the hint of a dry smile tugs at baby’s lips, sitting on the steps of your home beside you. “no one uses snail mail anymore.”
you sock him in the shoulder and he snorts out a laugh, pitching forward from the impact.
“promise!” you insist, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your sweatshirt (it’s actually his that you stole long ago, one he bought at an amusement park the two of you went to even longer before).
baby’s gaze remains upward, the stars above reflecting in his pale blue irises. “i promise.”
“to?” you prod at his arm until he swats at you.
“i promise to write you!” he huffs out impatiently, voice rising in a way that reminds you of how he was in middle school before hid voice changed and gained the deep timbre it has now. “even though i could literally just text you, which is way faster and more efficient.”
“oh, you’ll text every day too,” you reply matter-of-factly.
he smirks. “is that so?”
“yes,” you say, raising your hand threateningly until he laughs again.
“fine,” he cedes, grabbing your hand before you can hit him again. his hand is warm in yours, calloused from years of playing guitar in your garage. “i’ll write and text you. happy?”
“no,” you reply, falling against him and turning your head indignantly. “i’d be happy if you were going to school with me, in-state and driving distance from home.”
baby watches your smile as you speak, but he knows you’re only half-joking.
“you’re the one who told me to go out of state,” he hums, letting you sink further against him until you’re practically laying across his lap where his long legs are splayed down the steps.
“i know,” you sigh out, “but i didn’t think you’d go that far.”
he brushes the hair from your eyes with his free hand as you gaze up past his head at the stars. “i’ll visit,” he promises, and you smile. his heart jumps a little in his throat at the sight.
“you better,” you laugh, the tiniest trickle of a tear squeezing out the corner of your eye.
it’s hard to fathom that in a few months everything will change. there’ll still be late night phone calls and terrible candids sent in the groupchat and summer trips to the river taken. but there will be no more running next door after school to bother baby. there will be no more him climbing up through your window to lay on your floor and listen to your vintage vinyls when he can’t sleep. no more ditching class to share fries at the fast food place a few blocks down.
you heave out another dramatic sigh before you get to crying for real. “i always knew that baby saja was destined for greater things.”
he makes a noise that’s somewhere between a groan and a laugh. “you know you’re the only one that still calls me that, right?”
you grin. “and don’t you ever forget it. remember me when you’re big and famous, okay?”
baby squeezes your hand from where you’ve got his cradled against your chest. it says everything that he can’t. it says i won’t forget you, not for as long as i live.
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♱ IN WHICH they are your team, for better or worse. . .
♫ NOW PLAYING: it’s alright
every time you think jinu can’t possibly get any weirder, he manages.
nine in the morning is early for the saja house, especially after another rowdy night, so you’re not expecting anyone up when you shuffle downstairs for a coffee before the inevitable chaos of the day. you take the steaming mug out onto the porch and nearly drop the entire thing when you see jinu sitting on the steps.
“god, what are you doing?” you sputter, nearly spitting the coffee back into the cup.
jinu startles, clearly just as surprised as you. his brows furrow as he gets to his feet. “what are you doing?”
you scoff into your mug as you take another much-needed sip. “getting up at a normal time like a normal person.”
he leans back on the stairway railing and you mirror him opposite. “hmph. wasn’t used to having one of those around.”
you snort. “i can tell.” he frowns at that and you almost laugh. “so what were you doing out here?”
he glances down the empty driveway. “waiting for the mail. the next clue should be coming soon. i want to get a head start.”
you resist the urge to roll your eyes, wiling yourself to be nice. “right. that.”
jinu narrows his eyes at you. “you look like you have more to say on that.”
“its just…” you start, unsure of what to say next. “what’s the deal with you and HTX? mystery said you have some kind of blood feud with them or something.”
“‘blood feud’,” jinu scoffs. “that’s ridiculous.”
“well?”
“i just think some people shouldn’t have it all, that’s it.”
you wrinkle your nose. “what does that mean?”
“some of us had to work hard to get in here.”
“some of us meaning you?”
“all i’m saying is someone needs to knock them down a few pegs.”
“aye-aye captain,” you reply sarcastically, complete with a mocking salute. jinu narrows his eyes disapprovingly at you, but doesn’t say anything else.
the cheers when the six of you burst out of the library are deafening. your chest is heaving with the effort of yelling and sprinting from the end where they’d been holding the flags to the exit (and dodging the creature that had attempted to toss you out the skylight for disrupting the quiet).
