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[punnifullife]

So... about Kpop demon hunters.... 😳😳😳😳😳

[luxthestrange]

Lux*Taps mic and looks into the camera seeing directly at you*...I know what you are

[roseyquartz15]

Why is nobody talking about this scene.

I've only seen it mentioned like once or twice. Bobby's worst fear/shame is losing Huntrix and being alone. This man loves them so much. Imagine how horrible he felt when they fought on stage.

[t4kalcvr]

DON’T TEST ME — 𝖲𝖠𝖩𝖠 𝖡𝖮𝖸𝖲

WORD COUNT. 3,105 GENRE. romantic drama, yearning, && spicy romance. CONTENT CONTAINS. jealousy, suggestive endings, public settings, && silent treatment. REQUESTED BY. @ackerkisses

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JINU :: “YOU DONT EVEN REALIZE WHAT YOU DO TO ME.”

you didn’t notice the way he stared.

you’d only meant to be polite—smiling as the new producer introduced you to one of the rising idol trainees he was mentoring. the boy was sweet, younger than you, a little nervous. so you offered him a drink, complimented his jacket, maybe laughed a little too easily when he made an awkward joke. it wasn’t flirty, just kind. you didn’t even think about how close he stood, or how his eyes lingered a little too long on your lips when you talked.

but jinu noticed.

across the room, leaned in a dark corner like he was carved out of shadow, jinu saw every second. every laugh, every brush of your fingers against the boy’s arm, every soft look you gave that you didn’t even realize you were giving. he stood still, too still, like something ancient and dangerous waiting to be summoned. his jaw was locked, his eyes dark, and the minute the trainee leaned in just a little too close to whisper something to you—jinu vanished from the room without a sound.

you found him outside twenty minutes later. sitting on the hood of a sleek black car, elbows on his knees, eyes burning holes into the pavement.

“you looked like you were having fun,” he said before you could speak.

“he was just talking,” you replied gently.

“he wasn’t.” jinu turned toward you slowly, his expression blank, but his voice heavy with strain. “he was picturing things he’ll never get to touch.”

you blinked. “he’s just a kid—he was nervous—”

“you don’t even realize what you do to people,” he said, stepping toward you. “you smile and they fall in love. you laugh and they think they have a chance. and you—you just let it happen. you don’t even see it.”

your heart squeezed, your voice smaller now. “i didn’t mean to.”

“i know you didn’t.” he stopped in front of you, close enough that the wind barely fit between your bodies. “and that’s what drives me fucking crazy. you weren’t trying, and you still made him want you.”

his hand came up slowly, gently brushing your cheek, fingertips curling beneath your jaw. “do you know how hard it was to stay standing there? watching him look at you like that?”

you leaned into his touch without thinking. “no one else gets to touch me.”

“say it again,” he whispered, breath trembling against your skin.

“no one gets to have me,” you said, firmer now. “only you.”

the kiss hit you like heat.

he didn’t ask. he didn’t warn you. just took your mouth with his, hands sliding around your waist, gripping you tight like he was making sure no one could ever pull you away again. the kiss was messy, all tension and hunger, lips bruising and breath shared between gasps. his body pressed into yours, pinning you against the hood of the car, and you felt the barely restrained growl in his throat as your fingers tugged at his jacket.

he kissed you like a man starved. and when he broke for air, his voice came out rough, shaky, thick with need.

“i don’t want to stop.”

you looked up at him, lips swollen, chest heaving.

his eyes were glowing now—softly, unmistakably golden.

he tilted his head, leaned in close, and murmured, “get in the car.”

ROMANCE :: “SO WHY DOES IT HURT LIKE HEARTBREAK?”

you didn’t mean to ignore him.

he was running late, which wasn’t unusual for romance. he always made an entrance—flowing coat, lips pink with gloss, some tragic playlist spilling from his earbuds. so when he texted you that he was on the way, you just smiled and slipped deeper into the group conversation already happening at the café.

the guy across from you was one of your mutuals, someone from a label romance used to work with—a charming choreographer with too many rings and a lazy kind of smile. he leaned in when he spoke, complimented your laugh, told you you looked softer than usual tonight. you brushed it off with a smile, trying not to overthink it.

what you didn’t notice—what you didn’t see—was romance walking in just in time to catch that look on the guy’s face. that lean. that moment.

his smile didn’t crack when he reached your table. he greeted everyone just like always, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as if he hadn’t noticed anything at all. but you felt it. the tension in the way he held your waist just a second longer. the way his laugh didn’t quite reach his eyes.

he was quiet the rest of the night. too quiet for someone called romance.

and when you walked out together, into the cool shimmer of streetlights and distant music, he still hadn’t said anything.

you tugged on his sleeve. “hey. what’s wrong?”

he looked down at you, blinking like you’d interrupted a spiral. his voice was soft.

