Summary: The Saja boys can't help but be enamored by their dumb and pretty manager.
Warning: Possessive! Saja boys, tw.death (not reader or any of the saja boys), dumb! reader, oblivious! reader, crybaby? Reader, a bit suggestive I guess?, might be incorrect grammar and spellings, probably more.
Author's note: Bear in mind that this is my first post here on tumblr, pretty new to this because I usually post my stories on Wattpad. I could write how they met or another part of this but I need some ideas, only if you end up liking this one though. I practically wrote this on a whim. I did not proofread this lol
No Dating Rule!
[Last name] [Your name], a name most popular uttered by many people, a name who could turn many heads at the direction with just at a simple mutter, a name that could break a cold person's exterior, and lastly, a name that could easily steal the hearts of the upcoming Korean boy group the Saja boys.
The Saja boys were currently at their own dance rehearsals because they can't exactly steal fans if they don't look great, sing great and dance great, would they?
Jinu lets out an exasperated sigh as he stared at the group of demons, glaring daggers at the other four demons who just can't get the dance right. "We're meant to jump in sinc at this part." He said, crossing his arms as Baby Saja rolls his eyes from behind Abby, thinking their leader wouldn't be able to see. "Why you!-" the dark haired male was about to stomp over when the door opened.
The five males immediately straightened their postures at the sight of her.
[Your name].
Their very own manager.
Standing there with a bright smile plastered on your pretty face as you held the lyrics of their song Soda pop in hand given to you by Jinu.
"Ms. Manager, good to see you." Abby gives out a little wave, shirt riding up to show a bit of his skin and toned body. "You're late. Again."
It wasn't a secret to the five of them that you were admittedly... not that great of a manager, even though they don't have much experience of how a manager actually acts but they just don't want to get rid of you. Not when you looked at them so prettily that they can't help but want more of you, definitely not when you smelled so sweet that they just want to get closer to you just to smell you, and definitely not when you touch them as if they were made of glass (and they weren't, but to them, you clearly are).
Before they met you, you were in need of a job and well... you had a very unforgettable first meeting with them that they just have to keep you to themselves.
"I'm sorry, the landlord upped the expense of the rent." You said, giving them an apologetic look as you handed them each a plastic bottle of cold water. "And he wouldn't exactly leave me alone..." You added, unbeknown of the eyes glowing yellow at the mention of the bastard who wouldn't leave you alone when you turned around to fix the papers.
Romance hums, stepping closer to you. "We did offer that you could stay with us," He voiced, placing a hand on your waist.
You look up at the male who stared down at you, a dreamy look on his face as he tried his hardest not to brush his hand on your soft-looking cheek. "Like I said, there aren't exactly many rooms in the house you reside in that could let me stay there." You pointed out.
It was true, the house they stayed in or more likely, stolen from people before they got their souls, only had five bedrooms, fitting for the five of them.
The heart shaped haired male had his eyes trail over to your plump lips and before he could quip something else, he was suddenly bumped to the side by their muscular member who couldn't help but replace the hand on your waist with his own, pulling you closer to his bigger frame. "Just stay with us." He whispers, voice deep.
You can't help but feel your heart racing at his words but put some distance by leaning back, "Abby, that's not very nice. You just hurt Romance." You frowned as you turn to the other male who immediately changed his glare pointed to Abby to a happy smile as he saw you turn to him.
"He's a big boy, he can handle a little bump." Abby rolls his eyes as Baby snickers.
Before you could tell him to apologize, Jinu walks over to you. "They're right, you know. You wouldn't have to deal with your landlord if you just stayed with us, I can just give you my room and sleep on the living room." He offers, hoping he could change your mind and stay with them instead.
"It's fine, guys really. Thanks for the offer but I really can't, you already appointed me as your manager even when I don't have much experience..." You murmured before feeling Abby's hand on your waist tighten. "It's just some old guy anyway, it's not that big of a deal." You try to reassure, lips turned up in the pretty smile that softened their exteriors.
"Do you want me to take care of him for you?" Everyone turned to Mystery who uttered those words, the rest grumbled, clearly wanting to be the one to say that to you.
You look confused by what he meant but shook your head, "No, it's alright, you don't have to."
"I'd do anything for you," The male mumble as he watched you refuse their offers some more, clearly not having heard what he mumbled.
Baby slumps into your back making you let out a cute little yelp at the added weight, "You can just sleep with me." He said, lips brushing over the back of your neck causing you to shiver.
The others immediately disproved of that.
They watched as their little Ms. Manager gave them a wave goodbye before walking off towards the bus stop.
It was silent for a bit before Baby saja finally says, "We're getting rid of him, right?"
The next day, you slammed the door open, breathing shakily as the Saja boys turned to you in concern. You were trying to catch your breath, practically running here to inform them of the news that had been delivered to you by a fellow neighbour.
"You alright, pretty girl?" Romance was the first to ask as Jinu stopped the music.
Their concern was a facade of course. They know what you were gonna say, practically smelled your scent miles away as you moved to get to them. They held back smirks of their own as they stared down at your form.
"H-he... the landlord- he's dead," You said, eyes wide and clearly still in shock. "One of my neighbours saw dismembered bodies and- oh gosh... it sounded so frightening."
The whimpers you let out highened their growing arousal as they stared at you, eyes darkening as they fought the urge to take you right then and there.
"Wh-what if that happens to me-" You were tearing up now.
Oh, those tears. Those beautiful tears.
Baby licks his lower lip at the sight, the desire to lick them with his tongue growing. He can't help but wonder what you tasted.
Jinu walks up to you immediately, in faux concern, placing a hand on you shoulder to comfort you. "We're very sad to here that..." He said with a frown and furrowed his eyebrows. "But you shouldn't worry about that happening to you, Ms. Manager."
You look up at him and the dark haired male praised himself for not pouncing on you at the sight. Sniffling, you asked. "Wh-what?"
He gave you a small yet reassuring smile, "If you stay with us, you'd never get hurt by that awful killer on the loose."
"We'll be sad without our pretty little manager to tend to our needs..." Abby adds on.
"We need you, I need you." Mystery whispers.
Your body was shaking, overwhelmed by everything that's happening.
However, if this little thing didn't change your mind yet... then they'd just have to take you, with or without your consent. You're theirs after all.