“i can’t believe we pulled that off,” romance marvels from behind you.
“we didn’t,” baby hisses back. “no one grabbed the flag!”
a brief moment of panic passes over your group before mystery steps forward silently, holding the SJA house pendant between his fingers and smirking.
you can’t help the victorious cry you let out, throwing your arms around him in celebration before you can stop yourself. abby is right behind you, then romance, and together they drag baby into the jumping group-hug of celebration.
you escape their grasp after a moment, watching jinu standing off to the side eyeing the roaring crowds as the other teams slowly trickle out. he catches your eye and speaks in a low voice, meant only for you.
“that was stupid.”
irritation prickles at your skin at that. “we won, didn’t we?”
“i wasn’t done.” his eyes roam over you for a brief moment before he continues. “that was stupid…but it was brave. respect.”
you peer at him through your peripherals, searching for any sign of sarcasm or insincerity in his expression. there’s none. “did captain jinu just compliment me?”
he scoffs out a brusque, “don’t get used to it.” but you don’t miss the small smile that escapes him.
now we’re getting somewhere. stay tuned for more! thanks to everyone keeping up with this outlandish concept. i know i’m having fun with it, hope you are too! <3
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♱ IN WHICH a calm between storms becomes sidequest central . . .
♫ NOW PLAYING: oblivion
enjoy some behind the scenes smau while i work on the next developments. happy february! hoping it will be kinder to everyone, me included </3
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♫ NOW PLAYING: hang me out to dry
“ouch!”
baby grumbles from his place by your side on the dingy couch. your leg is propped up on the chipped coffee table, pants rolled up to expose the welt from the stinging glow urchins of the night prior.
“would you just shut up and hold still?”
you’re trying to glare at him, but the way you’re fighting back tears diminishes the effect (not that he’s looking at you anyway).
some of the swelling has gone down, but the spines have left some nasty scrapes and punctures on your skin. baby had insisted on fixing you up “to stop your complaining.” you were in no position to refuse.
“ow!”
“i can’t fix this if you keep squirming!” he hisses, pinching at the non-irritated part of your leg.
“i wouldn’t be squirming if you weren’t man-handling me! that hurts!”
he rolls his eyes and mutters profanities under his breath while you try not to scream.
he gives the bandage a sharp tug when he’s done, then gets to his feet and disappears down the hallway without a word.
“asshole,” you grumble after him.
“that’s a funny way to say ‘thank you!’” he calls from the hall, and you bury your face in the pillow and groan as loud as you can.
the sofa dips when abby throws himself down beside you. you wince when the movement jostles your leg but he flashes that golden retriever smile that makes it impossible to be mad at him.
“how’s the leg?”
“‘hurts’ is an understatement,” you reply, clutching it to you and leaning back on the couch (an inadvertently into abby). he pokes around the wound as you swat away his large hands.
“doesn’t look too bad.”
“baby patched it up a little.”
abby snorts. “baby? baby and ‘helpful’ should not be in the same sentence.”
“i didn’t put them in the same sentence.” he gives that a thoughtful frown and you can’t help but laugh, reaching over to ruffle his hair (which clears that frown right up).
you settle into quiet for a long moment of rare peace, but the wheels in your brain keep spinning. you ask before you can stop yourself.
“do you think jinu’s really pissed at me for almost costing us the challenge?”
abby looks at you, brows raised as if surprised. “jinu?” he gives a playful scoff, waving as if to bat away the idea. “nah. i mean, maybe he’ll be a little pissy about losing face in front of the other houses, but it’s nothing we can’t win back in the next one.”
you sigh exasperatedly. “if he hasn’t kicked me off the team by then.”
abby shrugs his shoulders like he’s warming up for a fight. “i won’t let him.” he throws a few pretend punches at the air for good measure, tongue between his teeth in concentration.
you laugh again, mostly against your will. you let your head fall against his shoulder, too tired to keep yourself upright any longer. “thanks for being on my side, abs.”
