this man is the very definition of “I will match your mood”. I think he’s the most “gentle” out of the entire group, especially when he’s conscious of his actions. He won’t push you too hard when you’re tired, but when you’re eager and horny? yeah he’s serving you like his queen.
“Jinu!” you gasp, your cute thighs squeezing his head ever so harder. He offered a quick session before his concert, but he’s already made you cum more than six times by his fingers.
“Yes, my love?” his lips grazed you clit, giving you soft kisses everywhere but where you wanted them. He was teasing you, making you too tired to walk back to being his manager. Your legs were draped over his shoulders, your back against the cold leather of the black sofa.
You moaned, feeling his tongue press flat against your wet pussy. The smell of sex filled the small room, where at any moment anyone could come in. You grab a fist of his hair, nearly gasping;
“If you don’t fuck me with that tongue, I’ll ride it myself—“
A squeak escapes your lips as he grabs your legs, and moves you forward until his nose pokes at your little nub. His eyes narrow, and you feel his smile;
“I thought you’d never ask, Princess.”
Romance ! - the worshipper
this man is an absolute flirt and tease, but he loves you so much. he loves having you on his lap as he fucks your trembling pussy, but adores it more when he devours you. it just so happens he likes romantic baths with you and being your personal “massager”.
“Do you like it when I press my fingers here, hm?”
The warm water of the tub swishes silently as you struggle to hold on to the edge. Rose petals litter the water and stick to your bare skin. Only a single kanzashi holds your soaked hair together, a gift by no one other than the man caressing your lower back and swiping your clit effortlessly.
You’re practically arched on the edge of the tub. Your hands hold yourself up on the bottom wall as your ass pokes out of the tub, where Romance licks at your wet flesh.
“Y-yeah,” you moan, feeling his tongue circle around your tight hole, “When are we g-gonna finish? I have to go to work—“
You yelp when he smacks your thigh, growling, “Your work can wait, for now,” he smiles, tension easing, “I think this spot here,” his tongue enters your pussy with a sudden slurp, his jaw practically gnawing at you.
He doesn’t get to finish when you ask, “Y-you’re not gonna eat me like this, right? Wait until—“
Romance laughs, making your cunt flutter;
“Oh, I’m making sure you’re getting massaged inside out, baby.”
Mystery ! - the secret pussy monster
this man got hidden talent and you can’t tell me otherwise. he’s non-chalant outside, doesn’t know you and doesn’t touch you. but the moment you guys are alone, he’s a fuck bunny. he can’t take a second without you; a real passionate lover with surreal skill and knowledge about your body. test him if you want, but you’ll always end up with a cummy mess between your legs.
“Myst—!”
Another moan escapes you, and you instantly cover your mouth. Your sweetly manicured nails dig into your cheek as your teary eyes peek at the crook of light spilling from the door.
Mystery has you against the wall, his large hands holding your legs up as his thumbs open your wet folds. His masterful tongue slurps and fucks your sweet cunt. It’s only five more minutes until his debut, and instead of talking with his demon friends, he chose to eat his darling below the stage.
His tongue flicks your swollen nub as he murmurs, “If you don’t stay quiet little one, then they might come down,”
Your eyes look straight down at the orbs peeking from his overgrown hair as he claws the sweet plush of your legs, “And you know I really don’t like sharing food, don’t you?”
As his sweetly trained human, you nod feverishly, and let your teeth sink into the flesh of your palm. His name is just like his demeanor, an utter mystery. Because next thing you know, you’re cumming just off his words, your orgasm being ridden by his sharp teeth morphing in.
“Yes little one, keep going.”
He sinks his fangs onto the fat of your inner thigh, right at the beat when his name is announced for entry.
Abs ! - the combo daddy
he’s strong and he knows it. he takes pride in his fingering + demon tongue combo. and it doesn’t matter what you wear or where it is, he’s always patting his muscled leg for you to hump on. he only wants his meal warmed up after all.
“Your pussy looks so fucking gorgeous like yesterday,” his words were punctuated with each kiss on your glistening sore folds, “Just so good.”
You kept your legs open, your hands holding the back of your thighs and pushing it towards your tummy. A light jingle came from your anklet, well kind of— it was a chain that kept you tied to your sides. So your hands and feet had to be close together, there was no other way around it.
The gag on your smeared lips smothered every moan and slurry word you’d say, keeping you nice and quiet to Abs. His thick fingers were felt deeply as he curved them up your spongey walls, making a sloppy squishy sound. The demon sucked and made hickies all around your aching pussy, marking his territory.
He was teasing you horribly, and you knew that. Your head tipped back, your throat making a gutteral nose when Abs mixed his wet muscle with his digits, stretching your pulsating hole evermore.
It felt so good, but so wrong as you felt his tongue grow in you, almost like a tentacle leaving every spot of you untouched. The violet boy peered up at you, seeing you struggle to keep your weight above. He only chuckled, a motion strong enough to allow his markings to fade in;
“You’re doing such a good job, baby. Keep it up and I might just reward you.”
Baby ! - mister sloppy
he’s so messy, but he cleans up— don’t worry. he loves to drool on your cunt because he doesn’t believe in “lube”…well unless it’s some food kink he has going on. he loves it when you wear short skirts, or his oversized clothing and no panties. he’s a perv, but a dominant one. if he tells you to “come here”, you better come there, or else he’s gonna start spanking you.
“Now, what did I say about walking around like that, hm?”
Another spank on your pussy made you yelp, but inside you simply adored it. You loved it when he grabbed your neck, squeezing it and rubbing your cunt as he slapped it.
Your hands clutch at the arm around your neck, whining as you kick your legs up;
“I jus’ wanted to show you the new dress you bought me…!”
Baby scoffed, his middle and ring finger jerking your clit slowly; “So you decide to flaunt this wet meal of mine out in public? That’s not very cool, y’know.”
“Well,” you squirmed, nearly choking as he tightened his hold on your neck, “You haven’t eaten me out since—“
“Oh, so my pretty little girl wanted me to eat her pussy?” his voice made your body flush with new rigor, your pussy clamping on his long fingers, “Well why didn’t you say so?”
Instantly, you were tossed on the floor; your behind was pulled upwards, making you arch on his legs as you held yourself up on the floor. The precious red dress was rolled up to your waist, and you felt all your blood rushing to your head at the position.
You saw Baby’s foot tapping as he hummed a rhythm, and felt him lick his tongue up your opening. A gasp escaped your lips, making you shiver when he spat on your cunt;
“I have this new beat I’ve been meaning to use, mind if I do a lip choreography on this sweet pussy?”
You didn’t even get to reply when he went right on fucking his tongue in your aching hole, making you mewl as you pushed your hips upward.
Oh how loved it when he made out with your pretty pussy.
A/N: Wow. Okay this got a lot more attention than I expected it to in three days. Sorry this part took me a little longer to write but it has one-on-one interactions with each member, that’s why it’s longer than the other parts.
Also, sorry but I’ve reached the maximum number of mentions I can have in the tag list so the tag list is closed!
By majority vote, I will be giving the Saja Boys Korean names so depending on the situation and point of view, they’ll either be referred to as their stage names or their Korean names.
If you guys have any ideas for outtakes, leave them in the comments below!
TW: I needed some way for the reader’s stress to manifest, like how Rumi struggles to sing as the pattern progresses. This manifested as a form of self mutilation, mostly just scratching when stressed or anxious. Insecurity and self deprecating thoughts ahead as well!
Edit (7/11/25): Please do not steal or plagiarize my work, I worked hard on this series and have a lot of pride in it.
Word Count: 6,388
Baby: Jum (king)
Romance: Chungae (noble and love)
Mystery: Hyeon (virtuous, worthy, able)
Abby: Kwan (one who is strong)
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7
The four boys knew that they had to talk to Jinu about what they found out about (Y/n) and, by default, her sister the hunter. But, they were summoned by Gwi Ma before they had a chance to. They appeared in the middle of a crowd of cheering demons so the boys fell into their idol personas, smiling and pandering to the crowd.
They couldn’t help how their chests clenched when Gwi Ma forced them back into their demon forms.
And then Jinu joined them, standing at the top of the mountain before Gwi Ma’s fire. “One of the Hunters and her sister bears my mark, but I have no control over them.”
The four boys shared looks with each other out of the corners of their eyes. Gwi Ma was in their heads, of course he already knew.
“That’s good. This means that they have shame. We’ll find out what it is and we can use it to destroy the Hunters for good,” Jinu plotted with a sly smirk.
“I’ve taught you well, Jinu.”
Gwi Ma dismissed the five boys back to the human world and they popped to the place they shared. “Hey, boss, we should talk about what we’re gonna do.”
The five spread across the living area, Kwan laying across the couch as Chungae picked up his legs so he could sit before replacing Kwan legs.
Jum sat on the ground, scrolling through his phone like he didn’t care but his eyes kept glancing up and around at the others.
Hyeon sat on the arm of the couch, picking at his lip even though he shouldn’t. It was hard to get used to not having his tusks anymore… It’s kinda become a tick at this point.
Jinu stood in front of them, “We need to find out what shame the Hunter and her sister have. To do that, we need to get close to them, make them comfortable around us.”
“You’ve had the most interaction with the Hunter, right? So she’ll be more open to you I think,” Chungae mused thoughtfully.
“But, there isn’t just one of us that the sister has spent more time with,” Jum pointed out.
None of the boys wanted to admit that they each knew your name, it would mean admitting that you had caught at least a little bit of their attention, enough to remember you.
“Well, I was the one that carried her tonight,” Chungae flipped his hair, smiling smugly.
“Hey hey, I was the one she was flirting with during the fight. And she was eyeing my abs so I should talk to her,” Kwan crossed his arms, nudging Chungae’s stomach with his foot.
“I was the one who won the spicy challenge, I feel like I should be the one to get close to her,” Jum added his own input.
Hyeon wanted to add his own argument but he didn’t think knowing your scent would really go in his favor… But his jaw itched to sink his teeth into your skin. Gently! He just wanted to bite you… affectionately…
Jinu pinched the bridge of his nose. He could see where the four were coming from and he was a bit disappointed that he already had the role of getting close to the Hunter but he couldn’t do anything about it. You were so cute when you were flustered too…
“You can all take a try at it, it’s four chances of her opening up to one of you so it should be fine. Just don’t overwhelm her or it’ll look sketchy,” Jinu told them. He dug through the stationary they had around, writing out a note for Derpy and his bird friend to deliver to the Hunter.
“I’m heading out.”
~~~
‘Was it bad that you were glad the girls hadn’t caught up to the Saja Boys…?’
You had run back to the Huntr/x tower, looking ridiculous with your arms inside your sweatshirt to cover your arms and very thankful that there weren’t any civilians out then. You tapped your foot impatiently as the elevator took you up and then you sprinted to your room to put on a different sweatshirt with a high neck tank top under to cover the marks spreading up your neck.
The girls were a few minutes behind you. You changed just in time to greet them with your first aid kit.
Rumi burst out of the elevator with a cry of your name, “You’re okay, right?!” She grabbed your arms, scanning you over frantically, checking for bruises or scratches.
“Those dirty playing demons,” Zoey fumed, stomping with her arms crossed childishly. “You are okay though, right, (Y/n)?”
Mira huffed, following the other two out of the elevator, “She’s fine guys, she doesn’t have a scratch.” You didn’t miss how her eyes scanned over you though, making sure that you really were alright.
“What were you thinking?!” Rumi stressed, grabbing your face in her hands to pull you closer to her. “Going after them?! You could’ve been hurt! You could’ve been…!” Rumi trailed off, the words stuck in her throat.
You could’ve been found out. Your pattern could’ve been seen. You’d have to tell Rumi later that the boys had ripped your sleeves.
But for now, you smiled with a light laugh, “I’m fine, Rumi, I promise. Let me patch you guys up, you guys look a little… eesh.” You grimaced as you took a good look at all the scratches on their faces. They were not offended, they completely understood.
The girls relaxed and let you tend to their scratches and bruises before going to change into lounge clothes and then coming back to see the Honmoon.
Thankfully, they bought your explanation that you lost the boys due to Gwi Ma summoning them and had headed back to the tower to wait for them, you had explained while you patched them up.
The girls stood at the window, looking at the red corrupting the Honmoon as you put the first aid supplies away and moved to the kitchen. You glanced at them with furrowed brows as you got out the ingredients for kimbap.
Then the elevator came up with Bobby, “Girls?”
The girls whipped out their compacts to aggressively cover the wounds on their faces and turned to greet him, “Hey Bobby!”
You threw the first aid supplies in one of the cupboards as you shook your head. You couldn’t help but find it amusing how well trained they were by now in covering up scrapes and bruises from their hunting.
You heard Bobby swiping through TikTok, and couldn’t help the way your shoulders bounced as the chorus of Soda Pop played on a loop.
“Zoey!”
“Bobby! Control those shoulders!”
You froze awkwardly. At least they hadn’t caught you… You focused on making the kimbap a little more aggressively, your head ducked down to avoid attention. It was such a catchy song…
You hunched down further when Rumi started plotting an aggressive diss track to perform at the International Idol Awards.
“Zoey, we’re gonna need a new song!”
“I got twenty-three notebooks full of demon insults ready to go.”