You were just their pretty, dumb manager and they'd eliminate anyone who would stand in the way of their love.
synopsis: you trap yourself in a ring of salt because you’re mad at your bf
characters: jinu, abby, romance, mystery, baby
warning/s: none,
note/s: mystery’s takes a different approach! and i’m so baby biased i’m unapologetic about it lmfao
jinu:
the argument you and jinu had was in no way detrimental to your relationship but it would be a lie to say that it didn’t piss you off.
you saw him corner the huntrix member with a smirk on his face and lean down, you know that jinu would never do anything to put your relationship at risk but the sight definitely had you seeing red.
“(y/n), talk to me.” jinu says as he follows you around the living room, you say nothing as you stand on the side of the living room, a jar full of salt in your hand as you draw a reasonably sized circle around yourself.
“sweetheart, you can’t be serious.” he crosses his arms as he looks at you. you spared him a glance, still not saying anything as you sat down, opening the book and paying him no mind.
“don’t you think you’re being petty?” he asks. you say nothing, flipping a page louder than necessary to get the point across. i’m ignoring you.
jinu sighs. “you know, you’re gonna have to come out of there eventually. i won’t bother you.”
another page flipped.
jinu throws his hands up in surrender. “fine! be that way.”
you scoff at his lack of effort as he walks away, but you didn’t bother replying to him as you continued to read your book.
hours passed and there was no sign of jinu, a part of you couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the fact that jinu kept his word and didn’t bother you.
you swallowed, cringing at how dry your throat feels, looking around the living room, you see no sign of your demon boyfriend. surely, you can grab a glass of water and get back in your circle to finish your book.
you step carefully over the circle, making sure that your step makes no sound and that the salt stays in place.
you let out a sigh in relief, only to scream in shock once a dark mist appears and a hand pulls you into a warm body.
“hi there, sweetheart.” jinu whispers sweetly into your ear. you thrash against his hold, trying to pull away but you were no match for his inhumane strength as he had the audacity to laugh at your attempts.
when you calmed down, jinu turned you around to face him, smirking at the pout on your face.
“are you ready to talk now?” he asks. you shake your head slightly. “there’s nothing to talk about, jinu.”
“that can’t be right.” he clicks his tongue. “my sweetheart is mad at me. i want to fix things.”
jinu places a finger under your chin and tilts it up to face him. “let’s fix this, please?”
you relent, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.
“i really… didn’t appreciate you leaning close to rumi like that.” you say quietly, almost as if you dreaded what he would say. you expected him to call you overdramatic, that it didn’t mean anything or that you were blowing things out of proportion.
“i see.” jinu replies, pulling you closer to his chest. “i’m sorry. i’ll do better. i should’ve thought how you would feel.” huh?
you pull away to see jinu looking at you with a serious expression.
“i won’t do it again, promise.” you couldn’t find the words to say as you let him whisk you onto the couch.
“can you promise me something too?”
“what?”
“let me know when you need assurance. there’s only ever you for me.”
abby:
you and abby were in a standstill. you expressed displeasure about how his fans were too touchy and that he should establish a boundary between them because his body was yours to touch, not theirs. abby only patted your head and called you cute but did nothing to address your concerns and that irked you off.
“baby, you aren’t serious right?”
“yes i am.” you say as you cross your arms, sitting in your circle of salt, glaring at your boyfriend who looked like he wanted to cry.
“all because a few randoms flirted with me? baby you know you’re the only one for me.” the way he brushes off your reason for being pissed off only serves to piss you off even more.
you rolled your eyes, even going as far as to turn your back on him, huffing.
a groan escapes abby’s lips. “babe, come on you can’t be serious.” you say nothing.
“fine! be that way, let’s see who cracks first.” he says, sitting down on the couch and crossing his arms, staring straight at you as if he were challenging you.
it was on.
you spent the next hour on your phone, quickly liking then scrolling away angrily whenever a fanedit of your boyfriend appears on your feed.
you didn’t spare him a glance but you were aware that he was still sitting on the couch behind you. your ass was starting to hurt from sitting on the ground. why couldn’t you have drawn your ring of salt around the couch instead? you think to yourself, almost wanting to get out of your circle just to stretch your legs.
a sound almost resembling a whine interrupts your thoughts, you pivot slightly to see abby looking at you with a frown on his face.
“are you seriously still mad?” the sad lilt in his voice made your body turn back around to completely face him.
“you’re already cracking?” you couldn’t help but challenge him, a brow raised as your lover downright pouts.
“babe, do you know how hard it is to have you so close to me but i can’t hold you?”
“and whose fault is that?” you countered, crossing your arms. abby stands up and rounds the circle.
“mine, sure. whatever, but please, let me hold you? we can talk about it more but i really need to hold you right now.” abby puts out his hand, a sad expression on his face as he waits for your response.
“i’ll do better.”
with a sigh, you reach out, your hand pushing through the salt ring’s barrier. abby immediately pulls you away from the damned circle, causing a yelp to escape your lips.
you were immediately greeted by a hard chest and abby’s face nuzzling into your neck.
“‘m sorry babe! i know it’s hard to have a boyfriend who’s so hot that people just wanna touch his abs all the time–” you cut him off with you trying to pull his arms away from your form.
“let me go!” but there was no real bite behind your words.
“no, but in all seriousness. i’ll put a boundary between me and my fans.” he says, staring right into your eyes with an expression of sincerity.
“i’d even put a boundary between me and the other saja boys if that’d mean you’d never put a boundary between us again.”
you soften slightly, your hands patting his arms, which only causes him to hold you tighter.
“you mean it?” you asked, pulling away from him to cup his face in your hands. abby nods, determined.
“even jinu?”
“well…”
“abby!”
“i’m kidding!”
the two of you shared a laugh over it, and your boyfriend kept his word. he put a boundary with his fans immediately when he had an event.
he’d rather not touch anyone ever again than have you put space between the two of you again.
romance:
“oh?” the pink haired man asked, a smirk on his face as he crossed his arm and looks at the circle that was drawn around the couch.
“and what have i done to warrant such a violent response from my lover?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, a frown on his face.
“oh, are you talking to me? or the throw pillow beside me?” you answer sarcastically. romance sighs as he walks over to you, his hand reaching out only for him to hiss as the salt barrier burns him.
“it hurts.”
you roll your eyes. “good. i need space.”
romance bites back a smirk, you were so adorable in his eyes that he couldn’t take the frown that was on your face seriously.