“do you like him?”

you frowned. “what?”

“the choreographer.” his tone was still gentle, but his jaw tensed at the name. “you were laughing so much. and he kept looking at you like you were dessert.”

“i was just being friendly,” you said quickly, grabbing his hand. “i didn’t even realize.”

he let you hold him, but his eyes dropped to the sidewalk. “you don’t get it. when you smile like that… it feels like i’m watching you slip through my fingers.”

your chest ached. “romance—i didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”

“i know,” he whispered, finally looking at you again. “but you did.”

his voice broke just slightly at the end, and it made something inside you collapse. you wrapped your arms around his neck without thinking, pressing your face into the curve of his collarbone. he breathed you in like he’d been suffocating all night.

“you’re the only one i want,” you said into his chest.

his fingers dug into your waist. “then tell me he meant nothing.”

“he meant nothing.”

he let out a shuddered breath, then pulled back just enough to look at you—his hands still on your hips, his mouth hovering so close it hurt.

“say it again,” he murmured.

you cupped his face, lips brushing his as you repeated it: “he meant nothing.”

and then he kissed you like poetry.

like every line he’d ever written was for this moment. his lips were warm, slow, aching. but beneath the softness was something wild. desperate. almost bruising in the way he pressed your body against his, like he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else ever being that close again.

he kissed you like he was reclaiming you.

your fingers tangled in the back of his shirt. his hands slipped lower, gripping your thighs, pulling you closer, closer still—until he made a decision.

without warning, he lifted you.

a soft gasp left your throat as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. his hands were firm, steady under your thighs, his mouth never once leaving yours as he turned toward the alley beside the café — dark, narrow, quiet.

not rushed. not rough. just purposeful. claiming.

he broke the kiss only long enough to whisper, “you’re mine. say it again.”

“i’m yours,” you breathed against his cheek, trembling from how close his voice was to breaking.

he pressed you gently against the old brick wall, still holding you off the ground, his body flush to yours, eyes dark with everything he couldn’t say aloud.

“now, let me remind you,” he whispered, “exactly how much.”

ABS :: “YOU DIDN’T EVEN LOOK AT ME”

he was only gone for five minutes.

five minutes to grab his protein shake from the car. five minutes while the group tour break was winding down and the stylists were resetting. five minutes, and somehow that was long enough for some other guy to slide into the seat beside you.

abs stood frozen in the doorway when he walked back into the studio, bottle in hand, towel slung over his neck, sweat still clinging to his collarbone. you were laughing—head tilted back, eyes shining—and he felt his heart drop straight into his stomach.

it wasn’t that you weren’t allowed to laugh.

you just… weren’t laughing at him.

the guy beside you was one of the backup dancers for the shoot—new, lean, overly confident. he was leaning way too close, clearly trying too hard. and you? you weren’t pushing him away.

you were smiling.

you were blushing.

you didn’t even glance at abs when he passed by.

he didn’t say anything. didn’t make a scene.

he just dropped his bottle onto the bench, tugged off the rest of his overshirt, and went back to the mirror wall like he was supposed to — jaw clenched, muscles tight, too aware of every movement behind him. his body was on autopilot, but his mind kept flashing back to the way the guy had touched your arm when he made you laugh. how easily you’d leaned in, let him linger.

when rehearsal finally ended and people started filtering out, you made your way toward him like nothing was wrong. you smiled, casually, like the warmth in your eyes had been there for him all along.

“hey, abs—”

“you didn’t even look at me.”

his voice stopped you mid-step.

he wasn’t smiling. he wasn’t teasing. his eyes — always bold, always bright — were dark now, unreadable.

you tilted your head. “what?”

“the whole time.” he wiped at his face with the towel, then dropped it onto the bench, stepping toward you. “you didn’t look at me once.”

you blinked, caught off guard. “i didn’t realize—”

“you didn’t see me.” his voice was soft now, but dangerous. “you were too busy laughing at his dumb jokes. too busy letting him put his hands on you like he deserved to.”

you frowned, stepping closer. “he was just being friendly—”

“i don’t care if he was telling you the cure to death.” he was in front of you now, close enough for you to see the frustration trembling in his jaw. “i stood across the room and watched you give him everything you won’t give me.”

you sucked in a sharp breath. “what do you mean? i—”

his hands gripped your waist suddenly, dragging you forward until your chest met his — bare skin, flushed from dancing, warm and impossibly hard beneath your palms.