“Yeah! Let’s make it thirty notebooks!”
“Mira, the choreography?”
“Yup. Making them hotter.”
“Backup dancers, ready to go.”
“(Y/n),” you gave a strained smile at the sudden call of your name, standing at attention and thankfully not cutting your fingers with the knife in your hand. “Visuals?”
“Already making a mental Pinterest board!”
“Team of designers, ready for your call!”
“We’ll write a brand new song. A diss track to expose those Saja Boys.”
“And send those disgusting demons back to the depths where they belong!”
You bit back a grimace as the girls started raging enthusiastically.
“Yeah!”
“Yeah!”
“YeaHHH!”
“YeahHHH!”
“…”
“YEAHHH!!”
And then they ran off to their rooms to get started or rest or something… You sighed, carrying the plate of finished kimbap rolls over to stand next to Bobby to stare flatly after them.
Welp. More for you. You held out the plate to Bobby, “Kimbap?”
“Oh, thanks (Y/n)!”
You wrapped up the rest of the rolls except for one, taking it with you. You paused at Rumi’s door, raising your hand to knock. But you hesitated.
You should tell Rumi that the Saja Boys saw your pattern. Them knowing was a threat because then they also knew that Rumi had patterns too. But… maybe they would just think you were the only one with a demon pattern…? You’d have to talk to them.
So you lowered your hand and kept walking to your room. You shut the door behind you, almost screaming in surprise when a hand slapped over your mouth and dragged you out your balcony door and jumped up to the roof of the tower.
When they released you, you took a deep breath and scrambled away to put distance between you and your kidnapper. “You gotta stop doing that!”
Romance couldn’t help but chuckle, waving his hands disarmingly, “Sorry sorry, I just wanted to chat with you.”
You bit your lip. They knew about your pattern. “About what?” You asked, on guard.
“Your pattern.” There it is. “You’re part demon.”
“So what?” You snapped defensively, hugging your arms even though you knew your skin was covered.
“I was curious,” He admitted openly, brushing some hair out of his face as he leaned back against the edge of the small roof balcony. “You don’t hear him, do you?”
“No. W-wait, who?” You backpedaled, you had refused on instinct and then you registered what he said.
He looked at you obviously, “Gwi Ma. You didn’t make a deal with him? All demons hear his voice, constantly reminding them of… their shame.”
You loosened from your defensive pose, surprised by the vulnerable look on his face. He didn’t seem to want to hurt you, so you relaxed and leaned against the edge behind you, keeping your distance for now.
“Shame?” You echoed curiously.
He looked at you, analyzing you, “It’s all demons do, feel their shame and all the emotions that come with it. These patterns,” He held up his arm, his patterns glowing as he did. “They show that each demon carries a deep shame with them…”
Then he was in front of you, taking your hand as you gasped softly. Your own pattern started glowing through your clothes, “You do too, sweetheart…”
Your grip tightened on his hand. You looked down as your heart squeezed painfully. Yeah… you do…
“Romance—“
“Call me Chungae,” He interrupted you softly.
“Chungae. You… you guys won’t tell the others, right? Rumi… Rumi and I aren’t ready yet, but… we want to be the ones to tell them…” You hesitantly asked through stumbling words. They knew. They must know that you and Rumi are part demon…
You couldn’t help but think of all the moments you’ve wanted to share your secret with Mira and Zoey. You want to go to the bathhouse with them. You want to go to the beach. You want to be able to wear your skin comfortably instead of the itching, crawling feeling you get at just the idea of wearing shorts or a tank top.
But it wasn’t your choice whether you told them or not. It wasn’t your secret to tell. It was Rumi’s.
Chungae scanned your face, his look softening as he brushed a bit of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “I don’t know about the others, but I won’t tell.”
You couldn’t help but relax at the reassurance, your face warmer at his touch. These boys really weren’t evil, they were so… human.
You looked away, “You should go before the other girls come looking for me.”
Chungae couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your shy demeanor. How cute… It’s like the first time you met all over again, how cute and shy you were when the five of them invited you to their debut. “Of course.”
You gasped as he smoothly swept you into his arms and leapt down to your balcony as you bit back a shriek. When you got down from his arms, you couldn’t help but bend over with your hands on your knees, taking deep breaths to settle your heart from the shock of being carried down from one height to another. “Stop doing that!” You whisper shouted at him, disgruntled.
“Sorry sorry, darling, I’ll go now,” Chungae hopped up to the railing of your balcony, stopping to look over his shoulder at you, “Oh. You should know that the others are also interested in seeing you. Just a heads up.”
He smiled slyly before jumping and disappearing in a dramatic poof of demon magic. “Wait, huh!?”
You grabbed a pillow to scream into.
Oh wait. Your kimbap!
~~~
And they did.
The next day, you were out looking at fabrics for the visuals of the diss track the girls were working on. Something like their battle outfits would work good but with sharp color accents to make it pop and fit the stage. Less spikes too, a little less aggressive but fans will probably like the dark look. Maybe in a music video, the girls could use their weapons so then if they pull them out on stage, they just look like props and special effects…?
Oh. There’s a boy walking next to you.
“… Can I help you…?”
Hands stuffed in his pockets, looking around with a disinterested look but a spark of curiosity shone in his eyes underneath the hat hiding his features, “No. I’m good.”
“Okayyy… you do you, Baby” You decided to just keep going about your business as Baby followed at your side.
“Jum,” He corrected you.
“Uhm, okay, Jum…” You kept looking at the maknae out of the corner of your eye as he followed you into fabric shops, looking around curiously or scrolling on his phone as you talked with the owners.
“Hey,” You stopped on the sidewalk when Jum tugged on your sleeve, pointing over to a shop window, “What’s that?”
You looked over, “A cat cafe…?” You looked at him strangely. How old was he again…?
Jum was quiet for a moment. “Let’s go in.” He was already walking in before you could respond. You didn’t have to follow him, he had just decided to follow you after all, but—ughhhh!
You followed him in.
Going in, he looked like a lost kid. He was looking around at the tables and the people. “Welcome! How many people today and for how long?”
“Uhhh…”
You came up behind him, smiling at the host, “Table for two, just for an hour please.”
“Alright, right this way!”
Ah man, why did you follow him again…? Jum trailed after you as you followed the host into the sectioned off area to a booth by a window. “Someone will be by to take your order in a moment. Please feel free to give the cats treats!”
“Thank you!” You called after her as you sat, setting down your work bag as Jum slid into the seat across from you. He was staring. You followed his gaze to see he was in a staring contest with a black cat. You looked between the two of them, back and forth. It was kind of adorable.
“Pick what you want to order and then we can try and tempt some cats over.”
Jum didn’t know what to order. He was one of the few born in the demon realm, he had never been to the human realm before as the prince of a small territory. Not that the title mattered much with Gwi Ma ruling.
“If you wanna start simple, a coffee or hot chocolate would be good hot drinks. Or a vanilla or chocolate milkshake if you want something cold. For food, the sandwiches are good if you want something savory but the strawberry shortcake looks good for something sweet.”
You were almost tempted to recommend a soda pop for him but you’ve seen enough TikToks of fans giving them different sodas.
Jum took in the information you gave him with a hum, scanning over the menu again.
You ordered, Jum ended up getting a coffee and the strawberry shortcake. You almost laughed at the contrasting flavors he would be experiencing. But you pulled over the little container of cat treats, “Alright, let's see if we can get a few kitties over.”
Jum perked up at the same time as some of the cats as the container clinked as you opened it. Three cats hurried over, and you couldn’t help but laugh brightly as they jumped up on the bench to climb in your lap and over your shoulders, nuzzling your face cutely for treats. “Hey, settle down! You’ll get your treats!”
Jum’s face softened at the sight. You laughing so carelessly, smiling brightly as the fluffy creatures swarmed around you while your face flushed with joy. He couldn’t help but sneak a few photos and sent one to the Saja chat smugly. He ignored the chat as it started going off.
The two of you played with the cats for a while. The wondrous look on Jum’s face as he first pet a cat was adorable and you really wanted to take a picture but the girls were always taking selfies on the first phone they could grab. You couldn’t risk them seeing it.
You had the same urge when you saw his face as he first tasted his coffee and then his cake. It was soooo adorable…
Before the two of you went your separate ways, Jum quietly told you that he wouldn’t spill your secret.
~~~
You watched from backstage as the girls politely clapped on screen, the boys awarded as the top artist of the week. They were really starting to make progress on their diss track but you couldn’t help but distance yourself from the project. The lyrics that were unfolding made you uncomfortable in a different way from how Golden did.
Golden had lines about not hiding anymore and being honest but it just felt like a lie whenever Rumi sang it with the girls. But Takedown… was strictly about killing demons because they were evil, unfeeling monsters that didn’t deserve to live. It made your skin crawl and you couldn’t help but itch at your arms and neck from time to time when you heard them discussing it.
You turned to make your way back to the girls’ dressing room to meet them once the awards ended and they left the stage. You could hear clapping again, the awards must have ended. And then you were swept away. Into a closet.
‘What was with these guys?!’ You were pinned against a shelf of cleaning supplies, a thick arm caging you in above you. Another held out a flower to you. “Hey there, babe~”
You crossed your arms, looking up at him unimpressed. Well… there was a little flush on your cheeks. “Hi Abby. What is this, a shoujo manga?”
He tsked, smirking playfully down at you, “Come on, babe, can’t spare a guy a warmer welcome?”
“Not when he and his friends keep sweeping me away for their whims. What did you want?” You plucked the flower from his hand, rolling the stem between your fingers.
Abby chuckled, his arm flexing as he swept his hair out of his face. “Well, our two youngest got to spend some one-on-one time with you and I wanted my turn. Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”
You hesitated. And not for the reasons you should’ve. “I… I have to get dinner ready for the girls…”
“What are you, their housewife?” He raised a brow down at you.
You grimaced as the words hit a little close to home. Yeah, he hit the nail right on the head. “I guess… they can order take out tonight…”
“Yes! Come on, before the other boys catch up!” Abby cheered, taking your wrist and jogging out of the closet and to the nearest exit.
“Hey!”
“Abby!”
“No fair!” You heard the cries of the other Saja Boys behind you as he dragged you along. You chuckled. The other demon boys could easily catch up if they wanted to. But dang, you dropped your flower back there…
A few streets over, you stopped as Abby slowed down barely out of breath, in contrast to you who was panting like a dog. Oh man, you felt way too gross to be with this man right now.
“So… I actually don’t know any good spots to eat at…”
You laughed at his sheepish expression. “Come on, there are some good food stalls at the night market.”
Without thought, you took his hand and led the way. When you got there, it turned out that Abby wasn’t picky about his food at all and that he could pack away a lot of food. You guys went from stall to stall, you were amazed as Abby charmed the older sellers, chatting with them as if they had known each other for a long time. Whatever food you couldn’t finish, Abby happily did.
“What are you? Some demon trash disposal? Where does it all go?” You asked him as he finished off the last of the chicken skewers you both had been eating.
“Straight to my muscles of course,” He smirked, flexing cheekily with a wink.
You laughed and shoved him jokingly. Then, a curious thought occurred to you, “Hey Abby? Can I… ask what the demon realm is like?”
He blinked, surprised by the question but you just continued looking forward, not meeting his eyes. He copied you, looking ahead as the two of you walked.
“It’s dark and depressing. The sky is red like it’s on fire and the ground is dry and desolate. Nothing grows there. There are two main types of demons: those that formed from souls fed to Gwi Ma and those that lost their souls making deals with Gwi Ma. There are also demons born from other demons but those are rare.”
You frowned in thought, not responding for a long moment. So, demons really could feel emotions. Did that mean… that your dad really did love your mom…?
Abby noticed your expression, lost in deep thought, “What’cha thinking about there, babe?”
You didn’t answer for a moment, too many thoughts trailing in too many different directions… “Nothing important. So, which are you guys, Abby?”
Abby hummed, “Call me Kwan,” he said, letting you change the subject. He couldn’t help but let you in a little closer. He thought if he just kept using his stage name with you, he could keep a little distance between you, keep the mission in mind. But… he wanted to let you close.
“Well, with the exception of Jum, we’re all humans that made deals with Gwi Ma years ago out of desperation. I…” Kwan trailed off and the two of you stopped by the river to sit on a bench in a quiet area. “I was born during an old war. I wasn’t strong enough to protect my family when it counted, so I asked Gwi Ma for strength to protect those I cared about.” He laughed sarcastically, “How well that turned out for me…”
You frowned, taking his hand slowly, hesitantly offering comfort from the obviously dark memories and regrets swimming through his head. He smiled softly at you, squeezing your hand as the two of you looked out over the river. There was nothing for either of you to say at that moment, but you understood each other.
~~~
After that interaction with Kwan, the girls noticed you were lost in thought more often, but they didn’t bring it up, figuring you were just deep in thought about the visuals and clothes for the new song. You often got lost in a new project when it really inspired you.
Except you didn’t like the new song. It was just so hateful towards demons and after you knew most demons come from human souls in some shape or form, you couldn’t fully support it. Especially with your own pattern steadily spreading across your skin. You had to start using a salve to help with the scratching the stress was causing. If they spread too much more, you would have to start wearing a face mask…
Now that you think about it, the only Saja Boys you haven’t really talked to are Jinu and Mystery. Which one would ambush you next? Was it bad that you were looking forward to it?