“anytime.” he leans back so you’re laying more comfortably against him. “he’s definitely gonna ramp up our training, though. can’t save you from that, babe.”
a sharp exhale leaves your nose at that, the ghost of a chuckle. “right.” you’d think that the nickname would bother you, but it doesn’t. it’s like playing couple the way kids play house. abby made you feel safe like that.
the brief bubble of respite shatters when hurried footsteps come down the stairs. you look up and there’s jinu and all his manic energy. he’s got a binder with papers flying out of it in one hand and a stopwatch in the other, and a stone-cold look in his eyes that makes you want to shrink back into the couch and hide behind abby.
“we’ve got no time to waste. the next challenge is in a week and we won’t be coming in last, i guarantee it.” he takes a breath to go on but stops before the impending tangent. “where is everybody?”
“romance is out and baby is sulking in his room,” abby answers.
“mystery?”
“nobody ever knows where mystery is.”
jinu pinches the bridge of his nose and heaves a sigh.
“i’ve been here the entire time,” comes a voice from behind jinu (who jumps like a little girl). you stare dumbly at where mystery has seemingly materialized from thin air.
“fine,” jinu replies, setting his things down and setting up camp on the common room floor. he slides his glasses on from where they’d been resting atop his head and uncaps his pen with his teeth. “let’s get started then. we’re running stats today. when that is healed—” he points the pen at you and your injured leg, “—we’ll be running laps until you can’t use it again. clear?”
you salute him in mocking and he rolls his eyes, returning to his notes. mystery lingers by hall behind him, leaning against the doorframe, and you all observe as jinu lays out his plans.
“the coming challenges haven’t been announced, but based on previous years and word of mouth, i’ve got some idea what we’re up against. now i need to know what i’m up against.” he narrows his eyes haughtily at the three of you. “let’s talk strengths and weaknesses.”
you spend the next two hours listening to jinu pick you apart and trying in vain to defend yourselves.
“what about mystery?” you bicker, sick of jinu’s monologue about everything that’s wrong with you.
“mystery doesn’t have any weaknesses,” jinu replies, not sparing you a glance. your face heats up with anger.
“except talking!”
mystery looks up with a gaze that makes you regret speaking up.
jinu waves you off and returns to his notes. he goes on to abby next, which naturally sparks up an argument that has to be taken outside and leaves you and mystery alone in the living room.
you fall backwards on the couch and press your hands into your eyes, wishing you were just about anywhere else.
“how do you stand it?” you ask. the question hangs in the air for a long time and you think irately that mystery must’ve taken off again before he finally speaks.
“sorta boils down to keeping my head down and getting out of the house as often as i can.”
“well, i don’t think the first will do me any good,” you heave a sigh. “…but i’m kinda down for the second.”
mystery hums lowly, a tinge of amusement behind the sound. “that so?” you nod. “hm. wanna get out of here?”
“i would be thrilled.”
“so where are we going?” you ask, trying to keep up with mystery’s long strides on your bad leg.
“i know a place,” is his simple answer.
“you better not be taking me to a sewer.”
“i’m not taking you to a sewer.”
“promise?”
he gives a wry smile, facing straight forward, and doesn’t reply.
“you’re taking me to a sewer, aren’t you…”
he laughs as he ducks into a hall, scales several flights of stairs and pushes open a door. a gust of cold night air hits your flushed face and you suck in a breath, nearly laughing with the relief of it.
“whoa…”
mystery watches you with a self-satisfied smile, hands in the pockets of his hoodie.
“are we even allowed to be up here?” you ask, peering over the ledge before looking back at him in wonder.
he shrugs. “we’re not not allowed to be up here.”
you glance at the warning plaque on the door behind him. “…there’s literally a sign that says we’re not allowed to be up here.”
“rules are a suggestion.” you give him a look and he waves you off. “will you relax? i come up here all the time.”
“clearly,” you murmur, observing his setup with careful eyes. he’s got a sun-worn lounge chair next to a cooler and a beach towel.
he lets you take the chair and sits on the ground beside you. you peer into the cooler curiously. fruit sodas, in pretty glass bottles. you raise an eyebrow.
“i don’t drink.”
you hum, nodding once and leaving it at that. you take to looking at the stars as silence washes over you both. you can’t decide if its awkward or comforting.
you figure the quiet game will last as long as you let it, so you chance a conversation. you don’t even know what to ask, where to begin. “so…what are you majoring in?”
mystery still doesn’t look at you when you speak. “officially? scream can design.”
you let out an abrupt laugh and he stares blankly. “sorry, i just can’t picture anyone willingly wanting to work in scream can design.”