“you smile at everyone else like it costs nothing,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, “but you avoid me like i’m the one who’ll ruin you.”

your fingers curled against his abs — his actual abs — and he groaned low in his throat, like even that was enough to undo him.

“abs,” you whispered.

“tell me it’s not just me,” he said, eyes scanning yours. “tell me i’m not crazy for thinking that when you look at me like this…” his thumb dragged across your lower lip, “…it means something.”

“it does,” you breathed. “you do.”

that broke something in him.

his lips crashed into yours before you could say anything else. he kissed you like he’d waited all day to lose control — all tension and heat and too much teeth, like he needed to taste the words right off your mouth. his hands gripped the back of your thighs, and before you could process it, he’d lifted you — effortlessly, like you weighed nothing — and pinned you to the studio wall behind the changing curtain.

your legs wrapped around him instinctively. his forehead dropped to yours. your breaths mingled.

“you’re mine,” he growled, voice rough and low.

you nodded, eyes wide, pulse racing. “i’m yours.”

he kissed you again—harder this time, slower, like he wanted it to last.

and then he pulled back just enough to whisper—

“i hope you didn’t make any plans tonight.”

MYSTERY :: “DONT MAKE ME SHOW YOU”

you didn’t even know he was there.

you’d been standing near the snack table with one of the staff producers—just chatting, waiting for the next shoot block to begin. he was older, polite, a little too complimentary, but nothing you couldn’t handle. he smiled at you like he was trying to impress you. you laughed, thanked him for the candy he offered, shrugged when he said he liked your voice.

you didn’t think it mattered.

but behind you, partially hidden behind the set scaffolding, someone stood still. too still. a shadow folded inside itself. long strands of silver-lilac hair hiding the full weight of his stare.

mystery had been there since before the conversation started.

he hadn’t interrupted. hadn’t made a sound.

just watched.

the producer stepped closer. closer again. his laugh too familiar now. you leaned back slightly, uncomfortable for the first time.

and that’s when you felt it—

a presence behind you.

you turned, startled.

but the producer had already stopped talking. his face had gone pale.

because mystery was there. just behind you.

close. quiet. motionless.

his mouth was a straight line. his hair draped in front of his eyes like mist.

he didn’t say a word. didn’t have to.

you barely blinked, and the producer was already muttering something about “being needed on set” and backing away.

you turned slowly to face mystery, pulse fluttering. “were you there the whole time?”

he tilted his head. said nothing.

you took a breath. “he was just being nice.”

he didn’t blink.

you stepped forward, trying to read him, but his face was unreadable—like he was built from static and half-finished thoughts. but the energy pouring off him was unmistakable: jealousy.

not loud. not needy. but heavy. sharp. possessive in a way that buzzed in your teeth.

“i wasn’t trying to—”

he moved.

fast.

his hand found your wrist, pulling you into the shadows between the prop walls. you barely had time to react before your back hit the cold side of the sound booth, and he was there—towering over you, arms on either side of your head. his hair draped between you, brushing your cheek. and beneath the veil of silver, you saw it—

just a hint of his eyes.

dark. locked on your mouth.

burning.

“mystery—” you whispered, breath catching.

his hand rose, slowly. not to your waist. not to your throat.

to your lips.

his thumb dragged across them, slowly. like he was testing the softness.

his head tilted again, and this time, you caught it: the tiniest twitch of his jaw. like he was biting something back.

“are you mad?” you breathed, barely able to form the words.

he didn’t answer.

but he stepped closer—pressed himself flush to your body, one hand sliding to your lower back, the other tilting your chin up. still no words. just the quiet tremble of breath between you.

his mouth hovered next to your ear.

“don’t make me show you,” he whispered.

the sound of his voice—so rare, so low—made your whole body shudder.

you opened your mouth to speak, but he stopped you with the softest, briefest kiss—

just lips. no pressure. a warning.

and then his tongue flicked the corner of your mouth. curious. restrained.

and gone.

you exhaled a trembling breath. “i didn’t mean to make you jealous.”

his lips brushed your cheek, slow and deliberate. he didn’t move away. didn’t let go.

and then, in the softest, most dangerous voice you’d ever heard from him—

“well, don’t do it again.”