You needed a break from the girls. As the Honmoon corruption got worse and more demons came through, they got more tense and enthusiastic with the new diss track. So, you went to the park to sit and just breathe for a few minutes. You sat on a bench under the shade of a tree, head back and eyes closed under the sun as you took a deep breath. Someone was playing Soda Pop nearby and you could hear Golden somewhere too…
Your eyes snapped open when arms wrapped around you from behind a nose buried into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath. You flushed deep red, shrieking as you leapt to the other end of the bench. A hand pressed to your chest to settle your racing heart you turned to see it was a sulky Mystery, pouting at you pulling away so quickly.
“It’s just me,” He said.
“Personal space, dude!” You cried vehemently, your face still a dark red. Mystery circled the bench to sit next to you. Like, right next to you. Your thighs were touching. You deadpan at him, “This is not personal space, man.”
Mystery just tilted his head at you. It was nice to see you with the sun shining down on you like this. And your scent was so comforting when it filled his senses, he couldn’t help but burrow his nose in the crook of your neck. It made his teeth itch to bite again.
“How do you guys keep finding me? Do you have some kind of tracker or something…?”
“Nah, it’s mostly by chance,” Mystery told you, casually taking your hand to play with your fingers and the rings you had on. He didn’t tell you how Jinu’s bird was keeping an eye or three on you… He didn’t remember much about social normalities from when he was human, but he could remember that telling someone they were being watched was weird.
You shook your head and let him do as he pleased, taking a deep breath and tilting your head back to enjoy the sun while closing your eyes.
Then there was a tugging on your hand, “Let’s go.”
You didn’t get a chance to respond or ask where you were going before he was tugging you off the bench and away. “Wait, Mystery, where are we going?” You almost slapped a hand over your mouth, hoping no one heard that it was one of the Saja Boys out in public.
“Hyeon. De-stress,” he said simply. Then he was pulling you into an arcade. You didn’t really know how playing some games at an arcade would help you relax
But at least you didn’t have to pay to play because Hyeon was already pulling out his wallet! Don’t get it wrong, you could pay for stuff yourself, but it was refreshing after eating so much food with Jum and Kwan. You refused to let them pay for your food and you didn’t pay for theirs either but it was still money…
When Hyeon had the prepaid wristbands, he turned to hand one to you with a small smile, “Sometimes, you just need to act like a kid.”
You blinked. And then he was pulling you to the first game he saw with that small content smile and you couldn’t help but laugh.
You were pretty sure he also just wanted to go to an arcade…
Hyeon was right though. Playing those games, you couldn’t help but laugh and as you became more competitive with him, you forgot what was bugging you. You laughed louder and became more comfortable treating him like a close friend, pushing him and bickering as he gave you a little smug smirk when he won and a sulky pout when he lost. You had to pull him back when he started barking at a few people that tried to rush the two of you at some games…
It was late by the time you both left, matching ugly keychains in hand from the prize shop.
“… Thanks Hyeon, I really needed that,” You smiled at him as you stopped at the park where you would both be going your own ways.
He smiled, taking your hand in his. “Of course, princess. Anything to see that smile on your face.”
Oh boy. You didn’t think Hyeon would be the cheesy one but he said it so seriously before placing a kiss on your hand.
You shook yourself, your face flushing red as you steeled yourself, “Hey, I am not a princess!” You crossed your arms.
Hyeon smirked a little, “I don’t think you can handle what I really want to call you so princess will do for now.”
Your jaw couldn’t help but drop as your face flushed darker.
“See you soon, princess,” he said, and then he was walking away and you just stared after him, speechless.
‘What did he mean by that?! Ugh, stupid hot demon boys…’
~~~
Another award show passed and Golden won most played song of the week. But tensions were still high as the Saja Boys took over more and more of the billboards, they were all anyone could see on TikTok too, more fans joining the Pride.
Your nervous scratching was getting worse, you had to go out and get another salve. Thankfully, the girls were too focused on Takedown and demon hunting to keep track of when you were in or out of the tower. It hurt you a little though, that you fell to the wayside so easily.
You were mindlessly scratching over your sleeve with the salve safely wrapped in a small paper bag in your arms as you started the walk back to the tower. You needed to talk to the design team about what you had in mind and to the producers about visuals for a possible music video.
“What’cha got there, pretty girl?”
You turned to see him leaning against the wall in the shadows of an alley. You sighed, “Do you plan these dramatic encounters or do they just come naturally to you?”
Jinu chuckled, standing straight but his eyes lingered on the bag in your arms and the arm where you had been scratching. “Being an idol calls for a flare for the dramatic,” He shrugged.
You chuckled at his antics but then his hand snapped out to grab your wrist. Panicked, you tried to pull away as he pushed your sleeve up. You forgot that he knew about your pattern so it wasn’t those marks he was looking at.
No, it was the red scratch marks littering your arm where the pattern was darkest.
He snapped his eyes up to glare at you, pulling you somewhere, “What’s so bad that you scratch yourself to such a degree?”
You had no answer for him besides shame… So you didn’t say anything.
He sighed. Jinu ended up taking you to a small plaza, not many people around as he sat you on the edge of a fountain. He pulled out the small glass container of salve you had gotten, reading the ingredients with narrow eyes before opening it and smelling it.
Jinu tsked before taking your arm to gently apply the salve to each bleeding scratch and red mark, “The herbs used today are so bad, not as effective as the ones grown years ago… too much pollution…” He murmured to himself.
You couldn’t help but smile at his care. “Thanks Jinu…”
He glanced up and faltered, remembering who he was and who he was with as he quickly but carefully finished up, fumbling a little as his cheeks pinked, “Oh, ah, it’s fine, don’t mention it.” He quickly screwed the cap on of the salve and practically shoved it in your hands before awkwardly sitting down next to you.
Wow. Jinu was the most awkward of the group it seemed. Was Baby really the maknae of the group? You giggled at how the tips of his ears were red and he refused to look at you.
“Is it really… that bad living with the patterns…?”
You froze at his hesitant question. You gripped your arm over your sleeve to keep from scratching more at the flare of stress you felt. You couldn’t look at him. “I don’t know… I started scratching when I was a kid. It comes and goes depending on what I’m stressed about…”
“Meaning, when you’re stressed about your pattern,” Jinu summarized thoughtfully. You could feel his gaze on the side of your face.
“Yeah…” You avoided his gaze.
Jinu frowned. This wasn’t like the first interaction he had with your sister. That was filled with him trying to gain her trust, trying to convince her that he was the only one that would understand her. It made his stomach curl uncomfortably how she didn’t even argue that you understood her. Were you two not very close?
He saw something different than your sister in you, “You liked your patterns once, didn’t you?”
Your face slackened then hardened, “…I don’t wanna talk about it.”
He frowned but nodded in acceptance anyway. Pushing wouldn’t get him anywhere. “That’s alright, but I can understand what you’re going through,” It was the same thing he told your sister. But with you he couldn’t help but… genuinely mean it. He looked down at his hand. His pattern was a constant reminder of his shame after all. Sometimes he wanted to scratch until they just peeled away too.
“I know, I just… I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it…” You told him. Rumi should be the first one you talked to about this, right? But, wouldn’t she just recycle Aunt Celine’s words at you? Never show your faults (Y/n), never show your pattern (Y/n), you’d betray Rumi and everyone else if you shared your pattern (Y/n), you’re not enough (Y/n).
You shook your head and stood. “I want ice cream.”
He looked up at you with surprise, “Oh. Okay…?”
“Come on.” The shoe was on the other foot now as you started marching to the nearest ice cream shop, not waiting to see if he would follow.
“Wh-what? Wait, what’s happening?” He scrambled after you, confused but going along with your sudden decision.
Jinu followed you into the ice cream shop, sliding on a pair of glasses and a hat to disguise himself. You were already ordering what you wanted, two big scoops of your favorite flavor.
He almost jumped when you suddenly turned to him expectantly. “Oh, uh,” He stuttered, scanning the flavors before him. It felt like he was sweating with the sudden pressure he felt. There were so many names, why were there so many different ice cream names?! “Uh, two scoops of Chuckle Chunk.” He couldn’t even tell you what was in it.
You couldn’t help but giggle at how stiff Jinu was. You hadn’t meant to make him feel pressured but it was pretty adorkable.
The two of you paid and left the shop to eat your ice cream at the fountain. You watched as he hesitantly tried his ice cream. His face lit up.
You chuckled, starting to eat your own ice cream, “How is it?”
Jinu couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah, it’s got these really rich chocolate things and there’s these little white pieces and some salty caramel things too.”
You blinked at how he described it. “How old are you again…?” That was how he described brownie fudge chunks, marshmallow pieces, and sea salt caramel syrup?
He blinked too, “Four hundred…?”
You couldn’t help but balk, “Oh wow, you’re old.”
He deadpanned at you. “And you’re a baby.”
You laughed. Jinu didn’t really know what you were laughing about, maybe just the situation itself but he smiled.
It was easier to be around you than he thought it would be. “Don’t stress too much.”
You looked at him, “It’s kinda hard to avoid stress when Gwi Ma is trying to destroy the Honmoon and feast and the human souls of the whole population. Besides, I’ve got a lot going on: visuals for the girls, keeping our apartment clean, cooking, designing clothes and visuals for them, and then there’s a fan signing event coming up…” You sighed and Jinu grimaced. Wow.
Jinu knew he wasn’t helping with the stress you were going through but he couldn’t help his selfish streak. He wanted his memories gone…
“Just… Cut your nails or wear gloves so you don’t hurt yourself so badly…” Jinu told you.
You smiled. He was… worried for you. It was the first time that someone’s worry didn’t make you feel weak. It wasn’t about your fighting capabilities, it was about your well-being. When was the last time that someone worried about that?
“Thanks Jinu…” You smiled mischievously. “It’s the first time such a pretty boy has shown me such care,” You turned the table on him.
Jinu spontaneously combust. Stuttering as he shoved more ice cream in his mouth to occupy himself but that just made his head hurt.
“Brain freeze!” You laughed.
~~~
The night before the fan signing event, you laid awake in bed. The girls were surely already sleeping so that they could get plenty of rest. But you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Looking back on the past two weeks, you felt more conflicted than you ever had before.
The voice in your head that sounded like Aunt Celine said that you shouldn’t be letting the Saja Boys so close, getting so comfortable with them. The girls were going to kill them anyway so you were just looking to get your heart broken at this rate.
But a small part of yourself whispered that they made you feel safe, seen, heard in a way that you never had been before.
Outtake(s):
Jum(Baby): “Do they make these cakes…spicier?”
You: “Uh…no. No they do not.”
Jum(Baby): *Sadly* “Aw man…”
…
Hyeon(Mystery): *Sees someone just a little too close to you* “Grrrrr…”
You: *Being dragged along as you try to hold him back* “You can’t- Stop! Bad Saja Boy!”
Hyeon(Mystery): *Feral gremlin barking*
…
You: *sick of all these pretty boys flustering you* “What do you want, pretty boy?”
Jinu: *ERROR ERROR ERROR* “Uhhhh…”
…
Huntr/x: “You know, (Y/n) has been disappearing a lot lately… And she never wants to listen to our song…”
Huntr/x: “Maybe she’s uncomfortable with the lyrics?”
Huntr/x: …
Huntr/x: “Nah. She’s just way too inspired by our violent need to eradicate all demons.”
HEYYYYY SO I SAW YOU WAS DOING REQUESTS FOR KPOP DEMON HUNTERS
I loved the movie but the ending wasn’t what I was expecting and wanting😔
By any chance could you do the Saja boys in a poly relationship with reader? And separately the girls poly with reader?
I literally think it would be so much fun to have movie nights lmao and pull pranks on each other lmao😭💀
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “Current Boyfriend” prank on Jinu⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
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Rehearsal had just ended, and the studio air was thick with leftover energy and heat. The mirrors were fogged, the sound system still humming with static, and Jinu—sweaty, flushed, and stunning—was casually sipping water near the doorway.
You pulled out your phone, pretending to check something. Really, you were framing the shot.
He looked over, brows raised. “Filming?”
You smiled. “Just something quick for the fans. Come here.”
He didn’t hesitate—just walked over, still catching his breath from that final run-through, his dark shirt clinging to his back. When he stood beside you, he leaned in slightly, effortlessly falling into idol mode: half-smile, perfect angle, soft gaze.
You started recording.
“Hey guys,” you said sweetly to the camera, smiling like it was any other fan update. “Just wanted to check in, rehearsal’s over—everyone’s tired, sweaty, gorgeous.”
You turned the camera slightly, panning over to Jinu.
“I’m here with my current boyfriend!”
You kept going like it was nothing, turning the camera back to yourself. “Anyway, we’re probably gonna grab food and chill for a bit—”
Behind you, Jinu tilted his head slightly.
“…What?”
You stopped.
“…What?” you echoed innocently, still filming.
He squinted. “Did you just say current boyfriend?”
You bit back a smile. “Yeah. Like, my boyfriend right now. In this moment.”
His eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in that dangerous, calm way Jinu did when he was calculating whether to flirt with you or mildly destroy your entire soul.
