it another time. Connecting their lips in a tender kiss. It’s soft, sweet, caring. She pours all her want and need into it.
Pulling herself up a bit, she begins the trail of kisses again. Slowly making her way down the soft skin of her obsession. Her hands caress her waist as she makes her way down, leaving a kiss on each breast. Then taking the right nipple into her mouth, earning a surprised gasp from the girl. High pitched, sending a twitch straight to her core.
One of her hands, slides up from her waist, to play with her other nipple. Doing the same thing as her tongue. Flicking her nipples, with my tongue and finger circling them teasingly. Drawing more and more mewls from her. Sucking on one, tugging the other, her body shook with delicious shudders. Legs moving like she was trying to get friction from something, anything.
She switched to do the same to both before continuing her trail of kissed. From the space between her breasts, curling down over her stomach to her belly button. Slowly crawling further down the bed. Hands grasping her hips she pecks a line above the hem of her pajama shorts.
Peeking up at the girl whose chest was rising with shuddering breaths. A smirk plays on her lips, loving the effect she had on her. Hooking her fingers into the shorts, along with her underwear, she slowly starts to peel them of. So incredibly show, it has Y/n whimpering with need.
Her legs meet as the go up into the air, her thighs squeezing together for friction. Zoey’s nails scrape against her skin which only sent more shudders down, straight to where she wanted Zoey.
Finally she fully removes the last pieces of clothing. Tossing them aside, she folds her legs, first moving them closer to Y/n’s chest, before parting them. Leaving her entirely exposed to her.
Y/n can’t stop herself from covering her face with her hands in embarrassment. Zoey only chuckles softly, before lowering herself down. Knowing she’ll uncover her face soon enough. The moment her lips cover her clit she arches her back. Hands immediately flying to Zoey’s hair.
Zoey’s one hand, keep her folds spread, while the fingers of her other hand slowly sink into her. Curling her fingers, she moans against her. Entering another finger she starts scissoring her fingers.
“You taste so good,” Zoey moans against her. The vibrations of her words, sending delightful shudders over her clit. Her tongue slid from her fingers up to her clit, flicking it. Making her clench on her fingers, biting her lip as she moaned at the feeling. Her own nails scraping against Zoey’s scalp. Only encouraging her to continue her assault.
She was slow at first, the wet muscle taking its time tasting her. Tracing circles around her clit. Taking her in entirely. Devouring her taste like this was the first and last time she would get to taste her. A hunger ran over her, slow didn’t exist anymore. Fingers curling faster, deeper. Sucking on her clit, moans couldn’t stop falling from her lips. Nerves twitching with pleasure.
Her thighs closed around Zoey’s head. Hands both trying to push her away and keep her close at the same time. She hadn’t felt pleasure like this in ages. Clenching around Zoey’s fingers harder than before. Making Zoey almost unable to move her fingers if she wasn’t as wet as she was.
Her eyes shut as she moans, throwing her head back into the pillow, unable to look at the head between her legs. Her neck hurting from the intensity. Panting as she cant stop herself from rocking her hips against that tongue. Wanting to take her fingers even deeper.
“So needy,” Zoey hums against her clit, the vibrations making her clench.
“Fuck,” it’s soft, a big surprise as no one had heard her curse before. But she knew now that it wouldn’t take long. Not that she wanted to stop. She could eat her for breakfast, lunch and dinner and still want more. Another flick of her tongue, combined with a curl of her fingers right where she needs it and it’s over.
Her orgasm rushes over her, ripping a silent scream from her. Back arched, thighs closing impossibly tight around Zoey’s head. She continues her work, getting her through the release until she finally lowers down again. Eyes closed, breathing heavily.
Zoey gives one more teasing lick from the bottom to the top, flicking her clit. Making her squirm with overstimulation. She crawls back up her body, cupping Y/n’s face. Blinking lazily she opens her eyes. The moonlight just barely showing Zoey’s glistening lips in the shape of a smirk.
“You did so good, gwiyomi,” her voice tender as she caresses her face. “Did you enjoy it?” the nod is fast, maybe a bit to quick. The smirk only growing on her face. Leaning down she connects their lips. It was odd to taste herself through their kiss, but she didn’t mind either way. It was sweet and soft.
With one last peck, Zoey jumps off the bed, walking into the bathroom.
“Wait… but you,” guilt settles into her stomach. Sinking into the mattress. Zoey returns swiftly with a wet hand towel. It’s nice and warm when she places it on her skin. Gently tracing her chest, curves, before ending between her legs.
“Today was about you,” Zoey reminds, being careful as she cleans the still sensitive area. Tossing the towel in the laundry basket in the closet, she grabs a fresh pair of underwear. She guides Y/n’s jelly legs into the holes, pulling it up. She’s barely able to raise her hips to let her fully pull it over her ass. Earning a sharp squeeze in both cheeks. She get’s back in the bed. Not bothering to put their tank tops back on.