BABY :: “I WASN’T GOING TO SAY ANYTHING”

you were only waiting on your drink.

it was late. the others had gone ahead. baby had offered to walk you back, but you waved him off with a smile, promising you’d only be a minute. the convenience store was quiet, humming with cheap fluorescent light and the rustle of plastic-wrapped snacks.

you didn’t expect the cashier to flirt with you.

you didn’t even realize it was flirting at first—just thought he was being friendly. telling you he liked your outfit. asking if you came here often. calling you pretty so casually it barely registered.

you just laughed politely. made a joke. swiped your card.

and turned—

—right into baby.

he was waiting for you outside, under the neon buzz of the store sign. leaning against the wall. arms crossed. expression unreadable. his teal hair glinted under the flickering light.

you startled slightly. “you scared me.”

he didn’t move. didn’t speak.

just looked at you.

“…you good?”

nothing.

just the way his eyes flicked briefly back to the window.

to the guy who had just called you pretty.

you blinked. “he was just making conversation. i wasn’t—”

baby’s voice cut in low, low enough to make your skin tighten.

“i wasn’t going to say anything.”

he stepped forward once.

“but you keep testing me.”

your breath caught. “i’m not—”

“you smiled at him,” he said, still quiet, voice steady. “he looked at you like he could take something from me. and you let him.”

you opened your mouth. then shut it again.

because baby didn’t look angry.

he looked calm. way too calm.

and that was somehow worse.

“i wasn’t even thinking about him,” you said, softer now. “i didn’t realize it looked like—”

his hand caught yours suddenly. not rough, not loud.

but firm.

he pulled you around the side of the building, into the dark between concrete and vending machines, the air still heavy from summer heat.

his body caged yours against the wall before you could say another word.

his hands didn’t touch you — not yet — but they hovered, like he was waiting for permission he didn’t need.

you could feel him trembling.

“do you have any idea,” he said, eyes boring into yours, “how long i’ve been good?”

“baby—”

“how long i’ve watched you laugh at other people. play nice. let them look at you. want you. and i just stood there. because i trusted you.”

his voice dropped, almost a growl.

“but you don’t even see what it does to me.”

his palm flattened against the wall beside your head. his breath hit your cheek. his other hand lifted — barely grazing your collarbone, tracing the skin above your heart.

“i don’t want to be good anymore.”

you exhaled. “then don’t be.”

his lips brushed yours.

and then — just before he could take it further — he pulled back.

his eyes dropped to your lips. his voice came out hoarse, almost broken.

“tell me to stop.”

you didn’t.

and that was all it took.

his hand gripped your jaw. his mouth crashed into yours.

slow at first — like he wanted to taste everything you’d kept from him.

then deeper. heavier.

his hands at your hips now, your shirt fisted in his fingers, your back pressing into the wall with every breathless kiss.

he kissed like this was punishment.

or revenge.

or both.

he dragged his lips down to your jaw, and whispered —

“i hope you’re ready to deal with what you started.”

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[saltysbiscuits]

Silence Isn't Golden

Saja boys x reader

Warnings: Omegaverse, poly relationships, female reader, eventual smut, MDNI 18+

*Italicized is for the reader's thoughts.

A/N: Hello everyone! I did not expect people to like the first part so much??? Thank you all so, so much! I already had chapter 2 completely written lol I was just doing some editing to make it flow better. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 2.

Morning light filters into your room, slowly warming the air as the day wakes. You startle out of your skin when Zoey rushes in and jumps on your bed. You try to focus on her hands as she signs, but you’re half asleep and she is moving way too fast. You grunt and shove her playfully, burying your face back in your pillow. It doesn’t last long before she’s pulling you to sit up, signing something about going to the doctor for Rumi so you need to get up. She runs out of the room, and you blink at the wall. ‘Damnit Zoey… I wanted to sleep in today.’ You grumble as you slowly get up, throwing on a HUNTR/X sweater and a pair of sweatpants. You pause as your about to open the door, a faint heat starting to curl in your stomach. 'Damnit I forgot to take my suppressants yesterday. And my heat cycle is not something I have time for now.'

With a huff, you divert to the restroom and grab bottle, pouring two pills in your palm before swallowing them. Your suppressants. You grimace at the taste, remembering what Celine told you as a teenager. ‘Two pills a day, keep the heat away. Thanks a lot Celine.’ You grumble and walk out into the kitchen, looking at the three girls as if they committed the worst crime ever. You immediately pour yourself some juice and down it before shaking your head. “Alright, where are we going?” You sign as you slip your shoes on and join them.