“You’ve had others lined up?”
You laughed, finally breaking. “It’s a trend! I was joking!”
He took the phone gently, still in frame, still smiling for the camera like nothing was wrong—but the glint in his eye had shifted.
“You heard her,” he said to the camera. “Apparently, I’m just a placeholder.”
“Jinu—”
He leaned in, eyes never leaving the lens.
“Just so everyone’s clear, I’m not going anywhere. So if I’m the ‘current,’ I plan on being the permanent upgrade.”
He stopped recording.
You stared at him.
“Babe, it was a trend—”
He handed your phone back with a knowing smile. “Post it.”
“…You’re not mad?”
“No,” he said smoothly, grabbing his bag. “But you’re paying for dinner.”
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@ sajaboysimps:
“Current boyfriend” and he paused like a villain origin story. 😭😭😭
@ jinusjawline:
She: “I’m with my current boyfriend!”
Jinu: 🧍♂️❓
@ idolatemyheart:
When he said “permanent upgrade” I blacked out.
@ softlaunchgonewrong:
The way she kept talking like he wasn’t recalculating the entire relationship 💀💀💀
@ kpopdemonkween:
Jinu really said “I’m calm but I will become your husband if you keep playing.” 💍🕶️
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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “i forgot our anniversary ” prank on Baby⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
You had one goal: crack Baby’s fake-cool exterior.
The date was circled on your calendar in pink highlighter and glittery hearts — today marked your six months together. A fact you hadn’t forgotten. Not even close. You had the gift hidden, dinner planned, and a playlist queued.
But he didn’t know that.
So naturally… you decided to mess with him.
You strolled into the practice room like it was any other day, sipping your drink, phone in hand. Baby was lounging in a chair, jacket off, tank top on, towel draped around his neck. Hair tousled. Glistening post-workout glow. Casual heartthrob chaos.
“Hey,” he said, smiling without meaning to — one of those real ones, the rare kind.
“Hey,” you replied, completely flat. You sat beside him, scrolling through your phone. “Long day.”
He blinked. “Uh… yeah. Kinda.”
Silence.
He waited.
You offered him a sip of your drink. No affection. No flirt. No sparkle.
He narrowed his eyes. “You okay?”
“Mmhmm.”
He leaned in slightly. “You sure? You're being weird.”
You shrugged. “I’m fine.”
You saw it hit him — subtle but real. A flicker of confusion in his eyes. He looked away, biting the inside of his cheek like he was trying to solve a math equation with emotions.
Then… his voice dropped, quieter.
“Did I… do something?”
You glanced at him, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?”
He hesitated, then reached into his jacket pocket — pulling out a tiny velvet box.
Your breath caught. Wait what.
He opened it slowly: a simple silver ring on a thin chain.
“I know we said we weren’t doing anything big for the six-month thing,” he said, eyes still down, “but I just… I saw this and thought of you. You like little things that feel permanent.”
Your mouth parted, guilt instantly slamming you in the chest.
He looked up. “Unless… you didn’t remember. Which is fine, seriously. I didn’t expect—"
“Wait, wait, wait—” you cut in, grabbing his hand. “It’s a prank. It was a prank. I remembered. I super remembered.”
His eyes widened. “You what.”
“I was trying to get a reaction out of you,” you admitted, laughing nervously. “You always play it so cool. I thought you’d be smug and say something like, ‘Guess who didn’t forget?’ and then I’d laugh and reveal the real gift and—oh my god you bought me jewelry.”
He stared at you. “You absolute gremlin.”
You reached into your bag and pulled out a box of your own, practically shoving it into his chest. “Here. Yours. Real. Not a prank.”
He opened it to find a silver bracelet, etched with the coordinates of where you first met.
He blinked slowly.
“…You’re disgusting,” he said, voice soft.
“You love it.”
He exhaled hard — then, finally, smiled for real. That wide, boyish grin he tried to hide behind eyeliner and sarcasm. His ears were bright red.
“You seriously had me spiraling,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“Because you’re soft,” you teased.
He shot you a look. “No, I’m cool. I’m smooth. I’m mysterious.”
“You were ten seconds from emotional collapse.”
He leaned closer, bumping his forehead to yours. “And you love that.”
You smiled, lips brushing his. “I really do.”
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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “Tiny Meal” prank on Romance⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The morning sunlight filtered softly through the paper screens of the dorm room, painting golden lines across the hardwood floor. The air was still, save for the slow, even breaths of Romance beside you—hair mussed from sleep, lashes casting gentle shadows over his cheekbones.
You tiptoed out of the futon with the kind of stealth usually reserved for a trained demon hunter. You had a plan. A dumb, tiny, hilarious plan. But it was your plan, and you knew he’d either love it… or mock you for it for weeks.
You tiptoed into the kitchen, stifling a giggle. On the counter: a thimble-sized teacup. A miniature plate. A fork no bigger than your pinky nail. It had taken you a whole hour to prep these ridiculous little dishes the night before. A tiny egg (quail, of course), a single bite of toast, and a speck of strawberry jam.
All perfectly arranged on the world’s tiniest breakfast tray.
As you walked back into the room balancing the tray, you heard the soft shuffle of sheets. His voice, low and drowsy, called out:
"Mmnh... [Your Name]? Where’d you go…?"
You knelt beside the futon, holding out the tiny tray like a prize. “Good morning, sunshine,” you said, biting back a grin. “I made you breakfast.”
He blinked sleepily, then squinted at the tray. A beat of silence. Then—
“…What the hell is that?” His voice cracked mid-laugh.
You giggled. “Your morning meal, brave hunter. Protein, carbs, love. All in one centimeter.”
He sat up, the blanket falling to his lap, revealing the curve of his collarbone and the sleepy slope of his shoulders. Hair sticking up wildly, he reached out one elegant finger to poke the mini toast.
“This is… is this even edible?”
You nodded solemnly. “I toasted that piece with my own hands. Used tweezers.”
A wide grin broke across his face. That lazy, lopsided one that always made your stomach flip. “You’re unbelievable.”
Then, with exaggerated seriousness, he picked up the miniature fork between his thumb and forefinger, tried to stab the tiny egg—and immediately dropped it back onto the tray.
“I can’t do this. I’m going to starve.”
You smirked, reaching behind you and pulling out a second tray—the real breakfast, full-sized and warm.
He laughed so hard he had to bury his face in your neck. “You’re evil,” he mumbled against your skin, arms wrapping around your waist.
“You love it,” you teased, letting your fingers slide through his hair.
He leaned back to look at you, his eyes still crinkled with laughter but softening into something tender. “I really do.”
And then, with the tiniest fork in hand, he fed you the equally tiny toast piece.
“For love. And carbs,” he whispered dramatically
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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “ignoring my boyfriend” prank on Mystery⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The moment you stepped into the training room, you could feel his eyes on you.
Mystery was already there, like always — perched casually on the window ledge, his black hoodie draped over his shoulder, sword leaning against the wall behind him. His arms were crossed, expression unreadable. He didn’t speak. He never did first.
Perfect.
You walked right past him without a word.
He watched you. Silent. Still. Barely blinking.
You pulled out your phone, scrolling with exaggerated focus. Inside, you were screaming. You knew he hated being ignored. Not in the way a normal boyfriend might pout or whine — no, Mystery just went quiet. Colder. Like ice packing itself around him.
It was part of why the prank was so fun... and a little dangerous.
He finally moved. Just one step.
“Did I do something?” he asked, voice low and distant, like a fog rolling across a lake.
You didn’t look up. Instead, you texted no one. Blinked blankly at the wall. Bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from cracking.
A long pause.
He tilted his head slightly, jaw tight. “...You’re not going to speak to me?”
You didn’t respond. Not even a shrug.
He stared at you for a few seconds longer. Then without a word, he turned and walked out of the room. No sound, no heavy footsteps — just vanished like smoke into the hall.
Your heart dropped.
“Mystery—!” you called after him, breaking character. You chased him down the corridor, nearly stumbling over your own feet.
You found him just outside the practice hall, his back to you, eyes shadowed under his bangs.
“I was joking!” you said breathlessly. “It was a prank. The ‘ignoring my boyfriend’ prank. You weren’t actually—wait, were you mad?”
He turned slowly, expression as calm as ever. But there was something just behind it — not anger, not even hurt, but a kind of distance. The kind that made your chest tighten.
“I wasn’t mad,” he said quietly. “I just figured you wanted space. So I gave it to you.”
Oof.
You stepped closer, reaching for his sleeve. “I didn’t mean to push you away. I just thought it’d be funny. You’re always so… unreadable. I wanted to see if you’d crack.”
His lips twitched — the smallest hint of a smirk. “So you were testing me?”
“Maybe a little.”
He finally turned to face you fully. “You didn’t get much of a reaction.”
“No,” you admitted. “But somehow, that made it worse.”
He stepped into your space, his voice a soft hush. “You want a reaction now?”
You nodded, breath catching.
Without warning, his hand cupped your chin gently, tilting your face toward his. His lips brushed yours, light as falling ash — but the intent behind it was unmistakable. Intense. Possessive in that quiet way only Mystery could pull off.
He pulled back just enough to whisper:
“Don’t ignore me again. I don’t like it.”
You blinked up at him, stunned.
Then he added, deadpan: “But if you do… make sure the next prank includes kissing.”
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˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “I don’t think I like muscles anymore” prank on Abs⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
Yo...
This is just pure smut with just slight plot, also shoutout to this person @k45kart for the idea. (sorry if i tagged wrong person)
also another person who wanted to be tagged: @eliengoddes
Okay uhh anyways TW or whatever warnings: Smut, gangbang (obviously) 5 demons cmon guys, I MAY HAVE WRITTEN JINUS NAME WRONG SO IM SORRY. Oral sex both receiving, degrading, praising, uhhh p in v, without protection (dont do this if u dont want kids.) Marking, breeding lowkey, demons going out of control. MAYBE SLIGHT DUB CON??? (its very much consensual but my writing style might fart on itself.) I forgot what else.
Cringe warning i havent written anything in ages okay
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Everything was okay..
Everything was going to be FINE…
The fans were happy with our newest song… And the Honmoon was shining brighter than ever, even a tingle of gold flashing across our eyes, we were so close!!!
But then Rumi lost her voice, right in the middle of our rehearsal for our live premiere of “Golden”. Before any of us could say anything she asked for 5 minutes and just ran off to god knows where!
“Oh my god, what are we gonna do??” Zoey panicked, her arms flailing around.
“Calm down Zoey.. It’s going to be fine… just give her some time alright?” Mira placed a hand on her shoulder to calm Zoey down, though I could see through her poker face.
“Yeah, like Mira said. Give her some time… surely she will come in time.” I said, a nervous/worried smile across my face.
And she never came… The next time we saw her was at our apartment, she looked shaken up. The only thing we could offer in that moment was comfort and that we did. We decided to go out for some dinner. Rumi still didn’t seem like herself, until she finally spoke.
“I'm sorry about the show..”
“It’s okay.. don’t worry about it!” Zoey smiled, placing a hand on her forearm.
“Besides, Bobby will handle it.” I smiled as well, trying to comfort her.
And just like that he called us and once we answered we heard loud voices in the background and an out of breath Bobby yelling about how he can’t handle this, so many disappointed fans and the network losing their minds. Mira quickly shut off the phone.
“We can just schedule another live show within days. Don’t worry!”
“I don't think that's possible… my voice, it's in trouble..” Rumi said, awkwardly.
“In trouble?? Then why did you push up the Golden release then?” Mira continued, confused.
“My guess is the Honmoon, isn’t that right?” I smiled softly.
“(Name) is right.. The Honmoon.. it flashed gold, we are so close and it's so important!”
After that dinner we were brainstorming how to fix Rumi’s voice quickly. And Zoey had the “best” idea to go get some magical tonics from this one place she had heard of. And after we finally got the tonics and as we came out of the clinic Zoey was rambling on about after getting her voice back we could finally focus back on the important stuff like fans-
“Fans!” Mira whisper shouted as we saw some shadows turning into the alleyway we were in, our disguises were not the best so we tried our best to quickly become more unrecognizable-
Until we saw THEM..
Our eyes went wide as the guys walked our way, they all looked so… handsome so sexy… Rumi was the only one who didn’t look absolutely down bad until she saw the 5th guy with black hair.
Meanwhile I was looking at each and every one of them, I mean yeah some of them looked a bit sexier than others but I guess that’s because they're more my time than the others.. When they passed us I could honestly feel all of their gaze landing on me for just a moment before they continued on their way. What the fuck just happened.
And that is how we met our WORST enemies for the first time. Turned out they were a fucking demon boyband. DEMONS in a boyband yeah that's right! I don't know what crack Gwi-ma was on when he sent them to our world but IT’S WORKING. Though I do have to admit… I wonder what it would feel like if-
I smacked my head against the wall groaning, BAD (Name) BAD!!! Do not think of such unholy thoughts about your enemy, especially DEMONS.
We got suited up in our battle gear and oh my I must admit we are always so fabulous. We knew the boyband who are now better known as the “Saja Boys” would be at this game show tonight, we stood backstage looking at them gulping huge amounts of hot sauce, uh yikes. That’s gonna burn coming out- AANYWAY! Rumi said we should wait for them to come backstage and then jump down and make quick work of them, the perfect surprise attack!