“i don’t want to work in scream can design.”
“oh…” crickets. “so what do you want to do?”
he shrugs.
“you don’t talk much, do you?” you ask, hugging your legs to your chest.
he dons that wry smile again. “figure that out all by yourself?”
you can’t help the tiny laugh that escapes you. he has that dry kind of humor and silence that makes you want to keep talking to fill it, to see how long it takes before he’ll chime back in. fun game.
“why is that?”
“not a lot to say.”
“i find that hard to believe.”
“then maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.”
you don’t know how to respond to that. (maybe this game isn’t so fun). so you don’t.
“…we should go,” you say after a long moment, the itch to escape creeping up on you. what is it that they say about fearing the unknown? mystery is like the unknown personified…
“we just got here,” he replies, leaning back on his hands.
damn. it’s true, and you’re not sure you could find your way back alone anyhow. so you stay. and you try not to fear the quiet.
the breeze ruffles his hair, exposing his eyes to the starlight. they glow like amber in the dark. it takes a long time before you can tear your gaze away.
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♫ NOW PLAYING: feel good inc.
this is probably your first time in a sewer. doesn’t seem like the kind of place you’d want to find yourself in again…
jinu, abby, and romance take to crowds. they’re crowing and preening at the shouts and cheers echoing through the caverns, living for the attention.
you try to stick towards the back with baby and mystery, both of whom look like — or are trying to look like — they’re too cool to be there (which is absolutely not the case).
you feel like everyone is staring at you. and technically they are — they’re looking at all the teams — but you feel like you’re still on trial, which is slightly ridiculous because it’s not like you asked to be on this team.
“of all the sewers on campus, i think this is my favorite,” mystery murmurs from behind you. you hear baby scoff.
“you’ve been here before?”
there’s a smirk in his voice when he replies a soft, “i have a life outside of the house, you know.”
you stare in awe at the thrumming crowd, screaming like they’re possessed. all manner of monsters crowd the scaffolding, from the winged beasts circling overhead to sirens to banshees and demons like you. the entire school here to see if you win or lose. to see you fail…
you can barely hear the announcers ahead over the blood rushing in your ears. you grab the nearest arm to steady yourself. romance blinks, eyes flashing yellow beside you. his gaze softens for a split second before he turns back to the crowd. he doesn’t look at you when he speaks, but his voice is clearly meant only for you.
“stand up straight. own it. don’t let them see you weak.”
you look up at him but he’s flashing that winning smile without missing a beat, waving to the mob like he hadn’t said anything.
you square your shoulders, patterns flaring, and try your best to look intimidating. after all, what’s a monster if not scary?
you finally tune in to the announcer. jinu would never let you live it down if you miss anything important.
the mob goes wild when they announce HTX. you don’t miss the way jinu bristles in front of you. you’re surprised by the equally enthusiastic reception to the sajas. the crowd loses it when you flash your eyes yellow in sync with the boys, which earns are appraising look from him that you try to ignore.
“welcome to the first event of the scare games!” static crackles up the mic as the announcers begin. “the toxicity challenge! human children are toxic, and anything they touch is toxic…”
a chorus of gasps echoes when a sickly magenta light pours from a biohazard container that hisses when it unlocks. one of the students pulls a spiked, glowing entity from the container with a wicked, fanged smile.
“oh shit…” baby whispers, blue eyes wide in the dark.
“what is that?” romance asks through his teeth. the teams are beginning to line up and the six of you fall into formation.
“bad news,” abby replies, his face set in a determined scowl that you’ve rarely seen from this close.
“they showed us these shits in lecture,” baby murmurs. “it was on the exam.”
“i failed that exam,” you hiss.
people cry out when the lights shut off, a wicked laugh echoing throughout the chamber. the evil glow of the urchins is even more apparent in the dark.