Zoey pulls her into her side. Grabbing her left hand, she places it over her underwear. A gasp leaving her lips when she feels how wet her underwear had gotten.
“Normally, I don’t finish without stimulation,” she admits, moving the same hand to wrap around her waist. “But you just taste that sweet,” she smirks. Pulling a giggle out of Y/n, which warms her heart. “Now get some sleep,” nodding she snuggles into the girl. Not caring about the covers, both their bodies hot enough to keep each other warm.
Mean while a plan is brewing downstairs. It was time to torment Jaewon the same why he had their girl. And no one would get away with hurting her again.
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Having Your Picture Taken While On a Date With the Saja Boys
Pairing: Jinu, Romance, Mystery, Baby, Abby x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, secret to not secret dating, flirting, kissing, protectiveness, human!Reader
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A/N: I am obsessed with the Saja Boys as well as the Huntrix. Can they make more songs for them like they're actual k-pop groups?
JINU
Shields you from the cameras the moment he sees people taking pictures. He glares back at the people taking pictures, angry that they're interrupting your date. And after all the effort the two of you put into trying to keep things secret too, only for the relationship to end up in the public eye before you were ready. It almost makes him eat a soul or two.
ROMANCE
Distracts you from the photos by flirting with you even harder. If people found out about the two of you anyways then there's no more reason for him to hold back the affection he has for you. He makes sure that the main picture taken is the one where he's leaning in and making you laugh right before kissing you. That ways the main picture is the one where you're the happiest.
MYSTERY
Chuckles when he sees you blushing in the photos that got posted online. At least this way you don't have to pretend not to like each other anymore, you can freely hold hands when on dates, he can kiss you when he wants. So it's not all bad. But in order to make this more on your terms he suggests you make an announcement about you dating, with many cute photos.
BABY
Glares angerly at the people who took the photos. They all take a step back, not used to seeing him being aggressive at all but he can hardly hold back when they made you uncomfortable. As the two of you walk past them he lets out a low growl, his eyes flashing gold in warning. He can easily suck their souls out but he would much rather take you home and cuddle with you.
ABBY
Will start flexing in front of the cameras to distract them long enough to give you time to sneak away. That wasn't how you wanted to announce that you were dating. But since the secret is already out he wants to make a statement the next time you go out together. He wears matching clothes, accessories, he kisses you all the time, he is very loud with his love of you.
I am a simp for Phoenix how about the reader just cuddling him while he was like mid conversation and they fall asleep on him
Warm Voice | Phoenix x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, calling Phoenix by his name
WE ARE BACK IN BUISNESS MY FRIENDS - thought I'd start with something fluffy as a treat for y'all <3
holy boy where do I start (the fic is below if you dgaf about my life update lol) Pretty much I completely and I mean completely forgot about tumblr,, life happened and 2025 has already been uh... something! But i'm back now and I hope you all enjoy!! (PS,, I take Arcane requests too ~xoxo Micha)
You had always been a touchy person, in the sense that, well, your love language has always been physical touch. Maybe that's why you and Phoenix had always got along so well, it was always something, if you weren't within arms reach of each other it was only a matter of time until you two were practically trying to mold into each others bodies. It was really quite something, whenever you two sat down it's like your bodies were made for each other, fitting together like puzzle pieces.
It was a lazy Saturday morning at HQ and you and Phoenix had found each others embrace. Phoenix of course was spread across the length of the couch and well he was practically begging for some company. "Sit with me babyyyy" He'd said, it had sounded almost like a whine, it made you giggle and how could you say no?
So here you are now, your head lying on his chest, the gentle rhythms of his heart rate being oh so calming. You had never known such peace before, all your troubles melted by Jamie and his unwavering and unconditional love for you.
"...--That mission was bonkers remember?! It's always soooo cold in the Icebox, I couldn't believe it when--...." You caught bits and pieces of the conversation but really you didn't know what Jamie could be talking about. Something about an Icebox mission the two of you had ran together with Yoru. It was a fond memory, even if it ended with a run in with your counterparts. This however, was the furthest thing from your mind.
Jamie was absolutely engrossed in his own story telling, petting your hair and keeping a warm hand on your waist to hold you close. He just barley noticed when you stopped responding with small reactions like "mhhm" or "that's nice" He smiles fondly down at your sleeping figure, bringing you closer to him as he continued to quietly play with your hair.
Words would never be enough for Jamie, they would always fail him when it comes to you, your laughter, the sound of your voice, that mischievous glint in your eyes whenever you came up with a silly prank. Jamie loved every bit of you, and seeing you here, trusting that he would hold you close. Well, there's not a fire in the world that could melt his heart the way you do.
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