We giggled a bit in anticipation as we took our spot over the stage, looking down at them. Little did we know the Jinu guy had noticed us and just as he took the mic talking about “special guests” joining us the lights turned to us at the same time he announced our name.
We quickly hid our weapons and forced huge smiles on our faces.
“Yeahh! Hello everyone! We just wanted to yknow congratulate the Saja boys for their successful debut!” Rumi said with forced enthusiasm
And after that the game show host and saja boys themselves said we should all slide down into the ballpit, the audience got in on it too so of course we had to oblige, though the leather we wore really made it… awkward to say, the noise was horrible too. Once we finally made it into the ballpit everyone still cheered and now it would be the time to end the show, both us and the Saja boys bowed to each other in fake gratitude and respect as the curtains closed.
However once we were finally out of the publics eye they ran off within seconds and we almost had no idea where, but we managed to be able to track them down, to a fucking bathhouse. We had no choice but to go in and it was thankfully empty, and there they stood.
“You really followed us here? The men's portion? You guys really are thirsty huh.” Jinu chuckled along with his bandmates.
Then the demons came out of nowhere from small ruptures, but like there were a lot of them. You couldn’t lose focus for even a second and if you did it might be game over. At one point my eyes landed on Jinu who just smirked “Have fun you four.” He said as he ran off with everyone else. I looked behind me to see Mira, Zoey and Rumi in a deep fight, they seemed to be taking care of everything fine though, so I took off running after Jinu.
I jumped into the air ready to slash him but he managed to dodge my blows one after another, until I finally managed to kick him in the stomach. We landed in a secluded room, it seemed to be a small sauna, the heat made both of our bodies sweaty, yuck disgusting. Finally I managed to corner him, my (weapon’s) handle against his throat as he tried to push me off. The adrenaline was flowing through me, maybe that’s why I felt extra strong right now.
“Hah.. you’re a bit stronger… But not strong enough for all of us…” Jinu chuckled.
That had me confused, until I could sense the presence of four other people behind us. My eyes widened and my throat closed up on itself. I couldn’t move, I don’t know if I was sweating from the heat or from the fact 5 extremely attractive demon guys were currently alone with me. Jinu quickly took advantage of my shock and pushed me away, I landed on my back, gasping for air. It hurt a little bit but nothing could compare to the sight after I opened my eyes groaning.
“There you are… Sorry about the push, hopefully you're not too hurt darling.” Jinu smirked, his eyes glowing a little bit.
“G-Get away from me!” I struggled, quickly standing up and forming my weapon once again, surrounded by them.
“Still got a fighting spirit huh? We like that… But don’t think we haven’t seen the way you look at us.. And honestly the feelings are mutual.” Jinu smirked, his fingers slightly grazing my cheek.
I was speechless, I felt so small surrounded by them. I could feel their eyes roam my body, taking in every curve and shape. My knees were growing weak, I could feel my body reacting in ways I haven’t felt in awhile. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks flushing a deep red as I tried to not look at any of them. I felt a hand on my shoulder making me flinch.
“Calm down bunny.. I won’t hurt you.. too bad.” A deep voice whispered into my ear, I turned around quickly seeing the guy named “Abby”.
“D-don’t-” I struggled to form words until a hand covered my mouth, it was Juni.
“Yeah, you’re right… No one has to speak…” He smirked, his other hand slowly going down from my shoulder towards my chest.
My eyes widened, I should be struggling, I should be fighting them… But for some reason I wanted this, I wanted them all… I felt myself growing more hot and bothered by the second. The 8 pair of eyes watching Jinu’s every movement, and my reaction. It turned me on so bad. And I swear to god I feel like they could sense my need, with the way their eyes seemed to sharpen with lust.
“What do you want…” Jinu asked, uncovering my mouth.
“I-I want you… I want you all..” My words were quiet, but that didn’t seem to bother them.
It was like a trigger, they had my consent and they wouldn’t back away now. Juni fell back towards one of the seats with me landing on his lap. I moaned out as I felt my ass on his crotch, and he was hard. His knees separating mine as I was exposed to the other guys, not completely nude.. yet. I didn’t even care about how fucked out I already looked, all I cared about was getting that sweet release.
“Someone’s impatient hm?” Jinu whispered before his lips attacked my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my skin.
I whimpered, it felt so good. The other guys had come closer as well, Romance sitting down on my right side and Mystery on my left. Both of their hands found their way to my chest, feeling me up through my suit. Who knew it felt this fucking good to be touched by like 5 guys at the same time. Oh god I feel like a whore, but honestly i'm a proud hoe rn!
Abby crouched down between my legs, Baby standing behind him as he preferred to just watch, knowing he would get his turn soon.
“I think this suit needs to come off, right boys?” Abby smirked, his hands caressing my inner thighs.
“You’re right, I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding under here…” Romance sighed happily, Mystery just nodding along, not really a man of words I see.
Their hands turned into a soft purple hue, their nails growing in size as they made quick work of ripping my suit into shreds. I tried to cover myself up but Jinu was quick to grasp both my arms and lock them behind my back.
“Don’t cover yourself darling… You wanted this right? To be taken and used by all of us.. you truly have no shame, do you?” He talked softly while Mystery and Romance both leaned down to take one of my tits into their mouths.
All i could do was moan through his little speech, my core was on fire, growing wetter by the second. I don’t know if the heat made everything feel 10x better but I was enjoying this. I enjoyed the feeling of being exposed to their hungry eyes, I loved the way their mouths sucked on my tits, the way their tongues swirled around my nipples.
My body arched into Jinu's body, my thighs trying to squeeze together to create some sort of friction. Abby was quick to separate my legs to get full access to my core. I did feel slightly embarrassed with his staring but that quickly dissolved as he just dove in like a starved man.
His tongue swirling around my clit, making my hips buckle. His movements were precise, taking slow licks up my slit, before sucking on my clit against, his right hand closing in. Fingers painfully close to my opening. I moaned out loudly, begging for him to touch me, to feel his fingers inside. I guess he felt merciful because that’s exactly what he did.
I was wet enough to fit 2 of his fingers with no problem, his long slender fingers curling up inside me. It didn’t take long for abs to find that special spot inside me that made my whole body seize. I could barely let out any noise, so over-stimulated, with Jinu’s mouth on my neck, Mystery’s and Romance’s mouths on my buds, their hands caressing my stomach and sides. My eyes opened just slightly, the first thing I saw was Baby standing behind Abby, his hand slightly rubbing over his jeans, his eyes seductive as he stared down at me.
I felt even more hot knowing the fact he was still enjoying himself, just staring. But I couldn’t think about him for long with the way Abby's fingers thrusted deep into me and his tongue on my clit, it was enough to bring me dangerously close to climax. I yelped loudly, hips shaking.
“I-Im so close- Please- Let me-” I gasped out, pushing my hips towards his mouth, needing him as close as I could have.
“Greedy this one isn’t she?” Baby spoke up for the first time, enjoying watching how his bandmates brought (Name) to the edge of pleasure.
“She is so intoxicating… Her scent… I wonder if she tastes just as good.” Jinu said. Eyeing down at Abby, slightly jealous of how he was the first one to taste her.
With the last curl of his tongue she came undone, her head thrown back in pleasure. Romance and Mystery separated from her breasts, looking down at the mess Abby created. All of them felt their senses heightened up, pupils dilating after smelling her. Their bodies fight against turning into their demon forms.
Juni stood up with (name) still in his arms, turning around and setting her against the seat. She was still struggling with getting air into her lungs, slowly coming around from that intense climax.
“I think we are all a bit too clothed for this next part.” Romance said smugly, his clawed hands already working on removing his shirt.
“She might pass out after seeing what’s coming for her.” Mystery said quietly, following Romance’s lead.
“She’s gonna pass out no matter what after we’re done with her.” Jinu grinned.
(Name) slowly shook her head, coming back to reality, her eyes opening. In Front of her was the shock of her life, she yelled out. All five of them, completely bare, the marks on their bodies glowing ever so often, and oh my god even their dicks had the same marks.
Also talking about dicks they were all so different.. Some of them had more girth, others length, already dripping with pre-cum. She felt like she was under some sort of spell as she slowly moved off the seat onto the heated up floor, sitting on her knees, hands traveling up Jinu’s legs and thighs.
She looked up at him through her lashes, she looked absolutely ravishing, hair messy, some of it sticking to her forehead, her expression flushed, so full of need. Jinu’s breath hitched as his clawed hand took hold of her hair, bringing her face closer to his cock.
“Open wide baby.” He instructed.
And she did, her tongue rolled out as the tip landed on it. She could already taste the saltiness of his precum, so delicious. Her mouth closed in on it as her tongue rolled around the sensitive tip. He groaned out while thrusting deeper into her mouth.
“Fuck.. Her mouth feels so good- I could get addicted to this.” He moaned out, fangs growing out.
“Oh you’re making it sound a little too good. I want some.” Baby chuckled, pushing Jinu out of the way. Taking his place.
“Hey! Wait for your turn you fucking moron-” Jinu cussed but decided to let him have his moment, instead just jerking himself off at the sight of her being used by them.
(Name) whined at the loss of Jinu’s cock but was soon satisfied again after Baby pushed himself into her warm mouth. His dick was a bit shorter than Jinu’s but the girth was amazing, and like he wasn’t SMALL in any way. Actually none of them were.
“Oh shit- You’re right- h-hell.” He whimpered.
(Name) looked at the other men who were touching themselves, she didn’t want them feeling left out. She took hold of Abby's and Mystery’s cocks, moving her hands up and down. Both of them instinctively reacted and thrusted into her hold. Mystery’s cock was long.. And Abby was just… oh yeah he was the big boy of the group definitely.
“What a good girl…” Romance smiled, looking down at her.
“S-shit.. I-I’m close-” Baby gasped out, his thrusts becoming faster, abusing the back of her throat.
She was loving the treatment, even if it was harder to breathe. Her cheeks hollowed out completely, feeling every curve of his veins.
“Fuck!” He yelled out as his hips stilled, spilling his load down her throat and she drank up every drop.
“Look at that! Drank up everything, what a good slut.” Jinu smirked.
Abby and Mystery both were moaning messes as their muscles tensed, her hands working magic on them. She didn’t take long to recover as her mouth went closer to Romance’s cock, taking the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue just like she did with Jinu. This made the poor guy let out broken whimpers, his legs almost giving out from the sudden sensitivity.
Jinu had walked behind her, crouching down, his hand traveling down her stomach towards her cunt. Fingers slowly circling her clit, making her eyes roll back into her head.
She separated from Mystery’s cock and turned her head towards Abby’s dick, giving him the same treatment with slight difficulty due to the size difference. It didn’t take long for Mystery to cum onto her hand and arm, and the other to separate from her mouth, spilling his cum all over her chest.
“You enjoy being marked by all of us huh?” Romance asked, tilting her head up towards him.
“Y-yeah… I-I love it, I want more, please.” She begged, out of breath, whimpering due to Jinu still touching her.
“Hah.. I wonder what your huntrix friends would say if they saw you like this.” Abby smiled, his finger stroking her chin.
“I-I don’t care… I just want you all.. please. Help me.” She moaned out, getting on all fours.
“Well look at that- So submissive.. so perfect.” Jinu said, eyes slightly wide not expecting that. But who was he to complain or deny her.
His hands landed on her waist, the tip of his cock just against her slit. Moving his hips up and down just teasing her opening. Though even if he wanted to tease her more, his own self control was slowly withering away. So with the help of his hand he finally sank into her pussy. The feeling was euphoric, both of them immediately letting out strained moans. Her walls gripped him like no tomorrow, so wet, so tight.
“Oh.. oh my god- S-Shit- I-I can’t-” He choked on his words, losing himself to his desires.
While she was getting absolutely fucked from behind Romance took his spot in front of her mouth, getting on his knees, taking hold of her chin. With a quick ‘open up’ His cock was deep in her throat. She had never felt such pleasure before, seeing the men who just came on her already hardened up and ready to each get a turn with her, it was so sexy.
Her body was being rocked back and forth, Jinu’s thrusts growing faster, the sounds of skin clapping together loud. His dick kept hitting that sweet spot in her, she had never felt this full before. All of her whimpers and moans just turned into vibrations against Romance’s cock who could feel himself very close to cumming.
Both men reached their climaxes at the same time, spilling deep inside her, not caring about pulling out. The feeling of Jinu’s hot cum inside her was enough to push her over the age as well. Their juices mixed together. As he pulled out her hole leaked, making her thighs sticky and warm.
“Help her up guys.” Abby smirked, him and Baby lifting her up from the ground.
Her legs could not hold her weight, she was completely at their mercy. She was still so high from her recent orgasm she couldn’t form any words. Though she could feel her right leg being lifted over someone's shoulder. Thankfully she was very flexible. She could feel someone's hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her suck in air.
She then felt someone's cock lined up with her entrance again, it felt huge… She could almost guess that- Before her thoughts could finish she saw pure white. Abby slammed himself in her, her pussy clenching around him like no tomorrow. He grunted loudly, his other hand holding the leg on his shoulder and the other on her waist. She whimpered and moaned with every thrust, his dick easily smacked against her cervix, his pelvis hitting her clit with every thrust.