“i lead.” jinu’s got that tone again, more intense than before. “stay together. watch your step. and no matter what — don’t stop.”
mystery crouches beside you on your other side. from this close, you can see his eyes. they’re gleaming with an edge you’ve never seen before.
the airhorn cuts through the air and the mob’s screams reach deafening heights as the teams take off.
jinu cuts a path through the tunnel with frightening agility. his patterns glow with just enough light to follow. abby takes off right behind him, romance and baby right on his tail. mystery takes up the rear, and it’s all you can do to watch your own feet and run.
your heart hammers in your chest, breath heaving, as you sprint for your life. you duck, jump, and weave past the mess of urchins, all the while trying not to lose the purple patterns that guide you through the dark. you can hear shouts and cries of the other teams, the stumbles and thuds of people dropping on either side of you. a glimpse of a purple braid vanishing around the next bend.
“come on!” jinu shouts ahead, rounding the corner. he yells a warning and you duck as a glowing urchin sails past you. they’re throwing them from above…
i want to go home, you think desperately, yelling when your shoe catches on the uneven pavement below. an arm seizes you before you can fall, mystery dragging you upright and along without missing a beat. you don’t even get the chance to thank him, you’re running so hard.
another quick turn. romance grabs your hand. run. jump. dodge.
“they’re gaining!” baby shouts from ahead. footsteps echo down the chamber behind you. duck. step.
cheers sound outside, ringing like preemptive humiliation in your ears. you guess huntrix has taken the first challenge. you can’t lose, not at the first hurdle…
WHAM!
you’re hitting concrete before you can even process what’s happened. you grunt at the sting of it, biting back tears when you feel the sharp pain of the urchin spines in your ankle. there’s commotion ahead as another team passes you up but the pain is deafening as it is blinding. you grit your teeth but you can’t make yourself stand on the injured foot, much as you try.
you cry out in pain and frustration as you hit the ground again. another team passes you by and you try in vain one more time to get up.
there’s a puff of pink smoke and strong hands suddenly wrap around your forearms. you look up and are met with jinu’s deep brown eyes, shining with determination in the dark.
“w-what are you doing?!”
he’s got his arms around you before you can protest, hauling you up into his arms as he takes off at a sprint. “i am not going to lose these games because of your dead weight!”
you’d curse him out if your heart wasn’t beating so fast (or your leg didn’t hurt this much).
the streetlights are blinding when you and jinu catch up to the other boys and sprint across the finish line. the crowd is deafening.
he puts you down as soon as you’ve crossed, but you still catch enough looks to make you want to crawl back into the sewer.
there are other teams in worse shape than you (though you’re the only saja to come out with an injury). but still, you’d barely made the cut. had jinu been even a second behind, it would be your team eliminated this round.
you look up at him as the announcers congratulate everyone moving on. he’s smiling, but his jaw is tight. he won’t meet your eyes.
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the SJA house looks even worse in broad daylight. your entire body sags with premature defeat as you climb the rickety steps.
you’d been here last night for the team meeting, but until now it had all been a blur. it hits you full force when you walk in the unlocked door and see the entire place lit by whatever sunlight has managed to creep through the wrinkled blinds.
it’s a mess. not just regular mess, but boy mess. demon boy mess. if there was a god (or devil) that could’ve helped you, you would’ve started praying.
a cheerful cry echoes your name down the hall and with it, abby’s grinning face. “hey, you made it!”
before you get the chance to respond, his arms are around you and spinning you like you’re a child. abby was like that — too touchy for his own good. you probably wouldn’t have minded so much if your skin wasn’t crawling from the surrounding mess of bottles, wrinkled clothes, crumpled papers, and glitter (really? glitter?).
the house seems dead, aside from abby. “where is everyone?” you ask.
you turn back to head for the door and three shapes have materialized from the shadowed hall in a puff of pink smoke. you let out an involuntary shriek, jumping back a step and nearly colliding with the solid shape of abby behind you.
“god!” you hiss, clutching at your chest as you stare down the three boys. “do you have to be so creepy?”
three sets of yellow eyes blink at you, slowly, blankly. (or two, at least, but you assume the third follows).
you watch as they file out of the house and out to your car to haul in your belongings. they all look different but they move in sync, like they’re one being under a hive mind. it’s funny and strange and off-putting all at the same time.
“no jinu,” you mumble as you and abby return with the last of your things. “shocker.”
you huff as you set down the cardboard box, wiping sweat from your forehead despite the relative coldness outside.
when you straighten up, you realize the four of them are staring at you again. you try to square your shoulders indignantly, refusing to shrink back under their gazes (much as you want to).
four pairs of eyes is too many, so you pick one and hold his gaze. the little one — the one with the blue hair. you recognize him, and not just from the fraternity.