“my love are you not aware? distance is only but a means to test how far our love can travel” he places a hand to his chest. “and it hurts me to see you intentionally test our unconditional love.” he sighs dramatically, but you weren’t in the mood.
“do you say this to all the people in your life or am i just lucky?” romance’s brows furrowed in confusion as you don’t play along with him. .
you say nothing as you swiped on your phone and threw it in his direction, your phone hitting him square on the chest. romance takes a look on the screen and sees a gossip blog about him and a huntrix member, the focal point was the fancam of him smirking at her and placing his chin on his hand that was propped on the table.
‘saja boys’ romance… romancing with huntrix’s mira?!’ the article read.
romance takes another look at you who refused to meet his eyes, a small pout on your face as you hugged a throw pillow to your chest.
“lover…” romance trails off. you flick your head to the side. “i really don’t wanna talk to you right now, romance.”
he didn’t think about how his actions would reflect the media, his intentions were only to piss the huntrix member off but it seemed like oblivious fans took it out of context.
“i know that you’re flirty but i thought it was only for me.” you say quietly, still not looking at him. romance frowns, feeling his heart drop to his stomach as you remain saddened by his actions. “it sucks i have other people to share with when it comes to your affection.”
“my love—” romance kneels in front of the couch, a frown on his face as he reaches for you, baring his teeth as the circle burns his skin.
“rome, what are you doing?!”
“trying to reach you, my love.” he says, hissing out his words as you can see the layers of his skin peel, against better judgment, you swipe away at the salt, your lover almost falling face first into the sofa.
“let me see that.” you say, grabbing his hand, clicking your tongue as you examined the burns.
almost in a flash, romance’s skin goes back to normal in front of your very eyes and before you could react, you feel romance intertwine his hand with yours, his other one coming to sandwich your hand between his.
“my lover…” romance trails off, “i apologize for making you feel that way. it was never my intention.” you still wouldn’t look at him. romance, still kneeling, places a kiss on your hand.
“you are the only one to receive the highest severity of my affections. i’m sorry for making you doubt that. thank you for letting me know.” he says as he places another tender kiss on your knuckles, his lips staying on your skin for longer.
“let me make it up to you?”
before you could even respond, he whisks you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom, wrapping you in your fluffy blankets and playing your comfort show as he cuddles you on the bed.
he’d spend his entire lifetime just to show you that only you mattered to him.
mystery:
something about your boyfriend is that he is feral. almost like a rabid dog if you’re being honest. but all rabid dogs eventually soften up and become affectionate to their owners, and it was no doubt that mystery fell into that category, he hated other people but he loved being around you.
however, he shows his love in the form of biting. and (un)fortunately for you, your skin became his favorite chew toy.
your skin became a canvas showcasing different shades of red, blue and purple, teeth indents scattered around from your arm, to your thighs even on your cheeks.
you can barely move without any soreness, and you can’t even be mad. you loved mystery and you loved that he loved you just as equally.
but your body needs a break. you fear that your skin might actually not recover. and it wasn’t as if you haven’t asked your boyfriend nicely. in fact, the fact that they’re just bruises instead of teeth indents was already an improvement.
you just needed a break.
the saja boys arrived back home after a fansigning event, mystery headed straight to his room, where you were in so that he could recharge, only for him to literally fall on his knees as he sees you sleeping on the couch, a ring of salt drawn around it.
you were awoken to a whimper. your bleary eyes blinked to see your boyfriend with a pout on his face as his eyes were trained to you.
“why are you doing this?” you unconsciously pout at the sad tone mystery uses.
“myst, come on. my skin needs a break! there’s more bruises than skin.” you say as you gestured to your arms.
“you know, people would think you’re hurting me.” you say in passing and you can see mystery tense up.
“i would never hurt y—” “i know!” you cut him off, “but walking around with these marks would make people think otherwise.”
“but… that’s my way to show you affection. i love seeing my marks on you.” if mystery were to hypothetically have dog ears, it would be flat against his head right now as he looks at you with a sad expression.
you bit your lip, feeling your resolve chip away as you can see the distance between the two of you affect him.
before you could even think of an appropriate response, mystery hisses as he forces his way in the ring of salt.
“mystery!” you say, moving to break it but mystery snarls at you. “no, i need to know the pain my bites bring you.”
“mystery, your bite only stays for a few days, i don’t need you burning yourself alive for me!” you say as you swiped away the salt, taking mystery in your arms as you tried soothing the burn on his skin.
mystery’s lips tremble. “so… i’m not allowed to bite you anymore?”
you part his bangs, placing a kiss on his forehead, thinking of a compromise.
“how about… whenever you bite me, i bite back? that way, you can feel ” mystery’s head perks up, a small smile forming on his face as he gives you a curt nod.
you moved first, placing a gentle bite on his arm, mystery purrs happily before he chomps down on yours.
“myst, too hard!”
“..sorry.”
needless to say, there was work that needed to be done but the marks on your skin noticeably lessened.
baby:
you knew that baby rarely showed his affection and that the fact that you were his lover should’ve been enough. but lately, it felt like you were the only one exerting effort in your relationship and it was beginning to take a toll on you.
you decided on giving him the same treatment back.
you barely brushed a kiss on his cheek, you don't hug him back when he hugs you goodbye and you even resorted to sleeping in the guest room.
baby thought nothing of it, in fact, when you fall asleep, he sneaks in the guest room to drape an arm on your waist and hold you. but you don’t realize it as he wakes up and leaves before you.
you weren’t getting the point across. actually, baby thought your avoidant ways were adorable.
you needed to change your ways and do something even more drastic.
the saja boys just finished a grueling dance practice and baby wanted nothing to do but rest in your arms, maybe even ask how your day has been.
he was well aware that he was putting strain on your relationship by not giving the effort you deserved. he knows that his upcoming comeback was no excuse. but today marked the last day before the comeback’s release, the group was given a week to recuperate before promotions, and baby knew that he’d spend all ten thousand and eighty minutes glued to you, but who was counting?
he clicks his tongue as he enters the room, seeing a ring of salt around the bed where you lay, scrolling through your phone.
“this is how we’re playing now?” baby asked, you looked up, staring straight at him, voice monotone as you responded.
“go away, baby.”
the blue haired demon only smirks as he rounds the bed, toeing slightly at the salt ring, chuckling as his boot sizzles against it.