“O-oh- Oh my- Shiiiit-” She shook her head, trying to get away from his harsh treatment, it felt too good. She was too sensitive.
“P-Please- Ah- Slower- No-” Her hands were pulled behind her, making her body arch in an awkward angle. His mouth quickly over hers, shutting her up.
“Shit man- This pussy is amazing! Ah- I don’t know how long I can hold my form back-” Abby grunted, his marks glowing brighter, same with the others.
“Right?! She is so intoxicating, I want to taste her soul… Ahg-” Romance inhaled her scent, his tongue licking her neck.
“Do you think she could take two at the same time?” Mystery asked with an evil smile.
“She definitely could… go for it… break her for good, that’s what she wants anyway.” Jinu laughed.
Mystery went behind her, as the others gave him space. Abby slowed down for just a moment, both of the men looking at each other with a sly smile. Mystery lined up his dick right next to Abby and sunk in. She let out a loud yell, the pain… It was delicious. It was good, she had never been this full, never this turned on.
“Oh my god look at that! She took it with no problem!” Baby and Jinu both laughed out loud.
Both Abby and Mystery now worked together, creating an odd rhythm but it worked. When one went in the other went out. All of her spots being hit continuously was too much, she felt weird, something she had never felt before.
“A- Im cuming- Im cuming-” She repeated before her cunt clenched hard around the two men who also just about got pushed over the edge, painting her walls white. The pressure was too much as she squirted out right onto Abby's abdomen. Both of them retreated from her warmth, leaving her disappointed, she was obsessed, she needed more.
“You still want more? What a slut you are… oh god-” Jinu said, sweating from holding himself back.
“I want more of her.. I need more of her.” Romance said. He was the first one whose self control cracked as his body turned purple, his demon side in full show.
He basically snatched her out of Abby's and Mystery’s hold, bending her over one of the seats, slamming himself right on into her. She yelled out, legs shaking her body rocking back and forth against the wooden surface. His thrusts didn’t falter, hand pushing down her back, keeping her down. It was inhuman how fast he could move against her, making her unable to understand shit. She was completely fucked out.
The other guys were staring at their bandmate losing himself, and the way she was completely bare, completely at their mercy for them to destroy finally seemed to snap any of their self restraint. Baby was the second one who snapped, he jumped towards Romance pulling him out before he could finish his peak, pulling (Name) from the seat, placing her on her back, inserting himself into her. Immediately hitting her sweet spot causing her to cum right then and there. Poor Baby had been edged for so long that when her pussy clenched around him deliciously he just came deep into her, but that didn’t mean his cock didn’t get hard again immediately.
“Out of the way, I want this pussy again.” Jinu pulled him off, his form also now changed.
“Ah- J-Jinu- SO sensitive- Wait-” Though her pleas fell into deaf ears as some sat in front of her pressing her face into their dick. It was Mystery.
She didn’t waste time giving him access, still tasting all of their cum on his cock, tongue swirling around him, savoring the taste. Abby and Romance kissed along her body, occasionally sucking and biting, leaving very visible marks on her. Jinus dick was smacking into her hard and rough, chasing only his own pleasure, he was indeed a selfish man.
But even if he wasn’t looking out for her that doesn’t mean his thrusts weren’t painfully pleasurable.
Every thrust felt like pure torture, her clit was so sensitive even the slightest touch had her body seizing up. Her eyes watering up from everything happening, make up becoming ruined. Jinu’s clawed hands sank into her waist, drawing the smallest amounts of blood. His grunts loud as he came into her for the second time.
Mystery separated from her mouth after feeling himself cumming, ropes of his cum going onto her face, messing up her make up even more.
All of them looked down at her on the floor, her poor pussy completely messed up and leaking, her face ruined, hair messy, body full of marks. All of their dicks got even harder, it's like she was their own aphrodisiac.
“How do you feel?” Jinu sighed, his eyes dark with lust.
“Mmmh-” She couldn’t say anything else, her legs twitching.
“Fuck she looks so delicious like this…” Baby groaned, itching to sink deep into her again.
“Can’t we just bring her with us? Our own personal cock sleeve.” Romance sighed dreamingly.
She opened her eyes slightly, slowly coming to her senses, everything hurt, but it was so worth it. Her hands roaming through her body feeling the sticky cum and the marks they had given her just a moment ago.
“Please…” She whimpered.
“Aw you poor thing… We fucked you so good you can’t think about anything else now can you?” Abby smirked next to Jinu.
Just as Jinu was about to go in for a kiss he heard distant yells, it sounded like her voice was being yelled out. He stood up looking at his bandmates and nodding at them, they all turned into pink smoke, disappearing from sight.
“Sorry to cut this short… and not being able to take care of you more… But your friends are coming, and I don't think you wanna be seen like this…” He chuckled, snapping his fingers as the pink smoke surrounded them both, suddenly her clothes were back in one piece and he was completely dressed up.
“I recommend you just tell them you got beat and somehow left alive… you figure it out… But don’t worry, we’ll see you real soon…” He gave her a kiss before disappearing.
And right on time too.
“Oh my god there you are!! Are you okay? Are you hurt?!” The girls bursted into the room, looking at all the messed up seats that just looked broken and then staring at her messed up hair.
“I-Im fine… Really- Ahg-” She groaned still not being able to stand properly or even realise what the fuck just happened.
“We need to get you home!”
“Don’t ever run off like that!!”
The entire journey home she was scolded but all she could think about was Jinu and his final words. And overall the fucking gangbang she just went through… THE BEST sex she had ever had, honestly.
She looked out of her window after finally being left alone by the girls and could feel herself growing wet again, not being able to forget how their touch felt and how their cocks felt inside her.
Oh yeah she was definitely waiting for the next time.
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thanks guys i did my duty
Imagine Being Isekai'ed into KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. (part 2)
This chapter is mainly Abby (Abel) oriented!) Each member will get a chapter since you guys showed so much support!
Part 1 - Next
Y/N awoke, gasping much needed air into her lungs as she sat up. Clasping one hand to her chest, she panted, reliving all her memories, as the flow of thoughts slowly settled into her mind.
‘Hey, hey. It’s okay, you’re safe.’ A familiar voice whispered, gentle and soft. The owner of the voice had meant for it to be reassuring, but Y/N instantly recognised the voice. It was Jinu, the popstar demon.
But he was dead? All the Saja boys were meant to be dead. If they were still alive, this meant she had transmitigated before they debuted.
She had time to stop the events of the plot. She could make sure none of the boys died. Maybe she could even…
‘Gwi-ma…’ She whispered, eyes still fixated on the crisp white bed sheets she was sitting on. The sheets wrinkled as she grasped onto them, fists trembling in unspoken anger.
She almost forgot about the demon lord, the one who caused all this. He was the reason the men died. He was the reason so many people had died. All the innocent people who had lost their souls, just because Gwi-ma wanted more than he had.
‘She knows about Gwi-ma?’ Another voice, deep and dry mumbled, from her right side.
Y/N lifted her head slowly, eyes meeting Jinu’s hesitantly, concerned gaze. Wow, he was good at masking his emotions. Her gaze danced between all the men who were standing in the room. Each had a slightly different stance. Yet, each seemed to be leaning towards her, eager to hear her voice. To swallow up whatever noise she would make next.
‘Where am I?’ Y/N’s voice came out, a scarily, even tone. The room was unfamiliar, meaning that she was likely at the Saja boy’s own residence. It wasn’t too bad, it was a pent house too. She could tell by the way the room was almost fully covered in glass window.
In fact…
Wait.
This was the penthouse right next to hers.
SHE COULD SEE HER OWN MINI STUDIO SET UP, THROUGH THE TALL GLASS WINDOWS FROM HERE.
‘I need to invest in curtains.’ She mumbled, staring at the revealing scene of her apartment. Luckily for her, she had cleaned up just days ago, just after she finished up producing Golden. Otherwise, she couldn't imagine the embarrassment that she would be facing if the men saw her… personal belongings.
‘I hope you don’t mind that we’ve taken up residence near your home. It’s just that much easier for us y’know?’ The buff one smirked, sitting down on the bed, leaning towards Y/N’s face.
‘Alright enough with this pretty boy act. I’m not helping you kill thousands upon thousands of people.’ Y/N swung her legs over the side of the bed to stand.
‘What if-’
‘No matter how painful the memories are.’ Y/N snapped, whirling around, her body flush with rage.
She could see it. The shame, the flash of pain and sudden confusion in Jinu’s eyes. She chose to ignore the pang of regret that rippled through her chest. He dug his grave. He could lay in it for all she cared.
‘How do you-’ Jinu stuttered out before Y/N pushed him out of her way.
Grabbing a random jacket, she used it to cover her shoulders as she walked out of the bedroom, into the spacious living area. It was decorated with a modern feel, suitable for a seemingly new rising pop band. It looked to be fairly new in its decoration. No one had lived here previously. Y/N remembered this since the apartment before was empty of furniture. At least this meant they hadn’t taken the lives of anyone yet.
How pretentious.
Finding the front door, she stalked out of the apartment and into the elevator, pulling the jacket around her tight.
Her notebook.
It wasn’t with her, the guys must have taken it from her whilst she was out cold.
Y/N groaned, slapping a hand onto her forehead as the elevator doors opened.
‘You have some serious talent.’
Y/N blinked, as she was met with the view of Abby, waiting at the elevator door entrance.
‘How did you-’
‘Demon, remember?’ He chuckled, moving aside, gesturing for Y/N to pass through. ‘Besides, you left your note book so I thought I’d return it.’
Y/N gave Abby a once over, pondering his trustworthiness. She relaxed slightly, as she took back the notebook from Abby’s outstretched hand.
‘Y’know, Jinu’s pretty shaken about what you said.’ He kept talking, walking side by side with her as she walked out of the Saja boy’s apartment building and into the doors of her own building.
‘I stand by what I said. I’m not helping you kill people.’ She whipped around, jabbing a finger into the muscular man's chest.
‘Hey, look. I don’t actually care what happens.’ Abs shrugged, gently placing his palm over Y/N’s accusing finger. His face was soft, eyes sincere in a way Y/N simply couldn’t refute.
‘Then why are you here Abby?’ Y/N swiped her key card and punched in the top level into the elevator panel. To her displeasure, Abby had also slid into the elevator with her.
‘Call me Abel.’ He grinned, leaning back against the handrails, arms crossed. ‘I’m here because I wanted to walk you home. We’re here because Jinu wants to forget. You were right.’ He sighed as the elevator rose higher with a soft hum.
‘And you? The rest of the group?’ Y/N turned, mimicking Abel’s pose.
‘I’m here because Jinu’s my friend. Despite what your friends say about us, we do have feelings. Humans and demons are not all unalike. In fact, I’ve seen humans act more like demons than we do.’ His eyes glazed over, as if stuck in a memory of his own.
‘We feel more than just greed and shame, but you’re not ready for that conversation.’ The grip on his arms was tight. Y/N could see the way his fingertips were turning white.
‘I never said you couldn’t feel anything.’ Y/N turned back to face the opening elevator doors as the elevator happily dinged.
‘All I said was, I wasn’t going to help you kill thousands of people so Jinu can feel better, about his mistakes.’
‘I get that, and you’re right.’ Abel agreed, as Y/N walked into her apartment, gesturing for him to follow her.
‘But for some reason, I can feel that you’ll be the one to change it. All of it.’ Abel’s eyes trailed on Y/N’s form as she took off her shoes before flipping open her notebook. Y/N didn't take it to heart, yet to Y/N's ignorance, Abel was being genuine.
Y/N frowned, sitting on a bar stool at her marbled kitchen island. Pulling out a pen from her pocket she scribbled something down. The original song was already written in her notebook, the title and almost all the words. It seemed as if, she had written all the backbones of the songs in the movie already.
‘The girls are going to know you’re demons. If I can see the patterns, so can they.’ She pointed her pen at the man who sat down across from her.
‘Huh, you have more than one seat. You have friends?’ He chuckled, dodging Y/N’s thrown pen whilst catching it in one swift movement.
‘You want your stupid song or not.’ She snatched the pen back, grumbling. It seemed like these guys were intent on teasing her. What assholes.
‘I couldn’t care less.’ He grinned, before suddenly clutching at his head. The smile on his face was gone in an instant, replaced with one marred by agony.
‘Ah..’
Y/N stood, her stool being pushed back with an ear wrenching screech.
‘What, what's wrong?’ Y/N rushed over, hands hovering over Abel’s shivering form. ‘Talk to me!’
‘Ugh, just my head. Gwi-ma wasn’t too happy about that comment.’ Abel chuckled spitefully, pushing into his forehead with his index and middle finger.
‘He can hear your thoughts?’ Y/N frowned, leaning forward to observe the man in front of her. He seemed to be in genuine pain. She gently reached forward to touch Abel’s right temple with her fingers.
‘Yeah, he whispers in our minds. It’s how he controls us-’
A flash of gold and white blue. As if the strings she could see at the concert had suddenly erupted from her fingertips and rippled across Abel’s patterns in an instant.
‘What the.’ Y/N jerked her hand back, as if she had been shocked with static electricity.
A warm hand wrapped around her wrist, gentle yet insistent.