Mira sighs, looking tired already before starting to sign so she can explain. “Zoey found this ‘totally legit’ doctor she wants to take Rumi to and hopefully it’ll fix her voice. I’m not convinced.” Zoey gasps, looking offended. “He is too legit!” Rumi rolls her eyes and clears her throat. “Let’s just get going yeah?” You yawn and walk with them to the elevator, knowing this trip is going to be chaos. The streets are packed today, people rushing around and running errands. You wince as you get pushed by the crowd. You catch Mira’s hand, squeezing it to prevent being separated from them. Zoey was chatting animatedly with Rumi before suddenly darting down an alley.

You all stop in front of a totally legit doctor’s office. ‘Earthy and herby… so legit Zoey. I wonder where she even found this place.’ You shake your head as Zoey squeezes Rumi and pull her into the building. Mira rolls her eyes, muttering something to herself before she squeezes your hand lightly and walks into the store with you. As soon as you enter the receptionist gasps. “Oh! H-hello there!” The woman fiddles with her clipboard before checking something off. “I see you’re right on time. Head down the hall, second door on your right. The doctor will be with you in a few moments.”

Zoey immediately drags Rumi down the hall while you glance at the pictures on the wall. Mira tugs your hand softly and signs to you. “Let’s go.” You let her pull you, scrunching your nose up when you see a, clearly modified, picture of the doctor with the HUNTR/X girls. You enter the room specified by the receptionist and take a seat. This place wasn’t much better. The walls were filled with various celebrities and bands, all with the doctor in each picture. You roll your eyes and pick up a magazine, flipping through it nonchalantly.

You don’t notice when the doctor enters, not until he suddenly gets in your face. You jump so hard that the chair rattles, and you stare at him with wide eyes. He merely stares into your eyes before mumbling something you don’t catch, unable to read his lips as he moves too fast. From the looks on the girls’ faces they’re not very happy with him. He tries to stare at Mira, but she just scares him back with a smirk. You silently start rubbing the marks on your arm, starting to get slightly overwhelmed now. You don’t catch the rest of their conversation before they’re moving to leave.

You follow but pause in the lobby, tapping Rumi on the shoulder while signing. “Hey, I need to use the lady’s room. I’ll be out in a minute!” You give her a sheepish smile before darting down the hallway. ‘This doctor is a real quack.’ You roll your eyes for the third time at a picture of the fake doctor dancing with some idols. You slip in the restroom and lean against the door. Heat flared in your body and you lean over the sink, splashing yourself in the face. It has been years since your last heat cycle and this... It was strong and making you feel things you don't really want to feel right now.

With a huff you clutch your left arm, the marks beginning to itch and burn slightly. You roll your sleeve up and gasp, the whole mark was glowing and almost pulsing. You gently rub it, trying to ease some of the itchy feeling it’s causing all while fighting as your heat flared higher and higher until finally the suppressants from the morning kick in and calm it enough to be bearable, allowing you to compose yourself and head back out to meet the girls.

As soon as you exit the clinic two things hit you at once. One, Rumi and all the tonics are on the ground. Two, the smell. It’s a chaotic blend of spice and sweet, fruity but also tangy. Your whole body goes rigid and something in you just hums, wanting to follow the wafting smell like it’s leading you home. That’s how it makes you feel, like home, loved. It also causes your heat to flare against the suppressants.

Your eyes widen slightly and you move as if to follow it, however; before you can go far, Zoey grips your arm, signing to you. “Hey, you good? You just kind of spaced out.” Her touch snaps you out of whatever daze you were in, and you nod, moving to help Rumi pick up the fallen tonics. When you reach to pick up one of the pouches a warmth shoots up your arm and your fingers tingle. You stare at your hand wiggling your fingers as you straighten up, this has never happened before. You huff, turning to see the girls looking the other way. “What’s going on?” You sign to them while stepping up next to them. A an uncomfortable feeling blooms in your chest, tugging you towards the scent, like something is tugging on your soul. None of the girls answer, but Rumi grabs your hand and pulls you along after them.

Your brow furrows in confusion, the direction Rumi was pulling you in is right towards that scent. The girls pause and peek around the corner of a building, pulling Rumi’s hood up so no one would recognize her. As soon as they move forward your whole world tilts. There in the middle of the plaza are five boys. You freeze as soon as you see them, something inside you snapping. Everything fades into the background and all you see is them, everything about them is perfect. You feel a thrumming in your chest, the desire, the feeling of safety. They are your home; you can feel it.