“really? where’d you get this technique, the dark web?” he says sarcastically. “are you planning to exorcise me in my sleep too?”
you huff, crossing your arms.
“it’s keeping you away, so it’s working even if you make fun of me!”
“what brought this on, sweetheart?”
“dunno.” you answered, lying down and turning away from him. “go away.”
baby stays quiet, too quiet that you didn’t even know if he was still in the room, but you didn’t wanna turn and check if he’s still inside the room.
you sigh sadly to yourself, you didn’t even know where this back and forth was going because it was obvious to you that baby didn’t see what was wrong and why you were acting that way.
“hey.” you let out a screech as arms wrap around your waist, turning you around and pulling you flush against your boyfriend’s chest.
“w-wh— how? what?” you sputtered out your words as baby smiles mischievously.
“the thing about salt rings is that… there’s always gonna be a portion that’s drawn thinly.” he says as he gestures towards the foot of the bed.
“seems like you overlooked that, babe.” you clicked your tongue but went limp in his hold nonetheless.
“now,“ baby starts. “do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing on your skin. you don’t face him as you answer.
“i felt like i was being neglected by you.” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “and i didn’t know how to bring it up because you were always so busy and–” baby cuts you off with a soft kiss on your forehead.
“‘m sorry.” he says, voice matching yours. “it was unfair to you, i know. i’ll do better.” you couldn’t shake the sincerity from his voice as he forces you to look at his golden eyes.
“you’re always welcome to talk to me, i’ll make time for you, always, okay?” he presses a kiss on your chin, “i’m sorry.” a kiss on your cheek.
“i’ll do better.” another kiss on your forehead.
“i don’t deserve you.” finally, a kiss on your lips. you reciprocate, not knowing that tears were slowly slipping from your closed eyes.
you didn’t realize that you were overthinking for nothing and that you didn’t need to go to such lengths, but baby understands. baby made an oath to himself to never make you feel this way again.
he promises to never be the cause of your tears ever again.
note/s: can you tell i lost the plot somewhere around baby's part... i'm sorry i'll do better in other fics ik this isn't my best one lol BUT if you have any saja boys requests feel free to drop them in my inbox! i wanna write more but no prompt is coming to mind </3
Parts: Characterizations | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
SoulBond!AU
Pairings: Yandere!Saja Boys x F!Reader
Synopsis: You were never supposed to remember them.
Four hundred years ago, a pact was made—a blood-soaked bond tying five demons to one human soul: yours.
They’ve waited lifetimes for your reincarnation, cursed with obsession, tethered by fate.
And now that you’ve returned?
They’ll burn the world before they let you go again.
Warnings: Soul bond with the Saja Boys, Yandere themes!, soulbonding without full consent, obsessive behavior / possessiveness, mild stalking, romantic psychological tension, mentions of implied past death / reincarnation, intense emotional fixation, yearning, non-graphic threats of harm from a third party (Gwi Ma).
Author's notes: Hey guys! My first fic on Tumblr. I've been deep in a hole for Saja boys x Reader fics and have been inspired by all the ones currently out. Thought I'd give it a go and make my own. This is also just me purely projecting my fantasies (lol). But will post more on this story and will make more parts!
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The Saja boys are all demons.
They are wrath and ruin. Jealousy and death.
And yet, before her, they kneel.
Because she is the Heart.
Because her soul is what keeps them from unraveling into true monsters.
Because they were bound by her love and her curse.
They don’t just crave her—they depend on her. Without her presence, their minds deteriorate. Their bodies decay. Their hunger becomes unbearable.
Only Y/N’s touch tames the demon inside.
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A Sudden Encounter
You’re just… tired.
You work long shifts at a cramped little gallery café in Hongdae. Your boss forgets to pay you on time. Rent’s due. Your roommate’s a ghost (figuratively). Your family doesn’t call.
It’s not tragic. Just quietly heavy. Most days are filled with the same mundane routine. The stress of adulting weighs in on you most nights making you feel more fatigued than you should.
Your art is the only thing that feels like yours—until it doesn’t. Lately, even your sketches look like someone else’s memories. The past few weeks of downtime have been spent sketching images you vaguely recognize from dreams you forgot you even had.
You walk through life like it’s background noise.
Then, one afternoon, on the way to grab milk and instant ramen…you hear music on the street.
Lugging your grocery trolley (because god knows you don’t have the strength to carry a week’s worth of grocery bags on your arms), you spot that a crowd has gathered in the plaza. The atmosphere buzzes with excitement. People are pushing each other to get a view of whatever it was that was making the crowd go nuts.
Curiosity gets the best of you, and next thing you know you’re walking towards the center of the square. Grocery trolley rolling behind you. Someone steps on it, warranting a quick “Sorry” and they scurry to the front. You turn your head forward to see whatever it was they desperately wanted to see.
You stop.
Up on a raised platform, five boys move like a single body—synchronized, supernatural, magnetic. Their colorful outfits shimmer under the lights, a kaleidoscope of sugar-rush perfection. The crowd is screaming, but all you hear is the song—“Soda Pop”—sickeningly sweet and pulsing like thunder in your chest.
You don’t recognize them.
Were they new? A secret debut? A niche group you missed?
And then you see them.
The Saja Boys. Five gorgeous faces, carved out of dreams and danger, singing like they already know you.
Your heart stutters.
Front and center is the one with the jet-black hair and fire behind his smile. His eyes sweep the crowd like he owns it—until they lock on you. And then it’s like the world tips sideways.
You can’t breathe.
Something ancient uncoils in your ribcage—a thread pulling taut, like it’s found its anchor.
The stage beneath them morphs—no, rises—into a giant soda can, and the absurdity nearly makes you laugh, but the pressure in your chest is louder.
The song ends. The crowd erupts. They strike their final poses like gods frozen mid-conquest. And still—he’s looking at you. Right at you.
He lifts a hand, brushes off his shoulder like he’s dusting you into place. “That’s it for now,” he says to the crowd.
His speaking voice slides down your spine like silk dipped in fire. Familiar. Impossible.
“See you tonight on everyone’s favorite variety show…” His gaze doesn’t waver. “Saja Boys love you!”
You don’t know how you’re still standing. The other members turn too—one by one, their expressions shifting. Eyes no longer playful. They’re looking at you like they remember something you haven’t yet.