‘What did you do?’ Abel looked up in wonder, his eyes filled with slight suspicion.
‘What do you mean what did I do?’ Y/N blinked, looking between her caught hand and Abel’s glittering eyes.
‘I can’t hear him. Gwi-ma. My head, it’s silent… I can hear myself think.’ He sounded just as shocked as Y/N felt. ‘I haven’t been able to think on my own for years.’
‘I just, I touched your temple. I didn’t even-’
‘I have to tell the boys. We have to show them!’ He stood quickly, releasing Y/N’s wrist, taking large strides towards the elevator.
‘But, the song?’ Y/N blinked, waving her notebook.
‘Bring it with you!’
‘Okay but wait. Listen for a second.’ Y/N tugged at Abel’s sleeves. The man turned around, eyebrows raised. His heart thumped as his gaze flitted toward Y/N's hand.
‘Jinu wouldn’t be happy about this. He wants Gwi-ma to win.’ Y/N’s reminder, halted Abel’s excitement quickly.
‘Damn. I didn’t think about that.’ His eyebrows creased into a deep scowl.
‘Okay look. I’ll write you a debut song. But you have to promise me, you won't take souls.’ Y/N’s grip tightened on Abel’s shirt. He softened his stance and turned back to Y/N.
‘I’ll do my best darlin' ’He hummed, placing a reassuring hand over her fist.
‘Alright. I’ll write your song. Get your boys to come over. I’ll set up my studio.’
‘Really?!’
'Really.'
'You're serious? You'll write for us?!'
‘Offer ends in five minutes.’
‘OKAY OKAY.’
Y/N rubbed her hand over her weary eyes. Writing the song would take minutes. Recording, mastering and mixing would take hours. Maybe she wasn’t going to sleep tonight.
She heaved a sigh, walking over to her set up, spotting Abel waving his arms frantically around in the apartment next to her.
Wow, he was fast.
She continued watching the interaction between the men, smiling slightly at the sight. If she didn’t know, it almost seemed like a real boy band, rejoicing over finding their new producer. The way each was frantically grabbing phones and note books was actually refreshing. As if they were truly excited about debuting.
Y/N shook her head, sitting down in her gaming chair, booting up her PC. She still had to be careful. Abel was the only one she had actually spoken to. And who knows, he could also be faking it.
She failed to see Jinu’s figure, looking through the glass, his face bewildered as he peered at Y/N flitting around, testing all her equipment.
LMAO imagine Gwi-Ma being a supportive “father” to his demons like his cheering them on every time one of them does a “move” towards their manager and being dissapointed when one of them say’s something dumb, like it will look lke this:
One of the Saja Boys accidentally brush off their hands with the Manager while they were walking and Gwi-Ma is like “hold their hand…hold it…” then when they finally hold it his like laughing until the “demon” that was holding the manager’s hand let go because they felt shy then his like “WTF! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Then Gwi-Ma won’t stop pestering them, whispering in their ears(mind idk) “you’re a coward…a little beach….I made you a demon and this is how you act? Embarrassing!”
A/n: Thank you for the request I really love writing for these boys and I hope you like this <3
Jinu
Confidence wrecks him. You so much as smirk at him across the room, and he’s already biting his lip. When you don’t even try to be sexy but just carry yourself with confidence? He’s a goner.
You compliment him and actually mean it? His ears go red but he’s hard under the table.
Back of the neck kisses. Doesn’t matter if it’s playful or lingering, press your lips there while he’s mid-task and he physically shivers. You’ve got him glitching, staring at the wall like “I need a minute.”
You in his clothes (duh). No matter if the hoodie falling off one shoulder, hugging your figure, or if the sleeves are too long
Your scent mixed with his? It does things to him. “You trying to kill me?” he mumbles, barely holding himself back.
The sound of your laugh when it’s just the two of you.
Something about knowing he made you laugh like that, vulnerable and unguarded, turns his brain to soup. He gets this look, soft eyes, parted lips, like he’s two seconds from kissing you breathless.
When you’re a little bratty. You tease him just enough to make him raise an eyebrow and lean in. “You sure you wanna keep talking like that, baby?” he’ll murmur, voice low and honeyed.
Eye contact.
Not the flirty kind. The quiet, intense kind that happens when you’re sitting close, and you’re not even speaking, but just looking at him like you see him. It makes his breath hitch every time.
You wearing lip gloss. Especially if it’s shiny or slightly tinted. The second he sees it, he’s already thinking about kissing it off. “If you’re gonna wear that around me, don’t be surprised when I mess it up” he warns, already pulling you in.
Hands, yours specifically. The way you touch him without thinking (tugging on his sleeve, playing with his hair) he short circuits a little every time. But when your hands get intentional? Like gripping his jaw or sliding up under his shirt? It’s over.
Vulnerability. Not just yours, but his too.
The intimacy of holding each other in silence, post-argument or post-anxiety spiral, when you're just there shaky breathing and slowing heartbeats. He finds it painfully intimate. “You’re everything” he whispers.
The way you say his name when you need something. Doesn’t matter what, attention, a kiss, help with something. You just say “Jinu?” a certain way and his chest tightens. His hands are already on your hips, like, “Yeah, baby?”
When you notice him. Not just how he looks, but when he’s stressed, when he’s quiet.
You call him out gently. “You okay?” Or “You’ve been clenching your jaw again.” He melts. That kind of care? It’s better than anything physical. But also, it leads to things physical. Always.
Low-cut shirts on you. He tries to be respectful. Tries.
But he stares. Then glances away. Then stares again. You catch him and he just goes, “What? You wore that knowing I’d look.”
Your scent on his pillows. You leave his place and his bed still smells like you? His brain goes blank. He’ll curl into the sheets, groaning, “Fuck, I miss you already” while tugging the fabric closer.
The way your thighs press together when you're shy. He notices everything. You giggle and shift in your seat, trying to play it off, but he’s already leaning closer, whispering, “You squirming for me, sweetheart?”
When you act innocent. You pretend you didn’t mean to say something dirty, wide eyes blinking at him. He just tilts his head, smirks slowly, and says, “Oh, so you didn’t know what that would do to me? Guess I’ll have to show you.”
Romance
Emotional intimacy is his biggest aphrodisiac. You open up about a fear, a childhood memory, a weird dream you had last night, and he’s sitting there, wide-eyed, looking at you like you're the most precious thing he's ever seen.
His hand finds yours your fingers intertwining with each other. “You’re so... beautiful,” he breathes. He's not just turned on, he's moved.
He completely falls for softness. The way you sigh his name when you're half-asleep. The gentleness in your eyes when you touch his face. He feels his pulse stutter and his breath catch like you just kissed him even without touching him at all.
The idea of “coming home” to you? Instant turn on. You greet him at the door with a soft smile and arms wide open, and suddenly his workday is a blur. “You are so perfect” he murmurs into your neck. Then his hands start wandering, slowly but surely. You are his peace… and pleasure.
Wearing something casual but cozy destroys him. You in one of his oversized sweatshirts, legs bare, sipping tea? He’ll pause mid-step just to take you in. “You’re literally art” he says, dazed. A minute later, he’s behind you, hands slipping around your waist like he needs to touch you in any way possible.
Caring for him makes him melt (and ache). You fix his collar, remind him to eat, pack him snacks with sticky notes that say “don’t skip meals, love💕”and suddenly he’s looking at you like he’s going to drop to one knee and pull you into his lap. “How are you real?” he whispers, voice thick with desire.
Dancing with you. No real music, just swaying in the living room, your head against his chest, your breath against his skin. He kisses your hairline and whispers, “Don’t let go.” Then you smile up at him and he’s gone. That kind of closeness has him wanting more.
Seeing you love things. Doesn’t matter what it is, a favorite song, a silly hobby, a book that makes you cry. When your face lights up in that way? He gets turned on in that slow, aching way. Like, this is the person I get to love. This is who I get to kiss everyday.
When you take care of yourself. You drink water, stretch, journal, rest when you need it, and he’s beaming. “Proud of you” he says, pulling you in for a kiss. Then his hands don’t quite leave your waist. “Can I reward you for being so good?”
You calling him “my love.” It undoes him. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve said it, it always lands right in his chest.
Soft and deep and yearning. He responds with a soft groan, a kiss to your palm, a low, “Say it again. Please.”
Lingerie is nice. But his real weakness? You in anything that smells like him.
His shirt, his robe, a hoodie he left on your chair. He sees you curled up in it and immediately feels that familiar ache. “You know what that does to me, right?” he says, half-laughing, half-serious.
The way you look when you’re focused. Reading, cooking, writing, he watches you in awe. Then you catch him staring, and he just smiles, slow and lazy. “Sorry. You’re distracting. Beautifully distracting.”
When you spoil him. Light scratches down his back, feeding him bites of dessert, running your fingers through his hair while he lies in your lap. He sighs like he’s in paradise. But when you kiss his temple and say, “You deserve softness too”? He blinks up at you like he might completely fall apart.
Your sleepy voice. Half-conscious “Come back to bed,” or drowsy “I missed you” while reaching for him? His whole chest tightens. He climbs back under the covers instantly, pulling you into his arms, whispering, “God, you’re gonna kill me with that voice.”
When you praise his heart, not just his body.
You tell him he’s kind. That he makes you feel safe. That he sees you like no one else does. And suddenly his fingers are tracing your jaw, his lips brushing yours, voice shaking a little when he says, “You always know what to say to make me fall even harder.”
Kissing you mid-laughter. You’re both laughing, cheeks flushed, and he just has to kiss you. There’s something about joy on your face that makes him need to feel your mouth on his.
Abby
You standing up for yourself? Automatic weakness. Someone says something mean, and you hit back with confidence? His eyebrows go up, his hand goes straight to your waist, and he leans in like, “That was hot. Do it again.”
You defending him? He’s borderline feral. “You always this ride-or-die, or just for me?”
When you’re playful-mean. You tease him, roast his playlist, sass him back when he’s flirting too hard? He’s thriving. That smug grin only grows bigger. “Damn, you got claws, huh?” he chuckles, low and impressed. “Keep talkin’, see what happens.”
Wearing his stuff casually like it’s nothing. His shirt hanging off one shoulder, his rings on your fingers, a tank top that smells like him, he sees it and pauses. Just stands there like, “You’re tryin’ to kill me, right?” He’ll try to act chill about it, but his hand is on your hip in two seconds flat.
You grab his hand mid-walk, say “Dance with me” in the kitchen, or tug him back into bed in the morning like, “Just five more minutes.” He acts like it’s an inconvenience, but his heart? Mush. And the way you look at him when you do it? Yeah, now he needs to make out with you immediately.
Physical confidence gets him. Doesn’t matter if you’re shy or bold, when you walk into the room like you know you look good? His jaw ticks. He stares openly, arms crossed, biting his lip with that look that says I’m about to ruin you, but only after he whispers, “Goddamn, babe.”
You reaching up to fix his clothes/hair. He’ll tilt his head down and watch you with this lazy little smirk like, “You takin’ care of me now?” But when your fingers linger just a little too long at his collar? His breath hitches. That close-up intimacy turns him on fast.
Making him work for it. If you pull back during a kiss, or keep teasing without giving in right away? He groans. Hands on hips. Tongue against his cheek like he’s trying to keep it together. “Alright,” he laughs lowly. “I see how it is. You wanna play, sweetheart? Fine. Just remember who’s better at this game.”
When you take initiative. Grabbing him by the collar, pushing him down onto the bed, whispering what you want into his ear? He’s toast. He’ll act cocky, “Oh, you takin’ charge tonight?”but you’ll notice how quickly he melts under your touch. Especially when you lean in and say, “Be good for me.” Instantly obedient.
Your duality. You show up to brunch looking like a dream, being sweet to the waiter, but he still remembers what you sounded like the night before, his voice low as he leans over the table: “You’re sittin’ here bein’ all innocent… after what you did to me last night?” He’s obsessed with the contrast. Obsessed with you.
Post-shower skin. You step out with wet hair, dewy skin, nothing but a towel covering youand his brain short-circuits. “Babe… come on,” he half-groans, staring like he’s in a trance. He pulls you in before you can finish drying off, mumbling, “You’re gonna get me in trouble looking like that.”
When you give him the look™. You know the one. Chin tilted, eyes slow-blinking, smirking just a little. The one that says “I’m thinking something dirty but not saying it.” He narrows his eyes, grins, and growls, “What are you thinking, huh?” even though he knows. He just wants to hear you say it.
When you sit in his lap without warning. He could be scrolling on his phone or gaming or just chilling, and suddenly you’re straddling him like it’s the most casual thing in the world. He blinks up at you, hands already sliding to your thighs. “Oh? You need somethin’, baby?” Yeah, it’s over.
That one sound you make. It could be a giggle, a whimper, the way you say his name when you’re slightly annoyed, but once he hears that version of your voice? His pupils dilate. “You have any idea what that does to me?” he murmurs, leaning closer. Spoiler: you probably do.
When you’re lowkey jealous. He flirts shamelessly, yes, but when someone else tries and you get possessive? He loves it. “Aw, you jealous?” he teases, wrapping his arms around you. But then he leans in, all serious: “Good. You should be. I’m all yours, baby.”