“i know you,” you say, before you can really think about it. “you’re in my o-chem lecture.”
he’s quiet for a long time, sizing you up. like he’s deciding if he’ll deign to speak to you or not — but before he gets the chance to decide abby beats him to the punch.
“you already know baby? perfect!”
“excuse me?”
abby stares stupidly for a second before he laughs and points at the little blue-haired one again.
you turn to look at him in disbelief. “your name…is baby?”
“it’s a nickname,” he snaps. “and despite my better attempts, it’s what everyone calls me so you may as well too. clearly you’ll fit right in, given that nobody else seems to listen to me either.”
“so what are you then, team captain?” you scoff, irritated by his attitude.
“i’m team captain,” comes a low voice from behind you. you resist the urge to shiver on account of the icy tone. “which means you will do exactly as i say.”
it’s like you can hear beethoven’s fifth symphony, or some corny villain theme from a cartoon. when you turn, jinu is standing on the stairs looking down his perfectly straight nose at you. you hate him.
“great,” you say sarcastically. “looking forward to it.”
you make a face behind his back when he passes you that makes the pink-haired one muffle a laugh.
“last night was just a brief,” he says with more authority than the situation should warrant. (this is a frat game, not the military, you think). “the real work starts now.”
“you mean moving all this shit?” baby asks, kicking at a suitcase you’d left by the stairs. you glare at him but its like he’s ignoring you on purpose.
jinu ignores him. “the first challenge will be announced soon. it could be anything.”
“it’s true,” the pink one whispers to you. “people have died, that’s what they say.”
comforting. jinu carries on, pacing the hall as he speaks in a way that makes you dizzy (or just sick). “we need to be prepared. we can’t afford any weak links.”
he glances at you and anger boils in your veins. your patterns flash an irritated purple.
“once i find out more, we’ll have our assignments. for now, i think we should focus on general strategy.”
his voice trails in one ear and out the other as you survey the group. names float around and you begin to place everybody. you already knew abby, and jinu speaks for himself (maybe a bit too much for your taste). then there’s baby (you still wonder where that moniker came from), and the pink one — romance (you remember him drunk and dressed like cupid, swinging from the school’s tower last year during valentines). and the quiet one…cute hallway boy. you and zoey see him leaving the library every week after your scream seminar. neither of you have ever heard him speak, but you’ve both developed some moronic crush on him anyway. jinu calls him mystery, which is fitting enough.
“next order of business.” your attention returns when jinu claps like a schoolteacher. “no contact with the enemy.” he punctuates that with a pointed look at you.
you look up, face deadpan. “they’re my friends.”
“not anymore,” he amends, waving you off. “now they’re the competition — and i intend to beat them. so unless you’re spying for weakness, the only people you’ll be hanging around is us.”
“i’m not selling out my friends to you!” you scoff incredulously. “and you can’t hold me hostage here!”
he starts spouting protest and the two of you descend to childlike bickering until he storms away with a dramatic cry of, “nobody listens to jinu, as usual!”
you take some joy in seeing his composure crack.
the others are watching you again, but this time more amused than judgmental.
“is he always this much of an asshole?” you huff, gesturing in the direction jinu’d left in.
“pretty much,” baby replies, looking just as irritated as you.
“no!” abby cuts in, shooting baby a cutting glance before clapping you on the shoulders gently in what he probably thinks is a reassuring manner. “he just really wants that trophy, that’s all.”
“why?” you demand. “what’s so special about a damn trophy?”
your questions seems to stump abby, standing there with a puzzled expression like he’d never thought about it before. “i don’t know…”
“he’s got something against those banshees,” comes a voice from the corner. you didn’t even realize mystery was still there.
“but why?” you insist. mystery doesn’t answer. baby’s already going up the stairs and slamming his door. romance has wandered into the kitchen in search of a snack, and abby is hauling your suitcase up to your room. and you’re left in the entryway wondering how your life came to this…
sorry for deadass taking months to update this...series are not my strongsuit lately 😭 hoping to get back into this, i have some good ideas in the works >:) enjoy!