And then—pink smoke.
They vanish.
You’re left in a sea of people, lungs hollow, skin prickling like it’s just been marked.
You don’t know who they are. You don’t know what just happened. But your hands are shaking on the trolley handle. And you’re sprinting home like something inside you just woke up and started screaming.
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They apparated back into the apartment in a burst of cold smoke.
Jinu collapsed first.
Not into a chair. Not onto the couch. He sank straight to the floor.
Hands tangled in his hair, breath shallow. Like the air couldn’t reach deep enough. Like he’d been holding it for centuries. His voice cracked like something ancient being unearthed.
“It’s her.”
Romance was already pacing the length of the living room, long strides restless, fingers tugging at his shirt collar like it was choking him. “I—I thought I was hallucinating,” he muttered. “Some kind of cruel glamour. A mirage. But the bond—” His voice shook. “The bond snapped tight.”
Abby dropped into the couch, the cushions barely softening the weight of his frame. His knuckles were white, gripping his thighs. “I felt her heartbeat.” He looked up, dazed. Wild. “During the bridge—our hearts matched. I know it was her.”
Mystery hadn’t moved. He stood near the window, face shadowed, fists clenched so tight his nails carved into skin. His lips were moving in a near-silent whisper—over and over like a broken prayer.
“She’s scared… she doesn’t remember… but she felt it. She felt it.”
Baby sat furthest from them all, on the floor beside the armchair. Blood dripped from his palm—he didn’t seem to notice. Eyes wide. Hollow. Haunted.
Like seeing you broke the silence inside him. Like he’d finally found the ghost that’d been crawling under his skin for lifetimes.
No one breathed. The room felt cracked. Like a single touch would shatter it.
Abby ran a hand down his face. “What do we do?” He was still staring at his hands. Still disbelieving. “Is this a trick? Is Gwi Ma playing with us again? Using her face to haunt us?”
Jinu looked up slowly, lashes damp, lips pale. He bit the nail of his thumb, the taste of anxiety sharp on his tongue.
“We wait,” he said softly. “We plan.”
Romance scoffed, but there was no humor in it. He was trembling as he smiled.
“We charm.”
Mystery let out a low snarl. “We go to her. She’s alone. She’s hurting. I can feel her.”
And then—finally—Baby spoke. Just one line.
Quiet. Final. Unshakable.
“We take her back.”
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You curl up on your couch with a microwaved dinner, phone propped up on a cushion. You don’t normally watch idol shows. But…
You press play.
They’re charming. Playful. Competitive. Too beautiful. Too perfect. You watch them struggle with the hot sauce challenge, lips curling upwards at some of the boys’ faces.
Your chest aches.
You don’t know them. But you can’t look away.
When they joke, you laugh. When they flirt with the camera, your stomach flips. When Baby stares dead into the lens, you freeze.
You watch as Baby wins the spicy challenge, somehow a part of you knew he would. You couldn’t explain why. You watch as Huntrix makes a surprise appearance. You weren’t a crazed fanatic or anything, but you did enjoy their music. When they bowed at each other, a part of your chest ached. You don’t know why, but something didn’t sit well with you seeing the boys interact with the girl group. Why? You had no claim over them. You felt like you were going crazy.
You don’t sleep that night.
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Later that night, after filming wraps…
The Saja Boys find themselves ambushed by Huntrix—Rumi, Zoey, and Mira—demon-hunting girls who are too fast, too smart, and too close to the truth.
The boys run, Jinu being caught into a fight with Rumi which leads to him finding out her secret. A Hunter who’s part demon. He gives it some thought as he walks out of the bath house. Then, his thoughts shift to you.
Did you watch the show tonight? What were you doing right now? Did you remember him at all?
Then suddenly he’s pulled into Gwi Ma’s chamber.
Smoke. Fire. Screams locked in stone. The demons are cheering for the boys, now in their demon forms. Gwi Ma sings the chorus of Soda Pop.
“It’s catchy”
He brings up Rumi- the hunter who bears his mark. He tells Jinu he has no control over her. Jinu remains curious, telling him that he can find out her shame and use it against her to bring the Hunters down.
Then, Gwi Ma’s flames rise. The tension in the air thickens as the four other boys on the ground below are brought to stand next to Jinu before the Demon King.
“However, I sense that you’ve lost your focus,” the Demon king hisses. His flames grow —and conjures a mirage image of you, asleep in bed, cheek pressed to your pillow. The boys tense at the sight of you.
Their anger rises. They don’t like that you’re being presented to them like this- in front of all demons to see. Of course- everyone else in the Demon realm had an inkling- an idea of what you were to the five. It was unspoken, a rumor that spread throughout the years - that they had tied their ancient souls to a human hundreds of years ago. But no details of that pact had been known. And now, the boys were livid as every demon knew your face.
Abby grit his teeth, immediately standing and stepping forward. He didn’t want any other demons seeing you, gazing at what was his. “Don’t-!”
Jinu grabbed his shoulder back, willing his friend to calm down, even though he was struggling to contain his own anger.
“That girl... is she going to be a problem? A… distraction?” His voice was teasing. A sickeningly playful tone meant to mock them.
The boys bristle, their jaws clenched as they see the demon king’s image of you. You- who was so precious to them. Jinu steps forward, eyes hard. “She is ours. You made it so. The pact cannot be undone.”
Gwi Ma’s image of you faded and the boys all visibly relaxed, though still tense.
Gwi Ma spoke once again, voice teasing. “You remember, don’t you, Jinu? How you came crawling to me, weeping like a child the moment she died in your arms.”
Jinu’s eyes widened, haunted at the memory.
Gwi Ma continued. “You begged me to bring her back. But I gave you something better.
A deal.
Bind four others to her soul. Trap their power. Anchor her across lifetimes—and I’d let her return.
And you did it.
You found them. Broken little things. Monsters like you. You forced the bond. You made her the center of your madness.
You cursed her to be wanted. Needed. Torn apart by obsession.
All for what?
To share her?
To watch her slip through your fingers again and again?”
The boys visibly grew more tense with every word he uttered. Romance grit his teeth, and Baby’s nails dug so deep into his palms they began to bleed again. They were monsters who desperately clung to the only light they had. Demons who tainted the purest thing they had ever laid eyes on. The guilt. The shame. All weigh heavy on their hearts, but not as heavy as their deep desire for you.