Then the world tilts, you’re overwhelmed with their scents and suddenly everything is loud. Yes, loud. Your eyes widen and you realize you can hear everything. The screaming crowd, the boys singing, all the noise. You cover your ears. It’s too much, too loud. You fall to the ground and cry. It hurts, the rush of sound. You don’t notice all five boys staring right at you as they perform, nor do you see the girls rush to you in concern. You feel the marks on your arm flare, burning like molten lava and then everything is silent again as your body shuts down from the overwhelming amount of stimulation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Across town in a very fancy penthouse. “Did you see her?!” A loud voice yells, sounding both upset and obsessed. Romance comes into the living room clutching at his chest as though someone just ripped his heart out.

“Of course I saw her, I also caught her scent.” Mystery leans on the bookshelf in the far corner, his gaze piercing even though his eyes are covered by his hair, the others can tell his attention is fully on the current conversation.

 “She looked at us like we were her everything. Her scent flared like it was desperate, reaching.” Abby interjects, halfway to the bathroom with his shirt off. “Because it was.” Jinu enters, an unreadable look on his face. “But then she collapsed, what happened?” Romance sat up, pouting. “Because of the bond you idiot. Aren’t you supposed to be romantic? How do you not know about omega bonds?” Baby glares at Romance, tossing a sucker in the trash before shoving him off the couch and taking his place.

“That’s enough.” Jinu sighs, rubbing his forehead as he grabs a book. “They way she covered her ears, she was in pain.” He starts flipping through it before pointing to a certain page. “Human omegas. When bound to an alpha, a demon, humans tend to exbibit certain disabilities because of the differing levels of power. Blindness, being mute, being deaf or any number of issues. When interacting with their alpha for the first time they may experience dizziness, nausea and their disability will be cured.”

Jinu pauses scanning the page. “Ah, but there is a problem. While improved a bit, the omega’s disability will only be permanently cured once the bond is solidified. Until that time, the omega will only be free of the disability when near their alpha.”

Abby looked down at the page Jinu was reading from. “So, when she collapsed…”  “She heard everything.” Mystery finishes, suddenly appearing next to Jinu.

“Our poor baby…” Romance sighs, standing from the floor and sitting on Baby’s legs. “Her first experience with sound was the screaming crowd… No wonder she collapsed.” “Get off me idiot!” Baby grunts and kicks Romance off his legs. “So, she can’t hear again? We need to find her and take her now.”

“No, the hunters took her, remember? And she was clearly with them, if their reactions were anything to go by. We don't want her caught in any conflict. So, we need to plan this out first.” Jinu closes the book, setting it down and thinking. “She’s seen us and knows our scent now… After the game show tonight, I suggest we scent her out. We know she’s with the hunters. So, if we find where they live…”

Romance jumps up, waving his hand like a school kid. “We find our dear, precious omega!” Abby chuckles, his eyes flashing gold while he dries his hair. “Tonight, we hunt.”

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[pichichuu]

i loved ur jinu abby threesome omfg

could we have abs riding with abby 🙈

omg thank you heheh 🫣 im gonna be honest i didn't see the appeal to this at first and i talked to one of my friends about it and now it's a need omg

anon you have a beautiful mind...

and yes i think im a comedian for this title

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Rise & Grind

abby saja x reader, mdni!

tags: fem reader, a little somnophilia (he wakes up right after you do), grinding, mutual mast., use of 'girl', gentle dom abby, cumshot, praise, teasing

dividers by @steddiecameraroll-graphics

the morning's soft sunlight filtered through your curtains, bringing the room slowly to life. your heavy eyelids blinked awake, not yet aware of the aching between your thighs, residual from a dream.

coming into consciousness, you find yourself draped across a dozing abby, barely still asleep. your thigh is splayed across his lower torso, most of your leg resting between his. your hips gyrate softly against the band of his boxers. you didn't even realize you were doing this.

shit.

it feels so good to relieve that tension.

dark eyebrows knit together, twitching as abby comes to life, quick to understand the situation.

"good morning to you too, pretty girl," he groans, morning voice deep and raspy and going straight to your core.

he kisses you, hands wandering to your hips. his fingertips play with the band of your panties, lifting the edges between two digits and dipping fingers underneath the fabric. reluctant to break the kiss, he breathes into your mouth,

"How did you sleep?"

he doesn't need an answer, nor does he expect one. your hips tell him enough.

"lift," he instructs you, pulling your panties to your knees when you obey him. you kick them off the bed to somewhere on the floor, keeping his loose t-shirt on.

broad palms wrap around your hips as he guides you onto his stomach, flexing his abs.