Demon hunter Kpop idols,you knew the energy they had and you had to deal with those times three. Especially when they wanted to get their hands on you,you'd be out for days afterwards. Tonight they were out hunting as you waited with a book on the couch reading. The book was quickly getting to a steamy part,you could tell and you read on. You were too deep in the book to realize the door creaked open,you didn't hear the footsteps walking towards you. But you did feel someone's warm breath against your neck. And turned to see Zoey,and you swore her eyes were glowing pink. Grinding against your ass as she smirked and peaked at the book.
"Oh...you're reading something fun I see," she said in a low voice,right against your ear. She smirked and nipped along your neck. She bit down on your neck and sucked hard,leaving a hickey there. Her hands moved down and gripped your hips,pulling you back against her more. "You smell so good," she purred,breathing in your scent. Zoey continued to leave marks along your neck and shoulders. Before you could shut the book Mira had sat down and grabbed it,proceeding to read some outloud and her eyes glowing the same pink as Zoey.
"Mmm, let me see..." Mira's voice dripped with amusement as she scanned the page. Her glowing pink eyes flickered over the text before she began reading aloud in a sultry tone: "His hands slid down her waist—rough, demanding—as he pinned her against the wall." She paused mid-sentence to smirk at Zoey over your shoulder. "Sounds familiar?" Mira smirked as Zoey’s hands moved under your top.
"What's gotten into you two?"
"Hunting was boring," Zoey purred, dragging her nails down your side. "We came back early... just to play."
"You were so quiet here alone... We had to check if you missed us too much." Her smirk turned sharp as she added, "Turns out? You did."
"Just sit back and relax... We'll take good care of you." Zoey whispered loudly,it was barely a whisper.
Zoey's hands were quick to go under your top,while Mira kissed your neck. Your head lulled back and out of the corner of your eye you saw Rumi watching.
"Oh? Did you two forget I was coming back too?" Zoey let out a breathy laugh against your skin but didn’t stop her wandering hands.
"Mmm... just giving you front-row seats." Rumi's eyes were also glowing but so were her patterns. Clearly some demon thing was affecting all of them. Mira was quick to pick you up and drag you to your room. Her hands ripping off your clothes before Rumi and Zoey came back. You heard them but didn't see them until Rumi was under you,Mira pushing you on top of her. Your back against her chest as her hands cupped your breasts. Seeing Zoey behind Mira as her hands moved on Mira. But you felt something cold against your ass,Rumi pushed two fingers into your ass. Rumi smirked, her own eyes flashing with feral hunger.
"Careful... we don't want to break her too soon,"
"Oh,please if you could shove it into her ass right now you would've." Mira said,grabbing your thighs. "But I can take this pussy immediately," she looked back at Zoey. "Zoey," she nodded and reached between Mira's legs. Lubing the strap before she roughly pushed it inside you,making you arch your back.Rumi's smirk widened, her eyes flicking back down to you for a beat she leaned down near your ear and murmured,
"Look at you... such a good girl for us, aren't you? Taking everything we give you without fighting at all?" Mira's comments quickly got more intense,dirtier but still praising you.
"Fuck look at you," she growled, voice thick with hunger. "So tight around it... So desperate for more." Her fingers dug into your skin like she wanted to brand you. "Bet you'd whimper even louder if I pulled it out just to slam back in" Her hips rolled behind yours in a slow grind just soaking up every little noise and tremble from you before adding: "Such a perfect fucking toy... Bet Rumi wants a turn too, huh? Gonna let her ruin this pussy next?"
"No," you whimpered. "It's yours," you rolled your hips against Mira,moving faster. "It's yours,this pussy is only yours."
"That's right, baby,but I’ll still let her have this.” She rubbed your ass then she slammed into you,making a comment with each thrust.
"Fuck—you take it so well, baby~" Her hips snapped forward harder, forcing a choked gasp from you.
"Look at you... squirming like a fucking mess just for me." She dragged the strap almost all the way out before slamming back in with bruising force.
"Gonna ruin this pussy so bad..." Her nails raked down your thighs as she pistoned into you faster leaving no room to breathe between thrusts.
"Bet Rumi's jealous now? Watching how good I make you feel?" A sharp grind against that sweet spot made your vision white out momentarily.
"C'mon... Scream for me," she demanded, voice ragged with lust as her rhythm turned downright punishing. You moaned,her smirk widened as she moved faster. It was a blur of her voice mumbling every iteration of good girl she knew. Rumi made an impressed noise from under Mira, reaching up to tug at the other idol's hair to get her attention.