Gwi Ma continued. “No matter how close she gets… she’ll never truly be yours.
But if you succeed—if you finish what I told you to—maybe I’ll give her to you.
All of you.
For good.”
Their heads snapped up at that. Disbelief and false hope gleaming in their yellow demon eyes.
Gwi Ma’s flames shift to a smile as he saw their non-subtle desperation. “Then here’s my offer.”
“Succeed. Harvest the souls before the Honmoon seals, bring down the hunters. Do your job. And I’ll let her live.”
“Fail… and I rip her from the cycle. She’ll never be reborn again.”
The boys snap their heads up. Shock, desperation, and fury ablaze on their faces. He wouldn’t dare. The boys don’t speak. But silent thoughts race through their heads. They wouldn’t have to wait centuries for you? All the endless years of loneliness and suffering… if they succeeded, they’d be gone. And you would be theirs. Fully. No more dying, no more waiting. Theirs, for all eternity.
The offer was weighing heavy in their minds. But it wasn’t even a question. How far would they go to have you? The answer was that there were no limits. No lines they wouldn’t cross. No world they wouldn’t burn to keep you.
They just kneel, a silent agreement.
They’ve waited centuries. They can wait a little longer.
But this time, they won’t just protect you.
They’ll possess you.
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The boys apparated back to their apartment in silence.
No music. No lights. Just the faint, cold glow of Seoul’s skyline spilling through the penthouse glass like a wound that never closed.
They didn’t speak. They couldn’t. The memory of Gwi Ma’s offer still echoed like ash in their throats. The price was steep, yes—but the reward?
You.
Untouched by his claws.
Unwatched.
Unmanipulated.
Free.
If they could ensure your soul was yours—and theirs—forever… they would pay that price a thousand times over. So they agreed. Without hesitation. Without question. Now they sat in the dark, five demons and the shape of a girl in their hearts.
It was Abby who cracked first. “She looked cold,” he muttered.
His elbows rested on his knees, large hands clenched together so tightly the skin over his knuckles had gone pale. He wasn’t looking at the others. Just the floor. Somewhere past it. Somewhere where you had been.
“She looked cold in that vision. Like she hadn’t been held in years.” He swallowed thickly. “I’d keep her warm. She’d never feel cold again. Not even for a second.” His voice broke near the end.
“She should’ve been with us.” Romance was standing by the tall windows, framed in moonlight, arms crossed tight like he was holding his chest together. “She doesn’t even remember us,” he said softly. “We’re strangers again.”
He tried to sound nonchalant—but his voice cracked on ‘again’.
Baby didn’t move from the couch. His legs were crossed, jaw tight, nails digging crescent moons into his thigh. “Then we make her remember.” He looked up. Eyes black.
“Tie her down if we have to.”
No one told him to take it back. Because all of them had thought it.
From the corner, curled on a throw blanket like a resting animal, Mystery breathed out a long, aching sigh. He was clutching something close to his chest. Your scarf. One from a lifetime ago. The threadbare edges frayed, carrying a scent only he still recognized. He’d stolen it then, kept it hidden through each century. He never let it burn.
“She cried last night,” he whispered. The room went still. “I felt it.”
They turned.
“She misses us,” he said. His voice was too soft for the size of his pain. “Even if she doesn’t know why. Even if her brain doesn’t remember—her soul does. She sees us in dreams. She reaches out.”
No one doubted him. Mystery had always been the tether. The first to feel you across lives. The first to know. He curled tighter around the scarf like it could bring you back. “She reaches,” he whispered. “But we’re not there.”
Silence again.
Then Jinu stood. The weight of four centuries in every breath he took. He moved like a monarch of grief—shoulders squared, spine straight, eyes dark and steady.
“We need a plan,” he said. The words dropped like stone. “No chaos. No claiming. Not yet.” His gaze passed over each of them, firm.
“We woo her. Win her. Make her feel safe.”
Abby let out a bitter snarl. “I don’t want to pretend. I want to take her.”
Jinu’s jaw tensed.
“So do I,” he said. “But not if it means she runs. Not if she thinks we’re monsters.”
“Are we not?” Baby asked coldly. But it wasn’t really a challenge. It was despair.
“We’re hers,” Jinu replied. “That’s all that matters.”
The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it was thick with agreement. Each boy looked down. And one by one, they nodded. For now, they’d wait. But not forever.
You would remember.
You would come back.
And when you did— You’d never be allowed to leave again.
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You didn’t know why you were out this late.
You told yourself it was for a snack. The cold night air. The glow of convenience store signs. But the truth was burrowed beneath your ribs—tight, restless, and waiting. Something inside you itched, tugged. Like an invisible string pulling you down familiar streets.
You turned the corner and froze.
“Y/N?”
A voice. Soft, velvety, soaked in a sadness you didn’t understand. You looked up.
Jinu.
Standing beneath a flickering streetlight like a secret carved out of the night. Hoodie loose over his frame. Hair tousled, moonlight catching in the strands. His eyes locked with yours.
Your breath caught.
He took a step forward, hands raised slightly—like approaching a wounded animal. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said gently. “I just… recognized you.”
Recognized? Your heart began to pound. Hard. “How do you know my name?” you asked.
Jinu smiled. But it wasn’t cocky or flirty. It was aching. “Because it’s the only name that ever mattered to me.”
And that’s when it happened. A flicker behind your eyes. No—it wasn’t a flicker.
It was a memory. A feeling. A lifetime cracking through your skull like thunder.
You saw him.
Not here. Not in this hoodie, not on this street. But in crimson silk beneath a palace moon. A hanbok embroidered in gold, eyes lined with kohl. He reached for you across a garden of foxglove. Your name spilled from his lips like scripture.
And then—
“Y/N.”
Another voice. Close. Too close. Romance stepped beside you, holding a book. One from your wishlist. The exact one you’d looked at two days ago online and never bought.
You took it in trembling hands. His voice dropped to a murmur. “Because I’ve been whispering it for hundreds of years.”
The world spun.
Another vision. His fingers on yours. A past version of you, crying. Him kissing your knuckles in the candlelight.
“Because I’ve never stopped saying it,” Abby said now, appearing at your side, holding— Your scarf. The one that went missing days ago. “Even when you weren’t alive to hear it.”
FLASH.
There was blood on his hands. A blade meant for you. Abby standing between it and your body, screaming your name.