"wanna feel good, yeah? let me watch," he drags your hips along his abs, clit catching on the band of his boxers with every motion. your wetness is still building, not yet pooling onto his skin, and the friction feels delicious.

long fingers hold your plush hips in a firm grip, pushing you down against his skin. slowly, he pulls your naked pussy up his stomach, abs firm and prominent. the texture of the ridges teased your clit, the movements pulling your lips apart. your arousal spread on his muscled stomach as your lips parted in a whispered moan. your hands splayed across his chest, pinky brushing across his nipple and making him twitch.

with the addition of your slick, your gliding picked up speed, a wet squelch punctuating the end of each stroke. his grip loosened as you began to take control of your movements, head falling forward as you rubbed your soaked pussy on his muscular abs.

the cords of his muscles rippled as he sat up slightly. you could feel each movement, each twitch with your clit; the feeling was heavenly.

moving his hand from your hip, he stretched lazily with one arm. his back lifted off the bed, arm stretched out, his other hand gripping your hip tightly, typing bruises into the fatty flesh. his movements stretched his abs, your walls fluttering in response to the new sensation.

with a cocky smirk, he flicked your clit, humming as you whimpered, body starting to crumble on his.

"Thas' it, lemme hear you," he rasped, voice just above a whisper.

your juices coated his abs completely, sheets at his sides showing patches from where your wetness had rubbed off of him. with each stroke along his tensed stomach, you felt his hardening bulge against the curve of your ass. you gasped when you noticed, a hungry gaze spreading across abby's face that made you squirm.

reaching his hand behind you, he peeled his boxers down slowly, dramatically releasing it so his flushed cock hit against your ass with a smack!, the tip catching under your shirt.

you pushed back, moaning at the eroticism of the sight under you. his hand splayed across his abs, palm gathering your slick. reaching toward your face, he prodded your lips open with his middle and ring fingers with a simple "suck 'em." you took the digits into your mouth, warm tongue swirling around the pads of his fingertips, arousal and saliva coating the skin.

he pulled his hand away with a pop, hand forming a tight fist around his throbbing cock. he pumped it in slow strokes, the rhythmic movement of his arm making his abs twitch under you, pulling a breathy moan from you.

beads of precum gathered at his blushing tip, the fluid forming a sappy string from his throbbing dick to the soft fat of your ass. he smeared the tip across your skin as you rode his abs, the sensation overwhelming.

it was too much– your slick glistening on his hardened abs, rigid muscles flexing as you ground on them, his hand digging into your hip, ensuring the pressure hit your clit just right, the lewd squelch of your fluids on his cock as he fucked his fist, his hot tip sending an electric sensation across your ass.

you shimpered, hips frantically rutting on his rock-hard abs, his hand holding you firmly, stilling your hips.

"wanna cum, baby? better ask nicely," he teased, voice rough and steady.

"pl-please, please luh-let me hah- let me cum abby!" you whined, voice trembling in tune with your body, hands grabbing at his chest, trying to find something to hold onto.

moving one of your hands to his shoulder, his voice rang out like he was amused at your attempts to beg him. "not with your mouth," he grinned, moving your hips and nodding down to your weeping pussy. "I wanna hear it from her."

you tried to hide your face, ears flushing with embarassment. shakily, you drove your hips forward, spelling a 'P' on his washboard abs with the guidance of his hand.

"'atta girl."

"please, please abby," you begged, spelling an 'L' this time. "just please let me cum."

"keep being good and you will soon, he grunted through clenching teeth, hand moving in a blur on his cock, muscles twitching and rippling with each movement. his eyes were fixed on where your pussy met his stomach, cock twitching at the creamy sounds of your slick spreading across him as you spelled out an 'E'.

he bit his lip.

fuck.

look how your lips spread with each movement, folds opening and closing as you drew an 'A' on him, body twitching each time your clit caught on the mound of a new muscle.

you looked so desperate.

"almost there, pretty girl," he groaned, spitting on his hand, strokes resuming with a louder squelch this time. "lift your shirt for the 'S'," he commanded, chin tilting up in a nod at the hem of your shirt.

your hands held the fabric delicately as you lifted it above your tits, whining as the cold air hit your nipples. abby hissed. his fingers pushed tighter on your hip.

you looked pornographic drawing the curves of an 'S' on his muscular flesh, the embarassment dripping from your whimpers and body language only feeding his need.

"fuck it baby, just cum on my abs," he sighed, "already wrote an 'E' once already anyways."

his grip loosened on your hips, movements free to be as frantic and irrythmic as you desired.

"look so damn pretty riding me like that," he hissed, "can't even tease you properly when you look like this."

you shuddered as your clit caught on his happy trail, losing control of your movements as your limbs began to lock up, broken moan drawn out of your mouth.