You hyping him up. He knows he’s hot, but hearing it from you? Way different. “You’re staring again,” he jokes, but when you say, “Can you blame me? You look fine as hell,” he actually blushes a little. Tries to play it off. Fails. Immediately pulls you into a kiss.
Play-wrestling. You try to tickle him or tackle him onto the couch, and now it’s on. He flips you under him in two seconds flat, grinning, panting a little. You’re both laughing, limbs tangled, cheeks flushed, and then he goes quiet, gaze dropping to your lips. We all know what is happening next.
You biting your lip. Doesn’t matter if you’re focused on something or doing it on purpose, he zeroes in every time. “Okay, that’s not fair,” he mutters. “What am I supposed to do when you look like that?” Spoiler: he will kiss the expression off your face in seconds.
Mystery
When you ignore him. Not in a cruel way, just casually. You’re focused on a book, humming to yourself while folding laundry, scrolling your phone with a leg draped across his lap. And he watches. Quietly. The way your lips purse. The curve of your neck. The lack of attention is what makes him throb.
The moments before you kiss him. That suspended, loaded silence where your face is inches from his and you don’t move.
His breath shortens. His fingers twitch. He won’t close the distance first, but he aches for it. And when you finally press your mouth to his? His hands clamp to your waist like he might shatter any second.
The low sound you make when you’re trying not to make a sound. That muffled whimper into his shoulder. The shaky breath you hold between your lips. His eyes darken instantly. He leans in and growls so close to your ear, “Let me hear you. Don’t hide from me.”
Another one who can't help himself when he sees you in his clothes. One of his oversized hoodies. Socks that barely stay up. No jewelry. No makeup. No distraction. He watches from the doorway and doesn’t speak. Just exhales slowly, because that’s his favorite version of you. And it always ends with you pinned to the wall.
When you don’t look at him. You’re shy after something filthy. Or flustered by the way he’s watching you undress. You avert your eyes. And that’s when he moves, right behind you. One hand sliding over your stomach. His lips at your ear. “Why won’t you look at me, sweetheart?”
Being in your own bubble with you in public. You’re in a crowded place, but you’ve leaned close to whisper something in his ear. No one else hears it, but he does. And that soft, private intimacy?
It’s more arousing to him than anything else. His hand finds yours under the table, sliding fingers between yours slowly, possessively.
When you touch him like you’re allowed to. Not teasing. Just casual. Brushing your thumb across his jaw. Running your hand down his chest while you pass by. He doesn’t react right away, but his breathing changes. You’ll feel it later when he presses you to the mattress and rasps, “Touch me like that again. See what happens.”
The way you say his name when you’re scared. Not in danger, just overwhelmed. Like when he goes quiet during sex and you're unsure what he’s going to do next. You whisper, “Mystery?” and he freezes. That exact tone? Makes his chest tighten and his grip turn bruising. “Say it again,” he murmurs.
When you dare him. You think he won’t do something? Tell him that. Smirking, bold. He never responds immediately. But that small, slow blink he gives you? That’s the warning. You’re already in trouble. “You think I won’t?” he echoes. “Cute.”
When you let him watch. You’re undressing for bed or slipping off your tights after a long day, and you don’t ask him to help, you just let him sit and look. He won’t move. Won’t blink. But his knuckles are white where his hands rest on his knees. He doesn’t need to touch you to be turned on. He just needs permission to observe.
When you cry a little during intimacy. From pleasure, from being overwhelmed, from how intense it is. Your body trembling, tears in the corners of your eyes. That’s when he breaks. Kisses your eyelids. Murmurs so softly it’s almost awestruck: “You're so beautiful when you fall apart.”
Hearing you say things you don’t mean to say. It slips out. A gasped “I need you so bad,” or a desperate “Please don’t stop.” The way your voice warps when your guard’s down? That unfiltered desire is his undoing. He’ll kiss your throat and growl, “Don’t lie to me later and say you didn’t mean it.”
When you wake him up with your touch. He doesn’t sleep deeply, but your hand on his stomach, your lips against his jaw in the dark? He shifts immediately. Rolls to pin you beneath him, eyes barely open, already hard. “Can’t even wait till morning?” he whispers into your mouth. “Good.”
When you flinch, but like into him. You’re startled by thunder, or a loud sound outside, and instead of jumping away, you reach for him.
Instinctively. Like he’s your safe place. That tiny motion floods his entire system with heat. His palm cups the back of your head and he whispers, “I’ve got you. Always.”
When you tell him you dreamed about him. Especially if the dream wasn’t safe for work. You mention it offhand, expecting him to tease you, but he just tilts his head. “What was I doing in it?” You hesitate, and his hand slides slowly around your throat. “No. Say it. I want to hear what your subconsciousness begs for.”
Baby
You getting annoyed at him is a guaranteed turn-on. If you roll your eyes, snap “Baby, seriously?” or swat at him? He grins. Like full-smirk, tongue-between-his-teeth grin. “You’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re pissed. Keep going, I’m almost there.”
Your attitude? His fuel. Talk back, raise your brow, sass him with a “You wish”? He stares for a beat, then laughs low. “Oh I do. And you’re gonna prove me right real soon, sweetheart.”
He lives for visual contrast. You in one of his oversized shirts, or your legs crossed in a short skirt, lips glossed, acting all innocent? Game over. He’ll pull you into his lap just to ruin that image. “You tryna get fucked.”
He’s obsessed with when you try to act unaffected. When you pretend he’s not getting to you? That’s his kryptonite. You’re flushed, biting your lip, clearly struggling to ignore him, he leans in like he’s telling you a secret: “Say you don’t want me again. Go on. Lie to me.”
Hair-grabbing. Both ways. You tug on his hair mid-kiss? His breath hitches. He’ll turn it into a challenge. “You pull again, I’m bending you over this couch. No warnings.”
He gets hard watching you fight him for control. Even over stupid things, who picks the movie, who finishes a slice of pizza. “Oh, so we’re fighting now?” he’ll murmur, backing you into a wall. “Bet you don’t argue this hard when I’m inside you.”
Your thighs are his religion. Doesn’t matter what they’re doing, crossed in annoyance, bouncing as you sit, wrapped around him, he worships them. His hand always ends up there. Doesn’t even notice he’s doing it half the time.
He loves when you show off without meaning to. Wearing something a little too tight, stretching with your arms over your head, licking sauce off your finger, he’ll pause mid-convo just to watch. “Keep doing shit like that, and I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens next.”
You trying to tease him is his favorite game. He lets you think you’re winning, sits back, lets you grind, stroke, whisper, until you’re right on edge. Then he flips you without warning. “You wanted my attention? Congratulations. Now take it.”
He gets off on being your only. You tell him no one else makes you feel this way? He’ll go still, sharp smile spreading across his face. “Damn right they don’t.”
If you whimper his name, it’s over. Doesn’t matter where or when. He’ll physically pause whatever he’s doing, just to savor the sound. “Say it again,” he whispers, palm sliding up your thigh. “Nice and breathy this time.”
Watching you squirm in public? You’re trying to stay composed, maybe he slipped his hand a little too high, maybe he murmured something filthy in a crowded room, you glare, cheeks red, trying to act normal. He just raises a brow. “Act like you don’t love it.”
Eye contact. Prolonged eye contact. You hold his gaze a second too long, or look up from beneath your lashes? He growls low, tilts his head. “Lookin’ at me like that, baby? You better be ready to back it up.”
Watching you eat. Mostly something like Popsicles or anything that makes you lips shiny and you have your tongue out. His eyes are glued to your mouth. “You better not waste any of that” he mumbles, not talking about the food.
Catching you checking him out. He always notices. That quick once-over you think he missed? He didn't. “You stare any longer, baby, I’m gonna give you something worth staring at.”
Sass, spark, and even a bit of fearlessness. You bite your lip and say, “What if I don’t behave?” His jaw tics. “Then I ruin you so thoroughly behaving’s the only thing you’ll remember how to do.”
His default kiss is a soft, closed-mouth press that lingers.
He likes the feeling of you leaning into him.
Goodbye kisses are quick pecks on your temple or lips, careful not to smudge your makeup.
When he’s jealous, his kisses turn deep and slow, just a little possessive.
He always cups your face when kissing, thumbs stroking your cheeks.
Rainy days make him want lazy, unhurried make-out sessions on the couch.
If you surprise him with a kiss in public, he laughs and pulls you in for another, unable to stop smiling.
His morning kisses are drowsy, half-awake murmurs against your lips.
When he’s really turned on, his teeth graze your bottom lip, tongue coaxing you open so you can feel his hunger.
He likes ending a night out with a slow kiss in the car, hands still tangled in yours.
✦ ABBY
His kisses are often playful, starting as pecks before suddenly deepening without warning.
He loves kissing your neck from behind when you’re distracted.
During workouts together, he’ll pull you in, sweaty and laughing, for a quick kiss.
He’s a lip-biter. (I don't have proof but I know it).
When drunk, he gets handsy and sloppy with his kisses, dragging them down to your collarbone.
He sometimes pulls you onto his lap mid-kiss, just to feel you closer.
Public kisses are casual, but his hand will always be firm on your lower back.
In heated moments, he kisses hard, tilting your chin up so you can’t look away.
After a fight, his kisses are slow and apologetic, foreheads touching between breaths.
He likes to kiss you when you’re laughing, stealing the sound right from your mouth.
✦ ROMANCE
His kisses are exactly what his name promises — gentle, warm, and drawn out.
He loves holding your waist and swaying a little while kissing.
Candlelit kisses are his favorite. He wants the moment to feel cinematic.
When he misses you, his kisses are desperate, like he’s memorizing you all over again.
He kisses your hands, fingers, and even your knuckles before moving to your lips.
Whispered words between kisses make you melt. "You have no idea how much I missed this."
If you’re crying, he’ll kiss your tears away before kissing your mouth.
When he’s feeling bold, he’ll back you into a wall and kiss you like a scene from a drama.
He loves kissing you awake in the morning, slow and sweet.
His deep kisses always end with his lips brushing yours like he’s reluctant to let go.
✦ MYSTERY
He’s the lean in slowly type. He always want to make sure you're comfortable with him.
He rarely kisses in public, but when he does, it’s short and casual.
In private, he kisses like he’s starving — a hand tangled in your hair, the other hand on your back to bring you closer, breathing heavy.
He’s a fan of forehead kisses before a proper kiss.
When he’s jealous, he’ll pull you aside and kiss you hard enough to leave you dizzy.
He’ll pepper your face with soft kisses if he missed you.
His tongue play is teasing and slow, making you chase the kiss.
Late-night kisses are his favorite, half-whispered between quiet laughter in bed.
He likes to hold your jaw, controlling the angle of the kiss.
✦ BABY
He kisses fast and unexpected.
Teasing kisses are his specialty. He’ll stop right before your lips touch, smirking. Then brush his lips with yours for a moment. Pull back again. And then he kisses you properly.
He’ll pull you in by the hoodie strings or collar before kissing you.
He kisses you after every witty comeback you give, like a challenge (or a reward).
He’s the type to kiss during a gaming break, then go back to playing as if nothing happened.
His kisses can turn heated in seconds. He thrives on catching you off guard.
When he’s really into it, he’ll tilt his head just enough for your noses to brush.
He likes sitting with you on his lap, kissing lazily between conversation.
Expect him to kiss you just to shut you up, grinning against your lips.
Sometimes he’ll pull away after a deep kiss just to whisper, "Missed that."
✦ ZOEY
Her kisses are excited, always full of energy and affection.
Will kiss you every time she says hi or goodbye, without fail.
Loves smothering you in a flurry of quick pecks before landing one big one.
Gets giggly if the kiss turns more heated, but then goes all in.
She’s a surprisingly good kisser when she’s in the mood, all tongue and messy passion. Ends up breathless, no exception.
Likes to pepper kisses along your cheeks before finding your lips again.
Sometimes kisses you mid-sentence just because she had to.
After a heated kiss, she’ll pull back with flushed cheeks and a shy little laugh.
She’s addicted to how you taste, always asking for "just one more."
✦ MIRA
Her kisses start teasing, like quick pecks that make you chase her for more.
When she really kisses you, it’s deep, slow, and leaves no doubt about how much she loves you.
Likes to hold your face when she kisses you, thumbs tracing your jaw.
Will kiss you just to shut you up, especially during arguments.
She’ll bite your lip and tug —hard enough to make you gasp— before deepening the kiss.
Loves kissing in places where you shouldn’t, just for the thrill.
Her kisses can go from playful to utterly devouring in seconds.
If she’s jealous, her kiss becomes almost angry, as if she wanted to remind you who you belong to.
After pulling away, she smirks like she knows exactly what she just did to you.
✦ RUMI
Her kisses are intentional. Whether soft or deep, she knows exactly what she wants to make you feel.
Slow, lingering pecks in private when she wants to savor you.
In public, she’ll kiss you on the cheek or temple.
If she’s missed you, her kisses get desperate, pulling you close like she’s afraid to let go.
Morning kisses are warm, sleepy, and paired with a lazy smile.
Spicy? She loves kissing you against a wall, hands pinning you there while her lips dominate yours.
She’ll drag her lips across your jaw just to hear your breath hitch.
Occasionally bites your lower lip, smirking against your mouth when you react.
Always leaves you a little breathless, whether it’s sweet or sinful.