Your knees went weak. You staggered. The breath in your lungs turned jagged.
A gentle touch. Behind you.
Mystery. Quiet. Wide-eyed. Fingertips brushing the sleeve of your coat like he was afraid you’d dissolve.
“I’ve known your name longer than you have,” he whispered.
You blinked—
And you were in the mountains. Your hands small. Younger. A fox curled against your legs. You were humming. He was warm. It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
Across the street— Baby. Still. Watching. Eyes black as obsidian. And then—
The fire.
A palace burning. Bodies. You, screaming. Baby dragging corpses away with one hand while shielding you with the other.
You gasped. Your vision blurred. Your hands shook. You didn’t know if you were crying. But you felt like you were breaking.
Romance reached out, arm around your shoulders, steadying your frame.
“She’s remembering,” Mystery said, voice trembling. “She’s starting to remember.”
You didn’t hear them clearly. Your ears rang. Your body pulsed like a struck bell. Romance’s forehead pressed to yours, voice like velvet and ashes. “We missed you,” he breathed. “So much it drove us mad.”
Abby was pacing now, unable to stay still. His eyes burned. “You smell like home,” he choked. “I forgot what that felt like.”
Baby hadn’t moved, but he looked like he might lunge. His fists were clenched. His shoulders tight. His jaw locked.
His eyes were nothing but shadow.
He wanted you.
Jinu stepped forward, palm raised like a commandment. “Stop,” he said. Sharp. Firm. “She’s scared.”
He was right. You were. Tears blurred your eyes. The world spun again. “Who… who are you?” you asked, barely a whisper. “What do you want from me?”
Abby took one step. “We’re yours,” he said, voice low.
Jinu caught his arm. “Abby—”
“You were ours,” Romance added, lips brushing your temple. “You will be again.”
“No—no, this isn’t real—this can’t be—” You backed up. “You’re crazy.”
You looked into their eyes for the first time. And your blood ran cold.
Not human.
They were glowing. Amber. Topaz. Garnet. Glasses of gold and rage and want.
You didn’t think—you ran. Your footsteps slammed into the alleyway pavement. Breath heaving. Vision swimming. You ran like your soul was on fire.
And behind you— They didn’t follow.
They stood, the five of them, like statues in mourning. Longing. Rage. Grief. Hunger.
Mystery whimpered once.
Baby’s fists dripped blood from his own grip.
“We scared her,” Jinu muttered, teeth grit. Shame painting his face. “We were supposed to make her feel safe.” His voice was raw.
“She looked at us like we were monsters.” Abby slammed a fist into the wall. “She didn’t even recognize me.”
Romance still watched the alley’s end where your shadow had vanished. His lips curled into something bittersweet. “Not yet,” he said. “But she will.”
The other boys turned. He smiled wider. Devastating. Determined. “Now?”
His voice dropped.
“We seduce her.”
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You don’t remember getting home. One moment you were running. The next, your apartment door slammed shut behind you. You locked it. Bolted it. Double-checked it.
Then you fell.
Not gracefully—like a collapse, like a marionette whose strings had been severed. You’re curled on the floor now, your fingers tangled in the hem of your clothes, your back pressed to the side of the bed. Shaking. Silent. Your chest is heaving, but the air doesn’t reach your lungs. You’re not crying because you’re sad.
You’re crying because you’re losing your mind. Every time you close your eyes… they’re there.
Jinu in royal silk, kneeling in the blood-soaked courtyard of a Joseon palace—his eyes hollow, your lifeless hand in his lap.
Romance cradling your head by a lake turned black from poison—screaming into your mouth like he could breathe life back into you.
Abby roaring over a field of corpses—his armor cracked, clutching you as smoke swallowed the sky.
Mystery baring his fangs at priests dragging you away—his form shifting between beast and boy, voice howling your name like a prayer.
And Baby—oh god.
Baby in a burning chamber, crawling toward your corpse through ash. His smile was carved wrong, twitching, shattered—his arms cradling your body like a doll as fire devoured the world around him.
You cover your ears. You curl tighter. Your bones ache. “These aren’t mine,” you whisper. “They aren’t mine—”
But they feel like they are.
The grief. The rage. The longing. The love. Too much love. It presses against your ribs like a dam waiting to crack. And deep—deep—within your chest… something stirs. Something ancient. Something hungry.
You drag yourself under the blankets. Trembling. Numb. You don’t sleep. Sleep claims you.
And you never hear the figures outside your window. Five of them. Silent on the balcony.
Jinu’s hand is on the glass, forehead pressed lightly to the cold. His eyes are shut, breath fogging the surface. He had to see you. Just once more. Even if it killed him.
Romance stands beside him, one hand in his coat pocket, the other pressed to his lips like he might say something—but doesn’t. He just watches. Unblinking.
Abby paces behind them, boots scuffing against concrete. Every noise inside your room makes his head whip toward the door. He wants to kick it down. Drag you into his arms. Keep you warm. Keep you close.
Mystery is curled beside the potted plants. His ears twitch. His claws dig into the concrete. He hears your breathing. He knows when your sleep shifts. He knows you’re dreaming.
And Baby— Baby stands furthest from the glass. He doesn't move.Just stares at your sleeping form through the sheer curtain. His eyes are too wide. His hands are in his pockets, but the blood dripping from them gives him away. He clenches his jaw. He had wanted to go after you. To hold you. To punish anyone who scared you. But Jinu made them promise.
No chaos. Not yet. They all told themselves they were here to make sure you got home safe. But deep down, none of them believed that. They were here because they needed to see you one last time. Because you were in their veins now.
Because the bond was waking.
And soon—you’d be theirs again.
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Author's note: Let me know if you guys enjoyed this? I plan to expand more into the backstories as their relationship develops. I've got characterizations up just for a teaser that I might post tonight. :) With love,Willa x.
nsfw thoughts, mdni, +18. reader gets passed around by her sorority sisters vi, abby and ellie! fingering, oral, strapping (all reader receiving).
a sorority initiation. that’s all it’s meant to be. y’know, some sororities play harmless pranks, focus on its values and pledging process.
but no, the one sorority you decided to join has a very… non-traditional welcoming ceremony.
vi’s the president. you would have never guessed she’d be the type to join a sorority, let alone be the one in charge of it. if you had any doubt about how well she could lead and control the group of girls, you trusted her completely now that she was strapping you in front of them.