"Hey. Stop hogging," she chuckled, her eyes gleaming. Mira's expression was downright cocky as she retorted,
"Why, you impatient
"Oh, not impatient," Rumi smirked, her voice darkening. "Just eager to make our good little toy feel good"
"Looks like someone's eager to have their turn already," Mira teased, shooting an amused look down at Rumi.
"Can you blame me? She looks so pretty like this."
"Then take her with me,I'm not done with this pretty pussy. But take that ass."
Rumi's grin turned downright wicked as she lubed up her fingers without hesitation.
"Mmm... greedy little thing, aren't you?" she murmured before pressing two slick digits against your ass in one slow, torturous push just to watch you squirm between both of them. Mira let out a dark laugh from behind you and leaned in closer, nipping at your earlobe.
"Oh? Gonna take us both like the perfect fucking toy we know you are?" Her hips rolled deeper on instinct as Rumi curled her fingers just right leaving no space for thought beyond pure sensation. Once she was satisfied she pushed her own strap on inside your ass. You were now filled with both of them. Meanwhile Zoey was still watching from the corner… very invested. But she wasn't watching for long as she came up soon,a small bullet in her hand. She teased as it vibrated between her fingers. Mira’s head snapped toward Zoey at the sound of that buzzing, her thrusts faltering for a split second.
"Oh, you," she started before Rumi cut in with a dark chuckle:
"Put it on her." Zoey didn’t need to be told twice. She crawled over and pressed the vibrating bullet right against your clit while Mira bottomed out inside you again her voice ragged
"Now? You don’t get to come until we say so." The buzzing on your clit was driving you crazy. You were full, so impossibly full, and they expected you to just wait. Mira stopped moving but Rumi continued. You tried to roll your hips against Mira.
"Ah-ah-ah, not so fast" Rumi chided, watching the tension on your face. "You have to wait, remember?" You nodded,trying your best not too cum too quickly. Rumi chuckled.
"So obedient... almost makes me want to be nice to her," she was taunting you to move.
"Not me,makes me wanna be meaner." Mira said,upping the vibration. Zoey was still watching until Rumi spoke up.
"Zoey,you gonna watch all night baby?"
"Maybe~" she drawled, her eyes gleaming. "It's a damn good show."
"Then why don't you take a seat?" She smugly suggested,Zoey knew what she really meant. She straddled you,letting you feel her wetness against your stomach.
"Here, why don't you give our girl something to watch." Mira handed a vibrator to her,she spread her legs and pressed it to her own clit. Your body trembled,you moaned louder and louder as you got closer. Rumi and Mira didn't let up, their movements getting rougher and messier as they watched. It was like they were waiting to see who'd break first you, or your patience.
"Please..." you whimpered. Zoey seemed to know it too. She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear.
"You can do it... just a little longer,wait for me" Zoey's smirk widened at your begging, her eyes glowing even brighter now. She was just as impatient as the others to take you over the edge, but she enjoyed hearing you beg. "Now,Now cum for us." She moaned out as she came herself. Mira didn't hesitate either she snapped her hips forward one last time with brutal force. Rumi followed seconds later. Rumi was equally pleased, her eyes running over your flushed body with a satisfied expression. She leaned in, kissing your neck softly.
"You did so well, princess." Zoey had a smirk on her face, her hand still gripping the toy as she panted softly.
"Mmmm... that was a pretty sight to watch"
“Good girl,”Mira said, her voice low and gravely. Then their eyes stopped glowing.
"What happened to you three?"
Zoey and Rumi exchanged a quick glance before Zoey let out a slow breath.
"We... got possessed? Temporarily." She rubbed her face, still trying to process it herself.
Rumi nodded along, her voice quieter than usual as she added.
"Demon energy in the hunting grounds must've clung to us when we came back." You breathed heavily,your head falling back.
"Damn demons." Zoey nodded in silent agreement, watching Mira with a quiet frown. She seemed more contemplative than usual. Mira, who was still slumped against you. The poor girl was clearly worn out. She let out a soft sigh, shaking her head before murmuring, "...She's gonna feel horrible when she's back to herself. She never talks like that,especially to you.”
"Maybe we shouldn't tell her that it was kinda hot."
"But I think we should wait a while before admitting that. She won't appreciate it while she's feeling this shitty."