"fuck, baby, fucking cum on me, ah!," he moaned, pace losing rhythm on his fat, leaky cock. you shook on him, release hitting you like a train. you clenched around nothing, throbbing hole flush against his abs. he felt every squeeze as you rode out your orgasm, the sensation enough to send him into his own, a needy groan filling your ears as you came down from your high.

hot, stick ropes of his cum shot across your ass in thick spurts. smearing the creamy substance across your skin, his head rolled to the side as exhaustion crept back into his voice.

"can't we stay in bed a little longer?"

[yunalinwrites]

one of my fav kdramas (called youre beautiful) is abt a girl joining a boy band and pretending to be a boy ohshc style except her fellow members dont know and she has to somehow live with them while hiding it 😭 it's so wattpad i love

so imagine being fem!reader sharing a dorm with the saja boys while trying not to get found out

of course u cant hide forever tho so this is how i think you'd get found out and how they'd react:

❓ mystery knew from the start. you didnt realize he was scrutinizing you so closely bc of them fuck ass bangs but from the day you met he could tell just by looking at you. but, much like he does about everything, he kept quiet because he didnt want to freak you out. he found it cute though, every time you'd slip up and get all flustered trying to cover up why you were staring at the dresses at the mall or why you were caught buying pads. so, he'd just smile, pat your head, and calmly help you make excuses. if you walk into the wrong room at the wrong time he'll quietly direct you to a gender neutral bathroom or drape a towel over your eyes whenever the guys got too... carefree in the locker room. lowk helps you hide it from the other members bc he likes it being his little secret

🍼 baby also found out pretty early but also like not really? he walked in on you in the bathroom once and was like "mb" and then he thought about it and was like "wait a sec..." but then he just shrugged it off. and since then for a while in the back of his head he would catch the way you walk or the way you sit or the way your eyelashes look against your cheek and for a split second would think like "is he a chick?" but he never really came to a conclusion bc he just dont gaf. dude or not he treats you pretty much the same. once everyone else starts figuring it out tho thats when he starts acknowledging it. now that everyone else seems to treat you differently as a girl, he starts questioning how to feel or act around you...

💪 abby started rough housing with the other boys and tried to pull you in. lifted you up and not only were you lighter than he expected, your bodies were right up against each other. you did your best to bind your tits down but when you were chest to chest like this it was still noticeable. he awkwardly puts you down and scratches the back of his neck, mumbling an apology. for the next few days his brain is fried thinking about it. he never verbally acknowledges it but he starts being super gentle around you and treating you like you're fragile. feels the need to protect you physically, even if its against the other boys. always keeping watch to make sure they're gentle with you as well.

✨ jinu overhears you out yourself on the phone somehow and is so mad and so flustered at the same time. he's afraid you're going to be a liability if the fans find out and its gonna be a pain to hide but behind all that anger he's just scared of women fr. blushes every time he remembers you're a girl. every time you end up together alone in the living room or catch each other in the hallway, brushing each others shoulders in the slightest, he turns bright red and freaks tf out. somehow though he finds it easier to connect with you emotionally as a girl. with other guys it sometimes feels weird to be vulnerable, but you don't seem to have that shame at all. he admires it. gwi ma probably forced you into this situation so he empathizes with you.

🫶 romance liked to ask you all the time about your love life. asking what your type is, ideal date, dream wedding, do you want kids, etc. you figured it would be safest to just pretend you were a straight dude who liked girls. he wouldnt have cared though. he was starting to feel a little something for you even before you revealed yourself as a girl but refrained from going down that route to stay professional. but when you do reveal yourself as a girl it starts to get even harder to keep that boundary.

🥤 overall once they figure it out none of them tell each other or really say it aloud bc of the implications it has. but they all show it through actions like making sure you're fed and hydrated, letting you use the shower first, asking you if you need a break during rehearsal, etc. but trust, once they all start offering to help you at the same time--like all of them reaching to lend you their marker during fan signings when yours goes dry or surrounding you with 5 different choices of hoodie when you mention you're cold--they start getting real jealous and possessive real soon; they all want to be the one and only you rely on.

eventually though when they all reveal that they all know and everyone's on the same page, they start working together to protect you. all 5 of them wrapped around ur finger 😋 but still fighting for your attention

a/n: ugh i wish i had time/energy to do this properly along w all my other fics for kpdh (this movie has taken over my life) but idk i prob wont LOLL if anyone else wants to build off of this plz go ahead and tag me

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