“you’re taking me so well, pretty girl,” she’s holding one of your legs over her shoulders, gaze locked on how perfect your pussy is taking her bright pink dildo in. “i had to… hmph… fill this pretty hole myself first”
“v-vi… ah…”
she grins, eyes flicking to your scrunched up face. one hand comes up to grab your neck, her pace faster than before.
“god, you’ve got the prettiest pussy,” she mumbles under her breath.
“make her cum already,” abby, the vicepresident, crosses her arms over her chest to hide her already hardened nipples. “your turn was over like 2 minutes ago”
“fuck off,” vi barks back, but her thrusts start going deeper after the comment. your eyes roll to the back of your head, and she chooses to focus on making you feel well instead. “hear that, pretty girl? they’re all dying to fuck you too, but i’m… shit… i’m the one breaking you in”
the familiar feeling of an orgasm hits you out of a sudden, and you moan as your legs instinctively close around vi’s hips and pull her closer.
a whimper escapes your lips as you feel vi pull out of you.
“wait don’t— oh fuck!”
abby practically jumps at you, her mouth latching onto your nipple as her fingers quickly slide inside you. she doesn’t waste any time, curling them and finding that sweet, spongy spot inside you.
“shit, baby, you’re so fucking wet,” abby groans, teeth nibbling your nipple carefully as she starts pumping her fingers in and out of you.
“a-a-abby! fuck,” your back arches, but abby is quick to grab your hips and push you down onto the mattress again.
“stay still,” her hands holding your body tight enough to leave a mark. “i’ve barely started and you’re already screaming out my name, baby. imagine what i could do with a third finger”
as if on cue, she introduces a new finger inside you.
“be fucking nice,” vi slaps abby’s back, but she can’t help staring at the way her fingers disappear into your pussy.
abby doesn’t even listen to her. her lips are parted as her own clit pulses in desperation, loving the wet sounds you’re making, how tight you feel around her fingers.
you cum for the second time just a minute later, body shaking as abby helps you ride out your high.
you open your eyes at the abrupt coldness of her absence as you feel her fingers slip out of you, but they get immediately replaced by something wet, plump and soft.
you glance down and are met with the beautiful sight of ellie, the newest recruit who has barely spoken throughout this whole ordeal, lapping at your pussy as if it was her last meal.
she looks up at you just as she takes a slow, teasing lick at your folds, her hands coming up to grab your thighs softly before she dives back in.
“i-i can’t,” you try to push yourself up onto your shoulders, but your body betrays you with a slight tremble.
“you’re not leaving ellie out of all the fun, are you baby?” abby smacks your left tit, making you whimper in response.
vi pushes your hair out of your face, her hand settling down at your jaw as she grabs it firmly. “you can take one more, pretty girl”
ellie’s tongue starts circling your clit, and she has no self-restraint as her fellow friends. the heat becomes unbearable for her, she can feel her own underwear covered in slick, and she starts humping the edge of the bed looking for friction.
when you come undone for the third time, your fingers tangle themselves in ellie’s hair and push her forward against your entrance. it’s the hair pulling that does it for her, and she moans against your pussy while she cums right after you.
“good job,” vi caresses your cheek, a lopsided smirk on her face. “welcome to the phi vixens”
“we’re going to make a great team,” abby gives your nipple a last pinch.
ellie lifts her face from your pussy, eyes half-lidded as she sighs, “i call first dibs tomorrow”
Just imagine getting fucked hard by Abby while she fucking coos at you condescendingly and strokes the bulge her strap creates in your tummy.
You’re a fucking sobbing, slobbering mess and here she is caressing your tummy and letting you feel exactly where she’s pounding deep into.
Your eyes are so fucking blurry you can’t even see her clearly, your face burns with deep humiliation but then she speaks, “there’s my sweetest little girl, look at you taking mommy’s strap so well, there she is,” she rubs the bulge, her big hand engulfing it easily, “there it is, hmm? You want mommy to fill you up more?”
She manhandles you with ease, years of weight training finally paying off as she repositions you on your hands and knees.
Before you can crawl away, she wraps one muscular arm around your waist and slams her strap in your wrecked hole, bulging your tummy visibly.
You gag on your own spit, cough and cry harder.
“Abby—oh… oh, it’s deep.”
Your hand flies to grab at the bulge, her hand joins in on top.
cw ; oral, abby is practically making out with your cunt, vibrator used, big clit!abby, overstimulation, multiple orgasms
synopsis ; abby gets off from pleasuring you.
The buzzing of the toy fills the room as Abby holds the vibrator to her own engorged clit—nerves stimulated by the toy’s relentless buzzing. She moves the vibrator up and down on her clit with a shaky hand as her mouth focuses on you.
She’s been eating you out for hours now. You’re exhausted in the best way, your cunt is soaked with her spit and your arousal. You’re twitching, moaning, drooling.
“Abby, I don’t know if I can take anymore,” you say in a meek, small voice.
Abby smirks into your pussy, “you’re gonna take more,” even as she says that, the pleasure makes her own voice crack, but she’s determined.
You grip the sheets when you feel her tongue dipping inside again, tongue-fucking you. Her nose nudges your clit teasingly as her tongue works. She’s good at this, almost way too good. Your legs are faced with a challenge; try not to close around Abby’s head and restrict her oxygen.
You know she’ll like that, but you don’t want her dying face first in your pussy.
She licks up a bold stripe of your vulva. You gasp, your hips pushing off the bed. She pins you back down and kisses your cunt sloppily before driving her tongue back inside your weeping slit.
“Abby, I really don’t think I can take more,” you protest weakly.
Abby looks up, the lower half of her mouth soaked in your juices, “then, don’t think.”
You pout at that and she goes back to kissing your pussy sloppy-style. She’s obsessed with the way you taste. Her fingers hold you open, her other hand focusing on holding the vibrator on her pussy.
You feel her tongue teasing your g-spot again for what feels like the hundredth time. “I’m gonna cum again,” you mewl, holding her there, your fingers tightening in her hair.
Abby doesn’t let the sting of her scalp deter her. She keeps going and—you cum with a loud moan of her name and at the same time—Abby’s pussy walls flutter as a blissful orgasm crashes over her. Her eyes roll back, she pushes her tongue deeper and lets it stay there as she comes down from her high.
